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writtenwhalien · 4 years ago

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talk slow (m) | kth

pairing ↠ kim taehyung x reader

genre ↠ brother’s best friend | exes to lovers AU

word count ↠ 6481

18+ | full warnings ↠ drinking, swearing, teeeny bit of angst, fluff, marking, foreplay, softdom!tae, fingering, dirty talk, edging, teasing, finger sucking, praise, cunnilingus, slight begging kink, grinding, handjob, blowjob, face fucking, hair pulling, unprotected sex (don’t do it!), squirting, multiple orgasms, creampie, lil bit of cumplay, more implied sex.

Summary ↠ "Any semblance of amusement has since been wiped from your own face, and now as you look at Taehyung, your stomach drops, making you feel somewhat nauseous. As though he can sense your sudden distress, he looks back at you, his expression void of any humor it previously sported, and he simply gazes at you, eyes flickering with a sincerity that wavers you.”

A/N: I feel like this story is all over the place, lol, apologies in advance :) & a big thank you to everyone @bangtansorciere and Solaris @jamaisjoons for coming up with the perfect description of Taehyung! 💗 (feedback is always appreciated!)

“My turn!” Yoongi yells, his voice slurred as he waves his hand in a drunken haze. “Never have I ever” —he pauses, looking across at you while suppressing a giggle— “dated my brother’s best friend!”

Your jaw clenches momentarily, and you glare at your brother for a second while everyone around you holds back their laughter; Yoongi’s friends find it particularly funny, Taehyung included. Eyes flitting over to him, a hot spark of fury shoots through you when you see him smirking, his tongue rolling inside his cheek. The small motion also ignites something else inside of you, but you push those thoughts out of your head.

Raising your glass, you cock your head and smile plastically. “Nice one Yoongs,” you deadpan, throwing back your shot before reaching across the coffee table to take his solo cup from his hand. “And I fucked him too,” you add nonchalantly, taking a big sip of his drink and smirking as everyone around you erupts into laughter.

Hobi and Jimin roll over onto the floor, while Jungkook giggles and claps loudly. Meanwhile, Taehyung’s smirk grows and he leans back into the couch, his legs spread wide as he continues staring at you.

Yoongi pauses, befuddled in his drunkenness by your bold statement; it’s not like he never knew you and Taehyung slept together, after all, you dated for almost two years. But the idea of his best friend and little sister getting it on isn’t something he was particularly fond of, despite his regular proclamations expressing his happiness that you and Taehyung were dating. Sinking back into the couch, your brother scowls at you, though you just smile sweetly as the game moves on to Taehyung.

He picks up his cup, holding it out to you. He waits for the room to go quiet before he speaks, as calmly as ever. “Never have I ever sent a dirty text to the wrong person.”

You roll your eyes as he continues staring at you, and you snatch the cup from him to take another big sip. It’s a bloody good thing you’re not a lightweight.

Taehyung sits back in his seat, looking accomplished, though his eyes trail down to your cleavage, voluptuously accentuated by your push up bra… you know what he’s thinking, because your mind is also in the same place; the text in question is one you sent a few months ago, meant for your then boyfriend’s eyes, and you drunkenly sent it Taehyung instead. A part of you still questions it to this day, just as he does — maybe you sent it to him on purpose.

You were wearing a cream set, satin in material and adorned with lace edges. You know what that combination does to him, and the look on his face right now is evident of that.

It’s the same look he used to give you right before he’d fuck you into oblivion.

“My turn,” Namjoon says amusedly. “Never have I ever… slept with a celebrity.”

All eyes fall to you again, and you smirk, relishing in the opportunity to piss off Taehyung. You hold your cup up to him, the same way he did to you and smile proudly. “To the best sex of my life,” you muse, downing the remainder of Yoongi’s whiskey and coke.

Taehyung audibly scoffs, leaning back into the couch as he barely glances at you. And it infuriates you; your small dig at him has done nothing to quell your frustration towards him, especially when you know it was a lie. Taehyung is the best sex you’ve ever had, but you’ll be damned if you tell him that.

The game moves on to Hobi, but still you find yourself staring at Taehyung.

He looks nothing short of perfect, and you want to punch him for it. That, or sit on that stupid face of his. That stupid, perfectly sculpted face. As though it wasn’t painstakingly chiselled from marble by the most skilled artisan. A face that could even rival Adonis himself. That stupid fucking face.

The face you’ve known for almost nine years now.

The face that used to greet you after your worst and best days.

The face you so dearly admire, marveling upon how one can be so beautiful.

The face you used to wake up to in the mornings, only to be embraced by his strong arms, making you feel so loved in a way you’ve never experienced before…

Any semblance of amusement has since been wiped from your own face, and now as you look at Taehyung, your stomach drops, making you feel somewhat nauseous.

As though he can sense your sudden distress, he looks back at you, his expression void of any humor it previously sported, and he simply gazes at you, eyes flickering with a sincerity that wavers you. And in a second, you’re stormed by a cascade of emotions, making his simple stare somewhat unbearable. The heaviest of them is regret, and Taehyung’s deep brown orbs reflect the same weight of both of your past mistakes.

And it hurts.

Breaking eye contact, you turn to the sound of Hobi’s voice.

“I got one,” he calls excitedly. Hobi glances between you and Taehyung, holding back a smirk. “Never have I ever slept with my ex.”

Jungkook, Yoongi, and a few other unfamiliar faces around the table drink to that, but to everyone’s surprise, neither you, nor Taehyung do.

And with that question, you find yourself done with this game.

Mumbling some excuse, you get up and head to the kitchen, brushing past shoulders as you worm your way through the crowds of people in your house. Most of them are unrecognisable to you, but they know Yoongi in one way or another.

Entering the kitchen, you ignore the few looks from three random boys huddling around the island, and pour yourself a glass of cold water.

You’d rather not end the night a drunken mess, especially with the sudden onset of emotions you’re feeling regarding Taehyung.

When you had both started dating three years ago, it was your ideal relationship — you’d already known him for years before that, with him being one of Yoongi’s best friends, so you never felt afraid he might hurt you one day. But what you didn’t predict, was that you might be the one to hurt him.

The same year you got together, you were in your second year of college and you thought going long-distance wouldn’t be so hard, but you were wrong. While you were immersed in college life, Taehyung was focused on his new job, and your lifestyles clashed, no matter how hard you tried to align them.

Two years passed in difficulty, and after a lot of thought, you told Taehyung it might be better for you to break up, at least until you finished college.

Taehyung had never been as kind to you as he was in that moment; he always knew that being younger than him, you might struggle to live your own life and keep up your relationship with him, so he let you go. Even if it was the most difficult thing he’d ever had to do.

That conversation, almost a year ago now, was the last honest conversation you’ve both had, and it’s clear enough from your hostile behaviour to one another these days. Despite your word of waiting until after college to get back together, as the days passed into weeks, and weeks into months, you both ended up moving on. It shouldn’t have bothered either of you, but it did, and it still does. And now both of you harbor waves of frustration and anger towards each other, swirling atop a sea of regret, longing and love.

With a big exhale, you throw your head back and close your eyes, hoping to dissipate some of the frustration you’re feeling at both yourself and him.

“Excuse me, love,” a loud voice calls from the other side of the kitchen.

Opening your eyes, you turn to the sound of the voice.

The same group of guys are all looking at you, the tallest of them with a repulsive smirk on his face. He pulls out a pack of cigarettes from his back pocket and holds it out in front of him.

“Wanna join us?” he asks, nodding his head in the direction of the back door.

“No, thanks. I don’t smoke,” you say.

“What about a drink then?” another one of them asks.

“No, I’m good, thanks,” you repeat, irritation seeping into your tone.

“So you don’t want a drink or a cigarette?” the first one asks, raising his brows.

Rolling your eyes, you slam your glass down and face him. “I already told you—“

“She said no.”

Your head turns to the sound of Taehyung’s voice. Standing in the doorway, hands in his pockets, he glares at the boys. “But if you so desperately want someone to join you, I’m down for a drink,” he suggests, shrugging.

The boys mumble, one of them getting out a “we’re alright”, but Taehyung doesn’t move.

“Well then in that case, you can go and smoke yourselves. Outside.”

Taehyung’s tone and stance leaves no room for protest, and the boys seem clearly intimidated by his behaviour, stalking out of the kitchen, leaving you alone with him.

He looks back at you, but you just turn firmly on the spot, keeping your back to him.

“I had it,” you say, taking another sip of your water.

“I know you did.” His tone is softer compared to how he just spoke to the boys, and you almost feel tempted to turn around.

As you finish your water, you can still feel his presence by the door, and after a few seconds there’s a quiet scuffling as he steps closer to you.

“Y/N,” he says softly.

Giving in, you turn around and Taehyung is standing tall in front of you, looking down at you with a gentle gaze, but you turn away.

“What?” you ask curtly.

“Look at me.”

Swallowing hard, you cross your arms. “No. Just tell me what you want, Taehyung.”

“I want you to look at me,” he says more firmly.

Huffing frustratedly, you snap your head towards him. “Now what?”

“Are you mad at me?”

You scoff lightly, feigning politeness as you cock your head at him. “Now why would I be mad at you?”

“I don’t know,” he shrugs. “But you are mad at me. I know you are.”

“You know?”

“Yeah. I’ve known you for years and I dated you for two… I know when you’re mad. Especially at me.” There’s a muted vulnerability in his voice when he says those last words, but you quickly stiffen yourself up before it can have any effect on you.

“That was in the past, okay? You dated me in the past and now since we’re not together, and we’re not friends, you have no reason to care about me,” you snap.

Taehyung just stares at you, his expression unreadable, and it seems the words hurt you more than they hurt him. Your jaw clenches, and you brush past his shoulder to walk away, but Taehyung’s hand closes on your wrist.

“Let go o—“

“You think I don’t care about you?”

Hearing the incredulousness in his voice, you look up to see him looking at you with utter confusion on his face.

“I don’t think, I know.”

Dropping your arm, Taehyung looks down at you, his features no longer looking as gentle as they did a little while ago. “When have I ever shown you that I don’t care about you?” he asks, his brows furrowing.

“Seriously, Taehyung? The summer after we broke up, you wouldn’t stop parading around with your new girlfriend, doing everything you could to make me jealous.”

Taehyung pauses, frowning as he stares at you. “What? I wasn’t trying to…” he trails off, his face morphing into one of realisation.

It’s quiet for a few seconds, as the both of you stare at each other before you say something.

“If you cared about my feelings, you wouldn’t have done that, only five months after we broke up.”

Turning on your heel, you begin walking for the door, but Taehyung rushes in front of you, blocking your way out.

“Wait, wait, wait,” he says quickly. “I only did that because you and Noah were all over each other at your graduation party, remember that?”

“Noah is my friend, and you knew that!” you exclaim, shaking your head frustratedly.

“That didn’t stop him from touching you inappropriately!” Taehyung snaps back, somewhat exasperatedly.

Your jaw shifts and you just glare at him. You always knew Taehyung was jealous of the boys that you would hang around with, but you never knew it got to him that much.

“If it bothered you that much, then why did you break up with me in the first place?” you ask plainly, ignoring the feeling of your heart hammering in your chest — despite your part in the break up, you’ve always been hurt that Taehyung never fought harder for you. Especially because you regretted it almost right away.

Taehyung looks at you with wide eyes. “Y/N, you wanted to break up with me, remember? Not the other way around.”

“Well why did you let me then?!”

There’s no mistaking the pain that laces your tone, and it resonates with Taehyung, striking him right in the heart and leaving him speechless.

And now you feel all the suppressed emotions breaking free inside of you. And you’re unable to hide them from Taehyung any longer.

“Why did you let me go so easily?” you ask, the words coming out of your mouth faster than you can process them. “You didn’t even try to reason with me, you just said okay and that was it! If you really cared about me, you wouldn’t have let me go.”

“I did it for you,” he says quietly, and you can tell he’s being sincere. “I thought that’s what you wanted.”

“Well what if it wasn’t? What if it’s not what I wanted but you still let me break up with you?”

Taehyung hesitates, clearly confused. “How is that my fault then?”

“Because you didn’t try. Even after I still tried to be friends with you.”

Now his expression changes completely. “Y/N, how could I just be friends with you after two years of having more than that?”

You can feel the heaviness his words emit, and you find yourself growing more and more desperate for him. “Because we were friends first, Tae,” you say, much more quietly.

Taehyung catches onto your distress and feels mad at himself for doing this to you, especially now he knows you weren’t happy after you broke up. But the simple truth is that he didn’t know how to be only friends with you when he was, and still is madly in love with you.

“I couldn’t be just friends with you, Y/N,” he admits defeatedly.

And now you realise what he’s saying —the reason he never reached out to you how you did to him. But it doesn’t change the fact that he could’ve. If he really cared, he would’ve… right?

Taehyung sighs, easily being able to read the emotions on your face, and though you know you might just regret this later, you’re already in too deep so you let down your guard.

“Then why didn’t you say something? Instead of pushing me away. Why wouldn't you…” you trail off, your head dropping as you as you think of the one question that you’ve been asking yourself almost every day for a year. “Why wouldn’t you take me back?” you whisper, fighting back the tears that pool in your eyes.

Taehyung’s shoulders drop at your quiet voice, his heart beating hard in his chest. He never knew you wanted him back, because if he did, he would’ve crossed mountains and rivers to have you again. Stepping closer, he gently holds onto your arms so you’ll look at him. “What do you want from me, Y/N?”

As you meet his earnest gaze, you hesitate, wanting so desperately to tell him that you want him. Only him.

“I… I don’t know,” you say quietly.

Taehyung goes weak for your doe eyes looking up at him, glistening with tears which he wants to make disappear. Smiling softly, he steps even closer, leaving inches between you.

“Yes, you do.”

At the sound of his voice, so soft and reassuring, all your walls crumble and you’re left baring your heart to him. And the feeling is so welcome.

Without another second of hesitation, you close your fist in his shirt, pulling him in and crashing your lips into his. Taehyung’s hands close around your body immediately, holding you close should you suddenly move away from him, again.

He kisses you hard, his warm hands roaming up and down your body as he relishes in the feeling of having you in his arms again. You kiss him back with just as much excitement, your tongue sweeping across his lip before he parts and laps against yours boldly. Hands gripping your ass, he pushes you back towards the counter and lifts you up, the both of you ignoring the clatter of a few bottles knocking over on the counter.

All that matters to you is Taehyung back in your arms like you’ve wanted for so long.

His fingers twirl in your hair, his other arm wrapped around your waist to keep you flush against him. “I want you,” he murmurs in between kisses. “I want you back Y/N, please.”

Nodding breathlessly, you pull his head back and look into his eyes. “I’m yours, I promise I’m yours.”

Taehyung’s eyes flash with excitement, and you’re suddenly reminded of his loving dominance over you. Closing the distance between you again, he kisses you slowly this time, hands tenderly holding your head as you feel your knees go weak for him. And as you kiss him back, you feel your need for him growing stronger every second.

Placing a hand on his chest, you push him back and slide off the counter. “Come to my room in five?” you ask, looking up at him.

He nods, biting his lip.

You smile excitedly, walking out of the kitchen to head upstairs to your room. But not before Taehyung playfully slaps your ass.

“Sorry, couldn’t resist,” he beams when you turn around suddenly.

Letting out a small laugh happily, you roll your eyes and go upstairs, waiting for Taehyung to come up. And exactly five minutes later, he’s knocking on your bedroom door. Rushing over, you open up and don’t waste a second in feeling his lips on yours again.

He chuckles, eagerly kissing you back. Your fingers fumble for his shirt and he pulls back, holding your wrists.

“Wait,” he says, looking a bit dazed, “before we do anything, I just wanna make sure, we are getting back together right?”

“Yes,” you say quickly, grabbing his face for another kiss but he moves back just as fast.

“Okay, great,” he grins, “one more thing, Yoongi knows I’m up here.”

You consider this for a second, deciding on whether you should inform your brother now, that you’re getting back together with his best friend, or later. But you decide that it can wait for later.

“That’s fine, we’ll talk to him later,” you nod, hastily locking the door before moving in for a kiss.

Taehyung relents, a smile still on his lips as they press into yours. With his hands around your waist, he moves back with you to the bed, breaking apart for a second to make a comment.

“You’ve changed your room,” he muses, looking around at the walls which have since changed colour and decoration from when he was last in here.

“I have,” you respond, pulling his jacket off of his shoulders, “but I didn’t invite you up here to comment on my room.”

Once his jacket is off, your eyes land on his exposed neck and your lips find purchase on his skin, kissing all over.

“Mm, someone’s eager,” Taehyung chuckles, giving your ass a squeeze.

“Shut up and take this off,” you mumble, your fingers dragging his shirt out of his pants. .

But Taehyung stops you, smirking when you look at him in confusion. He brings a hand to stroke your cheek, gazing at you lovingly.

“I think you’ve forgotten how this works, angel,” he says, his sweet baritone voice and the use of his old pet name for you sending shivers down your spine. “I tell you what to do, remember?”

Feeling mesmerised by him, you nod dazedly, biting your lip.

“Good girl,” Taehyung murmurs, “now let’s get you out of these clothes, hm?”

His fingers brush against your skin as he pulls your top overhead, his eyes going dark when he sees your lace bra. “Always such a pretty angel,” he coos, hands stroking up and down your sides as he lowers his head to your neck. Lightly, he peppers your skin in kisses, moving down to your collarbone, and down your sternum.

“Tae,” you whisper, feeling breathless as he lowers himself to his knees, kissing all around your abdomen.

“Mm,” he hums, looking up at you with a smile as his lips move down to kiss your skin, just above your skirt. “You okay?” he asks, pausing.

“Mhm,” you nod, placing a hand on his broad shoulders. “Keep going.”

Taehyung nods, his fingers deftly undoing the zip of your skirt before he pulls this down, leaving you in your underwear. Looking back up at you, he slowly drags a hand along your inner thigh, feeling the goosebumps rise on your skin as he gets closer and closer, and then he slides a finger over your underwear, groaning when he feels the wetness through the fabric.

“You always were so ready for me,” he murmurs, placing a chaste kiss between your legs, only to come back up and push you down gently onto the bed.

Before he joins you, he pulls off his shirt and your jaw almost drops.

Taehyung was always broad, and he always had a firm torso, but now as you stare at him, it’s easy to see that his muscles are much more defined, namely his chest and arms.

“Did you start going to the gym?” you ask, kneeling on the edge of the bed as he approaches you. Your eyes drink in his body.

Taehyung shrugs, smirking as your hands glide up along his chest and you lightly squeeze his arms.

“Turn around,” you order.

He does as you say, just this once, and your brows shoot up in surprise.

“Damn Tae, you look so…”

“Sexy?”

“Fuck, yes,” you murmur, snaking your arms around his waist and bringing him closer, “better than sexy,” you say, bringing your lips to his shoulders.

Chuckling, Taehyung holds your hands over his abdomen, raising his head as you move your kisses upwards until you reach that sweet spot behind his ear.

“I’ve missed you,” you murmur, lightly sliding your tongue along his skin before sucking harshly.

“Oh, baby I’ve missed you too,” he groans quietly, stroking small circles with his thumb on your palm.

Humming, you keep licking and sucking, imprinting a small display of your love on his neck as he sighs contentedly. And to take advantage of your position, you let one of your hands slowly trail down his torso, your fingers remembering the silken feeling of his skin. And when you reach his pants, you cup your hand over the middle and squeeze, moaning when you feel his bulge against your palm.

“Angel,” Taehyung chuckles quietly, turning around. “Come ‘ere,” he whispers, tenderly kissing you while lowering your body to the bed and hovering over you.

Your legs immediately wrap around him as he kisses you, tongue delving deeper into your mouth as the both of you remember how good this feels. The kiss quickly turns lazy, with Taehyung grinding into you every so often, his hands roaming up and down your bare body.

“Tae,” you whimper, feeling incredibly worked up as he sucks debauchedly at your neck, with another hand squeezing your breast.

“Yes, angel?”

“Mm—more, please,” you moan, your back arching as he rolls your nipple between his fingers over the lace material.

“More?” he asks, a teasing lilt to his voice.

“Y—yes.”

Obliging, Taehyung trails his hand lower, and gently strokes over your clothed core. And just as he begins nibbling at your ear, he slips his hand past the band of your underwear, his middle finger dipping into your slit before dragging the wetness upwards.

“Like this?” he asks, smiling against your skin while pressing his finger against your clit.

You nod, your arms gripping his biceps as he picks up the pace he’s rubbing you. “Faster,” you gasp, feeling the pressure in your tummy grow much faster than you thought it would.

Taehyung does as you ask, his mouth sucking harder on your neck, eager to mark you up as his own again. “Are you gonna come already, Y/N?” he murmurs.

“I—yes,” you whine, hips bucking up towards him.

“That’s my good girl,” he grins, rubbing even harder at you.

“Oh, Tae!” You squirm beneath him, eyes pressing shut. “I’m gonna… gonna come.”

“You are?” he murmurs, slowing down his assault on your neck to look at you.

“Mhm,” you nod frantically, moaning as you feel yourself going over the edge—

And then Taehyung pulls his hand out from your underwear and brings his finger to your mouth so fast, slipping it in before you can even complain.

Groaning in frustration, you taste yourself on his finger, and Taehyung looks down at you, smirking.

“Suck,” he commands, and you obey.

Swirling your tongue around his digit, you don’t look away from his eyes, knowing the pleasure he feels every time you do this.

“Fuck,” he mumbles. “Angel, are you gonna suck me off like this too?”

Nodding eagerly, you release his finger with a pop. “Let me show you,” you say, looking up at him with innocent eyes.

Taehyung groans, leaning down to kiss your forehead. “Not yet, I wanna get you off first.”

He kisses your sternum, trailing his kisses lower until he’s sitting between your legs. Tenderly stroking and kissing your thighs, he works his way higher, taking his time to appreciate you all over again, and when he finally reaches your underwear, he pulls them off slowly, eyes glazed with lust when he sees you on display for him.

“Fuck, it’s been too long,” he murmurs, positioning himself between your legs. And with one look up at you, he opens his mouth and eats you out like a man starved.

Taehyung remembers every little thing that turns you on, licking and sucking your clit while groaning in pleasure from tasting you. His hands grip your thighs hard, and when you feel your orgasm approaching, he smirks and pulls away, placing wet kisses all over your inner thighs.

“Fuck, Tae,” you whine, throwing your head back into the pillow. “Please,” you plead, bucking your hips up.

Chuckling, Taehyung releases one of your thighs and slowly slips a finger into your pussy. “I wanna hear you beg for me, angel,” he murmurs, looking up at you as he kisses your skin. “Tell me what you want.”

He curls his finger at the same time, and all the pressure returns, leaving you breathless and desperate. And he moves his finger in and out, curling into your sweet spot every time.

“I— oh, Tae please, I wanna… wanna come,” you moan, fingers twirling into his hair.

“Tell me again, baby,” he coos, slipping another finger inside.

“Please make me come, I wanna co—ohhh please Tae,” you squeal, becoming more desperate as he slowly moves his lips to your clit, working you up torturously. “I, I’m so close,” you gasp, tugging on his silky locks as he sucks harder at you, and you feel the waves of your orgasm brewing, ready to let go and you’re so close but Taehyung quickly pulls away again, leaving you painfully on the edge.

“Fuck, Tae please,” you sob, your clit throbbing desperately for some release.

“Please what?” he grins devilishly.

“Please make me come,” you whimper. “Please, please, please.”

Taehyung chuckles, kissing your thigh gently as he looks up at you. “Okay baby, just relax,” he whispers, his fingers picking up their pace as he returns to your clit, and this time he doesn’t hold back, even after you orgasm he still licks you harshly, his strong arms holding down your trembling legs.

“Tae, stop,” you whine, breathing hard from your orgasm. “It’s too much.”

“I thought you wanted more?” he says huskily, gently nipping at your skin before coming back up.

“That was when you kept teasing me,” you say, winding your arms around his neck as he dips his head to kiss you. His body relaxes as the kiss grows more passionate and you feel his erection pressing into you.

“Mm,” you moan, pushing him off onto the side.

“Your turn,” you murmur, straddling his waist and grinding on his erection.

“Fuck,” Taehyung groans, his hands kneading your ass. “What are you gonna do?”

“What d’you want me to do?” you ask seductively, leaning forward and brushing lips with him. “You’re in charge, right? So you tell me.”

Taehyung cups your cheek and kisses you once on the lips before dropping his head back into the pillow. “Will you let me fuck your face?” he asks, his voice dangerously low as he uses his hands to guide your slow movements over his cock.

“Anything you want,” you moan, biting your lip as the pleasure grows in your core again. Before you get any more desperate, you slide down his body, pulling off his pants and boxers together.

Taehyung’s cock springs up and you let out a quiet whine when you see it.

“Missed me?” Taehyung grins cockily, getting onto his knees.

You’re still staring between his legs, biting your lip as you remember just how good he can make you feel. “You have no idea,” you murmur, shuffling closer and taking him in your hand to slowly pump him up and down.

Taehyung hisses when your thumb swipes his tip, and as you keep up your ministrations, he moans quietly. “Why don’t you show me then?” he breathes heavily, and you look up at him, batting your lashes innocently.

“Show me how much you missed me, angel,” he coaxes you, tucking a loose strand of hair behind your hair. “Can you do that for me?” he groans, his fingers sliding into your hair as you pick up the pace you’re pumping him.

Nodding eagerly, you shuffle even closer and start off with small licks on his leaking tip.

Taehyung groans, his fingers twirling into your hair. “Fuck, that’s it baby.”

Bracing yourself, you take in as much of his cock as you can, your hand pumping the rest, and pull off before repeating. Taehyung’s grip on your hair grows tighter, and he moans your name in pleasure.

“You’re such a good girl, Y/N, always taking me so well.”

You moan around his cock, feeling the wetness between your legs smear on your thighs. Pulling off of his dick, you hold onto his thighs and look up at him. “Fuck me, Taehyung,” you say hoarsely, fingers digging into his skin.

Taehyung’s eyes go dark and he holds up his cock for you to take in your mouth again, except this time, he guides you slowly first, pulling your hair to move you up and down his length.

“I forgot how fucking good you look with my cock in your mouth,” he groans, hips bucking towards your mouth every time he pulls you back in.

Whining, you clench yourself thighs, feeling more turned on knowing the pleasure Taehyung gets from this.

“You like that don’t you,” he moans, “love having your mouth stuffed full of me, fuck, I love seeing you like this, you’re all mine angel, aren’t you?”

Staring up at him with doe eyes, you nod as best as you can, ignoring the tears that stream down your cheeks, and you push on Taehyung’s thighs, coaxing him to go harder.

“Fuck, Y/N,” he exhales, looking down at you as he thrusts faster into your mouth, his bottom lip caught between his teeth. “You’re so good to me, so fucking good baby— shit,” he groans, his movements suddenly slowing down. “Come here,” he says huskily, tenderly holding you and lifting you up.

“What’s wrong?” you ask, wiping your mouth with the back of your hand.

Taehyung smiles, stroking away the tears from your cheeks. “I wanna come inside you, angel. It’s been so long and I’ve missed being in you.”

Grinning, you quickly kiss him on the lips before dropping to all fours. “This is still your favourite, right?” you ask, shimmying your ass closer to him.

Taehyung chuckles smacking your ass with a firm hand. “Absolutely,” he smirks, lining himself up and smearing his cock in your cum. “Tell me if it hurts,” he says, rubbing small circles on your hips as he gently grasps your waist.

“I will,” you nod, hands fisting in the sheets in anticipation of what’s to come.

And ever so slowly, Taehyung pushes the tip of his cock into you, and inch by inch, he carefully fills you up. Every time you think he’s bottomed out, he pushes in a little more and you can’t help but cry out when he finally does fill you up, his cock stretching you out so perfectly.

“You good?” he asks, his voice sounding strained.

“Mhm, you can go,” you tell him, moving your hips slowly to encourage him.

“Fuck, okay,” he breathes, slowly pulling out of you before going back in while still soothingly rubbing your sides, and each time he thrusts faster and faster until you’re both moaning in pure ecstasy.

“Oh my God, Tae,” you whimper, dropping to your elbows as he thrusts harder, his cock hammering you in your sweet spot.

“You’re doing so good angel,” he groans, fingers now digging into your skin as he pulls your hips back to meet him. He’s doing all the work and all you can do is take it every time his lengthy cock pushes deep inside of you, blurring your vision with stars.

“I’m so close baby, just a little more,” he grunts, slipping a hand down to your clit.

“Ohhh fuck, Tae!” you mewl, fingers tugging on the sheets as your orgasm rushes through you, your leg trembling and making every inch of your body go weak as you feel your release spray all over your legs and the sheets.

Taehyung slows down a little, riding you through your orgasm before pulling your back flush to his chest, and pressing his lips to your shoulders, neck, ears — anywhere he can.

“You’re so fucking beautiful,” he murmurs, hands trailing up your chest to play with your breasts. “I love it when you make a mess for me Y/N, can you do it one more time?” he whispers, lightly nipping your ear.

Still feeling exhausted from your previous orgasms, you let your head drop to his shoulder and nod weakly.

“That’s my girl,” he smiles, holding your body tight against him as he resumes thrusting into you. “You’re so perfect,” he coos into your ear, soothing your quiet whimpering as the pleasure builds all over your body again.

Reaching a hand behind your head, you twirl your fingers into the hair at the base of his neck, using all your strength to move along with him.

“Oh fuck, baby, I’m so close,” he groans, hands tightening as he holds you.

“Come for me, baby,” you mumble, dropping a hand to your clit. “I wanna hear you.”

Taehyung’s thrusts become sloppier as he nears his orgasm, and he brushes your hand out of the way to rub at your clit harder which has your back arching into him.

“Come with me,” he moans, “I-I’m so close— ohhh fuck Y/N.”

As you involuntarily squeeze around his cock, pleasure rolling through your body once again, Taehyung comes with your name on his lips, pushing into you with one hard thrust, his cock twitching inside of you.

As his high subsides, he slowly pulls out of you and you both collapse to the bed, Taehyung pulling you into his arms right away, kissing your shoulder lightly.

“That was fucking amazing,” he murmurs. “You’re amazing.”

You hum, looking up to give him a kiss before dropping your head to his chest and the both of you lay there in silence for a few moments.

“I’m glad you’re here,” you say quietly.

Taehyung rubs your arm, placing a kiss on the crown of your head. “Me too.”

“Will you stay the night?”

“Of course, but we should probably get cleaned up and tell Yoongi first,” he chuckles.

“Oh yeah, I’ll shower then,” you sigh, sitting up and wincing as you feel more of Taehyung’s cum leak out of you.

Sitting up beside you, Taehyung grins, his fingers trailing along your thigh before sliding over your sex and slipping his fingers inside of you. As you gasp, he groans pleasurably. “I filled you up real good,” he murmurs, stretching his fingers inside of you.

“Tae,” you whine, dropping your head to his shoulder while squeezing his arm.

“Yes baby,” he smiles, pulling his fingers out and bringing them up to your mouth. You comply to his unspoken wish, sucking his fingers clean of cum, both yours and his while he watches, mesmerised.

“I think I could do with a shower too,” he says cheekily once you’re done.

Chuckling, you get up from the bed and pull him up with you. “Babe,” you say softly, wrapping your arms around his neck, “I don’t think I can take anymore after all that.”

Taehyung nods, nuzzling his face in your neck. “That’s fine, but can I still help clean you up?” he murmurs, kissing your cheek.

“Of course, and I said I was done, but I’ve still got plans for you,” you grin devilishly, gently squeezing his balls.

“Ooh,” Taehyung bites his lip, “let’s go, now.”

Stepping to the side, you hold a hand out and point to the bed. “First you have to help me change the sheets, they’re still in the same place” you say sternly, then grinning as Taehyung mumbles, walking over to the drawer where you keep the spare sheets.

And as he stands naked by your drawer, deciding which sheets he wants to put on, your heart beams with happiness and excitement. Even more so when he turns around and meets your gaze, the same happiness gleaming in his eyes.

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solari-writes-things · 3 years ago

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aaaaaa I love your SFW alphabet ! Can I request one for Lion of R6 ? xx love

✨ Solari Says: Lion, huh? I usually don't write for him, this is actually my first request for him I've ever gotten. Sorry if it's a little poor quality, for that reason!

🛑 WARNINGS: Language 🛑

gif credit: @collinnmckinley (had to pull off of google-sorry, love.)

MORE LION | MORE R6S | > MASTERLIST < |

A = Affection (How affectionate are they? How do they show affection?)

Olivier's affection is something that is hard-earned and well deserved, should you be the one to receive it. He, shockingly, is very touchy. He always has to have a hand on you. An arm around your shoulder, your waist, your hip. A constant reminder that he is always there, watching over you, because his past experiences have made it so that he takes great care in the relationship he decided to build.

B = Best friend (What would they be like as a best friend? How would the friendship start?)

Your friendship wouldn't start conventionally. It would be over something odd: banter in the kitchen, kicking his ass in simulations, one of you cursing over something in the workshop as you work on gadgets. But, as abruptly as it started, both of you grew to the idea of maintaining the friendship and it becomes one of the longest lasting you have. Sure, you have your moments of wanting to slap the back of his head for some of the shit he says or does, but it's all a part of the learning process.

C = Cuddles (Do they like to cuddle? How would they cuddle?)

Yes. Olivier is very attention deprived, due to his rough upbringing and rough life. Any form of attention he is grateful for, and he will cherish it with care. There is no bounds to how he cuddles, it just matters that he gets them. But if he had to pick a favorite, he likes it when you lay your head on his chest.

D = Domestic (Do they want to settle down? How are they at cooking and cleaning?)

His past traumas make him weary of settling down. While he is trying to repair the damage he had done in the past, he doesn't want the risk of doing it again to anyone else he holds dear. Settling down isn't something that Olivier thinks about, however that does not exempt him from being a very good house-husband. Cooking and cleaning are something he does well, and he is very thrilled to share those with you in the day to day life.

E = Ending (If they had to break up with their partner, how would they do it?)

In person and straight forward. The man feels like he fucked up in most cases, he doesn't want to feel like he fucked up the break up.

F = Fiance(e) (How do they feel about commitment? How quick would they want to get married?)

It would take him a very long time to be convinced to even get married. Relationship commitment was hard enough to get him to agree on (because lets admit it, he wasn't the one to initiate it), let along marriage.

G = Gentle (How gentle are they, both physically and emotionally?)

Olivier is very physically gentle with you. His past makes it so that there's no real rough bone in his body, when it comes to a romantic setting. Emotionally? Depends on the context. Most days he's very gentle with what he says, but sometimes he speaks his mind without thinking about it. He's working on that, now.

H = Hugs (Do they like hugs? How often do they do it? What are their hugs like?)

Hugs from you? Yes. Hugs from other people? Negative. So it doesn't happen with others, but god damn if it isn't the most comforting feeling on the planet for both of you when you hug.

I = I love you (How fast do they say the L-word?)

Surprisingly fast for someone who was scared of emotional attachment.

J = Jealousy (How jealous do they get? What do they do when they’re jealous?)

He would get a little jealous should he see you getting a little chummy with another operator, even as friends. But, you both talk it out, and he's not one to tell you how to live your life. It's just something that he has to work on.

K = Kisses (What are their kisses like? Where do they like to kiss you? Where do they like to be kissed?)

Kisses from Olivier are always really brief and sweet, or like you're going to disappear for 30 years at a time. Usually on the lips, forehead, or top of your head. He also prefers kisses in the same spots, and I will not take criticism the man is soft.

L = Little ones (How are they around children?)

Awkward around his own, considering the past history. However, other kids? For some reason he is a god damned magnet and he takes it in stride.

M = Morning (How are mornings spent with them?)

Mornings aren't bright and early on most days. He prefers to sleep in, unless there's a mission within the next two weeks and he needs to create a schedule for himself. Then it's coffee and a morning workout. You're not getting out of it.

N = Night (How are nights spent with them?)

Also spent indoors. He's had enough excitement in his lifetime. Movies, dinner, cuddles are what he strives for now.

O = Open (When would they start revealing things about themselves? Do they say everything all at once or wait a while to reveal things slowly?)

Olivier is a closed book that you had to pry open once you noticed something was going on. Behavior differences, reactions bouncing off of your reactions, stuff that you knew was due to his past. So it took a long time for him to feel comfortable, however he was grateful that you whittled him down.

P = Patience (How easily angered are they?)

He's working on it. His temper isn't the best, but after a little bit of breathing he does fine.

Q = Quizzes (How much would they remember about you? Do they remember every little detail you mention in passing, or do they kind of forget everything?)

Olivier has a scary good memory. Nothing is safe, and if you don't want him buying something you casually mentioned three weeks ago, don't say anything at all.

R = Remember (What is their favorite moment in your relationship?)

The first night in. He never knew peace such as that first night. Movies, pizza, a nice laugh. It was probably one of the few days he felt he had control, where he didn't have to wedge himself to gain control, and he cherishes it a lot. It was the exposure to his relationship with you, that he could find happiness again.

S = Security (How protective are they? How would they protect you? How would they like to be protected?)

He is protective of you to a fault, and there is nothing you can say to stop him. And as much as you try to protect him, he will always put your safety in front of his own and it drives you nuts.

T = Try (How much effort would they put into dates, anniversaries, gifts, everyday tasks?)

He would try super hard to make you happy, because that's all he wants. He wants you to be happy, because he feels happy making you happy. It brings him a momentary bliss.

U = Ugly (What would be some bad habits of theirs?)

Speaking without thinking. His arrogance sometimes shines, and it makes you want to pile drive him into the core of the Earth. On some particularly bad days, he tends to withdraw, and it's something that you hate because communication has been the key to his emotional development.

V = Vanity (How concerned are they with their looks?)

Not really concerned. As long as his hair is nice and he keeps in shape, he's pretty much okay. He won't wear the same outfit twice, though, god forbid.

W = Whole (Would they feel incomplete without you?)

He's emotionally attached, so he always feels a piece of him is missing when you go on missions or go run errands. But it's not enough to be debilitating, just a slight nagging feeling throughout the day. You frequently get I miss you texts from him when you're on a mission, though.

X = Xtra (A random headcanon for them.)

Olivier's sense of humor is not for the light hearted. Most of it will end up with someone concerned for him, but eventually they get warmed up to it knowing that he's only kidding (maybe).

Y = Yuck (What are some things they wouldn’t like, either in general or in a partner?)

Olivier is pretty open about most things when it comes to a partner, except when someone matches his arrogance. He needs someone to keep him balanced.

Z = Zzz (What is a sleep habits of theirs?)

He moves around in his sleep. Not too much to where he keeps you up, but he'll change positions and shift around. He also snores, just a bit. Not like a bear, thankfully.

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promisedneverwrite · 3 years ago

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Nightingale

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Songs featured (have small name changes):

Chapter IX

Bea’s hand had healed up the next month, but Zoey was still keeping watch of her wrist just in case.

“Zo, I’m fine.” Bea pouted as Zoey experimentally felt at her wrist for the nth closely scrutinizing it’s movement.

“Just making sure.” Bea whined trying to get away from Zoey’s surprisingly strong but gentle hold in her arm.

“I’m fine, I’ll even play you a song if-”

“Done!” Zoey bee-lined to the couch, legs crossed and leaning back waiting.

Bea opened her mouth then closed it again as Zoey looked at her expectantly.

"Well?”

“I was uh joking.” Zoey raised her eyebrow and leaned forward picking up Beppy and setting him in her lap to pet him.

“Baby girl, you know better than to tease me.” Bea gulped at her pointed look.

“Y-yes ma’am.” Zoey smiled prettily at her, shooing her away to get ready.

Bea left and came back with her guitar.

“By the way, where do you magically hide your guitar?” Bea just smiles adjusting the strap of her guitar on her shoulder.

“Places.” Zoey narrows her eyes. “Any requests?” Bea tunes her guitar while Zoey thinks.

“Surprise me.” Bea chuckled as she sat on the coffee table in front of the couch. She thought for a moment then grinned wickedly. Bea starts strumming a tune that Zoey tries to put a name to, it sounded familiar. Then Bea starts to sing.

Zoey’s mom has got it going on

“No, Nope! Nuh uh!” Zoey’s eyes widen, crossing her arms in a big x as Bea clutches her stomach laughing. “Not on my watch.” Bea continued laughing and Beppy barks at the commotion.

“Your face.” Zoey pushes her off the coffee table with her foot while Bea just continues laughing on the floor. Zoey frowns pouting.

“I’m leaving.” Zoey takes Beppy with her going towards her room.

“No no wait!” Bea hurriedly gets up and quickly plays before singing.

If you leave me now, you'll take away the biggest part of me

Zoey rolls her eyes, still leaving but at a slower pace.

Ooohh no

Baby please don't go

Bea follows after her.

And if you leave me now, you'll take away the very heart of me

Ooohh no

Baby please don't go

Ooohh girl

I just want you to stay

Zoey enters her room and shuts the door on her with Bea still singing on the other side.

A love like ours is love that's hard to find

How could we let it slip away

We've come too far to leave it all behind

How could we end it all this way

When tomorrow comes and we'll both regret

The things we said today

Zoey shakes her head behind the door smiling, but she was still a bit peeved about Bea singing about her mom. She could appreciate the song choice, even if it was a tad dramatic.

Bea did her guitar solo looking at the door pouting.

A love like ours is love that's hard to find

How could we let it slip away

We've come too far to leave it all behind

How could we end it all this way

When tomorrow comes and we'll both regret

The things we said today

If you leave me now, you'll take away the biggest part of me

Ooohh no

Baby please don't go

Ooohh girl

I just got to have you by my side

Zoey lifts Beppy up to her face smiling into his fur as Bea continues singing.

Ooohh no

Baby please don't go

Ooohh Zoey

I just got to have your loving here

Zoey laughs at the improv and then opens her door to Bea who looks hopeful.

“A bit dramatic of a song choice don’t you think?” Bea shakes her head and smiles.

“I think it was just right for the situation.” Zoey purses her lips amused.

“Nice save by the way adding my name.” Bea chuckles.

“I felt like you’d just take custody of my son if I said the m word so close to the end of the song.” Zoey puffs a breath from her nose.

“You are correct.” Bea edges closer to Zoey looking up at her with puppy eyes.

“I’m sorry Zo, I promise not to sing about your mom anymore. Forgive me?” Bea bats her eyelashes at her. Zoey hums an opportunity presenting itself to her.

“One condition.” Bea squints at the slowly growing smile on her face.

“Anything… within reason.” Zoey laughs softly.

“Be a featured artist on my final.” Bea’s lips tilt down a bit. “Before you say no, remember this will make or break my grade, and our friendship.” Zoey dramatically turns away from her a small smirk playing on her lips.

Bea gasps in betrayal, face scrunching in disbelief.

“Ah, that’s not fair!” Zoey turns to her holding Beppy to her chest like a child.

“You sang about having the hots for my mom!” Zoey narrowed her eyes when Bea made no move to say anything about it. “Please Bea, I’ll even use a fake name for you.” Zoey gave her the most lethal puppy eyes that Bea had ever seen.

“Stop that! No!” Bea shields her face with her hand but Zoey finds an opening.

“Babe.” Zoey jutted her lip and then Bea saw a shimmer in her eyes and it was K.O.

“Ahhh fine!” Zoey smiles victoriously.

“Perfect, but for now I’m still mad at you, so be gone.” Zoey dramatically waves her hand turning away from her before Bea could see her laughing.

“Wait! Zoey!” Bea turns to her shocked.

“Nope! Gaining my forgiveness takes time, you’ll learn.” Zoey pats her cheek and Bea pouts.

“When do we record?” Zoey thinks about it, then smiles.

“I’m thinking the Saturday before Thanksgiving break.” Bea’s eyes widened as she went to the calendar hanging by the fridge and looked at the date today and the date of the showcase.

“Zoey, that's like almost a month!” Zoey pets Beppy in her arms and he just cuddles into her.

“So it is, maybe during this time you can reflect on why you chose to sing about my mom when I’m perfectly right here.” Zoey sticks her tongue out at her. Bea's lips purse.

“ I mean...” Zoey does this slow turn to Bea that got her stuttering.

“Y-yes, why didn’t I sing about the gorgeous Zoey Wade!” Zoey hums.

“I do accept gifts during this trying time, maybe it will help lift some of your sentence.” Bea chuckles a fond smile making its way on her face.

“Something from Crystals?” Bea goes to put her guitar away as Zoey calls out from the couch.

“The margherita pizza and cheesy garlic fries, por favor. Ooh and maybe something sweet for dessert.” Bea chuckles as she shrugs on her jacket, keys jingling on the belt loop of her pants. She shoulders a box-like backpack on her back as she slips on her shoes.

“Alright, sit tight. Movie night after?” Zoey nods, playing a bit of tug of war with Beppy on the floor. He released little adorable growls trying to take the toy rope from Zoey.

“For sure! Be back soon.”

Bea had driven first to the cafe parking her bike across the street and bringing her bag with her. She had also brought the cd of her recorded songs, she had Zoey help with putting it together which she gushed over at the time.

Sam spotted her first as she came up a smile on her face.

“Hey, Robin, good to see you!” Bea smiled, waving. Her audience didn’t know that that wasn’t her real name, except Crystal and Zoey. There were a lot of people there as always, the calm and homely atmosphere and soft conversations roving around as she took a moment to look.

“You too, I got your CD and I’d like to get some baked goodies to go.” Bea handed the CD to Sam who took it giddily and put it into her apron.

“Oh sure!" Sam turned to the counter calling out. "Hon?” Alex popped up from behind the back of the cafe bar.

“Yeah?” Alex looked to Bea and smiled wide. “Oh your back! We missed you. How’s the arm?”

"It's doing alright." Bea moved her hand a bit to show them.

Sam smiles placing a hand on Bea's shoulder.

“She’s come to drop off a gift and buy some goodies.” Alex looked confused for a moment before Sam rolled her eyes in amusement and held up a cd.

“Oh! I got the payment hold on.” Sam patted Bea’s arm as she left to bring some dishes to the back as Bea moved to where Alex was behind the glass of baked goods.

“Sorry I couldn’t visit, midterms and all. My wrist is all healed up so that’s fun.” Alex chuckled and slid her an envelope and Bea’s eyes widened, waving her hands in front of her.

“Oh no, you don’t have to-” Alex pushed it to her.

“No, take it we agreed to a payment.” Bea pushed it back sheepish.

“Really it’s okay.” Bea faltered a bit under Alex stern gaze.

“Robin, you earned it.” Bea felt a gentle hand on her arm to see Sam smiling up at her.

“Just take it kiddo, you won’t win this one.” Bea chuckled nervously and took it, putting it inside her jacket pocket.

“Thanks.” Alex chuckled while Sam watched amused.

“You earned it, you’re an amazing performer, take pride in your talents.” Bea blinked and felt a bit embarrassed. Alex and Sam both gave her a soft motherly look as Bea smiled shyly at them. Alex patted the glass counter and smiled.

“So what’ll it be?”

Bea had gotten an assortment of the many desserts the cafe had to offer all for half price for the anniversary gift.

“Thanks again.” Bea packed it into her bag and secured it onto her back waving to them as she left downstairs. Heading down she met Poppy making her way up, Bea gave her a small smile and Poppy raised an eyebrow in greeting looking at the boxy bag behind her.

“If you need another ride home just call me.” Bea grinned. Poppy scoffed and flipped her hair continuing up a small upward tilt on her lips.

“Not a chance, Uber eats.” Bea chuckled and continued downstairs to her bike and drove to Crystals.

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thesmokingguns · 4 years ago

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Wendy and The Lost Boys

CHAPTER FOUR

WARNINGS: Mentions of smoking and drinking, there is sexual content so please be 18+

Tommy was twirling his drumsticks backstage getting ready to go on stage for the Halloween show. They were playing with Ratt at the Solari Ballroom and were supposed to go on in five minutes. The band had all dressed up as vampires for the set. Tommy peaked out and saw the place was packed. He felt a hand on his shoulder turning to see Nikki smirking at him. They headed on stage cheers rising up. The amount of chicks that were filling the club in their little costumes. It was going to be a hell of an after party.

Nikki saw the bunny ears and smirked knowing exactly what that girl would be wearing. He watched the ears bob to the front of the crowd bouncing along to the music and missed a fucking note when he saw Sasha, tits pushed up and almost spilling out of the Playboy bunny suit she was wearing. She looked exactly like one of his dirty dreams but she was there in person. Her blue eyes landed on him and the way she smiled made him almost fall off the stage. How the fuck did she look so good? Was it because he wasn’t seeing her everyday anymore? He watched her singing along to the music, her blonde hair shaking to the beat. If she kept moving like that she was going to pour right out of her top. As much as Nikki wanted to see that he didn’t want anyone else to see it. He said a silent thank you when she seemed to notice and tugged that tighter than life outfit up the half inch it could go. She still was pouring out of that top land he couldn’t focus on the set at all watching her dance in front of him like that

When they finished up playing Nikki wanted to yank her out of the audience but she was headed to the bar, her bunny tail shaking along with her, before he could grab her. It was like everything he was thinking she was already one step ahead of. He quickly headed into the crowd, trying to avoid the crowds of girls that all seemed to want to talk to him. Sasha turned a glass of Jack Daniels in her hand that she handed to him. Nikki was surprised but thankful as he slammed the liquid back in two burning gulps.

“Do I look like a magazine cover?” She asked him with a teasing smile on her face as he set the empty glass along the bar, nodding to the bartender that he wanted a refill. His hand was on her hip pulling her closer to him so she could talk to her without anyone hearing their conversation. Her long eyelashes swooping to look down at his hand and back up into his green eyes nearly knocked Nikki on his ass. What was it about her tonight that was making him so crazy?

“Why do you have to be the biggest tease? Don’t you know hard it is already without you putting in any effort?” He asked her, he felt her hand on his cheek and knew she was going to take the cigarette behind his ear. She smirked as she plucked it from him, Sixx opened the lighter for her, moving back and breaking the contact he had on her. “I like your costume but you know I’m a Hustler guy. I’m all about full nudity.” He threw back the comment from a couple months ago, watching the way that she smirked up at him. Sasha leaned in her lips kissing his earlobe with each word she spoke.

“I’m a Hustler girl in bed. You can ask my boyfriend about it later.” Her voice was like velvet and razorblades as she delivered the burn to him. At the mention of her having a boyfriend Nikki frowned. She flicked her ashes turning back to look through the crowd.

“What are you talking about?” He was getting angry with her comment. She didn’t respond to him, only finished her drink, taking a drag of the cigarette she had stolen from him. Nikki was getting riled up way earlier in the night than she had expected him to. “Do you hear me or am I talking to-“ he stopped talking when this blonde guy walked over wrapping Sasha up in his arms and giving her a kiss. And not her usual peck on the cheek she’d greet some of the guys with but she leaned into his arms kissing him deeper than Nikki wanted her to kiss anyone.

“Sugar Pie, I couldn’t find you during the show.” His hand stayed on her hip where the bassist had been holding a moment before. He wanted to know who this stranger was and why he thought he could walk up to Sasha like this. “Let me buy you a drink, sugar pie.” The guy didn’t even seem to notice Nikki standing there as he ordered her a drink handing it to the blonde girl with a smile on his face that the bassist was thinking about punching, “Are you going to say hello to your brother before we leave for the party?” Nikki was watching her face that she has masked in this perky smile despite her blue eyes being bored with this person.

“Yeah, Cherry Pie, why don’t you come backstage and say hello to Tommy.” Nikki butted in coming up with his own spin on the nickname the man had been using for her. She gave Nikki a pointed look making his smirk just widen knowing that the nickname had done it’s damage. The guy, who she had obviously come with, turned looking at the bassist like he was just realizing that he was standing there.

“OH! You just played.” He said nodding his head like he was understanding who he was standing with now, “Not my favorite music but you guys are a good club band. I could see you doing some of the Top 40’s with your chick singer. She was great.” The guy tucked a hand in his khakis before wrapping his arm around Sasha who had the biggest shit eating grin on her face as Nikki fumed at what the prick had just said to him. Be should punch that fucking asshole right in his mouth. They were already walking away, her little bunny tail shaking with each step she took. She turned to look at him over her shoulder and mouthed ‘club band’ before making herself laugh so hard she leaned against the blonde man.

Sasha was sitting backstage, perched on the side of the couch, her legs draped effortlessly between the college preps legs. His name was Len, short for Leonard which was the stupidest name Nikki should think of. Nikki couldn’t stop looking at the dumb bunny tail that would shake when she laughed. It had been two months of college for Sasha and he could see the way that she was changing. Nikki wasn’t sure that he liked seeing all the changes.

“Sugar Pie, we should get going now. The party has already started and I still need to pick up the keg for the house.” She looked down at the man on the couch who was staring up at her like a lost puppy dog.

“Why don’t you head over there, Len? It’s Friday night and I haven’t had any time to spend with my brother. I’ll take a taxi over later.” She didn’t really give him any room to argue as she moved her legs for him to stand up. The boy was flustered but tilted her head back letting him kiss her. The way her cherry lips attached to his, turning his mouth the same color as her lipstick had the boy flustered when he pulled away. Nikki watched her swipe her lip over her top lip and the guy swallowed. That fucking guy couldn’t handle her. He left shaken and the smile on her face was bright. With him gone the first thing Nikki did was slide across the couch so he took the man's spot.

“You’re not really dating him, right?” Vince asked, squeezing the bunny tail as he passed with a look of pure delight on his face at her costume, “That’s a real playmate costume.” She rolled her eyes at the lead singer. Leave it to Vince to be able to tell just from squeezing her tail that she was in the actual Playboy suit.

“He’s in the Frat that my sorority is close to. We’ve been out a lot together.” She shrugged her shoulders, her feet slipped between Nikki’s legs, one of her ankles resting on his left knee. He sat back, his hand sliding to rest on her ankle. He did it casually so it didn’t look like he was freaking out like he was inside. Fucking Sasha and her easy going nature were throwing the bassist off so much tonight he felt like he was in a fog, “And I got a job as a waitress at the Playboy club which is why I’m in uniform. So I have a favor to ask you.” She plucked the cigarette out of Nikki’s mouth that he had just lit to keep his mind off whatever game she was playing. “I work late a few nights and I don’t want to have to go back up to school so can I crash on the couch a couple nights a week?” She looked at Tommy who was already jumping up picking her up and spinning her around. The energy the drummer had at all times was absolutely insane. He woke up going 100 miles an hour like he was now.

“HELL FUCKING YEAH! You’re going to be back on the Strip with us!” He set her down watching the way she smiled at him, she had called a few nights from school and she wasn’t sleeping. He was sure she took the job in hopes of getting a couple hours of sleep a night, “I can walk you back too. That way you’re not out late by yourself because mom would kill me.” Sasha looked past Tommy to where Nikki was sitting on the couch watching her.

“Good. Can I sleep over tonight?” Her eyes didn’t leave Nikki’s and he looked away grabbing the bottle of Jack off the table. Something was almost aggressive about her tonight and Nikki needed to make sure he stayed ahead of whatever was going on. Which was going to be very hard because she was literally dressed like his fantasy.

“Of course!” Tommy didn’t seem to see the exchange between her and the bassist. Or if he did he knew better than to comment on it.

“Won’t your boyfriend get mad about you not going to the Frat party?” Nikki asked from the couch, he was grumpy like Mick usually was, and she knew it was because of her. Sasha smirked knowing her plan of making him jealous was working.

“I said we went out a few times. So he’s not really my boyfriend. Are you guys going out or back to the apartment for an after party?” She turned to Tommy as she swatted Vince’s hands away from her bunny tail he was trying to squeeze again. “Down, boy.” She teased giving the singer a look that made Nikki stand up.

“Apartment. Let’s go.” His hand was on her upper arm already dragging her out. He tried to put his leather jacket over her shoulders to cover her but she kept shrugging it off. “It’s cold.” He commented as a car drove past catcalling and whistling. When she blew them a kiss he turned to give Tommy a look for some support but the drummer was just laughing.

“Stop walking so fast.” She complained, pulling her arm out of Nikki’s and falling back a few paces. Vince squeezed the tail again. “Stop.” She smacked his hands away watching him smirk at her as the boys all got ahead of her. They were all idiots, she decided watching the way Tommy ran with Vince through traffic to a group of girls across the street. They were probably going to spread word about a party that was BYOB so they wouldn’t have to buy anything.

Sasha’s high heels clicked against the concrete as she walked and she shivered wishing she hadn’t been trying to make Nikki jealous of people looking at her. She could use his coat now that they had been walking for a few minutes. She looked up seeing the bassist waiting for her on the corner. Sasha reached out her hand smirking when he laced their fingers together and turned into the street. Nikki had slowed his pace, realizing she was teetering in the high heels. She leaned into him, her skin cold.

“You’re really working at the Playboy club?” He asked as they headed up the stairs. The way her hips swung side to side he could see why Vince had a hard time keeping his hands off her bunny tail. Sasha nodded her head, moving to the window that was open about an inch. She was glad that they had made it back to the apartment first. She wanted to sit down without hearing a thousand people talking over each other. “Aren’t you worried about what people might think?” He asked as she stepped inside. Sasha looked up at him, confused.

“What would anyone think of me being a waitress?” She asked him. Nikki didn’t want to say it was him that was worried. All the men that went to those clubs and her in that little costume of hers, spilling out so that eyes didn’t want to leave her. She could see his eyes on her outfit and she nodded her head in understanding. “Well, I’m wearing more than what Tommy wears on stage and I’m making more money in tips than you probably made for the show tonight.” He didn’t mean to offend her but there was this annoyance in her voice.

“I have vodka!” They both turned to see Tommy coming in the window, followed by a group of people all trying to push their way through. “Take shots with me.” He was pulling her into the kitchen, both of them laughing like little kids.

Nikki watched her all night only losing sight of her when his head was down to snort a line. She had been practically glued to Tommy’s side. They called him and the drummer the terror twins but the way that Sasha and T-Bone were together was even worse. They took turns pouring vodka down each other’s throats like water, they had set fire to the carpet when she pointed out a cockroach, and she was this wingwoman for him having girls feel comfortable around him so he could pull three girls at a time in his room- which he was sneaking away to do now. But as soon as Tommy left her she was swarmed by guys and he could see she fucking loved it.

He watched the way she would pull a cigarette from her pack and how they would light it for her. This party trick never ceases to make her laugh. At one point she was looking for a place to sit and someone had lifted her up setting her on the counter. Nikki had almost dove across the room when he put his hands on her. But he knew better. He was going to keep his distance because there was no way she was going to do something bad. He was able to contain it until some fucking guy leaned in whispering in her ear. He could see the pink blush sliding over her cheeks and only could imagine what he was saying. She wrapped her arms around the man's neck letting him lift her down from the counter and letting him lead her to his fucking room. Nikki was to them before they even had a chance to turn the doorknob.

“Get the fuck out.” He warned the guy. The man turned stunned to see Nikki standing there but the bassist wasn’t in the mood, “In the room, Angel.” he told the girl watching as she pulled away from the man and opened the door to Nikki’s room.

“I know her from school-”

“I’m not going to ask you again to get out of my apartment. If I need to make you leave it’s going to be a real problem for you.” Nikki warned. He could see the kid calculating the words being spoken to him. In the end the kid left and Nikki opened the door to his room.

Sasha didn’t bother to turn to look at him. She had her back to him, her hands tracing over his bureau. She had kicked off her shoes leaving them in the middle of the floor for Nikki to trip on when he woke up in the morning. Sasha had been around Nikki enough to know when he was angry and she had been pushing all of his buttons tonight. The sound of his door locking and the soft scraping of his chair against the rug to go under the handle made her heart catch in her throat. She could feel him behind her, close enough that the warmth of his body was radiating against her. His hands were on her leg sliding up the tights, chuckling deeply as he flicked the bunny tail, her hands still moved up, over the curve of her hips to the small of her waist where he squeezed as if realizing for the first time how slim she was, before moving up again.

Nikki wanted her. All the teasing and flirting with other men. Seeing her parading around in the bunny costume, kissing boys, the hands of men reaching out to get a touch of her had been driving him crazy. Then she had the audacity to try and take another man into his room. It was too much for him to take. He tugged down the zipper, without a word, letting the tight costume come loose from her body. She didn’t say anything, just stepped out of the outfit, watching as he reached out her to lay it flat on his bureau.

Sasha licked her lips, his hands were moving to her tights and panties that he rolled off herin one careful motion, laying them on top of her costume. The fluttering feeling was in her stomach and she could feel this weight between her legs of warmth as she thought about what was going to come next. Nikki turned her around, his eyes taking in the fully naked girl in front of him. Her tits perky with pink nipples already pointed, just begging for his mouth to suckle them. He wanted to leave purple hickeys all over her, marking every inch of Sasha as off limits to anyone but him. She was watching him take her in, her blue eyes curious as to what he was going to do with her now that he had her naked.

“I didn’t like you bringing a boyfriend to a show.” he told her, watching the way she rolled her eyes at him, “It’s not funny, angel. I’m not laughing. I’m not smiling. It’s not a fucking game.” he didn’t like how she was just looking at him smiling. Sasha reached out, her fingers stroking his cheek, her simile widening as NIkki’s eyes closed and he pressed his face into her hand. He was getting right to where she had wanted him to be.

“It has to be a game with you, Nikki. You don’t want to date me because you refuse to be serious with anyone. So it’s like a game of cat and mouse.” her nails scratched at his face softly, “Gotcha.” she whispered, making his green eyes flash open. He had played right into her hands. She had done everything to make him jealous and make it to this moment in time. Now that she was naked in front of him, the emotions rising all night what was he supposed to do.

“No one is going to win this game.” he warned her as she wrapped her arms around his neck. She was going to end up hurt and Nikki liked her too much for that to happen. Sasha shrugged her shoulders slightly.

“Why don’t you just kiss me, Sixx? Instead of reading off your warning label. I don’t want anything other than you to kiss me right now. It doesn’t have to be anymore than that.” she was lying to him and they both knew it. They both could see how they wanted each other, all of each other in that selfish way like kids who couldn’t share toys. NIkki had proved tonight that he didn't want her around anyone else. But she was giving herself to him and he was going to take it.

His hands slid to her ass lifting her up easily, letting her wrap herself around him. If she wanted to play with fire he was going to make her burn. As soon as he pressed his lips to hers in the desperate hungry kiss he felt like he was falling. It was like the first time he did drugs. The overwhelming comfort of something to get lost in. She surprised him with the wetness of her tongue exploring his mouth before he could slide his into hers. She kissed just as desperately as he felt. The feeling of her tongue round his, his teeth biting her bottom lip, pulling it closer into the kiss. How could he only have just a kiss? He pressed her against the bed, feeling her hands pulling at his clothes. Sasha didn't want anything between them. She wanted to feel Nikki against her, all of him without a barrier.

“Just the shirt.” he begged her as she went to untie his leather pants, “Just the shirt, angel. If I’m naked I won’t be able to control myself.” his mouth was trying to find hers again but she pulled away, the way she looked at him. Those blue eyes lustful and shining like stars, her lips pouting accented only from the fact he had been roughly kissing her, he was fucking screwed. He would have done anything she wanted at that point.

“Nikki, please, I just want to see all of you. I want to touch every part of you. Please, Nikki.” The way she said his name and how polite she was. He didn’t even realize he was untying his pants until they were bunched up around his ankles. “Oh my god.” It was worth it for that reaction from her. She gave him a shy blush then and he knew he needed to control himself. Sasha made room for him to come back onto the bed, her legs moving to weave with his as they continued kissing, like sloppy teenagers. His hands went to her breasts, the hiss she released, as he tugged at her nipples. She was so sensitive, bucking against him.

“You like this, angel?” he asked his thumb and pointer finger rolling her nipples, tugging at them and getting the soft throaty moans to come from her. Nikki used this opportunity to kiss along her throat. He wanted to leave little marks for that piece of shit college boy to find later. He wanted to see her tomorrow putting cover up on the marks or tying a scarf. He felt so possessive over the girl who was very much not his. He had made it clear he didn’t date and she had made it clear she still wanted this. Sasha’s hand crept up between them gripping Nikki’s hardness in her smaller hands, moving up and down as she kissed him. Wet mouths so hunger for each other and desperate to make the night they were having to last for as long as it could. “A little faster, like this.” he moved her hand up and down his length, watching the pink of her cheeks as he bucked against her motion, NIkki was trying to open up her thighs, he wanted to dip his fingers into her honey and lick up the sweet taste of her body. But she was managing to keep her legs together despite the ache between them wanting him. Her mouth was hungry for him and greedy as she took in his taste. It was like he was made of alcohol and sorrow; it was all she could taste on his tongue and she was in love with it.

“Oh fuck, Sixx.” Sasha whimpered feeling his mouth move down, a tongue licking over one of her hard nipples. Her hips pushed forward making her moan as she pressed into the solid thigh. She was stroking him like crazy now, a puddle in his arms as they laid in the bed beside each other. Nikki could feel her wetness against his thigh and pushed his leg against her hearing her moan loudly. Thin layers of sweat were on both their bodies now. His hand moved to her back and hip, helping her grind into his thigh, the wet pussy of hers throbbing against him as he helped her ride him.

“I’m going to cum, angel, but I want you to keep riding my thigh.” she nodded weakly moving her hips like he was directing her to do. This build up in her stomach happening like nothing she felt before. To overload her senses more Nikkie was kissing her again. He was rougher now, his teeth gnashing against hers like he couldn't get enough. Their bodies mixed up buckling together as Nikki spilled himself onto her stomach, the warmth of his cum causing a gasp from her as he smiled against her lips. She sounded so surprised but the way she pressed her hips down spoke volumes to him, “Keep going, good girl.” he cooed watching her. It happened suddenly like she wasn’t sure what the hell was going on but she came, open mouth and moaned from her lips his name.

When she opened her eyes, she was gasping for breath and feeling like she was waking up from a dream. But he was there with her, tucking her blonde hair behind her ears, kissing the side of her mouth as if he knew she had just used up all her energy with him. She blushed looking at them both covered in each other.

“I would offer to go shower but there is a full party going on outside this room so all I can offer you is a tshirt to clean up with.” she nodded her head watching him get out of bed and pull a tshirt she had probably washed out of the drawer gently tossing it to her. He watched her clean up, this silence settling over them that he wasn’t sure how to break.

“We should probably try and get back to the party.” she was standing pulling on her underwear. It was obvious NIkki didn’t really know what to say or do, “I know you can’t do anything serious, Nikki, but I don’t want people thinking I’m just the chick you’re banging for the night. That’s just not who I am and it’s not who I want to be. But I’ll probably come back to sleep tonight if that’s cool.” she told him. “Maybe when you grow up, Peter Pan, I can be your Wendy.” she teased reaching behind him to grab a t-shirt she could wear out to the party.

He let her leave the room, slightly baffled when she pulled out a beat up pair of Keds from under his be. She also stole a cigarette laughing as she waltzed out into the room of people like she had never left it. Only now he knew her differently. And she was covered in hickeys that were peeking out from where she tried to cover them with her hair. Nikki wished he wasn’t the way he was but part of him was grateful she knew that he wasn’t going to be serious about her. Even though he liked Sasha he didn’t want to disappoint her. It would save them both a lot of heartache if they just didn’t get together, he hoped; right now all he could think about was she would leave after the weekend and he didn’t know what happened at that college campus but it left his stomach turning. Nikki redressed not wanting to think about anything at the moment because for someone who usually knew what they wanted he had no fucking idea.

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Story: Finis Coronat Opus, Ch.4: Hereafter

After spending the evening with the team, the party awoke early in the morning, about as prepared as they were going to be with this mission. When they walked to the edge of their encampment, Arceus emerged from the clouds. He descended towards the party, stopping with his back turned so they could climb onto him. “Have you prepared? Once we leave, there is no returning until we defeat Necrozma.”

Everyone would look to each other, and Solaris would nod. “We’re ready.” They would all climb onto Arceus’ back.

“Then let us be off.” Arceus bellowed, placing an air bubble around himself and taking off for the sun. As they were leaving, Zane would place himself in a corner, looking very out of it. Solaris would sit next to him.

“You doing okay, buddy?”

Zane would remain silent for a beat. “I don’t know. To think that this Earth I’m on is the same one as from home…”

Arceus would turn his head around to look at the Marowak. “I can see uneasiness in you, Zane. Are you sure you are up to handling this fight?”

Zane would nod, but would stare his lone eye at Arceus. “Just answer me this. Why didn’t you tell me this? That this world and mine are one and the same?”

“I think that answer should be obvious to you,” Arceus said. “Look at how you are reacting. Given your mental instability in the past, telling you would have proven fatal then. Now that you’ve become more mentally stable, and that you have a good support group of friends, now was the best time to tell you.”

Zane would fall silent, and would sag his shoulders. “That’s probably all I’m getting from you about this.”

“Zane,” Arceus said. “You must not fret about the past. You were spared from an untimely death.” The God would go silent. “As is my understanding… Your race went extinct mere decades after I pulled your soul.”

Zane would grit his teeth. “I see…” That was an even tougher pill to swallow. Before he could have time to process, everyone looked around them as the blue skies changed into deep black and stars. As they exited the atmosphere Zane couldn’t help but push the thoughts back for a moment to take in everything around him.

“We are nearly there. Get ready.” Arceus warned. The group picked themselves up, preparing themselves for the fight. “When the time comes, I will hand you this. This bracelet will absorb Necrozma’s light. Once absorbed it’ll trap the beast’s light within it for good.” Arceus would produce the bracelet. It was small, with a brown leather strap, and had a prism-like crystal embedded into it.

As they approached the sun, the shape of dragon wings could be seen hiding behind the sun. It appeared small, but as they approached the shape of the dragon grew in size. Isaak could only stare, his mouth agape.

“I-Is that…?”

“Necrozma.”

The dragon stood massive, nearly three stories tall. It appeared chained down, unable to move much other than its head. The group stared in amazement at the creature. “How are we going to…” Isaak started.

“Its armor plating. Strike at those points - on its head, chest, wings, and legs - and it will grow weaker. Once it is weak enough, we will absorb its light and end this creature once and for all.”

Arceus would pull in a large meteor, one big enough for Necrozma and the team to stand on and would place another air bubble around it. “I will provide support to you all when I can. Now go… Defeat Necrozma! Its bindings won’t hold for much longer!”

Arceus would teleport the four onto the meteor, maneuvering behind Necrozma where he couldn’t be seen. Solaris would look up.

“So that’s Necrozma… A culmination of souls…” He would look over to Zane, who seemed ready but hesitant. “You sure you’ll be good?”

Zane would take a drop for his throat. “I’m fine. Let’s focus on this thing. The lives of everyone back home are more important than how I’m feeling right now.”

Suddenly, the meteor shook, and Necrozma would break free from its shackles, letting out a loud roar. Vance would draw his blade. “Cut the talk, here it comes!”

#adventure of a lifetime: team destiny #story: finis coronat opus

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thefloatingstone · 5 years ago

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If you’re doing Self Quarintine (and you should be if you can help it) here’s some Youtube recommendations! Some of these I have posted about or recommended before but with almost all of us stuck indoors now’s a good time to remind you of some cool things you can watch for free!

I’m not gonna imbed the videos, I’ll just post the link because otherwise I would only able to post 5 and I want to collect a few so you can make a playlist or something. (I could make a playlist too but then I couldn’t tell you what each video is and you can’t pick and choose which one sounds interesting to you)

In no particular order:

Polybius: The video Game that doesn’t exist

An hour long documentary in which the youtuber did extensive research to find the origin of the “Polybius” Urban Legend, which speaks of an early arcade game reportedly seen around the early 1980s which reportedly gave people migraines, insomnia, nausea, subliminal messages, and in some cases heart attacks.

The Universal S

A shorter video in which LEMMiNO does his very best to try and track down where exactly this S that we all drew in middle school comes from? Why does literally every country on earth seem to HAVE their children draw this S?

I also recommend LEMMiNO’s video on the Dayltov Pass Incident and the perplexing UFO cases

Down the Rabbit Hole: Henry Darger

Fredrick Knudsen has an incredible fascinating series called “Down the Rabbit Hole” which simply focuses on... anything you can discover and go digging into. From weird internet personalities, to bizarre happenings in history. This video is about the artist Henry Darger, a man who lived in the early 1900s and for all intents and purposes had a perfectly average, lonely life, until it was discovered just before his death he had spent literally decades writing and drawing a fantasy world in what is possibly the longest piece of literature ever written.

I also recommend his video on the Hurdy Gurdy

Bedtime Stories Channel

I’m actually just gonna link the whole channel for “Bedtime Stories”. If you like weird and creepy stories, all of which at least claim to be “true” then Bedtime Stories is great. Coupled by illustrations and subtle sound effects, Bedtime Stories is literally listening to someone tell you a story about such things like hikers who mysteriously went missing, Sightings of Bog Men in Florida and giant Birds over Chernobyl, as well as weird and unsettling murders that remain unsolved. Sometimes the facts are a little dubious or have been disproved, but that’s not the point of the channel. It’s here to tell a creepy story, not give you a documentary.

A Journey Through Rule of Rose

Rule of Rose is a Survival Horror gave for the PS2 which has rather bad gameplay... but a FASCINATING story with just as many layers and symbolism as Silent Hill 2 could boast. It tells the story of one young woman traveling back into her own childhood in an orphanage in the 1930s, and all the horrors that contains. From repressed grief, abusive relationships, child neglect, abuse, and bullying... but it ALSO contains symbolism of societal class structure, politics, eating the rich, and how power structures work. Not for the faint of heart, but HIGHLY recommended.

I also super highly recommend his video on the similarities between Silent Hill 2 and Solaris

Clemps Reviews Crisis Core

Mr. Clemps is a great internet gamer who reviews JRPGs and other games he simply enjoys. Sprinkling in a heavy dose of comedy and very fast jokes and observations, Clemps’ videos are always upbeat, fun, and incredibly enjoyable to watch. I’m linking part 1 of his Crisis Core video in which he explains why the PSP game remains a personal favourite of his despite its flaws.

I also recommend his video on Eternal Sonata

Defunct TV: The History of Dragon Tales

Defunctland is a channel that deals with theme parks and theme park rides that are no longer standing, or which are no longer around in their current form. Defunctland also has a sub series though, called “Defunct TV” where they look at the origin of children’s TV which are no longer airing. I recommend the video on Dragon Tales which is incredibly wholesome, and a genuinely uplifting and soft story of good people trying to make good things for children. (I also recommend the videos on Bear in the Big Blue House, Zoboomafoo, and Legends of the Hidden Temple)

Hagan’s Histories of Polar Exploration

A Playlist for Diamanda Hagan’s videos about the doomed Franklin Expedition from the late 1800s, where England tried to find a passage through the Northern Arctic to the Pacific Ocean. This went horribly horribly wrong, with every member of the Expedition dead. Over a 100 years later we are still fuzzy on what EXACTLY happened, but apart from the arctic chill, there is also evidence of faulty canned food, a series of bad decisions, and cannibalism. Caution advised for this series.

I also recommend the rest of Diamanda Hagan’s channel. She is NOT for everyone, but if you enjoy somebody reviewing Z grade indie movies as well as just BIZARRE films, really bad Christian media bordering on Science Fiction (without making fun of religion itself) hot takes of classic (and modern) Dr. Who, an introduction to Red Dwarf, She’s an EXCELLENT channel to check out.

Good Bad or Bad Bad: Pass Thru

A half podcast half review show where two guys watch a terrible film, decide if it’s “Good” Bad or just Bad Bad and tell you if you should watch it too.

That’s it. That’s the whole show.

I recommend diving into the untold madness that is one of the best(?) bad film makers currently still producing batshit insane movies, the immortal Niel Breen.

There is literally nothing I can say that’ll prepare you for Niel Breen.

(I also recommend their more recent video for “Dancin’ It’s on!”)

History Buffs: Apollo 13

Do you like History? Do you like movies ABOUT History? Do you want to know if the movies about history you watch actually resemble what really happened in any way at all? History Buffs is an EXCELLENT channel, which does talk about the merit of a film itself, but is mainly focused on letting you know just how true to life that historical film you watch is. I highly recommend his longest video which covers the space race between the USA and the USSR, leading to what is known as “The most Successful Failure in NASA’s History”. The Infamous Apollo 13 and where the words “Houston, we have a problem” came from.

If you’re not interested in Apollo 13 however, I also recommend his video on the movie Casino, as well as his video on the female philosopher, Agora.

The Internet Historian: The Goodening of No Man’s Sky

With videos with literally MILLIONS of views, you probably already know the Internet Historian. But I still want to recommend him very highly because his videos are just THAT good and entertaining. I recommend his newest video, documenting that time we were all pissed off about No Man’s Sky, the difficulties the game studio was in when the game released, and how they have been working hard to finally create what is now a truly brilliant game which is winning major awards. A really good underdog story of how a video game company actually saw what was wrong with their game, and FIXED it.

I also recommend his video on Fallour 76 as well as the Failure of Dashcon

8 Creepy Video game mysteries

Hey. Did you know that sometimes there’s some REALLY weird shit in video games, hidden easter eggs which took literal decades to find as well as just a lot of “what the actual fuck?”. Oddheader is a channel with a dedicated discord and Reddit form solely focusing on trying to find or replicate bizarre video game finds, mysteries, and hidden glitches. Even if it means getting in his car and driving to a specific arcade just to check a rumour about Street Fighter II’s arcade version. So if you like getting spooked by weird game shit that’s not just some dumb creepypasta, this is a great place to start.

I also recommend his video on weird discoveries in DVDs and movies.

Red Letter Media: Best of the Worst

Look you already know who Red Letter Media is.

You know... these guys:

Here’s a video of them and Macaulay Culkin watching 3 terrible movies together.

I recommend literally any and all of their videos. Their discussion on Carpenter’s The Thing is amazing.

The Impact of Akira: The film that changed Everything

Ok trying to pick just ONE Super Eyepatch Wolf video is literal torture. Originally I was going to suggest his recent video on Final Fantasy 7 for the PSone but I realised I recommended something FF7 related with Clemps, so instead I will recommend The Impact of Akira, a video talking in depth about Akira both as a film as well as a manga, how it completely and utterly changed the anime industry both in Japan as well as the west, and why it is still a meaningful and one of the most important anime/manga even to this day, still being unsurpassed despite so much competition.

However, ALL of Wolf’s videos are incredible, so I also recommend his videos on wrestling (despite me not caring about wrestling at all), His video on how media scares us, The bizarre reality of modern Simpsons, Why the Dragon Ball Z manga is great, and literally any other video he’s made. He hasn’t made one bad video yet.

Was Oblivion as Good as I remember?

Exactly what it says on the tin. The Salt Factory goes back to playing The Elder Scrolls Oblivion and now with hindsight and modern sensibilities, gives feedback on his experience and whether Oblivion still holds up. This isn’t a super in depth review of the game’s mechanics or how its put together or how it was made. This is simply one guy talking about his experience replaying it with somejokes thrown in and how he felt revisiting it. It’s pretty good.

I also recommend the video he did on Morrowind (because I’m biased).

Weird Japan Only PS1 games

Thor High Heels is SO GOOD and deserves SO MUCH MORE subs than he currently has. THH focuses a lot of obscure and lesser known games as well as big popular titles like the Yakuza series, talking about what he likes about them, what he thinks is cool, and just what kind of atmosphere and mood a certain game has, even if the game itself is kind of ass. He’s done several videos on games that were only released in Japan, as well as videos talking about the fashion in Squaresoft games and how it inspired as well as was inspired by real world street fashion, the aesthetic of PC-98 games and other topics. He also styles his videos and thumbnails after promotional art for video games from the 90s and generally just has an excellent style to his channel over all. Very chill.

Blue Reflection Review

ValkyrieAurora is a channel run by Sophie where she talks about games she personally likes and enjoys. Her videos are really laid back and her voice is really calm and pleasant to listen to. She’s made a bit of a reputation for herself as “The channel that talks about the Atelier Games” and general is just a really enjoyable channel worth checking out if you just want something soothing to listen to.

Ancient Chinese Historians Describe Japan

Voices from the Past is a channel were historical text is read out loud in english. These can be anything like the above video where Chinese historians describe the people of Japan around 297 AD, Accounts of “Dog-Men”, or the worlds oldest letter of complaint from 1750 BC. If you’d like something interesting historically to listen to but don’t want a full blown history lesson, this is a really good way to hear contemporary people talk about their experiences and what they thought about each other in their own words, without opinions or input given by the narrator.

The Most Mysterious Song on the Internet

Whang! is a channel that covers weird internet stories, some horrifying, some curious and interesting, and some just plain weird. His video on The Most Mysterious Song on the Internet and its update, are about a song which was recorded off the radio in Germany around the 1980s, and after one person online asked if anyone knew who the artist was as they couldn’t find any information, led to the realization that NOBODY online knows where this song came from or who sang it. It’s a fun mystery to look into that, unlike some others on this list, is not creepy or unsettling, although perhaps a little frustrating.

I also recommend his video on The Most Mysterious Anime theme song, and the haunted Ebay Painting.

5 Lost, Destroyed, and Locked away Broadcasts

Yesterworld is similar to the Defunctland channel in that it talks about obsolete rides, theme parks and other forgotten pieces of entertainment. Although the majority of the channel focuses on movie rides, rollercoasters and Disneyland, I recommend the video on lost and locked away broadcasts which you can no longer see. I also recommend the video about Lost and Rediscovered movie props.

The Nightmare Artist

I talked about this one recently as I just discovered this channel. This video is about the renowned Polish artist Zdzislaw Beksinski who painted surreal and horrifying paintings during his lifetime. There is no mystery here or anything like that, it merely talks about the impact WWII left on Beksinski and how the trauma his country and people suffered influenced his painting, and how certain images and motifs can be seen to directly reference this terrible part of Poland’s history.

Disabilities in Prehistory

Modern media likes to portray how “savage” the ancient past is, and tell us stories of how any person born with a deformity or disability would be thrown over a cliff or dumped in a well because they would be too big a drain on a community to look after. But here’s the thing... according to archaeological evidence, it turns out our ancient ancestors actually did their best to look after its disabled members to the best of their abilities. This video talks about archaeological finds of people who had genetic disabilities and what we can learn from their remains. TREY the Explainer is a great channel for archaeology and also talking about what answers we could have for sightings of cryptids. (not ALL of which we have answers for)

I also recommend his video on Pre-Contact dogs as well as Homosexuality in Nature and the Genetic History of the Ainu.

Decoding “The Secret: A treasure Hunt”

“The Secret” was an art book released in the 80s full of beautiful paintings, but it is also more than that. The book has a fantasy story talking about 12 fantastical races who left wonderful treasures for humans to find,and the book’s paintings and riddles will tell you where you can find each of these treasures which are yours to keep if you can solve the puzzle... and the treasures are 100% true and can actualy be found and claimed, if you can solve the riddles in the book. The video tells the story of the artbook, who was behind it, what the treasures are, how many have been found and various other facts and details.

I also recommend the videos on this channel “The Game: A scavenger Hunt” and “The investigation of Erratas”.

5 Ancient Inventions That Were WAY Ahead Of Their Time

I would recommend you be careful with this channel as its main focus is existentialism and rather alarming topics such as “how close are we to the apocalypse” and other things whose titles alone are enough to upset me. However this video is nothing like that. This video is exactly what the title suggests it is. 5 ancient inventions that were so incredibly ahead of their time you’d think they were made up. From the computer used by ancient Greeks to steel swords we don’t know how to replicate, this video is a great mix of mystery and history.

Although I caution you with this channel, I recommend Joe’s other videos about mysterious books, as well as his video on the most inbred people in history.

However, I know I keep repeating this, I highly recommend caution with this channel. Perhaps its just me and the topics of life and existent are just triggering for me, but I’d recommend maybe just doing a search for the titles I mentioned and not to go searching through the video library unless you’re not bothered by this kind of thing.

Anyway I could keep going, but I think that’s a LARGE amount of videos to keep you occupied for the time being as well as some suggestions for further viewing.

Please enjoy, let me know if you found something interesting, and look after yourself!

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afictionaladventure16 · 5 years ago

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Just Good Friends (Tom Holland x Stan!Reader)

Chapter 3

Just Good Friends Masterlist

Previously on Just Good Friends...

Warnings: mentions of death

Word Count: 1,377

A/N: BIG THANKS TO @snarky--starky for helping me edit this chapter!

A few weeks had passed since you first arrived on set and every day you still felt the same excitement when you exited the trailer. You sat on a couch that was in the make-up trailer. You watched as Sebastian got his hair and make-up done for his scene today.

Sebastian glanced at you, he felt bad that there wasn’t much for you to do while he was busy and you’ve been spending time with either Chris or Elizabeth but they both shared a good amount of screen time with Sebastian. “Hey,” Sebastian said to grab your attention. “Why don’t you go look for Scarlett? She’s not supposed to film for another hour, I know she’ll be happy to see you.”

You shrugged. “Why not,” you mumbled as you got off the couch and made your way out of the make-up trailer. You squint your eyes as soon as you exited the trailer, you groan to yourself, but a voice catches your attention. You look over to where you heard the voice and you spot Scarlett waving at you. You smile to yourself and walk over, “I was about to go over to your trailer,” you say as Scarlett pulled you in for a hug.

“Really? Finally gonna visit your old pal.”

“Hey, it’s not my fault you’re constantly filming.”

Scarlett let out a small chuckle. “I’m on my way to get into my suit, why don’t you come with?”

“Sure, why not? I have nothing better to do.”

You both began walking toward the costume trailer, it wasn’t far but it was a bit of a walk. “So, anything you want to tell me?”

“Huh?” You gave her a confused expression.

She smirked. “I hear you and Tom have made an acquaintance,” she said with a smile.

“Yeah and?”

“And what do you think?” You can tell by the sound of her voice that she was beginning to get excited.

“What do I think about what?”

Scarlett rolled her eyes. “About Tom!”

You let out a frustrated sigh. “We’re just friends!”

“Sure, just friends,” she wiggled her eyebrows causing you to roll your eyes. “So, tell me why he acts so on edge when he’s around you?”

You shrugged. “Maybe it’s all that testosterone?”

Scarlett stifled a laugh, she opened the door to the costume trailer and much to your surprise, no one was there. You began to examine the costumes that were hung up, spotting some familiar ones and ones that you have yet to see. “You ever thought of becoming an actress?”

“Sometimes,” you mumbled. Looking over at Scarlett as she looked through the wardrobe.

“Sometimes? What’s holding you back?” You shrugged, sitting down on one of the director’s chairs that were placed in the trailer. “Something is holding you back.”

“I always wanted to pursue the same career as my biological mother and finish what she abandoned to take care of me.”

Scarlett hummed in response. She sat down on the director’s chair next to you. “What did she do for a living?” You glanced at Scarlett. “You’ve only told me that she gave her career up to take care of you before… you know.”

You let out a heavy sigh. “She was an amazing writer,” you began. “On occasion, she’d write these amazing pieces on these amazing people, but she was writing this book about her and my dad but she never got to finish. She traveled to the places they’ve been just to experience some part of that love again. It hurts that she never finished it.”

“And you want to finish it for her,” Scarlett mumbled. You gave her a small nod. “She’d be proud of you, you know?” You opened your mouth to respond, but the sound of Scarlett’s ringtone interrupted. Scarlett let out a huff “One second, hon.” You watched as Scarlett rolled her eyes as she answered the phone. “Yeah?” Scarlett stayed silent for a few seconds. “You have to be kidding me.” She pinched the bridge of her nose. “I can be in my suit in like five minutes but I still need my hair and make-up… It shouldn’t take long… I’d say about twenty minutes… Alright, see you then.” Scarlett hung up the phone and quickly got off the director’s chair. “Sorry, sweetie, I have to cut things short. One of the actors isn’t feeling too well so my scene got shifted up by half an hour, so I have to get ready.”

“That’s fine,” you gave Scarlett a soft smile as you got off the director’s chair.

“Hey, I have a day off tomorrow, maybe we can go grab something to eat? We can continue talking about this, yeah?”

You gave her a small nod before leaving the trailer, you felt a bit disappointed because for once it felt like someone was actually listening to you. Yet, now it all felt too good to be true. With all the therapists you’ve seen, you always felt like they were obligated to listen since it is their job to do so. Sebastian is always too busy to just sit down and listen to you and your parents, well, you felt like they thought you were too fragile. They aren’t wrong. You have felt fragile for the longest time and you’re so afraid that if anyone were to just touch you, you would shatter into a million pieces leaving you to pick them up.

You weren’t paying attention to where you were walking, your head was down as your mind was drowning in your own thoughts. You turned the corner, oblivious to what was in front of you. You glanced up, noticing Tom one step ahead of you, his face locked onto his phone screen, obscuring your path. Your eyes widen as you yelped, your feet stumbling over his.

“Whoa!” Tom quick with his reflexes, his hand wrapped around your waist, holding you there, safe from falling until you regain your balance. “We really need to stop bumping into each other like this,” Tom said, a small smirk forming on his lips. Tom expected you to at least chuckle at his joke but he got silence in return, you let out a heavy sigh as you brush your hair behind your ear. “Something wrong?”

You forced a smile onto your face, “I’m fine.”

You began to walk away, Tom placed his hand on your elbow causing you to draw your attention back over to him. “You can always talk to me, Y/N.” The thoughts flooded your mind once again, tears began to form in your eyes, this is what you were afraid of. “Come on,” he whispered, grabbing your hand in a platonic way. He led you out of the trailer area.

“Tom, where are we going?” You asked as you both walked down the sidewalk, his hand still holding yours.

“Somewhere,” he replied as he focused on leading you to where he had planned. You both walked for quite a while, eventually ending up at a park. Tom sat you down at one of the benches that overlooked the sunset, he sat down beside you with his legs on opposite sides of the bench. “Now, are you going to tell me what’s wrong?”

You felt tears well up in your eyes, you moved your legs so they were on opposite sides of the bench, just like Tom was. “I feel myself forgetting my parents,” you choked out.

Tom grabbed your hand, gently rubbing his thumb on the top of yours. “Tell me about them.” You glanced at Tom, his voice sounded sincere, like he truly meant it. His eyes met yours and all you could do was melt into those brown eyes of his, but this was all platonic right? You’re younger than him and he was famous, he was just showing this act of kindness because he had to, right? “Tell me everything,” he continued. You were falling and you hated it, you wanted so badly to close him out. Rebuild those walls up that he had torn down when you weren’t looking. You wanted to walk away and tell him that you are fine but you are not. You are not fine and you just want someone to listen to your pain.

“Okay.”

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lovelivingmydreams · 4 years ago

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Ask the trouble trio: let’s go get lost in the wilderness boys! Adventure awaits

(#from @i-died-50-years-ago 'I think they should explore the castle and the capitol' I altered the chapter a bit for you. Intro got a bit long so the real forest is still comming up)

Virgil sighed. "Well... we should maybe check on the Capitol before we leave..." Virgil started reluctantly. Roman jumped up and dragged Virgil from his chair.

"Come on Remus! We have a lot of ground to cover if we wish to slay any monsters before nightfall," Roman called as he led them to the gates.

The Capitol was bustling with activity and Virgil didn't know where to look first. It helped a little that everyone stopped to bow when they saw them pass by. He was walking behind Roman and Remus next to Dante. Percival had decided that he didn't like being so low to the ground when in a crowd and had turned himself into a raven. He was circling above them, keeping an eye out with him.

The people seemed to be in a good mood, Virgil had to admit. It didn't look like anyone was thinking about assassinating Remus and framing him.

Suddenly something caught his eye and he effortlessly moved through the crowd and pinned a young woman to the wall making her drop her satchel with the necklace and rings she'd swiped from a vendor as well as the gold pouches she'd pickpocketed.

"Dante, I believe this young woman is yours," he called back, holding her arms behind her back.

One of the guards that had been escorting them took the cursing woman from Virgil's hold after which the purple clad man knelt to pick up the stolen goods.

He silently handed the jewels back to a gratefull vendor and looked at the pouches with a frown.

Percival perched on Virgil's shoulder.

"I believe he aims to help you.," Roman smirked as he approached and put a spell on the pouches. "This'll help track down their owners," be informs them.

Virgil nodded and gave Percival the pouches. "See you soon," he waved gently as the bird takes off.

He looked up at Roman. "For some reason I figured your kingdom would be a perfect little utopia," he muttered.

Roman chuckled. "Well I tried. But unless I take away free will entirely there is no way to do that. Besides 'life without rainy days is incomplete' right? We'll find a way to get her to turn her life around."

Virgil nodded. Roman had a point. A perfect world was lazy and childish. And Roman -contrary to what some believe- was neither. They continued their walk through the Capitol and just when Virgil noticed Percy had returned someone called out to them.

"Thank goodness. Your highness! Good sir!" A middle aged woman made her way through the crowd panting heavily.

"My brother left for the woods days ago. He hasn't returned yet and now my niece and nephew are missing allong with my horse!"

The trio knew what the woman meant.

"Percival! I need a ride!" Virgil called out as Roman whistled on his fingers, Virgil had no doubt Solaris could hear.

"Mell! Get out of that trash! We got some gremlins to save!"

The crowd made room for the bird and the dog hybrid to change into their equine forms, though Percival became a pegasus this time around.

Then Solaris landed and the three were magically saddled to save time.

"Are you sure Virgil?" Roman asked, knowing how much Virgil hated flying.

"We have to catch up before they reach the forest!" Virgil exclaimed his eyes blazing with determination as he got in the saddle and turned to the captain of the guard. "Dante you comming?" He asked as he held out his hand. They couldn't wait around for him and he wouldn't have a comfortable ride with Remus. And he'd probably object to riding with the royal twins anyway.

Dante blinked in surprise. "Why...?"

Virgil rolled his eyes. "Once we find the kids someone has to escort them home while the rest looks for their dad. I'm not sending them with Remus, I'm not leaving the twins to their own devices and Roman will not let us go of on our own again any time soon. I need to know they are with someone I can trust. So get on and let's go!"

Dante grabbed Virgil's hand and let him pull him into the saddle with him.

"Let's go on a freaking adventure," Virgil murmured as the three took off to the sky.

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fullmetalscullyy · 5 years ago

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royai week 2020 - day 1: letter

summary: a oneshot, loosely based on scenes from the batman film: the dark knight rises. a letter from a sweetheart doesn’t get passed on in order to protect one’s feelings, but at what cost?

rated: m | words: 4719 | warnings: graphic depictions of violence

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“Why didn’t I get that letter?” Roy asked, voice cold. It hurt to hear Roy speak to her in that way, but Riza stood by what she did.

“That woman had already broken your heart. I did it to protect you, as is my job. I won’t apologise for that,” she replied calmly.

“You had no right,” he growled, rounding on her.

“I had every right," Riza stated simply despite the fear prickling over her scalp and down her arms as she heard him talk to her in that way. Not once had he ever raised his voice or been angry at her. However, she was doing her job, as he'd requested. "You asked me to keep your best intentions at heart, which I did.”

“This was important. Solaris is dead, and you threw away my last connection to her? The last thing she left me?” His chest was heaving with his anger.

“This was before she passed,” Riza replied tactfully. “She hurt you, Sir,” she added but was cut off.

“You’re fired,” was his reply. There was no room for argument. His voice was dazed and hurt. He was hurt by what she'd done and by what could have been. What he could have known.

Riza’s lips pursed. He’d always been the emotional one of the two of them, using them to rule his decisions, however if that was what her employer decided, then that was that. She wanted to fight. She wanted to yell at him to stop being so dense and realise that she’d done it for his own good and had removed that letter from her possession before Solaris died. However, there would be no getting through to him in this state. She needed another way…

“Understood, Sir,” Riza confirmed, trying to keep her emotions out of her voice. Roy had already turned to walk up the stairs of his mansion as she spoke. Taking a deep breath, she turned away herself with every step feeling like a dagger in her chest, despite believing what she’d done had been right.

Many years ago, she'd mastered burying her feelings for him. This was not out of jealousy. Riza wasn't that kind of person. No, this was out of her sense of duty to him. Riza had been the one to hold him and comfort him when Solaris had ended their chance at a relationship in the first place, picking someone else over him. She'd dried his tears and done her best to get him back on his feet. Riza has watched him spiral into his pit of despair and had been unable to do anything to stop it.

She wouldn't let that woman ruin him once again. Especially now she was dead. Roy had already had his closure. There was no need to drag up old feelings. Riza just didn’t want him to spiral again at such a critical time.

Her hands were trembling as she packed her bags. If she was fired from his employment then she needed to go. Riza doubted Roy would want her sticking around. Gripping the fabric of the holdall tightly, she closed her eyes and evened out her breathing. Drawing on years of experience, she bottled it all up. Until she found somewhere to stay, that was when she could let go.

This life was all she'd ever known. Helping him make the world a better place, patching him up when he was hurt, picking him up when he was beaten down… She’d done it just a few days ago when he’d been stabbed in a fight.

Now it was gone.

Shoving the rest of her belongings in the holdall she zipped it shut with force. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw her desk and hesitated before heading for the door.

That would be another way to get through to him…

Riza approached, picking up the pen and smoothing down the paper as the words solidified in her mind.

* * *

Roy stormed through his empty mansion angrily. Every door he burst through banged angrily against the wall behind it, but he didn't care. He was too hurt by Riza’s betrayal.

How dare she decide what he should and shouldn't know? Especially when it came to Solaris. He fucking deserved to know what she'd wanted to say to him in that letter. That was the last connection Roy had to her before she died, and Riza had just decided to toss it away?! To keep it from him?

He was so angry.

This emotion was foreign. He'd never felt anger towards Riza before. She was a genuinely good person, but this was pushing it too far. He felt betrayed.

Roy slammed his bedroom door closed.

* * *

The mansion was in darkness when he awoke. He’d only slept for a few hours. Pulling himself up from his bed, Roy’s feet hit the floor heavily. His shoulders were stiff as he rolled them, smarting slightly. The knife wound on his side that Riza had bandaged up a few days ago stretched as he did, and Roy grimaced. Standing, he made his way over to the window by his desk.

Then he paused.

There was an envelope on the table. No, two. Both addressed to him. He switched on a lamp hastily in his passing and reached for them. His hands shook when he saw a slightly battered and yellowed envelope with Solaris’ writing on it. Had Riza… kept it all along?

The other envelope was clean. Riza had wrote it, and there was a sticky note atop it.

Read me first. Please.

Roy was in half a mind to ignore her request, but now he'd calmed down, the more rational part reminded him that everything Riza Hawkeye did was for a reason. A familiar feeling of guilt crept up on him. And then there was confusion. Why was she leaving him a letter?

Roy,

Firstly, let me apologise for my actions. Understand that it was never out of malicious intent that I withheld that information from you. I'd already watched you drag yourself back from that pit she left you in. I didn't want to see my friend go through that again. I honestly thought I was doing the right thing. Evidently not. I was stupid. Sorry.

Roy swallowed thickly as he read, an awful feeling of foreboding creeping over him.

Secondly, I wish to thank you for putting up with me all these years. You've given me more opportunities than you could ever know, and I will forever be in your debt. You showed me kindness when no one else would. I'm forever grateful. Too bad my actions will not allow me to repay you in the way you deserve to be repaid.

Know that I will always be one of your biggest supporters though and will do everything in my power to keep your image up. I know I'm not required to anymore, but something inside me will prevent me from ever stopping. I owe you so much. I can't stop now. Not when it matters most.

His heart rate began to pick up, his hands sweating as dread coiled in his stomach and a burn made itself known in his chest. The muscles in his neck tensed.

Lastly, I don't blame your decision. I think if I were in your shoes, I'd be angry too. However, what you wished to know is in the other letter. No, what is your right is in the other letter. I understand that now. I hope it gives you everything you wanted and pray that no more disappointment is waiting for you. You don’t deserve that after all you’ve gone through.

Again, apologies for my lack of understanding. My life didn't bless me with adept skills in social situations, thanks to my father. You know that better than anyone, and I suppose that's why I worked so well cooped up in that cave with my computers. I'm not trying to make excuses. I think at this point, I'm just thinking out loud, trying to get it down on paper so you can (hopefully) understand a little bit better.

Anyway, don't feel guilty. I brought this on myself after all. Do not hesitate to find a replacement for me. They'll probably do a much better job than me anyway. I wish you and them all the best.

Roy choked on his saliva. What was she talking about? No one can do as good a job as her. Oh god. What have I done?

Please be careful though, Roy. Don't wear yourself thin too much. And that wound on your side is still healing so make sure you get the bandages changed at least twice a day. Doctor Marcoh at the hospital has already agreed to come and check up on you since I won't be able to anymore. I phoned him before I left. He's an old friend and someone you can trust. I know it will probably be hard now, but you can trust me on that one.

Okay. Sorry for rambling.

I've left my rooms tidy so you don't need to worry about cleaning them. I did that before I left.

One final time, thank you for everything. From the bottom of my heart.

I'm sorry I failed you.

P.S. Your secret is safe with me. Even into hell.

Riza

The other letter was forgotten as Roy turned and ran from the room. The hallways seemed to go on forever as he ran, his blood pumping in his ears and his breaths loud in the silent rooms. The wound on his abdomen burned as he exerted himself. Please be careful though, Roy.

"Riza?" His call echoed through the house as he knocked on the door to her rooms. "Riza?!" His knock was louder. He let himself in, surprised to find the door was unlocked.

The place was bare.

The curtains were open, letting in the moonlight instead of being closed to block it out and allow the occupant the sleep. The bed was perfectly made - just like she always left it. The sheet was pristine, without a wrinkle on it. There were no clothes, no personal effects, nothing lying around to indicate the room was occupied.

She was gone.

* * *

"Hughes? I need your help."

"What for?" the police chief asked gruffly, sounding distracted. There was a shuffle of paper on the other side of the line. "I'm a little busy right now -"

"Riza's gone."

"Gone?" Hughes echoed, pulling the receiver away from his ear to yell at someone in his office.

"Hughes," Roy called to him to try and bring his attention back to the conversation.

"What?" His reply was irritable.

"Riza is gone."

There was a pause. "What did you do?" he asked harshly.

It was a fair question and something he'd always expect from Hughes. He'd always liked Riza and whenever the police chief had something to discuss with Roy, he always preferred to go through Riza than Roy himself.

"I fucked up." Roy's voice was hoarse.

"Too right you did if she left." Hughes sighed heavily. "Did she say where she was going?"

Roy shook his head despite being on the phone. "Uh, no. She didn't."

"Where would she -" Hughes cut himself off to yell again. "Look can I call you back? Or come over in an hour? We kind of have a situation here."

"Uh, yeah. Of course."

* * *

“Oh,” Solaris – no, she’d called herself Lust – cooed, her eyes smiling as they flicked in understanding between the two. “She loves him.”

Riza grit her teeth, readjusting her grip on the gun. One well-placed bullet would end this woman immediately and Riza was this close to firing. She and Wrath had already beaten Roy. There was no question they would kill her too, and it was her job to protect him. It had been for years and even though Roy had fired her, she still cared and held that obligation towards him. He had saved her life. It was time she returned the favour.

“So what if I do?” Riza asked coldly. “What does it matter to you?”

Out of the corner of her eye she saw Roy’s head move on the floor, eyes moving to her face. Riza didn’t allow herself to look.

“Oh, it doesn’t matter to me, my dear,” Lust chuckled, straightening, the knives between her knuckles extending outwards with a flick of her wrist. “However, it has made good entertainment these last few months. It’ll be a shame to see this soap opera end.”

Wrath lunged, causing Riza to shift her gun towards him. Roy called out but Riza’s only focus was on her approaching target. However, their plan all along was to distract her and as Wrath stuttered to a stop as Riza shot him, Lust continued forward with a snarl, her freakishly long fingers piercing Riza’s abdomen. She gasped at the pain while Roy yelled behind her. The pressure disappeared and Riza felt wetness pour out of her stomach. Looking down Riza watched as a red stain slowly appeared. As if in slow motion, her hands rose to clutch the affected area as she crumpled to the floor.

There was the sound of a scuffle around her, but Riza couldn’t think. She felt like she couldn’t breathe. All she knew was searing pain and her hands were slick with her own blood. She tried to press them to it, but they slipped and slid from her body. Shock was setting in as her breaths became thick and fast, trying to collect as much oxygen in her lungs as possible.

“Riza?”

Roy’s face was above hers. Riza’s eyes struggled to focus on him, but eventually they did. There was blood on his face. Some were splashes but his cheek had also been sliced by one of Lust’s knives. One eye was swollen and red, and it hadn’t been before Riza fell.

“Get…” she protested feebly, pushing him away. “Get somewhere… safe.” She wouldn’t let him die. Not over her.

“It’s all right,” he reassured her as he resisted her weak shove. A hand ran from the crown of Riza’s head to her cheek. “I dealt with her. She’s gone.”

“G – gone?”

Roy nodded. The hand on her cheek cupped it, and distantly she felt pressure on her abdomen. Her hands had long since given up trying to press themselves to her wound, so was that Roy? Riza’s body was numbing too much for her to be able to think about it.

“They’re both down.”

“I’m sorry, I failed you,” she garbled, blood sputtering from her lips. She could feel herself slipping and she needed to tell him that. It would be a cruel fate for her to slip away now when she had so much to say. However, life was never fair, just like she’d been unfair to him over the whole Solaris situation. “And I couldn’t… let you face them… alone.”

It didn’t help the woman Roy had once loved, who they’d thought was dead, was actually alive and well and trying to kill him. Apparently it had been an undercover job from the start, and Riza didn’t take too kindly to the woman mocking Roy for not seeing it as she’d sneaked up to their standoff. Seeing him battered and on the ground, Riza had stepped up. If she could offer herself up for a distraction while Roy tried to recover, or at least try to buy him some time, she would. Riza had made a promise, no, a vow, that she’d watch his back years ago. It didn’t end with the termination of her employment. It was more personal than that.

“No,” Roy shook his head vigorously. “No, you didn’t fail me,” he reassured her, his voice rough as tears fell down his cheeks. “You saved me.”

Riza’s eyes fluttered closed of their own accord. No… There was so much more she wanted to say…

Roy was calling for her frantically, begging her to open her eyes. His grip on her cheeks were firm, his fingers digging into her neck in his desperation. It would have been painful if she weren’t already slipping away.

“Please don’t leave me.”

* * *

“How’s she doing?”

Roy started, not expecting Hughes to be beside him. He appeared from nowhere, offering Roy a sympathetic look and placed a comforting hand on his shoulder, so Roy must have looked like a sorry sight in that chair.

“And, how are you doing?” Hughes prompted, sitting next to Roy.

“She’s not woken up yet,” Roy replied, straightening his spine. The hands that had been clasped in front of him while his elbows rested on his knees were let loose. His fingers cramped after being held together so tightly and for so long. Roy shook them loose.

“It will take time, the doctor said,” Hughes stated. Roy knew that. They’d said the same to him. “She lost a lot of blood.”

Roy swallowed thickly. He’d showered since the fight against Solaris – no, Lust – and the man called Wrath. However, he could still feel his hands slick with Riza’s blood.

How could you have been so dense? You risked it all for Solaris, and she was probably laughing at you behind your back.

Riza was right. She’d thought something had been off with her, had even told him, but Roy dismissed it. If only you’d listened. Then they wouldn’t be in this mess. Riza wouldn’t be fighting for her life in a hospital bed because he couldn’t think with his head.

“And you?” Hughes prompted. “I can’t help but notice you’ve avoided my question.”

“Fine,” he replied.

Hughes laughed. Actually laughed.

“If you say so, Mustang.” Hughes stood from the chair. “I came down to ID the bodies but wanted to check in first.” He paused, looking down at his old friend. “Make sure you eat, okay? Riza wouldn’t want you to waste away to nothing. You owe her that much, at least.”

“Sure,” Roy agreed. He could try and eat, but it didn’t mean it would stay down.

“She’ll be pissed to come back and find out the man she loves is a shell of himself.”

Roy’s head snapped up, noting the knowing look on Hughes’ face. “You knew, huh?”

“Yep. For a while. She was an expert of hiding it, which I admired. Didn’t mean I liked it though,” Hughes frowned. “Why do you think she stayed after all the shit went down every time? She’s very duty-driven and professional, perhaps to a fault, but she had a personal stake in you too.”

It was true… She should have left years ago but had stayed. And then all that shit with Solaris… Damn. Roy rubbed his face with his hands. That couldn’t have been easy for her. The words from her letter twisted the knife deeper into Roy’s heart. He thought there might have been something… But she’d denied it whenever anyone broached it. Always the professional, Riza was.

“Did you know?” Hughes asked, curious.

Roy shook his head. “Not… Not really. Then Solaris came along –” The name left a bad taste in his mouth.

“I get it,” Hughes stated softly. “You always were blind to what was around you, so that doesn’t surprise me,” he added, voice teasing and light. Glancing up, Roy saw a sympathetic smile on his face.

Roy’s stomach tensed. Lust had said Riza loved him and Riza hadn’t denied it.

So what if I do?

“We had time… But she denied it, then Solaris came along –” Roy tried to make sense of the revelations and thoughts rushing around inside his head. It was a poor excuse, but it was what he’d told himself for years. It was pathetic, like him.

“Tell her,” Hughes prompted. “It will make her day, especially after getting stabbed.”

His old friend walked away, leaving Roy to watch his departure.

If only it were that easy. He’d lashed out and fired her. She’d left. She probably wanted nothing more to do with him.

But she did find you, the voice in his head argued. She did fight for you and did distract them while you were down.

Roy rubbed his face with his hands again. Sitting back in the chair in defeat, he vowed he wouldn’t move from here until she woke up. He didn’t think he could bring himself to.

* * *

Riza’s existence was a dull throbbing pain when she awoke. She twitched her fingers and toes, finding them all there and working as they should. Nothing was missing. Next, she moved her hands and feet, but even that felt like an effort. One twitch of her whole foot made her stomach throb, so she opted against that for the moment. Blinking her eyes open, she found herself in a hospital room.

She was alive, at least.

The door opened and Riza’s eyes moved slowly towards it. It was like her body was moving in slow motion, still struggling to wake up. Roy walked through the door, not fully paying attention. His eyes were on the floor at first, then automatically moved to her face. He froze. The bag of crisps in his hands fell to the floor, forgotten.

Riza took in the sight of him. There was a cut on his cheek which had healed. There were some stitches in the wound, but it looked healthy and pink. One eye looked slightly bruised, but wasn’t swollen like she remembered it being –

Everything came rushing back at once.

Blood. So much blood. Her hands sliding in it as it leaked from her body. Roy crying over her, shouting her name, begging her to stay with him. And pain. There had been so much pain. In her chest and in her stomach. Her heart had burned as she walked away from Roy and into an unknown future. As she crept up to overhear Lust and Wrath mocking Roy after beating him down. She’d stepped in to try and stop it.

Riza’s heart rate soared as she remembered, her breaths coming thick and fast.

“Riza?” he called to her. He’d rounded the bed quickly and knelt by her side.

She felt like she couldn’t get enough air. She’d almost died –

“You’re all right,” Roy coached. One of his hands was gripping hers tightly, but she took a second to realise there was pressure on it. “You’re safe. You’re in hospital.”

Her eyes flicked to his, noting the concern on his face. There was none of that in his tone, just reassurance. It helped calm her down and bring her back to the present.

She’d almost died.

“I’m alive…” she whispered, more in reassurance to herself.

Roy nodded. “You’re alive,” he repeated firmly. “You’re going to be all right. The wound has been treated and its anticipated you’ll make a full recovery. You lost a lot of blood,” he added. “But you’re on the mend.”

There was no more talking as Riza calmed her breathing. She hated to lose it like that, but the impending feeling of doom that had consumed her as she slipped away on the tarmac of the road had come careening back into her life alongside her memories of what had happened.

All throughout it, Roy stroked the back of her hand with his thumb.

“I’m okay.” She took a deep breath and let it out slowly, wary of hurting her abdomen further by inflating her lungs too much. Her heart rate had finally slowed enough that it felt like she was no longer panicking.

Roy squeezed her hand tightly. Then, he bent his head, pressing a kiss to the back of her hand as Riza stared at him, dumbfounded.

“Good,” Roy breathed. He stared at her hand as his expression became more forlorn. “I’m so sorry about how I acted. I’m… I’m sorry –” He cut himself off, taking a deep breath. “I love you, Riza,” he admitted. His eyes were wide and wet, meeting her head on. “And I was too blind to see it until you were lying on the ground, dying.”

“What…?” Her head was spinning, still trying to catch up with her body finally waking up and with what he was saying.

“I’m so sorry,” he warbled. His body heaved with his breath.

Riza squeezed his hand. The world had finally stopped spinning after that revelation. “It’s all right,” she hushed him.

“How are you feeling?” he asked, straightening his spine. “Are you in pain?”

“A little –”

“I’ll get the nurse –” he mumbled hurriedly, already beginning to rise from his knees.

“Wait,” Riza commanded. It worked because he stopped long enough to look back at her. He was paused mid motion, one knee bent ready to stand while the other knee was still on the floor. “Roy, I’m all right just now. Calm down,” she soothed.

It took a moment, but his body relaxed, and his shoulders sagged.

“Come here,” she beckoned.

He did, right away. He knelt by her side again. Tentatively his hand slipped into hers and Riza responded with her own tight grip.

“I’m okay, and it’s okay,” she told him. He’d obviously been worrying himself about her condition, but Riza wasn’t sure why –

I love you, Riza and I was too blind to see it until you were lying on the ground, dying.

Did… Did she dare dream…?

No. No, that was ridiculous –

“I love you, Riza,” he murmured.

“Wh – What?”

“You heard me,” he challenged softly. “I’m sorry it took so long for me to realise.”

So, he finally realised, huh? It hurt to think that he’d realised this when she’d been close to her deathbed.

“That doesn’t matter,” she shook her head, trying to reassure him. Try to ease Roy of the guilt she saw so plainly on his face.

“It does. I… I went through all of that with Solaris and you had to go through it too. You picked me back up again.” He swallowed. “That must have been hard. I… I always thought there might be something but…”

“I was always the professional,” she replied with a wry smile. A cough left her to try and clear her dry throat. “Maes used to grill me about that all the time.”

“I’m sorry. I didn’t think.”

“It wasn’t your job to think about me. Your personal relationships are your own. It’s none of my business.”

“Hughes said you’d known… about your feelings…” Roy swallowed. “For a while.”

Riza shrugged. “I dealt with it. My goal was to make sure you were all right and back up on your feet.”

“You’re the only one with that power.”

Riza scoffed.

“I mean it,” he replied earnestly. “I – I missed you,” he admitted. “So much. I didn’t know what I had until it was gone, and it was by my own doing.”

“What matters is you’re here now.” And that was the truth. She didn’t know what to expect if she ever awoke, but it was an instant comfort to see him here, by her side.

Slowly, Roy inched forwards. He pressed his lips gently against Riza’s, kissing her softly. Roy’s fingers caressed the back of her neck as she lifted a hand to cup his cheek. A whimper broke from her throat as her eyes fluttered closed. His touch and his kiss were so tender and loving.

Everything she’d locked up inside of her and buried deep was battering against her chest, desperate to be free, but she held it at bay for now. She would live in the moment and enjoy the love and care Roy was showing her. Riza had always managed to bury her feelings at will, but she knew there would be no stopping that in the future. Not when everything she’d ever wanted was laid out in front of her.

#royai #royaiweek20 #royai fanfic #royai fic #royai au #emma writes

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ruensroad · 5 years ago

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it’s impossible (to look away)

More spice for Valentines. This time it’s Sangyu from this AU, for @this-solaris-life <3 Jumping a bit into the future for this one, about two months into the courtship :D

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He wondered if this was what courtship was supposed to feel like. A lightness in his heart, tempered down by the fear of discovery. A want so profound he had no name for it, confused and unfulfilled upon each gentle farewell. A month, then another of gifts, thoughtful and lovely; months of secrets and barely there touches, of smiles hidden behind fans and knowing looks through laughing eyes. No sense of time during bright conversation, afternoons passing in golden hazes, yet feeling nothing but time and its inevitable closing at day’s end.

Did all couples do this dance, feel this fear and yearning? Did they struggle with what was truth, what was fake, what was real? Did they stand in shadow or in the light, unafraid and unashamed?

Did they wonder what was desire, what was curiosity, what was love? Did they know when it was only a game?

Was it, truly, still just a game?

Standing in Nie Huaisang’s private quarters, the sunlight still high enough to light the room, made him wonder. This was bold where before they had not been and all it would take was one person to see Mo Xuanyu enter, one person to whisper into his father’s ear and everything would end.

He supposed it was romantic, with lit candles lighting the corners growing dark, a sweet incense burning near the window. Nie Huaisang himself was the epitome of casual, with his elaborate court silks set aside for a far more simple, less layered robe and the braided Nie top knot without its usual jeweled crown. He was even barefoot, obviously comfortable in these rooms he’d claimed over his stay, and his smile was all sweetness from where he sat on the window seat, regarding him.

It was the picture of safety, of promise and want, yet he still felt fear. Two months in this man’s company, and Mo Xuanyu still wondered. Could he trust that smile? Could he trust the honeyed promises in those dark eyes?

Teetering now on the precipice of freedom, or ruin, Mo Xuanyu knew there was only one way forward and he stepped into the light, letting Nie Huaisang see him fully, let the sweet lord gesture him out of his shoes and topmost robe, stuffy as it was, until Mo Xuanyu at least matched him in casual look.

But it didn’t feel casual. On the contrary, it felt oddly charged. He was utterly aware of how they were alone, how the door was locked. How Nie Huaisang, if he truly was the good man he played at, must already have a dozen different excuses at the ready if they were to be discovered. Or questioned.

Safe, he’d been assured, so often, yet it was still so very dangerous.

Standing in the light, he felt exposed. Even in layers of clothes, he felt naked. Seen. And he wondered if he was truly ready to ruin himself for a golden moment, or if his heart could take one more rejection, one more night of denial.

Did he take what Nie Huaisang offered here and let it carve him into a new shape, a new reality where, for one moment at least, he was wanted, desired, perhaps even cared for? Was it worth the crash at the end when it proved false?

Was it even false?

“Ah, look at you,” Nie Huaisang said, voice soft with reverence, and that was almost as startling as the gentle hand that closed around his. “You will think me selfish, but I cannot resist. Not like this.”

The words sizzled into him, burning cold as a new thought pressed against his heart, that he was to be won and used, just as his mother had been, before being discarded. He remembered her love sickness, her near obsession with that golden past, and looked down at Nie Huaisang’s earnest face. Understood, for once, why she’d been so wretchedly in love.

If he trusted Nie Huaisang, if he could allow himself that, and was ruined all the same, he didn’t know how he’d survive it, if he even did. But for such a sweet smile, such a gentle caress of lips over his knuckles… he wondered if it’d still be worth it.

“Resist?” he asked, glad his voice had broken low. It was deep enough now to hide the trembling he felt inside, allowing him to stand tall and at least appear calm. “Resist what, Young Master Nie?”

“Huaisang,” he was reminded, a gentle reprimand caught around a soft laugh, and his hand was kissed again. “As I said before, you may call me Huaisang.”

“Huaisang,” Mo Xuanyu echoed, though it was hardly obedient. He hadn’t spoken it back until just then, despite the weeks of pleas to the contrary, and now it felt more like a weapon, a key to unlock the mystery of why this man wanted him, if he even wanted him at all.

Leverage, A-Yao would call it, and like a wedge in a stuck door, he leaned on it, desperate to break whatever mask the man was using, if there was one. “Huaisang.”

Nie Huaisang’s face lit up, even backlit as it was in the light, and it was like a kiss seeing such a free smile dance over his lips. “Xuanyu,” he answered and even his hands trembled where they held Mo Xuanyu’s. “May I call you that?”

It was startling how quickly his body flushed, pushed into that simple change to his name. Yes, he wanted to cry, laugh, weep, but forced himself to breathe, even as a tremble raced up his spine. “You may.”

“Xuanyu,” Nie Huaisang looked ready to float away, only tethered by their tangled fingers. Boyish and wanting, no hint of shadow on his face, Mo Xuanyu couldn’t help but think that either he was a terribly good actor, or he’d actually fallen into something true. There was no in-between, no way to tell. Not yet at least. “Xuanyu, may I paint you?”

He blinked at that, startled, and finally realized there was a canvas set out over a nearby desk, as well as a fresh inkwell filled with glittering ink. An immediate why pressed to his teeth, but he bit it down, and took another breath to steady himself.

Nie Huaisang had already told him how beautiful he thought Mo Xuanyu was, so he pushed away the surprise. Because it wasn’t a surprise. The man painted often, on canvas and his silken fans, and always of beautiful things. He’d roped Mo Xuanyu into that category, so why should he feel that sizzling cold again?

He smiled a little, certain of that solid truth, and realized he was holding yet another weaponized key. One with even more weight. Leaning into it again, he felt an utter calm fall over him, alongside the desire constantly stirring in his gut. It was a heady combination, the cold and the fire.

“You may,” he allowed, a mad, mad plan forming as Nie Huaisang sprang up like a child about to get a candy, and watched him eagerly pick up his brush. His window of opportunity opened, Mo Xuanyu reached for his sash and shrugged off his upper layers of robes, Nie Huaisang firmly in the corner of his eye.

Nie Huaisang, who had frozen, utterly, and was openly gawking. “X-Xuanyu, what-”

“Huaisang.” It was startling, the power in that one word, enough to have a highborn lord go silent. Mo Xuanyu swallowed, almost uncertain at how genuine that surprise looked, and forced himself to stand tall. “You wished to paint me.”

“I didn’t mean without your clothing!” Nie Huaisang downright squeaked. Also hard to fake, that. The more panicked he looked, the more that key turned, and Mo Xuanyu was surprised that this was how the mask broke, but not a mask of deceit. Just… composure. “I swore to defend your honor, not jeopardize it...”

Once, when Mo Xuanyu had been sixteen and his body itching and awkward with wants he barely understood, he’d snuck into his father’s private library to a well worn section. Romance books, with hardly any genuine romance actually in them, with detailed paintings he could still see in his mind’s eye. He knew, from that exploration, what usually happened between two secret lovers in a locked room, understood that this was the kind of moment that dark desires would shine and utter ruin would echo through the night.

He knew, also, that Nie Huaisang’s own writings had made a place on that shelf, knew the passion in those written words personally, and how two bodies should come together. He knew that locked rooms and secret lovers were not unknown to the man before him, knew Nie Huaisang was more than capable of taking what he wanted, whatever he wanted, and could destroy Mo Xuanyu with a single touch, heart and soul.

Such a man… halted himself for honor now?

The key stopped turning, the blade breaking before hitting flesh, and Mo Xuanyu took a step back, reassessed. Such a man could not be real, could not exist. Such kindness, compassion… how could they exist in one man? One man, who could look at Mo Xuanyu the way Nie Huaisang did, like he was worth scandal and heartbreak and pain?

Mo Xuanyu breathed in deep and wondered if the fear in those eyes was the same as his own. Then he breathed out, and wondered no more.

“Surely, my back is as good a canvas?” he asked, heat flushing over him. Gone was the cold calm, gone the stillness of his want. He was in freefall and knew this was it: the end, or the beginning.

And with a smile, he reached for Nie Huaisang and kissed his hand. Made his choice.

“Paint me, Huaisang,” he murmured and pulled him towards the window seat, which was large enough to function as a daybed. There was more than enough room for the two of them, which was all that mattered, and he settled down with his back to the man and his hair pulled to the side.

He could feel Nie Huaisang shake when he sat behind him, but the brush was steady as it ran down the length of his spine. Swirls, gentle pulls, pushes, sweeps. Mo Xuanyu closed his eyes to the feeling, sinking into it, and smiled to feel Nie Huaisang slowly grow more bold, the brush picking up speed and confidence.

He felt a few characters being written, small under a sweep of something far more grand, and did not bother to try following the design in his mind. He was too busy trying not to jump or tremble himself, his skin coming alive in ways he’d never felt, not used to touch and especially not this.

Blessedly, Nie Huaisang’s brush pressed in with purpose, not a light contact that would only further tickle him. And he worked quickly, almost feverishly, he longer he painted, the brush never sliding over the same place twice or long enough to start more than a tender buzzing in his blood.

Nie Huaisang was oddly breathless when he finally set down his brush and Mo Xuanyu turned just enough to meet his eye. He was blushing, glowing in the setting sun, and his gaze was dark with excitement and that special brand of want they’d cultivated together, within one another, bottled up and waiting.

Bottled, even though the door was locked, the evening young, and time irrelevant, if only for now. Only for them.

Mo Xuanyu found himself faced with yet another choice. Or perhaps it was a chance. A moment to claim, seize. If that open wonder was true, then Mo Xuanyu could be the one to take and ruin this night, a power that surprised him, the deadliest of weapons should he choose to use it.

He was so damn tired of weapons, he realized, and thought instead of secret lovers, of candles and sweet incense and warm hands. A body against his own, tender touches and kisses. He thought of a golden sunset cast over skin and drowning, so far and deep into Nie Huaisang he would never resurface, and realized this was it, the point of no return.

“Finished?”

Nie Huaisang nodded, a jerky movement, and seemed at a loss for words. Mo Xuanyu’s smile only furthered his silence and blush and it was honestly terrifying how simple it was in the end, how effortless, to turn his body and settle into the man’s lap, legs over his hips, hands cupping each shoulder, and choose.

“What about the front of me?” he asked, the last of his walls caving down. He let his desire show, let the want slicken his voice, and watched Nie Huaisang’s expression break open into a fount of awe. “Surely it too is as good as your canvas?”

“Xuanyu,” he whispered, his wonder plain, and his hands were trembling as they carefully settled on his hips. “Is that… i mean, is this….?”

“What I want?” Mo Xuanyu chuckled, a breathy thing, and felt inordinately fond of how flustered and adoring Nie Huaisang looked at just that one sound. He knew, then, with a startling clarity, that he would fall in love with this man, wholly, and that it would be his ending. That in this golden moment, carved out of time, he would know what it would feel like to love Nie Huaisang and be loved by him. He would know, after tonight, what the rest of his life would be.

Pain, agony, it would not matter. The adoration in Nie Huaisang’s eyes had the effect of a furnace, until every doubt and shadow left inside him was burned away into a path of shining stars, lighting him up from the inside.

He would die for this, and gladly, and tonight he was most definitely a thief.

“What I want is to kiss you, Huaisang,” he stated and it was a relief to feel that bottled up desire burst into being, free. “May I kiss you?”

“Fuck, yes, please,” Nie Huaisang breathed, like he was in agony, and perhaps he was. Mo Xuanyu stole that away with a kiss, grinning wild with a sudden joy against his mouth.

The door was locked, his mind chanted. Nie Huaisang was his.

A soft groan shivered through him and he pressed in closer, body rolling in blindly with a need he’d trapped for so long. Nie Huaisang was no better it seemed, even with all his descriptive writing. He was still a trembling mess under him, hands scrabbling for purchase against his back, nails digging in.

Mo Xuanyu spared the barest thought for the no doubt ruined paint, then pushed Nie Huaisang down onto his back. What a thrill it was, seeing a Lord fold so easily under the hand of a bastard son.

“Xuanyu,” Nie Huaisang breathed, eyes wide and dark, robes askew from the jostling. Mo Xuanyu smiled to see it, even with his own fumbling hands undoing the sash and ties to get at his skin. He felt laughter, and tears, and an uncontrollable smile fill his body with song and Nie Huaisang laughed too, just as useless in his attempts to help.

When Nie Huaisang’s skin was finally bared, it felt like touching gold warmed in the hand, precious and alive in the heat. He was dotted with moles, like stars, and Mo Xuanyu imagined kissing them, tracing them, before remembering he could, and his whole body shivered to life.

“Do you want this?” Nie Huaisang asked, voice wrecked, eyes hooded, breath hitching with every touch. It didn’t feel like a choice that time, but permission, and as Mo Xuanyu drifted his fingers down his throat he felt that old denial rise up and be washed away.

Oh, how he wanted. More than anything. And as he told Nie Huaisang so, he was pulled into a kiss, into warm, welcoming arms and a body pushing up into his own. Drowning, and resurfacing, over and over, until there was nothing else that mattered but chasing freedom and laughter in their golden slice of time behind their locked door, their kisses and breathless grins in the dark. Just them.

It was more than worth dying for.

#ruenwrites #sangyu #breath of life au #i'm proud of this one #if i'm allowed to be proud of my writing lol #nie huaisang #mo xuanyu

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occasionally-writing · 5 years ago

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Studying Blues

A/N: I finally focused enough to get a fanfic done! @this-solaris-life thanks so much for requesting! I really hope you like it! I hope everyone else who reads this likes it as well <3

Summary: When Kit is too busy studying to pay attention to Ming, he learns how disappointed his boyfriend is before he comes up with a solution to both their problems.

Word Count: 1361

“Ming? I know I told you that I was studying...but if you want to talk, I can?” Kit sighed from where he was sat at his desk, his glasses resting lowly on his nose as he pushed them up higher and gave his boyfriend a bit of his attention. He was studying for a test that he knew was coming in just a few days and when his boyfriend had blessed him with his presence, he told him that he needed to focus, which was normally fine until he had to snap since Ming did nothing but unintentionally distract him from studying. Letting out a groan when he was, yet again, ignored, Kit turned back towards his textbook and notes and blew out a breath, rubbing his head that was just beginning to throb. He had been studying for a good amount of time, so it wouldn’t hurt to take a break now, right? Taking off his glasses and setting them aside, Kit pushed his desk chair back and turned to face Ming, who had his eyes to his phone, most likely trying to beat Forth at the game he knows they play. “Ming? I am taking a break...do you want something to eat?”

Not saying a word to his boyfriend as he turned on his side, showing Kit his back, Ming kept his gaze on his game while Kit rolled his eyes at the childish act his boyfriend gave him. Deciding to let Ming continue to ignore his presence, Kit moved towards the kitchen and dug through the fridge, pulling out some leftover takeout they had the night before. Putting some of the leftovers on two plates, Kit picked up Ming’s first and placed it in the microwave. Leaning against the counter, Kit tried not to perk up when he heard his bed squeak before footsteps made their way towards the kitchen, Ming suddenly appearing in front of him, not quite meeting his eyes yet but at least he now had his boyfriend acknowledging his presence. Arching his brow, Kit heard the microwave go off and when he tried to circle around Ming, Kit gasped as he was grabbed from around the waist and Ming’s face was buried in the back of his neck.

“You’re so mean, Kitkat….” Ming grumbled, the vibrating of his voice causing the hair on the back of Kit’s neck to rise as he shivered, subtly leaning back against Ming’s warm chest. Blinking as he took in what Ming had mumbled, Kit narrowed his eyes and turned in his boyfriend’s hold, letting them look eye to eye before he noticed the look of loneliness on Ming’s face. Letting out a sigh, Kit ignored the food in the microwave as he reached up and cupped Ming’s cheeks, rubbing his thumb in soft circles under his sad brown eyes. Frowning softly when he noticed how Ming practically nuzzled into his hands, Kit squeezed his cheeks and made sure Ming saw him nod for him to continue. “I’ve been trying to hint that I have wanted your attention all day and you haven’t noticed...I’m kinda mad at you, P’Kit.”

“....” Not really knowing how to respond to Ming’s sentence, Kit sighed and wiggled out of his hold, moving towards the microwave again before he put the food to warm up for another three minutes, just knowing that it was chilled yet again since he was practically swarmed by Ming’s arms. Watching the food spin around for a moment, Kit tried to think of what to say before he slowly spun around and crossed his arms, staring up at Ming who was now refusing to look him in the eyes, staring at their socked feet like it was more interesting. Letting out a breath through his nose, Kit stepped closer to Ming until their eyes finally met, trying to show Ming that he wasn’t mad at him for speaking his mind for once. Noticing this, Ming swallowed the lump in his throat and slowly reached out, letting his hands float above Kit’s waist. Seeing the hesitation in his boyfriend’s gaze, Kit felt his heart break a little before he stepped closer and directed Ming’s hands to rest on his waist. “I’m sorry, Ming. I seriously didn’t know you felt this way...I understand why you’re mad at me and I deserve it. Next time I’m studying, don’t be afraid to tell me you need my attention or something. I promise I will take time out for you, okay?”

Pulling back from the hug he had pulled his boyfriend into, Ming pressed their foreheads together and stared into Kit’s eyes, seeing nothing but the truth shining in his boyfriend’s eyes. Nodding softly, Ming pressed a small kiss to Kit’s lips before they were interupted but the microwave going off, signaling that Ming’s food was ready. Ruffling Ming’s hair before he pulled away, Kit held back a snicker when his boyfriend whined as he left his embrace and opened the microwave, pulling the food out before he grabbed a pair of chopsticks, handing the items to Ming. Getting his own food ready, Kit watched as Ming leaned back against the counter and just waited, not leaving towards the living area until Kit would go with him. Pulling his food out once the microwave beeped, Kit grabbed his own chopsticks before he left the kitchen first, Ming hot on his heels. Sitting down on the couch, Kit snorted as Ming practically squished him as he sat down before he moved over a few centimeters, giving Kit enough room to freely move his arms while their thighs were still touching.

“I have to get back to studying...but um…” Kit muttered, finishing up the last of his food and handing the plate and chopsticks to Ming, who offered to take them back to the kitchen. Hearing the uncertainty coming out of Kit’s mouth, Ming offered him a soft smile and nodded, showing that he was okay for him to study. Moving off the couch once Ming left the room, Kit gathered his textbook and notes along with his glasses and before long, Ming was back in his spot on Kit’s bed, with his back against the headboard. Blinking when he noticed Kit standing with his study materials, Ming went to question him but paused as Kit crawled onto the bed and sat himself in Ming’s lap, placing his books down as he put on his glasses. “If you don’t mind...I can study here, just be quiet enough for me to focus, yeah?”

“Of course!” Ming cheered, flashing his boyfriend a bright smile as he wrapped his arms around Kit’s waist, keeping him steady and flushed against his chest. Letting out a small cough as a blush stained his cheeks, Kit rolled his eyes at the excitement he could feel coming off his boyfriend as he reopened his textbook and notes and began reading, fighting a smile that was trying to rise on his face as Ming held him quite snug against him, pressing occasional kisses to the back of his neck and shoulders. Placing his chin on Kit’s shoulder as he looked over his boyfriend’s notes, Ming sighed out and cuddled his face in Kit’s shoulder, rubbing his hands in circles on Kit’s clothed stomach. “I love you, Kitkat.”

Hearing this, Kit paused his attempt to turn a page in his notes and turned to look at Ming, who was looking at him with so much love shining in his gaze as a small smile rose on his face. Feeling his cheeks warm up again, Kit grumbled something and allowed Ming to press yet another kiss to his lips before he turned his attention back to studying. Pulling Kit closer to his chest, Ming buried his face in his shoulder and allowed the welcoming silence float around him as he let Kit study once more. Tapping his pen against the textbook, Kit bit his lip before he reached down and squeezed Ming’s hand that was resting on his stomach, gaining his boyfriend’s attention as what he said caused a huge smile to form on Ming’s face.

“I love you too, Ming.”

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