#dude fish shouldn’t walk

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6.5k | sub!joel miller x f!reader

gif credit: @jdmorganz

rating: 18+ MDNI

warning: NO OUTBREAK. established relationship, no age gap – up to you for joel's age but he has creaky knees so..., sub!joel, bratty!joel??, mommy kink, rope kink, dom/sub dirty talk, joel whimperin' n whinin', gagging, choking, slapping, spitting, edging (m receiving), oral (f receiving - face riding), piv (unprotected), praise kink (good boy, etc.), pet names (pet, baby boy, honey, etc.), a touch of humiliation/degradation kink (spoiler: a moment of cock shaming – every body is a lovely body!), size kink (he still got that thang tho), we walk by breeding ave., sickly sweet aftercare, lingerie. dude if i missed it - it's probably in here! no use of y/n

A/N: thank u to the sweet anon (u know who u are) who requested this almost a month ago. i hope it was worth the wait! love youuuuu!!! ♡

Joel liked having his way.  Shocking.

This concept drew you to him, not only because you enjoyed being told what to do (every now and then), but even more that you wanted to challenge why he needed things to be his way in the first place.

You’ve been with Joel long enough now to know the mix of events that made him who he was.  Nights and days where he felt insecure for exposing all there was to him, but he was willing to fish it out of him to you.

Only to you.

Tonight wasn’t unlike a handful of nights the two of you shared since being together and unraveling Joel’s vulnerability.  It was beautiful, and in moments of softness, it was easy to reflect on how far he’d come.  But, right now?  You’re a little preoccupied.

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It started earlier tonight.  Joel refused to wear contacts for the fourth time in a week, and forgot his glasses just as much.

And guess who had to remind him?  You!  Of course!  Every. Single. Time.

To wear his glasses, or put his contacts in.  But the week was busy at work – Tommy gone off again.  Or at least, this was his excuse.  More and more excuses poured throughout the week until it was a mere grunt at your suggestion.

Your knuckles blanching until you just gave up entirely. “Ah, fuck,” you hear from the kitchen, the view of Joel rubbing his eyes not long after the sound.

“Jesus fucking Christ, Joel,” words are sharp and you clench your teeth.  It catches Joel off guard at first, his head shooting up to meet your cold stare.  And before he can make an attempt to straighten you out, you stand up – rushing to the kitchen.  “I tell you this at least twice a fucking week.  ‘Joel, wear your glasses.  Joel, have you put your contacts in today?’  you know why your eyes hurt so fucking much?  Because you don’t listen to me, and I’m sick of it.”

“You know it’s been a rough week,” Joel’s tyrannical now, his jaw setting – ticking forward.

“Oh, I’m sorry – did I give you permission to speak?” you raise an eyebrow waiting for a reaction, but instead you witness the shift of his hips and the drop of his gaze.

He feels the energetic shift as much as you do, and seems into it.  The hitch in his breath gave him away.

“No, ma’am.”

“Bedroom.  Now.  Swear to god, if you make me repeat myself.”

So he goes and you follow.  And you bring a dining chair with you.

Placing it down, you go to the closet to grab some clothes before turning your heel to face a man whose cock shouldn’t be so fucking hard from getting your last nerve.

“I’m going to change, and you are going to sit on this chair.  Naked.  Do I need to repeat myself?”

Joel beseeches you silently with his dark stare and a steadfast shake of his head, “No, ma’am.”

You don’t respond because you don’t have to and usher yourself to the bathroom – door shuts behind you and you slip into something more dominating.

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“Darlin’, it’s a little tight,”  Joel rattles now, his strength to hold back waning.  The rope that curled around the strong arches of his wrists tug harshly as it found tautness from behind the chair.

His wrists and ankles tied with knots that Joel taught you how to tie long ago.

The chair at the foot of the bed.

Feet planted firmly on the ground, you peer over him, changed into laced lingerie with leather accents. Red.  Cinched at the waist, your tits bloom out from the cups — daring to spill but never do.  You feel sexy, and you feel in control.  And fuck, you look so good.  Joel knows it, the way he sops you up just by his eyes.

He’s shorter than you like this, but his body still takes up so much space, and it’s intoxicating to observe Joel in such a submissive position in his sturdy frame.

“Is Darlin’ my name?” voice flat, you prop yourself up on the edge of the chair – tilting your head to scan over his body.  You take your time with each part of him.  Because his wrists are tied, yes, but you look down at the rest of him, completely stripped for you.  His hips jolt involuntarily, pathetically really, all from your words and you really watch between his legs.  The head of his cock pulsing with blush, weeping against his stomach and thigh as it arches.  And he twitches at your gaze.

“Oh, he likes that,” you remark condescendingly, and on any other day you’d be eager to wrap your lips around him.  To suck him until his toes curled and your name slipped through the air from his rough, but blissed out voice.  But tonight was about taking the lead, teaching a lesson.  Taking him how you wanted because you could.  And maybe because you loved him and wanted him to experience – to just experience without the expectation of being in command.

“Now, tell me,” you start, teasing the tops of your fingernails grazing the length of his thigh slowly – humming in approval, his body shuddering, his grunts fill the air, “what’s my name, Joel?”

“M-mommy,” the word scorches his cheeks, causing him to bite into his bottom lip and his eyes squeeze shut, precum beading to the tip.  His head hangs in unbearable arousal, chin lifting to catch your eyes.  The soft brown of his eyes, full of desire and willingness to do anything for you.  Anything… except doing what he’s told when he’s stubborn.  Your core aches when you squeeze your thighs together for relief, but you don’t falter.

“Mommy!” a fake gasp, you lean over to pat him on the cheek before smacking the skin ten percent harder, “That’s right!  Good boy!”

And that wrecks him, sends his hips flying off the seat as much as he can, but you’re quick to shove them down.  “Ah, ah, ah.  Not so fast, Mommy’s not done with you yet,” your fingers curl under his chin, coaxing him to look at you.

“How can you make me feel good, pet?  Let’s use our words,” you lean down enough for him to see your tits pushed together like this and the look on his face– god, you’d bottle it.  His brows wilted upwards, lips parting, and they’re so wet, so inviting, you want to kiss them for hours.  The right toy for you to use in pursuit of getting yourself off.

“I—I c’n use my mouth.  I wanna.  Wanna be good t’ya, mama,” and he’s almost begging.  He’s so close, you can tell he’s trying.  It’s just that, he’s distracted–  wants to devour you whole without having to ask, not like this.  He’s still not used to saying the things you so easily offer him on any other day.

“You wanna be good to me,” you repeat mockingly, tongue darting to one side of your cheek, “That’s too bad.  We’re not doing that yet, you still need to learn your lesson.  Gotta make sure you know who’s in charge, don’t we, darlin’?”

You don’t let him answer before you sit back at the edge of the bed, your legs spread as they relax against the mattress.  You watch Joel, how his head won’t look at you directly – not even if he wants to.  He feels too shy, too ashamed for not listening to you, and honestly you’re sick of it because you look fucking hot.

So you clap your hand at his chin lightly, “Miller.  Right here.”

Joel’s jaw clenches, and those deep eyes take their precious time to rake their gaze over you.

“Is that how you act when a gorgeous lady’s in front of you?”

Joel lifts his brows first, then his eyes, “No, baby– I’m sorr–”

“Not my name.”

You see Joel’s mandible flutter again in frustration now because yes, you’re grinding his gears, but the vulnerability makes him uncomfortable, and he grits out, “No, mommy.  I’m. Sorry.”

“You’re on thin fucking ice Joel,” your arms cross over your chest, leaning forward to make eye contact, and though it makes your tits raise, your body language says it all: last chance.

That seems to make him reroute his stubbornnesses because he’s back to open expressions and spread thighs – thick as his cock that weeps pitifully against his abdomen and thigh.

“Yes, ma’am.”

If you were to admit it to yourself, you’re distracted.  His cock looks so good, throbbing like that – bobbing with each twitch as his balls tighten along with it and he’s so perfectly thick your mouth waters, but it is not about making his ego feel good tonight.  Not yet, anyway.  He must understand this behaviour is unacceptable.  Just when you think about caving, you’re reminded of how fucking obstinate he’s been and you get annoyed – dominant, all over again.

“Here’s how tonight's gonna go.  I’m gonna touch myself, use your mouth, and if you’re good, I’ll ride your pathetic excuse of a cock.  Sound good?”  you flash a sardonic grin cutting him off when his mouth opens, “Good!  Now shut the fuck up.”

It shouldn’t make him hard and it shouldn’t make slick gather between your legs, but of course it does because you’re both insatiable when it comes to each other.  Fueling a fire that can’t be tamed anyway, you unfurl in front of him – one palm against the lush duvet while the other trails in front of you, through the lace of your panties.  You squeeze your thighs together again, spreading your mess and there’s a wicked grin on your face because you know he knows just how it feels to have those thighs squeezing around his head.  To make that messy pussy of yours glide over his features.  And the damp fabric emits subtle sloshes from just how turned on you are by this.  You love the opportunity to have the upperhand.

Joel, he looks rabid, eyes unable to move from your core while the sweetest sounds fall out of your mouth.  Like a hypnotising trick from the circling of your clothed folds – a magician’s secret.  His stare is so animalistic you almost want to egg him on like a dog: this what you want, boy?  But you’ve got him right where you want him, and you don’t want to take him anywhere else.

“It feels good, Joel,” you confirm with no pornographic moans.  Rather a solid melody to your tone.  Grounded in your power.  You want Joel to know you can make yourself feel good without him, despite it being very much because of him.  “Better than you can make me feel.”

And Joel can’t take it anymore – he can’t stand it when you lie to him.  He’s seen you with him.  How you blossom under his touch until your thighs are shaking all on their own.  Seen drool spill from the corners of your mouth as you take and take and take from him, slurred praises floating from your needy throat.

“That ain’t fuckin’ true,” he growls like a caged animal, hips squirming into the chair, and you stop pleasing yourself – wrist frozen as the pressure on your clit becomes lighter, eyes narrow.

“Did I let you fucking speak?”  Question rhetorical, you slip your scanty panties off and wad them up before prying his mouth open and shoving them, crotch-side first, inside to mute any more rebukes.  The taste of your sex coats his tongue and his moans are muffled, eyes roll back for a fleeting moment – as if he forgot what he was even saying to begin with.  His wrists slightly turning colour from the resistance against the rope.  Hog heaven, you can hear the southern phrase drawl from his lips without the words.

“And what?  You think you can make me feel better than I can?  You really think that?” Joel finally smartens up when he realises you’re naked from the waist down and can see the slick against the seams of your thighs while your legs are apart – how turned on you are by keeping him on a line, and god the air is thick.  His eyelids droop to the sound of your voice, the scent and taste of you overcoming him as a piteous nod is given to you.  Poor baby.

It should irk you, the fact that he believes he knows your body better than you do, but it rakes the coals instead.  It’s in that he’s so eager to show you how he can get you there – makes you curious, your pussy tingles in anticipation, pulse rises.

“If I let you go, are you going to be compliant?  Because if you think you’re in control, you’re wrong and I need to know you’ll be a good boy for me.  Will you be a good boy for mommy if I tell you what to do?”

The strained pleas from the fabric and emphatic nods give you reason to follow through with your promise.  And he looks like he means it, like you’ve worn him down to submit to you fully without restraint.  You can tell he’s in pain from how hard he is.  Like he’s being edged without even touching him.  His hands must be numb, his body could tremble at the slightest touch.

It’s enough for you to waltz behind him.  You loosen the rope, ghosting your hands over the other typically warm set and despite them being tingly – he can still feel you.  His breath hitches, the slopes of his shoulders are so gorgeous from behind.  The muscles of his back taut as they flex, their silent entreat for relief.  “It’s okay,” you whisper, now that you can’t see him, you feel more inclined to be forgiving.

The arousal is a constant build between the two of you.  When you let his wrists loose, he doesn’t move.  Just rolls his knuckles into fists, bringing blood and oxygen back to the extremities.  He’s good on his word, and makes that known when you untie his ankles.  He’s giving it up to you – totally conceding, and moreover adores this side of you.  He knows he’s the only one you could ever be this assertive with because the relationship you have creates room for it.  Both of you feel safe.  His teeth tighten around your panties when you come back around to him, and you cup your small hand, comparatively, to the side of Joel’s neck.

“You good little thing.  Got mama so proud,” pushing his curls back, you pull the spit-soaked garment from between his teeth and he’s beaming, nudging his cheek against your touch hungrily.  “Go lie on the bed, honey.”

His joints creak from age when he does, having sat there for what felt like an eternity but he does exactly as you say: nothing more, nothing less.  Hums softly to himself at the feeling of being able to lie flat on his back because it feels so good, and in the brief moment it’s there without a role – your adoration for him, the gentle quirks that make him so delectable.  He deserves to sit back like this, to let his brain just take rather than supply.

However impatient he may be in the process of submission.

“You are doing so well, Joel.  I know you have a pristine mouth too, don’t you?  Are you gonna show me your tongue?”  Getting onto the bed, you walk on your knees as this newly obedient Joel sticks out his tongue flat for you to float over.  Your throat dries at that, how perfect he can be for you like this.  A smirk comes over your features, “Much better with your tongue out than running it all the time,” and you swear you see Joel’s teeth creep up in a similar smile, but you’re busy straddling his waist with your ass facing his chest to notice.

His strong nose bumps against your clit when you bracket his head.  Sipping the air abrasively, your body seizes at the sensation.  Clearly more sensitive than your confident words let on, but that’s just the thing – you are confident and extremely horny and you can admit it.  So you give in, purring deliciously when you lower over his mouth until you’re sitting completely on his face.

“Love using this mouth for my cunt,” fingers tangle through the strands of his hair and you use it to roll your hips frantically, yet methodically, against the heat of his wet mouth.  His tongue hits your folds succinctly, on purpose, and even though you haven’t allowed him to touch you, his movements are so precise it’s as if he’s rolling your hips for you.

“Fuck, you’re swimming in it now,” you groan, neck thrown back before leaning your neck over to the side to watch his eyes flutter shut – the slight shake of his achy jaw, the sweat at the top of his hairline.  He’s putting in the work to take it, even when he feels like giving up.

The squelching of your juices has you in your own trance, and though you would wait for his cock to give into the prickling at the pit of your belly, you decide to go give in to what you want in the moment – to orgasm right here, right now.  All over Joel’s face.

Pulling the top of your pubic bone, your clit exposes to the plush of lips beneath you.  “Suck.”  The instruction is simple compared to the stir of fireworks that he sets off inside you.  Because he does what you say, and how you say it, instantly.  Joel’s eyes roll back alongside his muffled, but satisfied moans that vibrate against the bundle of nerves he’s taking his time to satisfy.  Wet suction sounds fill the room when the air breaks off, his tongue swirling right underneath the hood of you and you break out in a sweat from how impossibly good he is at this.

“Y-you’re so good for mommy,” you sound wrecked, Joel looks up at you when he catches just how gone you are.  Loving to see you take what you want from him, using his mouth to pleasure yourself.  You rock deeply, your hands knead over your lace-covered tits and when you look down at him again, he can’t keep his eyes off of you.  Eating you like he worships you, and you’re certain he does.

But using him meant not warning him when you were close.

So it comes as no surprise, the influx of low, masculine, ached groans from beneath you when your body responds to its pleasure.  Your fingernails dig into your fists as you shudder and moan above him, the lightning rising from your core to your limbs in a matter of seconds – and in waves.  You lean forward, catching yourself at the headboard and let out a slight chuckle at the comedown.  The two of you surfacing in between this power dynamic.  “Shit.”

That’s short lived under your ruling, however, and you slide off of him – getting your bearings.  Joel stays still, his mouth vivid pink to match his cheeks, beard and lips sheened with your slick.  The look in his eye shows his constraint, his need for something and when you pluck your gaze down his body.  His beautiful cock straining against his abdomen, a pool of precum greets you.

“This?”  You raise both eyebrows, pointing between his legs, “This needs touchin’?”

“Please,” fuck, he sounds ruined – consumed with lust and need for anything you can give him.  He’s really begging now, not the bullshit he tried to deliver you in the beginning.

“Okay, baby,” you coo, “You’re so good for me, gonna make you feel so good.”  When you finally, finally acknowledge his cock, his abdomen jolts though you barely touch his sides.  You laugh through your nose briefly, “That bad, darlin’?”  His head sways ‘yes’ against the pillow before saying it, and you waste no more time in your pursuit to obliterate him now.

So you straddle him.  Right at his waist, angling above where his twitching cock lies.  You can feel the heat radiate off the both of you.  Your core pulsing from your orgasm, wet from slick and spit.  You have some wits about you now that you came, and it aids you in authorising the next step – the step that has every nerve at the edge of its seat for Joel.

Joel’s body.  The taut skin, the hair down his arms and across the landscape of his chest down his middle.  Your own body fills with anticipation when you anchor your hips further down until your folds are greeted by the underside of his length and it’s unhurried when you both shudder in response.

“Sh-shit, shit, darlin’–mama,” he inhales sharply, those words transitioning to whimpers when you glide your hips over his cock back and forth with intention – applying more pressure with each pass.

“Yeah, you like that?”

Joel’s tongue skates over his bottom lip as he nods frantically, and you still yourself.

“Nuh uh.  Words, tell me.  Need to hear you say it, Joel.”

“F-feels so good, honey.  Feels like my kinda paradise.”

Or at least that’s what you are pretty sure you hear.  It’s rushed from his feverish breaths, but he’s doing his best.  Wants to make an impression that he is committed to giving in.  It’s when his eyes slip shut do you lean your body over him, tilting his chin, you wrap one hand around his throat though it doesn’t quite reach around to completion.

“You beautiful man. Keep your eyes on me, yeah?”

Joel blinks them open to see your hooded eyes above him, unable to hide just how in awe he is.

“Y’look gorgeous, mama,” and shit– you feel your cunt clench around the absence of him at that.  At how candid and altruistic his words are in the moment.

“You’re one to talk,” you run the tops of your fingers against his beard, hips languid.  “Stay right here.  My good boy.  M’gonna take this big fucking cock.  That’s right, isn’t it?  Make you know for certain who it belongs to.”

And he loves hearing you talk about him like this.  Looks so serene as you sit upright, peeling the rest of your layers off until you’re both naked and he looks like he desperately wants to touch you, but you give him a stern look – not yet.  Not until I take you myself.

Reaching behind, you press the head of his cock at your entrance and hiss at the instant stretch.  Not working yourself up with his fingers shows when you envelop him like this, and you can feel him digging his heels into the bed from just how you feel around the head of him.

“M-Mommy!”

The sound of him whining is symphonic to your ears.

“Shhhh, you can take it.”  The role reversal makes you shiver, your wet sex moving down a little more before you pull up, popping off of him completely and his hips stammer trying to follow you, but he soon realises the edge you’re bringing him to.

He’s greeted with your sinister smile.

“What, honey?”  You lean over him, forcing his chin up, you deliver a slap to his cheek before sliding down his cock again – working him up and down, then off again.

His bottom lip trembles and puffs.  He’s losing his cool, hands ghosting your hips because he knows better than to touch you like this.  Not when he’s so close to getting what he wants.  The heat, the fucking heat from them – you shake.

“P-p, mama, mmngh,” his whimpers put you in a daze.  How he feels so good he can’t even form a proper sentence.  Your free hand claws at his chest while the other at your front edges him – rocking against the underside of him again.  Minutes feel like hours when you rile him up like this, and you know you look a mess too.  Fucked out, nipples peaked and you catch his gaze on them – his hunger for you extends through the room leaving heat on your skin as it radiates, the energy bouncing off from this tantric experience.  The eye contact is insane: Joel’s pupils dilated, eager against the constant spasm of his cock against your messy folds.

All humidity, sweat, and sex make their presence irrevocably known.

You’re slipping.

But you muster one last discipline, leaning down so your tits graze against his chest.  You brush your nose against his, insisting his precum spreads against your entrance.  He grunts, teeth together, hips grinding as best as he can without breeding you into your submission.  And fuck, you’d almost allow it.

Almost.

 “Should’ve worn your fucking glasses.”  You whisper against his lips, your clit brushing against the coarse hairs of his lower abdomen, and it’s exactly then does he spill over his breaking point.

“I’ll wear them, I’ll wear them!” And, fuck, Joel sounds pained – he sounds sorry, and he sounds desperate.  “Please!  Please just let me come, mama.  I wanna paint ya up so good, honey.  P-please, mama!  I’ll get fuckin’ lasik – please, just lemme in that perfect pussy!”

That’s the green light.

Placing him back inside, your hips grind on him shallowly.  Both hands tighten around his throat, albeit a bit looser than the one fist he’d have around your neck – but it seems to do the trick and you buzz in satisfaction before a choked moan fills your lungs: the sound he’s been craving.  Your body giving in, doing what it does.  It’s nature, after all, giving into these feelings.  “Fucking take this cunt.  Fill mommy up, yeah?  You wanna make me a real mama, baby?  C’mon, let go for me.  You can let go, you can move.”

It’s a lightswitch.  It’s flipping a breaker, giving Joel such permission.

You yelp when he tosses you off of him.  Onto your back, he’s on his knees within a blink – gripping your thighs, he pries you apart before his cock spears inside you with little remorse, and “Oh-my god – your cock!” you scream.  It’s exactly what you need now.  You nod through knitted brows, praises fill the space between you.  You take his chin between your thumb and pointer, one arm around his shoulders you pry his lips apart to transfer spit right inside his mouth.  Your tongue glides over his and he drinks straight from the source.  You can feel his Adam's apple wobble as it swallows what you’re giving him underneath the pad of your thumb.  “That’s it, that’s a good boy,” you mutter sloppily from the rutting of his deviant hips.

Gravity’s against you when you spit in his mouth again, getting some of it on your chin and nose, but fuck, you don’t care.  You want it filthy like this with your head half off the bed, his fingers plucking your nipples as it ripples pleasure down your center.  “I’m doin’ okay, mama?  This whatcha need?”  This sly fucker.  “S-s’perfect!”  The requirement of reassurance fastens you in the leadership role you assumed in the beginning, and you’re so fucking thrilled Joel’s your partner.  How he can deliver you mindblowing thrusts, yet still look at you through his lashes like he’s the softest motherfucker on the planet.  A gleam of pride in his eyes and at the corner of his lips when he hears your juices be tapped in a fast tempo by his heavy balls.  Like giving you pleasure is the pearl he longs to hold for dear life itself in his capable hands.

Of course, he circles your clit for good measure.  Of course he would.  Little shit.  It works like a charm.

He knows your body, said it himself.  How it operates, how to take you there.  And you’re panting, hips lift to be greeted by his thrusts all the way to the base of your stomach – achieving the spongy spot only Joel can reach.

You feel it happen like a coiling, a buildup of thin air and then all at once: immense pleasure.  It snaps, your body convulsing around his cock, core fluttering as your moans get higher, and you think he’d slow down, but it makes him work harder.  You try to keep your eyes on him, but it’s just no use, he’s too good at his job.  “F-fuckin’, mmngh,” you can’t get out much else, but you’re soaking his cock – what else could possibly be said?  Your tits bounce to his thrusts and you can tell this is it for him.  He’s been so proficient at keeping it together all this time.  Your eyes pop open then, lips wet, you tug for him to come closer.  You don’t fucking care that his sweat sticks to your shoulder when he buries his forehead against your neck.

Joel keeps his whimpers close to your ear.  His moans of your name, his passion for this feeling – all of it, right against you.  Like a secret, like a prayer and you’re the divine goddess in every moment of reverence.

“Can’t last,” he drawls, a coherent sentence flows through him for a moment and you nod, mouth brushing against the red of his neck.  “Give it to me, Joel.”  Lips dance at his pulsepoint as the contact bounces from his thrusts, and you can hear his heart thud from outside his body.  It floods you, the sawing of his cock inside, the swelling sensation against your walls.  Tugging his hair, you pull him back just enough to see his faded eyes, “Give me every drop, baby boy.  Come for mommy.”

His lips attempt to make contact with yours, but really all he can do is breathe heavily into your mouth and it’s dizzying, being each other’s oxygen.  “S-s… so p-perf–,” he tries, he really tries in making the words connect, but even his core feels shaky from his forearms on either side of your head.  You snake your hands around his throat once more, and that’s fucking it.

Joel’s sounds are a mix of the low grunts you know, tailending with particular whimpers that leave you moaning back to him like a call to each other.  Holy fuck, you’ve never heard him make that sound before.  And he’s good on his promise – coating your inside sticky with his substance, your own vibrational tone is low in your throat as you hum in approval.  Until he rides it out.  Until his pleasure turns sensitive and his hips come to an end.

“Oh, baby,” you praise, delicate hands leaving his throat, you pet his back – warm and masculine and rippled with muscles that he attained from his work.  He’s out of breath, and you both laugh at it, pressing tender kisses to his nose and lips.

“Might fuckin’ die at this rate.”

“Well, at least we had a good run.”

It feels empty when Joel pulls out of you, his lanky body shakes the bed when he gracefully thwacks onto the mattress beside you.

“Mmmng.”

A flawless response.  Mmmng, indeed.

You stretch your arms overhead, facilitating a yawn in the process.

And you don’t ignore the way it feels to have his cum spill out of you.  Hot and sticky and where it’s meant to be.

“Stay there,” you whisper, rolling onto your side, “You did so good.  I’m so proud of you, baby.”  You even speak differently now – tender and light, peppering kisses all over his tired face in satisfaction.  Slipping up to your feet, you go to the adjoined bathroom and run the bath.  Putting a couple of drops of your favourite essential oil to make the sensual experience last in the afterglow.  You peek your head out from the bathroom door when it’s ready and give him a gentle look of compassion.  “It’s ready.”

Joel grunts when he propels all of his upper body strength to sit up in one go.  You can’t get enough of him.  The way he looks – sleepy and fucked, arms thick and shoulders broad.  You have both earned this bath, even if it’s crowded.  He sinks in, and you get in front of him, and honestly you both close your eyes for a long while.  Exhausted, used.  He wraps his arms around the front of your shoulders, and it’s regulatory to your nervous system.

“I really am sorry,” he finally gruffs, wide palms cater to your shoulders as you melt and sink into the bathwater with him.  “This week’s been… it don’t matter.  You tell me ‘bout my eyes all the time, and I never listen.  I will, I promise.  I didn’t mean t’make your life harder.”

You frown at the last bit, turning in the water so your chest is against his.  Drops spill out the tub when you do.

“You never make my life harder, Joel.”

“Seems like it,” and you can tell he’s not saying it to play the victim.  He’s vulnerable and feels safe enough to share this shame with you.  “Seems like I end up fuckin’ somethin’ up.”

No.  You won’t be having any of that.

Taking his cheeks between your hands, you shake your head in tandem with your words.  “Not even close, do you understand?”  Sternly, you keep his eyes poured into yours.  “You are the best thing that’s ever happened to me.  I mean it.  You make everyday brighter.  Even when you’re a royal pain in my ass.”

You both join in with laughter before you rest your warmed cheek to the hairs on his chest.  “I swear.”

Joel’s throat vibrates to the tune of your last words, and fingers comb through your hair, leaving you both to flutter your eyes shut in the all-too-small bathtub.

“Okay, I believe you.  But only ‘cuz I’m a pain in your ass.” 

You take in his warmth, so much as sniffing at his words, and it feels good to be connected like this after those moments of taking matters into your own hands.  It feels good for both of you to be unarmed to each other without consequence.

When it's time for you to get out, you dry off before holding out a towel to wrap around him and you lean up, pressing your lips to his – both naked and comfortable.  Basking in the aftermath – the scene you two created in the bedroom you transition into.  Your eyes scan over the bed: the unkept version of sheets, pillows haphazardly thrown together and you individually slip your clothes on.  It feels nice to have a soft fabric cloak over your skin, his t-shirt fitting easily from the worn material.  Joel takes your hand in one of his, the dining chair in the other.  You look back at the room before flipping the light off.  At least for a moment, you’re both pretty tired and will work around the mess soon.

Then there's the kitchen.  Where it started.  But you don’t feel the same aggravation creep up as it did before.  Instead, Joel wraps his arms protectively around you when you rise to your tiptoes to grab a couple of mugs from the cupboard.  It feels like slipping into a warm pool, and you never want to leave.  He is more enchanting than the tub could ever be.

“Hot liquid for my man?”

“Y’could just say tea, I ain’t gonna gag, you know?”

You snicker, turning the kettle on and closing your eyes as his chin tucks at the crease of your neck, not so sure he means it.  Coffee?  Yes.  A blend of chamomile and lavender?  You weren’t so sure.  But he doesn't turn his nose up when you press the teabag to him, so you sneak a kiss and you plop one bag in each cup.

“I dunno, you might gag,” a knowing smirk grows at the side of your cheek that Joel’s at and you mercifully knock temples, as if your brain waves could send each other the memories you have from tonight.  Everything primal and raw, all for the both of you.

“No more gaggin’ tonight,” there’s a laugh in Joel’s words and you scratch his beard idly as you pour your hot drinks when it’s time.  “That’s alright, baby boy.  Mama can handle a little bit of gagging if it means you’re taking.”

“You better watch it,” smile behind his voice, his nose nudges the edge of your jaw and a shudder draws out a small purr from deep in your chest – especially because you know there’s not an ounce of a menacing tone behind the threat.

“I’m not doing anything,” the grin transfers to your face and you turn to face him, arms wrapping around his shoulders because you can and he pulls you up until your feet leave the ground.  It’s a stretch that feels good, your heart’s content.

“Yeah, you’re just so good.  You’ve forgotten what it’s like to be bad unlike us common folk.”

And that makes your cheeks rush with blood because you know it’s only a matter of time before the tables turn.  Before you’re caught doing something Joel has told you thousands of times to do or don’t, and he has you in some precarious position to drive you back to the version of your best self.

Still, it’s funny, and you nose against the column of his neck – all sweat still mixed with the bathwater and something so innately, masculinely, Joel Miller.  “Not too good, just clever.  I get away with a lot more than you think, old man.”

“Easy.”  His tone shifts all too easily into a warning, his hips pinning you to the edge of the countertop.  Your eyes widen before you press your index finger to his lips, shushing him.

“Relax,” you pet his shoulders, before leaning up to kiss his eyelids, “I like that you’re an old, senile man I can swindle.”

“Goddamn, you’re at record time in attempting to prove just how misbehaved y’really are.”

Finishing the tea, you hand his mug off with a nonchalant shrug.

“I learn from the best, I guess.”

You wait a beat.

“So… lasik, huh?”

Joel practically chokes on his beverage.  “Uhhh…,”

“Great!  I’ll book the appointment tomorrow!”

You won’t (probably), but the look on his face is priceless.

“Yeah, yeah.”  That makes Joel smile eventually, his rough hand cupping the side of your face before planting a dichotomously tender kiss to your forehead, and you are steadfast to reciprocate the affection.

The only thing that matters, anyway.

No matter all the hardships, the restless nights.  It’s this.  It’s delivering Joel to his knees as he worships you, then securing him with a warm cup of liquids in the form of tea, bath, the undulating nature of your arms in their energetic vibrations when they find his frame.

You would take care of him.  You would catch him.

Like how rivers bend and rush to oceans:

Everything leads back to him.

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[elthecreator]

Club Banshee

Ellie Williams x black! Reader

a/n: First fanfic I hope you enjoy it my loves<3. Also if you are not black you can still read it too lmfao. This is just for my black girls. In the future I will do more poc so everyone can feel included. 

I also recommend you listen to the song above as you read this cause 😮‍💨. This shit took me 4 days and 4 nights. The word count is too damn many.

Warnings: SMUT! Very Rough and aggressive sex, Oral, Slight spanking, Mean ellie!, dom ellie, bottom r!, submissive r!, begging, praising "good girl", intense teasing, build up. joel and ellie fluff. r! and ellie fluff WLW.

 

It was one of those nights again. Those nights where you would just so do anything to get some shit off your mind. For ellie it was one of those nights, her and joel had a huge fight earlier. Once again the two fighting because they both loved each other. But tonight.. Ellie said some things she shouldn’t have. She ended up storming out of the house, not really having a ‘plan’ of where to go in that moment. But the guilt was eating her up. No amount of alcohol could get her mind away from their fight. So after about a concerning amount of beers, she stumbles into a strip club. 

“Club Banshee” it was titled in bright purple neon strobe lights, at the top of the building. As soon as she walked in she saw a bunch of people. Although, It was 1 am on a Thursday night so of course there were a bunch of people. Female and Male. 99% of those males are married of course. The creep looking types, type of dudes with a wife and three kids. Not surprised though. A bunch of neon green and purple lights surrounded the area.

 Making Ellie feel even more tipsy.

Girls danced up on the silver poles on the stage. Revealing outfits, heels and the smell of perfume and alcohol mixed. The dudes tipping the girls on the stage. Ellie sat at a bar nearby, unzipping her jacket. She wore a navy dark blue hoodie underneath her grey jacket, and her classic rough fabric jeans. Letting out a frustrated sigh before ordering more beer. While waiting she glanced at the stage.

Sleek bodies dancing scandalously on the stage. Such seductive creatures....it made between her legs start to throb. Trying to ignore her urges her beer finally came. A girl with short maroon fluffy hair and sharp winged eyeliner served her the beer.

"So why are you here tonight?" She asked curiously to the drunken ellie. Trying to make conversation as she wiped the bar island down.

"Actually, let me guess. Your husband is not pleasing you? Oh! divorcing? Or an alcoholic?" She said immediately trying to estimate why she was here.

Ellie chuckled lightly as she took a sip of her beer bottle. Now sarcastically questioning. "Do I look like I have a husband?" She said looking back at the waitress, one of her eyebrows raised slightly.

"..No not at all" She said chuckling a little back. "My apologies, that's all we get around here. It makes it a guessing game now you know? Plus..I may have had too many to drink." She said snickering

"So, why are you here then? I can't think of any other reason?"

She asked again curiously.

Ellie took a sip of her beer before replying. "Sometimes you want to take shit off your mind."

"Oh..yeah I know what you mean." She said nodding her head looking and listening to her.

Ellie nodded her head back at her. Letting out another frustrated sigh. The waitress now spoke again as she noticed Ellies frustration.

"You know, their having a show tonight? One of the solos. You should stay.. relax. Sometimes if your lucky enough some of the girls will let you take them home." She said winking at Ellie. Now walking away to go wash some glasses.

The drunken Ellie sat there reasoning about what the lady said.

Taking another sip of her beer, getting up from the stool. Leaving a twenty dollar tip for how generous the waitress was. Approaching a seat to watch the stage. Beer bottle in hand. Sitting down on the velvet seat man spreading in front of the stage, brushing a piece of her brown hair behind her ear. It had came out her half up half down usual style. The lights started to get a little dim as the two girls on the stage made way for another. One on each side as another one came from behind the curtain filled the middle of the stage.

There you were. Your curly afro that sat up perfectly. Silk soft dark brown curls. You reeked of oils and incense. Sweet scents.. the type of scent you smell once and never smell again. Pretty and polished. Your natural curves..your slender arms. Your tiny waist and wide hips. Eye candy to all around you. Putting everyone in a trance as you walked on stage. In your black corset with silk red ribbons. Your tiny black skirt stopping mid thigh. Red platformed heels with more red silk ribbon that wrapped around both your ankles matching your corset. Your boobs perfectly popped out your corset. Your mocha brown skin shimmering in the strobe light. Starting to now swerve and sway around the sleek silver pole. So carefully..so slow you turned. Mysterious and alluring you were on that stage. There was just.. something about you. You were different than all the other girls on those poles. You didn't give it all away. You didn't immediately throw yourself at these women and men. You weren't so desperate. Thats what made you so seductive. Alluring..everyone wandered about you. Not being able to keep their eyes away. You took your time on that pole. Curves all in the right place..arching your back perfectly when needed. Everyone was under your spell. All. Eyes. On. You.

Ellie was fucking bricked. Watching you as you made your entrance. Arching your back on the pole. Dropping down to your ankles slowly..swaying around the pole. All so slowly. The sound of your heels clicking after each sway made her throb. The song in the background playing as you trapped everyone in. Bathroom by Montell Fish. She couldn't keep her damn eyes off you. Manspreading in the seat as she took a sip from her beer bottle. Feel the heat between her legs get intense. Everyone around the room watched you. You weren't even seen as just sex appeal or a sexual object. Everyone was admiring your beauty. Your long legs..your silk curls. Admiring your presence. Especially Ellie. Her eyes continued to trail on you throughout your whole solo. Eventually the other girls on the side of the stage had left. It was just you. All eyes on you. She was arroused and mesmerized by your performance. Every so often you would glance back at her too. The tension in the room getting hotter.

Your performance had now ended. The lights starting to come back on. Everyone around you clapping and whistling loudly. Ellie was clapping too. Ellie went back to the bar for now, unable to get you off her mind. Drinking yet another beer. When you came out from backstage heading over to the bar. Sitting right beside her on one of the stools at the bar island. Wearing a big coat over your scandalously revealing outfit.

“Can I get two margaritas? Please?” You say in your sweet sounding tone. A little raspy and a little pitched. Perfect. Ellie glanced over at you over a split second, surprised to see you here.

You and the waitress talked a little bit, the waitress obviously knowing most of the strippers here. But Ellie could tell you two were a little closer. Ellie stayed quiet, sipping her beer. Until when you and the waitresses were done with your conversation. You looked over at Ellie with a bright welcoming smile.

“Hey, you were watching my show right?” You said looking over at Ellie.

Ellie looked back at her. “Oh, yeah I was. Your pretty good.” She said a little froze up. Caught off guard you would speak to her.

“Thanks.” You replied smiling.

“Why are you here tonight?” You said trying to maintain conversation. Taking a sip of your margarita.

“I’m here because I’m a dick.” She exclaimed frustratingly.

“..you’re not a dick.” You said looking over at her with a concern look on your face.

She chuckled a little before looking over to you. “Baby you don’t even know me.” She responded.

“I know that we all make mistakes. We all say things we don’t mean in the moment.” You said looking back at her. Taking another sip of your margarita.

“I guess. It’s just irritating …fighting with someone because you love them so much.”

She expressed breathing out.

Taking a few seconds to respond before asking. “Girlfriend?” You asked curiously. But also knowing what you were doing.

Ellie snickered at the question. “That obvious?” She was referring to herself looking so much like a lesbian.

“A little.” You said laughing with her.

Ellie smiled slightly. “No, not a girl. My dad.”

You were nodding trying to relate.

Your boobs sat up perfectly in your corset. All pushed up and shimmery looking from the glitter.

Ellie couldn’t help but stare at them. Wondering what they would look like without that stupid corset. This is when the tension started to rise. Your voice brought her back into reality, she’s was trapped in her dirty thoughts.

“Doesn’t mean..it’s a bad thing.” You said referring to the girlfriend comment you made earlier. Quick to look away.

“Oh?. Care to elaborate?” She said said with a slight smirk on her face as she took another sip from her beer. Intrigued, in what you meant.

“You know what I mean.” You said chuckling lightly. Flustered even. Starting to obviously flirt with her. Seeing if she would do the same.

“If you think I’m attractive just say that.” She said halfway joking like she usually does. That smug smirk still on her face.

“Don’t get too cocky miss.” You said teasing her.

“I’m not cocky if it’s the truth. You aren’t bad looking yourself.” She expressed as she looked at you. Couldn’t stop staring at your boobs pushed up against your corset. Feeling herself began to have that ‘throbbing’ feeling she had when watching you on that pole again.

You grinned. Mocking her. “Care to elaborate?”

You said proudly.

She laughed. From there on the two of you talked and flirted all night. Talked about sentimental topics, Ellie even told you about Joel. You told her about you and your journeys as she did the same. The both of you clicked, she got to know you as a person a little bit not just seeing you for your body. The waitress poured the two of you drinks all night long. Only making Ellie wanna talk to you more.

The club started to close and so did the bar. You were putting on your coat getting ready to go suddenly when Ellie stopped you.

“Hey I uh..forgot to give this to you earlier.”

She muttered as she stopped you. Handing you twenty dollars.

“You were pretty good up there. That’s all I brought right now I was extremely drunk.” She complained, face palming herself gently.

You smiled brightly in Awe. “Thank you miss?”

You questioned realizing you hadn’t got her name.

“Ellie.” She replied smiling. “And you are?” She questioned back at you.

“Y/N”

The both of you talked so much and we’re wrapped so much in conversation you forgot to get one another’s name.

“Hey um. You know you could come to my place? Just to.. ‘talk’.. I’m pretty sure Joel’s asleep.” She nervously asked.

"I would love to." You replied. Trying not to seem too excited.

Soon enough the both of you arrived at Ellie’s house. Joel was in fact asleep, Ellie stood in the doorway of his bedroom watching him for a moment. Still feeling a little guilt. Walking over to his bed tucking him in comfortably as he slept. Walking out of the room quietly closing the door. Going back to meet you in her room. She had band posters all over her walls. AC DC, Nirvana, Korn, Slipknot, Paramore, and Rob Zombie. You name it and it was there. She had a guitar in the corner with a huge bean bag. She closed the door behind her when coming back in, approaching you taking off your big coat. You stood there in your black corset with red ribbons. Sitting down in the bean bag. Looking around the room curiously with your eyes.

"You have good taste in music." You said smirking at her from across the room.

"Thanks. Rocks my favorite genre." Ellie added to your comment, smiling back at you as she made her bed. "You want anything? Thirsty? Hungry?" She said glancing over to you. Wanting to make sure you were alright.

"I'm alright, thanks for asking." You expressed. Liking how she cared.

From this point forward, Ellie couldn't stop her disgusting thoughts. Your skirt was too short. Stopping at your mid-thigh, she swore she could see your black laced panties from across the room. Your breast kept pushing up further against your corset. Driving her fucking insane. All of it was driving her insane. Your scent in the air of her bedroom, smelling like fresh Lavendar or baby oil. She could feel herself throbbing. Wanting to just devour you right there on that damn bean bag while Joel was asleep.

She wasn't the only one aching in that moment, you kept crossing your legs while sitting down. Hoping to stop your ache between your legs. Fuck, her hands. Her fucking hands. The tattoo that went down her arm. The muscles in her fingers, how she looked like she could pick you up with one hand. The constant serious look in her face like she has killed 100 men.

Her stupid hair that drove you nuts. Or her musk. Smelling like fresh rain and alcohol. Or her stance, that damn stance she would sit in. Man spreading every time she sat down. The way she drank that beer. She was driving you to the edge. The both of you yearning for one another hungrily. Ellie sat on the bed on the other side of the room. Attempting her best not to look at you, scrolling on her phone.

You made up your mind. Abruptly walking over to her. Immediately straddling yourself on her lap instantly starting to kiss her aggressively. With no warning whatsoever. She reacted just as quick as you did, throwing her phone to the side of the bed instantly. Grabbing your hips as she kissed you back. You grinded yourself roughly against her crotch. The rough fabric of her jeans rubbing on your thighs. Ellie was completely caught off guard, but boy did she follow your lead. She grinded up into you as the two of you continued to suck faces. Dry humping each other on her bed. Her tongue exploring your mouth as she started to grab your fat ass. She groaned feeling your ass against her crotch. She started to go for your neck, aggressively pecking at it. It was like she couldn’t wait to get her fucking grimy hands on you. Leaving marks all down your neck, trails of them down to your breast. You whimpered trembling as she cupped your breast. Immediately kissing them in your corset. Your fingers twirled around her hair as she continued to leave marks on you. You breathed out into her ear. Groaning quietly. She held you up on her lap with her hands on your hips for support.

“Take this shit off.” Ellie demanded. Hungrily attempting to take it off of you. You helped her take it off. Your breasts now exposed to the cool air. She stared at them for a moment, her face an inch away from your brown nipples.

“Your fucking beautiful.” She exclaimed looking up at you. Her words caressed your heart, making you feel like the most perfect woman on planet earth right now. After her encouraging words, like a shot she started going on an absolute rampage on your boobs. Burying her face in them, sucking hard. The sounds of her slurping and sucking filled the room. So did your soft moans. “..fuck..Ellie..”’ A chorus of those exact words. She was so aggressive with it. Your nipples were already hard she just made them grow harder in her mouth. Your clit throbbed inside your panties. Sleek liquids began to slip out your pussy. Ellie groaned as she sucked on your breasts. She had waited all night to do this. Clearly. She came back up to kiss you deeply. Aggressively. Like she couldn't get enough. You were intoxicating, and she was going to make sure you knew that. Hostilely tearing your skirt off you. Lying flat on your back on the bed, she crawled on top of you. Spreading your legs wide for her. Slithering her hand down your stomach between your legs. Rubbing your swollen clit.

"Fuck. Right there." You expressed, your lips pressed against her ear.

She pushed one finger inside of you while rubbing your clit.

"Fuck your so wet for me.." She groaned during the process of pleasuring you. Your soft moans filled the room, the both of you trying to do all of this without waking Joel who was just down the hall. Ellie leaned on the side of you, her face buried in your neck while she stretches you out. "Such a pretty pussy." She whispered against your neck. "..mmmm....fuuckkk." You groaned.

"You think you can take two fingers baby?" She said exiting her finger out of you. You agreed obediently, she was being so gentle with you. For now. She slowly pushed both her fingers inside of you. You winced a little in pain. "Shh...I'm right here." She mumbled against your cheek. Slowly moving both her fingers in and out of your glistening pussy. As time passed she began to go faster. Thrusting her fingers in an ‘in out’ motion. You clutched on to the sleeve of her hoodie on her arm as time had go on. Throwing your head back and rolling your eyes in the back of your head from pleasure. She was stretching you out, perfectly. Making sure you were nice and ready for her cock. “Look at you taking my fingers so well. Good girl.” She purred looking at you beneath her. “Your legs spread open for me like a fucking slut.” She said bluntly in your ear as she continued to fuck you faster with her fingers.

“..fuck…” You whimpered in her ear.

She put an end to stretching you out, pinning you to to the bed before standing up.

“Don’t move.” She said glaring down at you on the bed. She was walking over to her dresser, clearly scouring for something. Meanwhile she was doing that, you quietly got up from the bed coming from behind her. After she specifically told you not to move your ass. She turned around feeling you behind her. “What did I say?” She spoke bluntly. You dropped to your knees starting to unbuckle her leather belt around her rough fabric jeans. Looking up at her from the ground.

“Let me make it up to you.” You said unbuckling her pants. Slowly pulling down her panties. She watched you from above looking down on you on your knees. She was aching hard. Your face inches away from her bare pussy. You started with a gently teasing lick on her outer lips. All while staring up at her. Ellie spreaded her legs more for you, giving you better access. That’s when you buried your face in her pussy. Sucking her clit and slurping her folds. A chorus of “mm..” sounds came from you as you ate her out. She held up your curly Afro for you so your hair didn’t get in the way. Throwing her head back grunting. “Fuck.” Ellie moaned bluntly. She was DRENCHED. So wet her juices were dripping down your chin. She had been soaked for you all night long. Your tongue swayed around her entrance. She was moaning more than she thought she would. Trying to cover her own mouth so she wouldn’t wake up Joel who happened to be down the hall.

“That’s right..fuck…make it up to me you filthy slut.” She groaned, pushing your head farther into her pussy. You could barely breathe, but you didn’t care and Ellie sure as hell didn’t.

She eventually let you up to breathe a little bit. You panted, your head against her leg breathing. “Now, go get on the bed.” She demanded watching you follow. Ellie found what she had been scouring for in the drawers. A pink strap on. 7.5 inches, 1.5 width. She walked over to the bed you were lying on. Taking off her shirt, now only in her sports bra. God. You watched her peel every piece of fabric off her body. Her toned stomach and thighs. Her muscular body. Fuck.

“Get on all fours.” She demanded watching you comply. You were in a doggy stance but held yourself up with your hands.

“Ah ah, no. Hands behind your back.” She demanded again. Such an uncomfortable position for you. But she didn’t seem to care. The pleasure was too much for you to even care. She started to put on the strap on. Ready to fuck your brains out. Using her knees to open your legs wider for her. “Arch your back some more for me baby.” Ellie whispered, you obeyed once again. Her sleek long cock started to enter you. You felt full already. Setting herself up behind you, her hands gripping your wide hips. She was starting to move. You let out breaths of relief feeling her start her rhythm. She held your hands in place behind your back. With the other hand she gripped your hip. “You have to stay quiet, we cannot wake up Joel.” She said kissing down your back, continuing her rhythmic movement behind your ass. “I make no promises.” You said teasingly grinning into the mattress. She grinded into your pussy. Your dark pinkish clit swelled up as she fucked you from behind. She kissed your neck a few times before coming back up to her stance. Warning you. “This is the last time im being gentle with you y/n.” You gulped quietly. “Do whatever you want with me.” You groaned. She grinned, her abdomen getting closer to your ass. Her nails digging in your hips, starting to fuck you hard. With no count down, no warning. She slammed into you repeatedly. The bed began to creak loudly. You could hear her grunt behind you.

"Fuck. Just like that..just like that. You whimpered into the mattress. She tightened her grip on your wrists. Continuously slamming into you. Your pussy swallowed her cock repeatedly. Your pussy growing wetter than earlier, Ellie being just as wet. Every time she slammed into you the strap on would grind into her pussy making her grunt each time. Wet sounds echoed in the room. A creaking bed moving every time Ellie did so. Your toned ass cheeks slapping against her abdomen. The sounds of your whimpering began to fill the room.

All you did was fuss. You wouldn’t shut up. Your face was buried so far into that fucking mattress you swear the patterns on it made indents on your cheek. “Face down, ass up.” Ellie ordered. You were starting to come out of your position because of how hard she was ramming into you. She held you in place with one hand. The other still on your hip. Her muscles flexing as she held you into place. “Please. I c-can’t. It’s too fucking much.” You muffledly whined with your head buried into the bed. “Thats too fucking bad isn’t it?” She said smirking, forcing you to take it. Take her cock. Take it all in. You started to come out of your position again. Noticing that she slapped your ass hostilely. So harsh you had a red hand mark on your ass. “Hold. Fucking. Still. What did I just say?.” She said slapping you again. Making you yelp in pain but pleasure. With no response from you she slapped you again. “What did I fucking say?!” She yelled trying not to wake up Joel. “..hold still.” You panted out. She continued to slam into you only harder this time. Wanting to teach you a lesson. You stayed in place, not daring to move anymore. The tension rose between you two. The bed creaking, the sweat, the uncomfortable position that also gave you so much pleasure. How rough she was with you. How the both of you still had to remain silent or you were going to wake up her dad. The adrenaline rush. All of it added to your pleasure. High off of sex. Your current mood.

“..gonna..cum soon.” You said nearly above a whisper. Your words broke into syllables due to her ramming behind you making you vibrate. “Mm..you cum when I do.” She whispered. Her voice raspy and low. She stopped for a moment. “..why did you stop…?” You said disappointed. “Shh.” She whispered, now leaning closer to your back. Grabbing on one of your boobs with one hand. The other keeping your wrists locked behind your back. “Don’t make a sound.” She breathed against your ear. Darting into you the fastest she could go. Too fast. Making you take the whole thing. She squeezed your boob as she continued to fuck you harder than she did before. It was like she was challenging you. Testing you to see how much you could take. How long you could stay quiet. She was trying to break you. It was like Ellie found pure joy in this. “Fuck!!” You cried out loudly. Loud enough your moans echoed Into the hall. After she specifically told you not to make a sound. You couldn’t help it, she unexpectedly darted into you with no warning whatsoever. She quickly covered your mouth, tightly. “You have to be quiet! Your going to wake up Joel.” She whispered in your ear as she fucked you. You couldn’t help but make sounds. Muffled cries filled the air. You could hear her grunting harder behind you. “Fuck.” She groaned. Your juices and cum slithered onto her strap. You were tearing up, the pleasure was too much. It was all too much for you. Ellie didn’t give a fuck. She was going to make you take it. She shoved her fingers in your mouth. Making you suck. You deep throated her fingers, sucking them. Tasting her flesh. Starting to choke she took them out. You were attempting to speak. Trying to tell her to stop. But all your words came out in whimpers and syllables. Not being able to form sentences. “I know baby I know.” She cooed softly in your ear. “Your being so good for me. Such a good girl.” She praised you. Ellie groaned in your ear. Starting to feel her climax reach it’s end. Your pussy was so slippery on her cock. Both of you throbbing to cum. “m’gonna cum.” She moaned softly against your neck. “God..you feel so fucking good y/n.” She said whining. The praise felt good. The both of you starting to go over the edge. Your highs going too far. “I’m gonna cum!” You cried into the mattress. “I’m right here baby. I’m right here.” She groaned still holding onto your right boob. Heaved breaths filled both of your ears. Feeding off of one another’s high. “Oh fuck!” She cried, reaching her climax as you did so too. Cumming into one another. Your cries were choked up. Eyes rolling into the back of your head. Her hand remaining over your mouth. Gasping for air as you came. Orgasming both of you together. Her strap was absolutely soaked. Your cum all over it her cum all over it. Sticky and warm. Ellie heaved in her breathing. Trying to catch her breath. She had let go of your wrist. Still laying on top of you. You panted heavily. Both of you coming down from your high. She flipped off of you to the other side of the bed. Taking off the strap throwing it on the floor. You remained beside her. Both of you heavily breathing, exhausted.

Heavily breathing in silence for a moment. Just staring up at the ceiling before she says.

“No man at that club has fucked you that good before, huh?.” She said chuckling. Cracking jokes after sex.

“Cocky.” You said chuckling. You were a little far from her. She patted a spot close beside her. You crawled over. Laying your head on her chest. You could hear her heavy breathing slowly come down. Her arm over your shoulder. Both of you naked. “That was amazing.” You said closing your eyes. Ellie smirked a little. “We should do it again some time.” She said looking up at the ceiling. “Yeah.” You agreed, starting to get up off the bed. About to put your shirt on before she stopped you. “Hey, where are you going?” She questioned you, sitting up. Watching you getting ready to leave. “I’m a stripper baby. I’m guessing that you want me to leave now.”

You said in a disappointed tone as you started to put your panties on. “I don’t want you to leave.” She said bluntly. You turned around to look at her surprised. “You don’t..?” You said stopping in your tracks. “No.” She voiced. Patting the same spot you had been in once before. You hesitatingly crawled up on the bed. Lying beside her with your head on her chest. Ellie tucked you in with her and the white/sage green mixed covers. She looked at you for a minute, analyzing your features. “May I touch your hair?.” She blurted out. Asking for permission before she touched your Afro. “Yes” you said with a smile. Butterflies in your stomach. It’s always good to ask to touch a black girls hair. She placed her slender fingers in your delicate dark curls. Your hair was thick. Smelling like rosemary oil and lavender. Your curls were a good inch down your back. Twirling her fingers around your strands. You spoke. “..usually everyone wants me to leave after….you know.” You said in a sour tone. “Well everyone should know your a human being with feelings too.” She expressed, still playing with your hair. You could feel your heart flutter. For once you felt like not just a ‘one night stand’. “How long have you and Joel been together..?” You said after some silence. Ellie chuckled a little. “Too long.” She said jokingly. The both of you snuggled up to one another’s warmth. In the covers. “That’s how me and my mom were.” You said closing your eyes.

“You two don’t talk anymore..?.” Ellie asked carefully. Not wanting to push your buttons or anything. “No. Not really. I miss her though. A lot.” You mumbled. Ellie stopped playing with your hair, pulling you closer to her. Both your nude bodies pressed together. Her chin on the top of your head. “You should call her. Trust me. I have my regrets.” She expressed. Staring into space. You nodded. Taking Ellie’s advice. The two of you laid there quietly. Worn out from your earlier events. “Ellie.” You called out. “..hm..?” she replied. Coming up to her eye level you pressed your lips on hers. Kissing her softly. Not out of sexual intention. Just wanted to kiss her. Affectionately. She kissed you back. Not expecting that. You cupped her face gently. The two of you kissing for quite some time before Ellie broke the kiss. “Hey, I was thinking. Maybe you and me..could get some coffee one day.” She said hesitantly. Clearly nervous about what you would say. You smiled warmly. Thinking her nervousness was adorable. “Are you asking me on a date?” You said teasing her. “Um..yea. Yes yes I suppose.” She said stammering her words. You chuckled. “I would love to.” You assured her. Kissing her face. She kissed you back smiling into your skin. Soon after, both of you fell asleep in each others arms.

The morning after. You remained asleep on her chest. Quietly breathing. Ellie slowly arose. The sun shining through the blinds brightly on the other side of her room. She watched you for a moment in ‘awe’. Before gently moving trying not to awake you. Making sure you laid your head comfortably on the bed. Tucking you in. She put on one of her hoodies from her drawer. Trying to clean up a little after last night. Leaving her room quietly closing the door behind her. Joel’s door was cracked, he wasn’t in the room. Ellie could smell breakfast. Sunny side up and orange juice. Quietly walking down the hall. Scratching the back of her neck nervously. Seeing Joel in the kitchen cooking. His back turned to Ellie, he was at the stove. “Morning.” He spoke broadly. “Morning.” Ellie replied. Silence filled the room. Joel broke the silence. “Where’d you go last night?” He asked curious. Now setting out plates on the counter. “Um, nowhere really. I was just walking in circles.” She said trying not to let him sense her lies. He nodded at that. The both of them didn’t say much. I don’t think the pair even knew exactly what to say. “Hey um Joel.” Ellie said slowly approaching him. “I wanted to apologize. ..for last night. I was being fucking selfish. I should have never said everything I had said. I didn’t mean any of-“ Joel cut her off. “I know kiddo.” He said turning to her. Smiling. Ellie looked hopeful. Looking up at Joel. Kinda of teary. Joel pulled Ellie into a hug. Rubbing her back gently. Ellie hugged him back tightly. The feeling of forgiveness and love was mutual. Joel broke the hug. “Now help me set out plates.” Ellie nodded at that. “She was setting out plates, but there were three?. Joel turned his back around again to finish the food before announcing.

“Oh, go wake up your girlfriend too before the food gets cold.” He hinted. Sounding like he was grinning while saying that sentence. Ellie was absolutely speechless. Just staring at Joel’s back with her mouth open. Before she could say anything he turned around saying. “Well we don’t have all day do we? Hurry the food is getting cold as we speak.”

Joel was truly the water to Ellie’s fire.

[lady-ashfade]

Never come back.

Day 5 Of Fictober.

Human!Bakusquad x Naga!Reader. Quick drabble.

A lot to happen in a short amount of time. Idk with this but I thought about it.

Warnings: threatening from reader, readers dark pasted mentioned, cussing, horrible writing on this one, fish death.

In every story there is always a girl falling in love with the monster she finds in a cave. But in this story you are the girl in the cave, alone with your treasure. Far from any human connection and where no one should ever find, with millions of gold trinkets and gold safe within your protection. You lived many years from hatching alone with empty eggs of your siblings and a mother with no heartbeat. Only for your father to be the only one was left and who raised you while he could, teaches you to speak and how to hunt. He taught you how to survive one your own, knowing one day he’d be gone.

Being alone meant you got to pick a new home for yourself where not even the deadest of predators could find you. A cave with a lake within it, much space to climb and slither around and keep your treasure in. Your heart aches for someone to love and to keep you company but to afraid to look for them. After all you lost so much already and being alone was all you knew. You spent years clearing and moving things around in case anyone found you. But no one would be as stupid to enter your home…

“Dude, look how cool this shit looks.”

The group watch denki shine his flashlight around the dark and wet cave walls. Everyone watches their step and looked around themselves. “Does anyone feel like we shouldn’t be here?” Kirishima asked as he tugged at his backpack straps. Mine nodded at the redhead, “It was so warm outside but this place is so cold.” She shivered. The group were in summer clothes that weren’t made for this type of situation.

“Shut up, fuckin pussies.” Bakugo rilled his eyes and walked in front of the two, his phone shining his own light. “Came here to find some shit remember? It was your fuckin’ idea.” He sent a back glare at kiri as the man just shrugged. Mina held onto kirishimas arm and rolled her eyes at the blonde. “Actually, it was my idea.” She smirked as he turned his head and gave her a snarl with flared nostrils.

“Great, then you probably lead us to almost getting kill- Again! I had to save all our asses last time.” He shouted and his voice was so loud throughout the cave. Mina giggled and rushed to him and jumped onto his back almost making him fall, “But this time I have a good feeling.” She pressed a kiss to his cheek and he blushed light pink for a moment before turning his head. His arms hooked under her legs as she wrapped her legs around his waist and neck.

“I wish I could smoke down here,” sero sighed and kicked a rock. “Left my shit at camp.”

Denki smirked as he saw a archway like opening in the cave and saw something shining through it. He stopped in his tracks and held his hands up to stop them all, “Get the camera!” He shouted excitedly. Kiri pulled out the camera immediately and was beaming with happiness, “Rolling.” He pointed the camera at the other blonde.

Mina jumped off bakugou as denki talked to the camera like some YouTuber. Everyone sneakered at him but followed him forward wondering what he saw or what he’s up to. Bakugo yelled at the other blonde and told him to hurry up so denki did so. Soon denki was walking into the room and they all froze at the sight in front of them.

“Holy shit.”

“What the fuck?”

“About time.”

“…I’m going to buy so much clothes.”

Mine ran passed the boys and went to the gold she she saw, many jewels and jewelry, small gold cups and coins. She picked a few up and threw them in the air, “We’re so rich!” She proclaimed. Sero came at her side and looked at some of the stuff that was in the almost infinite pile of treasure. He picked up a goblet and looked at the designs engraved in the gold. Snakes running up the bottom and around the cup.

“Treasure hunters! That’s what we are.”

Kirishima turned off the camera and ran to denki and pulled him into a jumping hug, Bakugo just looked around. He was in slight shock at finding so much shit. His eyes trail to the floor and found something strange, so he walk towards it and bent down. A small fish with only its head on it’s bones not looking a day old..Nothing rooting, hell the blood was still wet.

“I don’t like this guys.” He stood up and crossed his arms. “Somethings not right, pack all you can and lets go.” He took the bag off his shoulder and threw it over to them. Staring at the group he saw them looking at him but not saying a word and barely moving, he rolled his eyes. “Can’t take orders? I swear,” he huffed.

He was about to move to do it himself until something wet dripped onto his shoulder and made him shiver. Body freezing and eyes going wide as he looked closer and realizing they weren’t staring at him…

Something wrapped around his legs and lifted him into the air before he could react, a small yell leaving his lips. “What the hell?” He ask as he was flipped upside down from whatever was hanging him. The others watch in fear as the big snake like creature got ahold of their boyfriend and held him in the air.

“Humanss~ Should have known, nothing else yells like you.” Your tongue made more sounds as it rattled out of your mouth. “A full pack here no less? Greedy little things,” you shook your tail and made the human in your clutch swing a bit as you looked down at him. “Going after my treasure.” You listened at the one you hold onto as he yells at you but you pay it no mind. Looking back at the others you glare harshly.

“How many know you’re here? I bet you wanted to have my scales~ too!” You shout and hiss at them loudly to make them flinch. They group together and hesitant their movements in fear. They looked at the human you held and you looked down at him too, they seemed to care for him…

“Mate?” You asked and juggled him around again. Your hand came up to meet his ears and his hair to look over each detail, “Plain looking human.” It was almost laughable how calm you spoke when you said it.

“Please, we didn’t know this belong to you! I swear if you let us go we’ll never return.” You drop your hands away from the boy and look at the girl talking to you. She had tears in her eyes but determination… “Can’t trust humans.”

Next thing bakugo knew he was thrown from your grip and down on the ground in front of his lovers. He groans in slight pain at the hard ground he landed on. “Humans kill us- Take my family,” you looked around and they watch you grow bigger as you get anger “Take my treasure!” You lash out and swing your tail at them. The group jump out of the way together and shout at your attempts to attack them.

“We’ll do anything,” the girl you talk to earlier fell to her knees and cried out. “Let us live.” She begged as tears rolled down her cheeks as she hit the ground. You tilt you head at the sight of a human acting such a way…you calm down and sink back down.

“Humans don’t cry- You shouldn’t..” you looked around panicked and find a necklace on the floor and toss it to her to make her stop. “Stop crying! Look, shiny.” She looked down in confusion. You just tired to kill them and now..

“You’re strange. They said you carry large weapons to skin us, they say you scream at us…” they inch back as you got closer to get a look at them, “not like others.” A idea comes to your head.

“Must be weak.” Your tail inches closer as you wrap it around each of them as they try to get away. “Protect instead. Mates- Yes, Mates.” You rub your head on theirs. You hear them protesting and the loud one calling you stupid and trying to hit you.

“My little humans.”

[lizzy-calaxio]

Ok, well, this didn't turn out like I originally planned, but have some late transition lizzy/krile

Chirin downs his third drink within the half hour at the Forgotten Knight. He drunkenly feels his horns, and slumps down onto the counter, “Another please.”

Gibrillont looks at the au ra, looks a little concerned, but relinquishes another full drink.

Chirin downs it immediately, his tail whipping back and forth.

A voice startles him, “Whoa, hey, watch the tail dude.”

He glances down towards the voice, “Oh, hey Krile.” for a flash he looks sad, but he swiftly hides it by asking for another drink.

Krile looks up at the counter, then at Chirin. He sighs, and lifts the lalafell onto the counter next to him.

“So what’s up, you seem more down than normal.”

Chirin looks away, a hurricane of emotions swell within him but he quashes them swiftly, “Ah, just, the everything.” he gestures vaguely around himself.

Krile’s echo tells her his intentions – he’s hiding something. She tilts her head and examines him, trying to get a gauge on what the problem is.

“I’ve also been thinking about my family, I miss them. I could be fishing with my brother on a warm beach right now…” his sentence doesn’t quite end so much as trails off in thought.

“Why not visit them?”

He shakes his head, “Nah, I’m needed here. If I just keep my head down, and keep trudging forward, eventually I can go back with a clear conscience.”

Krile gets the feeling that this isn’t the actual issue, “Is there anything else going on...?”

Chirin looks at Krile, the lantern nearby flickering, causing the light to catch her eye in a very particular way – Chirin begins blushing, but shoves the feelings down.

“N-no.”

It’s unconvincing.

Krile scooches closer to him, “C’mon, you can tell me anything. I promise.”

Chirin glances at the empty glasses around him, he’s pretty sure there’s six glasses, though he doesn’t remember ordering that many. A deep twisting thought in the back of his mind nags and pulls at him, but he shakes it away.

He sighs, “I dunno. I’m unhappy. I just wish….” a thought almost spills over, but it vanishes before it can, “I wish things went differently in my life. That’s all. Maybe next life I can do things right.”

Krile looks confused, her echo isn’t helping much here and she can’t interpret the vague thoughts spilling out from her friend. She presses forward with her desire to help, “Well, what things do you wish were different?”

Chirin’s eyes glaze over, his limbal ring glowing brightly in the dark bar. A profound sorrow reflects in his face, as he thinks he grows more depressed, “I dunno. I…” his voice cracks, and his throat chokes at the words, “I...I…..I feel guilty.” the continuing wavering sound in his voice betrays any concept of him having a cool demeanor, “I have feelings for you. I shouldn’t, I know you don’t have an interest in...people like me….I…” he trails off, his head laying on the counter, tears welling up in his eyes, “I wish I wasn’t born…”

Krile’s face mirrors his sorrow, his intentions spilling forth and into her mind. A single thought grabs hold though, that last sentence isn’t finished.

Chirin lightly sobs, before continuing, “I wish I wasn’t born a boy.”

Krile gently runs her fingers through Chirin’s hair, unsure of what to say. She glances at the glasses around him, and is unsure if it’s the alcohol, or his true feelings.

The two sit in silence for an eon, before Krile speaks, “Hey, why don’t we go for a walk?”

Chirin nods, and stands upright, his entire body betraying how depressed he truly is.

As they step outside, they’re met with the gentle glow of moonlight reflecting off of fresh snow. Light snow falls, and Chirin tightens his jacket.

Krile puts her hood on, stifling her echo, “Ok. So, you don’t want to be a boy. Talk about those feelings.”

Chirin shifts uncomfortably, and starts walking. Krile keeps up, eyeing his tail to ensure she doesn’t get hit. He regrets saying what he said, but is thankful Krile doesn’t hate him for confessing his feelings.

“I feel wrong. Every day I wake up crying because I’m wrong. I wish I had been born correctly.” he doesn’t know what he’s saying, the words just spill out like an overflowing cup of coffee.

Krile hesitates, but reaches up to grab his hand, unsure of what to say.

Chirin continues, “I’m too tall, too muscular, too masculine, my horns are wrong, my face is wrong, everything is wrong and bad and and and….” his voice chokes, he’s unable to continue as he starts crying.

The two sit down on a bench, in utter silence as the snow muffles any traveling sounds. Chirin’s light sobs are the only sound that breaks the silence, as Krile rubs his back.

Chirin composes himself enough to whisper, “I just wish I was a girl.”

Krile thinks about how to help, “I...I mean, you still can be?”

Chirin looks at Krile as if she had four heads, she actually only has two. He mentally scolds himself for getting this drunk. He wants to take everything back. Undo this night.

Krile continues, “I’ve heard of a magic potion, that could change your body. Why not use that?”

Chirin blinks, trying to process the information, “What?”

“Fantasia, I think it’s called. A very rare, very expensive potion, that when drank will transform your body overnight.”

“…..WHAT.” his entire mood turns on a dime.

Krile lightly smiles, “I think I could probably procure one for you, if this is truly what you want?”

Chirin grabs Krile, “I do! I mean,” he lets go, nervously, “I...Yes, I would want.”

Krile giggles a little in response, “Oh! Do you have a new name you’d like to use?”

Chirin thinks for a couple minutes, “Elizabeth. I think that’s a pretty name.”

“Elizabeth, huh? Lizzy suits you, I think.”

[sixhours]

One Day at a Time - Chapter 2 - Implantation

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Rating: Explicit, 18+, here be smut Series tags: The Last of Us, The Last of Us (HBO), Joel Miller x f!OFC, Joel & Ellie, mostly follows canon, SMUT, gratuitous smut, dubious consent (drunk sex), unplanned pregnancy, fluff, references to past miscarriages, angst, hurt/comfort, romance, age gap (~21 years), childbirth, fluffy baby stuff, I've probably forgotten some so please let me know <3

And that should have been that.

Joel’s new life in Jackson was busy. Contracting projects always picked up this time of year. Patrols got more eventful as the last of the snow melted. There was work to do, and he had Ellie to consider.

Ellie, his fifteen-year-old ward, the second daughter he didn’t know he needed until she was forced on him in a desperate time. Things with Ellie were complicated for many reasons, all of which they were trying to ignore. She vacillated between treating him like a father and pretending he didn’t exist with not a lot of in-between. She’d recently moved out of his house and into the garage, and he hoped the extra space would improve their relationship, but it was too soon to tell.

Accidentally fucking his patrol partner in a drunken stupor was low on his list of concerns.

He put the whole ordeal in the back of his mind.

Mostly.

He saw Charlie around, of course. It was hard to miss her flash of silver-white hair during town meetings or meals at the caf. He might get a nod or a smirk in passing, and that was fine. He might have even felt a glancing flush of heat creep up his neck when she smiled at him, and that was fine, too.

But then…things got weird.

She’d see him coming down the street and cross to the other side. She ducked her head and avoided his eyes whenever they crossed paths during patrol prep. She suddenly wasn’t around in the usual hangout spots–the Bison, the caf. Then she missed three patrol shifts in a row. When he asked Tommy about it, he just shrugged and said she’d called out sick.

It shouldn’t have bothered him. They’d agreed to pin it on drunken stupidity and move on, but maybe she’d changed her mind. Maybe she regretted it. Maybe she hated him.

And maybe that shouldn’t have mattered, but it did.

He should have let it go.

He’s eating with Ellie in the caf when he sees Charlie come in, stamping the mud off her boots. She gets halfway to the serving counter and then stops mid-stride, faltering. She turns abruptly and catches him staring–her eyes lock on Joel’s for an uncomfortable length of time, long enough for Ellie to notice and turn around.

Then her eyes grow wide and she ducks her head and makes a beeline for the door, leaving the caf in a rush. The whole thing takes just a few seconds.

Ellie turns back to look at him. “Dude, you okay?”

“Yeah…”

He’s still watching the door, waiting to see if Charlie will come back, but she doesn’t. After a moment’s hesitation, he gets up.

“I’ll…be right back,” he says faintly, leaving his tray and his confused kid behind.

He catches up with her down the street, startling her with a hand on her shoulder. She wheels around, eyes wide and…tired, he thinks. Anxious. Like she’s just barely holding herself together.

“What?” she snaps.

He opens his mouth, realizing a moment too late that he doesn’t know what to say. He gapes like a fish for a few miserable seconds before he finally settles on the truth.

“You’re avoidin’ me.”

“I’m not,” she says, crossing her arms and setting her jaw.

“Then lemme walk you home.”

Her lips flatten into a thin line. “I’m not going home.”

“Then walk me home,” he says quickly. “M’up this way.”

She considers this, then rolls her eyes and continues up the road toward Rancher Street.

“I’m not avoiding you, Joel,” she huffs.

“Then what was that back at the caf?”

“I…wasn’t hungry.”

“I haven’t seen you around. Tommy said you were sick.”

“I’m fine.”

They continue in silence, Charlie tucked into herself with her head down, him trying to make his dumb, slow brain cooperate and figure out how to get her to open up. The walk is over too quickly. 

“This is me,” he says when they’re firmly planted in front of the house on Rancher Street. “Look, if I, uh, did somethin’–”

“You didn’t.”

“I just mean…we said–”

“I know what we said and that’s still the case,” she says, the words tumbling out in a rush. She shifts her weight from one foot to the other, agitated, almost…scared. “We said it wouldn’t be weird and it’s not, you’re just…making it that way.”

Her face screws up and she swallows hard; he can see the way her arms tighten around herself as she talks, pale fingers almost white with the ferocity of her grip.

His voice softens, unconsciously slipping into the tone he uses when Ellie’s having one of her nightmares. His hand twitches at his side, wanting to touch her, to console her, but he won’t.

“Charlie? What’s wrong?”

She closes her eyes and shakes her head slowly, then suddenly pushes past him, ducking off to the side of the house to vomit next to his garbage can. She heaves and spits and wipes her mouth with a soft fuck . 

He moves toward her, reaches out a hand to steady her, but her next words freeze him in place.

“I’m pregnant.”

For one endless moment, this information doesn’t register. The words don’t make sense, echoing in his head until they’re reduced to nonsense syllables.

“You’re–that’s not–”

Charlie’s arms are folded over her chest, staring numbly at a spot on the ground near Joel’s feet.

“I thought you were…I thought you…couldn’t…I don’t–”

“You thought I couldn’t?”

“You’re just…we’re…older,” he finishes lamely.

She cocks her head, considering him from under long lashes. “How old do you think I am, Joel?”

Oh hell no. That’s a trap if he ever heard one. “M’not gonna answer that.”

“I’m thirty-six.”

“You’re–”

He feels his knees buckle. Christ, he’s old enough to be her fucking father. Sarah would be the same age if she’d lived–

Sarah.

He tries and fails miserably to make it look like his taking a seat on the porch steps is intentional.

Suddenly he’s twenty-two and having this exact conversation, parked in his parents’ beat-up station wagon in an empty lot in the middle of nowhere, Texas, the cute high school senior he’d met only a few months before riding shotgun with a plastic pee stick in her lap. His whole fucking life about to change, and now it’s happening again.

“Grayed early,” she says, absently touching her short silver locks, pulling him out of this painful reverie. “It’s hereditary.”

He swallows hard and grips the rough wood of the step under him, feels the prick of a splinter and doesn’t care. “You’re sure it’s mine?”

The acid look she gives him could melt steel.

“You’re the only person I’ve fucked in the last, oh, three years, so yeah. I’m pretty fucking sure.”

“Jesus Christ,” he moans softly, head swimming.

“It’s not like I asked for this, either,” she snaps.

A glimmer of bittersweet hope, then. Maybe she doesn’t want this. He sure as hell doesn’t want this. Maybe…

“What are you going to do about it?” he asks carefully, looking up at her from his spot on the steps.

This appears to give her pause, face suddenly pinched with something like grief.

“I don’t know.”

“What do you mean you don’t know?”

“It means I don’t fucking know. You followed me out here,” Charlie hisses. “I wasn’t even going to tell you, but then you fucking cornered me!”

He’s stunned into silence, stung by her venom. He knows what he’s supposed to say. He knows he should say it’s her choice, that he’ll support her no matter what. But fuck if he can make himself say the words.

He’s always been a terrible liar.

“Whatever,” Charlie says. “You don’t need to–you’re not obligated–don’t worry about it.”

He gapes. Don’t worry about it? How the hell is he not supposed to worry about this?

But she’s already turned on her heel and is marching away. He wants to get up and follow her but he can’t force his legs to hold him, so he stays, rooted in place by a panic that feels like deja vu.

He’s still sitting there when Ellie’s shadow falls over him, many minutes later.

“You look like you’ve seen a bloater,” she says dryly.

“I’m…fine, kid. M’fine,” he mumbles, wiping at his face.

“Thanks for ditching me for your girlfriend back there.”

“She’s not my girlfriend,” he mutters. “Don’t you have homework or somethin’?”

“Ugh. Yeah, but I’d rather bug you,” she grins, plopping down on the step next to him. “Besides, it’s movie night. Maria says it’s one of those cheesy action ones you like. Figured you’d want to go.”

He looks at her then, and his eyes must give something away, because she cocks her head, worried. “Joel?”

Oh, god, and he has Ellie to think about now. Everything with her is so fragile, so tenuous, and he’s gone and thrown another wrench into the works. He turns his head so she doesn’t see the single, traitorous tear that’s threatening to escape.

“Yeah,” he croaks out. “Yeah, kid, let’s…go see a movie.”

He doesn’t taste the popcorn, doesn’t follow the plot, and doesn’t remember saying goodnight to Ellie when the movie is over. Then he goes to bed and lays on his back and stares at the ceiling until his alarm goes off several hours later.

The next morning, he’s prepping for patrol, lost in the same hazy fog of shock, when Charlie rides up beside him.

“What the hell are you doin’ here?” he bites out before he can stop himself.

“I’m on the schedule,” she says. “Why wouldn’t I be here?”

“It’s…you’re…” he swallows hard, looking around to make sure no one is listening. He hauls himself into the saddle and leans in. “You’re fuckin’ pregnant.”

“No shit, Sherlock.”

“You can’t–”

“Your sister-in-law was out here until she was six months along, if I remember correctly.”

“Yeah, but–”

She glares at him. “But what?”

He groans in frustration, looking around. “Who’re you with?”

“Allan,” she nods to the curly-haired woman waiting by the gate with Tommy. “She’s new.”

“Fuck that,” Joel says. “She needs someone with more experience. Tommy can take her.”

It’s bullshit and he knows it. Charlie has been part of Jackson’s patrol roster longer than Joel, but before she can protest, he urges his horse to the gate to meet up with his brother.

“Tommy, we’re switching. I’m gonna go with Charlie. You take the new girl.”

Tommy studies him, glances back at Charlie, and raises an eyebrow. “If you say so, big brother.”

Joel scowls. “Don’t get ideas, s’not like that.”

“Didn’t say nothin’,” Tommy smirks. “Be safe.”

The gates creak open and the patrol team strides through, pairs breaking off to go their separate ways.

“What the fuck was that?” Charlie hisses when Tommy and his new partner are out of earshot.

“We should talk,” Joel mutters. “Figured this was better. Unless you wanted the whole fuckin’ town to know.”

“We don’t have anything to talk about.”

That earns her a look. “You’re carrying my fuckin’ kid. I think we can find somethin’ to talk about.”

“It’s not ‘your kid’ or my kid or anyone’s kid until it’s born, and that’s…that’s not…likely to happen.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

Her lips twitch. “It means…I’ve been pregnant before. Multiple times. They don’t usually…take.”

He gapes. “Multiple…?”

“Oh, don’t fucking look at me like that,” she snaps. “It’s not what you’re thinking, not that it’s any of your damn business. I don’t make it a habit of getting knocked up. I had a life before Jackson.”

Heat crawls up his neck. He opens his mouth to apologize but nothing comes out. They ride in silence for several painfully awkward minutes.

“It’s fine,” Charlie says finally, staring straight ahead. “It’s something I’ve had a lot of time to come to terms with. Probably some hormone imbalance or whatever. I’ve never carried a pregnancy past nine weeks.”

He tries to count backward, to find that damp March day and the hazy hungover memory of their coupling.

“How many weeks has it been?”

“Eight and a half,” she says flatly. “Don’t worry, I’ll probably start cramping any day now.”

There’s a sadness in her voice that catches him off guard, tugs at his heart.

He’d only wanted to be a father in hindsight. He only knew he couldn’t live without his children when he’d held them in his arms, real and alive. He’d never had the chance to dream about what it would be like, only to have that dream cruelly stolen away.

They ride in a silence that Joel would normally prefer, but suddenly it’s stifling and heavy, almost suffocating.

“So, uh, Charlie…is that short for somethin’?”

She glances at him, bemused. “It’s Charlotte. I used to go by Lottie, but after the outbreak, I found it was…easier if people thought I was a guy. Short hair and all. The nickname stuck.”

“How’d you make it to Jackson?”

“I was part of a group that left Kansas City before the rebellion. Me and six others,” she shifts in the saddle. “One of them was a Firefly, had heard about Jackson through the grapevine and wanted to try to find it. We left in the winter, things got rough. I was the only one who made it. That was three years ago.”

“How, uh, long were you in Kansas City? Before that?”

She shoots him a look. “From day one.”

“So you were–”

“Fifteen. I was born and raised outside the city and was moved to FEDRA territory when the outbreak hit. I considered myself lucky at the time. Of course, we didn’t know how bad it would get.”

“You have family?”

“My folks and brother were killed. It’s just me.”

“M’sorry.”

She shrugs. “Was a long time ago.”

They ride in silence.

“So what’s your tragic story?” she says dryly. “I’m guessing you found Jackson because you’re Tommy’s older brother. Where’d you come from?”

“Boston.”

“That’s a pretty fuckin’ weird Boston accent,” she says, lightly mimicking his drawl.

“Originally from Texas,” he says, biting the inside of his cheek. “And there’s not much to tell. Shit hit the fan on my 36th birthday. Tommy and I got out.”

She whistles. “You’re older than you look.”

“M’not sure if that’s a compliment, but I’ll take it.”

“And Ellie? She’s your daughter?”

Your daughter. He still can’t hear the word without picturing Sarah first, a little betrayal.

“I’m the one they call when she’s gettin’ into trouble, yeah,” he mutters. “She, uh…she found me in Boston, we made the trip out here together. She’s a good kid. Seen a lot of shit.”

“Haven’t we all.”

A longer silence as they ride toward the outpost, interrupted only by birdsong and the regular thudding rhythm of the horses’ steps.

He clears his throat. “You’ll, uh, tell me if it doesn’t…take, right?”

She snorts. “I’ll let you know when you’re off the hook.”

“No,” he frowns. “I meant…you shouldn’t have to go through somethin’ like that alone.”

Her gaze in his peripheral vision lingers for a bit too long.

“Yeah,” she sighs. “I’ll tell you.”

[cupidgwk]

. . ! oblivious — kim gyuvin

► more friends to lovers !!!!

► synopsis: you and gunwook devised the oh so, full proof plan to get gyuvin to fall for you!!!

► slightly proof read

► p.s gunwook is best wingman

step one — get closer to him (physically)

gunwook laid out the steps for you one by one. first, you’d have to get close to him but in a subtle way!

his bright idea? turning up the a/c. what you didn’t expect was gunwook setting the temperature to a chilling 60 degrees.

“oh it’s pretty cold in here isn’t it.” gunwook ponders.

“yeah, just how cold is it?” you glared at gunwook as your teeth chattered.

“oh don’t worry about it! the air conditioner must be broken.” he shrugged avoiding eye contact.

gyuvin still had his eyes fixated to the tv in full focus in his mario kart race.

“are you cold y/n?” hanbin questioned. “you can wear my sweater if you want!”

“oh thank you hanbin! you shouldn’t have…” your fully slightly pained smile spilling out as you accepted the wrong person’s hoodie.

gunwook physically smacked his hand against his forehead.

spoiler alert: it did leave a mark on his forehead that lasted a good two days.

step one. failed.

step two — make him good ol’ baked home goods

you trusted gunwook with your life after all. well, not after the kitchen fiasco that was.

“uhm, is that supposed to be bubbling?” you questioned in concern watching the “cookies” bake in the oven.

“i don’t think so,” he trailed off in fear. “just how many tea spoons of baking powder did you add?”

“i think, around 3?” you replied.

“that can’t be right, then why is the-“ realization flashed through his eyes.

“oh man..” he started.

“what did i do.”

“well, you may have used table spoons instead of tea spoons.” gunwook stated re-reading the baking instructions.

he pointed his finger to the top of the ingredient list. “also, we used baking powder instead of soda.”

to make the situation even worse, the smell of smoke entered your nostrils.

“there is no way…” you raced to the oven and fished the tray of slightly burned cookies.

of course at the worse timing ever, gyuvin enters the kitchen, clearly looking for whatever he can stuff into his mouth.

“yay cookies!” his eyes lit up. “i love home made ones the best!”

“gyuvin wait!” but you and gunwook were a little too late. as gyuvin munched into the baked good that didn’t even deserve to be called a cookie.

gyuvin’s face went from joy to confusion to pure disgust.

“oh wow guys this is the best thing i’ve ever tasted!” he managed to cough out.

“dude, you can be honest.” gunwook deadpanned.

“i need a moment.” he mumbled making his way toward the bathroom.

in the distance you can hear the faucet running as gyuvin attempted to get any taste of that concoction out of his taste buds.

“great! i gave him food positioning!” you slouched onto the floor in defeat.

step two. failed.

and so the saga continued. gunwook would come up to you every day with a new plan to push gyuvin closer to you. of course, most. well. all of the attempts resulted in failure.

one failed attempt after another felt like a never ending rollercoaster. step 4? yujin beat you to asking gyuvin to share an umbrella on the walk home. step 5? we don’t talk about step 5.

“gunwook, i am one failed attempt away from dropping out and moving across the country. the continent even!” you flailed your arms in annoyance.

gunwook shook his head in disagreement. “no can do!” he shook his finger. “i got this covered y/n, just you wait!”

do not fret. gunwook wasn’t class president for no reason. he devised yet another foolproof plan by adding any steps necessary to ensure by the end of the day you and gyuvin will be a couple.

step ??? — become partners for the upcoming group project

gunwook may or may not have pulled a couple strings to ensure that you and gyuvin would be partners in the newest english assignment.

“hey y/n!” gyuvin greeted pulling up a seat next to you. “what exactly did the teacher say? sorry i think i fell asleep for most of it.”

you laughed at his demeanor before quickly explaining the project requirements and such. surprisingly enough, gyuvin listened intently nodding along to the words spilling from your mouth.

“thanks y/n!” he smiled. “so, when is this due?”

“we have around two weeks or so,” you tapped your pen on your bottom lip as you scanned the instruction sheet once more.

“wanna visit the café across the school so we can sort stuff out?” gyuvin questioned tiling his head.

your face erupted into a smile at his suggestion. “you sure this isn’t just an excuse to try their new season menu?” he pouted at your words lightly shoving your shoulder. “come one! please~”

you rolled your eyes at his antics. “of course gyuvin~” teasing him.

-

conversations filled the hallway as students rushed to beat rush hour on the train. the two of you continued to converse as you made your way to the train station. of course, gyuvin forgot to reload his train pass resulting in the two of you missing the train.

“i’m so sorry!” gyuvin apologized clasping his hands together. you laughed at his dramatic apology shaking your head playfully. “don’t sweat it, it gives me more time to spend with you.”

“what?” gyuvin questioned. your face immediately burned up as regret filled your mind. before you can even stutter out a response, gyuvin came up with one himself.

“glad to know, my plan worked,” you raised an eyebrow in suspicion. he turns to face you. “why don’t we turn that study session into a real date? you know, to make up for missing the train and everything.”

you rolled your eyes playfully. “of course!” a smile erupted on his face as he suddenly engulfed you in his arms.

“i’ve been waiting so long to do this.”

gunwook’s full proof plan to get you and gyuvin together: SUCCEEDED

[mothgodofchaos]

Spirits

In my defense, it was a fantastic pun. And sometimes you just gotta pour one out for the homies. On a different note, I hurt my own feelings writing this.

Ghost!Chase x GN!Reader, TW: alcohol, grief, death, funeral mention, human experimentation mention Words: 870

You get out of your car in the graveyard parking lot, the anniversary of Chase’s death. It’s gotten a little easier over the years, but it’s still hard to believe he’s gone. You take the grocery bag out of the back seat, heading through the gates to find his grave. You know where it is, your feet almost take you there by themselves, you’ve walked the path so many times. That laboratory deemed his death a “non-preventable casualty” and refused to give any details, and something inside you has told you it wasn’t an accident.

You pull your hood over your ears, the chill autumn air sending shivers down your spine. Just like you do every year, you stare at his gravestone, almost like you’re processing all over again that he’s truly gone. Like you never fully believed it. And you don’t even know if you ever will. You set the bag down, getting down on one knee as you rustle through it. From the bag you pull out a bottle of whiskey, an energy drink, and a small bouquet of flowers. Old flowers are discarded, long dried out and abandoned. You hold the beverages in your hands, staring at the labels. They’re his favorites, ironic how the drinks you tried to get him to stop drinking end up being the things you bring to his grave.

You pop the cork of the whiskey and open the can of energy drink, watching as the two pour out onto the ground, sinking deep into the ground. Something about it feels, good almost. Making a danger cocktail for him, exactly like the ones he used to try and get you to drink. When there’s nothing more than a few sips in each left, you down them yourself, making a face but, you do it for him.

You get comfortable, talking to him about how life has been this year. The ups, the downs, how you still check on his brothers for him. Trying to do best by him while also living your life. It’s a difficult balance, but you have support keeping you upright. When you run out of things to say, you set the whiskey bottle on the lip of the headstone, placing the flowers inside. It’s what he would’ve wanted. As you walk away, something inside you pulls you back, looking at his name on the stone. Through tears, you give him one last fistbump, for old time’s sake.

You step away, wiping your eyes on your sleeve as you take your trash back to your car.

“WAIT-“

You stop in your tracks, not believing what you heard. Maybe you shouldn’t have drank the whiskey and energy drink…

“Dude! I know you can hear me!”

You spin around to be faced with an apparition of Chase, ghostly blue but he almost looks solid in the evening light.

“Chase-“

You cautiously reach out to him, hand colliding with his chest. He’s cold, but he’s there. Your hands move to his shoulders, looking at him through tears before pulling him into a hug. All you can manage out are sobs, apologies, scoldings for leaving you without him, anything you can think to say to him now that you know he’s listening.

“Hey, it’s okay. I’m okay. Well, I’m not, I’m a ghost. But I thought you could help me with that…”

The idea of getting your friend back makes your heart leap, maybe, maybe you could fix things between the two of you. Confess the things you always wanted to.

“Yeah, yeah. Whatever you need, dude.”

“My body… isn’t here. It’s still at the facility. I didn’t even know I had a grave, although I guess I should’ve expected that.”

“It- it’s not here!?”

You fish through your memories of the funeral, realizing you never saw Chase in that casket. The top was always closed.

“They said the lid was closed because you were disfigured…”

“Yeah that’s a load of bullshit. They were the ones that killed me. They’re trying to use my body as a vessel for… something.”

Your face is a mixture of horror and disgust, which makes Chase chuckle a little bit.

“So… we’re breaking your body out of prison?”

“I mean, that’s one way of putting it.”

“And your brothers? They’ll want to see you. Want to help.”

“I know! I know! But, I wanted to see you first. I didn’t realize you still cared.”

“I always cared, Chase. No matter what your thoughts said. I thought I was waiting for you to come back to me emotionally, not spiritually…”

“I’m sorry, I wanted to. But, they grabbed me. The facility-“

“You need to talk to Henrik about that, later. Right now, I have my boy back. And we’ll get your body back, I promise.”

“Your boy… I forgot you called me that.”

“As long as you’ll let me.”

“Always. Please.”

You look at each other for a moment, before you pull him to your chest, kissing the top of his head.

“Let's get you home. See your brothers. Marv will be able to help in the short term.”

“You’re staying, right?”

“Wouldn’t leave you even if they decided it was my turn to go to that facility.”

[rwfanficrw]

An AU of how Ryo finds out about the POTS. People wanted a Ryo fic so I delivered 😅 however looking at it, only the beginning and the end has been written.. sooo there is an actual story that was supposed to happen. This must have been one of the late night fanfic vomit. It’s 12 pages.

Ryo looked around his friends apartment a bit nervous as he stood in the doorway. He had taken his shoes off and was ready to step in but he and Sage had come in at a bad time? He had caught something about a fainting spell in the shower and was told to stay where he was.

So he did.

He shifts uncomfortably on his socked feet before stepping into the hallway. He stops at seeing the sitting room and tilts his head grinning as he sees the giant stuffed killer whale. He walks over and kneels down petting it’s head.

He looks around the room relaxing a bit more at seeing the fish tanks and plants, then his eyes stop on the familiar skyblue hoodie.

“I’ll get it. Hang on. No, yer not goin’ anywhere. Stay with Sage. Are you sure you need THAT hoodie? Alright alright…if I were a skyblue hoodie where would I-”

He lifts his head and stands back up properly. “Maybe, check the couch?”

Rowen startles not expecting to see Ryo in Cye’s living room. He takes the saught after hoodie trying to figure out, “…when…how..”

“Sage. He said that I could join when you guys took Cye out to lunch and to find him a new jacket?”

“Ah you’re going to be the heater.”

“Huh.”

“Long story. Look, uh, take a seat. Somethin’ happened and we just need to take care of it, ok? I’m not sure if Cye wants ya back there…” He sighs heavily as Ryo’s expression drops. “Look, its not just you. Kento wouldn’t be allowed back there either.”

“I-Is he okay at least?”

“Cye? Yeah. He’s lucky he’s got Torrent. Without it… we maybe in the hospital.”

“Wait what?!”

“Stay here Ryo.”

“Rowen are you crazy!? Where is he?” Ryo pushes past him running down the hallway, “Cye?!”

Rowen groans before chasing after him, “Ryo!”

The bearer of Wildire skidded to a stop in the doorway to the bedroom. His eyes widened nervously at seeing his friend all but naked on the side of the bed, Sage was beside him holding a towel to his head. “C-Cye? Dude are you okay?!”

Cye startles moving quickly to try and cover himself but is held fast by Sage. “R-Ryo…I-I…”

“He’ll be fine Ryo. He fainted in the shower.” The blonde states carefully. He looked past Ryo to see a frustrated Rowen standing behind him. “Did you get the hoodie?”

“Yeah, I got it. Buddy, are you sure you want to put it on? If your head is bleedin’, it’ll mess it up.”

“B-Bleeding..”

“The armor will heal it in a few hours.” Sage reassured Ryo and Cye.

Cye blushes bright red mortified at Ryo seeing him like this. Ryo blinked before turning around so he wouldn’t see. “Uh sorry, bud. Just got worried when Rowen said you were hurt.”

“..it was my fault. I stood up in the shower. I shouldn’t have.” The younger one admitted.

“Shouldn’t have what? Did you trip?” He asked.

He looked up from where his back was turned and saw Rowen’s eyes narrow, “Yeah, dunno about trippin’”

“Oh alright, I tried to stand and get something that I should have had already down on the ground with me.” Cye muttered obviously caught by the tone of his voice. “Then the blood rushed to my head and I woke up on the ground with Rowen screaming for Sage. Sorry Ryo, I bet it was a bloody racket earlier.”

Ryo heard Cye wince and then heard rustling. He stole a peak and saw Cye had his hoodie on and was having help getting the rest on. He turned back around at seeing Sage shake his head.

“Bloody was one word for it. Are you going to let me use Halo to heal it faster or are you going to be stubborn and go out shopping with a head injury?” The blonde holds his arms out on either side of the youngest warrior ready to catch him or steady him if a blood pressure drop or spike happened while pulling his jeans on.

“Should he even be out shoppin’? What if he has a concussion an’ we just don’t know about it.” Rowen asks taking the bloodied towel out into the laundry room.

“Halo will tell me if anything like that happened.”

“Ok, Ryo.. you can turn a-around..” Cye leans on Sage’s arms hanging his head slightly as he does his best to catch his breath. He was light headed. His hand weakly grasped at his friend’s arm to stay up right.

Ryo moved closer not liking how unsteady the other was, “Woah, dude. You ok?”

“You need to sit.” Sage stated not giving the other another option.

“Not here. T-The couch.”

“Are you going to make it to the couch?”

The water bearer nodded determined.

The other just sighed heavily, “Ok, lean on me. Ryo stay close, I may need your help.”

*~*

Rowen stepped out of the laundry room finally confident that the stain would more than likely come out of the towel and walked back to the bed room, it was empty.

“We’re in here.” Ryo called from the den.

He walked into the sitting area and saw Cye was laying on the couch, a compress over his eyes. Sage was kneeling beside him meditating. By the green glow of both of them he knew Halo was being used.

“Everything ok?”

“Uh I think so… Cye said he felt sick to his stomach and his eyes hurt. So I helped him lay down and I got a warm compress… I think he fell asleep. Then Sage started to heal him with Halo.” Ryo explained watching as Rowen walks to the couch and leans over the side gently lifted the compress temporarily.

“Yeah he’s asleep. Good. He needs to rest.” Rowen looks up to the other. “Don’t worry. Once he wakes up and eats somethin’ we’ll be on the road.”

*~*

Ryo stumbles up the stairs holding one of Cye’s arms over one of his shoulders. He looks to Rowen smiling nervously as the younger warrior hung limply between them. “…i-is this normal?”

“Ryo, I don’t know what normal is anymore. He can faint at any given moment, you just get used to making do. I am upset that the elevator is out. While it would have caused him to faint, he wouldn’t be having to do this. I put several requests in this week to have it fixed.” The archer grumbled as he pushed the door open to the fifth floor. “And before you say anythin’ yeah, Sage and I have spoken about him possibly changing apartments.”

“But Rowen who-”

“I know. I know.” The unasked question hung heavily in silence as Rowen pulled the totebag off of Cye’s shoulder gently, “Here. Take this and find the key. I’ve got him.” He manuevers himself in a familiar stance catching all of Cye’s weight against himself. He moves his shoulder in a way that gently catches the other’s head as it drops. “Should be on an orca keychain.”

The bearer of Wildfire drops to his knees as he digs through the skyblue totebag. “You know if you give this to Mia, she could organize it…her purse has like all of these pockets and small bags…its’ weird but efficient.”

Rowen smirks, “So you’ve been into her purse, have you?”

“Well, when I forget my house key and hers is at the bottom of her bag, yeah?” Ryo tilts his head confused missing the joke.

They go quiet as Cye moans groggily. The one holding him up sighs relieved, “Easy buddy. Take your time. I’ve got ya. Ryo’s unlockin’ the door and Sage is parkin’ the car.”

“Got it!” Ryo grins happily as he opens the door and holds it open. “Uh need help?”

Rowen looks the youngest warrior over trying to gauge how fast he was waking up. He looks into the half focused eyes and smiles, “Cye? How many heads do I have?”

“…t-too many.”

“Ok, yep. I’ll need yer help.”

Ryo holds the door open with his foot as he turns holding an arm out. He tries not to act shocked as an ice cold hand weakly grips it. “D-Dude, you’re freezing…”

“…sorry Ryo..” Cye leans most of his weight into Rowen as they help him inside. His legs were still numb and about gave out once inside. “R-Ro!”

“Alright, enough of this game. Up and at ‘em.” The other picks up the smaller warrior in a cradle carry in one swoop and holds him in his arms. “To the couch we go.”

“..but my tea. Sage promised-”

“Ryo can put the kettle on the stove. Besides, you need electrolytes and sodium first.”

Ryo lifts his head at hearing a heavy grumbling sigh and familiar “..fine…” smiling slightly at hearing his friend sound somewhat back to normal.

*~*

“Ryo? Can you hold the door open for me?” Sage calls from the otherside.

“You got it-“ Ryo pulls the door open again and moves out of the way. “I still can’t believe we got all of this at the same time.”

“This is nothing. What I can’t believe is that we have to carry it up to the fifth floor.” The blonde sighs as he sets the first armful down. “However, he’s needed this. Thank you for going. Kento is too loud about things and would have made a big deal out of it all.”

“Out of what? Clothes?”

Sage nods, “He still can’t wrap his mind around everything happening with the POTS and the changes it’s causing…mainly all of this. He would have gotten Cye worked up.”

This time Wildfire’s eyes widened, “…he’s lost weight…I thought he looked smaller b-but Cye’s already so small…”

“Yeah. I know. He doesn’t know the extent of it but he’s not blind. We basically got him a new wardrobe. What I want your help with though this is.” He pulls out a new bedding set. “Can you go remake his bed. I need all five layers on it and this heating blanket on high under the top.”

“Uh sure.” Ryo grins. “I think I can manage that!”

“How is he?”

“Cye fainted halfway up the first flight of stairs. Ro and I carried him up the rest. When he woke up, he said Rowen had too many heads and I think he about collapsed on us. Rowen just carried him to the den after that.”

Sage sighed pulling his coat off hanging it by the door. “I was afraid of that.”

“I put water on the stove but Rowen mentioned electroyltes and sodium?”

“I’ll get that together. Go make the bed. Going out wears him out, so he’ll be in bed in a few hours I’m sure.”

“…i-in bed?”

“The POTS takes his energy away a lot faster. He’ll be in bed at least for tomorrow if not the next day before he’s up on his feet again. Go on and make the bed.”

Ryo looks down at the new flannel sheets and soft but heavy blankets, “…s-sure.”

Sage watches him go down the hallway before he picks up another one of the new blankets and shakes it out. It was a second heated blanket. “Cye? Rowen?” His voice dropped in volume slightly knowing the younger warrior would more than likely have a headache.

“In here.” Rowen answered. He looks up grinning, “Alright! Cye, he pulled out one of those fancy heated blankets.” His hand dropped back down onto the red hair as gently as he can. The other warrior was curled up on his side, head in Rowen’s lap as he dozed in and out peacefully.

“He’s asleep.”

“Good. Better than earlier.”

“I heard he was dizzy when he woke up.” The blonde reaches around the couch to plug the blanket in then lays it over the smaller frame tucking it in. “Ryo is remaking the bed with everything we got.”

“How is Ryo doing?”

“What do you mean?”

“Sage, this is his first time dealin’ with all of this. You forget that we’re used to it by now.” Rowen shakes his head sighing. “And it’s not something we should be used to…”

“I’ll go check on Ryo. Just let him rest for a bit. Will you be ok?”

“Just hand me that book and I’ll be fine.”

Sage turns and looks to where the other is visually pointing with his head and picks it up handing it over. “Ok, I’ll be back. Call if anything happens. We’re right down the hallway.”

*~*

Ryo’s hands shake as he pulls on the bottom sheet onto his friend’s bed. He used his armors power and put a little bit of heat on the cloth each time he touched it leaving it comfortably warm once he was done.

His mind was racing on how he had missed all of this during the war with Talpa and even after. When they were in New York it wasn’t this bad… or was it? Rowen and Kento stuck so close to Cye it was hard to really get a word in edge wise. That one time they were alone, Cye had stayed away almost guarded against him knowing anything.

He had taken that as that it was handled and to not stick his nose in it. But now… he was always there when Mia was on the phone with Sage getting updates. He saw her features drop with each call and could hear the concern in her voice as she tried to help.

It was always a speciality doctor and a hospital trip or something about the symptoms that got worse. He had been relieved when Sage asked him if he wanted to help Cye find a winter coat. He didn’t know it would mean all of this.

He was thankful to be apart of it but … that wasn’t his friend that he’d faught Talpa with. It was Cye but … he shakes his head.

“It’s a lot to take in, isn’t it?”

He turns and sees Sage in the doorway. “How do you do it?”

“When you’re forced into the situation and have someone who depends on you to figure it out so he doesn’t accidentally kill himself when fainting… you figure it out really fast.” Sage sighs walking over to help Ryo finish making the bed. “He needs Rowen and I to help him wade through all of this.”

“You don’t blink an eye at any of it though. Cye faints on Rowen and he just catches him like it’s nothing and –“

“Ryo, Cye faints at least twenty times a day. The shock factor wears off pretty quickly. What you saw today was a good day. He only fainted eight times. Yesterday, he went down on us at least 30-35 times before he was forced to the couch. That’s just what his POTS does.” He shrugs. “I’m not saying that to scare you…it just is what it is… we haven’t had time to be scared. It all happened so fast.”

“Cye’s really grateful you’re here.”

The blonde glanced over at him before smiling, “I’m not sure about that. I nag him about eating right and I refuse him his tea most of the time.”

“How did it happen?”

“Ryo, you really don’t need to know-“

“Sage, don’t hide it from me. I can take it.”

Halo tucked the blankets in one at a time before he stands up. “Hand me Wildfire then I’ll tell you.”

“What? Why!?”

“Do it.”

Ryo holds his hand out and his armor orb appeared in his hand. It glowed red before “virtue” appeared on it. The other reaches out and takes it turning the light down, the power going with it. “Sage, what is going on?”

“Talpa did it.”

Ryo’s blue eyes narrowed, “W-What?!”

“Shh. Don’t be so loud. This is why you weren’t told.” Sage closed the door behind them. “And why I took Wildfire. Cye would never forgive you if you toasted his room.”

“What do you mean Talpa did this?”

“Talpa took our life forces when he captured us. He kept threatening that we’d never be the same afterwards. Apparently he somehow got more of Cye’s than he got of Kento and I. I-It sadly came back as an auto immune response.”

“….what?” The color drained from the other warriors face as he sat down on the edge of the bed. “i-if Rowen and I had gotten out there faster and …and rescued you guys we could have-“

“Ryo, we don’t know that. Cye was the first one to be captured by Talpa. It could have happened at any time from that point onward.”

“No, Sage. It’s not ..this isn’t….Cye is that way because of us?! Because of Rowen and I?!”

The blond watches as the other paces a bit, “Calm down. Cye doesn’t need to hear any of this. He was adamanet about you not knowing because of this.” He sighs realizing that the other wasn’t going to calm down that easily. “Look, go outside and scream if you need to but you’re not getting Wildfire back until you’re calm. Cye needs you if you can stand it but I can’t fault you for panicking.”

Ryo pushes past Sage and all but runs down the hallway and out of the apartment complex. The other sighs and stands still holding the armor orb in his hand. Halo’s power was calming what it could of the Wildfire’s flame but it was still hot in his hands.

Nothing he could say or do would fix any of what Ryo was feeling. He, Rowen and Kento had already processed it all in their own way.

It was Ryo’s turn.

*~*

Rowen lifts his head hearing someone come almost running down the hall. He sighed and covered both of Cye’s ears as the other slept so he wouldn’t here.

“Well, I told him.”

“Went well I see.” He half jokes smiling sadly. His smile drops off at seeing the Wildfire Armor orb in Sage’s hand. It was glowing and it looked like it hurt to hold.

“As well as it could have. He didn’t “toast” the room as Kento would say. I made him give me his armor orb before he could hear what happened.” The blonde sighs shifting the ball in his hands. “He’s still mad though, I can feel it.”

“Maybe ya should get a hot mitt or something.”

Rowen watches as the other leaves wordlessly to go do just that. He sighs leaning back into the couch looking down at the youngest warrior as he slept. He smiles slightly petting the other’s head gently, “You’re lucky you’re cute, buddy…”

He couldn’t blame Ryo for being angry when he himself was still livid at himself for not being there to save everyone sooner. If he and Ryo had gotten there earlier, in theory, Cye wouldn’t have wound up like this.

“Hey Sage..”

“Yeah?”

“Here, do you mind switchin’ with me?”

Sage raised an eyebrow, Rowen had never asked that question before when with Cye like this. “Where are you going?”

“The only one who can talk to Ryo about this is someone who was there… it was just he and I. I dunno, maybe it’ll help if it’s me.” Rowen shifts slightly letting Sage hold Cye up so he can pull away then the other takes his spot. “I’ll go find him.”

He saw Sage get comfortable out of the corner of his eye and relaxed knowing Cye had someone to curl up against and wouldn’t wake up for awhile if he was lucky.

Now he just had to find Ryo.

*~*

The bearer of Wildfire lifted his head as he heard his name. He turned around and saw Rowen hurrying to meet him. “Rowen… what are you doing out here? What about Cye… is Sage with him? Is he awake?”

“Uhh out here to find you,” Rowen counts off his fingers as he answers the questions. “Cye is still fast asleep and yeah Sage is with him. You can’t really leave him alone these days without supervision… the whole fainting thing.”

“Rowen, we could have prevented all of this from happening. Cye is like this because of US. We took our time getting to the Dynasty when we should have just jumped in.”

“Ryo, don’t do this to yourself.”

“How can I not?! Rowen, it was OUR job to save the guys. They depended on US and we failed them.” Ryo groans frustrated again heaving as his usual energy isn’t gone with a rush of fire. He was pacing a bit instead. “N-Now Cye… he can barely walk without help.. he needs Supervision or he can crack his head open…”

“Ryo lis-“

“Does Cye know it was Talpa?! That we failed him!? Does Kento know as well?”

“Ryo stop. Listen to me. Cye does know. As soon as the symptoms started to appear, Sage got ahold of Kayura through Halo. She helped him figure it out.”

“How can you help Cye knowing you caused it?”

Rowen stood there staring at the other trying to come up with an answer. He didn’t have one that he could verbally answer with. He felt that pit start growing in his stomach again, the one he thought he’d gotten rid of. “Ryo..”

“I couldn’t look him in the eye.. I-I can’t…Talpa did this and we helped him do it because we were too slow. We took too much time thinking!”

“He doesn’t blame us…” He finally got out. “D-Damn it, Ryo. Cye doesn’t blame either of us. Its why he didn’t want you knowing. He took his time telling you and Kento because of this. You and I did what we had to so we could get to them. We moved as fast as we could.”

“You just act like its all okay – its not!”

“No, it’s not. You’re right. It’s fuckin’ awful in that apartment. You don’t think we know this!? Sage and I have been sole caretakers of Cye for almost a year and a half, Ryo. You’re acting like we don’t know all of this. Yes, he needs help. A lot of it. Yes, he faints a lot. He can’t control any of it, Ryo. He’s terrified of what’s happening but thankful we’re all here. It’s terrifying every time he faints on us. None of what’s happening is “ok” Ryo. But he’s alive and we’re doing the best we can.”

“But Rowen-“

“If you can’t see him again right now, that’s fine. I’ll just let him know you had somewhere to be. But do not come back in there lashing out. He doesn’t need that. He’s already so worried about what you guys are going to see if he’s not at his best. But he can’t hide this POTS like he thinks he can.”

Ryo bites back tears hanging his head. “N-No, you can both do this… I should be able to.”

“If it helps, Kento can’t do it yet either.” Rowen offers heaving a sigh. “He’s ok as long as things are normal but once it turns into,” He motions towards the apartment. “He has to bow out. Cye’s ok with it. I’m ok with it. Sage is as well. He doesn’t think you love him any less.”

Ryo stood there quietly fidgeting nervously. He wrings his hands and as he spoke this time his voice broke slightly, “…but why Cye…? Why out of all of us did..did Talpa do that to him? If it had been any of us….”

“I know.”

“…it wasn’t the white armor?” Came another weak question.

“Kayura didn’t say it was. It was Talpa’s influence on Torrent and the life force he pulled from Cye.”

Ryo swallowed nervously unable to hold back a few tears almost out of relief. Rowen tilts his head worried, “Buddy what is it?”

“….it wasn’t my fault then?”

Rowen blinks then shakes his head, “No, Ryo. It wasn’t your fault. It wasn’t any of our faults. I-It just …it happened. We can help now. Talpa is dead. Cye is alive. We need to keep him that way. Can you help us..?”

Ryo nodded more firmly than before, “Of course.. I don’t know a lot but can you teach me?”

“We’d love too and don’t worry, Cye isn’t always like this. He’s just having a hard day. Just wait until it’s a normal day and he’s nagging you about something.” Rowen grins stretching. “Sometimes you just wish he’d faint to give you a break.”

The other smiles his shoulders drop, “Kento said he’s really bad about that.”

“You don’t know the half of it. Come on, you can be there when Cye wakes up. He was nappin’.” Rowen tugs Ryo to his side giving him a half hug before leading him back inside.

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Say you love me (Neteyam X OC!Na’vi) Chapter 10

Photo cred @cinetrix

(I know I said this Chapter wasn't going to be posted till the 28th but I got carried away and ended up getting lost in writing so hopefully you enjoy &lt;;3)

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pairing(Neteyam X Original Metkayina Female Character)

Synopsis: follow Luaewe as her world literally gets turned upside down with new na’vi joining her village. Never having to face many obstacles besides finding her way back home. How will she be able to handle the constant jealousy she's faced with and an unwanted love triangle.

Disclaimer: All characters in this fic have been aged up for the convenience of storytelling and to match the aging system up with both Pandora and Earth

AGES OC Luaewe-22 Neteyam-23 Kiri-23 Lo'ak-21 Tuktirey-10 Ao'nung-23 Tsireya-21

I sorted out the various different weaving material as I sat with the weavers. There were not a lot helping today seeing as how most of the requests have been met. 

But once again I got stuck with mending the warriors' garments and fixing the blankets. That’s another request that will start coming in soon. Blankets…then shawls sometimes we even get long skirts different from the one Tsahìk wears though.

“ Lìamu tsahìk needs you come quick!” Someone yelled from outside the weaving mauri.  My attention was drawn to Lìamu looking around frantically trying to figure out what her next move would be.  She was another skilled weaver in our clan recently gave birth to a beautiful girl but her mate was well….. no good I’ll leave it at that. 

She looked over at me “ Luaewae can you please watch Neawut till I get back…she’s already eaten so she will be fine.. no one else is here and I can-“ she said frantically I nodded my head and quickly put the material down gesturing for her to hand the baby over. 

She looked as if she were about to cry when she passed her over. She ran out before I could even ask if she was ok.  

I look down at the curious baby who started to coo. I didn’t have much experience with children this little only the ones around Tuks age but it can’t be that hard right?

“ do you think I can get some work done while you hang out with me?” She looked at me as if she were trying to understand my words big after all she’s just a baby. I turned around briefly and grabbed the one of the  several baby slings and wrapped her on me. “ I hope I am doing this right”  

“ it looks about right.” I looked up to see one of the elders walking in.  She smiled and sat down where Lìamu sat.” Go I’ll do this till Lìamu comes back. The baby needs sun they shouldn’t be cooped up in here.” She shooed me away and I gave her a slight smile. 

She shooed me again and I finally got up. It’s not like I couldn’t do the work I could but I guess since I’m left with the responsibility of Neawut for a while I should tend to her needs.  I looked down to see if she was ok only to find her sucking on her fingers. 

“ what do you say are you up for an adventure Neawut?” I lightly pat her bottom and begin to rub her back. What does one even do with a baby? 

Maybe sitting by the shore would be fine? She was just born so I don’t think she can swim. 

I didn’t have to go far to find just the right spot. Nice shade, decent space from the water, not too crowded. I sat down and carefully unwrapped the sling and placed her in my lap. She looked around while I sat there looking at her, but I soon felt a pair of eyes on me that weren’t hers. 

“ wow, so your a mother and mateless I’m not surprised.” I looked up being drawn out of my thoughts. It was that stank breath man who rudely bumped into me last month. “ what do you want fish breath?”  he scoffed and smirked his eyes trailed my body as if I were a piece of meat or something but then they landed on Neawut. He smirked 

“ nothing just surprised to see someone put one in you no  man would want someone who doesn’t know how to talk to people.” What is this dude’s deal like I don’t even know you and you’re out here spewing all these accusations. You’re a grown ass man acting like this? Who raised you?

“ listen I don’t know who you are but I’m only going to say this once leave me alone!” I hissed as I carefully lifted Neawut up, getting ready to leave. 

“ that little hiss doesn’t scare me..and where do you think you’re going?” I gasp feeling my kuru yanked on. “ I’m not done talking to you!” 

“YOU DO NOT TOUCH ME!”  I slapped his hand away and backed away.  

“ what’s going on here?” A deep familiar voice shouted I looked over to see Neteyam rushing out of the water, brows furrowed ready to pounce on the man. 

“ we were just having a friendly conversation no need-“  he stalked closer to the guy “ leave!” 

“You want me to leave?”  Neteyam clenched his jaw. “ can you not hear? I said LEAVE!” 

He scoffed and crossed his arms. “ oh I see what’s going on here..you get mr tough Guy to act as your mate because no one will fuck yo-“  

Neteyam swung and punched him in the face. The sound of the impact startled  Neawut causing her to cry.  I cursed under my breath as tried to soothe her I began walking away and rocking her “ I told you to leave and you didn’t listen… next time I see you near her don’t expect me to hold back.”  Neteyam looked back at me worried by the distant cries.

He hurriedly walked to me and placed his hand on my back. “ is she ok?” He asked eyes filled with nothing but worry.

“ yeah… I think she was just startled.” She wasn’t settling down. Maybe I should have just stayed inside with her then all of this could have been avo-  “ let me.” He said gesturing for me to hand her over. I raised a brow and carefully did.

He placed her carefully against his chest and began to hum. With seconds she calmed down. 

My mouth practically fell open!  what is he the baby whisperer? We found another spot nearby the center where the clan come together to eat. 

He sat down smoothly and propped his back up against the tree that provided us shade. He continued to hum while rubbing her back. 

She was so tiny balled up in his chest I smiled as she let out the cutest little yawn. “ you’re a pro at this!” I said quietly but loud enough for him to hear. I moved closer and light moved the thin hair from her face. 

“ I’m sure I would have lost my mind if I didn’t figure something out when I had to watch my siblings.”  He chuckled.

“ what were you humming to her?” He looked over to me and smiled.

“ it’s a song our clan sings to their babies…but my moms version is fool proof never fails to put a baby to sleep.”

I looked down to see if he was correct and he was she was knocked out, mouth wide open. 

“ your mate will be blessed.” He smirked. “ so you mean you will be?” 

I groaned making him chuckle. “ we do not know what the future holds .” He nodded his head while smiling nonchalantly.

“ that may be true but I have a feeling you’ll be in mine….along with our many children.” My eyes grew I swear if he wasn’t holding Neawut I would have slapped him. 

“ and who said I want to have your babies!” He snickered and playfully bumped my shoulder. “Plus you’ll be back in your old clan and I would be left to raise them. I don't want that.” 

“ mm neither do I wherever my mate is I will be”  what if his mate is back at the home he left  “ you don’t want to go back?”

“ maybe… it’s nice here.. I do miss home but wherever my mate is I will be. So if she is here which she is I will be here.” He looked back down to the baby sleeping on his chest cracking a smile as he gently rubbed her back. “ do you want kids?”  He looked up at me waiting for my answer. 

But truthfully I never thought of it especially with what happened all those years ago. “ maybe…up until a couple months ago I was sure I would be alone forever…” I looked up and gave him a warm smile. “ but if it is with you then I wouldn’t mind.” 

I watched as his eyes widened he was shocked to hear what I said but it was the truth “ you know when you say stuff like that you make it very hard for me to not kiss you.” I chuckled and rolled my eyes. I leaned over and grabbed his chin planting a light kiss on his lips. 

I pulled away smirking and carefully placed Neawut on my chest I’m sure Lìamu would be back by now. His eyes followed as I stood up. 

“Are we still on for tonight?” I asked before bringing Neawut back. He nodded and smirked.  He stood up alongside me and warped his arm around me “Of course I’ll come and get you.” I nodded my head and before leaving he placed a kiss on my forehead 

-

I probably shouldn’t be slipping away from my night task which was just finishing three baskets. But this was the only night he would be free before he joined the warriors. 

A month had passed by so fast since he officially asked to court me.  Day after day he kept his promise, showing that he would make a great mate, and the image of him looking down smiling at the Neawut as she slept kept playing in my head.

I fixed my hair for the last time settling with two simple braids to hold back the curls that would constantly fall in my face. 

“ look at my beautiful daughter.” I turned back while still messing with my hair. I couldn’t help but smile while seeing her clutch her  chest. “ here.” I raised a brow as she shoved something in my pouch that wrapped around my waist. 

I quickly looked into it and gasped. “SA’NOK! I-I can not believe you would give me such thing!” She chuckled and smirked at me. 

“ I was young once Luaewae just protect yourself”  

It was a condom I’m literally lost for words….it’s not like we haven’t had the talk before and we are both adults but gosh 

“ I- Neteyam isn’t like that.” 

“Good then I won’t have to have the talk with him.”she winked at me and gestured to look behind me. 

My cheeks instantly heated up seeing Neteyam standing there dressed in his old clans clothes. “ hello Sa’nok.”   My mother smiled and nodded her head while gently pushing me. 

“ why does it feel like you are trying to get rid of me!” She chuckled and stopped.  “ because I am now go! The night is young.” She patted both of shoulders causing Neteyam to grab my hand gently. 

We said quick goodbyes and parted ways. 

“ So what are we doing tonight?”  I asked while looking up at him.  He hummed as we continued to walk further away from the populated part of the island.

“ I’m going to take you for a ride as for the rest you’ll know when it happens.”  I groaned playfully making him laugh.

I gasped rather loudly as we took off. I wanted to scream like last time but I didn’t want to scare the clan. 

I grabbed the arm that was wrapped around my waist tightly for support. “ open your eyes pretty girl.” My eyes sprung open. 

The view was just as beautiful as the day everything was illuminated  the feeling of his soft lips on my cheek pulled me out of my thoughts  “Gosh.” It’s even more beautiful up here..  he let out a deep chuckle 

-

“What is that?” I watched as he fiddled with the human technology when he suddenly looked up at me.  “It's a speaker, it connects to this.” He held up a grey device and plugged it into the thing he called a speaker. 

“They used it back on earth but norm he can’t live without music so that’s what I know this thing to do the most.” 

Who’s norm was that a human friend from back home? “He's constantly getting the new music. He tried explaining it but it never made sense to me…..anyways I made sure to tell him to put the songs I liked on here and some that he recommended before I left.” 

I nodded. He clapped his hands hearing a sound come from the speaker. I guess he got it working. It was similar to the music we play during celebrations. I couldn’t understand the people singing but they sounded nice. He stood up and pulled me towards him gently as his feet started to move in a rhythmic motion. 

I wrapped my arms around his neck as my hips matched the pace of the song. His arm snaked around my waist pulling me closer meeting the roll of his hips.  

“ I don’t think I could do this again.” He said while being one hand up to caress my face. The worry started to slowly climb. Was he talking about courting with- 

“Get out of your head Ma Oare I meant being away from you this long.” I hissed causing him to chuckle. 

“You shouldn’t have jumped to conclusion.” I rolled my eyes, “you should have started with that you had me worried.” 

“ I would be a fool to let you go…. But I’m serious. I felt like I was going mad.” 

I raised a brow. “ mad? Do you need to see  Tsahìk?” I joked, making him smirk. I unlinked my arms and turned around, and let my back rest against his chest. I continued to sway my hips against him without missing a beat. 

It was almost as if the slowed sensual music took over his hands and slid down to my hips causing a shuddered breath to leave my mouth. “ We haven't been apart for long.” I finally managed to get out. 

“Yes, but we haven’t had our nights...” He dipped his face into the crevice of my neck letting his teeth graze my flesh. 

“Mmm, but your training is important.” I chuckled at the annoyed groan he let out.  “I can’t just give it all up and spend my days with you?” 

I scoffed. “So you want me to mate with another?” He hissed and abruptly turned me around gripping my chin. “You have jokes, huh?” I smirked. 

“Who else is supposed to entertain you?” He looked away shaking his head. I brought my hand up to his cheek causing him to look back with dangerous eyes, but not the ones you run from the ones that pull you in. 

“You make me crazy you know that.” He said lowering his head he rubbed his thumb against my cheek slowly. If he was thinking what I was then there’s no harm in saying it right?

“Do it.” I didn’t intend for it to come out that sultry but it did. He smirked, tilting his head slightly. “You don’t know what you’re asking for.”

But I do. I want him to devour me. He ran his thumb across my lips and before I could protest against his previous words. 

 feeling the satisfaction of his lips dancing with mine…. Slowly getting more aggressive as the seconds passed. 

He cupped my ass with both of his hands “Jump.” He muttered against my lips I pulled away linking my arms around his neck. He caught me without hesitation. I didn’t waste a second getting my lips back on his. 

I felt my back press against the wall in the cave. The cold temperature not even cooling down the heated embrace. 

But something was growing between us trying to pry us apart. I gasped feeling it press against my clothed clit. I dug my nails into his shoulder I needed him I couldn’t wait. 

He dipped his face into the crevice of my neck sucking on the flesh. I slid my fingers up the back of his head, biting my lip trying to hold back my moans. But that all went to shit once he nibbled on my ear. “ ‘teyam please,” I whined, making him let out a deep chuckle. 

He ground his hips against me making me let out an airy moan. “See what you do to me?” He growled against my ear.

“ I want it.” I tried reaching down to his bulge but he slammed his lips back into me. “ soon…it’s all yours once the ceremony is done.” He said in between kisses, “All mine?” 

How could a man make me lose control like this? I don’t even want to know what it would be like if he fucked me…who am I kidding? Fuck me till there are no more thoughts in my head. “All yours Ma Oare my pretty girl.” I bit my lip trying to hold back my pout. He slowly lowered me down. He caressed my face one last time before walking over to turn the music off. 

“Come, let's watch the movie I brought.” I groaned making him chuckle. 

“It's not like the last one you might like it now come.” I sighed and gave in to his words. I sat down on the blanket and tossed the other one around my body as I waited for him to put on the movie. 

Soon enough he joined me with his hand resting on my hip as I laid my head on his toned arm. 

But I couldn’t focus on the movie nor do I think could he. By the way, he was massaging circles into my hips and ever so often palming my ass, it was safe to say he was distracted. And so was I his large bulge in his loincloth pulled me away from the people on the screen.

I bit my lip getting a mischievous idea to help him. I slid my hand over his thigh making his breath hitch and eyes jolt down to me. I positioned myself on his lap looking straight into his lust-filled eyes, “ ‘teyam.” 

He placed his hands around my hips cupping my ass. “Let me help you.” I ground down on him slowly making curses leave his mouth. He squeezed my cheeks trying to hold me still while his hips bucked into “You don’t know when to stop do ya?” I smirked and slid my hand down to palm his hardened bulge. 

“ I see no harm in what I’m doing.” I chuckled and he shook his head in disbelief. “Keep teasing me and I’ll have you pinned to this floor faster than you can call your ilu.” He gripped the back of my neck forcing my head closer to him. 

I bit my lip at the right hold he had around me. I wonder how that big hand would feel around my neck as he pounded into me? “That doesn’t sound like a bad idea.” I palmed him harder as I looked him in the eyes. He let out a spew of curses. 

“It's a very bad idea. Eywa wouldn’t be too happy if I mated with you before the ceremony.” I groaned and rolled my hips down onto him which only resulted in a sharp slap to my rear. 

To any regular person, the impact would have made them stop but it only riled me up. He scoffed and furrowed his brows as I counted to seduce him. “You're not being very good tonight, pretty girl.” I bit my lip and tucked my face into the crevice of his neck. 

“ I want you…. I want you so bad ma’teyam.” I whined a sniffle escaped me causing him to gently lift my face up. His thumb gently wiped away the tears and only the looks of confusion and worry could be found on his face.

He placed his hand on my forehead and pulled back cursing. I pouted and stuck my face back into his neck. 

“ Luaewe I have to get you back-“ I bit down on his shoulder. Not hard enough to draw blood but enough to say I didn’t want to move.  “ bite me all you want pretty girl but I need to bring you home…..you're going into heat.” 

Heat? Is this why I was acting this way? 

“But I want to stay here with you,” I muttered against him I felt him kiss the side of my face and he let out a sigh. 

“ I’ll come back for this later.” He said as he stood up making sure to hold me. 

“ I wasn’t supposed to come for another week maybe it’s not-“ 

“It is your scent is getting stronger.” He cut me off with a tone I couldn’t decipher. “The last thing I want is to mate you while you are like this and when my ceremony has not happened, “I have a cond-“

He scoffed “You think that measly little thing will stop my cum from seeping into you or stop the urge to push my knot into you?” He said in a frustrated tone. “ I’m doing this because I care about you and don’t want you to regret anything...” He said while looking down at me as we sat on his ikran, “Now try and sleep... you’ll need all the energy you can get.” 

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[lovelyrocker]

Like Me Pt.5

Bones & All (AU)

Pairings: None

Characters: Lee, Liam (OMC)

Warnings: Talk of Murder, Angst, Sadness, Peeing Outdoors, Keeping Secrets

Word Count: 1,322

The sun was barely up over the lands when Lee was jolted awake by the sound of rustling and the cracking twigs. “Where do you think you’re going?” Lee sat up from his sleeping bag, looking at the toddler walking past his still sleeping mother.. 

“I need to potty.” Liam told him with urgency. “I don’t want to wet the bed!”

“Come on.” Lee pushes the bag off himself. “You shouldn’t go off on your own.”

“I’m almost 4!” Liam tells Lee with a matter-of-fact tone. As if one year will make such a difference when you aren’t even old enough for kindergarten yet.

“So!” Lee answers with the same playful tone as he walks the boy over to the tree line. “Pick a tree.” He taps him on the back of Liam’s head playfully as he goes to his own. 

After they mark their territory, Lee brings him to the creek where they wash their hands and Lee splashes cold water in his face to wake himself up a little. 

“Are we leaving today?” Liam asks as he sits next to Lee.

“Yup, gonna get some more miles in.”

“Where will we sleep tonight?” 

“I don’t know yet.” Lee sits on the patch of grass next to Liam. He can still feel the dampness of the morning on the grass. “Maybe another campsite or a motel. Where do you want to sleep?”

“I like camping.” Liam looks up to him, playing in the water with a stick.

“Think we can get your mom to sleep outside again?” Lee smiles at him.

“If we ask nicely.” Liam scrunches his nose. Lee gives a little chuckle. He turns back to the water and watches the fish jump in the stream. “Hey, Lee?” That little voice filled with questions speaks.

“Yeah?”

“Where do you live?” 

It was an innocent enough question. One Lee thinks about before speaking. “I used to live in Kentucky. Not far from where you and mommy lived. Before she moved to North Carolina. Now I moved around a lot.”

“How come?” He looks up at Lee, those green eyes sparkling in the morning sun. “Why don’t you stay somewhere?”

“People like me don’t do well with a home.” Lee tells him, tossing a rock in the creek. 

“Don’t you want a home again?”

“I do.” Lee confesses. “But-”

“Why don’t you stay with me and mommy.” Liam says before he could finish his statement.

“I don’t think mommy would want me to stay.” Lee tells him with a tight lipped smile.

“But I do.”

“You do what?”

“Want you to stay with us.”

“Oh yeah?” Lee chuckles.

“I like you.” He walks to Lee and wraps his little arms around his shoulders.

Lee’s face goes soft and he stills for a moment. Liam lays his head on Lee’s shoulder and Lee hesitantly and gently wraps his arms around the child. It hit him suddenly. This is his first time hugging his son. Holding him. He fights back tears, feeling his son in his arms. His chest has a feeling he can’t identify and for a brief moment. The thought of sticking around doesn’t sound so bad. 

He wraps his arms tighter around the boy and buries his face into his hair, inhaling. It took so much in him not to sob at the feeling in his stomach and chest.

Liam makes himself comfortable on Lee’s lap. They spend the early morning with Lee showing him how to skip rocks. Or, well, try to skip rocks. Liam doesn’t exactly have the best aim, which makes Lee laugh. 

“Lee?” Liam looks up at him and Lee gives his attention. “Are you mad at mommy?”

“No, buddy.” Lee rubs his back, surprised at the sudden question. “Why would you think that?”

Liam shrugs. “You don’t talk to her much.”

Lee sighs. “I’m- I’m not mad at mommy.” He adjusts the boy on his lap. “Mommy just,” He considers his words carefully. “Mommy doesn’t like some of the things I’ve done.” He watches the boy’s face drop as he looks away. “What is it, little dude?”

“Mommy will be mad at me, too.”

“Why do you think that?” The little boy sighs and Lee can see his lip quiver. “You can tell me. We’re buddies, aren’t we?” He urges.

“I did something bad.”

“Like what.”

Liam looks up at Lee. “Have you ever hurt someone?” He drops his head lower. “Because I did.”

“Are you talking about Sarah?” He rubs Liam’s back and Liam nods his head as a tear falls onto his little hands. Lee was thrown off at his urge to comfort the child and ease him. “Hey,” Lee turns Liam to face him. “Look at me.” He dips his head for Liam to be able to see him. “I know about what happened.” Liam still kept his eyes down. 

“No you don’t.” Liam pouts.

“Did you get really hungry?” The boy looked up at Lee in wonder at how he knew that. “Regular food didn’t help?” Liam nodded. “It made your tummy?”

“Then I did something really bad.”

“After the bad thing, did you feel better?”

“I was full.” Liam told him. “My tummy didn’t hurt anymore.”

“I didn’t mean to hurt her. I liked Sarah.”

“I know you did. But it wasn’t your fault.” The boy said nothing and Lee continued. “You couldn’t control it and it kind of just happened.” The boy concentrated on Lee’s face. “Can you keep a secret?” 

“Like a best friend secret?” Liam looks up to him.

“Exactly. Like a best friend secret.” Lee smiled at the sudden excitement. “You can’t tell anyone, okay? Except mommy. Mommy already knows.”

“I promise.”

“Pinky swear?” Lee holds out a finger.

“Pinky swear!” Liam loops his little finger with Lee’s.

“I get hungry like that, too.”

“You do?!” Liam’s eyes grow wide. 

“I do. And I know it's scary.” 

“What if mommy gets mad at me, too?” His pout breaks Lee’s heart. 

“No, buddy.” He pulls the little boy into his chest. “Mommy loves you. She understands.”

“But- but she’s mad at you for it.” He stutters. 

“No.” He runs his fingers through his curls. “She is mad at me for something else.” With a finger beneath the boy's chin he lifts his face to look at him. “Mommy will love you no matter what. You know how I know that?”

“H-how?” He wipes at his round cheeks, tears beginning to fall. 

“Because when she found out about me getting hungry like that, she still loved me.”

“She did?”

“Of course she did. Mommy’s have love deep down that goes past anything!”

He looks up to Lee. “Does your mommy still love you?”

“Well,” Lee’s smile fades. He takes a breath. “My mommy doesn’t know the secret. So I left to keep that secret.”

“But my mommy knows the secret.”

“Well, not all mommy’s can know the secret. Your mommy is special.”

“She is?”

“Oh yeah! Your mommy is special enough that she knows the secret and loves us anyway.” 

Liam takes a deep breath, his tears drying a little. “Now that mommy knows I’m like you, can you stay?”

“You really want me to stay?”

“Well, I don’t have a daddy. We can pretend you’re my daddy. For a while anyways.”

Those words do something to Lee. He feels scared to death and proud at the same time. He doesn’t want to make things harder for Liam and Y/N but at the same time can’t imagine not being there now. Lee just holds Liam close. He doesn’t say anything as he fights back the tears. Liam twirls his little fingers in the bottom of Lee’s shirt as they sit next to the creek. 

The sun has almost fully risen over the trees when he hears the soft voice from next to him. 

“Lee?” Liam looks up at the man.

“Yeah, buddy?”

“I’m hungry.”

[death-and-other-myths]

Blue Lily, Lily Blue Deadass Book Review

By Maggie Stievfater

This is an unhinged book review/recap of Blue Lily, Lily Blue and shits about to get WIERD AS HELL for Blue and her 4 private school dude friends. AUGH!!

*SPOILERS AHEAD*

This book opens with Adam and Persephone standing on a mountain in the billowing wind doing cool psychic shit, like being able to turn and stand on the leyline and know exactly where it is. She asks Adam what he sees, he closes his eyes. She has to keep reminding him to look outside, not inside. Inside are painful memories and present anxieties. He thinks of the shattered glass things on Gansey’s mansion floor. But when he focuses, he sees 3 sleeping things that need to be woken up. Persephone sees them too, but says no.. it’s 2. One of them shouldn’t be woken up. 

So it’s been a month since Maura disappeared, leaving only a cryptic note. “Glendower is underground and so am I.” — Blue is being strong, but she can’t help but feel a little abandoned. Like we all know Maura went down there looking for Artemis. 

Luckily, we check in on Maura and she’s fine. Time doesn’t exist in the cave. So to her it feels like it’s been a few minutes but it’s really been a month. 

In the meantime, Blue and the boys have been going to hang out at Cabeswater every day. It’s fall, but when they’re there, they wish for it to be summer, so the forest makes it summer. YOU HAVE TO BE SO CAREFUL what you think in this stupid forest. It does nice things like makes the fish change colors, but if you think something like “I could just crawl out of my skin” you will literally be skinned lol. Literal-ass forest. 

There is this really beautiful part where Blue tests out the magic. She thinks of blue lilies and it starts raining blue petals. A petal lands on Gansey’s lips. He sits up and is like “Okay. It’s time.” 

Oh, Noah is there by the way. Hanging out with Matthew who is there visiting Aurora Lynch, who lives in the forest. She’s sweet beyond words. Literally a dream girl. If she leaves Cabeswater, she’ll fall back into a coma. Anyway, Noah and Matthew sit in the car to keep time. Because time moves strangely in Cabeswater.

They enter the cave and tie themselves together on a safety line. Ronan in the back, then Blue, then Adam, all led by our fearless leader, Gansey. Gansey orders Ronan to sing a song, so they can mark time (all of their watches have stopped) — He whistles Irish tunes as they walk. He starts by singing the Murder Squash song, which everyone yells at him about.

Things are going great until Gansey vanishes. Adam is yanked to the ground and manages to hold himself. Ronan grabs Blue tightly. Gansey fell down a FUCKING cave hole and for several terrifying moments, he’s not replying to them. With Adam as a counterweight (poor baby laying on the ground lol) Blue is able to peek over the hole and talk to Gansey — who is… UNDERSTANDABLY having a panic attack as he is free hanging over darkness. 

Again. We’re so used to confident, fearless-leader Gansey, it is fascinating to see him terrified. And this scene is terrifying. 

“There is something on my skin and it is reminding me of …” He trailed off. 

“Water,” Blue suggested. “Or mud. It’s everywhere.”

There was nothing but the sound of his breathing, jagged and afraid. 

Everybody realizes all at once that if they think of hornets, the magic is going to manifest as hornets. Don’t do it. Don’t do it. Then they hear the sound of wings. And thousands of moving things. Turns out it’s hundreds of RAVENS that swarm out of the cave to more ghostly chanting “Make way for the Raven King”. Gansey’s like… okay I’m done being in the pit. I’m coming up now. 

The next day, Adam tries to drive into a national forest to do Cabeswater business. It sends him visions and it’s up to him to figure out what they mean. Tarot cards help. He even lined his sink with tin foil and scryed about it! I love the thought of Adam doing psychic shit. Poor baby though… he’s kind of feeling lonely. He sorted out his anger and that’s doing much better. He even thinks of how scared Gansey sounded in the pit. Like too scared to even pull himself up at first. It reminds him of how he stayed with his abusive father. Fear does strange things to us.

Later, the gang (sans Noah) is crammed in the Camaro on their way to pick up Gansey’s British friend Mallory. They’re speculating as to how to explore that pit some more. Adam is passed out against the window from being magical and doing his 3 jobs probably. Ronan is looking out the window. So we get this ADORABLE SCENE FROM GANSEY AND BLUE.

In the rearview mirror, he caught Blue’s eyes by accident. Strangely enough, he saw his own thoughts reflected in her face: excitement and consternation. Casually, out of view of Ronan, making sure Adam was still sleeping, Gansey dangled his hand between the driver’s seat and the door. Palm up, fingers stretched back to Blue. This was not allowed. He knew it was not allowed, by rules he himself had set. He would not permit himself to play favorites between Adam and Ronan; he and Blue couldn’t play favorites in this way, either. She would not see the gesture, anyway. She would ignore it if she did. His heart hummed. Blue touched his fingertips. Just this — He pinched her fingers lightly, just for a moment, and then he withdrew his hand and put it back on the wheel. His chest felt warm. This was not allowed.

Oh god oh god they like each other so much. He’s supposed to die. She can’t kiss him. Oh god.

They pick up Malory and his 30 suitcases and his dog that has anxiety and cram back in the car. Malory talks about this ancient Glendower tapestry he found under his BARN on a leyline in the UK. And he shows them a photo of it. It has 3 women with red hands on it, and they all have Blue’s face. The camera gets passed around the car and everyone agrees, that’s Blue.

Later that night Blue is ambling about the house. She talks to Persephone about how much she misses her Mom and the consensus is “Maura knows what she’s doing. If she wanted help, she’d ask for it.” — In a funk, Blue calls Gansey. Just to hear his voice. They do that a lot. They have a super brief exchange, a little joke, where she says she dialed the wrong number. And she says she might do it again. He says she shouldn’t, but he hopes she does. 

Adam and Gansey take Malory out to see the leyline. Not Cabeswater, but around the mountains of Virginia trying to find another way into that cave. Adam and Gansey have a sweet moment were Adam tells him “I’m glad we’re not fighting any more.” And Gansey tries not to overdo it with how relieved and happy he is. Then Adam goes on to say “Also, sorry about the whole Blue thing. I realize now how crazy I was to try to date her now that she’s one of us. I mean that would be weird right? Like what was I thinking?” And Gansey’s like “HAHA YEAH HAH WEIRD YEP.”

Blue is in school getting ready to talk to the guidance counselor when Noah shows up! I love this line. He’s so cute.

“I think I miss this part,” he said. “The beginning. This is the beginning, right?” 

“First day,” Blue replied. 

“Oh, yeah.” Noah leaned back and inhaled. “Oh, wait, no, it’s the other one. I forgot. I actually hate this part.”

Well the meeting goes poorly and not just because the guidance counselor is a condescending bitch who basically tells Blue she’s not going to be able to afford getting into any good schools. Things go south when Noah becomes a ghost tornado, throws paper everywhere, then dissapears. 

Blue immediately goes to the factory to look for him, but he’s not there. She peeks in Ronan’s room and sees that freaky mask from the last book. The one Calla said to destroy. It has tire tracks on it. That’s when Gansey and Malory get home. Gansey is so happy to see her there, it’s silly. She accompanies him into the kitchen slash bathroom slash laundry room and they have a sweet moment where she’s trying to act okay when she’s not, and Gansey says “We’ll find her.” And they stand really, heartbreakingly close to one another. 

When they come back into the main room, Malory is like “One of your friends is hiding under the pool table.” (Cool that he can see Noah!) and Blue and Gansey try to talk him into coming out. But he’s crying and REALLY upset. Says he’s just tired of decaying and insists they have no idea how this feels. He starts up another ghost tornado, pulling so much energy off Blue she’s feeling lightheaded. But her mom trained her for moments like this. She knows how to visualize her energy and cut it off. So she pulls the plug on Noah’s energy source before he can hurt her or destroy more things. He’s super sad poor baby and just fades away after that. And Blue feels a little fuzzy when Gansey tells her that was impressive.

That night, a well-dressed douchebag comes to the psychic house. Things are going normally until he shuffles the cards, and pulls a three of swords out of it (the heartbreak card) and is like “So ladies, how do I make this happen?” And you don’t fuck with the cards, so there’s instantly something threatening about him. He asks where the third lady is. The one that looks like Blue. And they’re just like GET OUT. So he STEALS Calla’s three of swords card and leaves. DUDE.

Oh god oh god oh god it’s the first day of school at Aglionby, and despite some truly adorable bits with the 3 boys getting along and Adam thanking his lucky stars that everything is okay between himself and his friends… Maggie drops this bomb on us. Their new Latin teacher is fucking Colin Greenmantle… Mr. Gray’s boss from the last book! AHHHHH!! Nooooo!!! Why are all the Latin teachers evil?? This is like the Defense Against the Dark Arts teaching position in Harry Potter nooooo!!

In the next chapter, we get to know Colin Greenmantle and he’s pretty much awful. So is his wife. They’re renting a farmhouse and while they’re definitely funny and entertaining, they just objectively seem like AWFUL PEOPLE. They’re magical artifact dealers. And have a personal vendetta against Nial Lynch and Colin says he can’t wait to fail Ronan in his class. He kind of reminds me of a man child.

Gansey and Ronan go over to Blue’s house and find the Gray Man play fighting with Calla, or teaching her how to break someone’s wrist. They tell him that their Latin teacher is Greenmantle, and Gray is like… well shit. Okay you kids don’t do anything, I’ll handle it. He tries to warn Ronan that if he does anything stupid, Greenmantle will do something horrific like take one of his brothers’ arms or something. Ronan just storms out. Gansey is sad because his friend is sad, so Blue gives him the fruit at the bottom of her yogurt. That helps a little. 

When Adam gets home from work late, Gansey shows up in his pajamas and an overcoat. He’s there with some kind of excuse about homework, but really he just wanted to chat. Adam realizes something about Gansey is off. He hasn’t really been the same since that moment in the pit. His confidence has faltered. Adam always thought he wanted Gansey to “get a taste of the real world” and experience how scary and unfair it is, but now he’s not so sure. He likes him the way he is. And does what he can to cheer him up in his Adam way. I love this line:

Adam couldn’t remember how they had managed to fight so continuously over the summer. Gansey, his best friend, his stupid and kind and marvelous best friend.

Gansey mentions that when they find Glendower, he wants to wish to bring Noah back to life. Then he heads out. We learn that Adam is hiding a letter with a court date for his father on the shelf. He doesn’t want to tell anyone about it. OH BABYYY!!

Blue gets into a fight with Orla when her cousin basically says “You need to make some actual friends at your actual school and quit hanging out with these rich idiots who are just going to leave you for the Ivy Leagues in a year. Also it’s weird how much you all love each other.” And Blue says “Fuck you fuck you fuck you fuck you Hey Gansey.” And they drive off together with Malory and his dog. They knock on the doors of local hillbillies, one of whom, Jesse Dittley, shows them the cave in his back yard that might be connected to the Cabeswater cave. Only he says it’s cursed, so they can never ever explore it. Now they have to decide if they’re going to persuade Jesse or trespass. 

The Gray Man shows up to Greenmantle’s farm house and points a gun at his wife’s head and the guy doesn’t even give a shit. He just eats cheese crackers while he threatens him. Piper (his wife) doesn’t care either. Greenmantle says he’s going to ruin Gray’s life if he doesn’t turn over the Greywaren in 9 days, and Gray said he’ll consider this and just leaves. I’m like COME ON GRAY. Just SHOOT THESE PRICKS like you SHOT YOUR BROTHER. But then we wouldn’t have a book and I do suppose I want to see what random way this book’s villain ends up dying in the end lol.

Adam is working alone at the mechanic shop at night during a thunderstorm when spooky stuff starts happening. At first he thinks it’s Noah, but he figures out pretty quickly that it’s Cabeswater trying to communicate. It doesn’t really know how else to communicate other then fucking scaring the DAYLIGHTS out of him and warping the scenery and showing him dead people. He scrambles to the tarot cards, flips 3 over, and focuses until he figures out what Cabeswater wants. It’s just a crack that needs to be repaired in the leyline. He’s just gotta move some rocks around somewhere. He says cool, I’ll take care of it this week and the room stops warping into nightmare world. Adam is relieved, but jittery, and it certainly doesn’t help when the fucking albino night horror monster shows up, next. 

Adam is crumpled on the ground when Ronan steps in like “Shoo. Go on, get.” — They exchange some sassy words. Ronan thinks school is lame and Adam tells him to go do his homework. Adam is making very conscious efforts not to fight with Gansey or Blue ever again, but he has a comfortable enough relationship with Ronan to know they will still have many fights. Ronan leaves in a huff. But when Adam gets in his car after work, there’s a jar of DREAM LOTION for his chapped hands that have been driving him crazy in his car. “Manibus” it says (Latin?) “For your hands”

AWWWWWWW YOU GUUYYYSSS!!! I think Ronan has a huge crush on Adam’s hands.

Gansey and Malory have a discussion about Glendower and the 3 people sleeping underground and blah blah blah. Okay then Noah shows up hahaha. They have a super cute exchange over this little metallic snowman Noah found in Ronan’s room. And then Gansey tells Noah he’d like to ask Glendower to give him life. Noah is touched by this, but doesn’t seem to believe it’s possible. The whole time they’re talking, Gansey is touching his ear because he thinks he feels hornets there. Noah stops him and blows cold air on his ears, saying “It’s okay. You’re safe. There’s nothing there.”

Because it was Noah and no one else, Gansey could admit, “I don’t know what I’ll do if I find him, Noah. I don’t know what I’ll be if I’m not looking for him. I don’t know the first thing about how to be that person again.” Noah put the clay in Gansey’s hands. 

“That’s exactly how I feel about the idea of being alive again.”

That’s the end of the chapter. AUGH I love these KIDS!! I love how much they love each other! They don’t behave like realistic teenagers AT ALL. They’re too emotionally mature and kind and intelligent hahaha But I love it all the same!!!

Also? I can’t reiterate enough how obvious it is that Gansey’s near-death experience obviously shook him. He’s been obsessed with Glendower ever since then, puzzled by the nagging feeling of “why me? Why was I saved?” — and he literally doesn’t remember who he was before this obsession. Beautiful character building.

Blue gets into a fight with Calla because she’s in an awful mood and misses her Mom so much it’s driving her nuts. Calla reveals that she misses Maura too, but their powers don’t work where Cabeswater is concerned. They can’t see events happening in it for some reason. Blue finds the list of names she made on St. Mark’s Day and takes it outside. She thought that hillbilly sounded familiar. And sure enough, his name is on the list. The Gray man is out there having a beer and I love that he’s like…part of the family now. They have the sweetest conversation and he sees Gansey’s name on the list. He tells her fate could change. Fate is a promise and promises can be broken. And he has a decision to make before Sunday. 

Gansey is laying in bed at night with his phone on his chest, waiting for Blue to call. Hoping she’ll call. (She doesn’t have a cell so he has to hope she’ll creep down to the reading room and also have insomnia like he does). Just as he’s chastising himself for wanting her to call him, she DOES. And they have a severely stupid conversation about ducks lol. But hearing her voice puts him in such a good mood. They hang up and then Ronan bursts in on him in the kitchen/bathroom/laundry room. There’s a cute moment where he tricks Gansey into listening to the murder squash song on his headphones, and after they laugh about that, he’s finally able to feel happy and go to sleep.

The next day at school, a classmate named Henry Cheng asks Gansey to sign his petition to hold an election for student council. Henry seems really sweet and like a good guy. So it sucks that Ronan is mean to him! Bad Ronan! He’s just crazy jealous. Like Orla said, it’s weird how much these kids platonically love each other.

Alright so Gansey is speaking with the principal about something we don’t know yet… so Ronan takes Adam out to the Barns. He shows him what he’s been working on… Which is trying to dream up an object that wakes up the comatose things his father dreamed. He shows Adam his “workshop”, which used to be Nial’s “workshop”, which is really just a dusty tack room with a chair and a blanket in it. Ronan shows Adam a few objects he’s made. One is this weird mirror, shifty, strange thing that Adam can’t look at for more than a second. When he holds it up to a cow, it’s ears twitch but it doesn’t wake up. 

Ronan reveals that the reason he’s so desperate to make an object like this… is because he realized that HE DREAMED MATTHEW. ON ACCIDENT. When he was a child. Declan told him. So he’s terrified that if/when he dies, Matthew will be comatose, and he doesn’t want that. 

This chapter is also RIFE with Ronan/Adam flirting!

As they moved through the old barn, Adam felt Ronan’s eyes glance off him and away, his disinterest practiced but incomplete. Adam wondered if anyone else noticed. Part of him wished they did and immediately felt bad, because it was vanity, really: See, Adam Parrish is wantable, worthy of a crush, not just by anyone, someone like Ronan, who could want Gansey or anyone else and chose Adam for his hungry eyes.

And when looking at the beautiful pictures in the tack room (contrasting Adam’s father’s office, which was all trucks and pin-up girls):

It was so different from what Adam’s father had pinned to his workspace walls that again Adam considered Ronan’s admiration of him. Someone like him treating someone like Adam as someone worthy —

When Adam asks why he keeps driving all the way out here to dream, Ronan answers that sometimes he dreams of wasps. So he can’t try this at Monmouth. Also, he says, he’s dreamt a punch of epipens and hidden them all over the factory and school. WHICH I TOTALLY CAUGHT. There was a line in the previous book when those thugs are going through the drawers, and an epipen spills out. But I’m pretty sure when we first meet Gansey in book 1, it says that his one and only epipen is in the glove box of the Pig. Anyway, I think it’s sweet that Ronan is scattering them all over the place. Gansey’s allergy is so bad, epipens might not even help, but it’s sweet that he wants to try.

Adam asks why he showed him all this. Ronan replies: “I hear if you want magic done, you ask a magician.”

That night, Blue calls and asks Gansey to tell her a story about the leyline. He does. Then afterwards, he feels all floaty again after getting to hear her voice before bed. 

There was nothing inherently guilty about the moment except that Gansey burned with guilt and thrill and desire and the nebulous feeling of being truly known. It was on the inside of him, and the inside was all Noah ever really paid attention to. The other boy wore a knowing expression. 

“Don’t tell the others,” Gansey said. 

“I’m dead,” Noah replied. “Not stupid.”

Meanwhile, Colin and Piper are like… the dumbest villains ever lol. And I don’t mean conceptually, I mean intellectually. Wow I hate these guys!! Good job Maggie! They’re just so shallow and callous with people’s lives and hurtful and SHALLOW. Piper has a little rat dog now. She reveals to Colin that she bought spelunking equipment because she thinks “Gray’s psychic bimbo” is down in the underground leyline caves. Thank goodness they don’t know where those caves are, right??? EEEHHHH NERVOUS.

Blue takes the car back out to Jesse Dittley’s house and Noah tags along. She strikes a deal with this hillbilly giant that if she cleans up his yard, he lets them explore his haunted cave. There’s a cute little montage of Blue (tiny but strong) getting the job done. Jesse says “Good ant” because she reminds him of an ant lol. 

 When her and Noah are planting the flowers, he starts acting weird. He starts chanting “Blue Lily, Lily Blue” and his eyes turn into black sunken craters and he’s being CREEPY AS FUCK and getting up right in her face. Jesse sees what’s happening and shoves a mirror in between them, which makes Noah shrink away and scream and then dissapear. Jesse makes her spaghettios and they talk about the nature of the haunted cave and how his family has almost been making like… sacrifices for generations? Like he knows one day he’ll go into that cave, and be killed by whatever is in there, then his son will have to come collect the bones. Like he did for his father. (UGH right??)

Well then Calla and Gansey burst into the house PISSED OFF because it’s been 6 hours since she took the car, she only has a learner’s permit, and she has no cell phone so no one knew where she was. When they get back to 300 Fox Way, EVERYONE is there (except Noah obvs). Ronan. Adam. The whole gangs there because they were out looking for Blue. Blue explains how she knows Jesse Dittley is going to die (tells them about the corpse road) and ADAM — our sweet, intuitive, intelligent, beautiful boy — catches on fucking immediately that one of their names is on that list. He knows she’s lying. ADAM IS SO FUCKING SMART. So he finds an excuse to pull her aside and is like “Which one of us is it?” And she is quiet at first, but eventually tells him, Gansey. And Adam is crushed. Then he’s like… well I fucking know what favor we’re asking Glendower for, then. 

Alright, Chapter 26 is a DOOZY.

Blue wakes up pissed off. Just pissed at how unfair and difficult everything is. So she calls Gansey and asks her to come get her. He seems kind of in a mood too. Not a bad one, just a real genuine… no more pithy little dialogue. Just raw and…REAL!

This wasn’t the Gansey she’d seen in the kitchen earlier; this was the Gansey she secretly called at night.

They drive around. Hands holding over the clutch. He teaches her how to drive the Camaro haha. THEN THIS HAPPENS:

She pulled over. She had thought it was such a simple thing to avoid kissing someone when she’d been with Adam. Her body had never known what to do. Now it knew. Her mouth didn’t care that it was cursed. She turned to Gansey. 

“Blue,” he warned, but his voice was chaotic. This close, his throat was scented with mint and wool sweater and vinyl car seat, and Gansey, just Gansey. 

She said, “I just want to pretend. I want to pretend that I could.” 

He breathed out. 

What was a kiss without a kiss? It was a tablecloth tugged from beneath a party service. Everything jumbled against everything else in just a few chaotic moments. Fingers in hair, hands cupping necks, mouths dragged on cheeks and chins in dangerous proximity. They stopped, noses mashed against each other in the strange way that closeness required. She could feel his breath in her mouth. 

“Maybe it wouldn’t hurt if I kiss you,” he whispered. “Maybe it’s only if you kiss me.” They both swallowed at the same time, and the spell was broken. 

They both laughed, again at the same time, shakily. “And then we never speak of it again,” Gansey said, mocking himself softly, and Blue was so glad of it, because she had played the words from that night over and over in her mind and wanted to know he had, too. Gently he tucked her hair behind her ears — this was a fool’s errand, because it had never been behind her ears to begin with and wouldn’t stay. But he did it again and again, and then he took out two mint leaves and put one in his mouth and one in hers.

WHEW!!! Fuckiiiin loved that. Well fuck it’s kind of short lived though. On their way home, they come across Henry Cheng whose car is broken down (at like 3am?? Dude.) so he asks to use Gansey’s phone. And his presence kind of breaks the spell of the night. Blue hates how Gansey’s voice changes when he talks to his Aglionby friends. She tells him this. I think she’s so wound up and hurt from wanting and not being able to have… and probably some dumb part of her 17 year old brain wants to spoil it for reasons other than the curse. 

Because she says some hurtful shit. Like “What was I thinking? You and I would never work. We’re from two different worlds.” Gansey is pretty wise though. He can tell there’s another component than this other than her dislike of how his voice changes when he talks to Henry.

“When are you going to tell me what this is really about?” This made her heave a great shuddered breath that was close to tears. “Never.”

AW BABIES!!

Okay so, I read the next chapter last night? And literally had to put the book down. I was like NOPE! TOO SPOOKY! Too late. Too dark. Too scared. This is what happens:

It’s the day the gang goes to explore Dittley’s cursed cave. It’s raining. Gansey feels off. Just like one of those days where nothing goes right. The mood is sour. His favorite sweater is dirty, so he has to wear one he doesn’t like. YOU KNOW. He’s also like… not ready to find Glendower. He’s like the dog that chases the car and doesn’t know what to do once he’s caught it.

But weird shit starts happening as soon as they enter the cave. Adam is like “shut up Ronan, cut it out. Quit singing.” And everyone says “Ummm Adam? No one is singing.” Then CHAINSAW THE BIRD opens her little beak like a record payer and stars “singing” haunting music about “all hail the Raven king. Here he comes lalalala” and then she flies off into the cave. Ronan is like…. “NO MY BABY!” And wants to go chase after her solo but everyone is like hell to the no, Rone this cave is fucking with us. Gansey asks Adam what he thinks, and when Adam touches the cave wall, his EYES TURN BLACK. I think this is something that’s been happening for a while when he does psychic stuff. He thinks they should keep going and the cave is just trying to scare them as a defense mechanism. 

So they keep going until they find like… basically a tomb. Decorated with statues and carvings and raven stuff and it’s like… this is it. This is the tomb of Glendower. They found it and it was THAT EASY — which just totally unsettles Gansey. The whole time he’s thinking… this is nothing like the vision I had in the spirit tree (because he literally saw that moment and this space looks different. The energy is off). They find a tomb with a big heavy lid/statue on it….

They found Chainsaw by the way and she’s fine lol

And here’s where I was like…nope. Too scary. They open the tomb, and it’s not Glendower. It’s a woman with her wrists and ankles bound, laying FACE DOWN, and when they open the impossibly heavy lid, and it falls loudly, HER HEAD SNAPS ALL THE WAY AROUND TO FACE THEM and she crawls out of the box. The way she’s described, she sounds like “The Ring” girl lol all long black stringy hair. And she’s singing the weird Blue Lily, Lily Blue song and laughing. Gansey flips from nervous and uncertain to calm, collected badass in a second. This lady is in her 20’s and is coo coo bananas. Keeps flirting with all the boys. Singing nonsense. They decide they can’t just leave her in the cave, so they take her out OH FUCK GUYS! REALLY???

I have such a bad feeling about this. The psychics said there were 3 sleepers and only 2 should be woken up. The other one they said ABSOLUTELY NOT TO WAKE.

Well they get outside and it’s raining blood and windy, and the sun is out, and there’s a, um… COMET IN THE SKY?? Gansey says that in the texts, there’s mention of a comet on the day Glendower was buried. The lady says she doesn’t like Adam. She calls him a mongrel (which actually really hurts his feelings). And Gansey sets her straight like “Hey we’ve been nothing but nice to you. His name is Adam Parrish and you will address him as such” and she’s like “YES MY LORD”. Turns out she wasn’t even asleep. This witch was buried and has been lying face down for hundreds of years. They take her to Jesse and she admits to haunting his family and killing his ancestors and is like “SORRYYYYY” and then they stuff her in the suburban. Blue has a cute moment with Jesse and says “We broke the curse, so now you can live happily with you family. Please don’t die” and he’s like “GOOD ANT.”

They take her to 300 Fox Way. 

Calla: “Do you remember how I said that there were three sleepers, and Maura’s job was to not wake one of them, and your job was to wake one of the others? Remember how I didn’t say anything about the other one? I did not mean bring her to my kitchen.”

Okay well at least she’s not the BAD sleeper. I was so afraid of this witch lady at first and now I’m calming down. She’s kind of more silly than anything. She says her name is Sorrow but she speaks in poems so I don’t know how true that is. Calla tells Adam and Ronan to go get supplies for her.

Adam and Ronan exchanged a wide-eyed look. Adam’s look said, What does that mean? and Ronan’s said, I don’t care; let’s get out of here before she changes her mind. Gansey frowned after them as they scrambled to the front door.

Fucking love them. Lol I love the imagery of these two SCRAMBLING for the door. I’d be like yeah let’s get away from the lady that can possess ghosts and birds please. Alright so crazy lady says that Artemis is the one who tied her up!! As punishment? When they untie her hands, she spins around and tells Gansey her name is actually Gwenllian. And he’s stunned, because that’s the name of Glendower’s daughter.

Chapter 29 is Adam and Ronan shopping for Gwenllian (wow that’s a pretty name) and I am here for it. “I don’t even know what to get, a kennel?” — Ronan. This whole scene is really adorable. Watching them throw toothbrushes and shampoo and shit in the cart. Like we all know the guys are friends. But I don’t think we’ve seen so many scenes with Ronan and Adam casually hanging out up until now. They see Colin Greenmantle’s wife with a shopping cart full of gardening stuff that looks dangerous. But they decide to drop it and leave the store.

There’s a random scene in the parking lot where Ronan is like GET IN THE CART PARRISH. And they behave like teenaged boys for a minute and ride/slam the cart Jackass style into Ronan’s BMW. This is so cute and spontaneous, I can understand why I’ve seen so much fan art of it lol. Ronan asks Adam to tell him what he’s researched about Greenmantle so he can get to dreaming about it.

Blue has a sweet conversation with Malory where he reveals his therapy Dog is for anxiety. But he doesn’t really have anxiety. He can sense auras. And when he’s around big crowds, it gets overwhelming. He says that Blue has a BLUE aura… the color of psychics. He also tells her about when he first met Gansey, this young squirrelly teenager who blew in one day then left the next without explanation. He tells her about how he kind of still had some PTSD back then… he’d collapse and claw at his face like hornets were there. I mean poor baby had this wild experience of DYING horrifically, then having a ghost…voice…revive him and tell him about Glendower. Or was it Glendower’s voice?? It’s not specified. They talk about Gwenllian being an illegitimate child of Glendower’s and how she might have been buried in a “shill” grave. Like a fake one to throw off grave robbers.

Okay so um, this next chapter. Fuck. Ronan and Adam are hanging out in the St. Agnes church. It’s night time. No one is there. Ronan takes Adam up to the choir pews where the organ is and a statue of Mary with little candles all around her. It’s very romantic, and they behave accordingly, sneaking glances at each other. Catching each other staring. It’s all very sweet. 

So they get to talking about what to do about Greenmantle. And Adam has this plan…. But it’s a nasty plan. The problem is they need to frame this guy for a murder he actually did commit (hiring a hit man to kill Nial Lynch), but doing that is going to be really hard. So Adam has an idea to frame him for a different type of crime. One that is taken VERY SERIOUSLY and is easier to put people away for. Maggie doesn’t go into details here, but I think it has something to do with…. Illegal… children stuff….. Ronan is VERY NOT OKAY WITH THIS. Because he’s the one that has to dream up the “evidence” to plant on this guy. But he understands why it needs to be done. 

He tells Adam “fuck it. I’ll do it now. Leave and I’ll make your stuff.” And Adam is like “I don’t wanna leave. Also brb I gotta go scry/separate my soul from my body for second to talk to my forest and ask Cabeswater to show you what kind of phone Greenmantle has, so you can dream up a copy.” - the fact that Adam can do this, that he knows how to ASTRAL PROJECT by staring at a flickering candle flame, is so cool. I love that he’s magic now. 

Well when Adam comes back from his conversation with the forest, he finds himself staring at a badly beaten, carved up, dying in pain…Ronan. AUGH the description of it is so gruesome. Adam is horrified, and moves to help, but is interrupted by the REAL Ronan perched up on the pew. He explains that he tried to warn Adam. Sometimes his bad dreams come back with him. He didn’t want him to see stuff like this. (I think Adam is white as a ghost at this point) — Like, HOW MANY TIMES HAS RONAN BURIED HIMSELF? How many times has this HAPPENED? He had to dream a double of himself for the monsters to kill, otherwise he would have brought them out with him in the real world. Ronan is pissed at Adam for making him dream this depraved shit… and seeing what I’m sure is something really private (his dream…deaths..) and they say nasty words after Ronan demands Adam leave.

Back in his apartment, Adam takes a long shower. He’s going through a lot… So it doesn’t help AT ALL when his fucking FATHER shows up at his door and pushes his way in. To Adam’s credit, he doesn’t rise to any of the bait that is being put out there. His father is saying this whole court thing is ridiculous and there’s no way he’ll win. He knows the judge. Adam is just crying for attention. Etc. Etc. Adam like… retreats into himself and can feel and smell Cabeswater and the branches growing protectively around him. His body is in that room, but his spirit is somewhere else. When his dad tries to touch him, he gets pricked, and has a thorn sticking out of his hand. Then he leaves. (So cool)

Adam stood there for a long moment. He wiped the heel of his hand over his right eye and cheek, then dried it on his slacks.

AUGH this poor KID!! Fresh off this traumatic event of watching his friend get brutally murdered… he’s got a magic forest talking to him in his head… and now this douche canoe of a father comes and starts shit. Like WOW why can’t Adam have nice things??

So Colin and Piper are in the cave and you want to hate them, but then they do really funny things. Like Piper is such a dingbat. She brought her dog and is picking up poop in a baggie. You almost, ALMOST like them and then Colin says shit like this: “What I’m going to do is hire a billion million minions to come look in caves for this woman, and if that doesn’t work, I’ll just eviscerate her daughter in front of the Gray Man instead.” - AUGH. FUCK YOU DUDE. Piper stops because she hears something, but we never get confirmation as to what. Colin randomly thinks about people sleeping and wanting to wake up one of them (??Cave, what are you doing??). Then they decide to leave. 

Blue sure wishes her mom would come home. Gwenllian is hella weird and exhausting to be around. But she’s getting more likable too. She’s like the house crazy lady now. Stealing everyone’s clothes, talking to trees, and storing things in her hair lol. Gansey keeps showing up to try to get info out of her, but she’s hard to wrangle. Lately everyone has been busy. Adam and Ronan keep running off to do their thing. Noah hasn’t shown up since he freaked out at Jesse’s house. And Gansey has some mysterious after-school commitment he keeps running off to. 

Gray comes over and Gwen is pulling a vacuum around the house like a dog lol She tells him her sad story of hearing about her Dad’s advisor trying to incite war. So she tried to stab him at dinner. She was sentenced to being buried alive after that. Gray tells Blue that Adam and Ronan HIRED him to help with this Greenmantle framing thing. He won’t tell her details but asks about her haunted cave and if she thought it might be a good place to hide bodies. Then he asks her to show him, so she’s like okay!

Sometimes this book just… makes you forget what you’re reading about lol. Blue tells her aunts the hitman is taking her out, so they go on their adventure. 

I love that Jesse and Blue are friends, and I love that he calls her Ant because she reminds him of these tough African ants he saw in a documentary once. Blue and Gray ask to see the cave, and Jesse is like “Sure but I gotta warn you, weird shits been happening lately” and he shows them. And basically these like… MONSTERS are coming out of the cave. Gray shoots one and it has like…3 heads? Blue thought they broke the curse by taking Gwen out of the cave, but Jesse thinks she was holding these monsters back. So. Now that’s a thing. 

ALSO WHAT HAPPENED TO THE COMET AND THE RAINING BLOOD? Did that go away? I suppose so since society isn’t falling apart??

That night, Gwen comes to Blue’s room with a spoonful of mayo lol. I like her random objects. Gwen, in unhinged sing-song, explains that she and Blue are similar. Blue would call herself a battery. Gwen calls them mirrors. Gwen also says— “YOU’RE A WITCH, HARRY!” And Blue is a little excited at the thought of finally having a name, even if it is witch. Gwen shoves Blue to stand between Neeve’s two mirrors, and when’s he looks to her left and right, her reflection vanishes. But she’s still there in the room. So that’s weird. Gwen eats her mayonnaise. I’m sure those mirrors will mean something later!!

Also I’ve decided I love Gray. He’s on the list with the boys, and Blue, and Maura — the list of people I will be heartbroken over if they die. Gansey is at the top.

Colin notices that his wife is acting super weird. She always stares at herself in the mirror, but when he calls her name she doesn’t respond. She’s staring off into space and then kicks him out of the bathroom.

In Chapter 37, Gansey is relishing moments of high school monotony. The happiness of walking in between Ronan and Adam. Watching the crowd part for them. Dew on the grass. Coffee in the air. Normal teenager shit. They run into Henry who is still on his very passionate quest to convince the administration to instate a student council. Gansey goes to get Henry coffee in the teacher’s lounge, which is adorable that he can just WALK in there and take stuff. Then he hears someone shout Adam’s name, followed by a LOUD NOISE.

Gansey spills back into the courtyard to see that some construction workers dropped a bunch of concrete panels, and it’s broken into pieces — fine shards — all over the courtyard. Ronan and Henry are COVERED in dust. Adam is standing eerily in the center of it, perfectly calm, protected by a bubble of air. Like he’s untouched. The grass around him is completely clean. WE LOVE OUR MAGIC BOY!!! Everyone is taking pictures like “omg Adam you’re so lucky!” I love this exchange:

Gansey leaned and Adam pulled him in even closer, gripping his shoulder tightly. Right into Gansey’s ear, he whispered, voice tinged in disbelief, “I didn’t — I just asked — I just thought —” 

“Thought what?” Gansey asked. 

Adam released him. His eyes were on the circle around him. “I thought that. And it happened.” The circle was absolutely perfect: dust without, dustless within. 

“You marvelous creature,” Gansey said.

Thank you for saying what we were all thinking Gans!

Okay so the next day is the court case. Adam is, understandably, a ball of nerves standing in the courtroom. Cabeswater is there with him in spirit. He can feel leaves wrapping around his body that aren’t really there. Adam is really regretting being there alone, now. He misses his friends. He wished he could get over his pride and let them in. THEN GANSEY AND RONAN SHOW UP. Ronan even tucked his shirt in and did his tie correctly. And Gansey strides up to the judge and shakes his hand because he KNOWS THE GUY and asks to be character witnesses. So the Judge is like “I’ll allow this!” — YOU ARE SO FUCKED ROBERT PARRISH. YOU’RE SO FUCKED!!

Adam has this amazing growth moment of realizing Gansey has always seen him as an equal. It was never a charity case. It was just friendship. Like real love for his friends.

Smash cut to a few days later. I guess we don’t get to find out what happened in court yet! But Adam asks Blue if she wants to come along on Cabeswater business. He’s sitting in a gas station wondering if the pulse in his veins is blood or the leyline and Noah shows up and is like “Yeah I wonder the same thing.” — Adam is like….ummmm did you just reply to my thoughts? Noah’s like I dunno.

OMG can we appreciate this scene, where they turn on the radio and the murder squash song comes on… and Adam panicky and ejects the tape. Blue is like HOW? HOW did that make it off the internet??

Noah cackled and showed them the cassette. It boasted a handmade label marked with Ronan’s handwriting: PARRISH’S HONDAYOTA ALONE TIME. The other side was A SHITBOX SING-ALONG.

Ronan dreamed him a mix tape. So fucking cute. 

They get to the forest and a tarot card tells Adam where to head: 3 boulders making something of a natural gazebo. There he scries, and says he’s never done this in front of people before, so he doesn’t know what he looks like. He thinks it’s not happening at first, but realizes pretty quickly that when he talks to Blue, she’s not responding. And his spirit is outside his body. He figures out that some rocks need to be rearranged on the mountain to help the leyline. Cabeswater asks for the Greywarren and Adam is like nah, he’s not here, just me lol. He figures out that there is more than one Cabeswater and he doesn’t know how awake the others are or if they’re connected somehow. I guess there’s a network of magical forests on the leyline. He drifts and drifts and finds himself in a cave with a spooky red door and a woman who seems familiar, but he’s so in spirit-mode he can’t remember her. A man is with her. They tell him to GO. I think this is Maura and Artemis. But we don’t know. 

Anyway there’s a spooky red door that is eerily enchanting. It’s equal parts terrifying and makes you want to open it like you’ve never wanted anything else in your life… but you’re also afraid. Adam gets sucked into this feeling and almost opens the door when Blue and Noah cut his hand and he gets thrown back into his body. They said he just went blank, and quit blinking, then he quit breathing, so they panicked lol. GOOD FRIENDS.

They move some rocks. The leyline is so happy, Noah is able to look SOLID and human. Not even a smudge. This cute thing happens:

They staggered back toward the trail. Blue’s arm was linked around the back of Noah, and her fingers grabbed Adam’s T-shirt so that they were one creature, a drunken six-legged animal.

Suddenly Adam remembers it was Maura he saw in the cave, and he tells Blue. DUN DUN DUNNN!!

Okay but seriously though, what about the comet and what about the court case MAGGIE??

Persephone calls Adam to have a one last psychic training session, and its at a general store on some rocking chairs. Adam is trying to get some information out of her. Like is Maura alive? How do I save Gansey’s life? But Persephone is all dreamy and just wants to talk about the number 3. And how significant that number is. Then, she vanishes, and Adam asks the clerk if he came here alone or not. And she says he’s just been talking to himself this whole time. 

Oh my god Chapter 41 is NUTS. Blue races home to find Adam and Calla getting ready to do some scrying in the reading room because Persephone is missing. Adam, who doesn’t trust anyone, tells Blue “I’m trusting you” — and Blue and Calla hold his hands. Blue is going to amplify his power and Calla is going to keep an eye on the thread to make sure he doesn’t get lost. If your soul strays too far from your body, you die. Adam’s eyes go completely black. And for a moment, he speaks WITH Persephone’s voice calling out for Maura. But then his voice comes back, calling for Persephone. Calla is finally like “alright, pull the cord” and Blue has to let go of him and sever her energy so he’ll wake up. 

“Cut him off,” Calla snarled. “I know you can. I’ll pull him back!” 

As Calla used her free hand to press a thumb to the center of Adam’s forehead, Blue frantically imagined what she had done to pull the plug on Noah back in Monmouth. Only it had been one thing to do it while Noah threw things about. It was another thing to do it as she watched Adam’s still chest and his empty eyes. Another thing as his shoulders sagged and his face fell into Calla’s waiting hands.

She tried to visualize the white light pouring down to strengthen them, but it was hard when she could see Adam’s body sprawled limply across the end of the reading table. Calla slapped his face. “Come on, you bastard! Remember your body!”

It takes a minute. But when he comes to, he says Persephone is in the house. Around some mirrors? So they race upstairs and they find Persephone between the two mirrors and she is DEAD!! WTFFFF!!!

Gansey and Ronan arrive late because Gansey’s phone was off and Ronan never answers his. Gansey leaves Adam with Ronan on the porch (after saying some very sweet things to the effect of “It’s not your fault, Parrish”) — and goes inside. Calla is SO UPSET. He says he’s going into that cave and he’s going to get Maura back. Calla is like NEAT I’m coming too. He leaves the psychics in the kitchen and goes upstairs to find Blue sitting on the floor by Perseophone’s bed. And we get this adorable scene:

It was against the rules, but Gansey crouched down beside her, one of his knees against her back, one against her knees, and hugged her. She curled against him, hands balled up against his chest. He felt a hot tear slip into the dip of his collarbone. He closed his eyes against the sun through the window, burning hot in his sweater, foot falling asleep, elbow grinding into the metal bed frame, Blue Sargent pressed up against him, and he didn’t move. Help, he thought. He remembered Gwenllian saying that it was starting, and he could feel it, winding out faster and faster, a ball of thread caught in the wind. Starting, starting — He could not tell who was comforting whom.

“I’m part of the useless new generation,” Blue said finally, the words right on his skin. Desire and dread lay right next to each other in his heart, each sharpening the other.

Maggie just… wtf. Beautiful.

Gwen kind of spins into the scene and speaks in songs and riddles. Says something about how Artemis taught her how to borrow people’s eyes. That’s how she spent the last 600 years. She says some riddle about a tree at night and Gansey asks Gwen to come with them to the cave.

Earlier that day or later… I can’t tell:

Adam and Ronan stand badassily in Colin Greenmantle’s field until he notices. They come out there and exchange some threatening words like “I know what you are” to each other, and Adam produces a Manila folder. 

Oh fuck is THIS how it goes down? Is THIS the plan, boys? I thought they were going to anonymously give it to the police or something. This is ballsy, but I have a bad feeling about this. Okay well they tell him that if he’s not out of town by Friday, everything in this folder comes true. Colin is especially unnerved by Adam, who has the same regal, far-off look as Piper who has been staring at the mirrors in a trance all day. The folder contains a CHILD’S SEVERED HAND in a baggie, and tons of emails, photos, texts, etc painting him as a murderer and pervert. Holy shit, game on. 

Colin…to my complete surprise…looks at the folder and is like HAHAHA YEP. Fuck this. Fuck all this. Clearly those boys have the Greywarren and know how to use it and IIIIIII no longer care. Honey! Get your coat. Pack your bags, we’re leaving town.

But Piper says NO. I hired two thugs and we’re driving out to the boonies to enter a cave, because I’m having visions about doors, they’re calling me, and we’re fucking going in the cave. Colin comes along, hoping he can convince her to stop it on the way, but they end up running into Jesse Dittley guarding the cave and she fucking SHOOTS HIM. Gray shows up and tries to stop them, but Piper is in full on badass mode and takes him hostage. Colin and Piper get in a fight, and then she tells him to just leave. Go run off like a coward. AND HE FUCKING DOES JUST THAT.

Alright, so the Gansey gang also enters the cave on the Cabeswater side. Calla stays in the car to keep time with Matthew after Blue begs her. Adam is at the front of the line with Ronan behind him, because they figure Cabeswater is more keen to protect the two of them. Ronan also brought his ghost light, one of his dream objects. Gwen is singing her crazy songs. They find THE PIT and Adam and Ronan opt to go in and check it out first. They’re like… full on besties now. Ronan even squeezes Adam’s arm when they’re looking down the pit as if to say “Don’t fall in”

When they get down there, they find some hornet nests (EEK!!) and between Adam’s magic and Ronan’s dream powers, they transform them into birds. I did not know this was something they could do. But NEAT!! They’re Gansey’s magicians. I think it’s the same Cabeswater magic that manifests your thoughts. 

Okay so then they go get the gang and bring them down there, and they find a massive room occupied by hundreds of animal bones - just standing on the ground, fully in tact and suspended upright. Some of them are from animals that are extinct or thought to not exist, like UNICORNS and primordial beasts no one has ever heard of. Gwen says some shit like “If you cannot wake these beasts, then how do you expect to wake my father?” — and Adam hatches a plan to pull his leyline magic toward Ronan, who has his weird dream object no one can look at, and Blue can amplify, and Gansey can point the rocks accordingly. They almost pull it off, but it’s not working. Then Gansey says, with authority, “Wake up” and the skeletons become real animals. YES. I think Gansey’s magic is… commanding things. He is the group leader, after all. 

The animals start stampeding toward the exit. Ronan and Blue manage to hop on the backs of some of them, and they hop out of the room before Gansey, Adam, or Gwen can follow.

Ronan and Blue adventure! LET’S GO!! They’re in a room with a cave lake that doesn’t make any ripples when you throw stuff into it. Ronan is so done. “Hey, I have an idea! Fuck magic. Fuck this.” — When Blue looks into the lake, she sees her mother’s dead body. Ronan pulls her back, saying it’s a trick. He saw his Dad, even though he’s buried in the ground. 

This is sweet. 

For a moment they remained that way, Ronan holding her as tightly as he would hold his brother Matthew, his cheek on her shoulder. Every time she thought she could go on, she saw the face of her mother’s corpse again. Finally, she pulled back, and Ronan stood up. He looked away, but not before she saw the tear he flicked from his chin. “Fuck this,” he said again.

Man, fuck this cave for showing these kids their dead parents. 

Blue remembers some nonsense Gwen said about mirror magic, and how people (witches?) with their particular ability had mirror powers. So Blue thinks she can walk across the shallow lake and be okay. But it’ll swallow Ronan if he goes in. So she has to go alone. He gives her his ghost light, which is super sweet because that means he has to sit there and wait there in the DARKNESS.

Holy shit. So Blue makes it across the river and finds a small chamber with the creepy red door. The door that holds the sleeper we are definitely NOT supposed to wake up. She finds ARTEMUS there, kneeling and looking worse for wear, then also MAURA BEHIND HIM!! She’s alive!! And she is not okay. Apparently they’ve been down there for a very long time, trying to resist the door. It’s so bad, they can’t move. Blue is okay. She hears the door tempting her, but she is a mirror, so it’s not as bad. She ties her parents’ hands and is determined to get them out of there. 

But then Piper shows up with one of her thugs and Mr. Gray in tow. They exchange words. Piper is truly awful and very stupid — going for the door that is probably promising her fame and money. There’s a scuffle, and for some reason the cave is COLLAPSING while everyone is fighting. I forget why it’s collapsing. Maybe from the stampede. It takes some effort, but Blue and her parents make it out safely, along with Mr. Gray. THANK GOODNESS. 

Okay… but what about THE GUYS?? MY BABIES?????

It jumps to a week later. Everyone made it out okay, yay! They gang is dropping Malory off at the airport. Adam picks at the scabs on his hand and thinks about what Persephone told him:

She had told him that there were three sleepers. One to wake, one to not wake. One in between. The others thought that Gwenllian was the one in between, but that didn’t really make sense, because she’d never been asleep. So he didn’t know if it was true or not, but he sort of liked to believe that the third sleeper had been him.

So that’s interesting. Maybe the third sleeper was Adam’s psychic ability. 

One is definitely Glendower. 

One is maybe Adam.

The third is some kind of bad no no we don’t want to wake up. 

Alright well in the epilogue, Piper wakes up in the cave. And NEEVE IS THERE. FUCKING NEEVE. And Neeve says “Hey, wanna get out of this cave? Help me wake them up.” And Piper is like “Fuck yeah!” And they OPEN THE GOD DAMN DOOR. FUCK!

And this?

The sleeper wasn’t human. Piper wasn’t sure why she’d expected it would be. Instead, it was small, and black, and shiny, with more legs than she’d expected. It was powerful. Neeve said, “We have to do it at the same time to get the fa —” Piper reached out and touched it before Neeve could move. “Wake up.”

And that’s the end of book 3!!! 

As always I’m finishing this book like “HAHA I LOVED IT! I THINK? What happened???” — like some of those parts felt rushed. I wanted to see the courtroom scene, but understand why that was cut. (Would have liked to hear the results of it, anyhow!). Still curious about the comet and raining blood lol. And the 3 headed monsters that were spilling out of the cave? What were Gansey and Adam doing while Ronan and Blue were trapped in the room with the mirror lake?? Is Artemis just like, out in the world now? Is it going to be weird with Mr. Gray there. 

Well all the same, I love this book. I love these characters and their severely strange and often scary adventures. I love the relationship emerging between Gansey and Blue. I love the relationship emerging between Adam and Ronan. I love Noah. He’s scary and adorable all in the same breath. They’ve got their group dynamic DOWN with the king, the mages, and the mirror. Everyone is starting to realize their powers, even Gansey, whose power is inspiring everyone and being POSITIVE. EXCELSIOR!

There’s one more book in this series and I’m not ready. AUGH. Here we go. 

Deadass Rating: 7.5/10

Unofficial theme song: “Cosmic Love” by Florence + the Machine

[fanatic-domain-fanfiction]

Infinitely in Paradise - Chapter 1

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Archive Warning: No Archive Warnings Apply Category: M/M Fandom: SK8 the Infinity (Anime) Relationships: Hasegawa Langa/Kyan Reki, Nanjo Kojiro | Joe/Sakurayashiki Kaoru | Cherry Blossom Characters: Kyan Reki, Nanjo Kojiro | Joe, Sakurayashiki Kaoru | Cherry Blossom, Kyan Masae, Hasegawa Langa, Hasegawa Nanako Additional Tags: Getting Together, Sexuality Crisis, Oblivious Kyan Reki, Oblivious Hasegawa Langa, Joe and Cherry are already a couple, Joe can't stand their pining and decides to take action, Cherry disagrees with Joe, Pining, this fic is just a bit of fun Language: English

Summary: Reki is really good friends with Langa. He's his best friend. His bro. All his feelings are strictly platonic... right?

Chapter 1: Trouble in Paradise

Bored. Bored. Bored. God. Skating wasn’t nearly as fun without Langa. Well, that wasn’t quite right. Reki loved skating no matter what but after a year or so of skating practically every day with him, this past week had been a little lacklustre. Langa had been travelling back to Canada with his mum for a visit so Reki had been left to himself. It wasn’t too bad but he couldn’t wait for Langa to be back so then they could skate together and hang out and race at S.

“So, this is where you kids practice.” “Wha-” Reki’s foot slipped off his board and he found himself star fished on the floor. “Ow.” Joe chuckled and walked over to the teen lying on his back. “Sorry. Didn’t mean to make you jump.” “Don’t worry. I’m okay. Didn’t know you were there.” “Y’know… surprised to find you by yourself.” Joe offered a hand and pulled Reki up. “What’s up? Trouble in paradise?” “What are you talking about?” Raising an eyebrow, Joe folded his arms. “You and Langa? Not been fighting again, have you?” “Course not.” Reki stood on the tail of his board picking it up. “He’s been visiting family in Canada. That’s why he’s not here. Should be coming back sometime today or tomorrow.” “So, you’re just here pining until your boyfriend returns.” “Boy-… BOYFRIEND!?” Reki’s jaw was close to hitting the floor. “Don’t be embarrassed. We all know you two are a thing.” “Langa is not my boyfriend. We are not a thing.” Reki’s cheeks grew redder, blushing at the thought for some unknown reason. “Oh, come on. You two lovebirds can’t keep yourselves away from each other,” Joe teased, smirking at Reki’s distress and embarrassment. “I am serious! We’re just friends, dude! Bros… mates… whatever! Strictly platonic.” Reki said, doing what he did best and digging himself deeper into a hole that would be ever harder to get out of the more he spoke and denied it. However, it didn’t take too long for Joe to understand what was going on. How it brought back memories of his own teenage years; the questions, the stress, the anxiety… but all that came after too.

“Reki, slow down.” Joe held his hands up, relaxed as ever and offered a sympathetic smile. “I get it. My bad, shouldn’t have assumed anything. But… you’ve got it bad, kid.” “I don’t have anything ba-”

Bzzt. Bzzt.

Reki pounced on his bag, ripping it open and pulling his phone out. Unlocking and swiping through his phone, he opened up the message.

-Just waiting to get the plane.

-Will be back tomorrow.

-Sometime late morning.

-Text you when I land.

Reki grinned, beaming at the messages and hastily typing out a reply to Langa.

- C U soon ^^

Joe chuckled, shaking his head and folding his arms. These kids were hopeless. They needed help and badly otherwise they would never get anywhere. This oblivious pining was painful to watch and gave him a good dose of second-hand embarrassment. At least his teenage pining hadn’t been as oblivious on his part… or… at least from what he remembered. “So… nothing bad, Reki? You sure about that? Just BFFs or bros or whatever you’re calling it?” He stepped over and placed a hand on Reki’s shoulder, suddenly becoming serious. “You should stop lying to yourself. It’ll only get worse the more you do.” “I am not lying! You’re crazy, Joe!” “And why’s that?” “Cos I like girls! Like you do!” Joe couldn’t keep a straight face and burst out laughing. There were tears streaming from his eyes and his cheeks started to hurt. If only Cherry was here now and could hear this. Maybe Reki had taken one too many bangs to the head whilst on his board. “What’s so funny?” Reki huffed, folding his arms and scrunching his face, like an insulted kitten. “Reki, kid… I am bisexual. I like everyone within reason. There is nothing straight about me.” “B-But but… all the girls, dude! You can’t move for them! Not at S or anywhere else!” “They’re just fans,” he shrugged. “Gotta keep them happy but it doesn’t go further than that. I’m a married man after all.” “You’re married!?�� Since when did you have a wife!?” Joe raised an eyebrow. This kid really wasn’t getting it. “First, yes, I’m married. Have been for five years now. And second, I have a husband.” Reki stared, blinking a couple of times. Joe, the guy who had half of the fangirls at S rooting for him… was married with a husband!? “Why doesn’t he come to S then? Most people bring their partners along.” “He does come. Always. There’s not been a single S where I haven’t come without him.” The teen looked even more confused now, much to Joe’s continued amusement. He hadn’t been trying to confuse Reki but it seemed like the kid wasn’t as observant as Joe had thought. “But… you only come with Cherry though… Does he wait somewhere on the track?” Joe gave Reki a look of disbelief. Surely, he could connect the dots from there! He gave him a moment longer to try to work it out but only the silence and confusion grew.

Sighing, Joe leaned closer. “Okay. You’re really not getting this. But promise me, this stays between us. No telling Langa or anyone else or we’ll both be in trouble.” “Got it.” “It’s Cherry.” “…what’s Cherry?” “My husband!” “Your husband!?” “Yes.” “But… you two are always fighting.” “Just teasing but keep that to yourself.” A phone started ringing and Joe sighed. “Well, speak of the devil. That’ll be him. Speak to you later, Reki.” Joe stood up, pulled his phone out and answered it with a smile. “Hey, cutie-” He immediately pulled the phone away from his ear as he walked away, rolling his eyes at the complaining of his ever-loving husband.

Reki was left sat there, wondering what had just happened. Joe was bi. That was cool. Cherry wasn’t straight either. Also Cool. But Reki was straight. Very, very straight. Always had been. He liked girls and no skateboarding, kind, generous, thoughtful, sweet, supportive, cool, funny, good-looking, handsome best friend would ever change that-

Groaning, Reki covered his blushing face with his hands.

Maybe he wasn’t as straight as he thought.

[4unnyr0se]

post time skip kenma where he’s a party (work event so he’s dressed up) and reader (famous model) is flirting with him so he’s like ok fuck it and takes her home and fucks her??? idk if that’s good 😭

❥ meddle about | kenma kozume

warnings: timeskip! kenma, fem! reader, model! reader, mentions of alcohol, car sex, blowjob, hickeys/marking, spanking, riding, slight titplay, lewd language, very brief lev x reader, haiba siblings, yaku, kuroo, and yamamoto mentioned, unprotected sex

MDNI | 18+ content

word count -> 4.8k

a/n: omg im literally so sorry i didn't get to this request sooner!! anyways i hope u like it, i'm sorry if the ending feels a little rushed

got a request? my asks are open!

❥ song: meddle about - chase atlantic

Kenma Kozume wasn’t the biggest party fan. Honestly? He really hated them. He hated the loud music (which was not in good taste, he might add), he hated most of the people who attended these kinds of events, and he absolutely hated the food that was served. Seriously, what’s with all the fancy hors d’oeuvres?  It’s just expensive fish and sausage on a stick that disappears in two bites. Kenma could never figure out why people went crazy over such small bites.

So when he received an email that he was to attend an evening party with the rest of his co-workers from Bouncing Ball, he wasn’t exactly thrilled. Kenma immediately sent an email that he wouldn’t be in attendance, to which he was digitally slapped across the face with a reply that stated that the daughter of one of his investors would be there. Some famous model who worked with the Haiba siblings was apparently an up-and-comer in the industry. Kenma groaned and buried his face in his hands. Not only did he have to attend a social event, he also had to interact with someone who worked with Lev. What if you were just as annoying as he was?

Kenma, with his trademark indifference, reluctantly wore a suit and red tie, a rare sight in his wardrobe. His half-bun hairdo was a clear sign of his lack of enthusiasm. He had no intention of engaging in any conversation at the event unless it was absolutely necessary. 

Eventually, he arrived at the event, handing his car keys to a valet who looked incredibly nervous to be seeing him. Maybe the poor boy was a fan? It didn’t matter. Kenma shrugged it off as he walked inside, immediately greeted by the service staff holding trays of only God knows what. Various champagnes and wines were undoubtedly decades old, accompanied by the tiniest servings of hors d’oeuvres he had ever seen. Even the toothpicks were fancy. What a bunch of stuck-up jerks.

He walked through the event, ignoring the various waves and hellos he received from people he didn’t know. Honestly, Kenma shouldn’t be surprised one bit. He was famous, after all. But he didn’t want to interact with anyone, he didn’t want to be here. Finally, he discovered a corner of the ballroom that was conveniently devoid of service staff and trust fund babies. He leaned against the decorated wall and stuck his hands in his pockets, humming to himself while his golden cat-like eyes stared at the hardwood beneath his loafers. Hopefully, the night would go by quickly, and he could return to his paradise of hoodies and sweatpants. 

“Kenma! Is that you?” his ears perked up at the familiar voice, an unpleasant look gracing his sharp features. Lev eagerly barreled over to Kenma’s hiding spot sporting a bright grin. “I haven’t seen you since you graduated from Nekoma! If I knew you would be here, I would have asked my stylist to get us matching suits!” Lev leaned against the wall, towering over Kenma’s small stature. “How’ve you been, man?”

“Oh, hi Lev,” Kenma softly spoke, begrudgingly making eye contact with the Russian. “Uh, I’ve been fine. Business is good, I guess.” he shrugged his shoulders.

“Well, that’s obviously an understatement,” Lev smacked Kenma on his back. “You trade stocks, dude! You’re a streamer, and you just graduated from college! Your business isn’t good, it’s great!” 

“Mm, you’re loud,” Kenma rubbed his ears in annoyance. “But thanks, I guess. I see you haven’t changed since high school.”

“Yup, I’m a model!” Lev placed his hands on his hips in pride. “I usually do solo work, but I’ll occasionally shoot with Alisa. Oh, and this new girl! She’s from America, and she’s super hot.” Lev chuckled, his green eyes twinkling. “She’s here too, y’know. I could get her for you if you want.”

“Oh, that’s not-”

“I’ll be right back!” 

Kenma groaned and bit down on his bottom lip, snatching a glass of wine that a member of the service staff brought over to him. Out of all people, why did Lev have to be there? It would have made more sense for Yaku or Kuroo. Hell, even Yamamoto would feel more appropriate here than Lev.

Not even a minute passed before Lev returned to annoy Kenma again, dragging a young woman by the wrist who looked slightly confused. Kenma nearly choked on his wine once he laid his eyes upon you. It was no wonder you were a model, you were absolutely gorgeous. The dress you wore only accentuated your curves, and the shade of red you wore complimented your skin tone wonderfully. “Kenma! This is who I work with! Say hi!” Lev wrapped his arm around your waist, his thumb rubbing the velvet fabric. 

Kenma’s brow was raised as he shook your hand, admiring how your choice of nail polish matched your dress. “Oh, hi. Kenma Kozume, I used to go to high school with Lev.”

“I know, he’s told me so many stories!” you giggled, patting Lev on the chest. “I can’t believe you used to be a setter. According to Lev, you were really lazy.” 

“Yup, he never wanted to do any work!” Kenma shot Lev a dirty glance. “Uh, I mean, he was a really good setter. Nekoma won a lot of games because of him.” Lev adjusted the collar of his dress shirt nervously.

“Oh, my mistake. Sorry for calling you lazy.” you awkwardly chuckled, looking down at the ground in shame. 

Kenma shook his head. “Don’t worry about it. It’s honestly better if you don’t believe anything Lev says. He was the worst guy on our team.” his golden eyes glanced at Lev’s hand placement again, noticing how you hadn’t shooed him away. Were you and Lev dating? Models date each other all the time, it wasn’t out of the ordinary. “Lev, can you get her a glass of wine? You’re being rude.”

Lev snapped both of his fingers and winked. “You got it!”

The streamer sighed in relief as Lev wandered off to find a staff member. He ran his painted nails through his hair. “God, I thought he would never leave.” Kenma took another sip of his wine. “So, what’s working with Lev like?

“Oh, he’s a pain in my ass.” you groaned, crossing your arms and rolling your eyes. “But we work closely together, so he’s grown on me. He’s annoying, but he’s my closest coworker.”

“So, the two of you aren’t dating?” Kenma raised an eyebrow.”

“Oh, God, no.” you snorted, covering your mouth with your hand. “I wouldn’t date him if he was the last man on Earth.”

Kenma chuckled, his gaze drifting to your exposed cleavage for a moment. “It’s just that Lev is so touchy with you. Sorry for assuming.”

“Lev is touchy with everyone, he can’t help it. He’s a flirt, but he’s not a creep, so I can’t really complain. Plus, he tells people he’s my boyfriend when someone I’m not interested in is flirting with me.” you smiled, placing your hands behind your back. “Lev is sweet but isn’t my type at all.”

“What’s your type then?” Kenma asked, a tinge of pink dancing on his face.

“If I’m being honest? You.” you gazed at Kenma through your eyelashes. “I think you’re really cute, seriously cute. I like how you seem to hate being here as much as I do.” you blushed, fidgeting with the many rings on your fingers.

Kenma bit down on his lower lip. “You hate being here too?”

“I despise it,” you groaned, taking a bold step closer. “My manager forced me to be here with Lev to scout out possible designers who would want to collaborate with us, but it’s just a bunch of dickheads. Sorry for the harsh language, but that’s what they are. Dickheads.”

Chuckling, Kenma brushed some of his long hair off of his shoulder. “Tell me about it. They’re all a bunch of fucking idiots. They’re probably only successful because of their parents. Not me, though. I work for everything I have.” 

You smiled. “Me too. I was scouted when I was still living in America. I miss my home, but Japan isn’t too bad. I can get a reasonably priced riceball whenever I want.” you placed a hand on his bicep, squeezing slightly. “And I get to meet cuties like you, too. That’s my favorite part.”

Kenma blushed and smirked, placing his glass of wine down on a nearby standing table. “So, you’re into self-made nerds?” he tugged on your hand, pulling you closer to his form. You were barely shorter than him, the top of your head just under his nose. Kenma breathed in the scent of your shampoo, sighing at the aroma. Roses and black cherry, an incredibly seductive perfume. Did you smell like this all the time?

“You bet I am,” you purred, placing his hand on your waist. “I’m so into nerds.”

“Fuck,” Kenma softly moaned, squeezing the fabric of your dress in a similar way to Lev. “Wanna get out of here? Since we both hate it so much.” 

You nodded and gripped his wrist. “I thought you’d never ask. Lead the way.”

Kenma pulled you close to his form and slowly wrapped his arm around your shoulder, earning some stares from those in the crowd of the wealthy. He ignored them, squeezing your shoulder every once in a while as the two of you eventually made your way to the valet station. Kenma handed him his ticket and made an ushering gesture. 

“Okay, damn.” the valet walked to the garage and pulled Kenma’s car around, giving him a quizzical look. “Fucking rich people.”

“Hey, I heard that,” Kenma said, closing his car door as you entered the passenger seat. “I’m staying at a hotel just a few minutes away, do you wanna go there?”

“Why would you rent a hotel room and have your car with you?”

“Sometimes I don’t think. Do you wanna go back to my hotel room or not?”

“How about,” you whispered, leaning over the car’s divider. “You find a parking lot, and we make out for a bit? Then we can go back to your hotel,” you nibbled on the shell of his ear. “And have some fun?”

His hands grasped onto the steering wheel, breath catching in his throat. “Fuck,” he mumbled, turning on his car. “Let’s find a damn parking lot. Now.”

You giggled and put on your seatbelt, looking out the window as Kenma drove off to find an empty lot. Not many were in a city as populated as Tokyo, but he eventually found one near a construction site. Sure, he was technically trespassing, but he wasn’t above bribing a security guard if it meant he got to make out with a model in his car. 

Kenma pulled into the white lines and turned his key, shutting off the car. He unbuckled his seatbelt and slid his seat back, giving you ample room. “So, are we doing this or what?” he breathed huskily, his eyes dark and filled with desire. 

You giggled and practically jumped into his lap, wrapping your arms around his neck to secure your position. Your plump, red lips hovered above his chapped ones, exchanging hot breath. “Your turn, cutie.”

Kenma smirked slightly before pressing his lips to yours, his hands securing themselves on your waist again. He groaned into the kiss, adoring the sensation of your lipstick. You tasted cherries; did you prefer that fruit more than any other? The kiss was not gentle or caring, it was animalistic and hungry. Electricity surged between your lips as Kenma practically devoured your own, the roughness of his palms being felt as he sneakily slipped his hands underneath your velvet dress so he may have a sneak peek at your delicate curves. The two of you clung to each other in desperation, the tension that was formed when Lev was fetching wine finally snapping. 

Your hands flung for purchase in Kenma’s chestnut strands, tugging on them harshly. He whimpered into your kiss, his hands wandering downwards to your ass. He squeezed it quickly, annoyed by the black lacy stockings and underwear that covered it. You squealed at the sensation, ripping away from the kiss in shock.

“Fuck, I’m sorry! I didn’t know if I was allowed to-” he was cut off by your index finger touching his now red-stained lips.

“Your hands are just cold, that’s all,” you assured him, your finger pulling down his bottom lip. “The temperature change was just a shock.”

Kenma sighed in relief, squeezing your ass once more. “Mm, I could get used to this,” he mumbled, grasping your jaw tightly with his left hand. “Should we continue fogging up my car, or can we get back to my hotel room so I can see this pretty body sprawled out on my bed, hm?”

You moaned at Kenma’s newfound confidence. Or maybe it was always there, waiting to be freed like a lion in a cage. “Can we stay here for a while longer, please?” you kissed the side of his neck, leaving a new lipstick mark. “Ravish each other for only a bit longer…”

Kenma tilted his head to the side, giving you better access to his neck. “Whatever you want, pretty girl.” he sighed in pleasure as your lips made contact with his neck once more, his cock growing harder in his dress pants.

You smirked at the dark sounds he was making, sliding your hands under his dress shirt to run your long nails up and down his abs. Kenma was thin, but he had lean muscle. He briefly gasped as your warm fingers danced across his abdomen, mouth left slightly agape as you made the bold choice to nibble on his sensitive neck.

“Oh, do you like that?” you teased, your hands leaving his abs to tug on his hair again. “I never pegged you for someone who likes being bitten.”

“You just met me,” Kenma breathed, pulling you away from his neck. “There’s a lot about me that you don’t know.” his hand gripped your hair, forcefully tugging your neck to the side. “For example,” his breath tickled your neck. “That I bite back. Hard.”

You yelped as his sharp teeth grazed your skin, his lips sucking gently on the spot just above your jugular. You instinctively bucked your hips across his thigh, earning a deep chuckle from him. “Do you like getting bitten, pretty girl?” he pulled away, kissing the spot where he suckled. 

“Very much,” your hands cupped his face, thumbs running over his cheekbones. “Can we get back to your hotel now? You got me all hot and bothered.”

Kenma sighed reluctantly and rested his head on his head. “Well, you got me all bothered, too,” he gestured to the tent in his pants. “I can’t drive until it goes down. I’ll be too…distracted.” he raised an eyebrow. 

“Oh,” you blinked, looking down at the tent between his legs. “Do you want some help with that?” you tilted your head to the side, smiling mischievously.

Kenma chuckled. “If you’re offering, be my fucking guest.” he took off his belt and placed it on the passenger seat. “Uh, we should probably do this in the back. There’s more room up there anyways.”

You giggled and happily hoisted yourself into the backseat, dragging Kenma along with you. He grunted as he hit the expensive leather backing of his car, quickly becoming distracted as you got on your knees and sank below him. “Fuck, you look so pretty like that,” he mumbled, his right hand tangling itself in your hair. “Don’t keep me waiting, baby. The sooner you suck me off, the sooner I can drive us back to my hotel,” his voice dropped to a deep whisper. “And the sooner I can make you bounce on this cock.”

Your hands trembled as you pawed at the hem of his pants, tugging them down to his ankles. He wore slick, black boxers that had a wet spot at the very top, undoubtedly caused by the precum leaking from his cock. You gasped as his cock sprang free from entrapment, slapping beautifully against his shirt.

Kenma groaned as the hot air of the car hit his leaking cock, the pretty pink head gushing with precum. Your fingers curled around the base of his cock, running up and down the pulsating vein. He let out a low groan as you stroked him gently, sending shivers down your spine. He was painfully hard, practically throbbing in your hand. 

“Be a good girl,” Kenma murmured in a low rumble. “And suck it.”

You opened your mouth, your tongue poking out to lick his tip, gathering the precum on your wet muscle. It was salty and bitter and yet so incredibly addicting. You took him in your mouth, your tongue swirling in circles around the head. His hips bucked forward, nearly causing you to choke on his length. 

“Shit, you got some mouth on you,” Kenma’s grip tightened in your hair. “M’not sure if I’m gonna last for much longer.”

You simply hummed as you licked the underside of his shaft, reveling in how he felt on your tongue. Your jaw slowly ached from being open for so long, but you didn’t care. All that mattered right then was sucking Kenma’s cock like it was your life’s mission. His hand clenched your hair, pulling your mouth further onto his cock until you were choking on his length, his hips bucking slowly into your mouth in desperate chase of his release. 

“F-fuck! Sorry baby, didn’t mean to fuck your mouth,” Kenma whimpered, the sensation of the head of his cock hitting the back of your throat driving him wild. “God, but you look so good taking all of me. I’m gonna cum on your tongue, yeah?” you frantically nodded, tears swelling up in your eyes as his cock abused your throat over and over again. 

With a final pulse in your mouth, Kenma came. You whimpered at the thick liquid entering your mouth, pooling at the back of your tongue. He groaned as he pulled you off of his length, his face incredibly flushed. “Don’t swallow yet,” he commanded. “Show me.” 

You stuck your tongue out, showing Kenma his seed that gathered on your tongue so wonderfully. He moaned at the sight, letting go of your hair. “Good girl. You can swallow now.” you nodded, swallowing his release slowly. It was still bitter and salty, but you wouldn’t mind doing it again. 

“Oh, it’s…different,” you tried to hide your grimace, aiming instead to shrivel your nose. “Really different.”

“If my cum tastes bad, you can just say that,” Kenma got himself dressed, fumbling his way to the driver's seat. “I don’t really have the best diet, I’m sorry about that.”

You chuckled and climbed to get in the passenger seat, your hair now thoroughly tangled and knotted. “It was one of the more bitter loads I’ve swallowed over the years.”

“Over the years, eh?” Kenma pushed the gas pedal, following the GPS coordinates to his hotel. “So you’re experienced?”

“Yeah, I am,” you crossed your arms, growing defensive. “If you don’t like that, I can go as soon as we get to the hotel.”

“What? No. I don’t care how many guys you’ve fucked.” Kenma rolled his eyes, his fingers tapping his steering wheel. “It’s none of my business. Why should I care?”

“Some guys care about that,” you responded.

“Well, not me.” Kenma shrugged as he pulled into the valet parking of the hotel, getting out of the car. He opened the door for you, wrapping an arm around your waist again. “Park it over there if you can,” he instructed the valet. “If you can manage to get it out of the sun in the morning, you’ll get a nice tip.”

As the valet made off with his car, you looked at the small bruise you left on his neck. It was cute and tiny, just like he was. As you entered the hotel lobby, you gasped, admiring the gorgeous dangling crystal chandelier. “

“Wow, this is gorgeous,” you breathed, grasping onto Kenma’s bicep. “I’ve stayed at fancy hotels before, but this beats all of them combined.” you looked at him briefly. “I forgot how rich you are.”

Kenma chuckled and walked you to the elevator. His hand firmly grasped your waist. “I don’t really put that much into my appearance if you haven’t noticed,” he smirked, selecting the seventh-floor button. The elevator dinged as you felt it rise up, getting distracted by the various mirrors in the small machine. “Hey, what if we made out in here, hm? We can press the emergency stop button.” you wiggled your eyebrows.

Kenma shook his head, squeezing your waist in assurance. “Nah, they have cameras in here. If the tape got out, our careers would be over,” his voice dropped to a whisper. “Although, I’d really like it if we fucked in front of a mirror sometime.”

“Maybe we will. It depends on how much I enjoy tonight.” you winked. 

The elevator dinged as you reached the seventh floor. Kenma practically pulled you out of it and dragged you to his room. He fumbled with the keycard as sweat dripped from his brow. He smirked as the key unlocked, pushing you inside. 

You giggled as you stumbled into his room, being granted only a moment to admire the elegant decor before his lips were upon yours again. One of his hands rested on your upper back while the other on your lower, his lips moving furiously with yours. You whimpered into the kiss, stumbling across the room with him until your behind met his tall mattress. Kenma broke the kiss and smirked, pushing you onto the mattress with a chuckle.

You giggled, the silky sheets enveloping you. Kenma took off your expensive heels and placed them on the ground next to his dress shoes, shrugging off his suit jacket in the process. “It’ll only get in the way,” he grunted, unbuttoning his shirt as well. “I’ve been waiting for too damn long only to get cockblocked by a stupid jacket.”

You smiled and took off your dress, tossing the expensive velvet fabric on the floor. Kenma’s breath hitched in his throat, biting his lip at seeing you in only black stockings and lingerie. “Holy shit,” he whispered, quickly taking off the rest of his clothes. “I can see why you’re a model. Fucking hell.”

He slammed his lips onto yours once more, his tongue prodding desperately for entrance to your cavern. You happily obliged, fingers entangling themselves in his chestnut strands again. Your teeth clashed in the molten kiss as he shamelessly explored your mouth, his typically lazy mannerisms being overcome with want for you. 

Kenma pulled away, gasping desperately for air. He wiped his mouth of any saliva that had gotten loose and firmly grasped your arms, rolling you over so you were on top. “Fuck,” he groaned, squeezing your thighs. “Fucking ride me, pretty girl. I need to you fucking badly.”

You smirked and shimmied off of his lap, pulling down your stockings and panties. You remained only in your bra, earning a disapproving look from Kenma. “Take that off too,” he ordered, feeling greedy. “I wanna see those tits bounce as you ride my cock.” 

You bit down on your lip and flung your bra to the opposite side of the room, your nipples growing hard as soon as the cold air of the hotel graced your chest. Kenma sighed, admiring your gorgeous naked form in front of him. It made perfect sense that you were a model. You were stunning. Every freckle and beauty spot made you that much more desirable. 

“So damn pretty,” Kenma’s hips involuntarily bucked in the air.

You giggled and squeezed your breasts, crawling back onto his lap. Your nails peeled his boxers off, letting his cock spring free once more. “Fuck, you’re hard again? Do you need more time to recover?” you asked.

“Hell no,” Kenma firmly grasped the base of his cock, pumping it with his fist. “I just need you to sit on it and ride me all night long. C’mon, pretty girl.”

You nodded and hovered above his cock, pausing momentarily. “By the way, I’m on the pill. Don’t worry.” 

Kenma began to smile, the expression being cut short and replaced with a look of euphoria as you slowly sunk onto his cock, mouth slightly agape as you struggled to adjust to his size. He wasn’t that girthy, but he was fucking long. 

“Shit,” you whimpered, leaning forward so your hands could find purchase in the bedsheets. “My throat could barely handle you. Fuck, you’re long.”

Kenma groaned as your greedy pussy took in all his length, begrudgingly giving you a moment to adjust to his size. “Do you feel good, pretty girl?” he squeezed one of your tits tightly. 

You nodded. “Yeah, you feel so fucking good.”

Kenma smirked, slapping your ass harshly. “So fucking ride me, I gotta see those tits bouncing in my face.”

You lifted your hips and plunged downwards quickly, grimacing slightly. Your hands chose to support themselves on his toned chest, using him to stabilize yourself as you slowly rose your hips up and down on his length, taking your sweet time.

Kenma sighed as his cock slid in and out of you, quickly growing annoyed with how gentle you were being with him. “Am I too much for you to handle, pretty?” his voice dripped with mockery.

“K-kind of. Fuck,” you groaned, trying to sink up and down faster.

“Don’t worry, I’ll take care of you.” his hands lifted you off of his cock before mercilessly slamming you back down, filling you up so perfectly. You cried out, the sensation almost sending you over the edge and into nirvana. You arched your back, your fingers clawing at his chest.

“God, you’re dripping all over my stomach,” he huffed, pulling your torso closer to connect with his own. “So fucking sexy.”

You wriggled above him, moan after sensual moan being ripped from your lungs as Kenma slams you down on his cock over and over again, his balls colliding with your ass. “Fuck!” you sobbed, grasping, arching your back once more so your tits bounced in Kenma’s face. 

“Fucking perfect,” Kenma growled, feeling his cock twitch inside of you. The way the walls of your cunt milked his cock so desperately, he knew the two of you were close. “You wanna fucking cum with me, pretty baby? Make a mess all over like a good little slut? You know you want to.” his hand left your hips, grasping tightly onto your jaw. “Fucking say it.”

“I wanna make a mess all over your cock, Kenma! Shit!” you threw your head back, euphoria slowly approaching. 

“Good fucking girl,” Kenma tugged your jaw down, kissing you harshly as his orgasm washed over him. He groaned into your mouth, his cum eagerly filling you up with a pleasantly warm sensation. Your pussy milked him for all he was worth, happily squeezing his throbbing shaft.

“Shit!” you whimpered, shuddering as you felt nirvana as well. Your release coated his member, coming off of him with a wet popping sound. 

“Damn, that was really fucking good,” Kenma groaned as you rolled off of him, laying beside him on the massive bed. “You are…so fucking pretty. I’m glad I met you at that party.” he offered you a weak smile. 

“Me too, it was nice,” you smiled in return, kissing him on the cheek. “I assume I’m staying the night?” 

“Obviously,” Kenma rolled his eyes, pulling you closer to his sweaty form. “It would be a dick move not to cuddle you after I fucked your brains out.”

You giggled. “I’m glad,” the room smelled of sex and desire, the atmosphere thick with compensated tension. You yawned, curling yourself impossibly closer to him. “Well, I’m beat. See you tomorrow.” you closed your eyes, allowing the room's warmth to overtake you.

“Yeah, see you tomorrow,” Kenma mumbled, falling asleep soon afterward.

You woke up to the buzzing of your phone, groaning in annoyance. “What fucking time is it…” you mumbled, reaching onto the ground to collect your device from your dress pocket. Your eyes barely open, you stared at your lock screen at an assault of missed texts and calls. “Oh fuck.”

“Hm? What’s up?” Kenma yawned, rubbing his eyes.

“We forgot about Lev.” you plainly stated, gulping anxiously. 

Kenma shrugged his shoulders, crawling to your side of the bed. He wrapped his arms around your waist, kissing your cheek. “So what? He’s not our problem.”

You smiled, giggling at his peppering of kisses. “Yeah, I guess he isn’t.”

[univvrse]

we're in all the magazines (chapter 4)

chapter title: make me ill

hawks x dabi

There were four members of the band 'Puncture'; each with deeply buried secrets. Dabi, Hawks, Shigaraki and Mr Compress.

Each about to find out things about eachother that will change their relationship as band mates forever.

TW (just for this chapter)- taking of drugs, peer pressure

previous can be found on my masterlist

on my ao3 if you'd prefer

1k words

Backstage, nerves were rampant. All the members of Puncture were frantically rehearsing their pieces separately, the room buzzing with anxiety.

Dabi gathered the group together in the dressing room they’d been given, “The first bands going on soon, we’re right after them. We’ve got our set down, yeah? Everyone knows our order?” he made sure everyone nodded, “Okay, we need to get at least a couple songs rehearsed while we still can. We should go over Poison Heart, EMI, and I wanna be your boyfriend. That sound good?” more nodding, “Get set up, we need to have this perfect, okay?”

“Hey! Let us in!” A group of men called from behind the door.

“What the fuck? Are we getting called to stage?” Sako asked.

“We better not be. I’ll check it out.” Keigo headed to the door.

Sure enough, a group of men stood outside- easily recognisable as the first band set to perform; Loose Screws.

“What’s up! You guys are Puncture, right? We’ve heard about you.” The man speaking comfortably squeezed past Keigo and let himself into the dressing room, motioning for his group to follow.

“Yeah my sister went to one of your shows or something, said it was a real once in a lifetime experience. Guess we gotta look out for you, huh?” Another member spoke up. Clearly these men were either ignoring the tense looks Puncture was exchanging or inebriated beyond the point of noticing.

“Anyway, we come bearing gifts!” The first man- obviously the group’s frontman- was now digging around in his pockets.

“Don’t you have to be on stage in like five minutes?” Tomura attempted to usher the band to the door.

“Yeah, yeah, chill out, okay? We’ll head out in a sec; just thought you might appreciate a little good-luck present?” The leader procured a small Ziploc baggie from his pockets, holding up gleefully, “Ecstasy! Totally gets you in the zone before a show! We all popped some in our room, had extra and felt in the giving mood, so here we are. Free of charge, duh.”

Keigo was the first to speak, “Yeah, why not, I’ll have one.”

Dabi’s eyebrows shot up at this. Keigo was the last member he’d expected to be a pill popper, it was way more likely to be Sako, he thought.

“Fuck yeah that’s the spirit! Any more takers? Come on- free pills! How often does an opportunity like this come round?”

As Keigo went up to take a pill he noticed just how dilated all of Loose Screws pupils were. They were all smiling blissfully at seemingly nothing. None of them seemed even the slightest bit nervous about performing.

“Yeah okay I’ll bite.” Tomura sauntered over to the drugged-up men, grabbing the baggie from Keigo and fishing out his own pill, “Guys, this is the boost we need. All the good bands do it”

“Fuck it, whatever, gimme one.” Dabi joined them and grabbed a pill for himself, “Sako? There’s one left.”

“Huh? Nah I’m all good. Didn’t your parents ever teach you guys not to take drugs from strangers?” Sako’s hands found their way to the hem of his shirt. He began absent-mindedly playing with the fabric.

“Dude, Sako, don’t get bitch about this, it’s one little pill. What’s the harm?” Tomura grabbed a water bottle off one of the counters, swallowed his drugs, and passed it to Dabi.

The Loose Screws’ frontman spoke up again, “No, it whatever, you shouldn’t get mad at your friend for being a quivering pussy, that’s his choice.”

“One minute.” Warned a different member.

“Look we gotta jet. Do you want or not?” The leader stared at Sako expectantly.

“Grow up, Sako, it’s good shit. Stop being a quiverer.” Tomura snatched the last pill and the water, walking over to to his hesitant bandmate, “Just fucking take it, no big deal.”

Sako looked from Tomura to the Loose Screws, still blissfully unaware, and finally over to Dabi, who simply shrugged and said, “We all took one, it’d be a bit strange if you were the only sober one.”

Sako sighed, “Fine, gimme the fucking shit.” he grumbled something about peer pressure and swallowed the pill offered to him.

“Sweet! Okay you boys have fun; I think we’re meant to be onstage right now. Good luck!” and with that, Loose Screws disappeared off to stage.

Dabi turned to Keigo, “You were quick to accept. Didn’t have you pegged as the type, really.”

“Maybe you just don’t know me as well as you think.” Keigo challenged, keeping Dabi’s gaze.

“Okay, can you guys have your gay ass fight after the show, c’mon we’ve got a half hour and I’m not gonna be responsible for my actions if one of you fucks this up.” Tomura slung his bass across his body and threw his hands up, exasperated, “Are you gonna fucking practice or what?”

“What’d the guy say this shit was again? Ecstasy?” Keigo picked up his guitar, “How long does it take to hit?”

Sako looked over from where he was sat, “30 minutes, give or take.” he stood up to adjust his chair, “Or, I think so, at least. I read that somewhere.”

“Okay so we’ve got enough sobriety in us to rehearse till the very last second.” Dabi looked over at Sako questioningly.

“Yeah so why are we still talking? Count us in, Sako.” Tomura looked like he was ready strangle the next person who spoke.

“One two three four.”

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“Everyone give a hand for the Loose Screws! You guys killed it out there! Okay, up next we have a band some of you may have heard of- give it up for Puncture, everybody!”

Loose Screws’ frontman waved at the Puncture members on his way off stage, mouthing something that looked like a very enthusiastic, “GOOD LUCK OUT THERE” followed by a wink. They disappeared from sight for the second time, snickering to each other.

“Okay. Whoa, okay we got this, we’re gonna do great.” Dabi lead the band on stage, waving to the immense crowd in front of them.

Keigo marvelled at Dabi’s ability to capture an audience. Anywhere he went, he got stares of awe and admiration. The man was made of sex-appeal. Keigo hardly noticed his quickened heartbeat, his mind entirely consumed with thoughts of Dabi. He did, however, have just enough self-awareness to recognise how amazingly steady he was. He assumed his position to Dabi’s left and took a breath.

A/N- tyy so much for reading we really appreciate it

[ko-eko-ev-go-ms]

Thinkin abt how in one of my nightmares last night there were people that died a “death by disappointment”, like people were so disappointed in them they DIED