#i tried to skip a bunch of this to get this actually properly going faster but it seems he doesn't function that way here is

[havenofseven]

  They separate at the foot of the stairs and Jack watches her until she turns the corner, his attention split twelve ways at minimum. Tech, the old base, Colton, Dusty. Harley. The pass, the truck, the last run. The next. The way that Mazie looks at him, sometimes — like a wolf putting its foot in a snare on purpose… The last storm. The next. The time.

  There’s no tangible time crunch, only a bit of sibling rivalry, but if they want to leave sooner rather than after twenty to forty-five minutes of explaining to a too-clever-and-twice-as-stubborn seven year why they won’t be bringing him into smiler territory, the way is clear.

  He turns down the popular lane of units, footsteps practically silent despite the heavy boots he wears. He doesn’t break stride as his glance confirms Des’s unit is empty, but continues on, aiming for Arachnid’s. By happy chance, he finds them both there. Des seemingly returning a piece of mending. He interrupts with a quick knock on the door’s rails. The first part goes quickly. Tech is as Tech does, and a possible overnight run is no novel thing, though Nid and Des exchange a quick glance Jack pretends not to notice at the mention of Mazie accompanying him.

  “You should take an extra pack or two,” Des diplomatically keeps to the practical parts of the conversation. “We won’t miss it here, and I’d hate for you to get stuck without.”

  “We’re that ahead?”

  “The garden pulled really well, and that crew Vi agreed to smith for tipped double once they got their guns back. Liked what they got, I guess. Plus Lith thinks we’ll get at least two more solid pulls before the summer turns.”

  Jack nods. Good news, though something about it strikes him oddly, and that goes into the endless bank of things he has to think about. A few more comments and parting well wishes later, he leaves Des and Arachnid behind for the other side of the Haven.

  He gathers a total of six ‘packs’ -pre-measured rations of their food store- for the trip. Two for each of them, counting Tech, or extra for him and Mazie if something went sideways. And he sees what Des means - it barely makes a dip into the active store, with the backup sitting pretty and set to get top up from another harvest or two from the garden. Still, the foreboding feeling persists. He lingers there for an extra second or two, looking like he’s counting or memorizing the size and placement of the supply. Their safety net. Hm. He stows the extra rations away in a small bag, throws that over his shoulder, and shuts the store room behind them. Ready now.

  Jack rejoins Mazie in the main entryway of the Haven, looking out past the building’s overhang where the truck rests in the shade of the still-early morning to the desert beyond. He notes that she hasn’t opted to carry very much at all, and wonders if its because he grabbed so little, or a fact of her nature. He starts to shoulder the door open… and pauses with it half open, a dry breeze sweeping in to bring the smell of a bright, dusty morning.

  “If we're really determined and everything goes perfectly, we could do this in a day, but I don’t know what Tech has in mind and the north can be…” Unpredictable had been his aim box there, but that didn’t differentiate it from the rest of the desert very well at all. “Busy.” Life in the Haven is, comparatively speaking to the populated zones and the demands of the northern ridges, slow. It doesn’t compare to anything in the city, or else he’d try to explain it that way. “You ready?”

Mazie watches the weight of the conversation slide off of him and almost envies his ability to do so. Luckily, the lift of his mood pulls her up along with it, and she bites the inside corner of her lip in an attempt to keep down a delighted smile. It feels like being invited into a secret—trusting and intimate.

She hopes he can’t tell the way her heart trips at his proximity, breath catching the slightest bit. Teach, not show, but it only takes her a moment to convince herself his choice of words isn’t meant to carry the weight she wanted it to. Still, she nods, smile escaping her control, and trails him down.

When they reach the bottom of the stairs, there’s a brief press of her hand to his arm. “I’ll catch up with you in a minute,” she promises. He doesn’t exactly have the same freedom she does to simply pick up and walk out, so she offers the kindness of space to handle things on his end. She does need to grab some of her things, anyway, and heads off to her unit. It’s a brief stop; she grabs her jacket from the arm of the sofa and scoops up the tote bag she’s been using to keep her art supplies handy. She double checks that it has her pencils and sketchbook, and after a beat of hesitation, snatches up her journal, tucking it into her tote alongside her sketchbook. She’s fairly sure she’s going to want a written record of this for her siblings, even if Charlie’s the only one who could read it.

Mazie tugs on her jacket as she heads to the exit to wait for him, and takes the moment alone to tidy up her memory. The last thing she wants is to lose a single heartbeat to a headache because there’s too much in her head.

[penissirius]

Secret Secret

Secret Secret Pt 1

Lee know x male reader

ADDITIONAL INFORMATION: M/n is a very famous and well-known gamer and content creator. Idol Stray Kids still. M/n has braces but if you don’t you can just skip that part and imagine the hair as something else as well. I tried to keep it generally plain tho so you could more imagine yourself.

AUTHORS NOTE: So because this is gonna be kinda short (That’s what I thought but now that im halfway done I realized it's pretty long compared to the Late Nights one.) and more of an intro to this three-part series, I'm going to put part 2 up really close to part one. Maybe a day or so apart so it gives you guys time to read part one first. (Maybe not because im on vaca visiting my partner and im also writing a fanfic for AO3 which is taking most of my creativity but I shall try) Part 3 will probably be a few days later, depending on how much you like parts one and 2.

WARNINGS: Nothing really, fluff, some jealousy from the reader, insecure thoughts, idol AU, famous gamer reader.

FEMALE ALIGNED PLEASE DNI <3

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M/n was chilling on his twitch stream and it was one of the few moments where he wasn't gaming but was reacting to videos his fans had recommended to him in the patron rec box. He had just finished a hilarious video of TXT and was now moving to the next video in the queue. “So the next request was from AshleysAshknee, nice name dude, this will be the last req of the live before we wrap up!” He clicks on the video and sets everything up before looking at the title.

“Alright, this is ‘Stray Kids Lee Know being the most unpredictable member in SKZ’! (I don’t know if this is an actual video so please don’t look for it 😭) Sounds good. As you all should know by now Lee Know and Changbin are definitely my biases, mainly Lee Know”, M/n laughs after reading the title. “Well let's get into it!” He starts the video and reacts to it here and there, laughing and making side jokes about his secret boyfriend. He ends up laughing at the clips of him being unaffectionate and hating affection.

There comes up a compilation of a bunch of clips near the end of Lee Know smacking the member's asses, trying to kiss them playfully and the ever so unavoidable Minsung clips. He laughs at the first sets of clips where his boyfriend is smacking their asses or playfully trying to kiss them because he knows that that's just how he jokes around with them and it's funny. When we get to the dreaded 3 to 4 last minutes of the video dedicated to Minsung, we see a slight shift in M/n's mood. It’s not enough for his fans to notice but if his siblings or boyfriend were watching they'd definitely notice.

As he watches through the clips it feels like this is the longest 3 minutes of his life and one of the only times he hates that he's reacting to an audience. The more clips of them being intimate and clingy to each other go by the more of a bitter taste is left in M/n’s mouth. In the end, they also comment about how they think Minsung is real and actually dating but M/n knows they aren't. He knows that Lee Know is his and they'd never do that to him. When the video ends M/n is quick to exit it to try to get the bitter taste away faster.

He goes through and says his usual goodbyes telling them when the next stream is and what he's doing, and if he ends the stream quicker than usual, well that's between M/n and his fans. M/n shuts everything down properly after uploading the stream so fans who didn't make it could still watch. After that, he creeps his way into his kitchen to get some snacks and drinks to take the bitter taste in his mouth away. He sits on the couch watching but not watching some random show that came on. He's scrolling through Twitter looking at drama recently and posts his fans make about him that they think he can’t see when he finds a whole thread about him.

M/n is no stranger to hate and usually, he's strong enough to fight back and laugh them off but now he's all by himself in an already weakened state and he lets the comments get to him a little. He wants to stop reading but can't bring himself to. One specific thread just gets to him in a way the rest didn't. ‘M/n talks about having a boyfriend all the time but how come we never hear about him or from him?’ ‘I don’t know maybe his boyfriend started realizing how fucking ugly M/n is and cut it off lol’ ‘Or there is no boyfriend, I mean who would date M/n unless they were looking for fame’ ‘I remember he said in one of the first streams it was brought up in that the said boyfie was an idol or famous, one of the two but still what idol would wanna date some random ass streamer who isn't even that good.’

M/n quickly shuts off his phone and throws it to the side. He realized that they were right towards the end. ‘Am I that bad looking?’ M/n stands up and walks to his bathroom mirror looking at himself. He starts to slowly pick himself apart, “My smile is horrible, these braces are so unattractive, I have such a chubby face..” Pulling on his face thinking of how ugly it looks to him and apparently other people. He tugs the ponytail in his hair pulling it out and watching as fluffy (h/c) bangs cover his eyes fully and the back of his hair goes past his shoulders with (f/n) streaks through it.

“That's a little better... You can't see the top of my face. And I can surprisingly still see like this.” He moves on poking at his body and saying things he doesn't like before giving up and changing from his favorite shirt out of his fandom merch into an oversized hoodie his brother gave him for his birthday. Was it over 90 degrees today? Yes, but M/n would rather sweat than see his body today so he just turned the ac up and moved on.

He sat in the very corner of his bed and pulled his legs to his chest. In M/n’s little corner he started overthinking. ‘What if Minho doesn't like me anymore? He’s gonna finally realize that I'm not what he wants or needs and he's gonna leave me for someone way better…like Jisung... They were right. What famous and beautiful Idol would seriously wanna date someone like me? Maybe I should tell him. I mean he'd be so much better and happier with Jisung- They're closer than me and him and spend way more time with each other and look and sound good together. He's way more affectionate with him than me..’

M/n understands that they don’t get a lot of time together because of his boyfriend's very busy schedule as an idol and yes dates and hangouts have been canceled frequently but he understands. His boyfriend's career is way more important than M/n, at least in his personal opinion. After what felt like seconds or minutes of being trapped in his head but was hours, he doesn't hear the front door open or his boyfriend walking in and taking his shoes off.

Minho was very confused because when he usually pops up around this time his adorable shorter/taller boyfriend is found in the living room or kitchen. He calls out for him getting nothing in return so he walks around looking for him and even checks his streaming room in case the stream went on longer than he thought but he wasn't there so he went to the bedroom. When he walked in he found his boyfriend still in the corner of the bed balled up and he blinked confused a few times before rushing over to him and sitting next to him on the bed.

“M/n? Baby what's wrong?”, Minho asked he made sure not to touch him because he knows how things could get if he touches him without his permission in this state. M/n slowly looks up at Minho and only cries harder when he realizes that he’s wasted hours and should have had dinner started and ready. Minho was quick to hold his arms out to the boy and M/n slowly unfolded himself before hesitantly crawling into his boyfriend’s strong comforting arms. Minho waits for him to calm down before asking him again, “Baby what's wrong? What happened?”.

M/n hiccups a few times before answering. “I'm sorry, I'm a terrible boyfriend and you deserve so much better. I'm not pretty enough or handsome enough and I should be better. You should be with someone better. You’re a famous idol for god sake what is someone like you doing with someone like me? You could have anyone you want in the world. Why are you here with me?”.

Minho held M/n to his chest, blinking confusedly about what could have caused this. He knows that M/n has insecurities and has moments like this but they've never gotten this bad before. M/n continues to sob into his boyfriend's chest, “M/n love I don't know what caused this, but I don't want to hear you say that stuff about yourself ever again. You are the most amazing and adorable and handsome person I have ever met and the only person I will ever love.”

Minho kisses the top of M/n’s head and rubs his back soothingly. “Will you tell me what caused you to think like this?” M/n sat, still sobbing, trying to calm down some before speaking. “You don’t have to tell me now but when you feel like it you can” Minho said, running his hands through his boyfriend's hair. After a good 5 minutes of trying to calm down and just basking in his boyfriend's love and comfort, M/n finally was calm enough to speak with just a few hiccups in between. He taps Lee Know’s arm twice signaling he's ready to talk now. “Hm? Are you ready baby? Take all the time you need if you aren’t!” He said looking down at his baby. “I- I’m ready now..” M/n said, his voice was kinda shaking. “Okay, what made my prince cry?” Lee know said, smiling at him.

“Um, I was on stream today and I was watching videos that people recommended to me like I told you it was planned, and everything was going good! It was a good stream but then we got to the last video of the stream and it was a video about you and..” M/n started crying again but not as hard. Minho just held him and listened while comforting him, trying to be there for him the best that he could. “I really enjoyed it, you’re so amazing and talented and it was so cute and funny watching all your moments was very fun. But then towards the end, there were like 4 minutes of just clips of you and Jisung being all cute and affectionate towards each other. It was cute and I enjoyed watching it slightly but the more and more I saw it and started thinking.”

“It went on and about how you guys would make a really good couple and that you’re perfect for each other. I know that you guys would never do anything and that you’d never cheat on me and that he’s my best friend, he’d never do that. But watching you two being so close and affectionate and always together while we almost never get time together anymore left a really bad taste in my mouth.” M/n sobbed out. Minho held him and listened taking in everything he was saying. “And then I was scrolling through Twitter after stream to make myself feel better, and I ended up finding a whole thread of hate directed towards me. Fans were saying that they didn’t believe that I was in a relationship, that no one would want me let alone a popular idol or celebrity who was a mystery. They said I was too ugly and no one would date me unless they were looking for fame. I mean they aren't wrong, look at me”

The cat-like idol looked down at his boyfriend with shocked eyes. Minho took everything in before gently grabbing M/ns chin making him look up at him. “Don’t you ever say that about yourself ever again. You are the most amazing, beautiful, funny, adorable person that I know and I love being with you. You are the reason I've gotten as far as I have, you are my biggest support. You motivate me to be the best that I can be. Everything between me and Han is strictly just friends, I don’t think of him in that way and I never will. I wouldn’t trade you for anyone else in the world.” He was going to continue but M/n cut him off.

“But why? You could have someone so much better! With the same career and be able to spend more time together and be so much happier. Not some nothing Twitch streamer like me. I have no talents and nothing that makes me as special as all the amazing people that you work with. I’m disgusting and boring. My smile is ugly, these stupid braces are unattractive, (no they are not people with braces you are amazing and adorable!) my face is chubby and ugly. Everything bout me is either ugly or boring! The only thing that I like is my hair, maybe if I wear my hair down more I can hide everything. I mean I can still see through my bangs, but that way most of my face is covered, and all I’d have to do is to wear a mask or minimize the amount that I open my mouth so you can’t see my braces much.” M/n forgot he was still talking to Minho and was rambling to himself at that point.

“I’m gonna stop you right there.”, Minho interrupted him. “You are not boring or unattractive at all. You are amazing, no one can compare to you in my eyes. Your smile is absolutely gorgeous and it lightens up my day the second I see it. I think your braces and chubby cheeks make you even more adorable. You are anything but boring, it’s such a joy hanging out and being around you. You are hilarious and you brighten the atmosphere just being in the room. Watching you when you stream whether it’s gaming or reacting to videos or even drawing comics is always entertaining. The people who made that post and agreed with it aren’t real fans. Your real fans love you and love the content you make.”

Minho lifted M/ns bangs so that he could see his whole face. “There’s my beautiful baby.” M/n smiled gently hearing what he said and seeing him smile at him with the most love he has ever seen in his eyes. “There will never be a time where I will stop loving you. No matter what you say or haters say I will always be right here. Better suck it up cause you’re stuck with me now.” He said kissing all around his boyfriend's puffy face and tickling him. M/n giggled trying to get him to stop. Minho smiled stopping after a bit, “Ah the adorable giggle I love so much, music to my ears!” M/n giggled again wiping his tears. “Thank you Minho, I’m sorry I let the hate get to me.” “Don’t be baby, everyone has their insecurities. I’m always going to be here to prove those wrong just like you do for me.” He smiled kissing the shorter/taller’s forehead.

M/n smiled leaning into his chest more. “Now how bout we get you some food and then spend the rest of the night watching movies and cuddling?”, Minho asked his very cuddly boyfriend. “I would like that very much, and thank you very much again”, he smiled looking up at him. “No need to love, now I’ll go cook, you go shower and try to relax” Minho lifted M/n and took him to the bathroom. “I’ll get you clothes” M/n smiled from the bathroom and yelled towards his boyfriend who was walking back to the bedroom, “Thank you, I love you!” “I love you too now go shower before I come in there and wash you myself stupid” M/n just laughed starting the shower.

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AUTHORS NOTE: So this is way longer than I thought it was going to be. Im hoping to start part 2 soon! It’s ‘Reader no longer wanting to be a secret’ Im trying to think of ideas of how it could go and I’ve got a few that I’ll probably merge into one. If you guys have any ideas I’d be stoked to hear them and use some suggestions! I hope you guys liked it! Please tell me how it was and if you didn’t like it what I could fix! Signing out, your lovely author, Ash &lt;3!

[neo-culture-mafia]

Skincare (n.jm)

— Warnings: flirty jaemin all over

— Genre: fluffy, friendstolovers!au (almost a enemiestolovers!au tbh)

— Words: 3.7k

— Summary: “Jaemin has been trying to get your attention for a few months. He misses your friendship, but since he decided to also confess his hidden feelings towards you too, he’s been trying to get you to go on a date with him as well, which is not the easiest thing to do when you are the biggest moody he knows.”

“You know I won’t stop this until you say "yes", right?” Jaemin walked faster till he could block your way. The son of a bitch had a smirk on his face while he stared at you with his tilted head. How dared him to appeal to cuteness? You had to fight against the desire to punch it out of his face. “Come on, just say you'll go have dinner with me. It’s just one date, it will be fun.”

This was the third time in a week. You were starting to lose your patience with him.

“Breaking my heart won't be fun, so, I pass.” You tapped his chest twice before giving him a forced smile and bumping into his shoulder when you walked past him.

You heard him take a deep breath and the first thing that crossed your mind was “Finally.”, but did you speak too soon? Hell yeah. A second later he went after you again.

“I'm not gonna break your heart, why you think I would do that?” You heard his voice right behind you. You could literally hear him smiling when he spoke. What on earth could make that boy just leave you alone?

“You're bad news, Jaemin.” You turned to face him, making the boy stop walking. “I've been there, done that and now I just don't want to do it all again when I know exactly where it takes. There is too much negativity in our work already, have you looked around?” You mentioned everywhere around you two. "I don’t need more negativity in my love life as well. Besides, I’m seeing someone tonight.”

“Bullshit.” Jaemin chuckled, expecting that your attitude would change, but when he saw you remained still, his smile disappeared. “Wait, for real? Who are you seeing?”

“I'm seeing myself.” You replied, with a now sincere smile on your face. “I spend too much time on missions, I’m taking the night off to take care of myself. Just leave me alone, okay? Go practice, punch some people, set the whole place on fire,” You started to list all the things he could do, counting each one of them with your fingers. “I DON'T CARE, just go live your life!” You pointed your finger at him before turning your back at him and continuing your path, smiling at yourself when you sensed no one following you.

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“Just a second!” You said after you heard someone knocking on your door. You had just finished your bath and there was still a towel on your head, involving in your hair. You thought about quickly drying your hair with it before going to the door, but when you heard knocking again, you just rolled your eyes, imagining that it has to be Jeno looking for his games again. “Jeno, I've already told you I did not take your games, go ask someone else.”

Knock. Knock. Knock. Again.

And then it started to become louder.

And noisy.

And annoying.

“OKAY, FINE! I'll let you scan my room if that makes you stop slamming--” You stopped yourself when you opened the door and saw Jaemin, leaning against your wall.

He automatically smiled when he saw your face.

You automatically wanted to punch his face. 

You had no makeup on and a freaking towel on your head! This had to be Jaemin's worst move ever. 

“Before you ask or curse at me, I'm seeing someone tonight.” He proudly announced.

Great, he came here to brag about his newer conquer. Or the most foolish girl in the base. You would much rather him doing this than following you around like he was your shadow, so you thought you could go along with.

“Oh, really? That is amazing, who is the idiot?” You faked an excited tone, as you smiled at him, leaning your head against your door.

“You.” His smile grew bigger as your smile faded away. “I mean, you’re not an idiot, I’m just seeing “yourself” tonight.” He motioned the quotation marks with his fingers, reminding you of the words you had said earlier. The next thing you knew, he was in your room.

You closed your door with the biggest scowl on your face. Just when you thought you had ended this nonsense. Jaemin went straight to your bed, letting a few plastic bags laying there as he started to take out a bunch of products.

''Excuse me, but this is my room and I do not remember inviting you over." You started your lecture, in crossing arms as the boy pretty much ignored you. "Hello?" Your voice tone went higher, making him stare at you and restrain himself from giggling, letting just a small smile appear on his lips as he went back to ignore you.

He wanted to laugh at you, and you were not feeling it today. 

"Jaemin, what the hell? I thought I told you to leave me alone! What are you even doing here?!" You exploded, clearly annoyed as both of your hands went to your head. You were on the edge of beating him all up and the thought of hearing Taeyong's lecture after it didn't even bother you. Listening to Taeyong's "You can't beat family up." speech would be damn worth it.

"What type of facial cleanser do you like the most? One with salicylic acid or one with aloe vera?" He looked at you for the first time since he had entered your room, showing you two cleansers on his hands. You were, again, shocked and angry at his capacity of acting normally. "Don't stare at me like that, you said the reason why you couldn't go onal a date with me was that you were taking care of yourself tonight, so I also decided to take care of myself, with you." He smiled at the end of the sentence, turning back his attention to the plastic bag, and taking a few more items out of there.

Unexpected wasn't even the beginning to explain how that situation felt for you. You wanted to feel shy about being only in your pajamas and no bra on. You wanted to feel angry at his persistence. You wanted to feel ashamed for having no makeup on. You wanted to stain his ridiculous pink hair into red with his blood...

"I didn't know what type of moisturizer you liked the most, so I brought one of each. A serum, an eye cream, an essence... I don't really know what they do. I barely know how to wash my face properly." he added, giving himself a little chuckle and still acting like everything was okay.

You wanted to yell at him. Punch, kick, scratch his whole face, broke a few of his bones... but at the end of the day, you knew it wouldn't work, so you decided to try the easy way. You sat down on your bed and watched Jaemin while he finished his apparently enjoyable process of putting all of those products on your bed — you also took this time to calm yourself down as well — and when he finished, he sat on your bed and looked at you.

"Jae, I thought I'd made myself clear earlier. Why are you here?" You questioned in the calmest voice tone you could.

"I told you, I'm here to take care of myself."

"Why don't you just take care of yourself in your room?" You asked, mentally scolding yourself for sounding a little rude. You were trying the easy way, so no snapping at him.

"Because I've just realized I don't really know how to. Look at this amount of products, I don't use half of them and to be honest, I didn’t even know they existed in the first place! So I thought maybe you could teach me."

"And what makes you so sure that I know how to use these? Just because I'm a woman you think I'm obliged to know how to do it?”

"Of course not. I overheard you teaching Jisung how to use a facemask and I thought maybe you would know how to help me." He explained, taking a sheet of facemask and swinging for you to see it, but your stare remained only on his face. "This is not a date. This is just two childhood friends doing a skincare routine together." he reassured you, pointing at a picture frame with an old photo of you, him and the others on it.

"No second intentions?" You asked him. 

"Not at all. My only focus here is learning how to... How do they say? How to chemical exfoliate my face?" His face twisted at how weird that sounded like. "I think I might have skipped a few chemistry classes, I would die without knowing I can apply something like NaCl to my face."

"You really don't know shit about this, do you?" You asked, not believing that you were actually considering not kicking the pink-haired boy out of your room. 

You watched him shrugged and for a moment, you really tried to remember the last time you had cultivated your friendship with him, and although it seemed like a dumb question to make, the awareness that it brought made you feel guilty: You couldn't even remember the last time you and your childhood friend had done something together. You have avoided him so badly for the past few months that you completely ignored the fact that the two of you are still friends. 

"Okay." 

"Okay?" He asked in shock. 

"Okay." You repeated the small word, silently hoping that you wouldn't regret that decision. When Jaemin started to celebrate, you took your pillow and pointed at him. "But if you try anything else, I'll suffocate you." You threatened him with the most serious expression you could pull off.

"Suffocate me from kissing? Oh, I wouldn't mind being out of breath for that." Jaemin smirked at you, quickly pulling the pillow from you before you could throw it at him, causing you to give him your usual death stare that burned his whole face. "I know, I know, no flirting. I will not do it again, I promise."

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"So, you're not that bad of a hairdresser yourself, huh?" You amazed at the view of your own image in the mirror. Jaemin was putting your blowdryer back to its place in your closet; however, he came back in a heartbeat when he heard you complimenting him. He had to make you he wasn't going crazy and listening to non-existent words. "You actually managed not to destroy my hair completely, I'm surprised."

"Excuse me, sweetie?" Jaemin inquired in an offended tone. "Have you seen this little masterpiece right on top of my head? If I didn't know how to take care of it, I would be walking around with my hair looking like Jeno's burned pasta." 

"Ew. You didn't have to go there." Your disgusted face at the mention of Jeno’s attempt of cooking made Jaemin laugh. It was nice to be around you again, he missed you, but before he could say anything about it, he started to check on his face mask on your bathroom's mirror. "I think this is almost dry, should I take it off and wash my face?" He wondered at himself, making your eyes go wide-open when he finished his sentence. "What? No, no, no! You can't wash all the moisture away." "Then what do I do?" "Stay still." You demanded as you walked closer to him.

You couldn't remember the last time you had been this close to Jaemin. Maybe when you were 13? 15? To be honest, you didn’t even remember how nice it was to have him around. You two had become so busy with the mafia schedules and missions, that every time the boys wanted to get together and chill a little, you would say you were tired, which means: You hadn’t had spent time with any of your friends for about some years. And every time one of them tried to talk to you about something, you’d be annoyed. Just like you did with Jeno about his lost games.

The award of the best friend of the year? You weren’t getting it.

As your mind was drowning with those thoughts, you spaced out as your hands massaged Jaemin's entire face with the lotion that had remained on his face from the sheet mask.

When did he become so tall? You quietly wondered to yourself.

Your hands were gently sliding through his entire face and when you decided to bring a little bit of the lotion down to his neck, you really regretted that decision. How have you not noticed his jawline before?

“Ooo, that's nice.” Jaemin let a deep breath get off of his lips, tilting his head to the side, so you could continue pressing your hands to his neck.

“They say the warmth in our hands helps our skin to better absorb the product.” You addressed.

He’s... handsome.

YOU COULD NOT BELIEVE THAT YOU WERE THINKING THOSE WORDS. But you were. And the worst part? You were also enjoying the moment. With him. With Na Jaemin. The stubborn boy who had annoyed you for months asking you for a chance. A chance you had thought he didn’t deserve. But who were you to determine whether he deserved or not when you didn’t even know who he truly was anymore? He wasn't the same from years ago and neither was you.

"Thank you." You were shaken up from your thoughts by the feel of Jaemin's hand touching yours, that was still placed on his neck. He was smiling at you, and dammit, even his smile was beautiful. Did that boy have any flaws at all? "I really was missing out a lot from this whole skincare thing. I’m glad you taught me how to do it.” He chuckled, getting up from the small chair you had to bring to your bathroom earlier so he could blowdry your hair properly.

You literally had forced him to seat down so you could massage his face with the remaining lotion. And you didn't notice it. You were too busy getting drunk from the smell of his perfume. It smelled nice.

And you were indeed going crazy. You even shook your head trying to stop yourself from thinking too much, but what Jaemin did next forced you to make a decision about these thoughts.

"Well, time to leave." He announced, taking up the chair from the floor and leaving you almost heartbroken behind. You... didn't want him to leave.

As confused as someone in your situation could be, you followed the boy out of your room and watched Jaemin packing up his many skincare products back to his plastic bags, debating if you should say the words that were crossing through your mind. 

Would you regret it? Probably. 

“Unless you want to stay and eat some snacks with me.”

Jaemin froze.

“Are you serious?” he asked, which surprised you who had thought he was going to make a little comment with that damn smirk on his face.

“Yeah, I always keep some snacks in my room in case I want to watch tv shows or movies at night.” You shrugged, trying to act like it wasn't a big deal. “What do you say?”

                                                           ...

"I still can't believe you eat these!" Jaemin exclaimed, weirdly staring at all the Twix on your bed. "What do you mean by that? You're eating them too!" You pointed at his mouth full of chocolate, making Jaemin almost spit everything out as he contained his laugh by placing his hand on his lips.

"In my defense," He started, after swallowing. "I didn't want to offend you by turning down your invitation, but I can't leave this room without pointing your 5-year-old taste for chocolate." 

"I'm glad you didn't point out the fact that I still watch cartoons because then I would have to punch your face." You stated, causing Jaemin to really feel offended and to look at you like you had three more other heads on your neck. "What? Never! Just for you to know, I think Adventure Time is the best cartoon ever and I do not trust anyone who says otherwise." 

"Bow down to the king's wise words!" You exclaimed, pretending to bow down, and proceeding to laugh when Jaemin waved at you in slow motion. 

“As much as I would love to tease you about the fact that you just called me king, I should probably get going, it’s past midnight already.” Jaemin announced after checking on his watch. “And you’re probably tired so I should no longer annoy you.”

“You surprisingly didn’t annoy me tonight.” You replied, repressing the urge to laugh at Jaemin’s shocked expression. “Not as much as usual.” His face literally dropped.

“I knew something was coming.” He whined and rolled his eyes at you. “Why can’t you just admit that you enjoyed my company?” He questioned, with a serious look on his face.

“Because, if I admit that, I will have to apologize for being a bitch to you earlier,” You started. “which I’m really sorry for, by the way. I shouldn’t have said I didn’t care about what you do, you’re my friend and I do care about everything that happens to you.”

Jaemin listened to every single of my words with attention and when in the end he didn't show any type of reaction, you started to regret what you'd said.

"There's nothing to apologize for. We're cool." He shrugged, giving me a big warm smile as he took the last chocolate bar from my bed and pointed it to me. "Besides, if you intended to take me to your bed, you've picked the easiest way to do it. How could I say no to snacks AND chocolate on your bed? It almost feels like I'm daydreaming." He added with a grin on his face, quickly unpacking the last chocolate and putting half of it in his mouth and offering me the other half. "Peace offer?"

"No." You forced a smile and before he could see it coming, you moved quickly and pushed him out of your bed, causing him to fall and push you with him. Result? You were lying on top of him. And as surprising as it may sound, you didn't care or panicked as much as you thought you would.

"Sorry, field reflexes." He apologized and for the very first time, you noticed his cheeks turning into pink pigment. 

Na Jaemin was blushing. He just couldn’t get any more adorable than that.

"Is that dinner still available? I would take it as a peace offer." You wondered, staring right at Jaemin's lips. You mentally scolded yourself from looking too straight-forward, but your eyes just couldn't focus anywhere else, not from this close.

"So, let me see if I got this right, I've spent the last hours being threatened of death, only for you to accept to go on a date with me in the end?" He asked, with a confused but cute expression.

“No, you’ve spent last hours proving me wrong about you. I haven’t been exactly the friend of the year-” “Years.” He faked coughing, giving an innocent smile right after it. “Okay, YEARS.” You rolled your eyes at him, not believing that you were really having that conversation in THAT position. “But what I’m trying to say is, I know I haven’t been around much aside from missions, and tonight you remembered me that you can still be resting while having a friend around, but since it’s been a while since the last time we actually had a proper conversation, I guess it's time for us to get to know each other again.” You finished, finally noticing how his hands on your waist were causing you a tickle feeling. Along with some insisting butterflies who were starting to appear in your stomach.

“Does that mean I have a chance with you?” Jaemin asserted, with a smile on his face.

Yes.

“No, it means I’m giving you the chance to earn that chance.” You faked an excited tone as Jaemin face literally dropped, you had no choice but to laugh at that point.

“Not what I aimed at, but I'll take it, especially after you I’ve seen you laugh like this.”

He just knew how to say the right thing. You didn't know if you hated or liked him for it. 

“Soooo, can you get up? I mean, I can totally move you away from the top of me, but I’m too scared that if I accidentally touch your butt, I might not survive till our date.” He forced a chuckle and putting his hands up next to his head.

"You're not wrong, but," You gave him a quick slap on his face, causing the boy to instantly touch his forehead and letting an "Ouch." out of his mouth. "this, is for you even thinking of touching my booty." you warned him, before sitting on his belly and getting yourself on your feet right after it. 

"I don't even want to ask what would you do if I'd thought about kissing you..." he murmured, sitting on the floor as he caressed his forehead. "which I didn't. I'm a gentleman, so, no need to merciless murder me." Jaemin quickly completed when he felt your stare burning on his head.

You wanted to laugh at him, SO BAD. But he did have a point: He had been hours alone with you, and not even for a second he attempted anything or looked at you differently. He respected you, and you appreciated that.

"So, see you tomorrow?" you casually asked him after opening your door. "Yes, if you don't change your mind till there." Jaemin bickered, making you roll your eyes at him. 

You somehow felt a mixture of feelings: You deep down didn't want to let him go since you had enjoyed his company, but at the same time, you were excited to see what was about to come next. You wanted whatever the future had planned for you, and that was a feeling you weren't familiar with.

"Just don't make me change my mind then." You snapped with a little smile on your face. "I'll try." Jaemin smiled back at you, turning his back and then starting to walk. 

(1) Text Message from Jaemin: "I'll try not to change your mind about tomorrow's date. Just hope I can change your mind about going out on a second date (yeah, I know your immediate answer will be "no" to this one)."

[boomboomjaz]

Ding Ding | Haikyuu x Reader Horror

0.5 week thirteen [two]

previous | ending one | ending two

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WARNING: mentions of death, blood

Four weeks. It has been four weeks since both Kuroo and Tendou were killed off. Each second that Akaashi and YN spent in that forsaken place, the more nervous they became. Their room doors opening was frightening because they didn’t know what that meant. Was it a way to scare them more than they alright were or was it a mistake? No matter what theories they came up with, they were terrified.

“Akaashi?” YN spoke to the door behind their back. Lately, they kept going to the locked hallway door to talk to the boy behind it. No other door except their room door was unlocked. When Akaashi had told them that it was the same thing on his side, they were able to figure out that they were kept in separate hallways.

“YN?” Akaashi asked. His heart rate was far from calm. He had so many questions as to why they were there and how they could escape.

“Do you think the person after us has a grudge? That’s the only reason I can come up with. There is no way we were picked off at random,” YN stated as they buried their face in their hands in distress to expressed their concerns. “I mean. Don’t killers usually kill off their victims within a month or something?”

“What connection is there between us? I don’t think we’ve met before,” Akaashi replied. He gave it a hard thought about each serial killer he read about in the papers. It was revealed that some killers killed their victims more quickly than others, but it all depended on the physiological thinking of the killer.

Ding ding.

Both Akaashi’s and YN’s blood turned cold when they heard that both their phones went off. It only left one other person who could send a message. The killer.

There was a small click noise. Akaashi and YN quickly jumped to their feet and swung open the door that kept them apart. They both looked at each other in shock. Their hearts were beating even faster. This was the first time they’ve seen each other. Before either one had a chance to analyze each other, Akaashi took YN’s hand and sprinted towards the door on the other side of the hallway.

Their footsteps echoed through the empty hallways. Each door they saw, they tried opening it. Hoping they would be lucky enough to find an exit. Akaashi opened a door and grabbed YN, dragging them into another hallway. When they made it to the end, they found out it was a dead end. Both victims quickly turned around and saw someone standing there.

Akaashi quickly recognized who it was. It was none other than Yamaguchi Tadashi, Akaashi’s co-worker from the small diner he worked at. At first, he couldn’t believe that the same boy from work was standing before them with a gun in his hands.

“Yamaguchi?” Akaashi was still in shock. Despite that, he had to think rationally. In order to buy time so they could escape with their lives.

“Hello, Akaashi,” Yamaguchi replied.

“Why are you doing this?” Akaashi asked. His mind was racing as quickly as possible, trying to find a solution. What was the safest way to assure their safety.

YN eyes widen, seeing several shadow figures behind Yamaguchi. Was there more than one person killing them? Was it not actually connected but a group of people who had personal vendettas against them?

“That’s rich. You know why I’m doing this Keiji,” Yamaguchi laughed. He pulled back the hammer and was preparing to shoot Akaashi.

Bang

Akaashi fell to the floor. His hand clutched his shoulder, trying to put pressure on the wound. YN immediately fell soon after him, trying to help to put pressure, as their eyes stayed on Yamaguchi who walked closer to them.

“I know you’re just trying to buy time,” Yamaguchi said. YN could hear their blood rushing in fear. There had to be someone that could help them… Right?

As if their whispers of hope were answered, a group of men rushed into the room. They were wearing police uniforms and help guns that were pointed directly at Yamaguchi. They were saved. Akaashi and Yn had a chance of returning to the real world.

“Yamaguchi Tadashi, you are being taken in for questioning for the disappearance of seven people.”

-time skip-

A police officer pulled out a chair and sat down in front of Yamaguchi Tadashi. A folder was in the officer's hand, containing evidence, questions, photographs, autopsies, and so much more. The room was cold and uncomfortable, the perfect setting for getting information out of someone.

“I am Officer Daichi, and I will be questioning about what had happened the past months.” Daichi stopped to see if he got a reaction out of Yamaguchi. There was no sort of reaction, so Daichi continued with the interview. “First question, why did you kidnap these seven victims?”

Yamaguchi sat in silence, staring at the wall behind Daichi. Getting answers out of someone was always frustrating. And this case was frustrating Daichi quickly since there were so many unanswered questions. Like motive, they weren’t able to connect any dots other than a few helpful tips they received.

“Look, if you corporate with us, there is a chance that the judge will reduce your sentence by a couple of years,” Daichi honestly told him. Killing five people still gave someone a long sentence so a couple of years wasn’t much. But it was better than nothing.

“I was jealous.”

“Jealous?” Daichi repeated. Was that the type of answer he was supposed to give to the grieving families that were preparing for the funerals or the two survivors who were in the next room over recounting their experience. “What exactly were you jealous of?”

“Oikawa and his stupid popularity, Kuroo getting my best friends’ attention, Akaashi getting all the things I can’t get,” Yamaguchi angrily answered. He was getting angrier and angrier at the fact that each victim irked him enough to kidnap and murder them all.

“What about Tendou, Nishinoya, Sakusa, and YN?” Daichi asked, hoping for Yamaguchi to give more information.

“Tendou was annoyingly positive in any situation, Nishinoya had the freedom to do whatever he wanted, Sakusa’s ability to be calm and collected was just pissing me off,” Yamaguchi answered. Daichi knew Yamaguchi wasn’t going to go into further detail.

“And LN YN?” Daichi asked. That was the only person that Yamaguchi didn’t mention.

“Oh… Them? Honestly, YN was just chosen at random to throw you all off my trail,” Yamaguchi answered. That was interesting as Daichi wrote down that new piece of information.

“How did you kidnap seven people without anyone noticing?”

“Some of them were regulars at the diner, so I drugged their food and took them to the back. The others, I had to stalk them and wait for the perfect moment to knock them out,” Yamaguchi answered. Daichi wrote down another note, this time to remember to ask Yamaguchi to elaborate once he could get more information.

“According to the autopsies,” Daichi started off, as he pulled out official documents of the cause of death. “Oikawa and Sakusa were electrocuted, Nishinoya was stabbed to death and, Kuroo and Tendou both had poison in their blood system. How did you manage to do all of that?”

“I rigged the building and used a specially made remote to trigger everything from work.”

“So why did you kill them in a specific order?” Daichi questioned Yamaguchi.

“Oikawa was the most popular, so he had to go. Sakusa said he didn’t watch Naruto and that was annoying. Nishinoya had to die next to destroy Tendou’s positive attitude. I didn’t plan for Tendou to die next but I was scared he figured out who I was so I had to get rid of him. It was a slight bump, but I had to work around it before getting rid of Kuroo.”

“And the timing of it all?” Daichi asked.

“I had to keep them paranoid about when they would die next. I also had to wrap it up before you found me. Looks like that didn't work.”

“Thank you for your answers. We will continue this at your trial after the victim’s families have properly grieved for the people they lost.”

End

Survivors: 2

a/n: there originally was supposed to be three endings but I didn’t like the third one. So here we are :) but I did answer a bunch of questions so I can upload those if you want?

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[bubblemintkitten]

Luca/Tan - Adoption. 15 of X

I figured I would just perform fictional magic to work out a few things. Also, I know next to nothing about how adoption works in America, I tried to research it. Please don’t yell at me.

Also, I kinda imagine that they live in kiiiinda the house Luca and Street share, but it’s more than a 2-bedroom house. Okay?

Word count: 2250

 During the adoption process there had been a few interviews, a bunch really. They had been asked all kinds of questions already. Some went on repeat, some were new every time.

They got asked just about everything from whether they would like to adopt a girl or a boy, or if that was irrelevant, to if they would be able to take in a kid with some sort of disability.

“Both is fine I guess.” Luca shrugged, “I mean, we would definitely have to learn a bit more if we were to adopt a girl. I mean, neither of us have been teenage girls. We don’t have first hand experience in braiding hair or whatever happens to a girl during puberty.”

The woman, Carolina, from the adoption burau chuckled a bit, “So, no real preference there, or?”

“No, either-or is just fine.” Tan chuckled as he glanced over at Luca.

Luca smiled and reached for his coffee, while the woman wrote down their answer.

“So, what’s your stance when it comes to…” she glanced over to Luca with an apologetic shrug, “disabilities, behavioral problems and learning difficulties.”

Luca shrugged a little and looked over at Tan, “I… I think… I mean, our house is already accessible, but then again… There’s a lot of stuff I physically won’t be able to help out with if…”

Tan nodded, “Yeah.”

Carolina just waited for their ‘final’ answer.

“I think we could manage taking care of a kid in a wheelchair. If that’s what you’re trying to say. At least if it’s because of something similar to your situation.”

Luca chortled, “Dude, I’m pretty sure at least a few of our buddies would claim that you’re already taking care of a kid in a wheelchair.”

Tan hung his head as he chuckled, “You’re impossible.”

Luca grinned, “Anyway, you managed to make a sentence out of what I was meaning.”

Tan nodded, “Yeah, I think we could handle that. At least if the kid already knows how to get around with the chair and stuff…”

Carolina nodded silently.

Luca nodded, “It would probably be easier for us, than for someone who doesn’t have experience with just that. Right?”

“Probably.” Tan nodded.

“So I’ll note that it would be okay with a kid in need of a wheelchair, as long as there’s not too much heavy lifting involved.”

Luca nodded, “Sounds about right.”

Tan nodded as well.

“And how about all that other stuff? Difficult behaviors, learning disabilities.”

“If this had been before my accident, I would’ve said we would have been up for anything.” Luca sighed, “Truth is, I do have days where I’m not up for as much as I usually am. So… I don’t want to say that we’re not up for any of it, but…”

“How about we say that we guess that we’re up for light cases.” Tan offered.

Luca nodded a little.

“Okay.” Carolina smiled, “I kinda guessed something along those lines, judging from our previous meetings.”

“I mean, every kid deserves parents that love them.” Luca said as he lifted one leg up on the opposite knee, “And I know we would love any kid we ended up adopting. But, kids also deserve parents who are able to take properly care of them, especially if they have some sort of baggage. I know we can be good parents, but I also know I have my limitations, and I don’t want too much to have to fall on Tan.”

Carolina nodded and wrote something down.

Tan picked up his coffee and took a sip.

“You said you eventually wanted more kids…”

“Yeah,” Tan nodded as he placed the coffee back on the table.

Luca nodded along.

“And you were flexible on age, right?”

“Yeah.” Luca nodded, “We talked a lot about that before we applied. In one way, it would be awesome to adopt a young kid, who wouldn’t necessarily remember anything else than us being his or hers parents. But, we have a buddy who grew up in foster care and group homes. And, well… He said older kids don’t get adopted as often. So… We kinda want to do something about that as well.”

Carolina smiled, “Yeah, your buddy is mostly right about that.”

Tan nodded.

“I do have a few potential matches in mind, for you guys…” Carolina admitted, “But, I have one potential match I’m a little more passionate about than the rest…”

“Yeah?”

“What’s your stand on adopting more than one kid straight away?”

“That’s possible?”

“Yeah, it’s sometimes done with siblings, but also kids who has formed a tight bond in a group home.”

“Well, yeah?” Luca nodded as he looked over at Tan, “Or do you…”

“No, I agree.” Tan smirked back, “It will probably be a harder transition from where we’re at now, but it’ll get us to where we want to be faster. And we’re almost always up for a challenge, right?”

Luca nodded, “Yeah.”

Carolina grinned, “Great. So, the kids I have in mind are a girl and a boy. The girl is almost two years old, the boy is fourteen. They’re not related, but they act like it. The girl comes from a violent home, and she takes a while to warm up to new people, and the older boy is pretty much the only one she has started really trusting.”

Tan nodded along. Luca did too, but his eyes were getting glossy a bit quicker.

“The boy was orphaned at 7 years old. He has been through a lot of foster homes, and a couple of group homes. He’s always had a hard time at school, but lately he’s started skipping classes and getting into some small-time trouble. He has always been very mature for his age, and behaved well, but like I said, he has started getting into some trouble. All in all, I really want to get them both out of the system, but they are a package deal. The girl would have been easy to get someone to adopt, if she didn’t need the boy around to stay calm. People are usually more hesitant about adopting older kids.”

One glance over at Luca told Tan all he needed to know. “Yes. Please. Let us adopt them.”

“Yeah?”

Both of them nodded.

“Great!” Carolina grinned, “Then I’ll start the paperwork as soon as I get back to the office.”

Luca dried off some tears which had trailed down his cheeks. “Are you for real?”

“Yeah.” Carolina nodded, “It’s going to take a little while, but… The rest is just formalities.”

 *    *    *

 A month or two later, the day arrived.

Jesse almost couldn’t believe it when he stood in front of the door of his new home with the lady who had followed him for the last few years beside him and Alexandra with her arms wrapped around his leg.

“You said they were good people…” he hated how his voice was shaking. Not like his voice was cracking because of puberty and his voice changing, but because he was actually really nervous. But Carolina was the closest thing he had to a mom, so he didn’t really care that much. She had always looked out for him.

“I really think they are.” She smiled back, “I think you’re really going to get comfortable and settle down here.”

A nervous laugh bubbled from his chest, “Yeah?”

She nodded, “Are you ready to meet them?”

“If you mean ‘am I about to throw up from how nervous I am?’ Then yeah…”

“You’ll do fine…”

“You think so?”

She nodded, “You both will. It might take a little time, but I think they will be the right parents for both of you.”

Jesse nodded and ran a hand through his hair.

Carolina knocked on the door.

A dog barked inside, which caused Alexandra to giggle. “Doggie!”

“Yeah, sounds like you’re going to have a new friend.” He grinned and looked down at the tiny girl.

Someone inside said something to the dog, which immediately stopped barking, and then a few seconds later the door opened. “Hello!”

Jesse had prepared himself for looking up at a man. Carolina had said that it was a gay couple who was adopting them, and that was fine. He didn’t mind that at all. As long as they were good to him and Alexandra, he could have been adopted by aliens and he wouldn’t have cared. As long as he didn’t have to share a small, small bedroom with five other guys, he would not complain.

What he hadn’t expected was to have to look down at one of those men. “You’re in a wheelchair?”

The man cracked a wide grin, “Yeah, I am. Excellent observation.”

Jesse blushed, “Sorry, that came out very wrong… Hey…”

The man chuckled, “Don’t worry about it. I’m guessing Carolina didn’t mention it…”

Jesse shook his head and looked between Carolina and the man, “She showed pictures of you, but… Not ones with the chair.”

The man nodded, “Yeah, I’m Luca, by the way… You must be Jesse, and the little lady behind you must be Alexandra…”

Jesse nodded, “Yeah.”

Alexandra had hidden behind his legs almost as soon as the door opened. He had expected that.

“Well, come on in…” Luca wheeled back a bit, “Tan will be home in a minute or so… They had a situation at work.”

Carolina nodded, “He’s alright though?”

“Yeah, it was basically just some impromptu overtime.” Luca nodded as she passed him, and the kids started to follow her.

“Look, doggie!” Alexandra tugged at his pants.

“Yeah, I see it…” Jesse smiled, before he turned to Luca, “Is the dog…”

“Duke? He’s a big cuddler, safe around kids as well.” Luca nodded, and patted his leg. The dog looked up, then stood up and walked over to him.

Alexandra almost peeked out from behind his legs.

“Do you want to say hey to him?” Luca asked, looking at Alexandra while he rubbed the shoulder of the dog.

Jesse knew Alexandra wouldn’t step out to pet the dog on her own. But he also knew she loved dogs.

“Come on kiddo…” he said, holding his hand down to her. She grabbed hold of his hand.

He knelt down beside the dog, Alexandra stood next to his knee and reached out to pet the dog.

Luca smiled as he watched the tiny girl bury her face in Duke’s fur.

 *    *    *

 “So, would you guys like anything to drink?” Luca asked once the Carolina and Jesse had sat down in the couch. Alexandra was in the corner with Duke. “Coffee, soda, water, milk… Juice…?”

“A coffee would be lovely…” Carolina smiled.

Jesse nodded, “Can I get coffee as well?”

“Sure…” Luca nodded, “Do you use anything in it?”

Jesse shook his head.

“And Alexandra, do you know what she likes to drink?” Luca asked, glancing over at her, “I don’t think she’d like me to roll over to her and ask yet…”

Jesse nodded, “Usually she just drinks water, but she’s a big fan of apple juice and coke.”

Luca nodded, “Okay, do you want some soda or juice as well?”

“No thanks.” Jesse shook his head.

“Okay.” Luca nodded and rolled off into the kitchen. A minute or so later he came back with 3 cups of coffee, and a glass of apple juice on a tray which rested on his lap.

“Practical tray you’ve got there…” Jesse smirked.

“Yeah, my brother made it for me when I moved back home after the accident.”

Jesse nodded, “How did it happen?”

“Car accident.” Luca shrugged, as he picked up one of the coffees and handed it to Jesse “A few years back.”

Jesse nodded, “Thank you…”

“You’re welcome…” Luca smiled back as he handed the second cup to Carolina.

“Thanks.” She smiled back.

Luca smiled and nodded. He placed the glass of apple juice next to Jesse, and his own coffee cup where he usually sat when he didn’t bother to transfer out of the wheelchair. Then he took the tray and leaned it against one of the legs of the table.

 *    *    *

 The front door opened, and the other man he recognized from the photos entered. The man greeted all of them, Alexandra shied away, then he walked over to Luca and bent down to give him a quick hug from behind.

Luca placed one hand over Tan’s arm to return the hug, before he scrounged up his nose, “You stink…”

“I know…” Tan chuckled, “I’m gonna go grab a shower, then I’ll be social later…”

“Good call…” Luca chuckled and released Tan.

 *    *    *    

 At the end of the day, Jesse felt really lucky ending up with Tan and Luca. They seemed as cool as Carolina had described them, and they let Alexandra get the space she often needed.

Already on the first day, they had two rooms set up for them. They had kept the rooms pretty bland, but that was just so the two of them could easily apply their own style once they moved in. And they had planned a shopping day for tomorrow, to get some new clothes and stuff for their rooms.

He was pretty sure that he would never call either of them any variation of ‘dad’, but that was just because he felt a little old to start with that now. Besides, he remembered his real parents. But he hoped Alexandra would, once she warmed up to them.

[milkchu]

❝meet me at midnight❞ SMUT.

Summary: Your once lonely summer gets interesting when your brother and his friends come over. [inspired by call me by your name]

Pairing/s: John Deacon x Reader, Brian May x Sister!Reader

Warnings: swearing, SMUT (masturbation, some dom deacy, unprotected sex)

A/N:  so i just had this idea in mind and wanted to practice writing smut haha. happy reading! 💓  

Sitting by your wooden desk facing the window, you rested your chin against your fist, eyes glued onto the page of a worn-out book you’ve read a hundred times before.

As you were lost in the world of the novel you know so well, your ears perked up at the sound of the sound of a car honk, followed by car doors opening and closing, and multiple footsteps accompanied by voices and laughter.

Making sure to fold the corner of the page you were on before closing the book, you stood up from your chair and walked swiftly to the bigger window that was right outside your bedroom.

Standing on your tippy toes to get a better view, you saw your big brother, Brian and his three other friends that you’ve met before. One of them making your heart skip at the sight of him.

Continuing to watch as they were unloading their van, you saw your parents walk outside a few seconds later to greet them.

Each of them hugged each other until you saw your mother whisper something to your father’s ear, before he looked up and called out, “(Y/N)!” while everyone went inside.

Sighing, you went back inside your bedroom to grab a shirt and put it on, as you were clad in just a one-piece striped swimsuit with shorts.

It was summertime and every year, your family would go out to this old historic town and stay in your family-owned villa. You would go swimming at the river, draw, read, listen to music or just simply bathe in the sun. If you could live here forever you could, it was your personal paradise.

Padding quickly, but softly, against the wooden floor, you went down the stairs, but paused at the last few steps, hearing them converse a little bit, before finally feeling the cold, marble tiles against your bare feet, then walked to the living room.

Finally seeing your curly-haired big brother, you squealed softly, running over to him, then jumped into his arms, your legs wrapped around his waist, “Bri!” You giggled.

Your brother let out a laugh, before putting you down on your feet, ruffling your hair, he joked, “You’ve gotten taller.”

Groaning and pushing his hand away, you pouted, “I’ll never be as tall as you, though, you giant.”

He chuckled, before putting his hand on your shoulder, leading you to his three other friends, who were sitting on the couch, “You’ve already met Freddie, Roger, and John.”

You waved at them, smiling softly, your cheeks blushing red, mostly at the last name your brother mentioned. Especially when you’ve had little rendezvous together before.

They all greeted you with smiles, except for Freddie, who of course, couldn’t pass up a chance to hug ‘Brian’s adorable little sister.’

“(Y/N), why don’t you lead them to their rooms?” Your mother said, snapping you out of your thoughts. “O-Of course!” You stammered, before gesturing for the boys to follow you up.

The house looked small, but it had a lot of beds. Though, the May family was only your parents, Brian, and yourself, you still opted for a huge villa since you were open to a lot of guests.

Brian and Freddie chose to stay in the guest bedroom, which only left Roger and John. You lead them to your old bedroom, which you used to share with Brian, which had two beds.

“We have to share the bathroom, though,” You said, gesturing towards the bathroom that was connected to your new bedroom, which was way smaller, but it’s yours.

“If you need anything, just knock,” You smiled, hands behind your back, before Roger replied, “Thanks, love.”

Whilst exiting the bedroom to enter your own, your knuckled brushed against John’s and you couldn’t help but feel goosebumps rush to your skin.

This was going to be one long summer.

Saying it was hard to avoid John Deacon was an understatement. He was literally everywhere. When you all swam in the river, of course he was there. When you tried finding a quiet place to read, he was there. You cursed the area for being too small to run away from him.

After failing to find a good spot to read, you just decided to stomp back into your room and just read on your bed. Finally getting some peace and quiet, you read some pages, before drifting off to sleep.

It was almost dark when you woke up, so you decided to try to turn your lamp on. Lazily reaching over to switch it on, your hand paused when you heard the bathroom door open from the other side.

Quickly retracting your hand from the lamp, you lied back down on your bed and pretended to be asleep. But, out of pure curiosity, you still couldn’t help but open your eyes to the open door that connected the bathroom and your bedroom.

You almost gasped once you saw a figure walk to your view and strip themselves of the swim shorts they had on. Your eyes darted to the figure’s head, realizing that it was indeed, John Deacon.

As he stripped himself of his swim shorts, you couldn’t look away. You wanted him to so badly turn his body just a little bit because his back was facing you. He didn’t even realize you were in your bedroom so he didn’t bother to close the door.

John entered the bathtub, and grabbed the shower head to rinse himself from the river water. You bit your lip at the sight of the water trickling down his smooth skin, wanting so badly to press your skin against his again. You swore you made your lip bleed when he finally turned, not even realizing that he was revealing his whole self to you.

You couldn’t tear your eyes away. You kept watching as you felt your core ache with desire. The desire to just enter that bathtub right now and let him take you right there. Covering your mouth with the sheets, your hand trailed down your shorts and under your panties.

It was dangerous. It really was. The man you’re thinking about is literally a few feet away and he could realize you’re actually there at any moment. But you just couldn’t help it. You immediately reached for your clit, drawing tiny circles around it with your index finger.

Breathing softly and deeply against the crumpled up sheets against your mouth, your finger paused at the wave of pleasure that washed over you.

Once you heard the water stop running, you immediately retracted your hand from your shorts and pulled the sheets over you, pretending to be asleep once again.

Hearing a few footsteps entering your room, you kept your eyes shut. It seemed that John had finally noticed you were there when you heard him curse under his breath, “Shit,” before he went back inside the bathroom and closed the door to your bedroom.

Opening your eyes, you sighed in relief before pulling your sheets off of your now sticky skin. Laying in your bed, staring at the ceiling, you still felt your core ache, aching to be touched. You bunched your skirt up to your waist, and trailed your finger once again from your stomach to in between your legs, imagining it was his finger instead.

You just hoped that your moans were kept to a minimum during that night.

It went on for nights, to the point that it was too painful to not feel him or to touch him. You tried to cure this feeling by stealing a few erotic books from your parents’ collection but it still didn’t help.

Sitting on the grass by the river, you leaned against the tree, finding it hard to focus on your book as the man you long to be with was right there, just a few feet away.

Why does he have to be so handsome and cute? You thought, your attention now on John who was laughing, splashing water to your brother and his other two friends. Your eyes couldn’t help but travel down his body to his shorts. You immediately turned away and blushed red, because you knew well what was under it.

Pulling your knees up to your chest, you rubbed your thighs together, trying to rid yourself of the feeling in between your legs. Letting out a shaky breath, you stood up abruptly, brushing the dirt of off your white summer dress.

“(Y/N)! Where are you going? We’re still going out tonight!” You heard your brother shout out, the other three men now looking towards you. “It’s almost dark and I’m tired!”  You shouted back, running back to the house, almost tripping on a rock, without letting him say another word.

Brian chuckled lightly at his always rushing sister, before asking, towards John, “What’s gotten into her?”

John chuckled uneasily, but Brian didn’t take notice, before replying, “I don’t know,” But he does knows very well what’s going on.

Running up towards your room, you slammed your door shut, and just dove into your bed face-first. Groaning, you mumbled to yourself, “I swear to god, I can’t survive another minute in this place.”

Looking up from the mattress, you noticed a small piece of paper that was placed in between the pages of a book on your desk. After standing up, you swiftly walked towards your desk and sat down. Pulling the piece of paper out of the book, you unfolded it to reveal a message.

Meet me at midnight 

By the river

-J

Not believing what you just read, you put the paper down on the table and immediately looked at the wall clock above your bed. 9:49 p.m. That feeling in between your legs was coming back again. Except this time, you knew damn well it was going to be taken care of. Properly.

Once the clock showed that it was eight minutes to twelve, you immediately fixed your white, flowy, summer dress up, before walking slowly against the wooden floor to avoid waking your parents up. Every step you took made your heart beat faster.

Slowly closing the front door, you immediately ran to your bicycle, before getting on it and then riding off to the direction of the river.

Once you’ve reached the area where you were hours ago, you didn’t even bother properly parking your bicycle and just dropped it to the grass. Looking around, you whispered out, “John?”

“John, where are you?” You whispered once more, before feeling a pair of arms wrap themselves around your waist, “Looking for me?”

You squealed softly, before turning around to see the man you’ve been thirsting for for the past few days. “John,” You breathed in, before burying your face in his chest, hugging him tightly, “I need you, John,” You mumbled.

John let out a deep chuckle, caressing your hair, before asking, playfully, “What was that?” You groaned into his chest, repeating it once more. “I can’t hear you when you’re hiding that face, pretty girl.”

Pouting, you looked up at him, “I need you, John,” You said, shyly, turning to look the other way. His fingers grabbed your chin and gently pulled so that your eyes could meet his, “You dirty girl, you didn’t think that I wasn’t hearing those cute sounds at night, didn’t you?”

You let out a soft whimper as his lips teasingly brushed themselves against yours, but didn’t fully press them together.

His hands then found themselves at the zipper of your dress, then slowly unzipped it. You then let out a soft moan as you felt the cold air against your nipples, as your white dress now pooled around your ankles on the grass.

“You’re not even wearing anything under this cute dress. You filthy girl,” John whispered against your ear, before softly biting your earlobe. You let out a gasp as his hands roughly grabbed your butt, massaging slowly.

Gripping his shoulders tightly, you crumpled his button-up shirt as you were drowning in moans, enjoying the feeling of his touch. You then felt his fingers trail from your butt to in between your legs.

His index finger then found the sensitive bud before drawing circles around it, “Is this what you were doing? While you were watching me bathe?” He whispered into your ear once again. You could only gasp in response, a rush of electricity going right through you. “Yeah, that’s right, baby. Do my fingers feel good?”

You nodded, letting out a shaky breath, his finger buried deep inside you. You started to feel your legs give in until he pulled his finger out. “Oh my, look how wet you are for me, baby girl,” He moaned at the sight of his finger glistening with your juices under the moonlight.

Before he could continue, John lead you to the same tree you were sitting under just hours ago. He sat down, before he patted his own thigh, “Come sit on my lap, baby.”

He licked his lips as you shakily straddled him, your aching core just above his clothed crotch. Unzipping his own shorts, he pulled his cock out, already hard from just watching you get off from his single finger.

Gasping at the sight of his cock, he chuckled deeply, whispering in your ear, “You missed this cock, didn’t you, baby girl?” You whimpered, nodding, biting your lip at the pre-cum already dripping out of the head.

With your clit barely touching the head of his cock, you moan softly, gripping John’s shoulders tightly, wanting so badly to just sink down and ride him into tomorrow.

“Go ahead, baby girl,” John said, huskily, “Sink down onto my cock, that’s right.”

You slowly sank down on his cock, missing the feeling from when he took you before. He filled you up so perfectly.

“John,” You moaned, as his cock fully filled you up. “Go ahead, baby girl,” He said, huskily, “Ride me like the good girl you are.”

He didn’t need to say anything more. You began bobbing yourself on his cock, going faster with each second passed. With each bob, you felt the grass from underneath you brush against your skin, adding in to the electricity of pleasure that was already going through you.

“What would big brother think if he saw his innocent baby sister riding his friend’s cock?” John moaned into your ear, bucking his own hips up and down.

“You feel so good, John!” You whimpered, pressing your forehead against his. You then smashed your lips against his in a passionate kiss, tongues immediately getting tangled up in each other, whilst his hips was slamming up against you.

“Is this what you think about every night, huh?” He growled, “Me fucking your pussy so good, hm?” John panted, his finger reaching done to play with your clit, feeling himself build up.

“Yes, John,” You breathed, burying your face into his shoulder, feeling yourself almost coming undone. “You’re the only one who fucks me this good.”

After a few seconds, you could feel tears coming to your eyes, “I’m gonna come, John,” You gasped, feeling the bubble inside you about to burst.

“Then come, baby girl, come with me,” He panted, bucking himself against you even faster. His eyes traveled from your bouncing breasts to your face, tears about to fall from your eyes because it just felt so damn good.

“I’m coming, John,” You gasped, “I’m coming!” Feeling your core throb with pleasure, you screamed into John’s shoulder, while he moaned along, feeling himself coming undone as well, that mixed feeling of euphoria and pleasure washing over you.

Feeling his cock soften inside you, John was about to pull out until you pulled him against you, “Don’t,” You whispered, your head resting against his shoulder, “I don’t want you to go.”

Chuckling softly, John pressed a sweet kiss against your forehead, caressing your hair, “I’m not going anywhere, (Y/N).”

Closing your eyes, you sighed softly, enjoying John’s arms around you again, but in a different way. You didn’t know if you’re ever going to tell your brother about this but all you know is that,

You just want to savour this moment with John Deacon.

tags: @b-hardys // @spideyyypeter // @hunterswearingplaid // @livingforrt // @bensrhapsody 

[yeaaabudddy]

Hiding

Ship: Jason Todd x Reader (Y/N)

Type: Fluff

Requested: Yes, by anon

Words: 2 622

Notes: A bit of making out if that makes you uncomfy. I hope you it is good enough, if you want me to write something else just let me know!

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You don’t know how it really occurred, it all happened pretty fast. You and Tim are really good friends, you always come over to his house to make sure that he’s still alive and well. You guys became great friends during school because you ended up accidentally stumbling upon Tim changing into a Robin costume in the school when a bunch of gunned men started infiltrating it.

You were walking in the hallway when you saw a man with a huge gun, turning into the hallway you were in and you panicked, opening the closest door to you so you can hide and stumbled upon Tim changing in an empty classroom.

You were too shocked by the fact that you might die that you totally didn't register the fact that Tim, the guy who always ends up accidentally falling asleep in your classes, is Robin.

That’s how you became friends, you realized how overwhelmed he was and you would always make sure he’s okay because he was helping the city, you thought you could help him just a little if he was doing so much.

Also, you had a frightening talk with Batman, him making sure that you won’t give up the fact that you knew who Robin’s identity was.

You then realized that Batman was Bruce Wayne when Dick Grayson came rushing into the cave without a mask on.

Two Wayne kids were superheroes? That was not a coincidence. Plus you could totally imagine it, the amount of money he had to be able to make a whole expensive cave with expensive weapons and gear.

You then started coming around to the manor more often, you realized that the intimidating mansion wasn’t intimidating. It was just quiet and lonely.

Sometimes everyone was present in the manor and sometimes there were only a few members. You realized that the family needed a bit of fun. They were just too uptight.

After a few months, they all got used to you coming around and making food and just blasting music.

You had met Jason after a week of coming around. He came into the manor to see a bright looking home that felt… warm? He looked around confused at why the lights seemed warm, why the house looked smaller and why he could hear laughing.

He walked into the kitchen to see a girl he’s never seen before, wearing an apron and chatting with Alfred. Tim and Dick were sitting on the dining table with a plate of cookies between them.

His attention turned back to you when he heard you laugh when Alfred made a joke. Your laugh brightening the dark that was lined around the area. At first, Jason was annoyed.

Who are you? Why are you laughing like you’re talking to longtime friends? Why is everyone not questioning this and why is Dick just smiling and enjoying cookies?

Did he drop into an alternate universe? He questioned reality for a second, not understanding what he was seeing.

Did the Flash do something? He shouldn’t be able to know though if something changed in the timeline.

He was only gone a few days…

“Um…” His voice broke the weirdly happy atmosphere in the kitchen. Everyone turned to look at him standing in the doorway with a confused expression.

“Jason, You’re back!” Dick acknowledged him, nodding at his brother. Tim just looked at him briefly before going back to whatever case he was working on.

“Jason… is it?” You ask him, smiling and Jason just nods in response. You finally met the whole family. “By process of elimination, I guess you’re Red Hood then.”

Jason’s eyes widened in response, his eyes immediately whipping to his brothers who were sitting on the dining table, munching on cookies and not even phased.

“Is this real?” His hand went to his head, how can so many things change in a few days. He wants everything to go back to how it was.

It was too warm, too bright for him.

“What the fuck is going on?” Jason’s voice was a bit rough this time, wanting an actual answer and not just blank faces of his brother.

“Master Jason, calm down. This is Tim’s friend, Y/N. She’s come over for the past week to help out around the manor.” Jason scoffed at the information.

“Tim’s friend?” He looked at Tim who was just ignoring the whole situation that was unfolding. “Guess you just figured it out yourself then?”

You were not phased by Jason’s reaction, you grabbed a cup and poured in some coffee.

“Yup, want some?” You held up the coffee cup to beside your face, smiling like you were in an advertisement.

“There’s something in there, isn’t there? You’ve taken control over the whole family. Oh my gosh, why me?” Jason’s voice groaned out in frustration.

“Jason, just sit down” Dick groaned at his brother’s dramatic self.

“Shut up, Dick.”

“I swear I’m not a villain.” You put your hands up in surrender.

“How do I know that?” Jason squinted his eyes at you in suspicion.

“Uh… you can test the coffee?” You offered, not really knowing how to prove to him you haven’t done anything wrong but skip class.

Jason just laughed at the offer. “Test the coffee?”

“I don’t know! I literally just figured out Tim was Robin, I don’t know how this stuff works.” You defended yourself.

“Jason, chill. We’re all conscious and aware. Y/N just came around and started helping us out a bit.” Dick explained for you as Tim was clocked out, what a great friend he was.

That day was the start of it all. Jason was still very suspicious of you, he never ate or drank anything you made no matter how much Alfred yelled at him and how much you tried to hide your frown.

You guys eventually became acquainted after Jason realized that you were literally a normal girl. It took some time but eventually, he warmed up.

A few years had passed from that moment, a lot had happened. You realized that you wanted to help them out more as they were putting their all into making sure that everyone in this city was safe.

There were so many scares as many more dangerous villains came around. You started going to university to get a medical degree because the whole team hurt themselves too much and don’t have proper help or a proper doctor.

They have all the expensive hospital supplies but only Alfred really uses it on the others because the boys are too tired to patch themselves and others or are passed out.

You ended helping in the batcave with patching up the members and it scared you because you were depended on to help them. It was you or no one else though so you decided you needed to help as you wouldn't let them die.

Since you were Tim’s friend as you were only a year older than him, you spent most of your time with him. You were close to everyone else but you realized Tim needed the most help with his 24/7 sleep deprived state.

There was one person you never managed to get too close to and that was Jason Todd.

You did try but the atmosphere always felt awkward around you for some reason. Well actually, you know why.

It was no secret that Jason Todd was HOT. The whole family was but Jason was just in his own way so attractive to you. Since you were so close to Dick and Tim, they felt like brothers to you but Jason didn’t come around often, usually in his own team and apartment so you didn’t see him as much anyway.

When he did come over though, it was always a sight for you. Dick noticed the way both of you stared at each other and he couldn’t stand the sexual tension between you guys. Tim obviously didn’t notice even if it was happening right in front of him.

When you both ended up getting together Dick, Bruce, Alfred, and even Damian thanked the heavens. The tension between you guys was getting to them and they instantly knew when you guys got together because the awkwardness was suddenly gone.

You guys didn’t say anything to them but they all ended up seeing you together randomly in random corners of the manor like you were trying to hide but didn’t actually care enough to properly do it.

Tim obviously still hadn’t gotten a hint and no one told him, you were a bit nervous to tell him that you were dating his brother. They didn’t have the best relationship but it wasn’t the worst so you didn’t know how he would take it.

You kept it ‘hidden’ for now, it wasn’t like you really needed to hide it though because Tim had no suspicion especially when it came to stuff he didn't really care about.

“Jason, do you think we should tell Tim? It’s been a month.” You felt guilty even though you weren’t exactly hiding anymore. You guys just weren’t into much PDA around the family so it’s not like you were particularly keeping it from him it but you still thought you should tell Tim yourself.

“Screw him, you can tell him tomorrow. Right now I just want to spend time with you.” Jason pulled you closer to him with his hands that were wrapped around your waist. His grip strong as he put his face closer to yours, your noses brushing together.

You giggled at the sensation, you bring your mouth closer to his. Jason smiled at your laugh, the sound always making his heart beat a bit faster.

“Alright but I’m telling him tomorrow.” You kiss him slowly, his lips feeling so good against yours. You bound your arms around his neck, one hand brushing through his gorgeous hair.

Jason’s arms made their way down your body as he tried to speed up the movement of your lips together. You pull apart from him to catch your breath and he makes his way to your neck.

You crane your neck to give him more space for the lewd kisses Jason was planting on your neck. His hands went down to your ass, massaging it in his big hands making you groan against him.

You brought his face back to your own and kissed him again, rushing this time to feel him again.

Jason’s hands make their way down, bending to accommodate for the height difference. The force of his hands on your thighs always surprised you because of how Jason easily picked you up.

You clench your arms around his neck as he forces you up. You cross your ankles behind his waist, continuing to kiss him.

Jason prodded your mouth with his tongue, asking you silently to open up which you allowed. His tongue makes his way into your warm mouth, exploring it.

You always thought Jason would be pretty rough with his kisses and actions but he was pretty soft unless he had a bad day, of course.

Jason pushed you against the living room wall, his mouth leaving your lips. He kissed along a trail making his way down back to your neck to leave some marks, making you moan at the feeling. His hand made his way to your face and run through your hair and moving it away from your neck.

You were so into Jason at the moment as he softly bit onto your neck and kissed all over it that you barely heard a nudge against the glass table. The noise echoed around the dimly lit room making you both stop.

You and Jason turn to look at the cause of the noise, seeing the culprit standing right next to the glass coffee table.

Tim stood there in his Red Robin suit, mouth agape staring at you both. You noticed the open window, realizing he probably came through from there for a particular reason.

“Um…” Tim didn’t know if he was hallucinating because he had his 20th coffee or this was a weird dream.

“Tim!” You squealed, realizing what position he was seeing you and Jason in. You wanted Tim to find out but not like this, you wanted to tell him yourself.

You tried to get down from your position but Jason had a tough grip on your thighs that were holding you up against him and the wall. You slapped his hand, the stinging sensation catching his attention and he looked back at you.

He loosened his grip when he realized what you wanted and you made your way down to the ground, parting yourself from Jason and fixing up your messed up shirt and hair.

“Uh-” you don’t understand what to say in the moment, how to explain it to him.

“You and… Jason?” His face looked in disgust at the prospect of you and him together. Jason glared at Tim who stood still in his place.

“Hey, watch it.” Jason said to Tim in response to the disgust he held when he said his name.

“Please, she’s like my sister and you’re… you. It’s weird!” Tim said, making a face.

“I wanted to tell you! I was going to tell you tomorrow!” You tried to defend the both of you.

“Oh my gosh, how long?” Tim’s eyes widened at the aspect that you’ve been going out for a while and him not picking it up. He wasn’t always the best with figuring out relationships and he definitely didn’t expect you and Jason to get together.

“Only a month!” You respond, quickly.

“Ugh, I wish I could cleanse my mind. I really wish I didn’t have to see that.” Tim covered his eyes with his gloved hands.

“Speaking of that… why are you here?” Jason asked, his face annoyed at the aspect of being interrupted by none other than Tim.

“Bruce was looking for you, he had called your phone but you weren’t picking up. There was a case he needed your hands on so he sent me.” Tim explained his reasoning as to why he broke into his apartment.

Jason checked his phone that was in his back pocket, seeing the missed calls lined up in his notification bar.

“I would leave but I kind of gotta leave with you to make sure you’re coming. Big Bat’s orders.” He looked between the two of you, implying that you couldn’t continue on whatever you were doing.

Jason groaned, even more annoyed at the fact that he has to leave you. “You guys have the best timing.” Jason fixed up his suit and picked up his helmet and wore it. The guns on the dining table being put into various parts of his suit and he turned to you.

“You’ll probably end up in the cave anyways but…” Jason looked at Tim who was still rooted in his spot and rolled his eyes under his mask. He leaned towards you, close to your ear. “I’ll see you tonight.”

“Gross!” Tim fake gagged as he realized what Jason was whispering to you.

“Oh shut up, you interrupted our time!” Jason shot back, making his way to the window.

“I didn’t know!” Tim shouted at him, following behind him. They both left through the window, leaving you alone to clean up a bit and leave the apartment as well and make yourself to the cave.

You knew if most of the crew was out right now, people would most likely come back with injuries. At least Tim knew now, so you don’t feel the guilt of hiding something from him. You hope that this might help with the relationship between Tim and Jason a bit.

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[sunraycorey]

i will be your home - valentine’s day thread

It was mid morning when the harmless knock landed on Keaton’s cabin door. Corey abandoned his freshly baked blueberry muffin to answer, only to find no one on the other side. A small envelope caught his eye as it sat abandoned across the dark wooden floor panels. He plucked it up and looked it over as the door shut behind him. Once the closure was torn open, Cor revealed the pamphlet inside and reached out for his hot cup of coffee. “Hm.” The short sound escaped him, bright and intrigued. “Jasper’s throwing a Valentine’s day party. That’s sweet.” Apollo’s son did adore parties.

Keaton:

—— Keaton steps in from the living room once he hears the knocks, joining behind Corey to observe as he opens the letter. “A party?” Keaton, on the other hand, didn’t really care for parties. He was shy. “Nah.”

Corey:

“Nah?” Corey smiled, slightly mocking the cadence of Keaton’s reaction. The invitation was tossed atop the table and he settled against the stool to enjoy his coffee and muffin properly. “Your bran flakes are showing again, snuggy. ‘just saying…”(edited)

Keaton:

“It’s not really my scene. Especially not…leather and lace?” Keaton looks at the letter with concern. “I don’t play dress up. Not my style.” He sighed. “Besides…I’d rather spend the day with you.”

Corey

“Ok… fair.” He snickered while working down the first bite of blueberry muffin. Topped with butter, of course. “To play devil’s advocate, the invitation does say 'dress up optional’.” Keaton’s comfort mattered to Corey. Under such reasonable circumstances, he wouldn’t dare pressure him. It was a holiday after all. The after thought of Keaton’s argument wasn’t missed, though Cor felt surprised by it initially. Right… it was 'Valentine’s Day’. It seemed… natural for this sort of suggestion to pop up between them. With what slipped out during the love affair. A smile spread across Corey’s lips once again, but this one was mildly sheepish. Honored. Even frazzled. “Um… yeah. Let’s do our own thing…” Saying this, it didn’t feel like enough. He angled the stool to face Keaton better, snatching a peck to his jaw line. “… Be my Valentine?”

Keaton:

—- Keaton felt like a stick in the mud for killing the party idea so quickly but he was being honest with his feelings about it. “if you really want I guess we could swing by for lil bit. nothing too crazy though.” he compromised, even though he knew he didn’t want to go at all. even if a part of him was curious. “I’ll take you up on that. Valentine.” He beamed. This felt like a next step in their relationship. One that he was enjoying the ride of.

Corey:

Corinth gave a half shrug in the direction of the torn envelope while sipping his coffee, “We’ll see. The ambrosia scene isn’t my thing either, honestly, and it’s all the others drink.” He preferred regular liquor. Ambrosia clouded his control far too much and couldn’t lead to anything good. “'might be a complete mess by the first hour.” Cor liked music, dancing, cutting loose, not impromptu orgy circles with any dude off the block. Keaton’s answer was relieving. Corey was so ecstatic to find him just as happy to simply spend the time with him. “'glad to know you’re not tired of me yet. … I’ll make sure you don’t regret picking me. 'plan something really special for you.” A sudden rush of ideas swirled through his head. A month ago, Cor wouldn’t believe he’d be asking this infamous question to another demigod let alone be wanted in return.

Keaton:

——- keaton didn’t know what he could come up with with only days until the holiday, but he would figure something out. after all, it had been a long time since he had a valentine on the day of love and hearts. this time especially he wanted it to be special. “tired of you? nah. that can’t be possible.UWU TIME SKIP

Corey:

The week flew by faster than Corinth expected–he truly believed it was on account of what he had to look forward too. More than another day with Keaton. Something special, or… at least Corey hoped he hadn’t over-planned for the Valentine’s Day date?? Besides that concern, there were no other familiar fears turning over and over in Cor’s mind. When it came to Keaton, he knew simply showing up and being himself would satisfy him. The musician only hoped the homemaker knew that he felt the same way about him too. Corey dressed nicer than usual, but not fancy. His shirt was buttoned rather than a tee, sleeves short. The pants were dark and new, hugging to his form just right. A pair of leather ankle boots completed the look–as well as a thoughtful brushing too his typically bed head hair. With a thick bouquet of sunflowers raised in his brand new garden clutched behind him, Corey knocked on Keaton’s door with his spare hand. Eager to see him.

Keaton:

—— keaton has spent the entire last few days making heart shaped foods and decorating his cabin with romantic things. he wasn’t dressed especially nice. he was just wearing a grey and form fitting long sleeved turtleneck with some brown pants and as of now he was barefoot. when he heard the knock on the door he scrambled through his cabin to go to his room and retrieve the giant teddy bear he had gotten for Corey the day prior. He looked in his bathroom mirror to check his teeth and his face before opening the door slowly to show that he had the bear. “whats up, sunshine?” keaton waves the bears arm and spoke in a deeper voice as if the teddy bear was greeting the other man.

Corey

The aroma wafting from the cabin was definitely reminiscent of sugar cookie dough. There seemed to always be something cooking on Keaton’s end. Somehow, the son of Hestia made such tasks seem effortless and fun–so Corinth never had to worry his lover would overwork. The door soon swung open and Corey was greeted by the biggest stuffed animal he’d ever seen. Considering the fantastical world they now inhabited, he had to take a second to be sure this wasn’t actually an enchanted plush. The fur covering it ear to toe shimmered like velvety satin, it’s face rather classic. All-in-all, lovable! Corinth laughed too himself and regained composure, "Mister Bear–fancy seeing you here, is the man of the house around?” Corey revealed his small armful of bundled sunflowers. At least they had both gone the cliche route. “I have a gift for him, and these sunflowers.”

Keaton:

——- Keaton found this romance pretty easy, even though he knew that it was in the honeymoon stages. He tried not to overthink it and just hoped that it always felt this easy, even if there were some road bumps along the way. Being with Corey made him happy in a way that he didn’t know that he could or even wanted to be. He had girlfriends and boyfriends in the past but it always felt so superficial. What Keaton had with Corey felt like it went to the bone. “I dunno” He continued in the bear’s “voice”. “Lemme go look for him.” Keaton holds the bear down far enough to expose his face to a Corey “Found him.” Keaton sets the bear to the side and gestures towards it and puts his hands on his hips. “That’s for you. Voice not included.”

Corey:

The smiling face revealed on the other side of that adorable plushie was almost blinding. Corey’s own grin shined right back, genuine and amused by the sweet little performance. Funny how, even with such short time spent apart, all Cor wanted in that instant was to be in Keaton’s arms again. They stood face to face at the doorway though and that joke stirred another bright laugh out of Apollo’s son. “Aw, really?” Corey feigned disappointment and finally stepped forward, slightly extending the flowers between their bodies, “Not even on special occasions?” Before Keaton would have any chance tor respond, Cor’s smile faded momentarily and he tugged the other by the waist into a confident kiss drunk with longing and admiration. “Hey.” He whispered on a short breath afterward.

Keaton:

—— keaton looks at the flowers and back at Corey with adoration as he takes them. He didn’t know how special being brought flowers was until now. It was a very affectionate feeling that made him feel wanted and warm inside. He couldn’t contain his glowing blush and found himself in a kiss of passion with Corey before long. They could never keep their hands off of each other for more than five minutes. “Hey…” Keaton whispered before pulling away and grabbing the man’s hand and slowly pulling him inside, the red heart decorations on display. “Close the door, Sunshine.”

Corey:

He drew his own bottom lip in afterward, dimples showing as his smile peaked through at the same time. Wonder filled his dark brown eyes for what had started and what could be in store. He knew the sunflowers were gorgeous, but when paired beside Keaton it truly was a complete picture. Their hands touched and Keaton held his, pulling him past the doorframe back into what should be Keaton’s own world but it really felt like theirs now. The door fell shut, bright red markers caught Corey’s attention. Hearts abound. “If Valentine’s Day was a decoration contest, you’d put Daith to shame.” He joked. This took so much effort, Cor was touched by Keaton investing such care into one single day. “… You look incredible, by the way.”

Keaton:

“I’ll have to get something to put these in. Nobody has ever gotten me flowers before.” Keaton said earnestly, clearly grateful for the gesture as he looked at the flowers once again. “I’m no son of Aphrodite but I can whip up some decorations.” While he was no son of love, he was the son of the home. Which probably contributed to his natural affinity for decoration and room design. “Me. Psh. Nah. You’re the one that looks good. I’m just dressed like I always do. Nothing special.”

Corey:

Corey was astonished that no one had gotten Keaton such a traditional gift before, but pleased to be the first none the less. Practicing tact, he kept these thoughts to himself. “You shouldn’t have to worry about this bunch for awhile. Jasper helped me grow them from parts of Demeter’s garden.” He explained, just to make things easier for the homemaker who seemed to think of everything. “You’ll have to teach me some tricks–my place could use a seasonal flair.” Reaching up, Cor tapped one of the paper hearts to make it spin before bending down to scoop up Mister Bear who was nearly too big and frumpy to take very far. His chin settled atop the bears head while he listened, “You’re always special. With the delicious smell, I expected to see you covered in flour–but you’re just too on top of your game, sexy.”

Keaton:

“I like your place the way it is.” Keaton replies. “I mean, it’s so natural y’know? And it’s where we first…” Keaton looks away with a tad of a blush. “Yeah.” He sets the flowers down in a pitcher he feels with water and turns back to face the other man. “Flour? On my favorite turtleneck? Hell nah.” Keaton speaks with a smile throughout, hard to contain when in the presence of his lover. “Besides, only the best when it comes to you.” He walks up and wraps his arms around Corey, nuzzling his nose into the son of Apollo’s neck.

Corey:

That once dreamy smile swiftly morphed into a knowing grin while Keaton dropped the subject. Foxy and cocky at the same time as both arms hugged around the large bears oversized head. Honestly, he was flattered to know someone liked his cabin and coming from Keaton that counted for a lot. “Well, now that I’ve learned how you are at your absolute worst I’ll take you any way I can have you.” Dashing the playful flirting and inside jokes aside, Cor moved his arms to hold Keaton in return, pressing his brow securely against the other’s short hair. Instinctively, the musician ran a hand up and down Keaton’s back. He felt at peace in this warm silence, at home and it wasn’t only the Hestia’s birthright that stirred such a nostalgic sensation in him.

Keaton:

—— even with the giant bear between them, he still felt as if they were as close as possible. “you can have me any way you want, sunshine.” keaton coos, continuing to nuzzle the other demigod. “show me the gift you mentioned, babe.” he said, pulling away from Corey.

Corey:

His gaze softened as Keaton opened himself up too him. Any anxiety or tension melted from Corinth’s strong shoulders as they remained together. A silly, loving threesome with the clumsy bear still present. But, Cor wouldn’t want it different. When Keaton gave him space, he reached into his pocket and presented the small token. “I thought it was a nice… mix of our paths.” The golden laurels of Apollo and a fiery ruby to symbolize Hestia’s unwavering hearth.

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Keaton:

—- Keaton was speechless when he saw the ring. This was such a romantic gesture that he wasn’t sure what to say. “I—-Damn.” Keaton takes the ring out of the box slowly and places it on his ring finger, admiring it carefully. “Cor….”

Corey:

Cor stood still with a smile after presenting the ring. This token was meant to be special, a symbol of their bond. After a second of watching, there was uncertainty of whether he’d taken it too far. Then, Keaton was removing it and slipping the glimmering ring on his finger. Effortlessly which came as a relief too Corey. “Don’t overthink it…” He muttered while leaning forward to kiss Keaton’s right temple affectionately. “I’m just so grateful… this seemed perfect. You deserve nice things.” The last sentence was followed with another sweet grin. His gaze flicked down toward the hand wearing the ring now. It looked radiant as he’d pictured it. “It’s ok…?”

Keaton:

—- “but….I have to ask, Sunshine.” Keaton suddenly felt the anxiety returning to him. While he was grateful for the gift, he wasn’t sure what it symbolized between them. They had gotten this close and Keaton wanted it to go further. Even if he hadn’t explicitly said it before now. The ring on his finger had suddenly made the weight of this limbo period suddenly unbearable. “What are we?”

Corey:

Cor’s eyes and expression transitioned to something more pensive. The fear… wasn’t present. The dread that haunted him weeks turned months after Jackson was stripped from his side, then Henri’s sudden murder. Though it had all come crashing during last trial, somehow… that break had opened his eyes. To the fact that things weren’t ok, but there were certain people, so few, willing to work through this situation with him. For him. Keaton, like an angel, did and said all things Cor desperately wanted. Needed. For that, and these days that followed their return filled with unapologetic intimacy and freedom, it was difficult to wall up his usual defenses. Excuses. The ones he threw in Ari’s face not so long ago, but remedied with honesty now. Denied, in spite of his recovery, because… “I… don’t know.” He finally replied, throat suddenly dry. “… but we can ask those questions… you can ask me til… we figure that out.” What makes sense–no. “… What makes us happy and… better.”(edited)

Keaton:

——- Keaton’s face struggled to hide the dissatisfaction he felt from such a vague answer. but he quickly covered it up, as he was trying his best to be understanding. For Keaton, he didn’t have to figure it out. At least he didn’t think he did. When someone made you feel this way, you were supposed to be with them right? Still, Keaton didn’t want to force Corey if he wasn’t ready or give him an ultimatum. He didn’t want the other man to feel anything outside of comfortable around him so he wouldn’t disturb that by being pushy. “I mean….you make me happy.” Keaton brought their foreheads together once again. “I really want to be with you. Like for real. Any way you wanna do it. I just….I want us to be together.” He said, taking Corey’s cheek in his palm. “It’s aight if you need to think it over, I don’t wanna rush you or nothin. I just can’t go on any longer without you knowing that.”

Corey:

His gaze lowered as the energy turned. A familiar drop and yet everything done up to this point just seemed so right. He couldn’t regret pushing in his own way too. Inclined to dream of more with someone who understood so naturally. Who was patient. Who would… be there. Taking a step forward, Corey returned the contact, amazed by what Keaton said afterward. There was a thought, a hope, that the son of Hestia could want him too, but this… it was so much more than Corinth had imagined. The assurance in Keaton’s voice moved him more than anything else, not that he was desperate for their relationship to be official but that it could be the natural order. How could he not have known this… was what Keaton wanted? Truly. “No I… I completely understand.” He replied, still in awe of what was said about them. “I didn’t think I’d ever feel like myself again. Find someone who could… listen or touch me, the way you have. … I want you, Keaton. I really do…” “'just… I’ve lost people before… and I cannot lose you.” He shook his head upon saying this. The thought that plagued him, ruled him, for some time now. “I’m afraid… it’ll happen again.”

Keaton:

——— “it’s a risk….I know that. Being in this place and being who we are. It’s dangerous and it scares the shit out of me. But I also know how I feel about you, Cor. And that gives me the courage. I think…if I die…I won’t get to see Corey’s face again. Or call him Sunshine or wake up with him next to me anymore. I won’t get to make him muffins for breakfast  when he gets up  or run my fingers through his hair when he’s falling asleep. If I die I won’t get to hear him play on his guitar or watch him in that garden of his. If I die I won’t get to hold his hand or hear him saying my name ever again or see his smile at me. And that’s enough for me to live. I’m not gonna leave cause…why would I go anywhere when you’re already right here?”

Corey:

His brows furrowed with touching emotion as Keaton spoke. Resounding, almost haunting words. How every second spent together had left an impression. Keaton saw him, happiest and even afraid, and he… accepted, wanted it, might even loved all these sides. Corey felt a sting in his eyes. The notion of being Keaton’s one thought… his motivation to keep going, to be his hope. He was in disbelief that he could be that for someone again, yet this was evident. He quivered as the tears rolled down his cheeks as Keaton finished, each memory, feeling, reflected in his own minds eye, and then… “Keaton…” Cor whispered, beside himself, but still… profoundly moved by what was meant. Touching Keaton’s face, he kissed him again, this time drawn and laced with a tender longing. Gratitude. Once he pulled away, he felt his heart slightly racing and Cor just… didn’t want to let go. “Then… stay… and be mine.” He shivered while saying between quiet tears. “Bring me home every night. Day. Help me dream again through your eyes. Keep me. Let me be… better than I ever was before, for you. For all of this. Make it to the end with me…” He asked, hand soothing across the nape of Keaton’s neck. “make forever worth all of this with me. I’ll be your light and hope… and you’ll be mine.”

Keaton:

—— keaton smiles, tears almost breaching his eyes as well. it was easy for him to be this vulnerable and earnest with Corey. He didn’t want to keep any secrets from him or not tell him anything. Keaton wanted everything he felt always on the table, he wanted to be in Corey’s heart forever. He wanted to be the one that Corey loved, and returned to after a long day. In his heart was where Corey was making his home. Fitting for the demigod of homes, he supposed. “I am yours. You are mine. Speaking it into existence….right here and now.” He whispered, wiping away Corey’s tears with his thumbs. “I am your home. And you are mine. Deal?”

Corey:

Corinth ducked his chin slightly as they came to face each other once more, but Keaton cupped his face. Made him brave again. The sun child nudged back against those palms, nuzzling a cheek closer to one. He wouldn’t lose him… he wouldn’t… but Corey still feared the cost of such tragedy befalling one last time would be the loss of himself. Either to destroy or to leave Mount Olympus, forever. Keaton reminded Corey that this cruel stagnant place didn’t have to be his home. The center of his heart and spirit. Keaton was. Living, breathing and true. Corinth came close to hug him once more while nodding. “Yes… yes, deal, baby…” fingers curled across the other’s neck with peaceful joy. “I’ll go anywhere you go, Keaton. We’re in this together…” After a moment, Corey finally gathered himself enough to take a half step back. Wiping the damp from his own cheeks, breathing and giving an apologetic chuckle. “Shit… I’m sorry.” He knew an apology was unrequired. That Keaton understood—or at least had put the effort and attention into trying to. For this, Corey… He reached forward to take hold of the hand wearing that glistening band. “… I love you.”

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Like a Memory Part II (Ben x Reader x Roger Smut)

Summary: At first, Roger is just like a weird part of furniture because Ben and you can’t really get rid off him but even letting him out of the apartment or being uncareful with conversation topics can lead to problems. It takes Roger to go back to his time and then return to yours again, to really get what he wanted most from you and Ben, things getting especially heated after a few drinks. 

Words: ~5.3k (I apologise. I have no idea why or how that happened)

Warning: If you came here for the plot, then skip from them entering the bedroom to the last few lines. If you came here for the smut, I’m definitely gonna drag you to hell with me but that might be fun. Anyway, it’s mostly Ben x Reader x Roger but there will be a little M/M interaction as well. PLEASE don’t read if you’re underaged, thanks!

At some point, some inspiration for a third part sparked. It could be a bit angsty though and for Reader and Ben it would be two years after this chapter. Let me know if you would like that, yes? 

Enjoy, Loves!

Like a Memory Part II 

(Part I)

“You two slept well?”, Roger asked with a grin as you had breakfast the next morning. 

“More than well”, Ben told him, giving you a warm and happy smile. You could tell they had a quiet competition over you for a moment but then Ben moved for the coffee and the weird silence was over. You had planned a lazy Sunday together so Ben could rest before another week of filming and the stressful life on set and it happened in the end, just a little different than you’d had in mind. You weren’t naked and Ben wasn’t spooning you either as you watched Netflix because Roger was still there and the two of you didn’t really know what to do with him. It was a bit weird, knowing that you couldn’t really send him away but at the same time you had no idea what to do with him - even leaving the apartment would’ve been hard. Good thing you were a freelance photographer and not booked for any shoots the upcoming week, because it meant you could keep him company when Ben had to leave again. Sometimes you’d let Roger walk Frankie with you, but the fear that he might ask you the wrong questions or someone saw you - what if some paparazzi thought you were cheating on Ben and old-Roger seeing it in the end?! - was still on your mind. You forced yourself to ship around critical topics as much as you could - you definitely didn’t want to break to him that his best friend would die of aids at some point. You would’ve loved to warn him to warn Freddie in a way, too, but Ben was right about the room-time continuum thing. What if you told Roger something and back in his timeline, there would be a fight or whatever drama causing the boys to break up and you’d “only” notice by hits like Radio Gaga missing in your life. Which would “only” lead to a bunch of consequences, like Lady Gaga not picking her name. You didn’t like it, but you felt safer staying quiet. 

Ben was texting you as much as he could and he understood you, he even started to wish Roger would go back to his time as sudden as he’d appeared but at the same time, you grew familiar to another person to talk to when Ben wasn’t around. Not that you didn’t have other friends, but they lived all around the globe and in different time zones, making it hard to talk on the phone or be in contact while both of you were awake. And Roger was good company as well, making you laugh with his stories about the boys and the crazy shit he’d gotten up to. He was smart as well and you really liked that; he understood the new technology surrounding him way faster than you would’ve, probably, and told you facts about basically everything that left you amazed. He even helped you cooking which was something that Ben never did. It didn’t really make a difference because he was as helpless with pasta and a pan as your boyfriend was but you thought it was nice that he at least tried. Also, Roger had picked out white wine at the store that was truly glorious, making you ignore the fact that it was only 4:30 and that you’d be tipsy when Ben finally returned from shooting. Everything was prepared for his return when Roger started to fumble with Ben’s record player that wasn’t working properly because of some missing cord or whatever, you didn’t really know. Only that Roger got it to work again in the ten minutes it took you to set the table and light some candles for the mood. He picked out a record of Adele, only judging by her face on the cover and the name of the songs - since Ben didn’t have any Queen as he noted with a raised eyebrow. 

“He listens to you on Spotify basically non-stop. You remember, the music app I showed you?”

“Yeah, but he got an actual record player -“

“Which didn’t work fifteen minutes ago”, you defended him. 

“But why didn’t he buy our albums only for the numbers.”

“Rog, I’m sorry but no-one is interested in the sales of vinyls anymore. Only freaks that hype a purple boh- Oh, hang on, I can’t tell you, that would be too much of a spoiler.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

“It would take too much away. You can’t just tell Freddie how to name that song. Or what song of yours - fuck okay, we need to drop the topic right now!”

“I have a song on a single?”

“God, Rog, stop.”#“Do I?”

“Yes”, you said, grumbling at your own dumbness. Ben wouldn’t be proud. What if you woke up tomorrow and “I’m in Love with my Car” didn’t exist anymore because Roger had given in to Brian’s complaints, putting himself under too much pressure because of no-one else but you?! “Please, let’s stop talking about it.”

“We have purple vinyls?”

“Yeah, it was a special edition”, you replied, willing him to drop the topic. 

“That’s bloody amazing!”, he told you and his excitement made you smile. 

“You’re a great great band, Rog.”

“I’m not a band, y/N”, he teased you with a grin. You leant onto the kitchen’s counter and your heart started to pump faster when he approached you, looking a bit like he was a hunter and you were his prey. 

“I know, Rog, but Queen is and you’re really good. And you’re a great drummer, too”, you only whispered it because his hand was cupping your jaw. His eyes were taking yours in again, like the blue sparkle was hypnotising you, making you fall into the depth of it. He leaned into you slowly and you knew - you fucking knew - it was the moment to push him away, to tell him off since you were with Ben but you didn’t. And the next thing you knew was that he was kissing you. Really softly, though, his fingertips moving into your hair and his lips tugged on your bottom lip for some seconds before you came to your senses again and broke the kiss. 

“You can’t do that”, you told him even though your body felt like it was on fire. You wanted him. You wanted young Roger to grab you, lift you on the counter and fuck you senselessly. You didn’t know why he’d have that effect on you with only one kiss but you had to blink, trying to get past it. Then, two things happened at the same time. A confused look took over Roger’s face and you heard keys clicking in the door. Ben was coming home. And all of a sudden, Roger was gone. Gone like he’d come. 

“Babe?”, Ben called, throwing his keys onto his sideboard, whistling when he saw the pretty dining table. “That’s looking good, y/N”, he told you, approaching you in the kitchen, following the smell. 

“Ben”, you whispered, in shock. 

“What is it?”, he asked, sounding worried now and pulling you into his arms. 

“Ben, Roger’s gone. Literally got pulled back in time - I assume - the moment after he’d kissed me.”

“He what?”, Ben asked, his body stiffening. “That stupid fucker, why did he - what did you do?”

“I was cooking and he fixed your record player and played Adele and got angry because you didn’t have any of his works and I said you’d play them on Spotify and that vinyl sales didn’t matter and I almost spilled I’m in love with my Car. And he was happy and the next thing I know is that he was kissing me and then I told him he couldn’t do that.”

“I’m glad you did”, Ben said, still looking worried. “Let’s not make a big deal out of it, okay? I mean, he’s gone now and to be honest, it’s such a Roger thing, to do, I was scared he’d do it since he got here.”

“Why?”

“Because you’re his type from head to toe, y/N. You resemble Dominique like crazy, to a point where it scared me when I found out. I - I can’t even be mad right now.”

“Should we just eat and drop it? File it under “gone back in time”?”, you suggested, making him chuckle.

“It still smells glorious, babe, don’t wanna waste that.”

The only thing Ben didn’t know about or couldn’t change was that Roger was still on your mind. He liked how eager you were to fuck him but that was all he noticed. But while you were riding him your mind didn’t stay there but you wondered how it would be like if Roger was there - not necessarily instead of Ben but having fun with the two of you. You couldn’t fall asleep later that night, asking yourself if Roger would come back to Ben and you at some point and how it’d be like to see him again. 

***

When you had to go to first Los Angeles, then New York, then Chicago and lastly back to London for your own work, not seeing Ben for more than two weeks - especially not while you were PMSing which was the hardest - you kept imagining to get it on with Ben and Roger together while you were touching yourself and also thought about the eventuality that Roger just appeared in front of you and Ben was on an entire different part of the world. However, that never ended too well for you so you tried to shake these thoughts, still promising yourself you would never cheat on your Boyfriend. 

Once back in London, you invited Ben over to your place, planning to prepare him a nice dinner again because he liked that and you wanted to be his dessert. What you didn’t know was that Ben had gone to the supermarket near your flat, to pick up some wine for both of you, only to arrive to your place at the exact same time Roger came back. The timing actually was so exact that Ben had to emergency brake and Roger still kind of ended up being run over by his car but he wasn’t hurt. “‘m good, mate, don’t worry”, he kept assuring Ben until he agreed to take him up to your flat and not to the emergency room. 

“Babe?”, he called into your flat because you two had exchanged keys some months ago. “If you’re naked than tell me know since someone came back in time.” You almost dropped the glass bowl full of food you’d just gotten out of the oven and you forced your breath to become steady again in an instant. 

“I’m here and I’m dressed”, you told the boys which wasn’t completely true and the thought of Roger back in your time while you weren’t exactly wearing panties made you uncomfortable. 

“Y/N, I’m so happy to be back!”, Roger told you when Ben and him joined you in your small - well, not small, but compared to Ben’s it was - kitchen. He straight up ignored Ben who wanted to greet you first, embracing you in a hug before he picked you up and spun you around. 

“A Night at the Opera was a fantastic tour, have you heard? And that single you mentioned, I know now and people love it!”

“I only know that Brian doesn’t”, you teased him giggling. “Put me down, would you?”

“If I must”, he replied, unwilling to let go of you. Especially since you turned to Ben when you were back on your feet and Roger’s jaw clenched. He knew that convincing Ben would be the hardest part of what he wanted to do this time in this time. 

“Hey, babe”, Ben whispered when he leant in to kiss you, not really caring that Roger was watching. “I’ve missed you.”

“You too, honey”, you replied, wrapping your arms around his neck, forgetting that your dress was a bit too short to do that really. Roger did notice and he swallowed hard, assuming that you’d gone commando, but he couldn’t really know for sure, getting eager to find out though. “I love you”, he heard you whisper to Ben and his heart started hurting because he had no idea how incredible he’d feel if you said that to him.

“And I love you”, Ben replied, running his hands through your hair for a second. “We brought wine.”

“Well, you did, I only came back into the equation later”, Roger corrected go brake you two apart. 

“How did it happen this time?”, you asked, piking up the noodle dish you’d prepared with two oven towels and carrying it to your dining table. 

“’t was a bit weird if I’m honest, I was gonna go to sleep and instead I ended up here, kinda in front of Ben’s car. That’s a nice one by the way, what’s the brand?”

“Thanks, it’s a Porsche and we really shouldn’t -"

“You didn’t run him over, did you?”, you asked Ben, getting another plate and everything for Roger. 

“Not intentional and he says he’s okay”, Ben explained in self-defence. 

“Don’t worry y/N”, Roger said with a smile. “How much time has passed over here?”

“About a month I guess”, you replied, inviting both of them to sit down with one movement. Ben poured three big glasses of wine for all of you and you cut the lasagna. 

“It’s been far longer for me, two tours actually.”

“And how are you doing?”

“‘M great, love”, Roger said, taking a huge sip of the wine. “I’ve missed you like crazy though, the girls in my time-line can’t stand up to you at all.”

“You’re gonna meet her, I know that”, Ben told him, trying to shut him up with a glance. 

***

“Should I make some margaritas?”, you suggested later the same night. The boys had loved that dinner and you could see desire in both of their faces. 

“You just wanna get me piss drunk again”, Ben said with a grin. 

“I know you’re only here because of them”, you replied, leaving them to get back into the kitchen. You’d met Ben at a party and prepared margaritas for the two of you there, since they’d had the biggest bar ever and managed to knock him out like he swore no-one ever had before. He loved your margaritas ever since and gave you a wide smile when you brought the full jar and three glasses over to him and Roger who’d moved over to your couch. Their knees were almost touching and you got onto Ben’s lap to not destroy that intimacy while still being able to look at both of them while they spoke. Your feet actually touched Roger’s legs and he spread them a little so you could slip one of your feet in between them. You only forced him to let you go again to take off your black high heels so you could run your toes over his legs. Ben’s fingers were wandering up and down your bare leg in the meantime, going from your knee up to the tight sitting hem of your dress and seeing it drove Roger crazy. 

It took Ben two glasses of the intoxicating sweet drink to acknowledge the situation without freaking out. 

“You literally look at each other like you’re gonna hit it off any second”, he finally said, leaning back into the couch. 

“I’d love to if you’re in”, Roger told him in all honesty, making Ben raise his eyebrows. 

“What about you, y/N?”, he asked you and you felt goosebumps spread on your body. Hell yes, you were in. 

“I’d be in if you are.” Roger’s hand moved to your knee while he shifted so he was sitting closer to the two of you. 

“Don’t be nervous”, he told Ben, his fingers moving into his hair. You did the same, lacing your fingers through Roger’s at the back of Ben’s neck. “Can I kiss her?” You looked at Ben who swallowed hard before his eyes met yours. 

“You want him to?”

“Only if you don’t mind”, you told him, wishing he wouldn’t. 

“Go ahead, I wanna watch you two”, he told Roger, blushing a little. 

“You’re adorable”, he told Ben before he leant into you and kissed you hungrily. You moaned into his mouth as his tongue met yours, tasting sweet and touching yours lazily. He was driving you crazy, especially when you felt his free hand go further up your leg and you shifted in Ben’s lap to give both of them the opportunity to let their hands wander up your thighs while sitting stable. Roger moved even closer to you, doing the same thing to Ben you’d done with his feet before, moving his hand out of his hair and unbuttoning Ben’s shirt without even having to look at him. 

“Bedroom?”, Ben suggested, chuckling at how eager both of you nodded. 

“I want you to take off your shoes and your shirts”, you demanded the boys before they could make it in your bedroom. Roger shrugged and toed off his white trainers immediately while Ben took off his unbuttoned shirt first, then toeing his black Vans off. Roger was checking out his muscular chest while you were checking out Roger who had a slimmer physique than Ben but his arms were muscular from playing the drums for so long. He was wearing a choker, had white sweatbands on his wrists and rings on his hands, all things that Ben never did out of costume but you’d liked seeing it on him, liking it on Roger as well. You demanded them into your bed with a single hand-movement and they were eager to get on there, Roger wrapping his legs around one of Ben’s again. You watched them smiling when Ben snaked an arm around Roger’s upper body so they were both comfortable resting against the wall your bed was positioned against. You stood on the fluffy carpet in between your bed and the door. Roger’s fingers moved up to cup Ben’s jaw while trying to catch his glance and you could see Ben’s features turn soft before he leant in to kiss Roger softly. Roger immediately answered, deepening the kiss, putting one hand in Ben’s hair and the other on his six-pack. As much as you liked seeing that, you wanted to be part of the fun and you wanted to be naked. You got their attention when you loudly cleared your throat and Roger’s mouth fell open when you unzipped your dress, performing a little striptease for the two guys. 

“I knew it, fuck”, Roger mumbled when you pulled your dress off over your head and they saw your naked ass. 

“Come ‘ere, babe, please”, Ben mumbled, almost choking on his own breath. He undid your bra and you ended up sitting on of of Ben’s and one of Roger’s legs in the end, palming both of them through their pants while they both worked their lips’ magic on your nipples that were getting so hard, it actually started hurting. Ben’s fingers were going up and down the thigh that rested on his legs while Roger was teasing you, running his fingers over the outside of your folds. You bit into his neck in a silent request, feeling his chest vibrate in a chuckle before his fingers moved in between. He gasped for air when he felt how hot and wet you were down there and Ben*s mouth claimed yours while Roger slowly pushed his index into you before you could feel the cold metal of one of his rings. Your fingers were shaking when you opened Ben’s belt and then his pants, grabbing at his dick while he did the same for Roger. 

“Shit”, you heard Roger’s husky voice, he moaned with a shaking breath and his head sunk onto Ben’s shoulder while he gripped your hips tighter, picking up a pace with his fingers, two of them pushing in and out of you while his thumb was pressing circles directly onto your clit. 

“She’s gonna cum”, Ben told Roger because he could hear it in your moans and feel it in the shivers running down your spine.

“You wanna cum, angel?”

“Y-yes”, you managed to get out, your free hand digging into his sweatband, scared he’d remove his fingers too soon. 

“Do I let her?”, Roger continued asking, directed to Ben this time. 

“No, don’t.”

“Ben!”, you whined, making the boys chuckle before Roger’s finger were softly gliding out of you, but staying in place. The circles he drew on your clit were way too slow for your liking though and why had they stopped working on your breasts?

“I like you better when you’re tight”, Ben admitted, kissing your neck. “Don’t get me wrong, she’s still tight after she came”, he reassured Roger. “It’s just my personal preference, I guess.”

“You do you, love”, Roger said, his voice muffled by Ben’s skin. “I’m gonna take care of you anytime a day, angel, I don’t care about your pussy as long as you still want me in there.”

“I’ll still be tight”, you told him, moving your hips so his fingers could slip into you again. “I didn’t see Ben for two weeks and I’m not in bed with two guys on a regular basis.”

“Oh, you’ll be”, Roger promised you, doing the same “come here” movement, Ben always drove you crazy with. “Tell me when to stop”, Roger required Ben who was barely conscious anymore since your grip on his penis tightened with every move of Roger’s. “Go easier on that poor man, y/N”, Roger told you, chuckling while your eyes fell close and your head sank back between your shoulders. 

“I can’t, you’re making me feel way too good, Rog”, you moaned, at least trying to loosen your grip on Ben’s dick. 

“How’s she?”, Ben asked, trying to catch a breath or think straight. 

“Good god, she’s so warm and ready”, Roger told him in a desperate whisper. “And you’ll have to stop if you don’t wanna finish me off too soon”, he continued and Ben grinned. 

“Sorry.” He leaned in to kiss Roger again and you smiled to yourself before you moved your head to theirs too, meeting their lips with yours, making Ben moan. “I’ve never done this but it’s incredibly good”, he admitted and you smiled, kissing him again. 

“You’re right. Please take off your pants for me.” He nodded, eagerly to follow your request before grabbing your hips again. 

“Can you get the condoms?” You grabbed some from the box as quick as you could, handing one to Roger as well who just snorted. Ben rolled the condom on himself in split seconds and his eyes fell close as you were on top of him just as fast. “God, y/N, babe”, he moaned, his fingers running over your body. Roger got on Ben’s legs behind you, stroking your nipples again, kissing your neck. His fingers moved to your clit, rubbing quick circles when you started moving up and down Ben’s dick. 

“Shit”, you both moaned in unison, making Roger chuckle. 

“Go slower, angel”, he demanded, making Ben gasp for air. 

“No, don’t, babe I need you. Please fuck me.” His fingers fell from your hips to ball up the sheets under him again, feeling you riding him slowly but deeper than usual. “Fuck, y/N, fuck, babe”, his head tilted back and his lips repeated your name like a prayer.

“You’re making him feel so good, angel”, Roger whispered into your ear. He helped you keep up this perfect rhythm that was killing Ben slowly while he got you closer to your climax with his fingers. 

“You both are”, Ben moaned, moving forward to sloppily kiss your neck and play with your nipples again. He could tell you were getting closer and he was dying to feel you come but Roger didn’t let you. 

“I’m gonna let you two finish together, if you want.” Ben’s fingers were on your hips again in an instant, guiding you to move faster while his teeth gritted together. You had him close and you were giving him exactly what he needed - the same counted for you just the other way around. Your movements grew wilder because every time Ben hit the perfect spot deep inside of you, you wanted more to a point were he was just trying to survive, his senses completely overstimulated and all he wanted was to feel you reach your high. You came undone for him, screaming his name and tears running down your face and Ben joined you, the only sound he made were deep, guttural sounds coming from far down his chest and his hands were holding you softly, helping you ride out your high. 

“Holy shit”, he mumbled, softly wiping the tears from your eyes. “You alright, babe?”

“‘m good”, you lulled back, trying to get yourself off him but noticing that your legs wouldn’t follow your commands. But then there were Roger’s hands who helped you softly and he got your head on one of the pillows, making you comfortable before he spooned you, his dick poking your back and his jeans uncomfortably tight around him. “Take your pants off already, Rog”, you whispered lazily and Ben moved to lie next to you, kissing your lips softly. You could tell he was as sleepy as you were but the thought that Roger didn’t finish off this night even though he deserved it for everything he’d helped you with kept you going. “How do you want it?”, you asked him and he chuckled. “I can wait if you’re not feeling it anymore.”

“‘M good, Rog, I wouldn’t ask you otherwise”, you told him, running your fingers through his hair. 

“Tell me how she likes it, Ben.”

“She likes it rough but I don’t want you to do her hard right now”, Ben mumbled, cuddling you from your free front side, making you feel sandwiched if you were honest. You could tell that they were touching each other over your body as well and you smiled into Ben’s chest, more than happy about that. 

“I’d like you to eat me out”, you told Roger and he chuckled. 

“You clearly don’t need that right now, angel. We could both fit in you if you’d let us.”

“It’s because of your hair, that somehow really gets her.” You snorted into Ben’s chest.

“Thank you for spilling all my secrets, Hardy”, you teased him and he chuckled until you turned around to Roger to prove your point - not that this was serious if he’d help you get what you wanted. Roger moaned when you kissed him harshly, burying your fingers in his hair. He moved on top of you after a few moments and then down your tummy, giving you exactly what you wanted and you could tell he liked it as well, the vibration of his moans when you pulled on his strands making it even more intense. He came back up when you’d finished, wiping your cum off his chin and licking it off his lips, his eyes sparkling when he tasted you. 

“She tastes damn good, doesn’t she?”, Ben whispered and Roger leaned over to him with a grin before he let Ben taste you off his lips. “I love you”, he moaned in your ear when Roger’s lips had moved to your neck. You only moaned as a response, squeezing his fingers. You had a hard time breathing when Roger finally entered you in really slow motions. His dick fit you as perfectly as Ben’s did and your nails dug into Roger’s sides when his eyes rolled back. Ben hadn’t promised too much, you were fucking tight around him, your core hot and pounding. 

“Bloody hell, angel. You’re perfect”, he told you, gripping the bed’s headboard for support. He leaned back to hit that perfect spot deep down your body as if he’d known where it was his entire life, making your back arch off the mattress. 

“Fuck, Rog, fuck”, you were screaming at this point and his thrusts picked up a deadly fast pace, leaving you moaning and shaking and crying in joy when you came once, twice. You were close to the third high when Roger softly got one of your legs on his shoulder, digging even deeper down into you, carefully this time. 

“That good?”

“Shit, yes. My god, I can’t -“

“Let go, angel, I got you”, he whispered softly, thrusting you slowly, having you come undone again in a few seconds. 

“Roger!”, you whined, feeling Ben’s arm bleed under your deathly grip. “Roger, shit! Fuck!” He grinned to himself, enjoying every second of this, every sound he pulled from your lips, every touch you two shared. “I need you to - I want - god, please, come for me!”, you continued, barely able to breath anymore. 

“I’m close”, he assured you. “You alright?”

“Hell, yes”, you moaned when he got a bit fast again. It was your eyes rolling back at this point and he gave you your forth orgasm before Roger came as well, his arms around your tummy, his head pressed to your neck, his voice a small, hoarse whisper, repeating your name over and over like his life depended on it. 

***

“Ahh, there she is!”, present-day Roger called when he spotted you between the other party attendances. It was a few months later at a small internal wrap up party, the first big step to getting Bohemian Rhapsody to the cinemas done. Ben and you had had a few intense, hot weeks with young Roger before he’d disappeared again, tears in his eyes and whispering that he loved the two of you. You’d said it back before his grip on your fingers vanished and you lent into Ben’s chest crying. Seeing his old self right now had a huge part of you sad again but when he leaned in to kiss your cheeks and you caught his smell again - young him had revealed it to you after a few days, he had his cologne in his pocket when he appeared and it was still in your bathroom at this point, not returned to it’s original time - still the same cologne, mixed with the smoke of his Juul. You wouldn’t tell anyone but it couldn’t stand up to his young self’s smell, his signature cologne mixed with real cigarette’s smoke and a faint hint of mint. When you smelled the faint memory on old-him though, it didn’t fail to make your knees weak and spark the fire of desire you’d felt for young-him. “You’re looking fabulous, angel”, he told you in a low voice before Ben spotted the two of you and he came over to hug Roger. 

“You alright, babe?”, he asked you when the white haired man had excused himself. 

“You don’t think he suddenly remembers, do you?”, you asked him in a whisper, desperate for the reassurance. 

“No way, don’t even think about that”, Ben replied, kissing you, trying to relieve you of that fear he’d had as well. 

“Okay”, you replied, moving towards the bar. 

You ended up getting quiet tipsy and it was Roger’s fault because he’d started to order your drinks, making you try different sorts of scotch, mixed with sweet cocktails to relieve your taste-buds. It got to a point where you found yourself in his arms on the dance floor, not quiet sure how he’d gotten you there. 

“Feels nice, doesn’t it?”, he asked you, when you finally looked up to meet his eyes. “Like a memory from a long distant past.”

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[guns-n-zeppelin]

Never say die - Chapter 14

Pairing: Axl Rose x reader Words: 1906 Summary: Reader accidentally time travels back to 1985 where Axl, Duff, Slash, Steven and Izzy find her

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A/N: Okay i’m so sorry this comes so late. Again. I’m so disappointed on myself rn lmao and i know you are as well but i try. I hope you still like this even a bit lmao, let me know what you think again. 

Axl's POV I opened my eyes and immediately the sun was shining straight to my face which made my headache so much worse. I had passed out on the couch last night apparently. I didn't remember shit what happened last night, just some short random moments but nothing huge. I remember Duff totally embarrassing himself in front of bunch of hot young women and Slash leaving the place with two chicks. I didn't even see Steven and Izzy at all during that night. They came with us to the bar but soon just disappeared. I remember calling to Amy in some point but i have no clue what we were talking about. After that everything's just black. Soon i heard a phone rang very loudly and i groaned, holding my head. I couldn't stand any loud noices right now and especially wasn't in the mood to talk with anybody now. I walked towards the phone and hang up and after that walked to my bedroom after taking few painkillers. I managed to vomit probably like three times, i was surprised that every organ inside me didn't come up. After like an hour and half i heard someone opening the door and come inside to the apartment. I heard loud steps coming closer to my bedroom and when the door to my bedroom flinged open, i lifted my head from the pillow and looked at the figure who came in, narrowing my eyes. ”What the f –” ”Why the fuck haven't you answered to our calls?” Izzy shouted. ”We've tried to contact you like 10 times probably and i knew you were at home!” ”Jeez, could you chill a bit,” i said quietly and got up to sit on the edge of the bed. ”What the fuck is so important? It's not like the city is in flames and we're gonna die.” Izzy groaned and rolled his eyes. ”Yeah, not we, but Amy.” And those words made me fast move my gaze on Izzy, eyes widening. ”What the hell do you mean Amy?” i yelled panicking. ”He was in a car accident yesterday at night and she's now in the hospital,” Izzy told me and i could see the sorrow in his eyes. My heart skipped a beat, probably atleast two, and my stomach dropped, tears almost ready to roll down my cheeks. ”W-what are you saying?” i asked, my voice shaking. He took a deep breath. ”She's fine. A few bones broken, bruises everywhere and so on but she survived,” Izzy said and i could breathe properly again. My heart was still beating faster than ever before, so fast that it almost hurt. ”Thank god,” i whispered and closed my eyes for a moment, trying to calm down a bit. We rushed to the hospital as fast as we could. Scarlet was there with Sam and Jon, they had been there apparently the whole night. Jon held Amy's hand and also Steven was sitting next to her. After a while also Duff and Slash came to visit. Soon Scarlet and Sam had to leave to work, they couldn't skip a day of work, their boss would probably kill them otherwise. ”Jon, you should go home as well,” Sam said and looked at Jon, concerned. ”You're ill, you have fever and everything. Amy's gonna become sick soon too because of you.” ”No, i'm staying here with her, i have to –,” Jon started but Scarlet interrupted him. ”No, you have to rest. She's fine, okay? She just needs to rest, she can go back home in no time, okay? The guys will take care of her now, you've been here all night,” Scarlet stated seriously and raised her eyebrows. It took a while but finally Jon agreed with Scarlet and left. Duff and Slash couldn't stay any longer, they were both vomiting all the time and Izzy and Steven had to keep their long hair away from their faces so that those wouldn't be in puke either. I sat next to Amy and eventually i was left alone when also Duff, Slash, Steven and Izzy left, asking if i was fine alone with her. --- Amy's POV I opened my eyes and still felt pain on my body. I looked around me for a while until noticed Axl sitting next to me on a chair, asleep and squeezing my hand. When i moved a bit to get a better position on the hospital bed, Axl immediately woke up and focused his gaze on me. ”You're awake, thank god!” he exclaimed and got up to hug me tightly. I tried to hug him back but then winced when he hugged me too tightly, hurting my ribs. He noticed it and let me go, apologizing. ”You scared the hell out of me,” he said with a bit shaking voice. ”Don't ever too that again, okay? Promise.” I smiled a little. ”I'm fine, Axl. A bit damaged but i'm fine,” i said reassuring him but he still looked at me very concerned and took a deep breath. ”Look, i promise to be more careful from now on. Okay?” ”Okay,” he whispered and tried to calm down again. We chatted for a while about random things and i tried not to laugh too much but it became impossible. ”I was supposed to spend Valentine's Day with Jon today but then this happened and he became sick,” i told him and shook my head. ”He's leaving on their tour in a bit over a week so it would have been great to get to spend time with him as much as possible,” i said and sighed, shrugging, until brought my eyes back on Axl's eyes, smiling. ”But you're good company as well. Don't you have better things to do though?” i asked. He furrowed his eyebrows but then chuckled. ”Nothing is more important than you right now,” he said smiling and squeezed my bruised hand again. ”I can't leave you alone, i’d never want to.” His words made me smile widely and he was about to say something else too but then a knock on the door interrupted us. The door opened and a man came in. ”Amy and Axl? Am i in the right room?” he asked and we nodded confused. ”Some guy named Izzy told me to bring these for you,” he continued and gave us bunch of different movies, chocolate, popcorns and two pizzas which smelled extremely delicious. ”And these are for you, Jon sent them,” the man said and gave me bunch of lilies. ”What, why?” i asked and took the flowers on my hands and smelled them. They were so beautiful. There was also note on them which said ”try to recover soon, babe. Love you!” and had a heart on it, it really warmed my heart. There was also a note on one of the movies' cover and Axl read it. ”What does it say?” i asked him curiously and by now the man was already gone. ”I bought you pizzas so you, and especially Amy, won't starve because hospital food is shit – i've been there. And i also rented you some movies so you won't bore yourself to death there. Have fun. -Izzy,” Axl read outloud. ”Aw, that's so nice of him. What movies did he rent for us?” i asked. Axl put the note away and showed me the movies. There were five of them and we had still basically all day time to watch them all, it wouldn't get boring at all. ”There's two action movies, two horror movies and some romantic comedy,” Axl said and let me read the back covers of each movie. ”Wow, atleast they seem great,” i said surprised. ”Let's watch this,” i suggested and offered Axl the first action movie. He nodded and we took all the stuff with us to find some empty room we could use where's a tv. We had seen one here before. My leg was broken though so i needed to take a wheelchair to get there, i felt so helpless when Axl was pushing me forward in the hospital corridors. We sat on the couch and Axl went to put the movie in the tv and then came to sit next to me. ”I wonder if the pizza is cold already,” i chuckled and took a bite when the movie started playing. ”I'm surprised Izzy remembers what's my favorite. Last time he bought one with pineapples it was horrible,” he laughed but i turned to look at him fire in my eyes. He noticed the look on my face. ”Oh my god, don't say you're one of those fuckers who eat pizza with pineapples.” ”Hey, you can't eat pizza without them what the fuck. Pineapples are great,” i stated but he scoffed, pretending to look hurt. ”Well that's a huge lie, what the hell, woman.” Our argument didn't last for long and finally we decided to concentrate on the movie. We watched the rest of the movies as well. One of the horror movies was so bad that it felt more like a shitty comedy and we couldn't stop laughing. The other horror movie was the opposite, it was great and scary as hell and Axl just laughed every time when i became scared of some scene and hid under the blanket which we shared together. In some point we had eaten all the chocolate we had and i tried to make Axl to go to the store to buy more but he said it was already enough. We still had a little popcorns left though. The last movie we watched was the romantic comedy one. I wasn’t very into to romantic movies etc and that stuff you know and neither was Axl but we decided to try if it was atleast alright. ”Axl, can i ask you a question?” i asked suddenly in the middle of the movie and looked at him, furrowing my brows. He looked at me back, a bit concerned about the expression on my face. He nodded which was a sign for me to continue. ”Do you love me? You said last night that you loved me. Is it true?” He was quiet for some time and just looked at me, a bit shocked to be honest and unsure what he should answer. ”Pfft of course i love you, what kind of question is that?” Axl said, chuckling nervously. ”Yeah, you're like a sister to me.” He looked quickly away from me for a moment and didn't say anything for a while. ”Oh. Okay,” i answered, kind of disappointed actually which was weird. He turned to face me again. ”Look, i've done some crazy shit when i've been drunk,” he said, his hands shaking. ”Once i decided with Izzy to adopt a baby together,” he said chuckling and it made me chuckle. Yeah, i've heard that already before though. Izzy's great as well when he's drunk. But I don't know why but his words hurt me a bit. Did i love him? Oh, please, woman. No, of course not, you loved Jon. And if i did for some reason have feelings for Axl, it was just a little crush. I'm sure about that. Atleast i hope so. I couldn't just ruin our friendship and especially my relationship with Jon. He's such a nice guy and i couldn't just leave him like that. I'm sure this feeling will fade away soon.

[moonlight-at-dawn]

My Strength Lies In You || Chapter 6

Fandom: Final Fantasy XV Title: My Strength Lies in You Chapter: 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 (Eventual) Pairing: Noctuna (Noctis Lucis Caelum x Lunafreya Nox Fleuret) Characters: Noctis Lucis Caelum, Lunafreya Nox Fleuret, Gladiolus Amicitia, Ignis Scientia, Prompto Argentum Rating: T Genre: Friendship, Romance (slow burn, maybe?) Summary: Noctis has come of age, and he embarks on a journey to see more of his country and of the world alongside his four closest friends. Wherever they go, they protect the people, fight monsters and daemons, and heal the Starscourge. AU where Noctis isn’t the Chosen King and there’s no war with the Empire. Author’s Note: If I thought I was sorry last time for how long it took.... lol. Thanks for being patient as I struggled through this. Here’s hoping the next chapter won’t be nearly so painful to write *crosses fingers*

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"Fresh air!" Prompto shouted, opening his arms wide as he took in the sky.

Everyone was exhausted as they came up from the mines where they had barely escaped with their lives. After Keycatrich, they hadn't thought there would be as much trouble in the next underground area they found, and for the most part it really had not been so bad.

And then a daemon that resembled a samurai of yore had attacked and thrown them off a catwalk and into a hoard of goblins.

After the attack and fall, the fight had been far more of a struggle than it should have been, and they had needed Luna to heal both Gladio and Noctis before making their escape from the mines. They had expected to spend much more time in the mines than they had, and it was still the early afternoon. Slowly making their way back to the car, Noctis frowned as a large rain drop landed on his shoulder, drawing his attention upwards. The storm that had been on the horizon had moved in much faster than he'd thought it would.

Looking out at Longwythe below them, Noctis hesitated just a moment before he climbed in the car after Luna while Gladio called to him to hurry up. "Let's just head down to Galdin Quay now," he told Ignis.

"But we haven't actually been in the town yet," Luna protested, confused as to why they would skip it.

"It's not too far, we can come back for it."

"I don't mind," Ignis spoke up, glancing in the rear view mirror at them before he turned south on the road to do as Noctis had asked, "but why?"

"I bet he just doesn't want to sleep in another dingy hotel," Gladio shook his head, smirking faintly.

"Damn right I don't," Noct grumbled, leaning against the door and looking out the window as the rain now poured down. "I'm sore, I'm gross, and I want to sleep in a good bed and get some room service. Problem?"

"Nope!" Prompto chimed, turning around to grin back at them. "I'm excited to check it out, normally I'd never get to see a place like this...!"

"The Quayside Cradle hotel is supposed to be quite grand and exquisite. It's my understanding that they have a handful of luxury suites as well. Should I ask after those, Noct?" Ignis inquired.

"Up to Luna, depends on how close she wants to be to a bunch of guys."

Luna laughed softly at the teasing way he put it, and she smiled, "I have no problems with that. In fact, it sounds nice."

"Right then. Ignis, go ahead and just book the nicest suite that'll accommodate us. For a few days."

"Woah, how long we talking?" Gladio asked, now serious in the way he questioned Noctis.

Frowning at his tone, Noctis shot him a grumpy look, "Like I just said, we're not far from that town back there, and I want to be comfortable. If there's not much to keep us busy at Galdin Quay, we'll come back up and work out of Longwythe and retire to Galdin."

"Alright. So long's you aren't planning on slacking."

"Not for that long. But I do intend to get some good quality slacking in there. It's a beach resort, after all."

"And it's raining."

"Woah! And too bad, too, I bet I could get some amazing pictures from here!" Prompto shouted, trying to snap a few photos, but the shore was on the other side of Ignis. "I definitely need a chance to take some photos there when the weather is better," he added, settling down now that they had begun a winding descent down to the coast.

A few minutes later, they slowly rolled by a small strip of buildings, shops and cheaper places to rest or grab a bite to eat when at the beach. The closer they got to the shore, the classier the businesses became, and they pulled into the large lot that served both the resort hotel and for public access to the beaches. With the rain coming down, it was impossible to take a guess at what the place might be like on a normal day, but it seemed quiet in a way that suited it and felt like its natural state.

Ignis grabbed his umbrella and went on ahead to set up the reservations. They were thankfully under a carport, keeping dry though chilled by wind as they grabbed their bags from the trunk. A bellhop from the hotel came over with a luggage cart draped with plastic, and he loaded up their bags for them, ushering them ahead. With only two umbrellas between the four of them, Noctis and Luna shared one, while Prompto tried to fit under one with Gladio without much success. Once they were all in the lobby and out of the rain, Gladio made sure to tip the man well and Luna thanked him graciously.

Waiting for Ignis to finish at the counter, they stayed out of the way, trying not to attract any attention. He came to them a few minutes later with the card keys for each of them. Once they were in the elevator, he handed them out and explained, "The suite has three bedrooms. Two of them have king beds and are attached to their own private bathrooms. The third bedroom has two full size beds, and the couch in the sitting room is a fold out, so everyone has their own place to sleep."

"Score!" Prompto cheered.

"I booked it under the assumption that Noct and Lunafreya would each take the main bedrooms. The three of us can decide who gets the couch."

"I'll take it," Gladio spoke up with a shrug as they walked up to their door.

Ignis let them in, standing aside as they each stepped in, their luggage following with the bellhop who had first helped them outside. Once they were all in, Ignis looked around and continued, "Then there's a third bathroom for the rest of us, of course."

Prompto whistled in awe, walking around the small kitchen that hadn't been mentioned, "Next you're gonna tell me there's a hot tub in this room, too."

"No. However, because this is one of their top tier suites, it comes with access to their top tier amenities. There's a separate spa and sauna just for guests in this wing."

"I don't think I'll ever get used to this high class lifestyle..."

Noctis shook his head and shrugged. He had been the one who insisted on the comfort this time, but the extra amenities didn't matter that much to him. All he really wanted was to be able to stretch his legs and to sleep on a mattress that didn't feel stuffed with rocks. Walking over to the dining table, he sat sideways in a chair and opened up the binder containing the room service menu, calling out, "Luna, you should pick whatever room has the better view. I'll be keeping my curtains closed."

"Alright, Noctis."

"And write down what you want for lunch before you go wash up," he added absently. She nodded to him, and everyone went about getting settled in and jotting down what they wanted to eat. While Prompto took the first shower, Ignis placed their order and Gladio set about making sure they were properly settled in, since they would be staying a few days.

Luna was just as glad for the reprieve as the others, and she took her sweet time cleaning up and caring for her hair and skin. The Leide region was so dry that she felt almost endlessly itchy thanks to the heat and dust in the air. Her hair was down as she let it sit with some product she had brought with her to bring moisture and health back to it. She wouldn't exactly say she was vain, but she had appearances to keep up and she liked to look nice even without the reasons, it was just no tragedy if she didn't.

Rubbing lotion over her skin, she hummed a soft melody to herself. When she finished where she could reach, she got up and pulled a robe on, opening up the door and poking her head outside. The food still had yet to arrive, and Noctis was sitting on the couch playing on his phone, alone in the main room. "Noctis?"

"Huh? What's up?" he looked up, a blink and his lips pressed tight together the only reaction he gave to her appearance.

"Would you help me to put lotion on my back?"

He hesitated, almost dropped his phone when his fingers twitched, and then he caught himself and nodded, "Ah, alright...?"

She smiled to him and nodded, stepping aside so he could join her in her room. "I'm sorry to ask you, Noctis. If you're uncomfortable, perhaps I should ask Ignis instead?"

"I'm fine," he answered a little too quickly.

She had suggested Ignis simply because he had long held a role of caretaker, but Noctis was the one she was most comfortable with, and she was glad that he agreed. Pulling her hair over her shoulder, she clutched the front of her robe closed while pulling an arm from a sleeve to bare her back to him. She peeked over her shoulder when she felt his hand pull away just before touching to her skin, his voice whispering a curse. "What's wrong?"

"Nothing, sorry. I just realized it would be cold so I tried to warm it up, and my hands soaked up most of it... Sorry..."

She giggled quietly at that and shook her head. "It's alright. You must need it, too."

"Guess so," he mumbled, and set to work. His hand was timid on her back, but he was thorough, and she felt calm under his touch.

Sighing softly when his hand pulled away and she heard him closing up the jar, she slipped her arm back in the sleeve and got up to duck behind a changing screen. "This hotel has a place to get massages, right?"

"Uh? Yeah," Noctis answered, having been about to leave until she had spoken. "I'm gonna check out the hot tub a bit after lunch, myself."

"That does sound nice, but I didn't bring a bathing suit with me...," she stepped back out, wearing a long and elegant sundress, a dark blue in color with pale flowers, a far different sort of outfit than she would usually wear.

"You didn't pack an umbrella, you didn't pack a bathing suit...," Noctis smirked, shaking his head and tsking her softly.

She pouted at the tease, "Those are for leisure time, I didn't pack anything for that."

"How do you plan on keeping dry if we're hiking in the rain?"

"I have a poncho," she stated matter-of-factly, lifting her chin defiantly though her eyes danced with humor. "A large, drab poncho that keeps me dry and my hands free. How will you stay dry and fight at the same time, Prince Noctis?"

He raised his arms in surrender, laughing, "Alright, alright, you got me there. After lunch, why don't we go check out the shops, get you a bathing suit so you can enjoy that hot tub. And hopefully the beach before we leave, too."

"We'll see if they have a poncho for you, as well," she added with a wicked grin. Covering her mouth as she giggled softly, she shook her head at him and reached out to pat his arm as he pouted at her. "Thank you, Noctis. And until then, I think it's time I write some letters home. Who knows when we'll next have as much time?"

"Makes sense. Speaking of doing some writing... You have our notebook, right?"

"Of course," she smiled, and she opened up one of her packs to pull out a slim box. Pulling off the top, she set some stationary out on the table for herself, and she held their notebook out to him.

"Thanks. I'll give it back when I'm done."

"No rush. It's yours as well as mine, Noctis."

He grinned at that and pointed at the box she had pulled it from, "And you're a lot better at keeping things safe than I am."

"...When you put it that way. I'll be sure you give it back before we check out of the hotel, at the very least."

Chuckling at the jab he had invited, he nodded to her and left her to her letter writing. Back in his room, he sat down at the desk, testing a pen on the hotel-provided notepad before he would commit to using it in the precious notebook. Satisfied, he flipped through, smiling at the memories he peeked at as he leisurely flipped through to the most recent pages. Smoothing his fingertips over the heavy grain of expensive paper, he smiled at the birthday note he found etched below the last message he had written to her before she had come to Lucis for everything. Luna had signed it with a series of stickers, a cat, a car, a chocobo, and a few hearts screened with flowers.

He smiled warmly at the note, the pride she expressed in him as he continued growing into his role. And it was just that role that he wanted to begin to write about. Taking in a breath, he tapped the pen against the scrap paper, leaving small flecks of ink as he thought on how to express himself, wanting to tell her about the shared memories and emotions he experienced when taking in his ancestors' weapons, and how it made him think so much on what kind of legacy he might leave behind.

//Tenebrae - ME 744//

"To crown the King of Light is the calling of the Crystal."

Noctis watched her face closely as Luna answered his questions about the Cosmogony. She had such pride shining in her light blue eyes, and he couldn't help but to smile in return and to feel some of that pride as well. "But we don't know when that will be, right?"

"That is correct. It could be you, or one of your children, grandchildren, or so far down the line that it's too difficult to say," she giggled quietly, holding her hands out with her palms up to show how little they really knew about the timeline. "But one day, one of the kings of Lucis will cleanse Eos of the Starscourge with the power of the Crystal and the Lucii."

"And that's why my dad is protecting it."

"And one day, that duty will fall to you. It will be up to you to see to the safety of the Crystal, to heed its advice, to know when to use its power..."

"The way you talk about the Crystal, it's almost like it's alive." He looked at her curiously, rubbing his leg absently as pain throbbed in his thigh, radiating down his knee and up his hip and back.

Luna smiled at him and set the book aside with care before hopping off the bed to kneel beside him and rub his leg. She didn't yet have a grasp on her magic to use it to heal him, but she was trained in other ways of healing. Her mother insisted that it was bad to rely on magic for everything, and she agreed, and now she was grateful for it as she could help her young and newfound friend in between his healing sessions with Sylva.

"Do you think the Crystal is sad, in Insomnia?" he spoke suddenly, surprising her with his words.

"What, what do you mean, Noctis?"

He turned to look out the large windows and she followed his gaze curiously. "There's so much life here, in Tenebrae. The grass, the trees, the flowers. There's birds, and bugs, and the wind is always moving. But Insomnia is all concrete and wires. It's people crowded together, and cars everywhere. There's hardly any wild animals, the wind can't move through all the buildings, it's... so different. The Crystal is supposed to help life, but it doesn't get to see it..."

Luna stared up at him in wonder. Thinking on her response, she gave herself time by shifting focus back to giving his leg its proper massage. He winced and hissed with pain, but otherwise he bore through it, and relief came not long after she finished and sat back beside him on the edge of the bed. "I'm so happy to hear you say that, Noctis..."

"Eh? Well, I mean, you did just say, it's my job to protect and care for it, right?"

"That's right. Perhaps you should ask it when you're back in Lucis."

"Ask it?"

"Yes. The Crystal can commune with the Kings of Lucis. But, until you wear the ring, it may not speak to you."

"I'll still try!" he promised her earnestly. "When I'm better, and back home, that's the first thing I'll do. I'll go see the Crystal, and ask how it's doing."

Luna giggled quietly at his conviction and nodded happily. "Thank you, Noctis! It means so much to me." He returned her smile, but she could see some confusion in his eyes. Without waiting for him to ask, she explained, "The Crystal is the last connection that we truly have with the Draconian, Bahamut. It may even be the last of his life force. Caring for the Crystal, it could be seen as the same as caring for Bahamut. As Oracle, I will be the connection between humanity and the Astrals. It's my calling to tell the Astrals of our will, but also to hear theirs, to aid them if they ever have our need. But I cannot do anything for Bahamut, where he is. That duty, falls to you and to yours."

Noctis took in her words with a grave expression, feeling the importance of it all. While he knew so many pieces of the history and their duties, it wasn't until Luna began reading the Cosmogony with him that he understood faith and the depth of their responsibilities, and how far spread their influence truly was. He nodded to her, and he flashed a confident smile, "Don't worry, Luna. I won't let you down. No matter what, I'll make sure it's taken care of."

She gave him a warm smile, her face beaming with gratitude, "Thank you, Noctis!"

//Present Day - ME 756 //

Noctis leaned against the wall of the elevator, his chin dropping to his chest as he yawned widely and drew Luna's attention. Grinning at her as she tried so hard to stifle a yawn, he saw the tightness of her jaw and the way her chest held tight as she struggled not to let it out. She shot him a dirty look when he laughed, and her expression quickly melted into a smile and a quiet giggle. They stepped out of the elevator and into the hotel lobby, deciding to give the gift shop a good look before venturing into the heavy rain.

"Did you finish your letters home?" Noctis asked curiously.

Luna shook her head and she shrugged, "No, but you have been quite clear that we'll be spending a few days here. I figure I ought to be able to get them done before we move on."

"Yeah. Will it be Umbra or Pryna, you think? Or you gonna put the letters in the post like common folk?"

She laughed softly at the question and realized she wasn't sure of the answer. "I suppose we'll find out, won't we? If no one is available before we leave here, though, then I will simply put them in the post. No sense in waiting on them if they're busy. They probably have more important things to do."

"Makes sense," he shrugged. Hands in his pockets, he looked around the gift shop and realized they had wandered around the whole of the small store and hadn't seen anything worth even a closer look. Shaking his head, he raised his arm, small umbrella dangling from his wrist by a thin strap, "Guess this is a bust. Shall we?"

"It seems so, if I want it for today. I hope at least the wind has died down, but being by the ocean, I won't hold my breath..."

"Same here," Noct chuckled as the two left the small shop. Walking past the restaurant and registration counter, they could hear the wind and rain beating against the drawn shutters. Ordinarily the hotel would be wide open for the view and fresh air, but with such a heavy storm, they closed everything up for safety. Stepping out from the main shelter, the wind sent rain to them even so far under cover as they were, and Luna wrapped her arms around herself, pouting as her long hair whipped around and in front of her face.

All of that madness, and there were a few people out and about with umbrellas just as they intended to be, and she glared at them as she realized they made it so she wouldn't be able to complain and go back inside.

Noctis had no such cares when it came to voicing complaints, and even as he was opening up the umbrella, he sighed, "I really hate rain..."

"Perhaps we shouldn't worry about it today, after all, then?"

He shrugged, setting the umbrella against his shoulder to cover them both, "We're here, we might as well. Then we can go back in and relax."

"You're very keen on getting me into a swimsuit, aren't you?"

"I'm keen on getting you to lighten up and mix some fun with your work," he shot back with a smirk that didn't fully cover his embarrassment. "No reason we can't enjoy the world as we explore it, right?"

"I suppose not," she teased.

They stuck close, their sides pressed tight together as they huddled under the umbrella for warmth and trying to stay dry. Walking as quickly as they dared on the slippery dock, Noctis glanced down at Luna, her arms wrapped around her chest as she was hardly dressed for the weather. Then again, neither was he, with only a short sleeve shirt and pair of jeans. "Sorry!" he called out a bit loudly to be heard over the wind and rain as it roared over the dock, seeming much heavier than he thought it was when they had stood just outside the hotel. "If I had a coat, I'd give it to you!"

She tilted her head to look up at him with a wry smile, "We should have stopped back at the room!"

"Then you could wear that sexy poncho," Noctis laughed as he recalled her way of describing it.

"It would hardly go with my dress!" she complained with a smirk.

He laughed and shook his head with comic disappointment, "No umbrella at all but you refuse to wear your poncho with your dress...!"

"Packing for long trips is very complicated!"

"Is it? Never noticed."

She pouted at him, her cheeks puffed out, and he knew he was in trouble. Luna set her hand daintily just above his on the umbrella, and with a flash of an impish smile, she snatched it out of his grip and took off running. She laughed as she ran, taking care her heels while heading towards the parking lot and shops.

"Ah! Luna!? Hey! Get back here!" Noctis shouted after her. He set off after her, his heavy steps sending water splashing back up and soaking his ankles. He wasn't trying seriously to catch up as she led them to one of the shops, and once inside, he yanked the umbrella back with a huff and shook it out. "Now I'm soaked...," he whined.

She giggled at his poor attempt to seem angry, his lips still curled up in a smirk. "We were soaked before."

"Not this bad," he sighed dramatically and shook out his arms. Looking back over his shoulder out the glass door, he shook his head, "It looks bad now, but I swear it didn't look so bad before we started walking on the dock."

"Perhaps Ramuh is playing tricks on us," Luna laughed softly, rubbing her arms dry and warm.

He shot her a grin and rubbed the back of his neck, "He's napping somewhere closeby, isn't he? Guess that might not be too far off."

She giggled at that and tapped her lips teasingly, as if to say her lips spoke only truths and secrets. His grin broadened at her playful vibe, and he felt a pang of longing when she turned away to browse the shop. Shaking his head to clear it, he huffed at himself before walking after her to help the search for the bathing suit.

[evilisk-played]

DQH2 Speedrun Commentary Part 01: Tutorial Section / First Trip to Accordia

(Covered in this part: the prologue fight, the tutorial fight, the Battle for Harba, the Night Clubber fight, the first open world segment, the Bandit fight and the first trip to Accordia)

Pick Your Hero (00:00)

Before the game starts, you have to make a choice: do you pick Lazarel or Teresa as your main character? 

If you’re speedrunning the game, Lazarel should be your choice.

In regular gameplay, this choice doesn’t matter at all (there are no drastically different story sections depending on who you pick, and both characters are functionally the same).

In a speedrun, Lazarel has *enough* of an advantage over Teresa in the tutorial section of the game that he’s the better pick. In the tutorial, you’re stuck with both characters’ starting weapons, and of the two options, the Twin Swords is better to have. It’s better almost purely because of its higher DPS compared to the Sword and Shield, though the moveset also has a bunch of extra time saving tricks too.

System Settings (00:10)

I made a stupid mistake here. Please, please, please make sure you switch “Coup de Grace Cutscenes” to Off. It’s a speedrun, it should be obvious that you’ll want to save time anywhere you can.

Online Settings (00:15)

Turn Online Features to off. Seriously, don’t have it on. Unless you’re going for an “Online Feature on” run, don’t leave it on. It’s cheating otherwise (because of the daily boosts like “extra gold when killing enemies” or “extra XP when killing enemies”)

Control Method (00:16)

Don’t pick quick lol

Camera Settings (00:17)

It is very, very important to put [Camera] Distance to 3. The default camera in Dragon Quest Heroes 2 (and also Dragon Quest Heroes 1) is unbearably close and also makes it hard to notice your surroundings.

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Before I talk about gameplay, it’s important to note that in Dragon Quest Heroes 2, you can make dialogue come out faster by pressing circle and / or down on your d-pad. You can also skip cutscenes (if applicable) by pressing the start button. Keep these in mind, there is a lot of dialogue and cutscenes to be skipped in this game.

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Knight Terror (00:35)

Right off the bat, you can do me using some “Attack > Dodge > Attack > Dodge” loop with Lazarel. This is one of the perks of having the Twin Swords moveset. I think the slash attack is called “Attack 2″ in-game but we will be referring to it “C1″ (like in MUsou games).

Anyway, this “C1 > dodge loop” is a big time saving trick in Dragon Quest Heroes 2. When you’re in battle (or “unsheathed”) your movement speed is much slower than if you’re running, unfortunately, though you can’t run if you’re unsheathed. This loop with Twin Swords!Lazarel is one of the ways you can make yourself move faster during battles (though TS!L is not the only character with their own movement trick).

On to the actual gameplay: all you need to do to clear this section is kill the Knight. The best way to do this is like in the video: use the dodge loop to get close, then go C1 > cancel into attack 1 string > C3 > C1

C3 is that string where Lazarel thrusts a whole bunch of times. All you have to do is move to the boss’ right side while doing this attack string. Attacking this way forces the boss to constantly shuffle towards you (if you attack it head on, it won’t shuffle and will instead try to attack you). Do this until the boss is stunned, then wail on the boss again. That’s all there is to it.

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Basic Training With Captain Healix (01:20)

This section is pretty self-explanatory, so I’m just gonna use this section to talk about a few things I’ve tested in this part of the game.

First off, until you follow all of Healix’ instructions, your tension gain will be very slow. Your tension gain is also capped off at about 60% until you’ve followed all of Healix’s instructions. Also, during the portion where you have to use special attacks, you can cancel Multislash into Cold Fission into Multislash over and over and over. The game will give you infinite MP for that part (though the game will also not proceed until you’ve stopped using skills).

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Baptism of Fire Part 1 (03:16)

During the first section of the fight, I don’t use the full Attack 1 string for Lazarel. I do this because doing the full string pushes enemies away from you, and doing this actively wastes time (you need to be building up tension and killing enemies to progress the section). Generally, I like to go straight into the wave in the middle, and then use Cold Fission on goons that appear from the sides. 

When you get a certain amount of Tension, you’ll activate an exchange that can’t be skipped (at around 03:51). Until that conversation is done, you can’t get max tension (which is what’s needed to progress to the next section. So if you’re near max already, don’t bother killing anything else. Wait near the gate, wait for the exchange and then once it’s done, build up that final 1%

Baptism of Fire Part 2 (04:16)

...I didn’t follow my own advice about being at the gate, but whatever. As soon as the cutscene is skipped, go immediately into High Tension, skip through the text and then immediately activate your Coup de Grace. If you’ve been paying attention, you’ll realize that the Coup de Grace animation played out in full; this is because the Coup de Grace option works as “the first time it activates, it shows the full cutscene; every other instance gives you a shortened version.

As soon as the Coup de Grace lands, you’re just waiting for the forced dialogue. At this point, I like to charge up Lazarel. To time this perfectly, you want to start charging around the point the soldier says “And most of the townspeople have been evacuated to safety!” (at around 4:54). This charge will help build a little extra tension for the next part.

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Welcome to the Club! (05:03)

While I messed up a bunch here, this boss fight ain’t exactly fast when you’re doing it “properly” either. I’m not gonna bother explaining all the bosses’ tells, because we’d be here forever if we did, and if you’re serious about running this game, you’ll learn pretty quickly how to fight this guy (since you fight recolours of this two other times). 

What I’ll mention is Multithrust’s super armour properties. You’ll notice a bunch of points where I’m not being staggered by the boss’ attacks, even though I’m clearly taking damage, that’s because Multithrust lets you tank hits while its animation is playing out. It doesn’t work on all of this bosses attacks (like for the butt stomp > shockwave attack, or the boss’ ground pummel that stuns you) and it’s also not ideal for all bosses (never do this against bosses with multi-hitting attacks, it’s a very fast way to die), but it’s a trick I use against this boss since you don’t have much options.

The only things worth mentioning are: make sure you have some MP leftover before you activate High Tension. Your Coup de Grace is gonna stun the boss, and having extra MP for extra damage is a smart idea. Also don’t die against this boss. You’ll have to replay this section AND the previous one if you do.

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Greena Pastures (08:25)

Please, please make sure you activate the Zoomstone. I do it here, but I accidentally forgot to do it in one run, and I had to redo that run. Don’t be an idiot (like me)

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Bandits (09:19)

I feel this fight is pretty self-explanatory. Use that “C1 dodge loop” I explained earlier to get to the bushes and attack enemies before they can come out. Use Cold Fission if you have to, but for sake of getting a good time, you NEED to make sure you pre-emptively kill all of them.

 It’s worth noting that I was not slow at around 09:55; the game forces you to fight one of the two potential encounters, no matter how fast you are. I went for the leftmost bush, which forced me to fight the middle one. I’ve tried doing the reverse (middle first, left second) but you always have to fight one of those.

At 10:45, you see me at the perfect angle for seeing all of the bushes (it’s the angle where you can always see up to three bushes on screen at once). 

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Bonus Ball Path (11:19)

So at around this time, you’ll notice me make a detour. This is *technically* slower than going straight for the gate. However, I found that making this detour is honestly kind of worth it. Following that path, you get a Bonus Ball (which is an item that doubles EXP for a short amount of time). Let me just say right now that you *absolutely* need it. In this speedrun, you’ll be severely under-leveled after a point, and having a Bonus Ball for that point is definitely worthwhile.

I will say though, even though Bonus Balls *are* worth it, I haven’t looked into the locations of these Balls enough, so there might be less out-of-the-way Bonus Balls to get (I know that there’s a chest with a Bonus Ball during a required segment of the Frozen Foothills).

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Accordia - Achievements Place (13:27)

So there’s a place that gives you Mini Medals for achievements you complete. While it’s mandatory now, it’s not a place you’re ever forced to revisit later. I actually think it’s worth going back to for a few sections (like a certain area with Four Boss Fights). In that same building is a Vendor how accepts Mini Medals (though they’re not present here), a Knight who rewards you for numbers of enemies killed, and a Knight with an ongoing quest / route. On the first visit, the Route Knight gives you an Orb that increases your stats. He gives other items but aside from that first item, I’ve never explored his giveaways in a speedrun.

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[douchebagbrainwaves]

STARTUPS AND DAMAGE

Small things can be perfect; big ones always have something wrong with them. To make something good, even for idiots.1 As an angel, you have to pick startups before they've got a hit—either because they've made something great but users don't realize it yet, like Google early on, to seek jobs that let you do many different things, so you can learn faster what various kinds of work. Saying that taste is just personal preference is a good way to learn. I know. By then it's too late for angels. This kind of focus is very valuable, actually. The more willful you are, and how easily they can become collateral damage of laws meant to fix some other problem. But now that technology has recovered from the last bust, we can spring on the world a stream of new startups? If it is possible to make yourself into a great hacker how good he is, he's almost certain to reply, why didn't you?2 I heard this, I thought he was a complete idiot.

And if they're driven to such empty forms of complaint, that means you've probably done something good. If you're an outsider, your best chances for beating insiders are obviously in fields where corrupt tests select a lame elite. The leaders have a little more power than other members of the tribe, but they can't have looked good on paper.3 Determination implies your willfulness is balanced by discipline. Mostly because of the normal distribution of most applicant pools, it matters least to judge accurately in precisely the cases where judgement has the most effect—you won't take rejection so personally.4 But there is a way to evade the grip of fashion. The trouble is, it's not true.

It was a picture of an AS400, and the truth turned out to be easier than deciding what you like. What saves you from being mistreated in future rounds, usually, is that they understand the cost. I went to look at the people who've done great things. I've seen it burn off. If you're friends with a lot of investors and founders, they'll send deals your way. Business people in Silicon Valley significantly wider. Variation in wealth can be a sign of maturity. In math, every proof is timeless unless it contains a mistake. Obviously they were smart, but they must both squeeze equally or the seed spins off sideways. It was not till I was in high school and someone asked about my plans, I'd say that my first priority was to learn what the options were.

What could be more wonderful, they think, than to be a promising college applicant. Statues to be cast in bronze were modelled in wax. Of course the question of how to choose startups presumes you have startups to choose between something that's cheap, heavily marketed, and appealing in the long term it's to your advantage to be good, but it is telling how well this image has stuck. Producing junk food scales; producing fresh vegetables doesn't. So if you want to do on the maker's schedule? If you're not working hard, you're probably being too conservative.5 So if you're not.6 If you have an empty slot in your schedule, why not? The danger of symmetry, and repetition especially, is that you're bored.7 A huge step, admittedly, and one that other big technology companies will no doubt try to duplicate. There are already a bunch of kids with webcams can be than a front page controlled by editors, and how easily they can become collateral damage of laws meant to fix some other problem.8

That's barely enough time to get started is to bootstrap yourself off your existing connections, be a good angel investor? He was standing in Robert Morris's office babbling at him about something or other, and I suspect the human brain is just as lumpy and idiosyncratic as the human body. Someone has an idea for a new project, but this is actually an instance of a more general rule: don't learn things from teachers who are bad at them.9 But it probably wouldn't start to work properly till about age 22, because most people haven't had a big enough deal that it takes almost everyone by surprise, because those big social shifts always do.10 Some ideas are easy for people to grasp and some aren't. They produce new ideas; maybe the rest of the time adults were making you do things, and there seems to be vanishingly rare in the arts, you're less likely to start something ambitious in the morning. Distractions are bad for many types of work that depend more on talent are always more admirable. I think you should always do this when you can.11

Notes

But that's not as a result a lot like meaning. The more people you can skip the first type to. So it may not care; they just kill you—when you had small children pointed out an interesting trap founders fall into two categories: those where the second type to go to die.

That is where all the poorer countries. In practice it's more like a VC recently who said they wanted to start startups.

According to a car dealer. So how do they decide you're a YC startup you can, Jeff Byun mentions one reason not to have, however, and that he be spared.

Become less common for startups that have economic inequality. Mitch Kapor, is this someone you want to either. I write out loud at least seem to someone still implicitly operating on the proceeds of the political pressure against Airbnb than hotel companies.

Sam Altman wrote: After the war had been a time machine, how could I get attacked a lot of great ones. Chop onions and other vegetables and fry in oil, over fairly low heat, till onions are glassy. In theory you could beat the death-penalty in the body or header lines other than salaries that you decide the price, they may prefer to work your way.

Type A fundraising is the last they ever need. Free money to start software companies, like parents, truly believe they have to pass so slowly for them, but no more willing to provide when it's their own company.

But if you're not going to drunken parties.

Apple's products but their policies. I know of one investor who says he's interested in us! Reprinted in Bacon, Alan, Transgressing the Boundaries: Toward a Transformative Hermeneutics of Quantum Gravity, Social Text 46/47, pp.

But it's a problem later. Do College English Departments Come From?

This flattering distinction seems so natural to expand into casinos than software, because the illiquidity of progress puts them at the time it still seems to have suffered from having been corporate software for so long to send a million dollars in liquid assets are assumed to be able to distinguish between selecting a link and following it; all you'd need to learn. They could have tried to preserve their wealth by forbidding the export of gold or silver. The other reason they pay so well. Reprinted in Gray, Donald J.

An investor who for some reason, rather than admitting he preferred to work not just a few actual winners emerge with hyperlinear certainty.

Thanks to Hutch Fishman, Jessica Livingston, Geoff Ralston, and Olin Shivers for putting up with me.