#kinda sad I can’t wear the collar out in the open without getting weird looks

[tiredarts-alterhuman]

I got a new belt with cool silver inlays and it matches my collar ::D

I also made this pin out of an old bottle cap I found lying around in my hoard

[miyochan]

It could’ve been worse

Summary: This is the story of you and Dazai Osamu.

Warnings: angst, death, chronical illness, mention of suicide (its Dazai we are talking about)

You had to say, it could’ve been worse...

You just had an Job appointment and well, let’s just say to day hadn’t been your day. The top you were wearing was stained with your breakfast and you missed a step while walking to the top office of the building. With everything happening and the pain on your knees you did stutter a lot. Like a lot. At least the company was nice enough to decline you in a polite way. Simply saying you didn’t fit into the company image. Well, it could’ve been worse.

That was what you were thinking until you saw legs peeking out of the river. You just stared for a moment as the legs got further and further away in funny until you realised the situation. Shit. Someone was drowning and without a second thought you jumped into the river and pulled the person, who was way to heavy, out of the water and tried to catch your breath. After you could breath kinda normal again you checked on the person who was laying lifeless next to you. You shook his shoulders harshly and screamed over an over the words ´sir, wake up!´. Well yeah, that was until he shoot up and his head hit your head and made you fall back. Gosh, did your chin hurt. The person stretched a bit and you couldn’t believe the word that left his mouth next.

„Another failed attempt to leave this cruel world, huh. Anyways I just try again tomorrow with some stones bound around my ankle to keep me down, yes that must work.“

„Wha- You want to try again?!“

The man turned around to face you. You guess you heart skipped two or three beats. He was hot. The way the water dropped from his hair down his sharp jawline made your face heat up like crazy. He stared down at you curiously. The way you still held your bruised chin in an attempt to stop the pain that shoot trough your head and the way you were soaked to the bone.

„Ate you the one who stopped me from the sweet love of death?“

„NO! I’m the one who saved you from drowning but you’re welcome!“

You looked away annoyed that you risked your life to save a psychopath from his date with lady death. You looked back up when you felt your hand was taken away from your chin and started into the mans beautiful eyes which were now way to close.

„Such a beautiful woman like you would be a waste to die alone.“

´What did he just say? Are in danger? Is he dangerous? Didn’t you suffer enough today?

„My beautiful belladonna, would you commit a double suicide with me?“

´huh?´

´huuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuh!´

The way he was staring at you with so much hope made you feel so uncomfortable but you couldn’t say a word from the shook that was still clearly visible in your face. Now that you were thinking about it saying no could lead him to just killing you. So you decided to play along.

„I’m sorry but today won’t be possible since I still have an job appointment in three day’s but should I get declined again I would love to share my last moments with you, sir.“

He looked at you a bit surprised and than broke out into a fit of loud laughter but like the creepy kind of laughter that only people from organisations like the port mafia had. Before he could answer you a book was thrown his way and hit him with so much force in his way that he let go of your hand and fell to the side with a bump.

“DAZAI YOU BANDAGE WASTE OF A MANIAC COME BACK TO THE AGENCY NOW AND FINISH YOU WORK BEFORE I GIVE YOU THE MOST PAINFUL DEATH YOU CAN THINK ABOUT!”

‘Ah,so his name was Dazai. You turned to the side were the yell came from and saw a tall man with classes coming into the direction of you with an angry look on his face.

The man took dazai by the collar and screamed a bit more at him before turning to you and eyeing you up and down.

“Who is this?”

“This lovely belladonna stoppen my attempt by pulling me out of the river and said she would commit a double suicide if she doesn’t get the job she wants.”

The blond eyed you again and was about to scream at the brown haired again but you interrupted him.

“I’m sorry but who are you two?”

“This waste of bandage next me is-“

“Dazai Osamu, nice to meet you belladonna.”

The way he smiled at you with this beautiful dark brown eyes which seemed to glow a bit red and the way his brown wet looks sticked to his forehead was... gorgeous.

“And who are you, my flower?”

“I’m l/n y/n, nice to meet you too.”

And this is how you met the waste of bandage called Dazai Osamu.

—

“Osamu if you don’t do get down from my lap I will kick you down!”

“Buuuuuut belladonna I’m so bored and your lap is always so comfortable!”

“DAZAI MOVE YOU BANDAGED ASS AND DO YOUR WORK!”

And with that kunikida yanked him down from your lap and threw him in his office chair. You chuckled at his antics and finished the report from the last case.

It’s been a bit over two years since you met Dazai and started working at the agency with everybody else. Kunikida saw the wound on your chin and took you to Yosano so she could treat the wound. One thing got to another and you got the job at the agency. And you fell in love with your boyfriend Dazai Osamu. You didn’t even know how it happened but it happened. In this two years you learned a lot about the brown haired man.

You guess you fell for him when the both of you had to stay behind at the agency to finish some work. Kunikida forced him to do his work and you just had a few reports to do. He was so whiny and complained the whole time how much he hated paper work. You ignored most of it until he said an important sentence.

“Why do I have to do this dumb paperwork I would more like to drown myself with a lovely lady... huh...”

“Dazai, uhm why Dow you want to die so much?”

This was a risky question and you knew that but you had to ask. Maybe it was pity, maybe it was curiosity or maybe you were just bored like him.

“Why do you wanna know? Do you, do you maybe want to commit a-“

“No I don’t moron, I mean this question seriously!”

He looked you up and down and than deep into your eyes before he turned away from you and mumbled something. This was incredible unusual from him and your worried about him now.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t meant to ask that.”

There was a bit of silence before he spoke up.

“Why do you think living is worth it?”

This questing was unexpected. You started at your hands a bit searching for an answer that would satisfy him. You thought and thought before you realised that you don’t have to satisfy him. That is your answer.

“Well, I guess it could be worse...”

He turned around to look at you and saw your smiling face before you looked down again to type something in your computer.

“This was not why I expected from you... I thought you would say something deep like that you wish to live your dreams or something.”

“I know, but I won’t change my answer. Do what you want with this information.”

“You’re weird you know that, but I like this answer.”

You looked up to him and saw him writing something down on a piece of paper and slowly a small smile came to your face.

You both had this late night talks often since both of you were forced to stay behind to do work. You talked about many things, random and with a deep meaning. But Dazai never gave you much information about himself. You asked him a question and answered you with the same just different. You knew this but you didn’t mind. After some time he took you home after work, saying that he can’t have you die without him. You were often chatting while walking but sometimes there was just a comfortable silence.

You both got in a relationship in a more sad way. It’s been a year since you met dazai to that point and Kunikida forced you to pick him up and drag him to an important meeting. Of course you did as told and were confused when you found him at a cemetery. You walked towards him and looked down at his sitting form. He was leaning against a gravestone and smiled to himself.

“Kunikida told you to take me to the meeting, or? Well, I don’t want to.”

You stared down at him before you walked in front of him.

“Are you visiting a dear friend of yours?”

At this his eyes opened and starred into your light smiling face. He took a moment to think about your words before he spoke.

“Yes. His birthday is today.”

“I see... I’m gonna go now. Make sure to come home safe da-“

You couldn’t finish your sentence because that what was happening next was shocking you to the bone. Dazai hugged you. He hugged you tight. You were laying with your bake on the floor and Dazai on top of you, his face between your shoulder and neck.

“Don’t say anything, please.”

You never heard him say the work please. You careful lifted your arms and stroked trough his brown hair while your other arm carefully stroked his back. You said nothing for a few minutes and just held him.

“Tell me... tell me about him, your friend.”

Dazai flinched a bit at your words but started talking about the man that was his only true friend. You listened closely to what he was saying and felt him relax in your arms. This is the moment the both of you fell in love and you became is safe place. The both of you became a couple after that day.

You learned a lot about him. That he like it to be held, to feel welcome. That he hated spicy food but still ate it whenever you wanted too. That he hated waking up early but did it when you told him that he can cuddle you the whole evening. That he liked the sound of your voice more than the sound of his favourite song. That he would read to you whenever you couldn’t sleep. But most importantly you learned that Dazai Osamu wanted to live. He wanted to live with you. He even stole your life quote. When you were stressed or angry he always told you “it could be worse”.

—

“Y/N I’m done with my work! Can we go home now? I want to cuddle and we can order some takeout!”

You let out a light chuckle when he brought you away from your thoughts. He was adorable.

“Of course we can, just let finish this and we can go in 5 minutes, okay?”

He nodded and turned back to say something to Atsushi who was absolutely done with Dazai’s antics.

You smiled to yourself before standing up but you were suddenly feeling dizzy and you felt a pain trough your complete body. You must have key out a scream because everybody was with you now. The last thing you remember was Dazai’s worried face and someone screaming your name.

—

You woke up to a bright white light shining directly in your face. You closed your eyes again and let out a few curses before opening them careful again. You could hear people talking. You tried to look around, gosh your body felt so heavy. You saw a.. a doctor and on the other side Dazai who looked as if someone told him a horror story. Dazai noticed you were awake and hugged you immediately. You careful lifted your arm to stroke his head. You knew it always calmed him down.

“What’s wrong Osamu? Are you okay? You looke pale...”

He just watched you with a worried expression.

“L/N, I’m your doctor. Do you remember anything before you came here?”

“I... I felt dizzy and everything hurt...”

“I have bad news for you l/n. We were doing a few test with you because we thought you have a heart attack but... you have cancer. I’m sorry.”

Oh.

“Is it bad?”

“Yes. We think you have around 3 to 5 months. A chemotherapy won’t do anything anymore. We don’t know how no doctor found out earlier. We’re so sorry.”

You were quit for a moment. You were shocked that the doctors didn’t found out earlier but that can’t be changed anymore. You focused back on Dazai who wasn’t letting you go.

“I see.. could you please leave us alone for a bit?”

“Of course.”

And with that the doctor left you and Dazai alone. You wanted to speak but he started first.

“I already talked wit Yosano, she can’t help you. The doctor told me a few hours ago... I couldn’t believe then at first I-I don’t know what todo! You can’t leave me, please don’t leave me please-“

He was shout up with a kiss. You wiped a way the tears that escaped his eyes. You never saw him crying. You gave him that beautiful smile again he fell in love with.

“You know... it could be worse”

“What!? How could this be worse you are going to-“

“Im still here, aren’t I? I’m glad that I can see you again and spend my time useful with you. You the person who means everything to me.”

He looked at you and you felt the first tears hitting your face again. This was the first time you say him crying.

—

The two of you did a lot. Dazai and you visited Oda. Dazai never said it out loud but you knew that your grave will be next to Oda’s. You both went with the agency to your favourite convert. You took many pictures. Dazai took one with you everyday and even when you said no because you looked horrible he just kissed you and said you were the most beautiful belladonna of the world. You went with him to your favourite restaurant were he had to eat spicy food and he did it with a smile. You held him every night and told him how much you love him and he did the same to you. But the most important thing his, that you both married. It was a month after the diagnoses that the both of you married. It was just a tiny celebration with the agency and a special seat for Oda.

—

“I’m so happy that the ring still fits.”

“Yes, you look amazing my belladonna. I love you”

You were skinnier than before but the ring was still fitting. You guess that one time were you put it off that Dazai got to a jeweller and made him smaller.

“Isn’t it uncomfortable in your seat? The hospital seats are not the most comfortable my love?”

“It’s okay, you are here.”

It would be an wonder if you would survive the night. You’ve gotten so fragile and sick. Both you and Dazai were aware of that. He was with you the moment you got back in the hospital. He never left your side.

“You know... I’m happy.”

“Why?”

“I can spend my last movements with you. I don’t want to leave you.. I don’t want to leave you Osamu, I-“

“It’s okay. We are going to meet again. We will fall in love again, we will marry again. We will have a family and we will be together.”

You were crying, you didn’t wanted to spend your last moments crying. You want to be smilingly for him. You were always smiling for him.

“Y/N... I will live for you.”

You were taken back by his words. You just looked at him with tears falling from your eyes.

“I will protect our friends and you will take care of Oda for me until we met again.”

And then he saw it. Your beautiful smile came back. You were still crying but smiling.

“Okay, I’m going to wait for you with Oda but don’t join us to early!”

“Okay my belladonna. That’s a deal.”

He came laying next to you and for a moment everything was quit. He was listening to your heart beat and you stroke his hair.

“Osamu... I love you.”

Your hand stopped stroking his head and your eyes closed but you were still smiling at him.

“I love you more.”

With that he heard your heart beating for the last time. He pulled your body tight against his own before he started crying. He was only crying for you.

“You lied... it couldn’t be worse.”

[zerotexas1975]

home (part 2);

↳ pairing: jimin x female reader

↳ genre: hybrid au | fluff | angst

↳ word count: 2,116

↳ warnings: this is just to build up angst. there’s talk of euthanasia/death, and reader being selfish for a second there >:( and super slow! but SeHuo is there to save the day!

↳ prompt by @hybridfanfiction

part 1 | part 2 | part 3 | part 4 (final) | masterlist

Watching the blurry images of the city outside the train window, you trap your bottom lip under your teeth.

You lower your head, eyes focusing on the collar you held tightly in between your fingers.

The silver circular pendant had his name printed on it proudly, with your own behind it with both your address and phone number —making it feel heavier inside of your palm than it actually was.

This is the kind of responsibility you had no idea one day you’d be ready to. And though sometimes you feel insecure — not unsure, you never wanted something as much as you want this.

Jimin is going to be your responsibility — if he accepts to be adopted by you, that is. And the thought makes your stomach twist weirdly inside of you. Like everything else that involves Jimin.

You still couldn’t believe it — that you were hired for a new job after looking for so long that you started to feel hopeless, ashamed thinking that you’d have to call your parents for help and disappoint the cat hybrid.

Not that you made him any promises, afraid you couldn’t keep it, but you did make one with yourself and now you are just so happy you can go with your plan.

Find a new job. Make sure you can take care of the two of you. Arrange the papers. Ask Jimin if he wants to go home with you.

You may be way too excited for this and might have your heart broken if he says no to you —though you have the feeling he won’t. The way Jimin holds you tightly against his body every night when you say goodbye pretending he won’t let go - and really not wanting to — tells you so.

You adorn a secretive smile when you are pulled out of your thoughts with the announcement of the stop at your station — hiding the collar securely in your bag, squeezing your way out of there when the door opens. You fast walk away from the platform, not too happy about it because you are wearing high heels, but you just can’t wait to see him.

Your new job is on the other side of the town — so you have to go by train, not bus anymore. And you like it way better, since the train station is closer to your apartment, opposite to your older workplace, closer to the convenience store.

It saves you a lot of time, actually, so there’s also that.

You can’t help the way your heart beats inside your chest once you enter the place — SeHuo tipping his chin up lightly to you before averting his gaze as to say Hello, but don’t come talk to me.

Because you talk way too much, he grumbled it your way once.

It’s okay. Not like you are not used to his personality. You became really fond of the old man, really — there’s no denying that.

You just dismiss his gesture with a bow and walk straight to find your two cups of ramen then rush back to the man’s haven.

Without looking at you, he grabs it and go get it ready.

Jimin should be here right now, you think, playing with your fingers. After a while he just started to get in the store before you — the usual hour you arrive he made sure to memorize so you wouldn’t wait for him long, or at all. Yet it doesn’t really concerns you that he’s not.

At least not until his ramen starts to get cold.

Or when you ask SeHuo about him and he doesn’t know how to reply — which should be fine, he never did.

When the clock sings the time you are fast asleep, you force yourself to tell him bye.

He tries to assure you that Jimin will be there tomorrow and that he probably forgot about seeing you today — which you won’t admit that made yourself scrunch your nose up, even if he saw it.

Yes, except for the first day you met him, Jimin never forgot to see you. Or if he did, he clearly remembered it in time, because you always saw each other. Even in the weekends when SeHuo has a substitute behind the counter.

You are so used to Jimin’s presence, his little quirks and how he always demands your attention with his pouty lips and whiny voice that when you go home you miss it. But in a way that it just feels wrong to go to bed like this — without his scent on you after he rubbed his cheek against yours or made you take something his with you.

You stare at your ceiling, brows knitted together and a pillow trapped under your arms. You don’t remember at which time you slept — just that your last thought was that you were overthinking. You really wanted it to be just that.

-

You ran to the store the next day after work — you didn’t have to stay, just deal with a few papers regarding your contract, so you were early.

Too early, it wasn’t even SeHuo shift yet.

When he arrived, he looked at you surprised then approached you hesitantly, like he wanted to say something but decided to keep quiet — greeting you like usual, with no words.

Obviously you can’t shut up for long and talked so much he had to ask you to leave, when he was just sure Jimin wasn’t coming again and you were pretending it didn’t upset you that you were waiting for him for way too long now.

You made SeHuo keep your number and promise you he’d call — it doesn’t matter the time, if Jimin showed up. He didn’t.

-

You twist the elastic band SeHuo gave you to keep you distracted in your finger until the blood stopped circulating and you felt it numb, undoing it to start it all over again.

You sigh loudly, cheek resting at your palm as you prompted your elbow in the counter. When the man doesn’t look at you, you throw the elastic at him, missing his face by a few centimeters. He didn’t even flinch, just accommodating himself better in his chair and sticking his finger to turn the TV on.

SeHuo has been acting weird with you.

You mean, he is kinda weird and have such a secluded life — which is none of your business and you don’t care at all but lately, in the last two days to be exact, since Jimin stopped showing up, he’s been like this. Ignoring you when you try to get his attention, not answering a lot when you ask him questions and urging you to leave when you mentions Jimin’s name. You thought that maybe he misses the cat just as you do, and are worried just as much as you are, and he just deals with it differently than you do — so you try to not bring it up so much, yet you know your presence in here is a constant reminder of the one that is missing, and that’s why you think he’s treating you like this. Like he doesn’t know what to do when you are around.

Tonight though you can’t help but poke his shoulder until he looks at you, glossy eyes searching for his to try and find what he’s hiding from you.

“You know, SeHuo,” you start and he raises a brow at you, “It doesn’t make sense. I thought he would at least say goodbye.”

His silence makes you want to scream, but you go on.

“T-that’s weird, isn’t it?” you waited for him to agree with you, because even if it meant something bad — it would give you some type of comfort. As ridiculous as it sounds, it would make you feel better that Jimin is not coming because something happened, not because he doesn’t want to see you anymore.

You didn’t have the time to chastise yourself for this — the small black and white TV catching both yours and SeHuo’s attention.

You will have time to regret thinking like this later, and you will, badly, once the two of you process the words leaving the reporter’s mouth — a small sad frown making his opinion about what is going on show.

(…) They decided to work with Hybrid Control after the police and specialists connected the rise in crimes with stray hybrids. The group has started what hybrid’s activists are calling The Hunt, and the rumors are that they are putting down all of them in a—

The words made your head spin and you swear you heard the elder calling your name before you started to see everything in a blur — like in the train earlier, but it doesn’t stop until SeHuo rounds the counter and clean your face with the fabric of his flannel shirt, asking you to take in deep breaths and please calm down because then you won’t be able to fix it.

“Fix it?” you snorted cynically, “how am I supposed to fix this?” you pointed at the TV, guilty forcing the ball in your throat to stay still — making you wish you were wrong, not making any effort to believe that it would hurt way less if he actually forgot about you. Or were late.

Sudden hope makes your eyes widen, and with a breathy laugh you hold SeHuo wrist away from your face. “He’s late!” you say obviously, shoving his shoulder lightly so he goes back to his place. Like he was supposed to be, like every time you and Jimin meet. There’s no reason for this to change now — because the cat is just late. For two days now, but definitely just late.

Silly cat.

The man stays silent then, not buying your calmness at all after he turns the TV off, especially aware of how you bounce your leg up and down and looks at the clock every second.

You flinch back in your seat at the sound of his chair being dragged across the floor when he gets up, his hair a mess at the top of his head because of his new nervous tick of passing his fingers through the locks every now and then.

It’s been only one minute since he turned the TV off, but he can’t wait to say it.

“Damn it kid, you are dumber than I thought,”

“Wh-“

“Don’t you think you are wasting your time? Waiting for Jimin to show up while he can be in dangerous or — God forbid, dead?” you open your mouth to protest, narrowed eyes watching him with disbelief. “Listen, kid — it sounds as horrific to me as it sounds to you, but you have to do something.”

“B-but I don’t even know where to start, I-“ your voice cracked and you felt small, watching SeHuo shove his hand on his back pocket to take his phone. You didn’t even want to acknowledge it.

“I can’t do much but I’ll try to help you. Here,” he hands you the small device, a flip phone. “Use it. You can keep it for now if you want, search for all the shelters in the area that works with Hybrid Control, go after your ma-” clearing his throat, he pushes the phone in your hand when you don’t take it right away. “Your friend.”

You smile complacently at him, leaving his phone behind to grab yours.

You did it automatically, not really thinking about start doing it, just doing this — something, with adrenaline pumping into your bloodstream.

“Do I even deserve this boy?” you whispered to yourself quietly, trembling fingers typing the right words and eagle eyes looking for the places — the sound of the screenshots you take resonating throughout the place, but they are unable to cut the thick tension in the air.

You get up on your feet once you are done, breathless like you ran a marathon and ready to get out of the store when SeHuo catches the sleeve of your coat.

“Be careful,” he warned, looking inside of your eyes as he leaned closer to you and over the counter, hand sliding down to hold yours. You feel something cold inside of it and when you look down — it’s a key.

You tilt your head to the side in confusion, but he shush you before you can ask. “If it changes anything for you — and I know it does, Jimin said he wouldn’t accept to be with anyone but you.” you stare at him speechless and he taps your chin with two fingers, “You deserve him as much as he deserves someone like you. Don’t disappoint him.”

You hope you won’t.

You hope it’s not too late.

A/N: i’m really sorry it took me so long to update this! i’m currently writing part three and hopefully it won’t take that long to finish it. i’m really inspired, actually, so let’s see how it goes! let me know what you think about this part, pls! i’m also sorry jimin is not in that one, but we’ll see him in the next one! <3

[shannygoatgruff]

My Brother’s Keeper - Chapter XI

Genre: Psychological Thriller

Modern Ivar X Modern Hvitserk

Rating: MA+18

Overall Warning:  Dark story told from an emotionally distributed person’s POV with graphic and sadistic material including rape, terror, torture, kidnapping, drug use, slash, implied incest, necrophilia, and insecurity. Heavy trigger warnings.  

Chapter Warning:  Character devolving.Graphic sex. Torture. Rape Necrophilia.  Heavy trigger warnings!

Summary: Mama always said to be their brothers’ keeper. Now there is absolutely nothing these two won’t do for each other.  Boys will be boys…

A/N: This chapter might be a hard read, but it's supposed to be because Hvitserk is devolving. It's hard to explain without giving too much of the story away, but trust me, there's a reason for this. I hope I did a good job showing the struggle within the character.  

Chapter XI

I don't remember this ever being so stressful. Maybe it's because we've never taken two of them before.  Well, we’ve had two in the same night, but never two at the same time.

I thought it was logistically impossible, but Ivar had everything planned to the letter. He's brilliant – a tactical genius. Just being able to think of every move before it happens, all of the calculated risks, even the reactions…if I could have his looks, charisma, and his brains?  I’d be the total package.  

Even though every part of the plan worked perfectly, there’s still something nagging at me.  All of this feels off. Of course, Ives says it’s because I’m just a creature of habit, but I think it’s more than that.  We’re doing all kinds of stuff that we have never done before. We’re breaking rules, making shit up…

I’m all for him being spontaneous, but for the first time since we were kids, I can’t read him.  Normally, we’re on the same page when it comes to this.  We know what the other is thinking by a look or a head nod – but right now?  I don’t know what the hell is going on.  

He came up with this plan and didn’t tell me about it.  He just did shit. Naturally, it worked out; it’s Ivar.  But, he just did it...without me.  

He said he didn’t want to burden me with the details, that I’ve been so stressed lately, that he just wanted me to sit back and enjoy.  I know and trust that he would never do anything to hurt me, and that he always has my best interests in mind, but it’s a little scary not being able to be inside his head. 

It’s empty when I can’t feel him. 

This bond we share, not as brothers, but as soul mates - being two life forces that are perfectly in-tuned with every aspect of each other…that feeling...he’s slipping away from me.  

Now, he’s doing shit that he knows I don’t like. Take drugging them for example – I’m not into that. There’s a big difference between getting high with someone and drugging them. When we get high together, they get to pick their party favor, sit back, and enjoy the ride.  It makes our night together so much more fun because we’re both in an alternate reality before anything ever gets started. It’s kinda like Star Treking through the Twilight Zone.  

But when you drug a person, you’re taking away their choice.  They don’t know what the fuck is going on.  They’re all spacey and shit, and I can’t tell if they really want to be there with me, or if it’s the drugs talking.  I need them to be able to make the choice. I need them to submit to me and not give up because they’re high.

I know I’m being a bitch about this.  He was just doing the best he could to make sure we got both of them.  I can’t help but to try to think that had to have been another logical way to do this.

I wonder if Ivar knows that I went inside their house last night?  I bet they didn’t know that their bilco doors weren’t locked, or that Ms. Johnson never fixed that cellar entrance from that time when we got in there to get some of her pills, a few years ago.  Hmm.

I was good.  I didn’t touch anything; I just watched them make love.  She is beautiful and the way she looks at him is enough to make me want to lick her face.  Her body is amazing. I could tell that from when she was standing in the back yard, but naked?  Dainty, pale skin, soft curves...she’s gentle and he was a little too rough with her, for my tastes.   

His body was the direct opposite of hers.  He’s got defined muscles, hard plains, tanned skin. The way he touched her, picked her up, slapped her ass...you don’t manhandle a woman as delicate as her, like that.  It took everything I had not to kill him right there. 

But she seemed to like it.  He turned her.  He destroyed a perfect, angelic being and turned her into his personal blowup doll. That’s why they had come.  I have to save her, and he has to pay.

So, what other choice did we have?  How else were we supposed to get them here?  Drugging them was the lesser of the evils, but fuck...this?  

If it was just slipping them something, I could live with that.  But what the fuck am I supposed to do now?  How am I supposed to go through with this if I know their names and their story? 

I seriously don’t think I can do this anymore.  I mean, I want to. God I really, really want to. But they're like real people now.

I guess it would have been a little weird to just take them out for drinks and not ask them anything about themselves. Well, I didn't ask, not really. That guy, Bishop…what did he say his real name was? Heahmund?  Like I gave a fuck. Well, he decided to tell us all about him and his beautiful wife, Aud. And because that shit for brains doesn’t like the natural lull in conversations, we had to find out all about how they just got married and moved out here. 

He's from up North and she’s from the back East and apparently, they met someone in the middle, blah, blah, blah...  I don’t care about their life story.  But I do care that their families back home are going to miss them.

Just talking to them was weird, too. Usually, people only talk to Ivar. But them? They were talking to me, like looking at me and everything. And the way Aud’s eyes twinkled every time she said, Fitz, it was like…wow.  I just wanted to keep hearing her say my name over and over again.  I almost told her my whole name, just to hear what it sounds in her mouth. 

I want to eat my name off her tongue.  God, that would be fucking amazing.

Maybe that’s why I started getting hot and dizzy when they got up to dance, and Ivar opens the capsules and dumps the contents into their drinks.  I just wanted her to say my name one more time, without being drugged. 

"Now!" Ivar's voice fills the cabin and pulls me out of my head. My eyelids feel heavy as I open them. My neck doesn't start to hurt until I reposition myself in this chair. From this new position, I realize that this guy is naked and handcuffed. He’s wearing the dog collar around his neck and Ivar is holding the end of the leash in his hand, practically dragging him around the room. 

But, what is that damn rattling noise? Wait, are those the leg shackles? Where the hell did they come from? I thought Ivar got rid of those things months ago. 

It hurts my neck, but I still strain it to look around them until I can find Aud. 

There she is, sprawled out on the mattress, her arms tied to the metal grates of the fireplace, and her legs are tied to something that Ivar has sticking out of the floor. What in the hell is that, anyway? Whatever it is it looks sturdy enough. 

I must say, Ivar's been doing a lot of work fixing this place up. He must have spent a lot of time here when I was out of it before. The lights in the ceiling work…they flicker but, at least, they're on. Most of the other shit has been cleared out, too. Between cleaning up this place and taking care of me, where does he find the time to do anything for himself?  I really need to do a better job of taking care of him.

Bishop’s muffled voice is weak as just before he falls over when Ivar puts the cattle prod to his chest. If only there was a way to make him understand that my brother would just as soon electrocute him for the hell of it - it would be in his best interest to just follow along. 

If dude thinks it’s bad now, just keep defying, Ivar. He’ll learn.

The sound of my chair leg scratch along the floor makes Ivar’s head turn toward me.  His smile splits his face in half and he offers me a wink. "Glad you decided to join us. You woke up just in time." Now that he has an audience, I know he is not going to hold back.  

Truth be told, I’m a little sad about that fact. I kinda liked them, Aud & Bishop.  It might have been nice to have some friends or possibly get to know some people that Thora and I could go out with as a couple or something.  I’d like to hang around some regular couples to see how they do things, get some tips on how to be normal.  Judging by how far things went while I was out, there doesn’t seem to be much hope for that now, though.  

Oh, well.  It’s not like I can do shit about it now; unless blacking out counts. That seems to be all I can do lately. That must be why I'm sitting over here in this lumpy ass chair in this corner, like a child on punishment.  I don’t even really remember what happened.  One minute Aud was sucking me off and her husband was calling for her.  Then I was sad because his voice was breaking my heart.  Next thing I know, I’m waking up here, just in time to watch my brother break my two new friends.  

"You with me, brother?  Come over here, you gotta see how cool this is.” Ivar's face turns from pleasant to harsh when looks back at Heahmund, "I told you to get over there and fuck her. Now!  Don’t make me tell you a third time." Did I wake up on planet Quaddork?  Ivar usually does the torturing, but now he’s going to use them to do it to each other? 

It’s a brilliant idea, but shit if I don’t feel bad about it. 

My legs are wobbly, but I make my way over to the mattress and I swear Aud's eyes remind of Thora's when she's afraid. Just the way she's looking at Heahmund to save her, like a kid who needs their daddy to protect them from the things that go bump in the night…fuck. Out of instinct, I kneel down and touch her bare her foot. Even if I can't help her, I just want her to know that I'm here. 

She's so scared, but I want her to know that she doesn’t have to be scared of me, “It's okay Thora. I'm not going to hurt you." I need to find her clothes. Her body is on display. Every man in this room, including me, can see her entire naked body.  This isn’t right.  She needs to be covered up, at least part of her, at all times.  When she’s naked, she becomes the parts and the reaction I need and not the woman that I want. She can't be like that.  Especially not here and definitely not around my little brother.

"If you don't fuck her, he will." Ivar's voice is harsh causing the tears to run faster from her eyes. "They think I'm fucking around, Serk. Why don’t you show Bishop, here, how it's done?"

I love Thora and I make love to her all the time. But not like this and I won’t do it in front of him. I have to keep something separate, something for myself. "Ivar, please.  Keep Thora out of this."

"Aud." Ivar has the leash wound tightly in his hand as he kneels beside me. He strokes my hair and whispers in my ear. "Her name is, Aud."

I nod my head, "Right." That is her name, Aud. 

Fuck Aud. She's not Thora. My hand trails her leg and when I reach her hip I hear a scuffle behind me. Bishop is trying to get at me. I guess Ivar’s trying to stop this from happening. I don't know how he managers it, but somehow he’s gotten the larger man on the ground and when he nods his head, I know what he wants me to do. I cover her body with my own and before anything happens, I remove the ball gag from her mouth. "It'll be over soon. I promise."

"Please help me, Fitz?" Her whisper makes my heart skip a beat. I stroke her hair back and focus on her face as she sobs her request. She's so pretty.  So innocent. Ivar doesn't understand, we have to protect the innocent ones. 

"It's okay, Thora.” I close my eyes as I kiss her forehead.  “I'm here.” My thumbs trace the side of her face and I wedge my hips in between her legs. 

I just need to look at her for a moment. I want to take in all of this innocence before I possess it.

I hear screaming behind me and it makes me turn around.  My brother looks satisfied, he must have gotten his way from the man in the collar. "If you want him to stop, you know what you have to do." He gives the leash some slack before yanking it down forcing the man to kneel on the mattress.  Holding his hand out to me, Ivar motions for me to come to him, "You'll have her soon, Serky. Let her husband have a turn."

As soon as her body is exposed again, I realize she's not Thora. She doesn't look like her; her body is not like Thora's. She's laid out and waiting for another man. Thora would never do something like this whore in front of me. Instead, she would be putting up a fight, trying to keep what we have sacred. She wouldn't betray me and lay with someone else.

"Heahmund?" She cries as he says muffled words into the bend of her neck, slowly positioning himself on top of her. He's taking his time, trying his best to stall. Little does he know, he’s just going to piss Ivar off more. I can't take my eyes off of them. All this human interaction is marvelous. "Just do what he says and he'll let us go," her words come out weak and choppy as she tries to reassure him.

"No, he won't," Ivar laughs at my statement. He’s squeezing my shoulders and cracking the fuck up like I just told the joke of the fucking century.  I have to admit, his laughter is making me start to giggle, "He's never gonna let you go."

She turns those hopeful eyes towards me and suddenly it’s not funny anymore. "But, you can, right, Fitz?”  Why is she nodding at me? Does she want me to agree with her? “I promise we won’t say anything.  Please, help me?”  

Out of the corner of my eye, I see Ivar's boot come down on Bishop's hip. "I gave you an order, slave," his voice is so calm and even that it scares me.  I know that tone – this is the calm before the storm.  If this guy doesn’t get his shit together, Ivar’s going to get angry.  

I don’t even know to describe what it looks like when Ivar’s angry.  That time a few weeks ago, when he had a tantrum because he wanted to go out is nothing compared to when he loses control.  It’s like his eyes cloud over to this shade of blue that’s not known to man, and his normally electrifying smile makes him look psychotic.  That’s why I usually go into another room when Ivar works.  I love to see him happy, but I hate watching him become a monster.   

For my little brother to be such a beautiful man, his monster is so ugly.  I hate the way it twists his face and how it sucks all the good out of him.  It’s like he just becomes a black void, that can only destroy.  I know it sounds crazy, but when Ivar’s monster takes control, he’s so ugly because he forgets he loves me.  

Judging from the slow transformation in his features, I’d say Bishop’s only got a few minutes to get his shit together before Ivar starts turning, "Just fuck her, like you hate her." I don't know why I'm trying to help him. Maybe it's because I know what he's feeling. I know damn well what I'd be feeling if it was me and Thora.

Bishop pleads with her eyes and she permits him to hurt her. He's slow about it. He's trying to make it as pleasurable as possible, considering. He shouldn’t deviate from the script, just do what the fuck he’s been told. Oh well, I tried to help him. He's not listening to my advice, that’s just too bad for them.  Any and everything Ivar does to them now will be on his head. All he had to do was follow the rules. Just let Ivar be in control without trying to be the hero. Now it's his ass. Literally.

Without warning, Ivar shoves the cattle prod into him, causing him to push violently into Aud, making her scream. I can’t stop laughing at the fact that Ivar's going to shock him from the inside until he gets his desired reaction. 

"I said fuck her." He sends another shock to help coax him along.  It’s not until the husband is behaving like a good boy, does Ivar pat floor next to him for me to join him.

I trust that Ivar knows what he’s doing.  I’m sure that he wants me beside him, getting a front-row view because there’s a lesson here that I need to learn.  I’m just too tired and confused to concentrate on it.  My mind keeps wandering and I can’t seem to stay fully in this moment.  

As soon as my head lands on his lap, his strong fingers gently rub my scalp.  It’s almost enough to make me want to go back to sleep.  Only, I can’t stop watching this man fuck his wife with so much force because he's afraid to have me do it. I don’t know if I’m enjoying this.  It’s a little too fucked up, even for me. 

"Punch her." I didn’t even realize how heavy my lids were until Ivar’s voice broke my concentration.  He’s just saying the first thing that jumps in his head, now. I can tell by that boyish chuckle of his.  Sending another shock to Bishop makes him react like a trained monkey. Each time he sends a charge, Aud gets another punch to her face.  Each punch she gets, makes Ivar laugh. Every laugh from him, makes me wrap my arms around his waist tighter, and smile.

I can't tell who's crying harder, him or her...poor things. 

Ivar's entire body shakes under my head as he laughs, but he never stops massaging my scalp.  It’s the weirdest, most comforting sensation.  I wonder if it feels like that for him, too.  "Good dog.  Now, choke her." His Pavlovian response technique seems to be working because he doesn’t even need to shock this guy into playing out his fantasy. 

Without any more guidance than just Ivar’s words, a large hand wraps around his wife’s throat, but he’s not applying any pressure.  “That’s not hard enough to choke somebody,” Did I just say that?  I was thinking about it, but why did the words come out of my mouth?  I don’t want him to hurt her.  I like her.  I have to protect her.  If anything, I want to hurt him for hurting her.  But, maybe this was his way of trying to keep her safe.  Maybe by not choking her, he thought he was appeasing my brother and protecting his wife. 

The only problem with his plan is Ivar knows it’s not hard enough to cut off her oxygen supply. "I'm sick of repeating myself to you, dog. You will learn to do what I say." This time when he shocks him, he doesn't let off of the button. He sends the shock waves throughout Bishop’s body in a way that makes the muscles in his hand stiffen, locking around Aud's throat.

Those eyes. All of that innocence seeping out of those eyes with each tear that rolls down her pretty face. She was so beautiful. So angelic. Now she's nothing. Those large eyes are fixed in my direction, staring lifelessly at me, begging me to help her. "Thora?" I reach my hand forward but she doesn't respond.

"You see what he did, Hvitserk? He killed Thora." Ivar's voice is soothing as he tries to console me through my grief.  All the loving and coddling in the world can’t fill this empty void suddenly growing inside me.  I know what I need to do. This man was twice her size and he raped and strangled this beautiful, innocent creature. 

He is evil. "You thought he was your friend, Serk. But now Thora's dead because of him. He needs to be punished."

I stand to my feet in one swift motion and I kick him in the ribs. I watched him kill her. All she wanted was for him to protect her, but he was too weak to do that. Well, I’m not weak. 

He is going to pay for failing her. 

The cattle prod lands with a crash across the room and I'm inside of him faster than he can recover from it. "You like raping women? Do you like how it feels?" I pound into him ignoring his cries. My weight, on his back, lands him on top of her and he gently shakes her body to try to wake her up. "She's dead, fucker! This is your fault!  Why didn't you just fucking listen?" I grunt my words because I'm so angry. How could he let that happen on his watch? He didn't deserve her.

The leash is wrapped so tightly around my hand that the blood no longer circulating in it. With each thrust, I pull back on it until I start to hear the bones in his neck crack under the pressure. He can't die soon enough.

"That's it, Hvitserk. Just like that." Ivar coos from behind me, his lips gently grazing my neck.  I know that panting sound he makes when he’s jerking off. When I look over at him, I feel myself smile at the sight of his hand vigorously stroking his cock. The harder he jerks, the harder I thrust. It's like we're finally in sync again, pumping rhythmically with each other.

I didn't understand what he was trying to show me before, but now I do. People like Bishop, the strong ones, they deserve this. They are ones that the world bows to because they're charismatic and exude a presence that people like me don't have; they deserve to be taught a lesson. Ivar has shown me that I'm stronger than I think and that it's my job to let the rest of the world know my strength.

It has nothing to do with the act; this all about power. No matter how many muscles Aud’s husband has or how tough he thinks he is, I'm more powerful than him. She should have known that, too. She should have chosen me to be with, not him. They made the wrong choice by overlooking me. Now they have no choice, I'm the last thing they'll ever see.

Bishop's lifeless body lies limp in the corner until Ivar decides what he's going to do with him. Right now, he sees fit to just stare at him while smokin a joint and listening to music. I, on the other hand, can't get enough of Aud. I don't understand how I could confuse her with Thora before. 

Maybe it was something I took before I left the house or maybe it was the helpless, innocent way she looked at me. Whatever it was, I’ve never met someone that could blur everything around me like that. For the briefest moment, I couldn't tell what was real and what was just in my head. Right now, though, being inside her now, I know the truth.

She feels just as soft and just amazing as I thought she would. She didn't see me before, but now she does. I've shown her more care and love that fucking coward she married ever could.

It’s because I need her to see that I can take of her that I can’t stop indulging in her. It’s almost like I need to show her that I’m worthy of the gifts that she's given me. She helped me get back my confidence. 

She showed me how to find my strength, and she gave me back my power.  

My new neighbor, Aud, saved me.

I want her to feel how much I appreciate everything she's done for me. Every time I cum, I'm hard again, just thinking about what freedom feels like. If I could figure out a way to consume her so she would never leave me, I would…I just don’t want this feeling to ever go away. I've already licked her; tasted her; bit her; cut her and loved her. What other way is there to make her a part of me?  

She drove the hunger away. It's not just fed, it's gone. She did that for me. She gave me a chance to have a normal life.

Aud sacrificed herself to cure me. I will forever be in her debt.

Kissing her mouth hungrily, I turn her head to have her eyes focus on me. "Thank you." When I roll on my back to look up at the ceiling, I notice Ivar's smiling face looking down at me. "Did you have fun tonight?”

I look at the hole at the ceiling before cutting my eyes back at him.  Rubbing my bare chest I start to laugh, "Ives, tonight was fucking awesome!”  Gently placing a hand on Aud’s thigh, I give it a light squeeze, “Thanks, brother. I needed that.”

“Of course,” he says, winking his eye at me, “I will always be my brother’s keeper.”

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[arohawrites]

Longing for Happiness

Genre: Angst (just a little bit sad), Fluff

Pairing: MJxJinJin

Word count: 1.5k

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“Hyung, I saw something. I think that’s a ghost!” Jinwoo exclaimed as soon as he saw Myungjun out of the kitchen.

Myungjun slowly brought the tray down and sat on the couch beside Jinwoo.

“Really? What does it look?” Myungjun casually answered.

Jinwoo is dumbfounded,what’s with the very neutral reaction?

“It’s a girl with short hair and she’s also holding a doll. Hyung, you’re living alone right? So that’s really…”

“Ah, that’s my sister. I don’t bring a lot of friends here so she might’ve been excited to see you.”

“You’re joking right?” Jinwoo started to look around warily and moved closer beside Myungjun. He’s not fond of ghost jokes.

“Nope, she decided to stay here with me” Jinwoo felt chills crawling all over his body when Myungjun peeked over the kitchen and smiled.

Jinwoo didn’t dare to look. He simply can’t.

He always knew that something’s off with Myungjun, but a ghost sister?

“Would you still stay?” The older one asked immediately.

Jinwoo swallowed the lump on his throat.

Things happened so he ended up resigning to his old part time job. Jinwoo’s unfortunate events continued as he realized that it’s already the end of the month and he doesn’t even have the quarter of money he needed to pay his rent and other expenses.

Jinwoo grimaced when he remember how he was quickly kicked out by his landlord. He doesn’t know where to go and all he can think of is his university senior, Myungjun. He set aside all the shame and gave him a call. He told him his situation and asked if he could stay until he has enough money to rent a space or even just a few days.

Jinwoo almost jumped in joy when Myungjun agreed without asking for more details.

“I don’t have any place to go…” Jinwoo pursed his lips, he’s embarrassed that he’s in that helpless situation.

“Then stay. Don’t mind my sister, she won’t hurt you” Myungjun casually ate the cookies he prepared.

“R-really?” Jinwoo stammered, he thought Myungjun is offended because of his remarks earlier.

“I’ll stay hyung, thank you” Jinwoo doesn’t know how he will cope with his senior’s sister but he would think about it later.

--

A week already passed but Jinwoo struggles to adjust.

The worst he experienced is when he went out of his room at night to drink some coffee since he needed to pull an all-nighter to review for his exams. He’s all sleepy that he forgot that there was a ghost living in the house, he saw the girl sitting in the kitchen when all the lights are out.

He almost lost his life that day.

Then on other days he would see the girl roaming in the house and sometimes peek in his room when he forgot to close the door and it would always…scare the hell out of him.

And now, the child is peeking on his room again. Why, just why did he leave the door unopened again?!

“P-please don’t scare me. I’ll do my best to find another job so if you think I’m a nuisance here, I’m very sorry” Jinwoo spoke to the girl the first time.

“I don’t intend to scare you…Sorry oppa” the girl’s voice is deep, like it’s from a very deep place. MJ said never talk to her, but he just did.

“Sorry, maybe I’m just being coward but it’s my first time talking to…a ghost.” Jinwoo continues to trail off.

“My oppa…how did you meet him?” The girl inched closer, she’s holding her doll tightly as she continues to peek through the door.

Jinwoo hinted curiosity in the girl’s voice, he realized that she’s shy rather than scary. Now he wonders how the girl died when she’s very young.

“He is my senior at the university, I met him in one of the gatherings. Hyung is very kind” Jinwoo answered genuinely. Yes, MJ is kinda weird but he is very kind.

“Is my oppa smiling? When he’s in school?” The girl asked once again.

“I rarely see him smile but he also smiles once in a while. Let me see…”Jinwoo dug his mind for the memories, “Ah, he did smile when I complemented him for his drawings. I saw few of his sketches and he’s really good.” Jinwoo saw the face of the girl lit up.

“You can enter here if you want to” Jinwoo invited her, his fear for the child already evaporated. He doesn’t know why or how but he’s sure that the girl can’t leave the house and it must be so lonely.

The girl slowly walked inside “Won’t you get scared of me?” She asked with worry.

Jinwoo now sees the girl’s full appearance. She looked like a normal child, except for the ash grey colored complexion and dark circles in her eyes.

Jinwoo shook his head and dragged the chair so the kid can sit.

“Why do you ask anyway?” Jinwoo is also curious about Myungjun. He knew Myungjun for almost a year but he knows almost nothing about him. Myungjun is a big mystery for him and them being friends is also a mystery for the people in their department.

“My brother…He’s not like that in the past. He’s very talkative and he always wears a beautiful smile but after our parents died, after I died…” Tears streamed down the child’s face.

He felt a pang of pain in his chest while the child silently lowers her head and sob.

The soft sobs echoed the room, Jinwoo would’ve been afraid if he heard this sound in the past but it simply breaks his heart at the moment.

“Sorry” Jinwoo felt guilty for opening the topic.

“I-I just want him to smile again, like he used to.” Jinwoo is now aware of why Myungjun’s sister decided to stay, of why she cannot leave.

“Brother blames himself for my death. I don’t want him to because he did everything to save me. Yet, I still died and that wasn’t his fault.” The child spoke.

“Oppa, please help me”

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“Hyung” Jinwoo called after Myungjun went home from school.

“Why?” Myungjun promptly answered, he is wondering why Jinwoo looks so serious.

“You need to let go of Myungsoon” MJ’s expression darken as he heard the younger’s remarks.

Myungjun quickly advanced towards him and grabbed his collar, “You. What nonsense did you say to my sister?” Myungjun’s voice is cold as ice.

Jinwoo can feel Myungjun’s rage by the way his hands are trembling while grabbing him in the collar.

“What did you say to Myungsoon?” Myungjun’s tone screams threat but Jinwoo remained unfazed.

“She needs to rest hyung, please let her go” Jinwoo spoke again.

“No! She stayed for me. My precious little sister is all I have!” Myungjun finally exploded.

“Hyung, your sister is dead. She doesn’t want to leave you because she knows that you’ll be lonely but she wants you to move on. Myungsoon is not blaming you for her death. She just wanted you to go back like how you’re in the past. She wanted you to be happy again.” Myungsoon appeared beside Jinwoo.

“No! How could I be happy if you’re going to leave me? Myungsoon please” tears are streaming down his face.

“Oppa” Myungsoon mumbled and approached his brother.

MJ kneeled in front of his sister. “Please…Don’t leave? You’re the only one left to me…please, please…” He keeps pleading in front of his little sister.

“I’m long dead brother and it’s not your fault. I know you’re blaming yourself when you shouldn’t be. Oppa, I want you to live your life in the present and you can’t do that if I will still stay here.” Myungsoon gently cupped his brother’s face. Myungjun can only feel it as a cold brush of wind but he longed for it.

He missed his sister.

“How about you?” Myungjun asked with worry. He didn’t asked how Myungsoon managed to stay and he doesn’t know what would happen to her now.

“I’m fine brother. Now that I know that you can smile again, I’m finally at peace,” Myungsoon embraced her older brother, “I love you brother. Please be happy for me” Myungsoon slowly parted with his brother and soon approached Jinwoo who’s silently smiling as he watched the siblings.

Jinwoo also knelt to level the child, “Thank you” Myungsoon mumbled and also gave Jinwoo an embrace. Coldness enveloped Jinwoo but the warmth in his heart blazed more.

Myungsoon whispered something to his ear and it made Jinwoo blush. The girl giggled and parted herself.

Jinwoo smiled afterwards, “I will, I promise” Jinwoo responded to Myungsoon’s little request.

“It’s time to go” someone spoke. All eyes went to another man all dressed in black.

“W-would she be okay?” Myungjun couldn’t help but to worry about her sister.

“Don’t worry, she’ll be in a nice place.” The man answered and walked away.

Myungsoon bid her last goodbye and followed the man. Both of them slowly faded until they are gone.

Jinwoo walked towards Myungjun and extended his hands. “What did my sister told you?” Myungjun asked after he accepted Jinwoo’s hand.

Jinwoo gently pulled Myungjun up.

“It’s our secret”

END

[a-daydreamers-stories]

~Finally got Chapter 6 up! Sorry, I’ve been so slow. I’m going to try and upload at least one thing per week!~

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Reader’s POV

I woke up to whining and opened my eyes to find the unnamed puppy standing on his hind legs, his tail wagging, as he tried to jump on the bed. I smiled and went to sit up but was stopped by a heavy arm wrapped tightly around my middle. I looked down then back at a very asleep Happy, I attempted to get out from under him but he wouldn’t budge. I huffed slightly before wiggling myself down till I was out, finally sitting up. I grabbed Happy’s shirt off the ground before picking up the puppy.

I take the puppy outside and realize that he didn’t have a name and I didn’t have anything for him. No food, collar, tags, bed, or any little clothes for him to wear. Tig was going to flip when he meets the little guy, I giggled as he tried to chase his own tail and ended up falling over. I was so focused on the pup that I didn’t even notice Happy come out until he let out a small noise. I jumped and turned to find a smirking Happy in boxers.

“Why are you trying to give me a heart attack at 8 o'clock?” I asked.

“Because it’s fun.” He replied and sat down next to me. I rolled my eyes and leaned against his shoulder.

“He needs a name, food, collar, tags, toys, treats, and little clothes.” I started listing off things and Happy chuckled. His hand goes to my thigh and gently rubbed as he watched the puppy run around.

“Told you he needs a tough name, Bonecrusher, Killer, Jack…” Happy said.

“Jack’s kinda cute.” I smiled.

“He’ll be a little ripper.” I could hear the smirk and glared up at him.

“I’m not naming him Jack the Ripper,” I told him firmly and Happy sighed.

“Fine,” He leaned back and the puppy came running over to us and jumped onto Happy’s lap. “Easy there mister don’t wanna damage mommy’s favorite toy.”

“My favorite toy?” I looked at him confused.

“Daddy’s cock.” Happy smirked and I rolled my eyes.

“Dick,”

“That’s what I said,” Happy chuckled. “Ouch, hey there mister!” He glared down at the puppy who was currently nibbling on Happy’s fingers.

“That is so cute!” I cooed and took the puppy from Happy. “Are you a little nibbler? A mister nibbler? Oh! Nibbles!”

“No,” Happy said suddenly. “We are not naming him Nibbles.”

“But he’s such a cute baby.” I pouted and held Nibbles up so his face was next to mine.

“No.” Happy shook his head.

“Fine,” I sighed and looked down at the puppy before looking at Happy. “What about Sammy?”

“Huh?” He raised an eyebrow in confusion.

“Sammy for Samcro,” I explained and Happy stared at me for a minute before he smiled slightly.

“I like that.” Happy said softly and I looked back at the puppy.

“Are you a little Sammy?” I cooed and he barked happily. “My little Sammy.”

“As adorable as this is, we should get ready for the day.” Happy said and got up, I set Sammy down before I got up too.

“I’m going to bring Sammy to work with me today,” I told Happy who chuckled.

“The guys won’t get anything done.” He told me as we walked back inside the house.

“Maybe they’ll be so distracted that we could sneak in a mid-day romp,” I smirked and stopped in front of him with a grin, Happy chuckled and smirked.

“We still have time for a morning fuck.” He told me.

“Mmm, well my shower is big enough for the two of us.” Happy smirked and picked me up before throwing me over his shoulder. I squeaked and Sammy barked, jumping around Happy’s feet as he thought we were playing a game.

“It’s okay, Sammy,” I said as Happy started walking towards my bathroom. He closed the door before Sammy could follow us and I giggled at the whines coming from the other side. Happy sat me down on my feet before looking me over.

“You know… maybe you should keep that.” He said referring to his shirt.

“Really?” I asked.

“Yes…” He took a step closer. “It looks a lot better on you especially when I’m taking it off.” He smirked and grabbed the hem of my shirt, pulling it up slowly.

“I think I like you better without a shirt anyway.” I smiled and my hand ran down his chest until it got to the hem of his boxers. “And these definitely need to go.” Happy growled and pulled the shirt completely off of me, he moved closer and grabbed my wrist. Putting my hand inside his boxers, I smirked and wrapped my hand around his cock.

“Fuck…” He growled and pressed me against the wall before looking me in the eyes with an intense gaze. “You better get these boxers off otherwise we’ll never make it to the shower part.”

“It would be terrible if we missed that part, you stink.” I teased and he glared.

“Shut up and take off the boxers before I make your ass red, little girl.” Happy growled. I giggled and slowly unwrapped my fingers from his cock before pushing his boxers down and off of him. Once his boxers were off he picked me back up and carried me over to the shower starting it and checking the temperature before stepping inside. We were in there until the water turned cold and we were both shivering, Happy wrapped a towel around me and then himself and we had to hurry to get dressed.

“Are we going to your house later?” I asked as I pulled on my pencil skirt.

“Don’t wear that.” Happy said suddenly.

“What?” I looked at him confused.

“That skirt,” Happy nodded at it.

“Why shouldn’t I?” I asked

“Doesn’t look good on you.” Happy said and I narrowed my eyes at him.

“You want to try that again before you get smacked?” I asked crossing my arms over my chest. His eyes going down to my breasts for a second before coming back up to my eyes. “Hap!”

“The guys like that skirt on you.” He grumbled and I raised an eyebrow at him.

“Seriously?” I frowned and I turned to find a nice off the shoulder top. “Fuck you.”

“You just did.” Happy smirked.

“Hap, this is such bullshit.” I snapped.

“What?” He looked at me confused.

“This jealousy shit! You just told me that I looked ugly in a skirt because you can’t handle guys who aren’t fucking me, looking at me.” I put on the shirt and tucked it into the skirt before zipping it up.

“I’m not jealous.” Happy scoffed throwing on his kutte without a shirt on.

“Then what is it because it sure as fuck seems like jealousy.”

“I don’t like crossing swords remember.”

“How about this, I’ll tell you who I’m sleeping with and you can buy more condoms. Double up if you’re so worried.” I snapped before grabbing my shoes. Happy narrowed his eyes at me and didn’t say another word as he left, slamming the front door behind him. I sighed and picked Sammy up, nuzzling him softly. “Guess daddy’s mad at mommy.”

Sammy looked up at me and licked my nose with a soft whine and I kissed the top of his head. I gently set him down before I finished getting ready, picking him back up as I left the room.

“Let’s go get you some things before work!” I told Sammy excitedly before grabbing my purse, phone, and keys. Locking up my house behind me, I headed out to my car and set Sammy in the passenger seat. I get in the driver’s seat and drove to the store. I took Sammy into the store, luckily it was okay to have him with me. No one would have said anything to me anyway, everyone in Charming knew I was a friend to the club. I got Sammy everything he would need and some cute clothes that would be adorable on him. I pulled into my usual parking spot and put Sammy’s new collar, tags, and leash on before getting out of the car with him. As soon as we were near the open garage doors, a crowd of the guys surrounded me and Sammy.

“Who’s this cute guy?” Juice asked.

“Can I hold him!?” Tig asked.

“Aye, lass tha’s a handsome boy.” Chibs smiled and kneeled down to pet him as the others did the same. Sammy barked happily and soaked up all the attention.

“What’s his name?” Opie asked.

“His name is Sammy,” I told them with a smile and noticed Happy still in the garage working on a car, pointedly ignoring me. I bit my lip and looked back to the boys loving on Sammy.

“Sammy, that’s a cute name,” Juice said and I smiled as I remembered the look on Happy’s face.

“Thank you, Juice,” I told him.

“Where did you get him?” Tig asked before he and Chibs looked up at me.

“Umm…” I paused and my eyes went back to Happy for a second before looking back at them. “I went to the shelter yesterday.”

“Uh huh,” Chibs smirked and I narrowed my eyes at him. Why was he acting weird?

“Sorry boys, Sammy and I need to get to work before Gemma kills me.” I smiled and lead Sammy to the office as a chorus of sad awes came from behind us. I giggled and Gemma looked up as we entered the office, her gaze going down to Sammy.

“And who’s this handsome boy?” Gemma asked as a smile broke out over her face.

“This is Sammy, my new baby,” I told her and Sammy ran over to her, she bent down and picked him up.

“Why hello there, Sammy.” Gemma smiled and pet his head softly. “I’m going to be sticking around until lunch today.”

“Whatever you want to do.” I smiled. “You’re the boss.” Gemma and I worked on some paperwork up until it was almost time for lunch. Happy came into the office, scowling and threw the paperwork on the desk.

“I’m not fucking working on this car.” Happy growled at me, I looked at him in surprise.

“What?” I said in shock.

“I’m not working on this computerized piece of shit from hell.” He growled.

“Well too bad the other guys are booked and you’re the only one left,” I told him honestly. I’d been easing up on giving him the newer cars.

“Bullshit! Give it to someone else, fucking bitch.” He snapped. My jaw dropped, I stared at him for a minute before picking up Sammy and standing up.

“Gemma, I’m going on my lunch break,” I said, my voice quivering as I tried hard not to start crying. I left the office and went into the clubhouse, heading for my dorm, locking it behind me. I barely made it in the room before I started crying, holding Sammy close.

Happy’s POV

I don’t know what happened, the fight this morning, you wearing the tight skirt, and seeing the new car had sent me over the edge. I really didn’t mean to call you a bitch and regretted it as soon as it was out, the hurt look on your face made me feel like I was stabbed in the gut. I wanted to run after you but a loud slam made me look at Gemma, she was glaring at me from over by the metal cabinets.

“What the fuck was that!?” Gemma hissed at me and I tried to keep a neutral face but shit was this woman scary.

“Gem…” I started but she cut me off.

“No! You know what Happy only 5-year-olds pull on girl’s pigtails when they like them. Are you going to tell me you have the emotional maturity of a 5-year-old!?” Gemma slammed down the folder she was holding.

“Gem, I don’t…” I began again but she glared at me.

“You better fucking apologize, Hap. If you don’t fix this, I’ll make you regret it.” Gemma snarled. “Now get the fuck out of my office and work on that fucking car!” I booked it out of the office and back into the garage.

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I Wanna Dance With Somebody: Chapter 1- The Shittiest Night Of Our Lives

Story Pairings: Boyf riends, Pinkberry, RichJake

Chapter Characters: Michael Mells, Brooke Lohst, Jeremy Heere

Chapter Warnings: Panic Attack (think that's it)

Summary: On the night of the Halloween Party, Michael is about halfway through having his infamous panic attack when Brooke comes tumbling into the bathroom, in the middle of her very own teenage angst. Michael lets her stay and the two sit in the bathtub and bond over their anger at their friends/super-mega-crushes. That’s when they get the idea to start fake dating to both get back at Jeremy and Chloe and win them over. Chaos, bonding, and gay ensue.

Authors’ Note: So we got this idea for a BMC fic and decided why not. To be absolutely clear- Michael and Brooke are not endgame. They’re just cute, platonic chaos gays. Enjoy! - Aly and Nik

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“He went crazy trying to get it out !”

The air in the bathroom turned ice cold. Michael could feel his heart beating in his chest rapidly as if he’d drank one can too many of Red Bull. It was hard for him to believe that the boy standing in front of him was the same boy who’d been his best friend since pre-school. Because the Jeremy Heere before him was almost unrecognizable.

“Then I have nothing to worry about. Why would I want that?” The words cut into him, and Michael could feel small cracks forming in his heart. Jeremy looked away from him, jaw set as he moved for the door. Michael moved with him, refusing to let this go. Jeremy was going to end up hurt if he didn’t do something. He just had to make him listen . “Move.”

“Or you’ll what?”

“Get out of my way. Loser. ” Michael stared directly into those blue eyes. They were as cold as ice, glaring into Michael’s like he was a bug under his shoe. His chest felt heavy, his heart beginning to ache as it tried to jump from his chest. Holding back thick tears, he moved out of Jeremy’s way silently. The boy brushed past him, purposefully knocking Michael’s shoulder with his own as he left Michael behind. He didn’t even glance back, slamming the door shut. Michael flinched at the sound, letting out a shaky breath. His entire body felt numb as he stared at the wall blankly. He couldn’t think, couldn’t see, hecouldn’tbreathe- whycouldn’thebreathe-

“Hello?!” A sharp knock cut through the air, pulling Michael from his daze. “Some of us have to pee!”

“I’m having my period!” He called weakly, wanting to slam his face into the wall. Idiot, absolutefuckingidiot .

“...Take your time honey.” The voice answered gently, and Michael let out another ragged breath. He needed to sit down. His legs could barely hold him upright, his knees like jelly. He felt around blindly, his hand curling around the cool, porcelain of the bathtub. He guided himself into it, breath coming in short, rapid gasps.

He felt pathetic -he was pathetic- sitting here all by himself. He was in a fucking bathroom at the biggest party of the year, while Jeremy was out there having the time of his life. He’d probably found someone new to hang out with, someone to replace Michael. Like he was some broken toy.

The thought made him begin to shake uncontrollably, his vision narrowing till all he saw was the smooth bottom of the tub, his ears filled with the loud thumping of his still racing heart and some girl singing to a Whitney Houston song outside the door. The type of girl he and Jeremy would usually make fun of…

Michael pulled his knees to his chest, burrowing his head in between them. He was going to be sick, he just knew it. Everything was so loud, tooloud- ohgoditwastooloudmakeitstopplease-

A sudden, high-pitched shriek made him jump, head snapping up to see-

Oh, you had to be fucking kidding me right now …

Standing in front of him was Brooke Lohst, in all her glory. She was wearing the skimpiest dog costume he’d ever laid eyes on, with almost everything on display. It was everything a teenage boy could’ve wanted. Except for him. Everything he’d ever wanted had just told him he was a loser and then left him without a second glance.

“What are you doing in here?” Brooke questioned, her voice hollow and broken. It was only then that Michael realized that she was crying. Her usually flawless makeup was coming down her cheeks in streaks, face flushed a depressing shade of red as she stared at him with as much poise as a crying girl in a poodle costume could muster. He stared at her for a minute, trying to get his voice box to work.

“Having the shittiest night of my life.” He answered finally, resting his chin on top of his knees. Brooke slowly raised her hand, wiping at the makeup-stained tear marks on her cheeks.

“Same.” They sat there in silence for a moment, Michael silently debating what to do. Sure he kind of hated Brooke- not only because she was a bully but because she stole Jeremy from him- but she looked as shitty as he felt, which was concerning.

“Do you… do you wanna get in the tub with me?” He asked hesitantly, watching Brooke’s face twist in disgust. He quickly realized how that sounded, clearing his throat in embarrassment. “N-Not like that. Just-”

Groaning, he buried his face back in his knees. He wanted the Earth to just open up and swallow him whole, just to get out of this awkward situation. After a few moments, he heard Brooke’s slow footsteps coming closer. Lifting his head, he watched as she lowered herself into the opposite end of the tub carefully. She pulled her almost completely bare legs to her chest, the tags on the collar around her neck jingling quietly as she placed her chin on her knees in a position that mirrored his.

This was officially simultaneously the worst and weirdest night of his life.

“Am I ugly or something?” Brooke asked suddenly, making Michael pause. When he didn’t offer a reply, Brooke gazed directly into his eyes with fresh tears already forming. “No, seriously? Like, am I just hideous to look at?”

Michael’s mouth opened and closed quite a few time before he could force the ‘no’ from his throat. Looking dissatisfied, Brooke wiped at her cheek again.

“Then what is it about me that makes guys want to cheat on me? I don’t get what’s wrong with me.” Her voice broke, fresh tears beginning to fall again. “I try so hard, so fucking hard so that people will like me. I’m beautiful, I’m popular, I’m on the honor roll. But it doesn’t even matter, does it? All anyone is ever going to see me as is ‘Brooke Lohst, second best’. My own supposed ‘best friend’ doesn’t even respect me enough to not screw the guys I’m dating! And I just-”

Brooke let out an ugly sob, placing a hand over her eyes. Tears continue to slide between her fingertips, the small droplets plopping quietly on to the tub’s white floor.

“I’ve had a crush on my best friend for four years,” He admitted quietly, turning away when Brooke’s green eyes found his. “And tonight, he basically told me that I wasn’t good enough for him anymore. E-Even after all the things we’ve been through. Twelve years of him being my friend- my only friend- and he just throws it all away.”

Michael didn’t take his gaze off the sink, though he could feel Brooke watching him still.

“It’s definitely not the same thing, but it sucks just as much,” He let out a hollow laugh, tears coming down his face even quicker. “Pathetic, isn’t it?”

“Then I guess we’re both pretty pathetic.” She answered, and Michael finally turned to look at her. She gave him a sad smile, sticking out her ‘paw-glove’ clad hand. “Brooke Lohst.”

“Nice to meet you, Brooke,” He shook her hand, a smile tugging at the corner of his lips at the absurdity of the situation. He was in a bathtub, at a party with the second most popular girl at school. “I’m Michael Mell.”

“Nice to meet you, Michael.”

“I don’t get how this is supposed to help,” Brooke whined, stabbing her straw into her slushie. She looked completely ridiculous in a poodle costume, sat upon the hood of Michael’s shitty 2007 PT Cruiser and holding a bright blue slushie in the 7-11 parking lot at two o’clock in the morning. Michael sat beside her, slurping on his red one like it was the last one he’d ever have.

“The cold helps to freeze your heart so that you can’t feel any more pain.” Michael joked, shrugging sarcastically. Brooke giggled, taking a hesitant sip of the ice cold drink. “Good?”

“I like Pinkberry better,” She sighed, taking another long sip of the slushie. “But this is okay, for now.”

“Maybe tomorrow.” Michael hummed, fiddling with his straw. Music was coming from his headphone, the faded sound of Bob Marley helping to fill the comfortable silence between the two.

“Tomorrow?” Brooke questioned, turning to look at him.

“O-Oh, I just kinda assumed- I mean-” Brooke giggled at his flustered expression, nudging him with her arm.

“I would love to hang out with you tomorrow. Not like I have anywhere else to be…” She trailed off quietly, staring at the bright neon sign on the store in front of them for a long while. “Do you…”

“Do I…?”

“Do you think that stupid computer made him cheat on me?” She asked, sounding a little hopeful. It had taken a while to convince Brooke about the SQUIP, mostly because of how ridiculous it sounded, but she'd quickly come around at the slight chance that yet another boyfriend cheating on her hadn't actually been her fault. Michael glanced down at her, straw between his teeth.

“I wouldn’t be surprised. That fucking thing is making Jeremy act all kinds of weird.” Michael's leg began to bounce, sitting still becoming to constricting. “Whoever that person is… it’s not Jeremy. Jeremy- the Jeremy I know- is kind, and funny and smart. I mean, yeah, he’s a bit of a tool sometimes- but he cares . He cares so much.”

Brooke blinks at him owlishly.

“You’re so gay it’s not even funny,” Brooke said finally, and Michael couldn’t help the laugh the ripped its way from his throat. Brooke joined in, giggling furiously. And in that moment, they weren’t the school stoner and the second-hottest girl in school. They were just Michael and Brooke, two very gay (bi, in Brooke’s case), very lonely kids who had found someone who understood them just a bit better than everyone else.

“You know what we should do?” Brooke gazed at him mischievously, laughter still bubbling in her throat.

“What?” Michael asked teasingly.

“We should date, just to make them jealous.” Michael looked at her sideways, tilting his head in confusion.

“Brooke, you realize I’m strictly into dudes, right? Like you’re amazing, don’t get me wrong. But you kinda don’t have the right… parts for me.”

Rolling her eyes, the girl slid off the hood of the car, dramatically placing her hands on her hips.

“I know that, silly. I didn’t mean we should actually date .” Brooke wrinkled her nose on the word, her tone suggesting she found the whole idea revolting.

“Feeling really flattered here, Lohst.” He said dryly, slurping his drink.

“You know what I mean! I just mean that we should pretend. Make them think we’re dating. Show them how happy we are without them!” Michael considered her words, narrowing his eyes at her suspiciously.

“Do you really think that’ll work?” He asked, considering the girl. She had a determined fire glowing in her green eyes, smirking at him like a wolf closing in on its prey. It was… unsettling to say the least.

“It worked for Chloe and Jake last year. She fake-dated Dustin Kropp to make him jealous, and they got back together the next month. It’s totally fool-proof!”

Despite Brooke’s confidence, Michael couldn’t help but feel a nervous pit in his stomach. It didn’t sound as simple to him as it probably did to Brooke. She’d dated a bunch of guys (and a girl or two) before, but Michael had only ever loved and wanted one person. He wasn’t sure he could do it. Not with Jeremy probably watching his every move.

But why would he watch you? He asked himself, feeling cold. He’s made it very clear that he thinks you’re beneath him. So why not make him regret it?

Looking at Brooke’s expectant face, he nodded firmly.

“I’m in.” He proclaimed determinedly. Brooke squealed loudly, throwing her arms around his neck roughly. Michael paused for a moment, before wrapping his arms around Brooke’s small frame. It felt nice to be hugged like this- like she cared about him. It had been a while since he and Jeremy had done something like that, his heart clenching at the thought. He held onto Brooke tightly for a long while, before pulling back reluctantly.

“Oh, this is going to be so much fun!” She giggled, pulling back to smile at him brightly. She brandished her slushie at him proudly. “To our new relationship!”

Michael smirked a little, rolling his eyes in exasperation.

“To our new relationship.”

Chapter 2 --->

[k-kizkhalifa]

We Waited

Summary:  [Part 4 of the KidgeAU Series] Keith's only turning 19 once, after all. [Kidge AU. Season 4. Support/Romance/Fluff.] Warnings:  Spoiler warnings for Season 4. Underage relationship. Kidge AU. Word Count: 1632 Pairing/Fandom: Katie/Pidge & Keith. Kidge. / Voltron. VLD. 

Pidge had taken extra care to clean up her room, or at least the part Keith would be seeing, and was lounging across her bed trying for subtle and comfortable though she had a feeling as she watched herself reflected on the camera screen that she was coming across as nervous and tense as she felt.

The two had rescheduled this call almost five times in the past two weeks and she was determined to have it today. Especially seeing as today was his birthday.

"Green," Keith answered after the 15th ring - not that she had been counting, "give me a few and I'll call you back?"

Pidge forgot her nerves and shot a glare, "no Keith..." she groaned quietly, "you said that two days ago."

He chuckled and adjusted the small handheld tablet, "fine I just want to change, was all." He paused a moment peering past the camera and she watched the screen give a small jostle before steadying itself. "Can I just put you down for a moment to change then?"

"Nope," her glare fell off and she grinned, "go on, change."

"You're a bit bossy when you got your technology to hide behind, Pidge." She blushed when he said her name - well her almost name, and gave a small laugh, "now I know the secret." He continued, very obviously struggling to get the black bodysuit off as he juggled her from hand to hand.

"Secret?"

"To getting that spit fire attitude of yours to come out."

"What's that?"

Keith paused with a huff, "two computer screens. Listen, Green, I'm setting you down for ten seconds max I'll deal with your anger." And before the words even left his mouth the camera panned down and to the wood of a desk before blackness followed.

"...7, 8, 9 -."

"Not even ten," he rushed, his smile wide as the camera panned back up his body to his face and he flopped down on his own bed, "hi."

"Hi."

The one was grinning, one giggling and both quiet as they shared a small look. Keith shifted slightly and Pidge still in her same pose laid back against her pillows.

"Did you clean your room?"

She laughed suddenly, moving the camera to show off a better room shot, "mostly..."

"Finally." He chuckled, "oh, look," he added holding up the tablet to show her his small room - which was practically bare. Save three pictures he had on his night stand that she never brought up. One of her and him, one of the Paladin's and one of his father. "It's all set up, Kolivan said he didn't mind if any of the Paladin's were to visit us. So I mean..."

"I like the sound of that," Pidge answered, "We're supposed to be doing some rebuild missions over the next few weeks maybe I can help you all with your tracking? I'm sure the others won't mind and if there is an emergency well..."

"You have a hypersonic lion that can take you to the team?"

"Oh, that's right," she laughed, "that old thing."

Keith smiled softly relaxing back against his own pillows and propping her up beside him on the stand, "think of all the fun you'll have here." He added sarcastically, "Kolivan's a bit hard to get along with but well... so are most of the Blades. I'm the only human y'know?"

"Half-Human," she corrected with a wink, "is everyone of you all at least part Galra?"

"Nah," Keith shook his head, "kinda like the freedom fighters except, we're a bit more mercenary-esque."

"Just my type," she said quickly, giving her eyebrows a playful wiggle.

"Are you flirting with me, Green?"

"One of us have to do it every now and then." She smirked, and brushed her bangs out of her face. She wasn't wearing the glasses, he noticed, she hadn't worn them much since they found Matt. Keith had to admit he preferred her like this. She had the most beautiful eyes.

"I could flirt with you," he said, tucking his hand behind his head, "so much you'd hate it." Her nerves flashed across her face, and she drug her eyes away from his body for a moment. Keith grinned to himself, shaking his head, "you're so adorable."

"Shut up."

He snorted, "well, that's why I don't flirt with you. I almost forgot for a moment." Pidge rolled her eyes and sat up slightly, Keith noticed she was tucked into his red and white jacket - like she usually was, and cleared his throat to gather her attention again, "why don't you get more comfortable, Green?"

"I am comfortable?"

"I mean like take the jacket off?" He suggested, "I'm here tonight." He gave a small shoulder shrug, watching as she fidgeted with the zipper for a moment, "if you want, of course."

Pidge unzipped the jacket after a moment and slid it off her arms, he could hear it off screen dropping, "I feel naked without it."

"You're most certainly not." He said with a raised eyebrow, she had a sweater shirt on still.

"I mean I know!" She laughed, "just feels weird." He hummed watching her tug on the collar of her sweater before it was pulled over her head and left her in a tank top, then she snuggled back against the pillows and gave a slow nod, "alright, comfy. Are you?"

"I am," Keith answered, giving a small stretch with his arms as he laid back more, the top of his are chest visible. "I'm tired," he added quietly, "we had a long day."

"Ah," she frowned, "it's hard to do this so far apart."

"Do what?"

"Celebrate," she whispered, "I'll make it up to you next year. I promise."

"Celebrate?"

Pidge stared at her tablet in shock, her eyes wide with it, "It's your birthday Keith!"

"Oh..." the man chuckled after a moment and shook his head, "this is the best birthday I can even remember, then."

"Sorry our lives are so crazy right now."

"That's not your fault, Green."

Pidge frowned, squeezing one of her pillows tightly, "I know we're not like a normal couple but I can't help and wish sometimes we could be a bit more normal."

"We're far more normal than most, I'd say."

"Don't you want breakfast in bed and I don't know... bad movies, late nights with cuddles? Homemade burnt cake that you eat anyway because you love me and probably a bad present because I wouldn't know what to get you?"

Keith chuckled quietly, hiding his smile. Pidge was so mature all the time it was hard to remember this whole thing was new to her, the idea of relationships was romanticized and elaborate to her. He forgot that sometimes, and while it interested him - sure, this was more perfect than she would ever realize.

"That sounds great," he finally answered, "but, Pidge, this is perfect for now."

"You didn't even know it was your birthday."

"I forgot," he tried, "I had a long day, Green, that's all." He pulled his tablet closer, "you know what?"

"Hm?"

"The only thing that would make this day better is you being right next to me, so this is absolutely perfect."

"Soon."

"Exactly," he smiled, "you can sing for me, though?"

Pidge shook her head, "get over yourself Blade."

"There she is," he smiled, "I really ought to keep a screen between us more often, then maybe you wouldn't get all nervous when I touch you?"

"Don't think that'll work," Pidge sighed, letting her eyes fall shut with her smile, "you're like a fantasy in real life."

"A fantasy?"

"Yeah, a fantasy," She peeked her right eye open and shook her head, "no, I won't tell you about the fantasy."

"It could be my birthday present?"

Pidge flushed, "no way, Keith Kogan!"

"Pretty please, Katie Holt?" She flashed her eyes to his, scanning the screen slowly and suddenly a sadness seemed to be shared between the both of them. Their eyes reflecting it as they shared the look, "we should get some sleep, Green," Keith suggested quietly.

Pidge nodded slowly, burrowing against the pillow she was holding, "will you stay with me tonight?"

"Of course," Keith answered immediately, "we could do this more often if you'd like."

"Are you sure?"

"I am now," he smiled, watching as she pulled the blanket up around herself and he could imagine her tucking her legs over the end before extending a knee so it curved as she stretched out. That same knee that often ended up pushing into his back until he rolled over and held her, when they were together.

He missed that feeling, a lot.

"It'd be like sleeping together," Pidge was saying as Keith focused back in, making himself comfortable as well, "Keith," she added quietly, her eyes shut again and her voice low, "happy birthday, I love you."

"I love you too," he said softly, shutting his own eyes slowly, "thank you for spending time with me tonight."

"I'll make the next one better, promise."

Keith chuckled, "alright, good night Pidge."

She looked up studying him through the screen for a moment, again, "you can call me Katie."

"Katie," he answered, opening his own eyes, "good night Katie."

"Good night Keith."