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Couple Days Off - Huey Lewis And The News - 1989

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Set The World On Fire

Chapter Five

Lando Norris had been incredibly angry when they met. Incredibly angry, but sweet enough to help her. Turns out he just needed somebody to talk to, somebody to be there for him.

He was easy to fall for, and that put her in a world of danger

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"I still can't believe he's actually taking me on a date," she said as she searched through her wardrobe for something to wear, her phone pressed to her ear.

Although she couldn't see it, her friend rolled her eyes. "Are you sure he's not gonna murder you and ditch your body in a... ditch?" She asked.

Y/N laughed. "I do know the guy. But, if my body is found in a ditch somewhere, you get all of my stuff," she said and pulled a nice top out of the wardrobe. Paired with some nice jeans, she could look pretty good, she thought as she looked in the mirror, holding the top against her body.

"I've got to go," her friend said. "Keep me updated through the date, okay? If he is a murderer, let me know."

They said their goodbyes and Y/N threw her phone onto her bed. She looked at herself in the mirror again, looked at how the top looked against her. Pretty good, she thought. She made light work of getting changed and started on hair and makeup.

At seven o'clock, Lando arrived at her house. His car was incredibly fancy, maybe to the point of overkill. He pulled the classic Porsche up outside of her apartment and climbed out.

Immediately he regretted it. Her neighbourhood wasn't exactly the nicest, he was so sure that somebody would steal it if they came across it.

Pulling his business card from his pocket, he left it on the dash for everybody to see. Just his name alone would scare anybody out of trying to steal it. He straightened his jacket and started up to her apartment.

Lando had the address memorised. He'd been there more than he liked to admit, watching over her apartment. Surely, if she'd lived somewhere a little nicer, he wouldn't be by her apartment every night, watching over her.

Who was he kidding? Lando was enamoured with her. Plus, him watching over her kept his mind off of his sister and it kept him away the club, where he was drinking far too much and doing whatever was dusted over the table.

He sucked in a breath and knocked on her door.

"Coming!" She shouted. She ran through her apartment as she attempted to put her earrings in. With the back of the earring between her lips, she pulled open the door. "Hey," she grinned, placing the back of the earring where it was supposed to be.

"You ready to go?" Asked Lando as he offered her his arm. She grinned and took his arm. Pulling her apartment door shut, she locked it and followed Lando down to his car.

His incredibly expensive classic Porsche.

She let out a low whistle as she stepped out of the apartment building. "Is that yours?" She asked. She knew Lando had serious money. Like, he owned his own strip club! What kind of guy owned his own strip club? Of course he'd have some crazy car.

Lando just offered her a smile as he pulled the door open for her. The car smelt incredible. It was hard to describe, but there was nothing that could beat the smell of a classic car. That mixed with Lando was amazing.

The engine rumbled to life. It sounded like a dream. She let out a low whistle as Lando pulled away from her apartment building, heading further into the city. "Is she yours?" She asked, patting the dashboard.

"My dad's," Lando answered. "But she'll be mine soon, I guess," he muttered under his breath.

"Are you sure you wanna park her in the city?" Asked Y/N, raising her eyebrows at him. "Something might... happen to her."

Lando shook his head. He pulled into a car park and, once again, left his business card on the dashboard before climbing out. "I'm not worried about that," he said and pushed the door shut.

Walking around to the other side, he opened the door for Y/N, took her hand and helped out of the car. "You're a weird guy," she muttered, but she was still wearing a smile.

"Thanks." He linked his hand with hers and led her away from the car park, towards the restaurant. Lando could have booked it out. He had that level of power around here. But he didn't want to scare her off, especially not before she joined him in Spain.

The dinner was rather uneventful. They talked and laughed like this wasn't a date, like they were just in the back room of his club. Lando ordered for the both of them, which she thought was a little strange, but she didn't mind. He had good taste.

(Actually, no. Lando rarely had good taste. His pallet was that of a child. He was putting on a brave face for this date).

"How about we get out of here?" He asked after they had finished the main course. The dessert was incredibly fancy and Lando wanted something less.

She grabbed her bag and reached for her purse. Lando held up his hand, halting her. "It's already been taken care of," He said with a grin.

The look she gave him with sceptical. "You're not like... a mob boss or something, are you?" She asked quickly.

The way Lando's heart was beating, shit he thought he was going to die. But then she laughed and he visibly relaxed. "I paid on the way in," he confessed (it didn't matter that it wasn't true).

They strode out of the cafe, arm in arm. Lando led the way out of the restaurant, towards a dessert shop. It was just around the corner, one that Lando's family owned the building to. He got them two thick milkshakes, incredibly unhealthy and topped with cream.

They sat in the park, drinking their milkshakes. The stars appeared above them and the air turned cold. "Here," Lando said as he took off his jacket and handed it to her. She took it gratefully and pulled it onto her body.

With the sleeves pulled over her hand, she held her milkshake and leaned against Lando. "You paid for everything tonight and I feel shitty," she mumbled against him.

Lando laughed. "Trust me, it's fine," he said, wrapping his arms around her. "Just... thank you for agreeing to come to Spain with me next week."

Suddenly she pulled away from him, just enough that she could look at him. "Is this a thank you date, because I agreed to join you in Spain? Or is this a real date because you actually like me?" As nice of a gesture as it was, she didn't do thank you dates. Not when she had already caught feelings.

Lando shook his head. "It's not a thank you date, I swear," he said quickly. "I invited you to Spain because I actually like you. This date sounded like a good way to... start things off," he said.

She couldn't hide her grin. Leaning against him once again, she closed her eyes and let out a content sigh. "So, you could say that Spain will be our second date," she mumbled.

Lando kissed the top of her head.

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Basketball Player!Kai x Teacher’s Pet!Reader

Prompt: “Quick! I need you to kiss me!” “Wait what-“

Word Count: 2,987

Warnings: bullying sort of? Both the reader and Kai are misunderstood

Part 5 of the First Kiss Series

7:50 A.M.

That was the time you arrived at school every day, not a minute earlier, not a minute later. The ten minutes before classes began were your only moments of serenity. It was the only time you had to yourself before the other students flooded in and overwhelmed you with their presence and not so nice remarks towards you.

As you settled into your usual spot in the library, you pulled out your latest book, eager to lose yourself in its pages before the chaos of the day began. The soft rustling of turning pages was a comforting sound to your ears, a familiar escape from the world around you. 

Amidst the gentle rustle of book pages being turned, there were also the sounds of squeaky shoes, echoing chants, and a sharp whistle being blown. You weren't the only one here at this time, the basketball team would have early morning practice from 7 to 8 a.m. The athletes would dribble, sprint, and shoot hoops in the gym that was adjacent to the library where you sat and sometimes you'd abandon your book to watch them. 

The sound of basketballs hitting the gym floor was usually a steady thud in the background, but today, there was a new sound that caught your attention. Laughter. It was a rich, melodic sound that seemed out of place in the early morning hustle of the gym. Curiosity getting the better of you, you peeked over your book to see the source of this unfamiliar sound.

It was Kai, grinning widely as he high-fived one of his teammates after scoring a particularly impressive shot. His energy was infectious, and even from a distance, you couldn't help but smile at the sight. You've been going to school with Kai since elementary school, and throughout all those years, you had always admired him from afar. He was charismatic, talented, and undeniably good-looking. 

But he was also popular, while you were popular in a different way. Popular as in the popular kids made sure you heard their thoughts about you every day. They were probably the only reason others knew your name. But Kai, despite his status, was always nice to you. He never joined in when others teased you, and sometimes he would smile at you and make conversation in the hallways. They were small gestures, but they meant a lot to you.

Lost in your thoughts, the sound of the bell signaling that it was 8 o'clock brought you back to the present and your eyes widened. You hurriedly scrambled your book and speed walked through the school corridors with your head down, trying to reach your classroom before the first bell rang. Suddenly, you collided with someone, almost dropping your book in the process. Looking up, you found yourself staring into the deep brown eyes of Kai, who was walking with some of his teammates.

"Sorry," he mumbled, reaching out to steady you.

Your heart raced at his proximity, his warm touch sending shivers down your spine.

"It's okay," you managed to say, feeling your cheeks flush bright red.

As Kai's hand lingered on your arm, you could feel the weight of his gaze on you. His teammates exchanged knowing looks before one of them nudged Kai with a smirk, causing him to quickly remove his hand and clear his throat.

"You shouldn't touch her for so long Kai," one of them started,

"Some of her lameness might rub off on you."

Ignoring the taunts of his teammates, you brushed past them, not wanting to hear what else they had to say and quickly made your way to your first class.

"You know it's too bad she's such a loser, she's actually really pretty," another teammate said. 

"She's not just pretty, she's hot, have you seen her-"

"Can you guys shut up?" Kai cut them off. 

"You don't even know her, how could you call her a loser?" he asked them. 

"I mean, like, she's always reading books and stuff, and she-"

"That's because she likes to read," Kai defended you. 

"Having hobbies like that is nothing to be ashamed of."

As Kai's words trailed off, he glanced in the direction you hurried off in before continuing the walk to his locker.

You took your seat in class, blinking back tears. You've been getting picked on since freshman year where you rejected the advances of one of the boys who is now popular. The bell signaling the start of class pulled you out of your thoughts, and you quickly scribbled down some notes to look like you were paying attention. Their remarks always stung, and you never understood why they treated you like that. There's nothing wrong with saying no, and it's not like you were the only girl to reject that boy. All their comments were based on pure speculation, they didn't know you. And you were positive they didn’t want to either.

You dreaded lunchtime, it was where the whole school gathered in their cliques in the cafeteria, and you were always alone. It wasn't that you didn't have friends, you just didn't want anyone to know how much it hurt every time they laughed and said things that were far from true.

As you took your seat at your usual table, you glanced around the cafeteria. The familiar faces of the popular kids laughed and chatted, completely oblivious to anything else going on around them. You sighed, feeling a sense of loneliness that only grew as you thumbed at the pages of your book.

"Hey (Y/N)," one your friends greeted as she sat down next to you.

"Is it okay to sit with you? I know you like to be alone and all but it's been awhile since we hung out."

She was wrong. 

You didn't like to be alone, you just thought it was better this way. 

Your friends wouldn't get laughed at for being seen with you this way. 

"Of course, I'd love the company," you replied, forcing a smile. 

Your friend immediately brightened up, chattering away about her weekend plans and the latest gossip. As you listened, you found yourself slowly relaxing and enjoying her company. It was then that you realized how much you'd missed spending time with your friends, even if it was just for a little while.

The lunch period went by faster than usual, and before you knew it, the bell signaled the end of the break. As you two walked to class together, your friend playfully slapped your arm.

"Don't worry about them, okay? We're all gonna graduate in a few months and you're going to do such amazing things while they realize they peaked in high school," she said with a grin.

"I hope so," you sighed, trying to mask the doubt in your voice. 

"Hey, think of this way, you've got the beauty, brains and such a good heart with so much to offer the world. You're destined for greatness and they'll probably be stuck, struggling to find their purpose in life."

You smiled at your friend's words, grateful for her reassurance. As you reached your classroom, you glanced back and saw your friend waving goodbye with a big smile on her face.

"She's right, you know," a voice said from behind you. 

You turned around to see Kai standing there, a small smile tugging at the corners of his lips.

"You really shouldn't listen to those people," he continued. 

"They're just jealous of you. You're brilliant, kind, and beautiful, you know that, right?"

"Aren't "those people" your friends?" You asked, somewhat surprised by his words.

Kai shook his head.

"Some of them are. But a lot of them are just... surface level friends," he said.

You felt your cheeks flush as you smiled weakly, trying to hide the temptation to believe him. 

"You don't have to pretend to believe me, but I hope you know that not everyone sees you the way they do," Kai said earnestly and walked into the classroom. 

As the day went on, Kai's words lingered in your mind. You found yourself stealing glances at him during classes and looking away just as quickly, not knowing that he was sneaking glances at you too. 

The next day, at the usual time, you were once again seated in your regular spot at the library. Instead of reading a book, you were engrossed in your sketchbook, putting the finishing touches on one of your drawings. The sound of basketballs hitting the gym floor distracted you from your work, and you glanced up to see Kai and his friends practicing for the upcoming game. As you turned your attention to them fully, you saw that they weren't practicing, just shooting around. One of his teammates said your name and you closed your eyes, bracing yourself for whatever he was going to say today. 

"Why did you get so defensive over (Y/N) yesterday?" he asked Kai.

You opened your eyes immediately and raised your eyebrows in confusion.  

"You got a thing for her or something?" he followed up, this time nudging Kai with a smirk.

Kai's cheeks turned slightly pink as he shrugged off his friend's teasing. 

"Nah, she's just a friend. We've known each other for a long time" he replied casually.

"Sure, just a friend," his teammate teased, raising an eyebrow.

"You don't want to be seen with someone like her anyways, you should be trying to hookup with one of the cheerleaders or something," he continued. 

Kai's jaw tensed at his teammate's words, and for a moment, he looked conflicted. 

"(Y/N) is hot though, if she just dressed better and wasn't such a teacher's pet I'd be all over her too," another teammate chimed in and they all laughed. 

Kai's fists clenched involuntarily and before he could say anything, their coach blew the whistle signaling the end of practice. 

The sound of the whistle was also your signal to leave, you put your sketchbook away but instead of getting up to leave, you sat there. You felt slightly embarrassed and just overall sad. You glanced out the window that let you see the gym and saw a small group of cheerleaders attempting to talk to Kai. His other teammates were standing and watching. 

You sat there for what felt like hours, watching the events unfold through the window. You couldn't help but feel a pang of envy towards those cheerleaders, wondering what it would be like if you were like them.  Tearing your gaze away from the window, you felt tears pool in your eyes but you wiped them away quickly. What were you even crying for? They sort of complimented you, didn’t they? You only dressed the way you did to avoid the attention, yet it seemed to have the opposite effect. 

Your thoughts were interrupted by the sound of rushing footsteps. It was Kai and he was making his way over to you, his expression one of frustration and determination. 

He spotted you sitting alone on the makeshift bay window and walked over quickly, sitting beside you with a sense of urgency.

“Quick, I need you to kiss me.”

You looked at him, your eyes wide with confusion.

"I’m sorry, what?"

Kai's expression softened, and he looked out the window seeing that his friends and the group of cheerleaders had spotted where he rushed off to, their faces contorted with surprise and curiosity.

Without waiting for your response, Kai leaned in and pressed his lips against yours in a brief, impulsive kiss. Your heart raced as you felt the softness of his lips against yours, the taste of mint lingering on him. As he pulled back, you stared at him in shock, trying to process what had just happened. Kai turned to look at you, his eyes searching yours for a reaction. 

All you could do was stare at him, trying to make sense of the situation. His kiss had left you feeling both confused and exhilarated, like you had just experienced something out of a movie.

"Kai, what was that?" you finally managed to ask, feeling your voice shake slightly.

He looked away briefly before meeting your gaze again. 

“They kept pestering me about dating or just hooking up with someone, and I’ve always wanted to kiss you. So I just…did.”

He trailed off, and you looked at him, still trying to process the situation.

“How did you know I was here?”

Kai's face flushed slightly, and he looked away before answering.

“You come here every day at the same time. I always see you through the window.” 

You sat there stunned, still trying to comprehend what just happened. 

“You’re not invisible you know, I’ve always seen you,” he admitted, the weight of his words felt like they were referring to more than just seeing you through the window.

You searched his eyes for any sign of insincerity, but all you found was a raw vulnerability you've never seen before. The tension between you two was palpable, the air thick with unspoken words and unanswered questions.

"Why?" you whispered, your voice barely louder than a breath and it being the only thing you could bring yourself to say.

Kai took a deep breath, as if steeling himself for what he was about to say. 

“You probably don’t remember this, but in fifth grade there was this one time where our teacher had us grade each other’s spelling tests. She handed them out randomly and I remember being anxious because my handwriting isn’t the best and I assumed I didn’t do very well. Well when she handed them back, I saw that you graded mine. It was graded so cutely and your handwriting was like the opposite of mine that the contrast made me laugh. You left a little note on the bottom and it said “Good job Kai, you had nothing to be nervous about” with a cute little heart next to it. How you could tell I was nervous was beyond me, but I asked you and you said “you kept bouncing your leg while we were taking it and your handwriting looked messier than usual.” That’s when I decided I had a crush on you, you noticed little things, you were sweet and well- a pretty girl. You still are, you grew up beautiful.”

You were somehow even more stunned than before, the memory of fifth grade flooding back to you in a rush. You remembered well, he was the shy boy who always sat in the corner of the classroom during classes, his messy handwriting and nervous habits endearing to you even back then. As you sat there absorbing his words, Kai reached out tentatively to tuck a loose strand of hair behind your ear. Your heart skipped a beat as his touch lingered on your skin, the warmth radiating from his fingertips. 

"Kai... I..." you began, your voice wavering between apprehension and desire. 

Before you could finish, Kai's eyes met yours, filled with a mix of longing and vulnerability. He leaned closer, his breath warm against your cheek, and this time, when his lips touched yours, it wasn't brief or impulsive. Instead, it was slow, tender, and filled with years of unspoken feelings.

Your hands found their way to his face, gently cradling it as you returned the kiss, your thoughts forgotten in the warmth of his embrace. It was a moment that seemed to stretch on forever, yet it was over all too soon. 

“You don’t have to say anything,” he murmurs softly, his eyes never leaving yours.

“I know it was sudden and unexpected, and to me it was long overdue. It’s okay if you don’t feel the same way.”

You stared into Kai's eyes, your heart pounding in your chest. The warmth of his hands still lingering on your face. You had been holding your breath, unsure of how to respond. 

"Kai, I... I do feel the same way," you whispered.

It was true, you’ve always been fond of the boy. Though you chose to suppress your feelings for fear of being rejected or judged. Seeing the vulnerable side of him today alongside his confession, the walls you had built began to crumble. 

His eyes widened in surprise, and you could see relief wash over him in an instant. 

He pulled back, gently cupping your face in his hands, his thumbs tracing the outline of your cheekbones.

"Are you sure?" he asked, his voice barely more than a whisper.

You nodded, your eyes never leaving his.

"Yes, I'm sure."

His smile was slow and tentative, revealing a hint of disbelief and joy.

"Then, can I...?" He hesitated, his voice barely above a murmur.

You leaned in, your lips brushing against his once more. This time, there was no hesitation, no uncertainty. The kiss was a declaration of feelings long kept hidden, a promise of a future yet to be written. 

Kai gently pulled away, his eyes full of desire and tenderness, his fingers lightly grazing your cheek. 

“Let’s not rush into anything,” he said softly, his voice barely above a whisper. 

“I want to make sure this is what you truly want, and not just because of the moment.”

You understood his concern, and nodded, taking a deep breath. You needed to be sure of yourself, too.

“I understand,” you whispered, meeting his eyes. 

“Let’s take it slow, but I promise, I’m in this for the long haul.”

Kai smiled, a genuine and heartwarming smile that reached his eyes, making them sparkle. He stood up, holding out a hand for you. You took his hand, your fingers intertwining naturally with his, hands swaying back and forth as you walked out of the library together.

“Can I take you out?” he asked, hesitance still lingering in his voice.

“Like, out on a date?”

You smiled, the corners of your lips curling up in a grin. 

"I would love that." 

a/n: I'm sorry this took so long, I wasn't too sure where I was going with this honestly. But that’s the final part of my mini series! I had fun coming up with the prompts and then trying to bring them to life. I hope you enjoyed them ♡

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I love the 'monarch hotel' series

If I could shoot it directly into my veins like heroin I would

Well, here is your next fix!

The Monarch Hotel - Chapter 6: Milkweed

Story Summary -> How many times does Vigilante need to get injured before Harcourt finally gives in and hires a medic to help out with the squad's injuries? Far too many times, that's how many.

When it's uncovered that a fancy hotel is linked to, not only what's left of the legion of butterflies, but also a string of weird deaths and missing persons reports, the only two for the job are lovesick Adrian and the newbie.

Chapter 6: Milkweed Summary -> The Bardots' get dressed for dinner and come into contact with a substance called Milkweed. It's disgusting and mandatory, but that doesn't stop the pair from having a nice time dancing.

Tags -> Canon-Typical Violence, Gun Violence, Blood and Injury, Undercover as a Couple. Fluff, Idiots in Love, Fake/Pretend Relationship, Summer Vacation, Butterflies, Alien Invasion, Stitches, Weird Biology, Creep in a Bathroom, Aphrodisiacs, Date Rape Drug/Roofies, Drugging, Peeping, General Weirdness

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Once they'd managed to disentangle themselves from each other, Y/N and Adrian got ready for dinner. They'd wasted hours in bed. Wasted hours lay together in the quiet comfort of their hotel room. Wasted hours in each other's grasp. Because they needed it.

At two o'clock that day, they'd already had a wild fuckin one, and they had napped for most of the morning. So what if they neglected some of their work for a few hours of respite? Being drugged and creeped on was exhausting.

As Y/N was in the process of clipping her earrings in, Adrian exited the bathroom in nothing but a towel since he'd forgotten to bring his clothes in with him, and her mouth was forming a wolf whistle before she'd fully come to terms with the fact that her very sexy friend was half naked in her presence. Hell, why not lean into it? Why not inflate his ego a bit?

"Who is this sexy man before me?" she playfully cheered, her eyes raking over his dripping form very obviously, and she brought the back of her hand to her temple. "You've got me swooning, champ."

He turned fully bright red from the very tips of his ears to his freckled chest. He got so shy all of a sudden. He tried to hide his flushing cheek in his shoulder, but she'd already seen it and was enjoying everything that was presented to her.

"Baby, look at you blush!" she teased as she reached out to poke him in the chest. He was a furnace, the heat emitting from him was so intense that she couldn't resist the urge to press her palms against his skin to warm her room temperature hands to Adrian temperature. "You're red hot."

"I'm definitely red."

"You can say that again, hot stuff."

"Please stop being nice to me, I will get a boner."

Grinning at him like a maniac, Y/N rolled her eyes and shook her head, but did give him some space to breathe. He found his clothes and held them in a bundle over his crotch as he awkwardly backed himself into the bathroom because he'd been noticeably turned on from the moment she'd called him sexy and was so glad she either hadn't noticed it or chose not to mention it. He dressed quickly and he did have to admit, the clothes he'd hastily grabbed didn't exactly go together. He grabbed some navy dress pants, an orange and white striped shirt, and a green argyle vest.

It simply didn't work at all.

"No."

"What?" He hummed in confusion. "No what?"

"Take it off."

Y/N crossed the room and lifted his arms so she could guide him to take the sweater off. As soon as that garment was thrown in the general direction of their bed, she began undoing the buttons of his shirt.

"There's too much going on here," she commented, pushing the fabric from his shoulders casually.

So casually that Adrian was sure she wasn't aware of her effect on him, despite the fact she'd made fun of him a mere five minutes ago for the effect she was having on him. At this moment, to her, he was just a fashion problem to solve and not someone who'd spent the last few hours feeling her up. All Adrian did was watch in fascination as Y/N turned and surveyed the clothes Leota had packed for him. He stood there with his hands on his hips, just grinning to himself as she went about pulling the pieces from the suitcase one by one.

"You just wanted me shirtless again," he joked once he'd got the nerve to.

"Oh, I always want that."

With a chuckle, she finally found a white tank top and threw it at his face. "Put this on," she ordered, and obviously he obeyed. "Where did I put it? It was around here somewhere. Ah!"

The moment he'd gotten the vest over his head, she was guiding his arms into a slightly oversized beige shirt, doing the buttons up to about halfway, and rolling up the sleeves. Once a fancy-looking silver watch and belt were added, she stood back to evaluate, and fuck, he looked classy and effortless and so goddamned hot that Y/N unconsciously bit her lip as took in the image before her.

"This is better?"

"...Yeah," she breathed.

"You like?"

"I like." She averted her gaze to her feet. "Do you like my dress?"

She had picked a dark blue sundress that had a sweetheart neckline and came to just below her knee. That paired with the Jimmy choos and the delicate silver jewellery she'd added made her feel and look a million bucks.

"You, uh, you look really nice, Y/N," he answered. "Really, really pretty."

"Yeah?"

"Yeah, you're my pretty little wife," he tried to joke but there was a catch to his voice that he didn't think to hide - one that made him seem so boyish and vulnerable. "Never thought I'd get to call anyone my 'wife', especially not someone as nice as you."

Turning into a complete puddle at his confession, Y/N had no choice but to cradle his head so lovingly in her palms, her thumbs drawing circles against his just-shaved jaw. "You've been an excellent husband so far, just the best. Imagine if I had to do this mission with Chris... or John," she chuckled at the thought, "We'd be dead by now. So, thank you for being you and taking care of me like you do, and only you do. You are the only person capable of being my 'husband'."

"I...uh... I don't know what... People aren't... I mean, I've never... I don't... I don't know what to say."

"It's okay. You don't have to say anything."

Nodding his head, he pulled her close and buried his face in the crook of her neck, mumbling out a quiet, "John would fucking suck at this mission," that had Y/N laughing into his temple.

"No offence to John, but I guarantee that he's an awful kisser."

"He is." She waited for the explanation that he was dying to give. "He's an affectionate drunk, like, trying to stick his tongue down my throat kinda affectionate. Apparently, he needed to kiss his homies goodnight and was way too enthusiastic about it."

"Weird."

He pulled back to agree, "Really weird," and grin at her.

They held eye contact for a beat too long, his arms still around her waist, their noses an inch apart. His gaze dropped to her lips and he had to fight the urge to kiss her.

"We better go," she murmured, breaking the contact first and stepping back, but she'd only taken two steps away from him before she was rushing back to him.

Giving in, Y/N surged to snog the hell out of Adrian, who only had a second to register that he was being kissed before he was pushing her by the hips into the nearest wall, groaning and curling his hand into the back of her head so she wouldn't hit it against the concrete. His other hand cupped butt, pulling her closer as he rocked his pelvis against hers. It was a rough, urgent, possessive kiss that took everything he had to give, and even though he could feel his control slipping away, Adrian did eventually pull back and rest his forehead against hers.

"Sorry... sorry," he panted, a little embarrassed by how out of breath he was. "I got carried away and..."

His words trailed off when he got a good look at her face, which was flushed and beaming up at him, the grin on her face telling him that she didn't mind at all. Her lips were slightly parted and felt so soft when he brushed his thumb across them, causing a small groan to bubble up from his chest. He had to force himself to pull away, to let her go, to not drag her back to the bed and fuck the hell out of her.

"We should go," she said softly, then with a mischievous grin, added, "Before we make even more of a mess of my lipstick."

After a long, charged pause, Adrian let out a shaky chuckle as soon as Y/N began to wipe away any smudges of lipstick from his face. They were simply two idiots making excuses to touch each other's lips in any way they could, and they both knew it.

Y/N got halfway to the door before her hand reached behind for him to hold, and she only had to wiggle her fingers at him to know that he was going to do exactly what she wanted and follow after her, no matter what.

The walk to the dining hall itself was short, quiet, and filled with sneaky glances as each other, but their dinner was filled with conversation. Everyone they came across wanted to know about the newly married couple that arrived just this morning.

Apparently, word travels fast at The Monarch Hotel.

So, the pair painted fake smiles on and tried to remember all the names that had been thrown their way. It seemed the only pair that hadn't introduced themselves were their target and her partner. Queen Caroline and someone who was not her deceased husband hadn't moved from their seat the entire meal, not even looking out to the throng of other guests around them once.

"If you keep moving your hand up my thigh, I'm going to get another awkward boner. You're killing me here," Adrian whispered to Y/N during their lulls between conversations. Y/N had been taking the time to see what was going on with the Queen and was focused on that rather than where her hand was. She'd assumed that it was still innocently placed on his knee, yet that wasn't the case.

"Sorry champ," she whispered back with a slight giggle in her voice as her hand retreated back towards his knee, though she couldn't help but glance back up at his flushing face every now and again to take a peek.

Every single couple but one came up to them. All of them but Queen Caroline wasted their time on introductions and 'when was the last time you went skiing in the alps?' and 'isn't the caviar they serve here just delicious?' while the target sat there silently eating her food, refusing to acknowledge or respond to any of the other party guests' attempts at conversation.

All of them were all so fucking chirpy that it was unnerving. Aren't married people supposed to be miserable and hate each other? Or has every middle-aged male comedian been lying for the past thirty years? All these couples seemed so loved up, so happy and so damn... boring.

There seemed to be nothing wrong with them. They were rich. They were in love. They were happy. They were in paradise. They were fucking insufferable. It all seemed so fucking fake.

As the night wound down and most of the others had left for the after dinner mixer, the couple that the pair had bumped into when they first arrived appeared and sat in the seats opposite. "I hope you remember us from this morning?" the man asked, his smile so wide that Y/N was half convinced he'd been doused with the Joker's laughing gas.

"Oh! Of course!" Y/N smiled brightly at them, giving Adrian a little nudge. "How can I possibly forget? Steve and Sam, am I right?"

Steve and Sam nodded their heads in unison. "That's us," Sam said, smiling broadly at her. "Your dress is to die for, Syd. Can I call you Syd?"

"Please do. And this old thing? I've had it in the back of my closet for weeks now and, well, what better time than now to give it a spin?"

A long and way too pleasant compliment battle happened between Sam and 'Sydney' as their husbands sat there, just nodding along and watching with mild amusement and a few chuckles here and there. In his head, Adrian was trying to think of conversation starters but they were all too nerdy or downright too gross to say to this guy.

Peacemaker was easy to talk to. They'd talk about everything. From the time Chris witnessed somebody shit themselves when they were getting a tattoo and failed to mention it until the tattoo lady asked, "What is that smell?", to the time when Olivia Welch period blooded all over his brother Gut's white trousers when she had to sit on his lap cause there weren't enough car seats on the way to church one Sunday.

No matter how fucked up, Peace probably had experienced some way more fucked up so it was totally fine to say to him.

This guy? What has ever gone wrong in the rich asshole's life? Had he ever been period blooded on while dressed as a Backstreet Boy wannabe? Adrian fuckin' doubted it.

Soon, it was heavily implied that all of the guests should've been in the gigantic marquee outside so those remaining in the dining hall were not so subtly ushered there. It was white and filled with greenery and fairy lights and there were three ornate bars stocked with just about every alcohol you could ever need and a band on a raised platform. There wasn't any seating though, so everyone stood near each other chatting loudly about everything under the sun, waiting for something to begin.

Sparrow emerged and planted himself in the middle of the room with a tray of milky looking drinks on a platter and an excited glint in his eyes. "Everyone ready to party!?" He grinned widely at everyone, receiving several thumbs ups and cheers as one by one they took a glass from him. "Excellent. Let's get started!"

At his command, every person in the room took a shot, and immediately, music blared through the speakers and loud voices shouted in a jovial tone. The floor seemed to shake beneath everyone's feet and the entire crowd of strangers swayed to the music, laughing happily while having fun together.

Y/N and Adrian hadn't drunk theirs yet, and Sam kept shooting nervous looks at them. Her eyes shot between Sparrow and the Bardots, and when she noticed that neither of them looked like they were going to take a sip anytime soon, she pulled Y/N in to whisper, "Drink before they notice."

When Y/N heard her, she turned to stare back at her suspiciously before slowly drinking from the cup in front of her, grimacing at the strong taste of... she had no idea how to accurately describe it. Like the outside of a green bean but with the juice of an out of date peach? That was as close as she was going to get.

And since Y/N drank it, why wouldn't he? Adrian practically threw the concoction down his throat and wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, a disgusted expression on his face.

"You alright?" Steve asked as he nudged him, and as soon as Adrian nodded, he added, "You get used to it."

Yeah, it was gross but it hadn't altered them in any perceivable way so that was a small win, he guessed. He was just glad that they hadn't been roofied again since that happening twice in a day would be too much for his brain to handle.

"What was that?"

"I think they call it Milkweed."

"Like the flower?" Y/N asked, her voice rising to be heard over the music, and all Sam did was shrug.

Milkweed, the poisonous plant that caterpillars eat to retain the toxins that give them that bold orange colour on their wings in an effort to scream at predators 'Don't try to eat me, I'll kill you!' Should humans consume that? Absolutely not. Yet, they weren't feeling the nausea that they should've been so maybe it was just a name after all.

Before Y/N could rack her brain for whatever information she had stored in her brain, Sam was pulling her into the mass of dancing bodies and, luckily, as she felt the tug, her hand gripped onto Adrian's bicep and was yanking him along with her. His moves were goofy and mostly consisted of bouncing from foot to foot with some wavey hand gestures that seemed like they could be dance moves - or someone trying to hold a piss in - but he seemed to be having fun regardless so it was fine.

She couldn't have cared less about how stupid he looked. He was smiling, and that alone, relaxed her enough to not freak out about possibly just being poisoned (although, that was definitely something that needed to be looked further into). If it killed them, then so be it. At least they died happy.

Most of the guests danced to the upbeat tune that was blasting across the room from the bandstand in the corner, except for a select few of them, who were just standing around talking with various groups and talking with each other. Most of them didn't seem drunk and they weren't doing anything crazy but, then again, it was still early in the night and things might get more rambunctious as time went on.

For now, Y/N let her hips sway side to side to the beat of the song as Adrian tried to follow along, trying his damnedest to look as cool as possible. He'd never been a particularly good dancer but, hey, at least it gave him an excuse to dance next to a pretty girl. As expected, each song got progressively slower and slower and slower until the last few minutes of the night dragged on interminably as everyone eventually found themselves slow dancing with their partner or retreating back to their rooms.

Despite how much the pair wanted to hide away from these happy freaks, there was so much information that could be gleaned from just watching people let loose. Y/N had come to the conclusion that most, if not all of these couples, were in the same general 25-35 age range. Queen Caroline was the only woman who was an outlier in that regard.

The women around her were all different shapes, sizes and occupations - some were housewives, some were athletes, some were creatives, some were entrepreneurs, and others fell somewhere in between those lines - but the men were all the same.

All of them were fit. All of them had that kind of lean muscle body type. All of them were around 6 ft-ish. All of them were rich. All of them had pretty wives. All of them had less social capita than their pretty wives.

The Bardot cover story was that Sidney was the daughter of a decorated colonel and had become a well regarded paediatrician in her adult life - which purposely wasn't too far from the truth. Marty was a karate instructor and they'd met when she was asked to do first aid at a karate tournament, which is where their love story blossomed from. They'd put karate instructor down as a joke and, at the time, thought they'd change it to something more serious as the mission got closer. Obviously, that did not happen.

Women were the key to understanding what the fuck was going on here. Now that's goddamned feminism.

Adrian was just getting his groove on. He'd guessed Y/N was cracking something open in her mind since she got that far away look on her face that told him that she was deep in thought and he was going to have to take brunt of the 'acting that we're having a fantastic time' shtick.

Bringing her closer to his chest, Adrian rested his cheek on her hair as they swayed along to the slow, steady rhythm of the song, his arms wrapped around her waist as he held her against him. Y/N leaned into his chest like it was second nature, her body unconsciously melting into his like butter as her mind tried to process, sort through and explain everything she was hypothesising.

After a few minutes, she finally snapped back to reality and craned her neck upwards so that she could see Adrian's lips moving as he very quietly sang along to the song playing and Y/N just melted all over again. There was something so comforting about hearing his low baritone voice, something so tender and gentle and soft and borderline innocent.

What's that playing on the radio?

Why do I start swaying to and fro?

I have never heard that song before

But, if I don't hear it anymore

This guy was a bloodthirsty assassin? This guy was a loony? This guy was the psycho her sister warned her about? No way. This dude was a touch starved dork who was a complete sap when given the opportunity and security to do so.

It's still familiar to me

Sends a thrill right through me

Cause those chords remind me

Of the night that I first fell in love to

He was completely whipped for her, that much was obvious. If she asked him to wear a shirt with her face on it, he'd grab two from his wardrobe and ask which one she preferred.

Those magic changes my heart arranges

A melody that's never the same

A melody that's calling your name

It begs you please, come back to me

Please, return to me

It was almost as if he was singing her a lullaby, whispering sweet words into the crown of her head and brushing the back of her hair.

Don't go away again

Oh make thеm play again

The music I wanna hear is once again

You whispеr in my ear

Her chin propped itself on his peck, her fingers curling onto his shirt to ground herself as she gazed up at him.

Oh my darling

"You've watched Grease?" she whispered, raising an eyebrow.

"Yup," He replied softly with a shrug of his shoulder, chuckling nervously as he rubbed the back of his neck. "My Nana used to have a crush on John Travolta. We watched it every Saturday."

"I bet you know it word for word."

"I do. Nana used to find it very funny when I did my Danny Zuko impression."

"Oh, I have to see this now!"

In a flash, he was pretending to comb through his bouffant of hair, dramatically slinging on an imaginary leather jacket and he was pacing around her like a shark with a certain exaggerated swagger that she'd never seen before. She found herself holding back giggles, barely able to keep a straight face as he continued to strut about.

"That's cool, baby. I mean, you know how it is, rocking and rolling and whatnot," he mimicked the sleaze, making her snort loudly, before dropping it for a second to say, "Then you're supposed to say, 'Danny?!' in an offended Australian accent," and then the character immediately went back up.

"Danny?!"

"That's my name, don't wear it out."

Some more general Zuko-isms were performed before her eyes before Y/N was laughing hysterically at him and his downright atrocious accent while her hands flew up to wipe away the tears streaming down her cheeks. He'd even attempted some kind of blue steel type facial expressions to imitate Danny as best he could. Her fingers playfully moulded the skin of his cheeks, pushing them in so his lips would pucker like a fish.

"Gimme a kiss, Mrs Bardot," Adrian teased, still in Travolta mode. "It's like a fucked up Princess and the Frog - if you give me a smooch, I'll turn into a scientologist."

"Not likely," she said through her chuckles. Yet, Y/N would know how much he would whine if she didn't give in. Plus, she wanted to give in. So, throwing caution to the wind and leaning forward, his fish mouth met hers in an enthusiastic, somewhat sloppy but nonetheless sweet kiss.

"We could go back to our room if you want?" Y/N began, although she did instantly follow up by taking his hands and placing them on her waist, "Or we could stay and dance some more?"

His answer was obvious. His hands clutched onto the fabric at her hips and he pulled her closer to him. As he pressed himself into her even tighter, she instinctively wrapped her arms around his neck and leaned up, tilting her head ever so slightly backwards until their noses touched. Her lips parted gently and his hand slipped off of her waist and slowly travelled upwards to cup of her cheek, his thumb gently stroking her cheekbones as he stared into her eyes.

"This is what I think Prom would've been like," Adrian breathed, gazing deeply at Y/N before pressing their foreheads together and closing his eyes. "I didn't go so I don't really know if that's accurate or not, but I've watched movies."

"You've watched movies?" she parroted back to him, a chuckle following her words.

"Yeah, a lot of 'em'." Adrian bumped his nose into hers. "And in all the coming of age teen movies, they dance like this at Prom so I assume the real thing is somewhat similar. Is it?"

"I don't know. Nobody asked me so I didn't go."

Shock permeated through Adrian's being.

"They didn't?" he repeated, his voice an appalled whisper. "That's insane! If I had the chance back then, yeah, I bet I would've tried. Maybe not succeeded. But I would've tried to ask you to Prom, would've done the whole cringe over the top promposal as well if I had the opportunity... But I didn't, obviously."

Y/N felt incredibly warm. Like, super warm. Not in the sickening, sweaty, sex way, but more in a nice, cozy, holy fuck I think I might be in love with him, happy way. It was weird. Really fucking weird and totally different to anything she'd experienced in her relationship before, which was saying something considering all she'd been through.

"Oh, you wouldn't have wanted to go with me. I had braces and I had these glasses that were just so huge on my face and I was seriously pimple covered - I used to keep Proactiv in my backpack cause I always needed to reapply - and my style back then, jesus -"

"Y/N," Adrian interrupted, pulling away slightly and staring straight into her eyes. "You would've been you, so yes, I would've been so insufferably into you. Like I am now, and probably always will be." His tone turned softer, a small smile tugging at the corners of his mouth. "I think I would've considered murdering Chris if he got to come here with you instead of me. John I could threaten with bodily harm and he'd run away with his tail between his legs, but Peace? Probably would've had to fight him."

He snorted at his own joke but then he paused for a second, letting out a short, humourless laugh, as if trying to hide how desperately he was waiting for her to say something else or tell him to stop making stupid jokes or something, but nothing came except for a giggle, which caused his shoulders to rise higher than they had already, as a goofy grin broke across his face.

They just stood there, simply smiling at each other for a moment, neither feeling the need to say anything to fill up the void between them. Neither sure what to make of their current situation, let alone where exactly it was headed next, because frankly, they hadn't given it much thought. All they knew for sure is that they were both enjoying themselves despite all the cult weirdness going on around them; they were enjoying the fact they were finally getting what they both desired most of all: each other.

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(SHORT) Supporting Sunghoon During En O`Clock

Genre: Fluff

The set was buzzing with activity as you stepped onto the En O'Clock filming location. Sunghoon, your boyfriend, had invited you to witness the behind-the-scenes of their latest episode. The Enha boys were in full swing, preparing for their shoot. The atmosphere was electric, filled with laughter, music, and the occasional shout of excitement.

As you walked onto the set, Sunghoon was engrossed in a conversation with Jake and Jay. He turned around, and the moment his eyes met yours, his face lit up with a radiant smile that could rival the sun. The other boys, quick to notice the sudden change in Sunghoon's demeanor, exchanged knowing glances and mischievous smiles.

Sunoo nudged Heeseung and whispered, "Look at Sunghoon, guys. I think someone special just walked in." The others chuckled, and Ni-ki raised an eyebrow, shooting a playful grin towards Sunghoon.

The director called for everyone to take their positions as the cameras started rolling. Sunghoon, however, couldn't help but steal glances in your direction. Your seat behind the camera, looking radiant and supportive, distracted him more than he anticipated. Each time his eyes met yours, he found himself grinning involuntarily, forgetting his lines momentarily.

Jake noticed Sunghoon's distraction and chuckled. "Someone's got a fan in the audience," he teased, earning a playful punch from Sunghoon.

The shoot continued, and despite Sunghoon's occasional slips, the boys managed to finish the episode. The director called for a break, and the boys gathered around, sharing laughs and high-fives. Sunghoon, however, excused himself, claiming he needed some fresh air.

With the excuse of getting some water, Sunghoon made his way towards you, the smile still lingering on his face. He approached, and before you could say anything, he engulfed you in a tight hug, whispering, "I missed you."

You couldn't help but smile, feeling the warmth of his embrace. "I missed you too. How's filming going?"

Sunghoon sighed, his eyes filled with adoration. "It's going well, but I can't focus when you're sitting there, looking all pretty and distracting."

You chuckled, running your fingers through his hair. "I'm just here to support you, silly."

He pulled away slightly, cupping your face with his hands. "Well, you're doing an excellent job at it. I love you."

"I love you too," you replied, and he sealed the sentiment with a sweet kiss. The other boys, witnessing the affectionate exchange, erupted in cheers and whistles, teasing Sunghoon once again.

As the day continued, you stayed by Sunghoon's side, watching the magic unfold on set.

When the final scene wrapped up, Sunghoon led you towards the group, his hand firmly entwined with yours. The boys erupted in cheers again, applauding the couple. Sunghoon, unperturbed by the teasing, held you close, proud to have you by his side.

As the boys piled into the company car after the shoot, you found yourself sitting next to Sunghoon. He seamlessly interlaced his fingers with yours, a subtle yet affectionate gesture that felt like second nature to both of you. The car was filled with laughter and chatter, the energy infectious as everyone basked in the afterglow of a successful shoot.

Jungwon, Heeseung, and Jay, who occupied the row in front of you, turned around and caught sight of your intertwined hands. Their grins widened as they exchanged glances, clearly thrilled by the adorable display of affection.

Heeseung nudged Jungwon, his eyes sparkling with amusement. "Looks like our Ice Prince has melted, huh?"

Jungwon chuckled, leaning back to get a better view. "About time. It's heartwarming, though. Sunghoon's always so focused and composed, but with Y/n, he's a completely different person."

Sunghoon, overhearing the banter, felt his cheeks flush. He tried to play it cool, but the subtle smile on his face betrayed his embarrassment. "Alright, alright, tease me all you want. It's not a big deal."

Heeseung grinned mischievously. "Not a big deal? Dude, you're holding hands in the company car. That's practically shouting from the rooftops!"

You couldn't help but laugh at their playful banter, feeling the warmth of Sunghoon's hand in yours. Sunghoon, though slightly flustered, leaned in and kissed your cheek, a silent acknowledgment of the joy you brought into his life.

The car ride continued with laughter, jokes, and shared stories. Sunghoon, despite the teasing, couldn't wipe the smile off his face.

As the car pulled up to the company building, Sunghoon reluctantly released your hand, preparing to exit the vehicle. Jungwon, Heeseung, and Jay exchanged knowing glances again, this time offering genuine smiles.

Jungwon patted Sunghoon on the back. "You know, Sunghoon, it's refreshing to see you so happy. Don't let go of what makes you smile."

Sunghoon nodded, his eyes filled with gratitude. "I won't. Thanks, guys."

As you all stepped out of the car, the boys surrounded you, offering warm goodbyes and expressing their excitement for the next time you would visit. Sunghoon, once again by your side, beamed with pride and affection.

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Maid cafe's ˗ˋˏ ♡ ˎˊ˗ (PT. 5)

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Toji fushiguro x F!Reader

(Black female reader)

Context - You're still feeling a bit embarrassed about what happened between you and Toji on the beach but your friends decide to drag you out to a local bar to help ease you.

CW - unprotected sex, fingering, oral (f.receiving.),

Part 4←→Part 6(coming soon)

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You weren't sure how you'd managed to let your friends convince you but here you were, all dressed up in a revealing light pink dress with a deep v cut, your back bare while your chest was covered with a gold necklace that hung teasingly between your breasts, a few inches added to your height from your heels.

you're lucky you took time taking nice pictures to add to your different social medias because not that would be impossible. You'd only had 2 beers and a few shots of vodka but now you were tipsy, stumbling when you walked from the bar to your table.

"Sheesh, y/n. We'll have to cut you off for the night if you fall again." Ada smirked, gulping down her alcoholic contents.

You immediately shook your head. They always babied you when you all went out because of your low alcohol tolerance. "'m fine!" You slurred, rubbing your eyes as you set your drink down.

"Mhm..." Diane sighed, her eyes traveling around the crowded area before they lit up. "Damn. Five o'clock!"

You and Ada looked to the left and saw a group of guys stood near the bar, some nudging each other when they saw you guys had noticed their lingering stares.

You hummed, sitting down before bringing your glass to your lips, eyes moving from them.

"cute but not totally my type."

"Uh-huh. They're not over 6ft and have deep green eyes and a weirdly seductive scar over their lip?" Diane teased.

You rolled your eyes, taking a long sip of your drink to hide your flushed face.

"Five o'clock is coming-" Ada quickly warned and before you had time to look over they'd reached your table.

"Hey there," one of them smiled, all of them grabbing chairs to pull up to your table.

"Hi.... You are?" Diane asked, acting as if she hadn't seen them all basically eye fucking you all just minutes ago.

"Daniel. These are my friends, Vincent and Ren....we saw you all drinking by yourselves a while ago. Decided to make some introductions."

You all nodded mindfully, meeting each others eyes a few times before they called for a waiter, Diane leaning over to you, whispering.

"I guess you're glad you wore the secret material now?"

You glared at her before looking down at your outfit, uncomfortably shuffling your thighs as the new company placed an order of drinks for you all.

You mentally slapped yourself for agreeing to this afterall.

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Toji walked out of his bathroom, ruffling a towel over his head before annoyingly looking at Geto and Gojo who were sat on his couch, eyes glued on either their phones or the TV.

"Why are you guys here again?" He asked, throwing the towel onto the bed before walking to his unorganized suitcases, digging through them to find some sweats to put on.

"Well, we're bored," Gojo put it simply, whistling as he looked through his phone. "Looks like the girls are having more fun than we are."

Toji raised a brow. "What're you talking bout?"

"On y/n and Diane's insta. They posted some selfies and videos an hour ago...." Gojo hummed, still looking through the pictures.

Toji walked over, snatching the phone from Gojo which resulted in him shooting a glare his way. Toji's eyes widened. You looked breathtaking as always and he was surprised he hadn't even asked for your social media.

Toji held his breath once he gave you a detailed look over. The tight dress hugging you amazingly, showing off your curves and hips, your face caked in light makeup as you smiled at the camera.

"Where the hell did they go?"

Gojo shrugged.

"Some popular bar down the road.." Gojo yawned, taking his phone from Toji. "You aren't thinking of ruining their fun are you?"

Toji shrugged before moving over to his suitcases, this time looking for jeans and a shirt, throwing the clothes over to his bed.

"Course I'm not tryna ruin their fun...but we can go out for a few drinks can't we?"

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"Come on, one more drink?" One of the guys teased, pushing a large glass into your hand.

You'd been here for about another thirty minutes and we're already contemplating pretending to be sick to try to wriggle your way out of here.

"Nono-" Diane lightly pushed the glass. "Y/n's had her fill for the night."

You gave her a relieved smile and she returned the gesture.

Vincent however wasn't happy about it but decided to leave you be.

"So you're a college girl?" He asked.

You just hummed, too bored with the conversation. You glanced over at Diane and Ada who were being entertained by the other two guys.

Vincent continued asking questions but your eyes were locked on the entrance of the bar, surprised when you saw a dark haired man with a white haired man by his side.

Gojo and Toji.

You were confused but quickly looked away when Vincent tried to look at who had caught your attention so easily.

"You know em?" He asked, voice closer then before which made you turn to him quickly, his face a good five inches from yours.

"No... Thought I saw a friend.." you lied, nails tapping against the hard wood table.

Vincent definitely wasn't convinced but you didn't care as much, instead excusing yourself so you could go to the bathroom.

Whilst walking by the bar, you looked around, trying to find toji or Gojo but your attempts were useless since they were nowhere to be seen.

You stepped into the bathroom, letting the cold water run over your hands as you took deep breaths.

You needed to get out of here. But you didn't want to leave your friends. Especially with those guys and with how drunk they're getting.

You looked at yourself in the mirror, biting your lip before turning off the tap, quickly drying your hands before walking out. Before you could get to the main area, a large hand slipped around your waist, dragging you towards a hard chest. Your first thought was to scream but you smelt a familiar husky cologne brush against your nose.

"Tojj?" You whispered, unsure on if the alcohol In your system was playing tricks on you or not.

"Yeah...'s just me sweetheart."

You sighed in relief, looking up to see his dark eyes boring into yours.

"How'd you find us here?"

He hummed, looking away for a while before returning to your eyes.

"Well. Your Instagram pictures were a big hint."

Your face warmed when you realised Gojo must've seen them first.

"Where's Gojo?"

"Dunno. Might've crashed your little party. You know those guys?"

You let out a huff of air, turning around in toji's arms, his eyes pervertedly moving to your chest.

"No. just some random guys who can't flirt for shit." You trailed off, avoiding toji's gaze.

"Not surprised..."

Toji's eyes tailed over you again, you looked even better in person.

"Wanna go back?"

You looked at him and then at the crowd of people down the hall.

"Yeah but I can't just leave Ada and Diane here with them."

" 's fine... Gojo"ll take care of them. They're probably on their way back already."

You were confused at what Toji meant, moving over to the main area to peek at where your table was, only to see three guys you were with sat alone, their faces annoyed and dejected.

"Where did they-"

"Told you...I got it under control. Now C'mon."

Toji dragged you through the back entrance, without giving you time to question anything. Once you were both outside, you took in breaths of fresh air whilst trying to keep up with toji's large steps.

"Toji wait-"

He stopped abruptly, making you bump into his back.

"Somethin' wrong?"

"My feet hurt-" you whined, looking up at him, your glossy lips lightly pouting.

He looked down at your feet before meeting your eyes.

"Take em off."

You quickly took off your shoes and Toji picked them up before bending down, his arms holding behind your legs before pulling you over his shoulder, making you huff out in surprise.

"this better?"

You shuffled a bit, your ass wiggling lightly against the side of toji's face, his hand twitching in response.

"Yeah..."

⎯⎯ ☾⎯⎯

Toji sighed, placing you onto your bed. He was surprised at how easily you got tired on the way back.

He planned on leaving you to sleep but your hand grabbed lightly at his shirt.

"Wait- you aren't gonna....help me out of this?"

Toji glanced back at you, your elbows propping you up whilst you lightly tilted your head. By now most of the alcohol had left your system, remnants being added to your confidence.

"The... Dress?"

You nodded, smiling at his reaction.

"It is tight afterall..."

Toji turned, your gaze on him never leaving as you sat up properly, waiting for Toji to make the first move. You held your breath once toji's hands moved your braids over your shoulder his hands moving behind you to slide your zipper down with ease, pulling the thin straps down your arms. Toji's eyes got stuck on your chest as he saw the white lace corset that hugged your figure seductively.

You bit the inside of your cheek as toji continued staring, laying back against the pillows.

"Gonna make me take the rest off by myself?" You questioned, catching his attention.

Toji's hands continued pulling your dress further, your hips raising to let him pull it further, revealing white lace underwear you'd worn. He let it fall down your legs, landing on the floor as Toji's eyes raked over your form.

Guess you could thank Diane for this idea.

"D'yu like it?" You asked, toji's eyes still fixed on your figure.

"More than like, sweetheart -" Toji commented, his hand moving down to your thighs, his hand lightly spreading your legs. "Want me to show you much I do?"

You nodded a bit too eagerly, a smirk on toji's lips. He spread your legs further, a thumb moving over your clothed sex, applying pressure to your clit that had you squirming.

"Toji- don't tease me,"

He hummed lightly, tugging the material to the side to see your pussy glistening with arousal, your hole clenching around nothing.

"Already so needy?" Toji observed, his thumb moving through your folds, gathering your arousal before bringing it to his lips, your whimper making his dick twitch with need. "So fuckin', sweet."

"Toji, please,"

He knew what you wanted but this wasn't enough.

"Tell me what you want and I'll give it to you.."

Your teeth sunk into your bottom lip, your eyes trailing away from him. Toji's hand cupped your chin, forcing you to look back at him.

"C'mon," toji urged.

"Want....your tongue... please,"

Toji smirked harder, releasing your face before positioning himself between your thighs.

"Since you asked so nicely.."

Toji laid on the bed, ripping the material of your panties. You barely had a chance to complain before his tongue was venturing through your wet folds, an almost pornagraphic moan leaving your lips whilst your back arched, your hands fisting the sheets. Toji's ego only grew at your lewd moans, savouring your delightful taste as your thighs clamped around his head, one of your hands moving to grab his hair.

"Toji, ah! Shitt, feels so good-" you whined, your hips lightly rocking against his face whilst Toji sucked against your clit, his eyes never leaving your face.

He swirled his tongue over your clit a few more times before moving lower, teasing your entrance pushing his tongue into you, his fingers moving to rub your aching bud. Your legs shook, broken moans filling your room whilst you focused on the hot pleasure building in your stomach.

"Toji, 'm so close," you groaned, head falling against the pillows whilst your hands gripped his hair tighter.

The pain from your hands was high but it only fuelled into his pleasure, his dick painfully hard and grinding against the sheets, his mouth continuing to please you as you continued letting out pretty moans that encouraged him to continue. Toji's tongue moved from your entrance, replacing them with his fingers, which slid into you with ease, curling up against your sweet spot.

Before you could register what had even happened, you felt your body tensing, a loud moan leaving your lips as your orgasm rushed over you, your hips rocking against his fingers, riding out your orgasm.

Toji's fingers left you after your hips stilled, his tongue gliding over your clit that made you whimper.

"Wait, ahh, toji wait.."

He paused his movements, looking up at your tired face.

"I want you... Please-"

Toji wanted to continue delving into his meal but decided to save it for another day, instead listening to what you wanted, moving away from your heat to pull down his pants, his eyes never leaving yours.

Once he was out of his clothes, your eyes flickered down to his dick that stood alert, his tip leaking with need. Your confidence disappeared once you realised that THAT would be going inside you. He was fucking huge.

"Something wrong sweetheart?" Toji asked teasingly. He knew he was big and loved seeing reactions he was given when anyone was given the luxury of catching a glimpse of what he had hidden.

"You're... Big." Was all you could manage to say as you watched him spread his precum over his length.

Toji chuckled, lining himself up with your entrance, holding your hips once he noticed you trying to move away from his tip nudging against you.

"Don't worry, I'll go slow for ya-"

Toji suddenly pushed himself in, a loud groan being forced out of you.

Toji grunted, teeth sinking into his lip as he tried to wrap his head around how good you felt, your walls clamp around him needily.

"Fuck, that.... Wasn't slow- you dick-" you panted, your nails digging into toji's shoulders whilst he chuckled.

"Sorry, princess," toji sighed, trying to hold himself back, his orgasm threatening to roll over if he wasn't too careful. He continued to feed you, inch by inch, watching as you struggled to take him, your eyes watering whilst your mouth hung open. Toji's hips finally rolled against yours and you looked to see his length had finally disappeared into you.

"Shit. Took me so well." Toji praised. "Being such a good girl for me,"

Toji pulled out before slamming his hips back into you, his tip kissing your cervix. It didn't take long before Toji had you moaning dumbly on his dick, curses and incoherent moans leaving you as your eyes threatened to roll back, your back arching upwards whilst Toji leaned down to tug at your corset, your breasts spilling out, bouncing with each deep thrust he gave you.

"Pussy's so tight," toji groaned, his head tipping back lightly before he picked up his pace, his large hands pawing at your breasts. "Gonna suck me dry, hm?"

"Fuck, Toji- Your dicks so, ah- so good," you rambled, your hands raking down his arms. "Harder, please-"

Toji angled himself differently, his tip pressing snugly against your sweet spot. His thrusts abused that area, making your moans louder and probably known to anyone in close rooms. Toji's hand grabbed one of your legs, throwing it over his shoulder, your breath almost leaving your lungs as his thrusts almost made your eyes cross.

Toji smirked lightly, knowing you've definitely never had dick this good. He bottomed out, rolling his hips against yours before pulling out, making you whine.

"Shh, you're ok." Toji quieted you. "On your hands and knees."

You obeyed almost immediately, arching your back needily, your hands moving to spread your soaked folds.

"Please, give it to me-" you begged, sighing at the feel of toji's calloused hand slide over your ass, squeezing your flesh.

How could Toji resist? He lined himself up with you, bottoming out in one hard thrust, your body jolting forwards. Toji moaned, feeling your walls hungrily suck him in as he fed you thrust by thrust, the tight band in your stomach threatening to snap with each push of his hips, toji's gaze locked on the alluring recoil of your ass.

"Toji-" you moaned, barely able to get any words out but Toji knew all too well once he felt your clench tightly around him.

" 's fine, princess. C'mon, cum on my cock-"

You whimpered, pushing your hips back to meet his hips, chasing your orgasm with need. Luckily, it only took a few more thrusts before your orgasm washed over, a strangled groan leaving your throat. Toji grunted at the feeling of your needy pussy hugging him tightly. He wanted so badly to spill his cum deep inside of you. For you to milk him for all his worth. But he couldn't. Not yet.

Toji pulled out of your heat, rubbing over himself a few times before spilling copious amounts of his seed onto your lower back, panting heavily. Your body slumped forwards, laying flat on your stomach whilst trying to catch your own breath.

You used almost all the energy left to look back at him, your eyes heavily lidded.

"Fuck," toji groaned, looking at how he'd decorated your back with his seed.

You sat up after a while, looking over your shoulder to see Toji already staring at you.

"Should get you cleaned up, hm?"

You nodded. "You too.. You're all sweaty,"

Toji just hummed in agreement, leaning towards you to scoop you into his arms.

"Alright then, princess."

Toji carried you to the bathroom, running a bath for you both before helping you clean up, carefully massaging your hips whilst whispering how good you were for him, both of you dry each other off before you rested against each other tiredly. It didn't take long before Toji fell asleep, his arm resting heavily over you as he held you close against him. You were about to do the same before your phone buzzed on the bedside table.

You reached over for it, eyes squinting at the bright light before you clicked on the latest message that was in your friends gc.

"Geez, y/n, I know you were having a great time but keep your moans lower!"

You felt your cheeks heat up, remembering how Diane's room was across from yours.

Guess you were in for a lot of teasing tomorrow.

˗ˋˏ ♡ ˎˊ˗

⎯⎯ ୨ ୧ ⎯⎯

[psychologicalwarclaire]

Donnie and no. 30

:]

Donnie + Dangerous Temperatures

Donnie hadn't kept his eye on the dark clouds on the horizon, like he'd promised Raph. Donnie hadn't remembered to bring a coat, like he'd promised Leo. And Donnie didn't 'get home soon' like he'd promised Mikey.

The first flakes of snow drifted down right in front of his nose, landing on the heap of junk he was currently perched on.

"Shoot," he cursed. Glancing up, he saw that the clouds above the electric lights if Repo's yard were much too dark for five o'clock, even at this time of year.

A sudden gust of wind whistled through the mountains of scrap. Donnie's feet-- already rather numb from being without shoes in November-- slid out from under him.

Fortunately, he didn't fall far.

Unfortunately, something caught his fall.

Donnie's legs punched through a precariously placed sheet of metal. Reduced though the feeling was, he could still feel shards of metal tearing up his calves. He couldn't stop the scream that leapt from his throat. It echoed through the silent scap yard.

The only thing that moved was the thickening deluge of snow.

Okay... he thought, quelling his panic. This is fine... I just need to-- need to--

Until another gust ripped through the yard. Donnie's only warning was a creak, the screech of metal on metal, and a sudden shadow on the dull sheet around his legs.

Pops of color exploded in front of his eyes as pain did likewise upon his cranium.

Everything

went

dark

----

The first thing he noticed was a distant rattling sound.

The next thing that he noticed was the cold pressure, soaking into his bones.

The last thing he noticed was the pain.

As soon as Donnie became aware of these things, they all increased tenfold. He cracked his eyes open.

The rattling came from himself. His jaw was sore from chattering. Donnie shivered intensely enough that the metal sheet he was slumped over practically vibrated. Metal sheet...

Ah yes. The one trapping his legs. Come to think of it, they hurt quite a lot. As did his head. He tried to sit up.

He couldn't.

Donnie's cheek and hands were stuck to the metal. Of course. Why not. Frozen in place.

A layer of snow covered the rest of him, maybe a few inches thick. Raph said the storm coming was supposed to drop a few feet. And by the looks of it, the blizzard would only worsen. If Donnie didn't move he would be buried.

With immense pain and immediate regret, Donnie tugged his face off the metal. The whipping snow stung what was surely torn skin. His hands came off more easily. Not because they were less frozen or less painful, but because they were almost entirely numb.

Tearing his legs from the metal was agony. The snow around him was immediately stained with deepening crimson.

Numb yet still wracked with pain, Donnie toppled down the rest of the pile, crashing all the way. The snow already drifting at the bottom did nothing to cushion him.

Donnie moaned, shivering so much he couldn't even see straight. Finally free, fear settled over him like the snow. There was no way he could walk back to the Lair. And with visibility of about ten feet and unknown wind speeds, flying with his battleshell was entirely out of the question.

But there was frostbite. And hypothermia. And likely a concussion. And the possibility of bleeding out.

Donnie was dead either way.

The thought hit him so hard he would have sat down had he not already been sprawled on the ground. He legitimately might freeze to death.

He needed to find shelter... or... or something...um... where was he...?

Distantly, he registered that confusion was a symptom of hypothermia.

Oh. Oh no.

I'll be a purple popsicle by the time my brothers find me...

Donnie began to chuckle. Desperation, terror, and probably hysterica bubbled out of him in laughter. And he couldn't stop, gasping and choking on his mad cackles. The next thing he knew he was sobbing. Howling lost to the wind, but crying all the while.

He sobbed again. The tears were blissfully warm on his cheeks.

Donnie curled up into the tightest ball he could. He couldn't keep his eyes open.

As the weight of snow piled up on top of him, he could almost hear someone calling his name in the distance.

He thought he saw a blue figure sprinting his way.

And he fell into icy darkness.

[invisibleraven]

I’m not annoyed that’s just my face. and Carrie/Anyone?

“Honey I’m home!” Flynn called, slamming the door behind her and tossing her keys in the bowl. Kicking off her fashionable boots and sighing with relief.

Looking good took effort and sometimes came with aching feet. She wondered if she could convince Carrie to rub them in exchange for Flynn making some of her patented chocolate chip cookies.

Speaking of whim, Flynn got to the kitchen and stopped short at the pinched expression on Carrie's face. "Oh fuck, I forgot about soft doors again, babe, sorry."

"What?" Carrie asked.

"You looked annoyed, so I figured it was about me slamming the door," Flynn explained.

"Well I mean, I do hate when you do that," Carrie said. "But I'm not annoyed, that's just my face."

Flynn crossed her arms at that. "Carrie, I've known you for literally your whole life, and have been your partner for nearly half of it. I know your faces, and that my sweet, is your annoyed face. So what gives?"

Carrie sighed and slumped her shoulders, letting Flynn gather her into a hug. "Long day. Didn't kick as much ass or take as many names as I thought I would."

Flynn thought on it for a moment and then rolled her eyes playfully. "Didn't get a perfect score on your essay?"

"No!" Carrie fumed. "She took off points for the font Flynnie! The font!"

"Told you Calibri was a bad choice and to stick with Times..." Flynn whistled. "But that can't be all, come on, tell me what's really got a bee in your bonnet."

"She found some really obvious, stupid mistakes that I should have caught. Made me feel two feet tall when she pointed them out. Like why didn't I catch that and I expected better."

Flynn hissed at that last one. Carrie held herself at sich a high standard already, so many people around her did the same, forgetting she was human. Tus when she made small foibles, or messed up, they let their expectations loose, and if Carrie Wilson hated anything, it was disappointing people.

Especially herself.

Flynn grabbed a hold of her cheeks and held them firm in her palms, forcing Carrie to look at her. "Babe you slaved over that essay, up to ass o'clock in the Am finishing it. You were exhausted as hell and burnt to a crisp when editing it. So yeah, you made a few tiny errors, but did that old bat have any criticisms with the content?"

"No," Carrie said, her voice small.

"She's probably grading on a fucking curve or something and needed some reason to knock you down," Flynn said. "This doesn't affect your GPS, hell it won't really do anything to your overall grade. Don't let that women's insults reflect on your brilliance yeah?"

"Okay," Carrie said, smiling sweetly.

"There's the face I love," Flynn whispered, bringing Carrie in for a tender peck. "Listen it sounds like you've had a hell of a day beating yourself up. How about we pig out on wings and beer, watch something mindless and I make your face do the thing it does when it's blissed out and sated?" She waggled her eyebrows at that, making Carrie giggle.

"I'd like that-but can we get like five gallons of ranch to go with it? I nearly burnt my mouth off with the firecracker flavour last time," Carrie requested.

"My little daredevil, of course we can," Flynn replied, and took out her phone to start ordering.

Later, bellies full, minds blissed out, and some Ghibli playing on the television, Flynn looked down at Carrie, who was slumbering on her shoulder, and wearing her absolute favourite expression on her face. Total contentment.

[myimaginaryradio]

I've Been Working Too Hard - Southside Johnny w/ Jon Bon Jovi - 1991

[adelemadouce]

A House in Heaven

My tongue hurt. From kissing too much. From kissing too wildly. From saying a thousand times "Je t'aime!"

I think he was the happiest Emperor in the world that morning. I don't know how many Emperors there were, but Napoléon was the happiest! It was only six o'clock in the morning, we had hardly slept on our first night of love. I no longer knew how many times we had made love, the Emperor had given me a good load several times, he was a wonderful lover! I think he surprised himself by that. I was also surprised at the wonderful pleasures my body could give me. I confessed my amazement to the Emperor. "Chérie, I'm truly honored to be able to show you the most beautiful side of life, but with your sweet peach it's really not difficult for me." I kissed the tip of his nose. "But no other man could do it like you, Sire!" Then he kissed the tip of my nose. "You have no comparison." I placed my hand on his loins. "I will never need any comparison!" We made love twice more. I was completely exhausted and more blissfully tired than I had ever been in my life. The Emperor was still aroused. When his valet, Monsieur Wairy, suddenly appeared at the door, the Emperor first asked for a cloak, which he wrapped himself in, naked as he was. I would have loved to admire him in his state once more, but instead he put his hand behind my neck and pulled my face up to his. "Tonight...again at five! I can't stay the night, but I have to see you, Adèle!" He kissed me hard to make me realize that he wanted me so much. "Duroc will pick you up later and take you home. Look around the house and tell him what comforts are missing. You women have a better eye for that." The Emperor pointed his finger at the wall at the head of the bed. "I would like a mirror on the wall!" He chuckled, turned around and left. Down in the entrance hall I heard the Emperor whistling. Yes, I had made Emperor Napoléon happy!

I stayed in bed until it got light. Then I quickly got dressed and braided my hair. I pulled my cape over my shoulders and stepped into my shoes. I was now curious and wanted to know where I was. The candles were burned down, the fires out, the bed was in disarray, and there was no one else in the house but me. I looked out the windows and saw nothing but trees and hedges. The house had a park, which bordered other gardens. I saw the roofs of other villas. But no people! It seemed to be a very quiet area. Then finally the Grand Marshal arrived. I opened the door for Duroc and let him enter with a smile. "Your Excellency, I keep asking myself where I am?" He did not take off his bicorne hat. I saw the gold buttons of his field uniform. "We are in the Allée des Veuves, Madame, not far from the Champs Élysée. Yes, I know, it's quite rural, but the Emperor likes it. And? How do you like it, Adèle?" I looked at him. Duroc was freshly shaven and his hair were neatly curled; he was a young and handsome man. I put my hand under his arm as if he were my husband. "It's like heaven, as if I had wings, Your Excellency...can't you see that?" Duroc cleared his throat and I had to laugh. "The Emperor told me that we should both take care of the furnishing of the house. The Emperor wants a large mirror above the bed. Has he already told you this, Your Excellency? No?! Well...then you now know what the Emperor wants." Poor guy! He actually blushed and I had to laugh even more.

I stroked his arm in a friendly manner. "Come on, Your Excellency, let's see what we want to improve!" I wanted a warmer atmosphere for the house. More carpets, furs in front of the fireplaces, paintings of rugged landscapes. "The Emperor loves the Nordic mythology (the Empress had told us that!), I would like some paintings from Ireland." And I already knew with whom I would choose these pictures! I hadn't seen Moira for a long time, I missed her, especially considering that she was the only one I could confide in. With our love for the Bonaparte brothers, Moira and I had something very close. I had to write to her as soon as possible. As we stood in the bedroom, Duroc discreetly looked over the disheveled bed and made a note in a notebook. "A Venetian mirror would be very nice," I remarked. Then I looked at him. "May I ask a question?" Duroc looked up from his notebook. He frowned when he heard my question. "Was Madame de Vaudey my predecessor...here?" He closed the booklet. "No. She was never here. The First Consul met Mademoiselle George, the actress, here a few times." I was more than relieved. "Ohh, the greek goddess on the painting...yes, the famous Mademoiselle George! She's a great actress, isn't she?" I put my hand under Duroc's arm again. "It would be nice if Your Excellency would take me home now. I must recover, for I shall see the Emperor again this evening." He led me down the stairs. "When we are alone, Adèle, you can call me Duroc. But please not in front of the Emperor!" He stopped at the front door. "Before I forget...here is the key. I can't accompany you here every time." He gave me the key. "Thank you very much," I said, "...Duroc! Or is it du Roc?" I giggled. "...just wait, my dear friend, one day you will tell me your first name!"

Camille was already waiting for me. "Last night, Monsieur Duchâtel asked about you. I told him that you had gone to bed with a headache." I hugged my good maid, grateful! "Madame, it would be better if you told me when you leave the house. Then I'll be better prepared!" I nodded. "You're right, Camille, please forgive me. I'm a little confused..." Camille leaned close to my ear. "I hope you are happily confused, Madame."

I went to bed and slept the day away. At noon a courier arrived with a basket of sweetened peach jelly chocolates. From the Emperor! When I woke up, Camille was holding the basket under my nose. We both ate some of the sweets, then I let Camille dress me. "Put the sweets away, otherwise they'll be eaten in a minute!" I wanted to enjoy them for as long as possible. Then I drank a large glass of water, to wash the sugar out of my teeth.

I was wearing a dress made of ochre velvet, with cherry-red silk braid. Camille had sewn the dress tighter for me...coupé sur la Silhouette! I took a cashmere shawl, a precious coquelicot in fiery red and a small English bonnet. No panthalons! I was a smart girl after all... When the clock rang five times, I ran downstairs. Duchâtel was not there. Outside I saw the fiacre on the street corner. I ran to the carriage, opened the door and smelled his Eau de Cologne. His hand grabbed my arm, he pulled me into the carriage and I slid onto the cushion next to him. The carriage drove. He held me tight and said: "....Did you miss me?" He grabbed my chin and smiled. "Yes, Sire...oh yes!" His grip was hard, it almost hurt. He looked at my open lips for a long moment, then he bent his head deeper towards me and pushed his tongue into my mouth. Demanding, powerful, brutal,....wonderful! I wrapped my arm around his neck and opened my mouth even wider. He bent me back and lay so wonderfully heavy on top of me. "Not here!" He whispered after a while. We continued to lick each others lips. Then he thrust his tongue deep into my mouth again.

The Emperor was wearing his uniform, with a black cloak. Was this cloak the one he had worn at morning when he was naked? Of course, I didn't ask him! We didn't exchange a word, we kissed each other all the time. When we reached the Allée de Veuves, I was the first to get out of the carriage, the Emperor followed closely behind me. He put his arm around my waist and I unlocked the door. The house was warm again, and candles were burning everywhere. The Emperor entered the salon and saw the large bearskin in front of the fireplace. "Was that your idea?" I took the cloak from his shoulders. "Yes, Sire...I mentioned it to the Grand Marshal this morning. He fulfilled my wish very quickly!" I took off my bonnet and placed it on an armchair, with the coquelicot. I poured a glass of cognac for the Emperor and handed it to him. He took it and gently swirled the glass. He looked at me over the rim of the glass. "...if only it wasn't for this goddamn opera!" He sighed. Then he drank the cognac in one gulp, put the glass aside and sank onto the sofa. "Take off your dress, Adèle!" He opened his uniform jacket while I frantically unhooked my dress. I was nervous, impatient...the fabric ripped. Finally I was able to step out of the dress and then onto his lap. I kissed his face. "Friday...all night," he said as he started to make love to me. "...when you are on court duty I will come to your rooms in the morning. Make sure your maid disappears then....Adèle...I need this every day!..I need you...every...day...do you hear...Adèle!" He laid his head back and moaned with closed eyes. His lovepower made my body tremble, my face floated over his open mouth, his hot breath caressing me...

[mythvoiced]

it's five o'clock in the evening when the video call comes through from lí chényǔ's number --- though the moment the camera turns on, it becomes immediately obvious that the man himself isn't the one placing the call. wendy's face mostly fills the screen, her eyes wide with concern, gaze flitting side to side as if she's attempting to be sneaky. she carefully ( pointedly ) adjusts the angle of the camera just right, such that the patch of damp, discolored plaster ( and the black mold splotched across it ) in the corner of the ceiling comes into view. all the rain has set it to leaking again; even as she videos it, several drops of water fall and land on the cluttered floor beneath, soaking into some ratty old towels that have long since ceased to serve their purpose in keeping what little free floor space there is dry.

in the background, a tv is playing faintly --- by the sound of it, a game show from the mainland. chopsticks clink against a bowl --- michael. wendy glances over at him where he sits next to her on the cramped bottom bunk, then back to the camera. the rain pounds against the single-pane glass; the wind rattles the window in its frame, whistling around the nonexistent weatherstripping. someone coughs as if they're drowning in their own lungs --- lí chényǔ. wendy's face falls, and she surreptitiously tilts the camera just enough to capture the scene.

lí chényǔ sits hunched on the edge of the bed, wrapped in a heavy comforter, a thermometer hanging from the corner of his mouth. his head rests heavily in one hand, a smouldering cigarette perched precariously between his fingers; even from this angle, the unhealthy flush on his cheeks is obvious. the thermometer beeps, and he scrutinizes it, expressionless.

"gēge," wendy asks, "what's it say ?"

"méishénme," lí chényǔ replies hoarsely, with a dismissive wave of his hand. he turns away from his younger siblings, then sneezes violently twice, unable to stop himself from groaning faintly in discomfort afterwards.

michael glances over at wendy, then takes advantage of lí chényǔ's distraction while searching for tissues to snatch the thermometer away from him. "chénchén, why's your temperature 103 ?" he asks worriedly, reaching out rub lí chényǔ's back when his big brother starts coughing again. "you're sick, please don't go play tonight, look how bad the weather is !"

"i won't be long," lí chényǔ whispers in mandarin ( it seems to hurt him to talk. ) "i just ... need to make enough to buy something so i won't cough all night and keep you both up. you have school tomorrow." there's a beat; lí chényǔ sniffles miserably, then turns to wendy. "wénxīn, i need my phone --- "

the video cuts off abruptly. and then ---

[ text to / 徐文哲 ]: its wendy he says hes going to busk at union square when the rain stops. winnie gege what do i do 😭 chenchen is so sick and im scared 😭😭

[ for wenzhe, from lí chényǔ / @xiianxias ! ]

@xiianxias | annabel & lcy rip len's heart apart hours~

There's a lot Wenzhe associates Lí ChénYǔ to. Mostly things he doesn't want to speak out loud because they're romantic and flowery, dreamy and ridiculous. Certain hands and caresses of a musician, little habits and that contrasting cigarette, the tenderness of a good man coupled with the harshness of the world sitting on his back.

Eyes with enough in them to fill the basin of the sea stretching between this coast and the mainland. Tentative speech and the intelligence hiding behind the language barrier, broad shoulders nearly solely in the metaphorical sense because if his sleeves slip his arms are thin, a brother and father both, someone a thousand times better than Wenzhe will ever be without ever asking to be considered anything more than just capable enough to be allowed to continue being capable, that little smile and the Mandarin Wenzhe mouths after him and pretends it's not to imitate his lips.

Enough to get lost about, enough to lose focus during classes, enough to stop at corners and create connections between a busker he's not and the music he plays, between a drugstore and that terrible cough, between a restaurant and warm food he'd like his siblings to taste.

A whole lot of things.

He often forgets this part.

The cough. The look in those basins of the sea. The siblings. The hope. Careful. The sense of responsibility. The weight on those shoulders.

Wenzhe thinks of the beautiful man and the notes of one of the saddest instruments the world has created and too often doesn't associate its solemnity to its player.

Wenzhe almost walks into a pole.

In and out of a campus café where he works on his way back home, the food there isn't glamorous or gourmet, or even fresh at this hour, but it's soft and pastry, it's sweet, it's never as high-class as all Vienna has to offer in terms of chocolate and desserts, but it fills the stomach and makes sweet-tooth's sigh. Wenzhe doesn't quite know how to ask 'is it all right' and 'what do you like', so he forewent the mortification and just bought the damn thing.

If Lí ChénYǔ likes it, good, if he doesn't, mark it down for next time.

Now it feels heavy in his hands.

The call cuts too abruptly. He'd been too focused on not frowning at his screen, on ignoring the pain of slamming his shoulder into the pole to narrowly avoid it, on wrapping his mouth around the first syllables of 'what's wrong did something happen-' before Wendy beats him too it and knocks the words back off his tongue.

He tries not to panic. And almost sways with the relief at getting a text.

He didn't know what his brain had computed could have happened between Lí ChénYǔ's cough, Mandarin he doesn't understand, and Wendy suddenly disappearing off his screen. But if his heart races any faster, he'll lose it and his hair within the next 24 hours.

[ unsent text to | 😖😵‍💫🥺 ] i'm on my way, tell him if he tries to go out i'll

He halts in his power-walk and nearly slams into someone.

He'll what, exactly. They're not that close. Or… are they? No, they are. But… he'll what. What could he hold against him?

What can you hold against someone you want to give the world to?

He slams his phone onto his forehead and tries again.

[ text to | 😖😵‍💫🥺 ] i'm on my way, once i'm there i'll figure out how to help him, okay? thank you for calling me.

A frown.

[ text to | 😖😵‍💫🥺 ] you did well! always call me in situations like these, okay?

Or maybe… not?

He's jogging by the time he's decided he'll overthink it later, and by the time the alley's in sight, and his phone is stuck to his ear, he'll figure he'll be put back in his place soon enough, if Wendy picks up.

[ada-meszretov]

Grim is more powerful than he lets us see

powerless without his scythe?

it was stated multiple times that his scythe is an ancient, powerful tool and, that it is often stolen from him. but is he really that powerless without it?

in ep Look Alive!, we just saw that he can fly. he emphasizes it in ep Dad Day Afternoon. in ep Billy Ocean, when searching Mandy and he are searching for Billy, he's sea-sick and seems to be helpless, but, after he loses his patience, he changes magically into his death robe, flies above the sea, and opens it with his scythe, instantly spotting the whale which swallowed Billy. pretty precise, huh?

in ep Tickle Me Mandy, Attack of the Clowns, Complete and Utter Chaos! (Billy Gets Dumber!), Toys Will Be Toys, and He's Not Dead, He's My Mascot he can bring inanimate objects to life: New Mandy, a clown head, a magic banana a burrito, Billy's toys, and Fluffy Cat, respectively. but he gives life to New Mandy... without his scythe.

he can send souls to the afterlife without it, proved in ep Billy & Mandy's Jacked-Up Halloween. he just uses a feather.

in ep Dumb Luck, his saliva has supernatural powers on its own.

in ep Nursery Crimes, he sends them to the storybook without his scythe. maybe the storybook itself had supernatural powers, but only Grim's words seemed to control it. Grim said that the storybook's rule is that the ones who got there, only get out if the stories are finished, but: Mandy finished all the stories, but they still remained stuck, because Grim fell asleep.

in ep My Peeps, he has fun running away from Billy, and likes having some smoothies with Mandy (like in the end of ep Keeper of the Reaper), but when he stops having fun and is simply just annoyed, uses magic without his scythe to restrain Billy, and levitates his scythe back to himself with ease.

in ep Sickly Sweet, he only uses his finger to turn a flower into a flesh-eating abomination. and: he destroys Mandy's cookies with the fire in his eyes (poor Mandy).

in ep Five O'Clock Shadows, he uses telekinesis. also in ep Aren't You Chupacabra to See Me? and other instances.

ep Bully Boogie. remember the rubber duck? ooh!

in ep Billy & Mandy Save Christmas, Nancy took hIS scythe, but they weren't in any danger. he could whistle and call his scythe whenever he wanted to.

he's not powerless without his scythe. when he is depressed in ep The Incredible Shrinking Mandy and just can't put on his usual mask, he snaps his fingers and makes Billy's monkeys to just vanish away.

did you see how did he "redecorated" Atrocia's studio in ep The Grim Show?

can be taken out by mortals or even immortals?

in ep Look Alive!, we learned that he can fly, so why doesn’t he just fly to the tree in ep Druid, Where's My Car?, or fly around in the christmas episode when he's fighting off vampire elves with Mandy?

in ep Which Came First?,  he seems to be helpless against the mutant chickens as they were "created by science", hence "out of his jurisdiction", and runs from the chickens just as B&M does. but, in the end, he still isn't helpless when he summons a shield. Billy even notices this and says:

Billy: hey, Grim! you know how did you do that force field thingy that kept the volcano from cooking us?:D

Grim: yes?

Billy: why didn't you use it to save me from the chickens?:D

Grim: because, Billy:) I don't like you:)

in ep Dream a Little Dream (even in a dream), and ep Happy Huggy Stuffy Bears, we saw that he can use his scythe for actual cutting, reaping, and not just for magic, but still, he often pretends that his scythe is useless with various excuses.

in ep Fear and Loathing in Endsville, his scythe's battery is empty.

in ep Billy & Mandy Save Christmas, his scythe is frozen because of the cold.

in ep Billy & Mandy's Jacked-Up Halloween, it is stated by Billy that, his head, indeed, can be taken off, but Jack also states that his head remains off when it is taken off with the Grim Reaper's scythe, indicating that he could, indeed, die. but, in ep The Incredible Shrinking Mandy, Billy just cuts his head off by accident, and Grim just makes his skull hop back to his body.

in other instances, like in ep Wild Parts, he seems to have a hard time getting his skull back to his body, yet in ep The Incredible Shrinking Mandy, he does it with ease.

in ep Grim vs. Mom, after he was beaten up by Gladys, he needs help from B&M to reassamble his body from his bones, but in Big Boogey Adventure, it is revelaed that he can disassamble and reassamble himself anytime he wants.

ep Billy and Mandy Moon the Moon.

Grim: alright, enough of dis! by da power of da underworld, I have da power

Mandy: six seconds to live, and now you decide to act?!

Grim: what can I say?:) I love da drama:)

has superiors?

being the Grim Reaper with unlimited supernatural power must be restrained, and that's why the Underworld Court and Father Time exists. or, are they?

in ep Jeffy's Web,  he summoned Jeff's life-timer hourglass out of thin air, and added life-sand into it, also out of thin air; despite life-sand described in ep The Halls of Time as something manufactured there, supervised by Father Time and, that the hourglasses are stored there, are just accessible from there and Grim had to rush back to there in that episode… is he playing with us

can't harm Billy and Mandy in any way?

he can't harm B&M in any way, stated in ep  Hurter Monkey / The Incredible Shrinking Mandy / etc., but, maybe he just doesn't want to.

in ep The Really Odd Couple, they seem to be taking him a bit more seriously than usual when he loses his temper. maybe they know when he's serious?

in ep Terror of the Back Knight, he gets the chance to take off Billy for good as Billy himself challenged him to a duel, so it would be a fair opportunity to just take his head off. instead, he just plays with him dramatically, having fun. "it's overr, IT'S OVERRR~ ohh, it's over? xD"

he was just punching Billy with Billy's ripped off arms in ep Sickly Sweet and,

he even punched his nose off with his own bony hand in ep My Fair Mandy.

has to obey Billy and Mandy at all costs?

"Grim. you know what happens when you say don't, won't or can't to me." –Mandy

he seems to obey them against his will, but still, he can't be coerced when he really doesn't want to do something.

in ep Chicken Ball Z, Mandy asks him to give him powers with which she can win the karate tournament, he straight-up refuses, and Mandy has to look for other ways.

can't leave Billy and Mandy for good?

he has several chances to leave them, but he doesn't take any of it.

in ep Fiend is Like Friend Without the "R", Nergal kidnaps B&M, hence he can be free. at first, he seems to take on the chance gladly, but his non-existing heart softens when seeing Billy's drawings of him, so he goes back to save them.

the scenario reoccurs in ep Circus of Fear where Dr. Fear kidnaps them to be the human attractions to his circus: this time, for saving them, he gets the nudge from Gladys, to which he doesn't even have to obey: he is best friends forever with B&M, not Gladys; despite this, he goes.

in ep Scythe 2.0 is after B&M and, this time, being with them for so long, Grim doesn't even need a reminder to act: the moment he gets the call from Scythe 2.0 that she will take the kids' heads, he gets worried; then he saves them on his own.

in ep Test of Time, it is revealed that he has a remote control which can rewind time so, why didn't he just rewind before he lost or, even accepted the bet to B&M?

in ep Billy Gets an 'A', it is revealed that he can go back in time even with his scythe, and he does so with Mandy, even going as far as trying to prevent Billy's birth O.O but… he didn't think of this before. it hasn't occurred to him before, and later on, he doesn't seem to even consider it.

exemption: in ep Wishbones, he has a chance to wish for freedom, but he doesn't, as wishes always backfire. but, in the end credits, we can see that he did try it, but, his wish, indeed, backfired.

in ep Billy and Mandy vs. the Martians, he gets a chance, again, to get away, but still, Billy convinces him to stay. after his speech, he feels bad, and goes on to save Mandy from the zombies. (ohh, not because of her! of course not! he plays the tsundere.)

my theory

honestly, Grim is just playing. he's an immortal being, who is bored, and he doesn't have to prove anything. he's not a fool, he's fooling around. and he's not bound to Billy and Mandy solely by just his given word. he really is their friend.

thank you.

[squadron-goals]

Another injury

9.11.16

Our regiment has the task of storming a wedge that the French have driven into our position at St. Pierre Vaast Forest. So I drove with my squad to Liéramont to report to Rittmeister Bökelmann. I received the not very pleasant information that I was transferred from the regiment for the duration of the battle and would be at the disposal of Regiment 164. Tonight I was supposed to look at my section. So at 3 a.m. I trudged off with my predecessor and inspected the terrain of Section C. Two fallen horses were lying in front of the bridge over the canal. I looked at the positions. Between the Nameless Forest and the St. Pierre Vaast Forest we came into a dense phosgene cloud, which apparently came from gas grenades, which we had previously thought to be duds. So mask on and back. I staggered over wires and shell holes with night before my eyes until the ventilation of the mask revealed that the air was reasonably clear again. So back to the position where we reported the gassing. That's when two thick shells hit close to us. We went to the regimental command post in the Vaux forest. Then through the village of Nurlu, where there was a 42 cm gun, then back to Liéramont. I was heartily glad when the tour was over, because it was very tiring to run through the dirt across the field through night and fog. There was not nearly as much shooting as at Guillemont, only on the right in the Pierre Vaast forest was a continuous barrage requested. By the way, the last big attack was here five days ago. The French are in position opposite of us.

10.11.16

In the evening I went to the Rittmeister when some shells hit the village. As we learned immediately afterwards, they hit the group columns of the detachments marching out of the village and killed about 20 men.

12.11.16 At 3 o'clock in the morning I set off with a non-commissioned officer and Private Schrader for the front line. My mission was to reconnoitre the nameless forest and, if possible, the funnel position of Section C. It was a damp, misty night. We walked through Nurlu, past the brigade headquarters. Then I got lost, so instead of going left, I passed the forest above the waters on the right. But we still found our way happily over the canal bridge and came along the relay posts to the nameless forest. There I left the sergeant to explore the trench system and continued with Schrader to the crater position. Then I sent Schrader to the left to establish the connection with the other regiment, while I myself went to the right to possibly reach the St-Pierre Vaast forest. This crater position rightly deserved its name. It was a plateau on which numerous shell craters were scattered, with people lying here and there. On the other slope lay the French. The area made an eerie, gigantic impression in its silence, which was only interrupted by the whistling and crashing of the shells. After a while I lost contact and therefore went back so as not to meet up with the French. On the way back, I talked for a while with a company commander I met about the position. He warned me not to stay any longer, as it would soon be lighter. On the way to the nameless forest, I paused once more in a shell hole. Several people came up and spoke to me. I recognised Lieutenant Löwen, whom I already knew from Hamelin, the R.C. and Croisilles. We chatted a bit and I asked him to show me the way back.

Soon I had reached the nameless forest. I stumbled through shell craters, uprooted, smashed trees and a tangle of branches down. It gradually got brighter. I arrived at the edge of the forest, stepped out and got a rifle shot through both legs. I threw myself into a shell hole, bound my handkerchief around my right leg. My left had got nothing but a graze shot that hadn't gone deep under the skin. I limped to the battalion shelter, where Lieutenant Löwen had a paramedic patch me up. Before it was daylight, I made myself on the way to the first aid station with two men and realized that I could still walk well enough. When we were almost there, the French shot at on one of our batteries that fired in the intermediate area. I was able to throw myself in a grenade hole in time as we were close to the impact site. As with Guillemont, the shell that hit closest to me was a dud. A few seconds later I again was incredibly lucky. We went to the intersection in front of the iron bridge over the canal. Shortly before, a man from a working department jumped up and greeted me. It was the vice sergeant Tölke, which I knew from the 9th company. We spoke briefly. Shortly afterwards, a group of grenades came into the intersection, one of them directly onto the street. If the sergeant hadn't spoken to me, I would have been right there. I got to the first aid station without further incident. I was immediately bandaged very carefully by a staff doctor and then given a camp where I had to wait out the evening. The French continually shelled the area around the bridge and thus the telephone lines. It therefore took some time before I was able to inform Rittmeister Bökelmann of my injury. When he found out about it, he promised to pick me up from Nurlu by car. As darkness fell I was put on a stretcher and carried across the familiar terrain to Nurlu. The carriers had to sweat a lot as they dragged me over mud and hills. The Rittmeister was actually there and I was packed into his car. Just before Nurlu there was another miserable sight. Four dead people lay side by side on the street, crushed by a shell. They lay together as peacefully as sleeping children. The Rittmeister stopped a truck that was about to drive over them and ordered the paramedics to bury the people. Now we went to Liéramont at a brisk pace. I was greeted by the 3 other scout officers and Auhagen, dragged to bed and had to tell them everything; beforehand I had a wonderful dinner with red wine, vermouth, etc. When I was lying alone in bed and wanted to sleep, it went ssssst-boom! The French fired into the village. I was grapped and dragged into the basement. There we drank some and smoked a cigar until the shelling was over. That same evening I was transported to the field hospital in Villeret after I had prepared a report for the division, which the captain had strongly advised me to do for the sake of a favorable impression.

[x-heesy]

The spleen of little ones at school makes them sick

Little chance of getting out if they get fed up early

Already in CP they were crushed in front of the strong

And in this basket of crabs, the strongest will be crabs

The spleen of little ones at school makes them sick

Little chance of getting out if they get fed up early

The harder the fall will be, be careful, level crossing

It's hot when they see that dad won't be up to it.

The dead leaves have fallen

Ochre-orange color

Absorbed by this image, the little one walks in the orange peels

His hood buckles in the rain

All soaked

In his pocket, marbles and a few crushed Kiri

He's fed up with it

He's frozen

The damp smell of dead leaves tickling his nose

He is very little, yet the spleen has entered

Dark afternoon and in his head

Everything got confused.

He doesn't know if mom it's at four o'clock or five-thirty

He doesn't know why the lady is mean at daycare

He takes with him a few sweets and chocolate dreams

The bark of trees is too hard to allow sap to flow.

The spleen of little ones at school makes them sick

Little chance of getting out if they get fed up early

Already in CP they were crushed in front of the strong

And in this basket of crabs, the strongest will be crabs

The spleen of little ones at school makes them sick

Little chance of getting out if they get fed up early

The harder the fall will be, be careful, level crossing

It's hot when they see that dad won't be up to it.

The sky is getting dark

He bites into a pepito

It's almost dark

A murky light in the courtyard

it blows, so he bundles up

He doesn't even feel the wind whistling anymore

Fists clenched in his mittens

He's in pain, thinks a little about goldorak

Chocolate bread crumbs hardened in his anorak

He wants to escape

Would like mom to come pick him up

He searches for the entrance praying that she hasn't forgotten

In the court

It's dirty

Smell of orange and rot

Dead leaves, slippery

Gooey

Under her shoes

The cries of others attack him

Grit your teeth and snub the tough guys

it's half past seven

Still no one in the courtyard.

The spleen of the little ones at school, it makes them hammer

Little chance of getting out of it if they get tired of it early

Already in CP they crashed in front of the strong

And in this basket of crabs, the strongest will be cakes

The spleen of the little ones at school, it makes them hammer

Little chance of getting out of it if they get tired of it early

The harder the fall, watch out, level crossing

It's hot when they see that dad won't be up to it.

He looks sad when he rushes into the canteen

The other little ones fight with clementines

The head of the table

It's a tall blond who annoys him

The one who in the trees had perched his cap on him

He goes after the little one

Who never did anything to him

on break

It's mockery

Even with dodgeball

It's the Turkish face the kind we run in the park

With a sweater too big

Who is so afraid of clowns at the circus

at school

For him it's humiliation

In 6th grade it will be "the wall" and will start the selection

He still clenches his teeth but won't hold out in this violence

His little heart was pure but now he's screaming revenge.

Le spleen des petits (The spleen of the little ones) by Stupeflip v3 @wetwicksdry @bigbonzo

[themaladaptivewriter12]

Title: Ruined Plans?

Part 3 of my “Cray-Cray for Cater” series! Part 1 and Part 2 here!

Parings: Cater Diamond x Twisted Wonderland Male OC (Mirai Yuhara)

Summary:

Mirai and Cater meet up for a date, but with a thunderstorm on their forecast, things take a turn for the worse, but then again, maybe they don't.

cw: heavy kissing in this one, literal sleeping together, light angst.

Reblogs are appreciated, just use my custom tag, #TheMaladaptiveWriter12, if you do!  (─‿‿─)♡

Cross posted from my Ao3: TheMaladaptiveWriter12

Sunday rolled around and Cater was bummed that he couldn’t spend the whole day with the Prefect, but duty calls when your Housewarden was on a collaring tangent again. Mirai on the other hand spent the morning working with Sam, and the afternoon cleaning Ramshackle. Mirai didn’t care that just one week of not cleaning would not make the dorm look like it did when he first got there, he just never wanted to see the dorm in that state again.

It was five o'clock when Cater called. They had been texting throughout the day and they decided to meet each other halfway at Main Street. By the time Cater arrived at their meeting place, Mirai was already there. Cater found him cute as always.

“Cater,” Mirai called happily.

“Hey Cutie, miss me?” Cater chuckled, pulling the Ramshackle Prefect into his arms.

“Mn,” Mirai nodded, shoving his face into Cater’s chest and stayed there.

Cater allowed him to stay there, rubbing at Mirai’s back, letting his lover hold him.

“Okay, okay,” Mirai snickered, letting go, then he gasped in surprise, “You bought your guitar? Can I watch you play?”

Cater laughed, “Yes, I bought it so I could play for you.”

“So where are we going?” Mirai asked excitedly. 

“I don’t know,” Cater said thoughtfully, “but as long as it’s with you, I’m fine.”

“Sap,” Mirai chuckled.

Cater laughed. “But it’s true!”

“How about a walk?” Mirai asked thoughtfully.

“A walk?” Cater asked, “That actually sounds nice. We could take pictures along the way.”

The pair made their way through the main building, and into the woods. Mirai loved the woods on campus, they were pretty. Cater swung their hands as they walked, whistling a familiar tune.

“Cater?” Mirai called.

“Yes, hon?”

“Is that tune the Chestnut Tune Trey whistles while making Chestnut Tarts?”

“Oh, you know it too?” Cater laughed, “It’s been stuck in my head since this morning. #Addicting.”

“That accursed tune has haunted me ever since we made those tarts for Riddle,” Mirai sighed. “It’s cursed, it tell ya.”

Cater laughed, “Oh yeah, it’s definitely cursed.”

Mirai looked up at the Apple Trees, admiring the vibrant red fruits hanging from their branches. Ever since Mirai had arrived here in Night Raven College, he wanted to know what they tasted like, the bright red fruit like temptation itself. But he wasn’t sure if he was allowed.

“Want one?” Cater smiled.

Mirai looked up at Cater, eyes wide, “Can I?” 

Cater let go of Mirai’s hand, put down his guitar case, and stood back. Once he got in position, he was sprinting up the tree, kicking off the trunk to grab onto the branch. Mirai could tell he was just showing off, but Mirai found it cute. Just as he got close enough to the apple, Cater reached up and grabbed it with both hands, letting his weight do all the work. The apple snapped from the branch, and Cater landed on the ground. Walking back to Mirai, Cater looked smug and triumphant.

“For you,” Cater smiled, breaking the apple in two with his bare hands.

Mirai flushed. Not only did he find that being an amazing feat, he also found it terribly hot.

“Wh-What?” Cater chuckled nervously.

“I-I, that, that was kinda hot,” Mirai mumbled, hiding his face.

Cater cackled, “What was? Me picking the apple or me breaking it?”

“Y-You breaking, no you-both, all of it.”

Cater laughed, breaking the fruit twice more so it was in quarters, giving Mirai a pointed look all the while.

“St-Stop it,” Mirai whined.

“Okay, okay,” Cater laughed. “I was finished anyways. Here.”

Cater passed the Prefect an apple quarter and held on to the rest. Mirai happily took the fruit, biting into the inside of it as they continued their walk. The apples were sweet and juicy, just how Mirai had expected them to be.

“It’s good,” Mirai said dreamily.

“Are they?” Cater asked.

“You never had any?” 

“Riddle and Vil had said they were really sweet, so I passed.”

“Oh, yeah, they are kinda sweet.”

“Lemme taste.”

Mirai held up the piece of fruit for Cater, and Cater leaned down, but instead of biting into the fruit, he leaned further down and pecked Mirai on the lips.

Cater pulled back and licked his lips and chuckled, “They are sweet.”

Mirai stood there, wide eyed, face burning like the fires of Crewel's cauldrons. Mirai seemed to come back to reality and pouted. Cater laughed, pulling Mirai to him. 

“Aw, don’t pout,” Cater chuckled, his face morphing into something devious as he looked down at Mirai. “Keep it up, and I might have to do it again.”

Mirai made a garbled noise, opening and closing his mouth as he tried to find his words.

Cater cackled, “Okay, okay, hon, I’ll stop teasing. Let’s go.”

Mirai huffed, but took Cater’s hand once more as they continued their walk.

They ended up back at the little clearing that Cater took Mirai to on their first date. Cater led Mirai under the tree, and shook off his blazer which he promptly laid on the ground and gestured for Mirai to sit.

“I am not sitting on your blazer,” Mirai deadpanned.

“If I minded, I wouldn’t have done so.” Cater shot back, a chuckle in his voice.

“Even so, I’m not gonna be the reason your blazer is damp, covered in dirt and grass stains.”

“No, I’d be the reason, since I stuck it down there.”

“What would Riddle say if he saw the state of it?”

“It can be washed.”

“No,” Mirai argued.

“Sit,” Cater demanded playfully.

“Nope.”

“Sit.”

“No.”

Cater put down the guitar case and snatched Mirai up, and Mirai shouted. Cater lifted Mirai up, maneuvered him into a sitting position, then eased him onto the ground, sitting him down onto the blazer, with Mirai twisting and wiggling all the while.

“Hey,” Mirai shouted.

“There you go,” Cater sang, sitting on the ground next to him.

Mirai growled at Cater, but didn’t move, and Cater laughed.

Cater pulled out his guitar from its case, plucking at the string, tuning it. 

“What should I play,” Cater mumbled to himself.

“Anything but that chestnut tune,” Mirai deadpanned.

Cater laughed loudly.

Mirai watched him with rapt attention. Mirai always found Cater prettiest when he was focused on something he loved. There was a content smile on his face, and his beautiful green eyes were half lidded, long pretty orange eyelashes glinting in the light.

“You’re pretty,” Mirai sighed quietly. 

“E-Eh?” Cater stuttered at the complement, flushing, “I’m totes not pretty, you are.”

“Don’t sell yourself short,” Mirai huffed, “You really are pretty.”

Cater gave a small smile, his cheeks still cherry red, and went back to tuning his guitar. 

Mirai got up and went to pick some flowers, picking all kinds of colors, and sizes. Having nothing to hold them all in, Mirai held them in the bottom of his shirt like a little pouch. Mirai tottered carefully, giggling as he bought back the flowers.

“What do you have?” Cater sang, a smirk present on his face, eyebrow raised.

“Nothing,” Mirai sang back, turning his body, so that Cater couldn’t see his spoils.

Cater chuckled, and began playing a little tune on his acoustic. It was light, and cheerful. Mirai watched as Cater played, taking in the way Cater smiled as he did. He looked content, and happy, genuinely happy, and not the happy smiles he put on for show. Mirai continued to stare fondly, glad that he was able to witness this side of Cater, his Cater. After a while, Cater changed the song to something mellow, and smooth, something that flowed like water, and Mirai ate his apple pieces as he started crafting his flower crowns. Then Cater switched to a really fast tune, tapping out a beat on the front of the instrument. Cater laughed as Mirai began swaying to the rhythm. 

Cater began humming to a slower tune he started playing, Mirai liked the way it sounded. Cater’s voice was smooth and light, and when he looked up at him, Cater’s eyes were closed with a smile on his face. Mirai giggled, standing on his knees, placing the blue, white, and pink flower crown on his head.

Cater’s eyes opened, and he look at Mirai, laughing, but he never stopped playing, “You like flower crowns don’t you?”

“Had I known it was that easy, I would’ve been making them ages ago,” Mirai chuckled, “But for right now, these crowns are only for you.”

Cater smiled, placing his guitar down in the grass next to him.

“C’mere,” Cater called, reaching for Mirai, “Lemme teach you.”

Mirai scooted over into the space in Cater’s crossed legs, and Cater reached over, placing the acoustic across Mirai’s lap. 

“You’re right handed right?” Cater asked, situating the guitar.

“Mn,” Mirai nodded.

“Okay so…”

Cater taught Mirai the basics of the guitar, telling him what strings were what, and how to hold it, and how to properly play. Mirai understood it, but with how small he was, and his prosthetic arm, it was hard to play more than a couple of chords.

“It’s okay,” Cater said, moving the guitar from their laps, when Mirai huffed and gave up, “you’ll get the hang of it. Although it may be better for you with a pick.”

“I played the drums back at home in my free time,” Mirai shared, “but, then again, I just liked annoying my cousins with how loud I could be.”

Cater laughed, “You were a menace, weren’t you?”

“Maybe,” Mirai sang, “But then again, you are too.”

“Am not,” Cater laughed.

“You totally are,” Mirai shouted, laughing.

“Am not!”

“Are-”

Mirai shouted as Cater pushed him down into the grass below. 

“Cater,” Mirai gasped.

Cater chuckled. Leaning down, Cater whispered, “You’re cute.”

“Am n-”

Mirai’s protests were cut off by Cater’s lips. Mirai sighed into the kiss, closing his eyes.

Cater chuckled, running a hand through Mirai’s bangs, pushing them back, and leaned back down. Mirai ran a hand through the back of Cater’s hair, playing with the thick strands, as he kissed back.

“You taste like apples,” Cater chuckled.

Mirai pouted, poking his lower lip out, and Cater laughed, kissing him again.

A loud crack of thunder had Mirai yelping loudly, and Cater sitting up. They both looked up at the skies, eyeing them skeptically, then not even a second later, the skies poured down torrents of rain.

“Rain?!” Cater shouted getting up. 

Cater scrambled, grabbing his guitar and shoving it in its case. Mirai grabbed the blazer from the ground, and pressed himself up against the tree, trying to keep from getting wet. 

“This sucks,” Cater grumbled, pushing wet hair out of his face.

The pair were standing against the tree, its thick leaves slowing the downpour, but not stopping it. Poor Cater had gotten soaked trying to save his Guitar. He was wet from head to toe, water dripping from his clothes.

“Let’s just wait it out,” Mirai suggested.

The rain in fact did not stop, it only seemed to get worse. Thunder roared, lightning stuck in the distance and the wind started to pick up. 

“Okay, this is totes not good,” Cater said wearily, as he took the brunt end of the torrent, shielding Mirai with his body.

“We could run for it?” Mirai suggested, trying to get the two of them, mostly Cater, someplace dry. 

Cater seemed to think for a moment, but when a partially close bolt of lightning struck, Cater’s mind was made.

“Let’s go,” Cater said, grabbing his guitar case, slinging it over his back.

Cater gripped Mirai’s hand tightly as they sprinted through the woods. They were soaking wet, and really couldn’t see a thing in front of them. Mirai tried to keep up the best he could, slipping and sliding through slippery mud puddles and wet grass. Mirai slipped, falling forward, but Cater prevented him from falling on the muddy ground below, pulling him up as quickly as he could. 

“C’mon, c’mon,” Cater huffed, making sure Mirai was on his feet. 

They finally made it to the entrance of the Backwoods when Cater shouted, suddenly falling, and Mirai was being pulled with him. They both ended up covered in thick mud. Their pants were muddy, their shirts were covered in mud, and even Cater’s face was covered in mud. 

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry,” Cater apologized profusely. 

Mirai snorted, snickering turning into loud laughter. 

“It’s not funny,” Cater whined. 

“Sorry Cater,” Mirai giggled, reaching up to wipe the mud from Cater’s cheeks. 

Cater pouted as Mirai did so, but ended up giggling himself. 

“We look totes fab,” Cater laughed sarcastically, taking out his phone to snap a pic. 

“Oh totally,” Mirai snickered. 

By the time they made it to Ramshackle, Mirai slipped twice more and Cater lost a shoe, stepping in a puddle, he got it back of course, but it was filled with water. So now they were thoroughly soaked to the bone, cold, and tired. And the rain was still pelting them with its assault. At least the majority of the mud was washed away, leaving dark brown streaks behind. And the flower crown was long gone, lost somewhere in their struggles.

Mirai shoved the key in the door, and let Cater in before shutting and locking the door. They stood there looking at each other taking in how ridiculous they both looked, and as if on queue, they burst into laughter. Cater’s shirt was sticking to his lean body, skin showing through, hair that was normally pinned up was hanging down in his face, water dripping from his bangs. Mirai looked like he stepped in the shower with his clothes on, his work uniform was laden with water, it looked heavy as it dripped in rivers from his shirt, and his hair, dirty with mud was plastered to his face.

“What’s so fun-what happened to you?!” Grim yelled as he stared at the two in the entryway. 

“Stuff,” Mirai laughed, “Bad stuff. Could you get us a couple of towels?”

“Why should I?”

“Because you’ll be mopping it if you don’t.”

Grim huffed, “Fine, fine, but you owe me.”

“Why is this relationship transactional to you?” Mirai asked, trying not to drip water on any of his clean floors. 

Grim gruffed again, and left to get the towels. 

“You two have gotten close,” Cater remarked, pushing his bangs back.

“I think so too, but don’t let Grim hear you say that, he gets defensive.”

Grim came back with four towels grumbling as Mirai thanked him.

Mirai and Cater dried their hair and dried themselves off. Mirai used his other towel to soak up the water on the floor. 

“Sorry, Hon,” Cater apologized, gesturing to the floor. 

“You say that like I’m not dripping water on my own floors,” Mirai deadpanned. “But seriously, it’s fine.”

“No, you use your bathroom,” Cater said, shaking his head. “I can use the communal one.”

Once they weren’t dripping water everywhere, Mirai led Cater upstairs to his room.

“You can use my bathroom,” Marai said, digging through his clothes, “I can use the communal one. This should fit you.”

“Nope. You’re using it, and take those off, I’ll put them in the wash.”

Cater sighed but gave in. He took the towel and the clothes from Mirai and entered the bathroom, closing the door behind him. Mirai grabbed some clothes of his own and made his way to the other bathroom. After what felt like hours, Mirai finally got all the mud out of his hair and off his skin, scrubbing his skin red. Mirai exited the bathroom, and made his way back to his room, where Cater was sitting in the green armchair, scrolling on his phone, and when Cater spotted him, he smiled.

Mirai giggled, “You-”

Mirai froze.

Cater chuckled nervously, “W-What’s wrong?”

“Y-You have freckles.”

“O-Oh, yeah, I do.”

Mirai smiled warmly, “They look cute.”

“I could say the same thing about you, Hon,” Cater laughed.

Mirai thought Cater looked cute in his clothes. The oversized shirt fit him, but the lounge pants were a little too short, even if they were long on Mirai, ending a little above his ankles. 

“Do you want our clothes washed together or separately?” Mirai asked, gesturing to the wet clothes. 

“I don’t mind if they’re washed together,” Cater said.

“Cool.” 

Mirai ran the clothes downstairs to the laundry. Mirai separated Cater’s white shirt from his black slacks and blazer, and his own black button down, and powered it on, measuring out the detergent, and the softener before dumping it in and pressing start. 

“Boo!”

Mirai screamed, whipping around to slap whoever was behind him. Cater laughed as he dodged the attack. Mirai pouted after realizing it was only Cater, he almost had the nerve to feel sorry for almost hitting him.

“Cater,” Mirai whined. 

“I’m sorry, boo, but you were so focused,” Cater laughed. “And that slap was way off.”

Mirai huffed, “Oh, trust me when I say you would not want to be slapped by my dominant hand.”

“Yikes! Yeah, that would hurt.”

Mirai was still pouting as put away the laundry detergent and softener.  

“I’m sorry. C’mere,” Cater crooned, opening his arms.

“I’ll give you a hug, just not down here,” Mirai said, turning his way back up the basement stairs. “It’s creepy.”

Cater laughed and followed the Prefect up.

In the kitchen, Mirai let Cater hold him as he heated up some leftover soup, and made some tea. 

“Smells good,” Cater said, nuzzling his face in Mirai’s hair. 

“Thanks,” Mirai chirped. “I’m no cook, but at least I know a good amount of stuff.”

“Same. I know a lot of base level stuff, but like, knowing what goes together, or something more complex? Couldn’t tell ya.”

“I could teach you.”

“You’d teach me?” Cater asked, look at Mirai.

“Sure,” Mirai shrugged, “It wouldn’t be hard at all.”

“You just have to be nasty where our food goes, don’t you?”

Mirai and Cater turned around and Grim was standing on the counter, waiting for his tuna to warm in the microwave.

“And I keep telling you to get your dirty little toe beans off the clean counters,” Mirai laughed. “There’s a stool for a reason.”  

“You stand on the counter too!”

“Correction, when I climb onto the counter, my dirty feet never make contact with it, my knees do.”

“Well my feet aren't dirty!”

Cater laughed.

“You walk on the dirty floor with them, therefore they are dirty.” Mirai shot back.

“You clean every weekend,” Grim defended.

“Yes, but that still doesn’t make it not dirty. If I cleaned the toilet, would you drink out of it?”

Grim gagged, retort on his lips, but the microwave stopped, signaling that his food was done. 

Mirai shook his head, and went back to the soup.

The kettle on the other eye started screaming, and Cater let go to take it off the stove. Mirai served the soup and Cater prepared the tea, and Mirai led them back upstairs. Mirai placed the two bowls on the mantel and got a fire going, and once he was done, Mirai went to wash his hands. When he got back Cater was wrapped up in a blanket sitting in the armchair that was turned towards the fireplace, and the little tea table held the two bowls and their mugs. 

“Come,” Cater called, head peeking from behind the chair. 

Mirai laughed, “No. Ima crush your legs.”

“No you won’t! Come here,” Cater laughed. 

Mirai sighed in defeat and made his way to Cater, crawling into the chair with him. 

“See?” Cater laughed, “Enough room for both of us.”

Mirai sighed, but accepted.

Mirai passed a bowl to Cater before grabbing his own. They ate in a comfortable silence, enjoying each other's warmth. Cater’s phone started blowing up with messages, and then he got a call. Cater laughed, answering his phone.

“Yes Riddle?” Cater answered. 

Mirai laughed when he could hear Riddle’s and many other voices on the other end. Most likely it was Trey, Deuce, and Ace.

“Riddle I’m fine,” Cater sighed, “It’s just a thunderstorm. I’m hanging with Mirai.”

Mirai could hear their voices quiet.

“Here, you're on speaker,” Cater said, tapping his phone. 

“Oi Mirai,” Ace called from the other end, “You okay?”

“Yes Ace, I’m fine,” Mirai laughed. “It’s just a little rain. Ramshackle is fine. We still have heat and power.”

“See?” Cater sang.

“I can worry if I want to,” Ace shot back. 

There sounded like quiet arguing before the other end quieted again.

“I’ll let you go,” Riddle said, “Stay safe and get some sleep, it’s late.”

“Bye Mirai, bye Cater,” Deuce yelled.

“Bye! Don’t have too much fun,” Ace laughed.

“Don’t be too rough with him, Cater,” Trey shouted.

Cater stammered, ending the call, and placed his phone on the table. Mirai laughed as Cater flushed, shoveling soup in his mouth.

After they finished their soup and tea, they sat with each other, enjoying the heat. Mirai’s eyes were closing until he felt lips pressing against the crown of his head. 

“Cater,” Mirai muttered.

Cater chuckled, turning Mirai head up so that he could kiss him properly. 

Cater kissed Mirai over and over, innocent kisses becoming something else when Cater turned his head to get a better angel. Cater hummed contently when Mirai whined against his lips. Mirai pulled away from Cater, taking a breath, and Cater continued his loving assault, kissing up the side of Mirai’s face up to the crown of his head.

“Cater,” Mirai called, “w-wait, wait.”

Mirai scooted off of Cater’s lap onto the floor.

“Where are you going?” Cater whined, “Come back.”

“I’m going to put these in the sink,” Mirai laughed. 

“Fine, but let me help wash them.”

“You wash and I put the clothes in the dryer.”

“Deal.”

Mirai moved the wet clothes to the dryer and put the whites in the wash. Back upstairs, Cater washed and dried the dishes, and put them back in their respectful places. When Mirai made his way around the dorm, he checked the lounge. Grim was asleep in the rocking chair. Mirai giggled to himself. He always found Grim quite cute, especially when he was asleep. Mirai bookmarked and closed Grim’s book, he then grabbed a little throw pillow, propped up the cat with it and covered him with a throw blanket.

“Night, Grim,” Mirai mumbled, tucking the cat in with a kiss between his ears. 

Mirai smiled to himself and turned around, jumping in surprise at Cater standing in the archway, phone poised, taking pictures of the two.

“#SorryNotSorry, but you two looked so cute,” Cater whispered.

Mirai shook his head fondly, “I’ll forgive you if you send those to me.”

“Of course,” Cater said, shooting Mirai a message before pocketing his phone.

Mirai left a small light on for Grim and left the lounge, and as soon as he turned the corner, he gasped, feet leaving the floor as Cater picked up him, and carried him bridal style upstairs.

“Cater,” Mirai hissed quietly, trying not to wake Grim.

Cater chuckled to himself, shoulders shaking as he climbed the stairs back to Mirai’s room. 

Once Cater made it to the room, Cater unceremoniously tossed Mirai onto his bed with a laugh. Mirai cackles turned into surprised gasps and Cater jumped onto the bed and crawled after him. 

“C-Cater,” Mirai gasped.

Cater laughed, leaning down, bracketing Mirai below him, “I wanna kiss you.”

Cater pressed their lips together, attacking Mirai’s lips in little kisses. He moved from his lips to his cheeks, up to his nose, his eyes, the crown of his head and back down the scar on his left eye. Mirai pressed his lips together, blushing as Cater did so. Cater made his way back at his lips and kissed him twice more, tilting his head and pressing harder into the boy below him. Mirai whimpered, tilting his head up more. 

They kissed, heads tilting, pushing and pulling, breathing becoming ragged. Cater pulled back a little, hands on his lover’s face, as he bit at the Prefect’s bottom lip, chuckling when Mirai whined at the feeling. Cater bit him again, and again, finally letting up, licking at the abused muscle. Mirai whined again, poking his own tongue out to lick at Cater’s. Cater’s breathing stuttered, licking at Mirai tongue, the tip of his poking at Mirai’s, moving up into the Prefect’s mouth, kissing the Prefect with renewed vigor. It was a tad messy. It was wet, tongues sliding against each other, lips red, sore and bruised, and there was the occasional clash of teeth. Cater’s hands were tangled in Mirai’s hair, gripping and pulling, and Mirai’s hands were gripping Cater’s borrowed shirt like a lifeline. Somewhere in the mash of lips, teeth, and tongue, Cater captured Mirai’s tongue, sucking it into his mouth. Mirai moaned loudly at the feeling, hands pulling at Cater’s shirt, back arching deeply, and Cater’s hands flew from Mirai’s hair to his back, hands smoothing at the divot. 

Mirai was gasping, breathing hard, one hand gripping the sheets above him, and the other in Cater’s hair as he moved back and continued his assault on the Prefect’s neck.

“C-Cater,” Mirai gasped, whining, “C-Cater, Cater, Ca-ter.”

Cater didn’t stop. He was nipping and kissing his way along Mirai's chin and collarbones, it wasn’t hard enough to bruise, but enough to feel Cater’s little fang scraping against Mirai’s skin.

“Cater, we have class in the morning,” Mirai breathed.

“Jus’ a bit more,” Cater breathed, finally stopping to look up at Mirai. “I wanna kiss you more.”

“And be dead on our feet tomorrow morning? Absolutely not. Plus I think you’ve had too many.”

Cater looked surprised, a chuckle bubbling from his lips, “You can’t have too many kisses.”

“Mn hm, if you take too many, they lose their value.”

Cater threw his head back and laughed.

“We still could get at least seven hours of sleep,” Mirai reasoned.

Cater looked as if he was debating when the clock overhead stuck ten. Cater looked up at Mirai’s hopeful expression and caved, “Fine, but I want a goodnight kiss.”

Mirai smiled at Cater’s pouting.

Cater scooted off the bed, looking for his phone. Now that he was up, he realized how tired he was. Mirai stood up as well, stretching his arms over his head. Cater messed around on his phone, while Mirai took off his arm. 

“Can I sleep with you?” Cater asked carefully after a while.

Mirai looked at Cater, and Cater was flushed red, the color close to the apples they ate earlier. Mirai found it cute.

“Just sleeping?” Mirai teased, raising an eyebrow, as he pulled back his bangs with a headband.

Cater nodded.

“You can stay Cater, I’m just teasing,” Mirai giggled.

“Um, does that offer still apply if I don’t sleep with a shirt on?” Cater asked meekly.

“As long as I can too.”

Cater laughed, pulling off his shirt and peeled off his socks, flopping onto the bed.

“Here,” Mirai called.

When Cater looked up, Mirai tossed him a phone charger.

“Oh, thank the Seven,” Cater groaned, plugging his phone into the wall by the bedside table, “I have like fifteen percent left. TYSM.”

“You’re welcome.”

They both climbed into bed, Mirai flipped off the lamp above the bed.

“Wait,” Cater shouted, flipping the light back on. “What was that?!”

“What was what?!” Mirai asked, panicking, literally climbing atop Cater, head whipping to and fro.

“On your back! You have a tattoo?!”

“You bastard,” Mirai shouted, smacking Cater on the leg, “I thought something was wrong!”

“Ow! There is something wrong! You never told me you had a tattoo!”

“It never came up!”

“Lemme see! Lemme see!”

Mirai rolled his eyes, still kinda angry about Cater scaring him, and turned around so that he could see it.

“OMG! This is sick, like totally sick,” Cater gushed from behind him.

On Mirai’s back was the spine of a dragon. Black inked bones trailed down the length of his back, and on his shoulder blades were a set of black bone wings.

“Th-Thanks,” Mirai stuttered, flushing under the praise. “I have another on my hip.”

“Ooh! Lemme see!”

Mirai twisted his body and on his right hip were a pair of watercolor Lilies. 

“Can I touch them?” Cater asked carefully.

“Yeah.”

Cater traced a finger down Mirai’s spine, tracing each individual bone until he reached the bottom. 

“Did it hurt?” Cater asked, tracing the wings.

“Oh yeah. They say bony areas hurt the most.”

“Then why’d you get it?!”

“Cus I wanted it. It looked cool.”

“Which one did you get first?”

“The Lilies.”

“Which one hurt the most?”

“The Dragon.”

Mirai remembers the day he got them done. It was summer break, school had been out for a couple of weeks already, and he practically was never home, not that his Aunt and Uncle cared. Mirai remembers hopping around from friend’s house to friend’s house between work, sleeping on the couch to avoid going home. He remembers one of his friends showing off his new tattoo, it was a small thing, nothing to be impressed about, but he kept bragging about it, how his brother’s friend did it for him, talking about how his mother didn’t know. Now, Mirai doesn’t remember how he even got the number, and how they convinced his friend's brother to hook him up, but he does remember when his cousins threw him under the bus and he does remember his Aunt throwing him out that day. He later went back for his second.

“Mi-Mi?”

Mirai jumped from his thoughts, “Y-Yeah?”

“You okay?” Cater asked, concern filling his green eyes.

“Yeah, of course.”

There was a moment of silence before Cater spoke up again, “Do they mean anything?”

“The Lilies do,” Mirai smiled, “My mother liked Lilies, her name was Lily, so I got them for her.”

“That’s cute.”

Overhead, the clock chimed three times, telling them it was ten thirty. 

“Oopsies. I kept you up later than what you wanted,” Cater said guiltily.

“It’s okay,” Mirai said, pulling away from Cater to lie down next to him.

Cater lied down and immediately sought out the body beside him, wrapping his arms around his lover, and Mirai wrapped his arm around Cater in return, pressing his face into the warm skin in front of him. 

“You can talk to me, ya’know,” Cater muttered, running a hand down Mirai’s back. “Anytime you need to, I’ll listen.

“Thanks Cater,” Mirai said.

“Good night, Hon,” Cater yawned.

“Night, Cater.” Mirai mumbled sleepily, pressing his lips against the top of his head.