#my heart is racing.. im going to go sit down and eat and distract myself but wow

[kuromi-hoemie]

im gonna go sit down.. but hi my inbox is open for the night maybe 0:

[alexturnerpet]

୨⎯ 𝐒𝐭𝐚𝐥𝐞𝐦𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐏𝐭. 𝐈𝐈𝐈 ⎯୧

𝘗𝘵. 𝘐 | 𝘗𝘵. 𝘐𝘐 | 𝘗𝘵. 𝘐𝘝

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This one goes out to my baby girl @tragiclilb. I see your comments and they make me smile. I'm lurking and I'm stalking when you least expect it....

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Every night after that day, the same memory of Alex would stay in the back of your mind. It was nearly impossible to sleep without thinking about seeing the bus get farther away, leaving you behind.

Your friends mocked you relentlessly, which made you regret even telling them in the first place. They found it hard to believe that there was something between you two. And you not being able to explain how your simple exchange had actually meant a lot more wasn't helping.

"You're being delusional. Im sure he does that to all his fans."

And maybe they were right, but something deep in you knew they were wrong. That things could've gone differently if your friends didn't arrive the time they did.

You tried not thinking about it too often. It was all too depressing and it never failed on taking your mood down.

A week after the events of the festival, you decided to treat yourself by going to the bakery just a few blocks from where you lived. Normally you'd drive, but you took the opportunity to clear your mind and walked there.

The busy street certainly did its job of being your distraction. The constant sound of cars beeping and the endless conversations happening around you helped keep Alex off your mind.

But, you couldn't go 2 seconds without having someone come up to you and asking you if you were interested in the mormon church.

Only then did you slightly regret your decision.

Finally, you made it there after many religious ambushes. The second you opened the door the smell of coffee and pastries filled your senses, instantly making your mouth water. You looked towards the glass displays of breads that were baked that very morning.

You made your pick and went over to the counter, ordering eagerly and making sure to leave a tip before you left to take a seat. You never even noticed the stare you'd been receiving from across the bakery.

You fiddled with the receipt in your hand, not really paying attention to your surroundings.

You felt a soft tap on your shoulder, taking you out of your trance. You looked up only for the person in front of you to leave you speechless.

"Hi."

In hindsight that was the most basic greeting ever, but it was the interaction that you had been thinking about for days, the words you wish you would've heard that night at the festival.

And there Alex stood, sporting an almost nervous smile as he held onto his cup.

"Hi, what are you doing here?" You were so queasy that you didn't notice until you already said it how rude your words came off.

Nevertheless Alex just laughed it off and you were thankful he didn't take it any other way.

"Im sorry that's not what I meant." you awkwardly smiled.

"No don't worry about it, but to answer your question, I was just sitting here when I noticed you walk in. I instantly recognized you so I just had to come and say hi." he explained.

Your heart raced at the fact that he still recognized you, and the idea of him still thinking about you too made you even more jittery.

"Well I'm glad you did, I'm sorry I didn't get to introduce myself that night. It's been eating me up ever since." you replied, your cheeks still burning from the earlier embarrassment.

His face visibly lightened up. Truthfully, Alex would've thought that you had already let go and forgotten about that night. He also wondered what could've been that night if Matt hadn't told him they were in a rush.

When Alex was told this, he turned back to look at you, hoping you'd call out for him or something, he wanted a reason to go back. But you seemed to be preoccupied, and again the same thoughts returned.

He knew there'd be a slight chance that he'd actually be able to make it work with you. He knew instantly when he saw how you were looking at him from that crowd that he didn't want to be just friends.

But after that night, he was trying to come to terms with the fact that he'd never see you again but it was easier said than done. You'd left a stain in his mind and he wasn't too sure himself if he wanted it to go away.

So when he saw you in the bakery, he knew it'd had to have been fate and he wasn't about to pass up the opportunity.

[yaomomvs]

TAKE OUR HAND

seijoh x manager!reader

in which aoba johsai vbc just wants you to take their hand, just as the many times they have reached for yours when they needed it

pls i’m sorry i just wrote this for comfort, in having a terrible week and so, i just really need my seijoh boys to comfort me even if it’s just in my head and just so you know, and as i’ve been trying to convince myself, things always get better

tuesday, [15:56 pm]

“nice kill yahaba senpai!��� kindaichi congratulates his upperclassman.

his voice makes you react, it scared you. still holding your pen and the notebook you always carry around even on normal practice days, your hand threatens you in the most scary way possible.

fuck no, just... breathe.

you are quick to leave aside the notes, and so, you look around to the boys, who just after the coach’s whistle sounds they are quick to approach your spot.

you take the water bottles as quickly as you can.

“oh y/n-san, i know we are irresistible but you can’t just slack off admiring us!” makki teases you laughing.

“if our dear manager is admiring someone is obviously me” oikawa says, before taking a sip of his bottle, slightly making you blush even more.

“i don’t think she likes idiots who still watch youtube conspiracy videos at 3am”

“iwa!”

“weren’t you the one with a secret obsession for romance manga, iwaizumi?” it’s mattsun time to expose his friend. iwai mi doesn’t hesitate and he runs directly to matsukawa, while kunimi brings out his phone to start recording the chaos in the gym.

you don’t listen.

your head hurts, and then, you once again feel this weird thing in you stomach. you have been feeling like this for the past week, and you try to ignore it . but sometimes, you just want the world to stop.

you can’-

“y/n senpai?” watari calls your name, and you notice his furrowed brows looking at you, worried. you blink and correct your posture. you had just zooned out. “is everything ok?”

“ah yes watari kun!” you force your self to sound relaxed because you feel the sudden gaze of the entire team “i was just thinking in a smart way to insult oikawa, but i’m worried he won’t understand tho”

“hey! you said i was your favorite”

you fake laugh once again assuring everyone that you were just fine. the day goes on, and somehow is becomes more difficult to just stay down not worrying about anything.

and they notice.

you don’t walk home with the guys today. instead you run to the bus not before excusing yourself with an ‘urgent family thing’

“just please don’t let makki eat so much ramen today!” you giggle as you run to the bus “i’m not in the mood to dealing with diarrea!”

“that was a secret between us darling!” the pink haired guy screams cheeks blushing.

and maybe you were just too distracted, but before you face them away some of them notice how quick your smile fades.

“you know guys” yahaba is quick to say “call me crazy but, why did she lie?”

—

wednesday, [10:22 am]

when was the last time you actually enjoyed school? not practice, but school itself. seeing numbers everyday in the board that you don’t understand is frustrating. your throat hurts, there’s has been a not there since the begging of the day.

swallow it, y/n, dammit

you decided to take this class, don’t blame the world, blame yourself. isn’t it supposed to be simple? why isn’t it being simple? is that... 

"Square root of 57 is equal to Xo, miss" 

"alright!" 

it is not like it’s a race, you want to say. why was the teacher obsessed with speed?, it’s unfair. your time is not the same as that of others. 

you drop the pencil and you recline in your chair, why couldn’t you do operations and analysis as fast as they could? you take a look around and the eyes of others look frightening. you see ambition, you see security, you see admiration.

the bell rings and you just want to run, and well in a way you end up doing it. leaving your homeroom, you tell your friends that for today you want to be alone, the halls of aoba johsai are big, for your fortune or misfortune. you go to the vending machine and when your drink falls, the minimum noise makes you startle, lately it’s like that, small noises or actions affect you way too much.

and iwaizumi notices it.

you don’t make a single move, it’s just the cold drink resting on your hands. and before iwaizumi could stop mattsun, he was already putting his hand on your shoulder.

“y/n!”

the orange juice spills and once again fear takes hold of you.

you see them both, you’re not stupid and you know hajime stares at you weirdly, and now mattsun, you hide your fear it a bit worse than yesterday, but you do anyways.

"someday, Matsukawa-san, YOU’RE GOING TO KILL ME! and what will you do without me?" you try to say cheerful, wanting to take away the suspicion, for a moment it works.

"flunk history, that leads me to..." 

"no, sweeheart, i won’t give you my homework" 

you walk and both guys follow you, one faster than another, very naive of the situation. "I begin to believe you hate me," says Mattsun, as the three sit on a bench near the school cafeteria casually encountering kunimi who quickly joins you, patting the folds of your skirt as you sit down, you rest on the table and admire his needy expression and as the tantrum of mattsun grows.

minutes go by, your chest pain grows, but somehow you know how to let it go.

 with your hands supporting your face, lunch passes between you and kunimi, you try to talk, you really try. 

but still, your eyes just glow, and kunimi notices how it’s not the glow you always have.

—

thursday [12:03]

your head is spinning, you can feel the cold sweat. will this be the time? why do you feel so small? why can’t you say it?

it’s familiar, you recognize this feeling, an ocean, you’re floating, you know you can swim, but, you’re in the middle of nowhere, you look down. Out of nowhere the intimidating depth of the ocean is beneath you. And then, you sink. You feel like you’re drowning, you feel like you’re fighting the tide, but you just can’t do it.

i just need...

no, it’s not time yet, it’s still training. the boys... you’re the one who should take care of them, you’re the one who has to be be fine. they had no time to lose, they had a goal and for the moment that was the most important thing.

On that bench, your gaze is absent, you know it is so.

and through the window that overlooks your classroom, oikawa notices it too

“y/n...” he mumbled.

of course he’d noticed. at first it was not so clear, but now he remembers.

when kindaichi pinned your dark circles to him, while admiring you by fitting volleyballs in a way not of your own.

makki watches oikawa from your side, you don’t even know the pink-haired guy is there, unaware that he’s sitting next to you. but he notices. he’s been noticing for days that your eyes are threatening to close in the middle of class.

hanamaki catches your attention and instantly that mask you’ve been wearing for weeks appears again.

"hanamaki, i’m fine"

it doesn’t convince them. they both look out the window and nod.

oikawa notices, and god, he wished he had no reason to.

—

friday [14:00 pm]

breathe.

please just... breathe.

you’re fed up. the feeling of guilt and discomfort is still there, can’t you be calm? people don’t need to know, but why do you want to shout it?

the dressing room is alone, the girls from the soccer team are out and it’s your only chance.

the team needs you, hold on a little.

your footsteps are heard in the hallway once again, a symphony you’re tired of listening to.

your chest hurts, your heart is aching, but you just need a little more. hands are shaking, the cold in your body, you need to stop.

you have to make them stop.

but when you walk into the gym, even with your eyes down, all you feel is warm. and it’s because, the boys were standing, aligned begging for you.

no, they beg for your sake.

and everything stops.

one hand from him on your neck, and one hand around your shoulders.

because oikawa, without warning, now has you in his arms.

and then, only then, you break.

tears don’t take long to come out, along with desperate sobs. your legs fail and out of nowhere, you and oikawa are on your knees.

with an alarmed look, the whole club runs towards both, surrounding you as sensibly as possible.

"i’m sorry, i’m sorry I’M SORRY" is heard from you, between hiccups.

“love, listen...” iwaizumi approaches you,somehow he managed to catch up with you, somehow he managed to hold your hand.

"i promise i didn’t want to, but i can’t, i can’t anymore, why can’t i? i try and i try and i keep trying but it’s never enough! IM TIRED OF SEEING SOMETHING AND NOT BEING ABLE TO PROCESS IT LIKE THE OTHERS. I’M TIREDD OF NEVER FULFILLING WHAT I SHOULD”

yahaba’s heart aches, and just as most of the team, is shocked.

your hands, oh your adorable hands, those hands that bandage his in the middle of an important game, he sees them shaking horribly between iwaizumi’s.

“AND I’M SCARED, WHAT IF I LOSE YOU BECAUSE OF THAT BECAUSE OF ME? BECAUSE OF HOW I AM I-“

watari is quick to place your hair gently behind your ear, a kunimi covers you with his jacket.

���I LOOK IN THE MIRROR AND I DONT RECOGNIZE MYSELF” you lower your voice, its cracked now “oikawa I don’t recognize myself, I want to be me again" you whisper, and a knot appears in the captain’s throat, and he puts a hand on your cheek "please... just let me be me again" your throat burns, your eyes get redder.

the gym goes silent, your words still echoing in everyone’s head.

“why didn’t you-“

“i just couldn’t” you blame yourself cutting oikawa off “look at us! we are waisting time on me when we should be- i’m the one who has to- im you support not-“

“hey hey, love...” iwaizumi whispers his voice is filled with sweetness, letting you sit correctly and softly rubbing his thumb in your hands “how many times have you been there for us? y/n your hand is always there”

“that’s true” kyotani says, finally saying something, emotions overwhelmed him a lot, but he genuinely wanted to help you.

“there’s something about you, there’s light” kindaichi follows up.

“no matter where, or how bad we are, somehow you always are helping us stand up” mattsun also tries to carefully approach you, he wants nothing more for you to feel safe.

and oikawa’s arms were still around you. he never stopped.

“we have reached your hand so many times, so now it’s time for you to please take ours” oikawa holds you face, and you see the sincerity and kindness behind his brown eyes, it feels like home.

mattsun does a sign asking the coach for a day off, both of them smile tenderly at you and give the green flag. iwa and makki are next to hold you carefully helping you stand up. they help you stop shaking but it’s mad dog the one who wipes your tears away with a tissue watari handled him. still not knowing if he did it the right way. you still feel kunimi’s scent. you still see kindaichi holding your school bag making sure nothing is missing. yahaba is the one bringing you water. and oikawa still refuses to let you go.

all of them feel like home.

“thank you”

and that’s how you know everything is going to feel fine.

because this club was yours and you were theirs.

this was home.

[honeypirate]

Just an Extra

Bakugou x yn

((I forced myself to finish this no matter how it turned out so I’m sorry if it’s rushed. I needed to finish something again.))

“I can’t believe Aizawa stopped the race like that”

Bakugou aggressively kicked a rock on the walk back to your homes. You just left the school pool after some training before the summer camp. “They’re not only our completion tho, they’re our friends” you say and place a hand on his shoulder to try and ease some of his tension. “I won’t let them get ahead of me! Isn’t that what being the best is?!” His whole body is tensed and his fists clenched. You softly wrap your arms around his body from the back, laying your cheek between his shoulders and your arms tight around his stomach. “Suki..” you whisper “you will be the number one hero, I know you will, but please take care of yourself. You don’t have to fight alone. You don’t have to be alone” you can feel his body relax a little and he sets his hands softly against yours on his stomach as he sighs “y/n. ..” his voice was soft and kind, something you hardly ever heard from him.

Before he can continue you hear footsteps running up behind you and you drop your arms from him and step away quickly. He glares at you “Don’t be an idiot. I know I’m not alone. there’s only one number one hero and that’s going to be me” he shouts just as Kirishima appears next to you “woah Bakugou no need to be such a dick to her” you just smile curtly and continue to walk home.

Kirishima talked the entire walk back, you all live on the same route so you walk together home, you hardly said a thing. Your home was first and so you just waved and ran inside.

It always happened like that. You’d be kind to him and he’d almost be nice back but then he’d shout in your face.

“You were amazing Bakugou!” Squeeze his hand. He whips his hand from your grasp and shouts “I’m always amazing! Idiot!”

“Katsuki are you okay?” You’d be worried and he’d waiver and almost let you hug him, before shoving you away “I’m fine, extra.”

Once when you were walking home with him, you almost went to touch his arm, almost went to say something nice to him. You knew he had a bad day. But you were tired of being yelled at by him. That’s when you learned to keep your mouth shut. To not touch him. You got to your house and you left without a word or glance. You realized then, you wouldn’t be around him anymore since he obviously didn’t like you.

You’ve been acting weird to him for a while, he’s noticed. But he’s not gonna say anything. You’ll come around again. You followed him like a lost puppy. It was so annoying. But he knew. You’d be back.

As the days went by it got easier to be around him when you had to be and you realized how nice it was to not get yelled at every day.

Whenever Kirishima wanted him around you’d be civil. But if it wasn’t for Kiri you probably wouldn’t be Katsuki’s friend anymore.

The times you could hang out alone with Kiri became some of your favorite moments. Like when you sparred with him after a workout and distracted him by kissing his cheek when he tried to put you in a hold. All of your good moments with him were easily ruined when Bakugou would come around with his anger and rudeness.

After your training you walked into the dorms to be met with a glaring look by Bakugou, mad because you were late back and he had plans with Kiri. You rolled your eyes “maybe he likes me more than you because at least I’m nice to him” you say before looking at Kirishima and completely ignoring Bakugou. “Text me?” You ask with a smile and he nods, ruffling your hair. You blush before walking away from them to go shower, still ignoring Bakugou.

This is what your relationship with Bakugou was like now. While your friendship with Kirishima progressed and was amazing. The one with Bakugou disappeared, a year later it’s basically nonexistent since you shared everything with Kirishima and he was respectful to not force you around his other friend.

“What’s her deal?” Bakugou asks when you’re gone. Kirishima rolls his eyes “you’re an idiot Bakugou. If you want to know why she doesn’t like being around you, then go ask her” Bakugou doesn’t know why he didn’t think of that before as he storms off after you, catching you in the stairwell. You always took the stairs because you were on the second floor and it didn’t seem necessary to use an elevator.

He grabs your wrist to stop you “what’s your problem?” He yells at you and you don’t even flinch as you smack him in the face with your other hand. “I don’t have problems with assholes unless they assault me. Don’t. touch. Me. Bakugou” you say and rip your hand from his grasp and begin to walk up the stairs again and he gets annoyed. He pushes past you and blocks your way. “What the fuck happened?” His voice is quieter now even though he’s still fuming, his cheek turning red from your slap.

You were exhausted, to be honest, you felt exasperated and like you don’t care anymore, you just want to go to your room. “Katsuki Bakugou” you chuckle “It should be obvious, shouldn’t it? I didn’t think that the future number one hero would be this dense.” You mocked him and he growled.

You didn’t want to have this conversation now. You were too worked up. But you knew he wouldn’t let it go. “I saw only good in you. I thought you were someone i could trust. And I tried so hard. But you took that and crumbled it beneath your feet on your way to the top. So if you wanna treat me like garbage, take me for granted, yell at me, belittle me, I’m not going to be in your life anymore. You don’t deserve me wasting my energy on you when you only see me as an extra. But Kirishima,” you point in his direction “that guy is so kind and so caring. I don’t know how he does it. He makes me feel like he actually wants to be my friend. I hug him and he hugs me back. He makes me laugh. I don’t have to second guess anything I do with him. I can trust him. I can’t trust you. So. This is me being your extra.” you push past him and run the few steps up to the door and leave him behind in the stairwell.

A short while later you got a text from Kirishima

Kiri- “what did you say to Bakugou?”

You-“I was honest”

Kiri-“he’s acting strange”

You-“Kiri can we talk about it later? Also, will you come to my room later before curfew?”

Kiri-“sure. Why?”

You-“I need a hug”

After that you threw your phone on your bed and went to the showers.

As much as you thought you got over it, you didn’t. You still admired Bakugou. But it’s hard when the person who you admire treats you terrible. It was time to be done with it. You showered, you cried in the shower, then you picked yourself back up and headed to your room.

After studying and watching some tiktoks you get another text from Kirishima

Kiri- “have you eaten dinner?”

You-“ummm”

Kiri-“say less”

After a few minutes there’s a knock at your door and you open it, expecting to find Kirishima, but instead it’s a shy looking Bakugou with a sack of your favorite snacks, some take out, and some ice cream. You invite him in and he sets the bags down on your desk. “What’s going on?” You ask quietly and he clears his throat “I’m sorry” your heart flutters “what was that? I didn’t hear you” you step closer to him and put your hand to your ear. He quickly but softly snatches your hand and you gasp in shock at his facial expression. An expression you never saw him wear, guilt.

“Listen y/n. I’m sorry. I treated you like you weren’t important to me. But I’ve missed you so much” his voice is quiet, cracking at the end. What was happening? You were so shocked and speechless as he continues . “Every time you leave my stomach feels like there is a brick in it. I miss you. I know I don’t deserve you. I don’t deserve your friendship. I don’t deserve anything from you. I was stupid. I am stupid. Please give me another chance” you’re staring at his face as he looks sheepishly at his hand that’s still holding yours. “It’s been a year” you whisper and he nods “I know” his voice is soft “why now? Is kirishima making you do this?” You’re not angry anymore. You can see how he’s changed because he’d never dream of apologizing to anyone before. “No he’s not making me do shit” he says gruffly and then sighs and looks into your eyes as he continues “I know I really messed up but I’d hate myself if I never tried to fix what I ruined” he’s being honest, you realize, and can’t help but throw your arms around him and hug him, laying your head on his chest as you hold him tight. After a few moments of shock he returns your hug, holding you tight to his chest and he lays his cheek against the top of your head.

“Im not letting you off easy so don’t think that” you say trying to sound stern and you hear a low chuckle from his chest “I know we’ve both changed this last year y/n. I’m just happy you’ll let me have a chance to get to know you again” he says and runs his fingers through your hair.

“The ice cream!” You yell and then pull back and grab it from the bag “do you want some?” You turn to him and hold it up with a smile and he blushes at how cute you looked. “Come on now, eat some dinner first. I got you your favorite from that place we used to like” you gasp and hurry, putting the ice cream in your small bedroom fridge before grabbing his hand and the food bags, pulling him to your bed with you. If he wanted to get to know you again you’ll start right now. He knew he’d not get another chance after this so he’ll make sure not to mess it up this time. You shove a huge bite in your mouth and moan as you chew. It was so good and you haven’t eaten it in so long.

You look up into his eyes as he sits at the edge of your bed “Way I’m don’t -ting” you say through another big bite and he chuckles softly. You swallow before trying to speak again “when I’m done eating” you poke your utensil at him “we’re going to eat that ice cream and talk about everything, what happened, how you hurt me, why you did it. All of it. That’s how we’re going to get over this. That’s how we’re going to move forward.” He nods “Okay” he has a small smile his lips and you nod once “good. You want some?” You offer him a bite and he nods “so bad. I was so nervous to talk to you I haven’t eaten anything” he takes the bite you offer him and you shake your head. A little amused at him. “you dummy. You need to eat. You work harder than everyone” you say and then take a few more big bites before handing the container to him “finish what you want from it, you know I never finish a full plate” he chuckles. “True” he says and nods, taking it from you “thank you y/n” he says, he knows the conversation ahead will be hard, but he feels relieved that you’ll let him in again.

[raph-and-spike]

My Hero - Mikey x fem!reader

requested? yes/no

“Well i just found your blog and im super excited to see where this goes! My request is April has a cousin the turtles have heard of but never met and before they finally do she warns them that shes a little reserved, keeps to herself but over time when she warms up shes super dorky and like mikey? Idk if that makes sense. Just some fluffy michelangelo x reader 😅”

a/n: My first request! I was sooo excited for this one! I kinda took it in a different direction, but I tried to keep it as close to your request as possible. I can’t wait to write all of the other requests you guys have sent me!

warnings: none :)

“Oh my God, that movie was crazy!” April exclaimed. 

You had just moved back to New York two weeks prior, and your favorite redheaded cousin invited you to see a movie with her and her boyfriend friend, Casey–much to his dismay–which you’d been thankful for; April was the only person you knew at school. 

As someone who tended to keep to yourself, April was aware of your anti-social tendencies, and she’d do everything to avoid it. She was determined to make New York City actually feel like home. 

“Eh,” Casey shrugged. “It was alright. I don’t really see the hype.”

April rolled her eyes. “Don't pretend that we didn’t see you jump at all the jump-scares, Casey.”

Casey grinned. “You paying attention that closely to me, Red? You must like me or something.”

You couldn’t help but giggle as you watched the two bicker back and forth.

“Shut it, Jones,” she rolled her eyes. 

A crash behind you made the three of you jump and turn around instinctively. Though, nothing could be visible. 

“What the hell was that?” you muttered to yourself. The eery streets of the city at night had yet to make you feel welcome.

Suddenly, what had looked like slender robots in black robes began sprinting toward you three, jumping out behind trash cans and street corners. Your heart sank to your stomach at the scene in front of you, your body frozen in shock.

“Footbots!” April screamed, exchanging looks with Casey. “Casey, get Y/n back home, I’ll handle them!”

Casey raised his eyebrows. “What?! No way, Red! You go home with Y/n, I’ll handle it.” He grabbed one of his hockey sticks and charged at the Footbots, leaving you not knowing what to do.

April grabbed what looked like a steel fan from her pocket and began fighting as well; it was a sight you never thought you’d ever see.

“Y/n, run!” April shouted over the sounds of steel against steel, and hockey sticks against cement.

You began running in the opposite direction of the chaos, in the direction of your home. Though it’d take about another ten minutes to get there, you were eager to do anything you had to get away from what you'd just witnessed.

You weren’t able to get far before one of the robots appeared in front of you, causing you to stumble back onto the cement. Your eyes wide with fear, staring at the huge being towering over you with a sword in hand. As it raised its sword, a blade sliced across its torso with a quickness you would have missed if you weren’t watching so intently. As the robot’s body fell in half onto the pavement in front of you, another being with green skin and a blue mask appeared, holding the katana that had saved your life. 

“Woah,” was all you could manage, staring at it. Green speckled skin, a plastron and a shell...was it a turtle? 

It left, fighting off the rest of the bots with three more that looked just like it, all with different colored masks and different weapons. Your heart was racing, you could feel your body pulsating with the very beat of your heart as the fight ensued. 

“Guys,” one of them spoke up. “Splinter’s not gonna be too happy about another human knowing about us.”

They can talk?

The four turtles and your two friends looked your way as your eyes rolled back and you felt your head hit the pavement before falling into unconsciousness.

You woke up in your bed, your redheaded cousin sitting at the foot of your bed. You groaned, your hand going to the back of your head where gauze had been placed. 

“Y/n,” April began, her voice soft. “We need to talk.”

“What happened last night?” you moaned, your vision spinning as the pain in the back of your head increased.

She grabbed a glass of water on your nightstand and handed it to you.

“Here,” she kept her hands on your own to ensure that you were holding it tight enough, tipping it back as you gulped. 

She stared down at her fingers, fumbling with them. This was a nervous habit you’d remembered your cousin having for as long as you could remember. But why would she be nervous, you thought to yourself. 

“Last night–”

“I saw something,” you interrupted. “Or some things,” you corrected, goosebumps rising along your arms as you thought about the turtles.

April sighed. “I know.”

You furrowed your eyebrows. “What exactly were they? And what was attacking us?”

And so she began.

She told you everything; the turtles, Master Splinter, Shredder, the Kraang, mutagen. It was a moment of trust, a moment of trusting in one of her favorite people–one of the only people she had left.

“And now that you’re going to be living here,” April began.

“Then I should learn how to defend myself,” you finished for her.

She nodded, letting out a sympathetic sigh. “I’m so sorry for dragging you into this.”

You shook your head, grabbing her hands to hold within your own. “’United we stand, divided we fall’,” you quoted, a quote both your parents had said to you multiple times as children. “If you need another addition to your army, then count me in.”

As you both walked through the tunnels of the sewers, you kept your nose plugged.

“Does the smell get any better?” you groaned.

She nodded. “You get used to it; I had to live down here for a few weeks.”

You nearly gagged at the thought, before entering the lair.

There they were, once again. The red masked one was punching a large punching bag, the blue masked one was sitting in front of a television whilst the orange masked one sat next to him, pizza in hand. Pizza?! The fourth one was nowhere in sight. 

April gestured. “Y/n, these are the turtles,” she pointed to the red masked one, “that’s Raph,” she pointed to the blue masked one, “Leo,” she pointed to the orange masked one, “Mikey,” she paused, looking around. 

“Where’s Don-”

“Hi, April!” a voice exclaimed, nearly scurrying over to you both with a blush painted on his cheeks.

She rolled her eyes playfully. “And, that’s Donnie.”

Supposedly, after getting permission to bring you to the lair from Master Splinter, she’d warned them that you were coming. 

Leo looked over, his eyes finally peeling away from his show with a smile. “How’s your head feeling?” he asked, walking toward you.

You shrugged, gently blushing at the sudden attention. “It’s, uh, better now, but I don't think I hit it too hard to begin with.”

“Actually,” Donnie spoke, “the impact wasn’t enough to cause a lot of bleeding, but it'll be bruised for the next couple of days.”

You frowned. “W-were you the one who took care of my head?”

He nodded, invisible eyebrows furrowed in query. 

“Oh, thanks,” you said softly, “it’s healing really fast.”

He blushed, about to say something in return before his orange-masked brother interrupted him by running up to you.

“Well,” Mikey began, “I was the one who saved you a slice of pizza!”

The gang groaned in disgust; the slice of pizza had lint, worms, and an undetectable bug species sitting on top of the cheese. 

“Mikey, did you get that from under your bed?!” Leo scoffed.

Mikey smirked. “Mayybeee,” he eyed the slice. “It’s still good though, I think.”

He grinned at you, but could see the disgust in your appearance. He hung his head. “I guess I’ll just eat it,” he sighed.

You felt horrible, but in all honesty, the sight alone made your stomach churn. 

“Y/n,” you heard, distracting you from the moldy pizza.

You looked up, seeing the one and only Master Splinter. He looked completely different than how you’d pictured him in your head; he was much taller than you expected. He walked closer to you, until you were just feet apart. 

“April has told me a lot about you,” he began, his voice soothing to the ear. “I hope that you fulfill my wish to keep my sons and I a secret.”

You nodded. “Of course, urm, Master Splinter.”

He nodded, before calling the turtles to train with him.

“See you latah, Dudette,” Mikey bid with a wink, before running off to train with his brothers.

April looked at you, an eyebrow cocked at the deep blush on your cheeks.

“What?” you asked shyly.

“Nothing, Dudette,” April mocked with a grin.

You began to spend multiple days of the week at the lair with April and Casey, even bringing your homework down there after school; Master Splinter offered to train you, and you obliged. Mikey would be over your shoulder, asking you questions about your homework even after Leo had told him to give you some personal space. 

But you began to feel comfortable with the turtles, and you started to open up and reveal your personality. 

“Hey Mikey,” you announced, walking up to him in the kitchen. “Want to go train with me?”

You could have sworn that his pupils grew the size of bowling balls, and he was there with his nunchucks in no time.

You began training with the turtles, almost always with Mikey, though he refused to fight back or hit you. You’d share a pizza after, watch television, and eventually take a nap before he’d have to leave for patrol.

“You’re getting so good, Dudette!” he exclaimed after training, shoveling pizza slices into his mouth.

You blushed. “Thanks, Mikey...” You rolled your eyes as you watched him finish the box to himself. “Do we really have to eat pizza everyday?” 

“Yesss,” he said in a sing-song voice. “I love days like this; it’s my two favorite things!”

You furrowed your eyebrows. “What?”

“You and pizza, duh!” 

Your cheeks heated up, and you pressed a kiss onto his green freckled cheek.

“Thanks, Mikey. You know, if it weren't for you and your brothers saving me from those Footbots, then I wouldn't even be here,” you pointed out.

He grinned. “That makes me, like, a hero!”

You planted a kiss onto his lips, causing him to nearly melt into the floor.

“My hero,” you corrected.

[tigerseye46]

House of Madness

Worked on some possessed Pigsy au stuff! 

Warning: Possession, Forced Behavior, Pigsy is kinda yandere in this ngl

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 Four days has passed since Pigsy took him to this place, this horrifying place. It’s all icy, the walls barren, he almost tripped the first time Pigsy took him to the castle, now it has long carpets in the hallways, possibly in some failed attempt to please Tang. Regret wells up in him, he should have seen the signs, he should have noticed when Pigsy began to change but he didn’t, not until it was too late and now Pigsy was possibly lost to them forever.

 Tang sighs as he explores his prison, he’s tried to escape before but no matter what, Pigsy is one step ahead of him. The pig has left all sorts of traps to make sure Tang never leaves. He keeps an alarm that only he has the passcode to, if he gets the slightest idea that the scholar might leave, he’ll drop everything and come right on back even if he’s in the middle of a fight with Wukong. He stops at the mostly empty library that Pigsy set up, for now it is only filled with books from their apartment, the pig promises he’ll get more.

 The scholar picks up a book, scanning the cover of it, he sighs again and sits on a chair, opening it. He questions if he should try again, maybe he’ll get lucky? He shakes his head, he’s never been particularly lucky, sure, he got lucky enough to be chosen to retrieve the scriptures but the ensuing journey was certainly not lucky. He ponders on what to do, so immersed in his thoughts that he gasps when arms wrap around his waist and a kiss is placed on his neck.

 Pig-, not Pigsy whispers, “Hello, my love.”

 Tang holds his breath for a second. “He-hello.”

 “Somethin’ wrong, gorgeous?”

 “N-no… you just startled me is all.”

 Pigsy kisses his neck again. “You were so cute while readin’, I had to sneak up on ya.”

 The Buddhist shivers at the contact. “O-oh…” He’s hoping that will be the end of it, it never is.

  “What are ya readin’ anyway?”

  “Hm? O-oh.” He looks at the cover again. “Something about adventure.”

  “Haven’t been payin’ attention? Is my little freeloader distracted? What were ya thinkin’ about?”

  Thinking of ways to get away from you, Tang wants to say but he holds his tongue. “Just something.”

  “Were ya thinkin’ of me?

  Tang pauses then answers, “Yes. Yes I was.”

  The answer satisfies the pig and he kisses him on the lips. When Tang refuses to kiss back, the pig growls and pinches him, he opens his mouth in shock and Pigsy uses that as an opportunity to further the kiss, pressing him against his body. Tang kisses back reluctantly until Pigsy is satisfied and they separate, the Buddhist holds back tears.

  “There, that wasn’t so hard now.” He rubs a thumb against Tang’s cheek. Tang mumbles something. “What was that, love?” He lifts his chin. “Speak up, I can’t hear ya.”

  “N-nothing…”

  “It didn’t sound like nothin’. I can barely understand a word that comes out from your pretty mouth that way. Now tell me what’s wrong. I can make it all better.” The smile he gives is unsettling, it’s like his icy blue eyes are trying to read into Tang’s soul.

  Tang shoves him away. He shouts “You’re is what is wrong! Don’t you see it? You aren’t you! You’re possessed! The White Bone Spirit has taken control of your mind, fight it!”

  Pigsy blinks for a few seconds, his eyes returns to their normal blue then he blinks again and the same icy blue appears. He grins madly and steps towards Tang, the Buddhist backs up until he hits a bookshelf, a few books fall off. Pigsy grips him by the waist and crowds over him. “Oh, sweetheart, what are ya talkin’ about? I’m completely in my right mind.”

  The Buddhist scoffs. “Yea, right then tell me, what are we doing here? Why aren’t we in your noodle shop? Why aren’t we with the kids? How does none of this seem off to you?”

  “Sweetheart, I think ya ask too many questions. We’re here because I’m gonna treat ya like the royalty ya are, I told ya that in the beginnin’, shame ya didn’t seem to hear me. And who needs that stupid shop anyway? Wouldn’t ya rather live in a place like this? You never have to do anythin’. The only reason our kids aren’t here is because that jackass has them. Don’t worry I’ll get them for ya.”

  “Don’t you touch them!” He shouts. “You leave them alone! Don’t you dare a hair on my kids’ heads!”

  “Our kids, love. Our kids,” he corrects. “I wouldn’t hurt them, ya know me. All I want to do is kill that monkey, he’s gettin’ in the way of our happy family. He tried to take you away from me but no longer.” He kisses Tang then whispers, “He won’t be a problem, we can be a happy family, just like I always wanted.”

  “You leave him alone too!” He hisses and attempts to shove him again but the pig keeps him firmly against the bookcase.

  The pig glares at him. “What?! Why?! Are ya in love with ‘im? Ya are, aren’t ya? I won’t let ‘im take you away from me! I’ll kill ‘im!”

   “No! I’m not in love with him!”

   “Really?! Because it seems as if ya are! I’ll go fight ‘im right now and get our kids then you’ll only love me!” He adjusts his crown and turns away from Tang, he’s decked out in ancient Chinese armor, his cape swishing a bit as he walks.

   Tang ponders what to do, he can’t risk him fighting Wukong and his kids getting taken to this place. He grips Pigsy’s clothing and smooches him suddenly, the pig smooches back with eager intent. Tang’s heart thumps, this isn’t Pigsy but his mind is racing, he wants this, he wants Pigsy but he’s smart enough to know that this isn’t him and he’s only doing this so not Pigsy won’t capture his kids. He moves away from Pigsy and tries not to appear disgusted at the creepy grin the pig gives him.

   Pigsy replies, “Wow! Passionate, aren’t ya?”

   Tang blushes. “Qu- quiet.”

   “No need to be embarrassed, doll. I think it’s rather cute.”

   “Don’t call me doll!” His cheeks puff up.

   “Awwww. What, don’t like that nickname? Don't worry, I have a thousand other things to call you.” He backs away to finally give Tang some room to breathe.

   “Tch.” Tang narrows his eyes at him and he bends down to pick up the books littered on the floor, stacking them on top of each other, one is a translation of the Journey to the West. He holds it with one hand and as he’s about to put it with the others when Pigsy grabs his arm. The pig’s eyes observe the book. “Is something wrong?”

  He takes the book from the Buddhist’s hands. “Want to read this.”

  The Buddhist raises an eyebrow. “Why? You’ve never been interested in those stories before.”

   “Well, love, there’s a lot ya don’t know about me.” He runs a hand on the Buddhist’s cheek and winks. “I can’t wait until I get Tripitaka here. Gods, he’s going to be beautiful, after I get him and our kids, everythin’ will be complete.”

   Tang raises an eyebrow. He’s heard Pigsy comment about Tripitaka, him before. He hasn’t asked yet and he’s scared to ask. The comments paralyzed him. It was always something like “I can’t wait to go into Heaven and grab him,” “My gorgeous master, I’ll treat him like royalty,” “It would be great to have your idol here, wouldn’t it, love?” He still has no idea what the pig means and he knows he should try to figure out. Why is Pigsy planning on kidnapping him? Well, he’s already kidnapped him but the pig doesn’t know that. The only pig demon that Tang has ever been familiar with aside from Pigsy is Zhu Bajie. He sighs, he hasn’t seen Bajie in ages, the pig was and is his first love, he misses him and wishes he was here to save him. Pigsy is his second love, but Pigsy isn't Pigsy and he’s trapped and Tang needs to get out yet he wants information on why he wants Tripitaka so bad, curiosity is burning into him.

   “Pigsy?”

   Pigsy purrs. “Yes, love?”

   “Um… why do you want Tripitaka?”

   “Don’t be jealous, babe.”

   “I’m not!”

   “You’re both equals in my heart. He’s beautiful just like ya are, how could I not want him?”

   “What? You don’t even know him.”

   “I know him, doll but relax your pretty, little head. No need to be jealous.”

   “Don’t call me doll,” he repeats.

   Pigsy smirks and plants a kiss on his cheek. “Why not?”

   “Because I’m not a toy!”

   “You’re right, ya aren’t. You’re more like royalty, although I could treat ya like a doll if you want.”

   “Shut up.”

   Pigsy narrows his eyes at him and roughly pulls his chin up. “Now babe, it’s rude to tell your future husband to shut up.” The pig’s blue eyes glow as he says this, it makes Tang shiver, the chef’s fingers are cold like they have been for some time. His blue eyes glow brighter. “Never tell me to shut up again, got it?”

   Tang nods reluctantly. “Got it.” Pigsy smiles and lets go of his chin. Tang puts the rest of the books back and as he finishes, Pigsy lifts him into the air. “Wh-what are you doing?”

   “Almost supper time. I should treat ya like the king or queen ya are and escort you myself,” he replies and walks Tang to his dining room, book still in the pig’s hands as he takes him.

   They arrive at the dining hall, the pig gently lets him down and pulls out a large throne meant for Tang. He silently commands for him to sit down, Tang glares but he knows better to disobey, he sits down reluctantly then the pig pushes it slightly.

   Pigsy kisses his cheek. “Any preference on dinner, love?”

   “No…”

   “Alright, I’ll make ya somethin’ then we can chat and have some fun later,” he purrs. He places the book on the table and saunters off.

  Tang grabs the book from the wooden table, he stares at it, he wants his disciples, he needs his disciples to rescue him, he doesn’t know where Bajie or Wujing are but he hopes they know what’s happening, he hopes there’s a plan to rescue him. He presses the book against his chest, he misses them, it’s been so long since he’s last seen them. He’s all alone and he has no one to rescue him this time, he has to be smart, the kidnappings have made him smart.

  Tang ponders on the information he’s gathered. Pigsy doesn’t want to eat Tripitaka, well him so that’s good at least. His heart thumps at the reason the pig took him to this place, he hadn’t realized that Pigsy was in love with him, how long had the pig been keeping it in? He does love Pigsy, the real Pigsy and he wants to be with him, not until he’s freed, until they’re both freed.

   The Buddhist knows he’ll have to comply with what the pig says, get him to lower his guard down then escape when he has the chance. He knows Pigsy doesn’t want to hurt him, he just wants the scholar to be his, he can deal with it, it won’t be too bad, right? All he needs to do is find a way to get out and get rid of the White Bone Spirit. He prays the group finds a way to rescue him and Pigsy. He moves the book away from his chest and flips to a page. The memories of his disciples and their journey flood back to him, they were always there to keep him safe but they weren’t here and he had to fend for himself.

   Tears fall from his eyes as he reminisces, the cold air of the castle sweeps through him and he shivers. He leans back into his wooden throne, he’s thankful it’s not made of ice unlike that throne Pigsy makes him sit in constantly. He twists the bracelet around his wrist that he was forced to wear, pulling the collar of his tight outfit, he hates it, it isn’t him, it isn’t comfortable like his old cassock or his current outfit. He’s practically a doll for Pigsy to dress up and play with, he can’t bring himself to hate the pig for it, he knows he isn’t in his right mind.

   He hears the doors swing open and he shuts his eyes. He hears multiple plates being set on the table. Pigsy places a thumb under his eye, he shudders at the contact. “Love,” The pig starts. “Why are ya cryin’?”

   Tang sniffles and wipes his tears with his hands. “Oh I didn’t realize. It’s nothing.”

   The Buddhist opens his eyes when the pig runs a hand through his face, Pigsy is down on his knees. A soft look is on his face, it’s almost like he’s him again. “It’s not nothin’. You are my queen.” Tang rolls his eyes at the queen part as more tears roll down his face. “You deserve to be happy. What’s wrong?” He wants to tell Pigsy everything, he wants to open up to him, hug him, kiss him but this isn’t Pigsy and he continues sobbing. “Hey,” he whispers. “Ya don’t have to be sad. I’ll take care of ya, I promise.” He presses a kiss to the back of Tang’s hand and gets rid of his tears.

   Tang observes him and smooches his cheek, the demon purrs and the scholar can’t help the smile that creeps on his face. He plants another kiss and enjoys the other purrs that come out of the demon. The pig has a lovestruck look on his face and Tang lets out a laugh. “I don’t doubt that. I’m fine now that you’re taking care of me.”

   Pigsy kisses him on the forehead and he turns red. “Okay but if anythin’ is botherin’ ya, you tell me. I hate seein’ ya upset. You deserve to be happy.”

   The monk beams. “Thank you.”

   Pigsy nods and sits in the throne right beside him. He holds the monk’s hand in his, Tang rests a head on his shoulder, for a moment he can pretend everything is fine. He blushes more when the pig places a kiss to his lips and feeds him, whispering gentle promises of love into his ear. Tang playfully pushes him away at one point when the pig uses a cheesy pick up line.

   “My love,” Pigsy purrs.

   Tang rolls his eyes and asks “Yes?”

   “Have I ever told ya how beautiful you are?”

   “Oh, only about a dozen times now. Although I wouldn’t mind hearing it again.”

   “Good cause I’ll tell ya as many times as I want.”

   “Wow, that almost sounds intimidating. Should I be scared?”

   “Just tellin’ the truth, dear.” He winks as he feeds Tang again.

   Tang accepts it and basks in their little domestic moment. “Do you ever run out of names to call me?”

   “Nope,” he replies. “I got a thousand in my head just for ya.”

   “I feel special,” he jokes as he chews on another spoonful.

   “As ya should, you’re mine after all.”

   Tang frowns for a second. Something about that statement makes him snap out of it. A pit of guilt forms in his stomach, he feels as if he’s taking advantage of Pigsy. The pig looks at him in worry and he has to look away because he can’t give in, no matter how many times he acts like Pigsy, he has to turn him away.

   The demon puts a hand under his chin to force the human to stare at him. The icy blue orbs quickly remind him of the possession, he bites his lip to prevent sobs from slipping past his lips. The demon furrows his eyebrows and Tang sends him a fake reassuring smile, Pigsy nods and continues feeding him.

   After dinner, the pig carries him to their room with the book of the journey still with them. The pig throws pick up line after pick up line at Tang while examining the book, he tries to scoot away but the arm wrapped around his waist pulls him in closer.

   Tang groans when another line is thrown at him. “You know you could do better than cheesy pick up lines.”

   Pigsy snarks, “Sometimes they work, I have other lines, just don’t know if you’re ready for that.” Tang huffs and leans against his shoulder. “Don’t worry, honey, we got time.”

   “Time? Time for what?”

   “For me to shower ya with as many compliments as there is. We have a lot of time.”

   “Oh, great. How wonderful,” he replies, sarcasm present in his voice but Pigsy thinks it’s sincere and gives him a peck on the side of his head.

   “So rose, do ya want to pay me a compliment back?” He winks, the scholar rolls his eyes and scoffs. The demon pinches his waist and he lets out a yelp, the demon’s eyes glow blue as they always do when he gets even the slightest bit angry or annoyed. “Well, do ya?”

   Tang freezes and takes deep breaths, he reminds himself that he has to get the pig to lower his guard down. As he cups the pig’s face, he trembles and touches his forehead with his, the other’s eyes dilate. “Yes… ummm… well… it’s embarrassing to say…”

   “Come on, babe. Any word that comes out of your mouth is stunnin’. Just say it.” Tang’s heart thumps at the compliment.

   “Well…” he taps his chin. “I love that you cook for me and never threw me out of your shop despite my unwillingness to pay. You care about me despite your gruffness…. And umm… yea.”

   The demon purrs and kisses him a whole bunch. “See, love, absolutely stunnin’.”

   “Thanks…”

   “I think that’s enough readin’ for tonight, babe. Readin’ this book bring back old memories of my journey.”

   “Huh?”

   “I’ll tell ya later. Let’s go to bed, can’t wait for ya to try on the other outfit I picked for you.”

   “Great…”

   Pigsy kisses him and gives him the silky pajamas he chose, thankfully for Tang they are more comfortable than his earlier clothes. Pigsy places his own crown to the side and gets into a better outfit. He snuggles up to the scholar, the demon rumbles, Tang tries not to coo on how cute this would be in normal circumstances. He adjusts himself so he is facing away from Pigsy, the demon whispers sweet nothings.

   Hours pass and Pigsy is snoring into his ear, Tang’s eyes droop and he looks at the bedside clock that the pig set up, it is now 3 am. Tang wriggles out of the pig’s grasp, he grabs a robe set aside on a chair, and puts it on. He tiptoes out of the room, once he’s farther enough, he bolts, he’ll have his escape tonight, nothing will stop him.

   He tries not to slip on the carpet as he dashes, he quivers at the air and wraps the robe around himself tighter. Despite the castle only having the two of them, it is humongous, he can barely wrap his head around it. He finds the icy stairs and grabs the railing, carefully walking down so he makes he doesn’t trip. He would tell Pigsy next time to cover the stairs with carpet or something, if there was going to be a next time that is.

   Tang smirks to himself and finds the front door of the palace, that would be too obvious. He searches around for another exit, he finds a window and tries desperately to thrust it open but he’s too weak. He scrambles around for another exit, his heart beats fast, he’s terrified of Pigsy waking up.

   There’s a door leading to the back entrance of the palace, does he risk it? He nods to himself, the door has no traps around it, if he’s quick enough he can run before the alarm sounds. He’s about to open the door when arms are placed on his waist and a figure rests a head on top of his own, his heart stops.

   “Sweetie…” he hears a growl. “What are ya doin’ up? I’ll give ya one chance to explain yourself.”

   He gasps and turns to face Pigsy, his eyes light up the darkness. “Ummm… well… I was looking for something to eat. I’m kinda hungry…”

   “DON’T LIE TO ME!” He shouts, his hands balled into fists, Tang flinches. “Ya were tryin’ to escape!”

   “N-no! I-!”

   “Yes you were! Don’t lie!” Pigsy slams a wall with his fist. “Your mine, ya hear?! MINE!”

   Tang swallows and backs up slowly, the pig is huffing out of anger, his fist still against the wall he punched. The Buddhist trembles, he’s regretting trying to run now, but a part of him wants to flee to escape Pigsy’s anger. When the demon turns, still with an angry expression, Tang feels goosebumps on his arms. The demon quickly lets go of his frustration and leans down to cup the scholar’s face. He smiles but Tang is trembling, scared out of his mind and crying, the pig’s cold fingers and dark smile made everything worse.

   Pigsy plants a kiss on his forehead. “I know you’re just confused. It’s okay. That monkey has poisoned your mind. I know ya want to be mine, ya just have been brainwashed.”

   Tang gasps, “I… I…”

   Pigsy shushes him. “It’s okay. We’ll be happy soon enough. I won’t let that monkey manipulate ya the same way he did master.”

   “Wh-what?”

   “Hm? I just said I wasn’t gonna let ya be brainwashed. Jeez, love bug, you’re supposed to be the smart one, although ya haven’t been actin’ so smart recently.” The pig let out a chuckle.

   The Buddhist rolls his eyes. He thought to himself, Pigsy had said “master,” Tang remembers when he use to go by master... wait… was he talking about Tripitaka? “No, not that! It’s just… you said something about your master? I wasn’t aware you had one.”

   “As I said, there’s a lot ya don’t know about me.”

   “Like?”

   “Now, babe, ya disobeyed me, don’t think ya have a right to know that information just yet.” Tang narrows his eyes, if he’s staying here, he needs information, he’s shaking but he needs to be smart. He pouts and gives the pig his best puppy eyes, the pig’s ears droop at the pout. “What’s wrong?”

   Tang wipes the tears left over from his fear, trying to make it seem as if he’s upset that the possessed demon refuses to tell him anything. “Well… it’s just…” he fake sniffles. “You refuse to tell me anything. I want to know more about you. I want to know what it was like before we met but you’re so secretive!” He covers his face with his hands and smirks when he hears Pigsy let out a whimper and attempt to pull Tang’s hands away to look at him. Tang wipes more fake tears.

   “Hey…. I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to keep secrets from ya, I didn’t want to tell ya and have you get jealous!”

   The Buddhist hides his smirk, he has him in his grasp. He stomps his feet for good measure and takes a step back angrily when the pig attempts to pat him in reassurance. “Well you talk about Tripitaka all the time! You never tell me why, how are you so sure I’m not jealous now?!”

   “Babe…”

   “Don’t “babe” me!” He sniffles again. “I thought you didn’t care about me… I want to stay with you,” he lies through his teeth, “but you won’t say anything. How am I suppose to take that?”

   Pigsy frowns and shrinks back to his normal size. “I’m sorry… I’ll tell ya whatever it is you want.”

   He shows him a fake smile. “Thank you.”

   “But never run away from me like that again, okay?”

   Shivers shoot up Tang’s spine and he nods. “Okay…”

   “Good. Now let’s take ya back to bed then I’ll tell ya all ya want to know.” He carries the monk back to their bed, the monk sits up on the bed. “So what do ya want to ask first?”

   “Ummm… so you used to have a master?”

   “Yep, I was his disciple, we used to go on a lot of adventures together, most of which you have read about.”

    “Really? Because I would remember that.”

    Pigsy grabs the book from his bedside table and holds it up. “Yes ya have. It’s all written here, most of it anyway.”

    Tang’s eyes widen and he snatches the book from the demon’s hand. He scans it because the demon must be joking, he leans against the bed frame. “But this is about the Journey to the West…”

     “Yea, told ya that you have read most of it.”

     The gears in Tang’s mind spin as he tries to uncover the pig’s words. Master… Tripitaka… mentions knowing him…. a pig demon… no… no, no, NO! All the clues clicked but he doesn’t want to believe it. It can’t be, Tang is praying that he isn’t who he thinks he is. “Wait… are you- are you saying that your….” He trails off, he can’t finish his sentence.

      “That I’m the Zhu Bajie? Yes, I am, doll. Told ya I knew Tripitaka, he’s my gorgeous master. Took you awhile to figure that out.”

       “Are you- are you serious? Please tell me you’re joking!” Gods no, he can’t be Bajie! That would mean… that would mean his Bajie, his first love is also his second love and has been with him the entire and he never knew. He can’t be Bajie… his disciple who he’s longed to reunite with has been with him. A feeling of dread washes over him and he wants to laugh and to scream, Pigsy’s face is completely serious.

      “Why would I be jokin’ about this? I’m Zhu Bajie. It’s impressive, huh?”

      Tang feels his eyes water. The rake… the talk about Tripitaka… everything points to him being Zhu Bajie. “Ye- yea… impressive.” He thought it was a coincidence, he thought he would never see them again. He fixates his gaze at the book in his hands.

       Was Pigsy ever planning on telling him? Does this mean Sandy is Sha Wujing? His two disciples were going to fight their brother… this can’t be. Did Pig- Did Bajie love him? Love him back when he was Tripitaka? He always loved the pig, no matter what and… wow… This was the worst way to find out.

     Sobs escaped from his lips, his whole body shook and Pigsy wraps his arms around him in an attempt to comfort him. Tang gasps and stares at the book of his, of their journey.

      Bajie kisses the side of his head. “Awwww, babe, are ya cryin’?” Tang nods, he can’t look at the pig. “Ya don’t need to cry, I know how great I am but you’re even greater, just like Tripitaka is, I can’t wait to see him.” At the mention of his old name, he sobs louder. “Huh? Babe, don’t worry, you’re both equals. I won’t let ya or him get jealous. I’ll love you both forever and you’ll never be able to escape me.”

    As he stares up at the pig’s eyes, it hits him, he’s trapped in a house of madness.

[nova-is-a-writer-now]

•Lillies and daisies• Pt. 1

Prologue

Summary: Billy ends up stuck with a girl who stumbled into his place one night only to faint right after, when she wakes up she remembers nothing about herself or her life, now it’s up to billy to help her figure out what comes next.

A/N: After literally forever im back. I’m really excited about this story and maybe it’s starting to make some type of sense? I haven’t figured out the name thing yet butttt I’m sure I’m keeping the first person narrative. Let me know what you think

Warnings: Angst?, language, mentions of amnesia.

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I was starting to wake up, and as soon as I took a deep breath, I knew something was missing. I didn't know what but it felt like a void.

I opened my eyes and saw white curtains hiding a bright sky.

Wait a second...  where am I?

This wasn't my room, in fact, I didn't remember what my room was like, but this wasn't it. 

Drowned on my thoughts, I slowly started realizing that my room wasn't the only thing I couldn't remember. My house, my family, my friends, myself, I couldn't even remember my name. I could barely notice that what I was wearing wasn't mine, merely because the t-shirt with "Pink Floyd" written on it was at least three sizes bigger.

It would be an understatement to say I was freaked out. I started breathing heavily and my eyes started getting watery, it felt like my head was soon going to implode from how fast my train of thought was going, it almost made me feel dizzy.

Before I could panic any longer, someone opened the door. A guy, with the bluest of eyes i’ve ever seen, probably due to my state. If I would have been in another situation, I probably would have... well, I don't know. I didn't remember what I would have done.

"So, sleeping beauty is awake. How was your nap, princess?" The guy said closing the door and coming closer to me.

Out of fear i hugged my legs to my chest sliding away from him "Who are you?" I asked, feeling how my voice cracked. Even my voice felt unfamiliar.

He seemed to have taken the hint and stayed right where he was standing. "Well, that's what I'm asking you". I could see the muscles of his arms tense while he crossed them.

"What do you mean? This is your house isn't it?" The amount of questions I had on my head were making me even more dizzy than before.

" Yeah, house you ran into without invitation last night,only to pass out right after." I was about to tell him I wasn't in a mood for jokes, but I could tell how serious he was, his eyes were darker than they had been seconds ago, and they seemed to be lightly tinted with concern.

"Sorry, I-I did what?"

"So you were that drunk huh?" I, for a second, thought he was as confused as me, but his face was so expressionless, I just couldn't tell.

"What? No... I mean I-I don't know"

"Right... Lets start with easier questions, princess. What's your name." I closed my eyes, I tried to remember as hard as I could but nothing came to my mind. "It's not that hard"

" I'm... i-i... I'm sorry, i can't remember." A single tear rolled down my cheek, while I pronounced those words.

" Shit" i heard him whisper "Do you remember where you live?" I shook my head silently " Do you remember anyone you know?" No, again.

" What's happening to me?" I said so low he almost couldn't hear it.

“Im no expert but i think you have amnesia, let me check your head.” he waited a couple seconds until he was sure i wouldn’t freak out if he came any closer, then he walked to the opposite side of the bed and sat behind me. His hands delicately started parting my hair and pressing softly. Nothing hurt until he got to the lower back of my head, as soon as his fingers touched that area i felt a pulsating pain so strong i had to hold my breath.

He quickly removed his hands apologizing for the pain. “It looks like you took a pretty rough hit here, i think there’s blood too but i’m not sure. I’m gonna bring you some ice, that might help with the pain.”

I heard his steps behind me and soon enough i saw him walk out of the room leaving the door open. When i looked behind me i noticed the pillow had some specs blood on it as well, not enough to get worried but it was still there. Not long after he was back with a pack of ice wrapped around a towel, he handed it to me and i carefully placed it on the wounded area.

I exhaled heavily trying to put all the pieces together. The fact that I didn't know where I was, who this guy was, who I was, and most importantly, where I came from. I believe neither of us knew what to say on a situation like this so we just stayed silent for a couple minutes.

He was the one to break the silence "Look, I gotta go out for a couple hours. You can spend the night here if you want, I don't mind." He started to pick up some stuff from the night table. As almost every other piece of furniture on the room, it was a medium light brown with an old looking vibe.

"Thank you so much, but I don't think it's reasonable to stay in a strangers house." I looked down and started playing with my fingers. For some reason the way he looked at me made me feel really nervous and I was afraid I wouldn't be able to make a coherent sentence with his eyes looking into mine. "I'll get out of here as soon as I can, don't worry."

He stood there for a couple seconds just analyzing me, and then said:

"I'm Billy, I love music and I work at the record store. Lucky for you we are not strangers anymore." He winked at me and then walked out of the room.

I sat there with a racing heart and a racing mind, feeling all types of ways and absolutely nothing at the same time. Nothing made sense, i was confused and scared, and i didn’t know how i was gonna get myself out of this one.

I heard what I thought was the front door closing and I decided to stand up and go look for a bathroom. That didn't take me long because it happened to be inside his room following a walk-in closet, where I found some clothes that I supposed were mine, and if they weren't I was going to wear them anyways.

I walked in, and as soon as I looked at myself in the mirror, I felt shame tinting my cheeks a light pink. My makeup was completely fucked, I had worryingly big under eye bags, and my lips where pail and swollen for some reason.

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While washing my hair I noticed something interesting. The smell of the shampoo almost made me feel like normal again, it felt like something i’d felt before. I thought it was so ironic I found this stranger's hygiene product more personal and close to me than my own face. I didn't think anything else of it.

Half an hour later, i was putting on a coat that seemed somewhat my size. Billy must have had a girlfriend I didn't know about, a roommate or a sister, I don't know, but I was sure that coat wasn't his. I felt bad taking it without permission, but in my defense it was fall, which I figured because of the browny-orange trees outside of curly guy's window, and that meant it was gonna be windy and cold.

Before getting out of there I looked around. Something made me feel warm about his house, it looked rustic, everything was brown or warm toned, which matched perfectly with the season outside. I wondered if that was intentional.

On my way out I closed the door and spent a solid minute trying to decide if I should go right or left. It wouldn't have mattered anyway, I would have been lost either way, but a small dandelion seed flew right in from of my face, dancing with the wind going east, making the choice for me.

Just when I couldn't see the apartment behind me anymore, I realized how screwed i was, why did i think it was a good idea to walk out of the apartment in the first place? God, i didn't even knew which city I was in. I was starving and had no money to buy anything, or so I thought until I slipped my hand inside the coat to get it a little bit warmer, and I felt a handful of bills there. Lucky for me it was a ten dollar bill and two dollar bills, it wasn’t much but it could save me from starvation.

I started looking around for a place to eat from where I was standing and not far I saw something that seemed like a coffee shop. Without a second thought i walked in that direction feeling my stomach growl every time louder.

The smell of warm bread and coffee that smacked my face as I opened the door was glorious. I closed my eyes and smiled before walking to one of the empty tables and sitting on one of the dark wood tables closer to the window.

I was so distracted looking at the place, I didn't even noticed when one of the girls that worked there walked to my table and started talking to me. "Good morning and welcome to Harvey's, can I help you with your order?" She was looking at me with a bright smile on her face.

"I... umm..." what do people ordered on this type of places? My cheeks started to blush once again. "I want whatever the hell smells so good. What is it?"

" Oh, is a combination of our fresh bread and season special Hot cinnamon chocolate, should I bring you that?" The girl said on a sweet whisper, that made her British accent a little bit more obvious. British accent... did that mean i was in England? But then again Billy didn’t have an accent, which made me even more confused.

"Please" I smiled back, letting myself pick a little on the contagious happiness she expelled

I ran out of things to analyze moments later, so my mind went back to to everything that was wrong with me and my life.

It felt so terrible to be alone, and in the most literal possible way, I was. And then I started thinking if it was all my fault. Was I so bad that all the people and memories decided to run away from me? It sounded so dumb but in that vulnerable moment that’s what it felt like.

It was almost as if there was a void inside me and every thought was making it bigger and wider, which made me feel like if I was standing at the edge, like if at any moment I was gonna fall.

Tears slowly started to run down my cheeks, i almost didn’t notice them until one dropped to my hand placed on top of the table.

"Oh love" I heard the waitress next to me, gently rubbing my shoulder and then sitting in front of me. "Are you ok? Here, take a sip of your chocolate" I did as she told me, and took the napkin she had brought to wipe my eyes dry.

"I'm ok, just a little overwhelmed... that's all"

"Do you want to talk about it? The place doesn’t get busy until 10:30 so i’ve got a couple minutes free."

I really wanted to, so bad, and I couldn’t find a reason not to, why would I care when she was a stranger, just like everybody else? So, I told her everything, from the moment that I opened my eyes a couple hours before, until I walked into that place. And she listened, with that a sad look on her eyes that made them look a little more green “I’m so sorry, you must feel terrible. I wish I could help more, but all I can do right now is help you call Billy ."

“Do you know him?” I asked confused as i wiped my tears once again.

" Of course i know him, he’s pretty well known around here, specially by the girls. Such a pain in the ass but he’s a good guy. You got lucky there, you could’ve picked a creep’s house to break into and that would’ve been an issue.” she chuckled a little in hopes of lifting up the mood a bit.

" I... don't think calling him is such a good idea. Look, he has been very kind to help me and let me stay at his place last night, but for what I hear, he must have other people to welcome there, and I don't want to bother anyone. I’ll crash there tonight and i’ll figure something out tomorrow” i wanted to believe that so bad, maybe if i kept repeating it to myself it would come true

"I’m sorry, did you say he offered his place for tonight?" she said changing the sad expression on her face for an annoyed one. I nodded a little confused. “He did take you to the hospital, didn’t he?”

“No, he seemed really hurried to get out this morning, besides i’m fine, my head is hurting a lot less now.” that didn’t seem to relief her a single bit but before she got to say anything else, her eyes looked right behind me with surprise and I could only imagine who it was.

My heart dropped and unconsciously, I stopped breathing as soon as I heard his voice.

"Speaking of the devil” she said looking right at him, i still didn’t turn around, for some reason i felt he would be angry at me for leaving his place.

"I see you already met my guest, Mikie” he said in a relaxed tone. "I told you to stay at the apartment, you could’ve gotten lost." that was now directed to me, so i turned around to look at him.

Before i could reply, Mikie stood up from her place and said “She was starving dumbass, god knows how long it has been since she last ate something and you didn’t even think of offering her anything?” he didn’t reply, i guess he was as shocked by the situation as i was and the thought hadn’t crossed his mind. “I need a word with you out side” that last part wasn’t a question, Mikie walked through the door and when Billy didn’t move, she yelled “Now Hargrove!”

[op-peccatori]

a little gift | MLQC Lucien (nsfw)

Happy Birthday, Lucien! a tad later than planned, but here’s the promised birthday sex from my invitation XD Let me know what you think!

Fandom: Mr Love: Queen’s Choice

Pairing: Reader/Lucien

Rating: 18+ 

Wordcount: 5200

Summary: It’s Lucien’s birthday and you’ve got a wonderful trip planned for him  – along with an extra gift he isn’t expecting.

Warnings: explicit sex (vaginal & anal), mild masturbation, birthday sex, sex toys, established relationship

author fact: I spent so much time sitting in one place as I wrote this that my butt too, was aching by the end of it. this is the first time I’ve ever written anything involving butts, so please let me know if it’s...right?

a/n: im gonna have to come edit this once i get some sleep. i forgot how to spell laugh. 

A bite of cake and a sip of wine, with a familiar warmth nestled into his side: Lucien is dangerously content. 

Not for the first time, he thinks he will never give this up for anything in the world. He could never let go of the little surges of happiness brought on by the girl holding a forkful of cake up to his lips, and not the deep love flowing in his veins, keeping him alive. 

The second photo album you've ever given him rests beside the cake. The second roll. A collection of your memories. 

He can’t help the way he sneaks a kiss, helpless against your smiles, the way they curve your lips up even as they’re pressed to his. It makes him shudder when he feels your tongue flick against his lip, to tempt and to taste. He’s glad for the booth they’re hidden away in, that gives them enough privacy for him to lose himself for a moment. He lets the greed slip past, eager to take whatever you give it. Before the time comes when you might not get a chance.

He suppresses the heartache at the thought. There's no telling what the future holds. Danger still lurks in shadowed corners, and it's taught him fear. Not for himself, but for the one who holds his very being in her hands.

“You had some frosting there,” you murmur when you pull away, smile coy and eyes bright, fingers tracing a gentle path along his thigh. Never stepping a foot over the line, just toying with it. He wants to step over it with you, to fall over it, to fall into bed and wherever else you can and to taste you, the sweetest dessert, his lovely girl who just wants to give him a special birthday.

And you will, once you go away tomorrow, for the weekend. He remembers the way your face fell when he told you he has important meetings he can’t skip on the day of his birthday; it was subtle, but there is nothing he can miss when it comes to you. You both had to be content with brunch for today, as he would only get home at a late hour. 

“Is it going to be a tiring day for you?” you had asked, concern hiding a hint of something he can't quite identify. It would be just like you to wait up, to give him a goodnight kiss – you do it often since you haven’t had much time to yourselves for weeks. 

“Well, no. I’ll have to sit through a few meetings, review some of my colleagues’ work, but nothing too exhausting,” he had assured you. You haven’t mentioned anything about meeting him when he comes back, but he’s always had endless patience for you and your adorable tricks. He watches you as you eat carefully measured bites of cake, eyes lingering on the way you lick your lips, satisfied with the sugar and his company. He has never felt more thankful for birthdays when you let him feed you small bites with little protest and an endearing blush. It makes him think, makes him want to test boundaries. But he refuses to risk hurting you for the sake of his depraved curiosity. The time to part ways arrives all too soon, and your smile dims a little; for a moment, he seriously considers quitting his job.

“I can barely wait till tomorrow,” you mumble, arms would tight around his waist and forehead pressed into his chest. You stand outside the restaurant, packed cake in hand, waiting for the bus after you declined his offer to drop you home. He nuzzles the crown of your head, breathing in the faint scent of your favourite shampoo, closing his eyes in the face of your affection. “I want you all to myself.” 

Your words feel warm on his skin. “Me neither, darling. And you will. What time is the flight?” 

“8 am,” you answer, and again he senses something...off. Perhaps it’s the prospect of having to get up at 6 in the morning? You're not much of an early bird unless you're coaxed out of bed by the scent of breakfast. He still remembers the first time he stayed over vividly, and not just because of how soundly he slept next to you. You had to get up earlier than usual, for a meeting, and any ideas he'd had about a chirpy morning bird were shattered by the sight of your grumpy expression. It's a memory he likes to revisit when he's feeling dull; he had slipped into unexpected laughter, and you threw a pillow at him. Then he cuddled you until all thoughts of rage-texting Victor faded.

“Want me to come wake you up?” he asks after the brief jaunt down memory lane. He doesn’t bother trying to sound innocent; they both know if he wakes you up, it’ll be with his head between your legs. No danger of a grumpy ___ then. 

“...I’d like that,” you agree readily, smiling up at him. "I'm sure I'll need it. I've been so tired these days..." There's little sign of the shy desire that usually clouds your eyes when he suggests something so improper in public, even though he keeps his voice low. He would be hurt, but instead, there’s a shiver of anticipation running along his spine as you brush your lips against his, dancing away when he leans in. "Happy Birthday, Lu."

Just what is his little butterfly up to? 

The question sits in the back of his mind throughout the day, through each file he reads and every person presenting their research. He doesn’t exactly know where you’re taking him, but he has a few guesses, as you had insisted on packing not only his warmer jackets and thicker shoes, but also his swimming trunks. His thoughts race through ideas, drifting back to last month when he accidentally saw you scrolling through a cute little lingerie website.

'Oh.'

As he flips through the photos you took such care to preserve, he thinks that it's okay that he sees through most of your surprises. It doesn't lessen the delight they bring. He's eager to see what you picked out, what could have caught your fancy, and he hopes he gets to see it tomorrow. 

It will take him some time to admit it, but he didn’t expect what he really found waiting for him in his apartment. 

You look down at your collection, of new and old, with excitement curling along your mouth and a glass of water in hand. There’s some regret, for eating cake so early in the day when you have plans, but it's not like you could have skipped Lucien's birthday cake. Or even cake in general. You resisted where you could, and you think it'll be fine. You take a moment to fantasize about the sinful dessert sitting in your refrigerator before you get to work. It's 4:00 pm, which gives you plenty of time to work, but there's much to be done. 

You're trying really hard to refrain from calling Lucien. Your boyfriend's been getting melancholic again, and you've come up with just the thing to distract him on his birthday.

You shower thoroughly, shave your legs with care, scanning them in the mirror to make sure you haven't missed a spot, applying sweet-scented lotion liberally across the skin. Painful flashbacks of the Brazilian you got for today have you wincing, but you've been determined to live up to the image you painted in your head. Willow, who'd gone to get one too, treated you to ice-cream afterwards, saying it's a must after the first one. After some deliberation, you paint your nails a pearly white and decide to take a nap before you get to blow-drying your hair.

It's 6:00 by the time you scramble out of bed, fixing yourself a light dinner and texting Lucien to make sure he's eaten.

[6:03] Lu: Don't worry. Professor Collins ordered enough for the building. I suspect he feels some guilt for calling me in today.

[6:04] Y/n: I knew there was a reason I liked him! Btw, what time do you think you'll be home?

[6:06] Lu: I'll try to make it home by 12. Don't worry, I'll get up on time ;)

Mouth pursing at the reminder of his horrendous sleeping habits, you go back to your soup with a restless heart. The clock's ticking, and you're quick to finish washing the dishes, finish some last minute packing, and when there's no chore left to do, you head for your bedroom. You connect your phone to the Bluetooth speaker, settling on an upbeat song while you plug in the hairdryer. As you divide your hair into sections, you're nearly giddy with excitement. As far as you could observe, Lucien has no idea what you've got planned, and you're quite proud to have slipped this past him.

You put the device down once each strand of hair is smooth and shiny, warm to the touch. And then you undress, until you're completely bare, running your fingers over lace, giddiness giving way to trepidation. 

You're thankful there's a video on the website because there's no way you could've put on the set by yourself. 

As you tighten the garter belts around your thighs and adjust the lace collar, peering at your reflection in the mirror as you put on simple pearl studs, you decide that it's fine that it's not the most comfortable thing you've ever worn, because you look really good. And you think Lucien will like it. Especially the very convenient holes in the cloth. 

You don’t bother to put on much makeup, keeping it simple with waterproof mascara and lip balm.

You wrap yourself in a simple robe as you hurry to the living room, picking out a pair of black handcuffs, a toy you've only used a few times, all in preparation for today, and a bottle of lube. You put them in a bag along with a towel, a pack of wet wipes and grab your phone. It's 11:30, and you have a text from Lucien saying that he'll be done soon. You put on your flats and exit your apartment quickly, letting it shut behind you as you run over to his front door, tapping in his security code with ease. Before you enter, you pull out a thick white ribbon from your bag, tying it around the handle of the door.

As you slip off your shoes, you realize it's quite strange to be in Lucien's apartment without him there. The lights are off, the curtains drawn to keep the moonlight out. In the past, he's left you dozing in his bed if he has to go to work earlier, but you've never entered the place in his absence. There's no time to ponder the peculiarities of the situation, and you head to his bedroom, your steps timid as if to avoid waking up something slumbering in the shadows.

As you open the door, you peek through the slight crack even though you know he isn't home, stepping in once you're sure it's empty and letting the door close behind you with a click. You're more than familiar with his home, but something in you shies away from invading his privacy. If he knew you were thinking this after several months of dating, he would call you a silly. And get you to stay over more often.

With a resolute nod, you move towards the bed, turning on the lamp next to it. You take out the towel first, spreading it out over his clean sheets and taking a seat on it. You pull up a pillow behind you as you lean back against the headboard, slipping your robe off and folding it, putting it in the bag. You take out your tools, spreading them out in front of you, unsure how to go about this.

The scent of him is subtle, but it's very much present. It soothes your nerves, and the thought of his reaction to your presence gives you strength as you relax your shoulders. You close your eyes, resting them and your mind for a moment, acknowledging the nervousness. Whatever he might be expecting, it's certainly not this, and you can't hold back a smile at that. 

You enjoy catching him off-guard. 

Your fingers brush lightly over the side of your neck, across your collarbone, through the valley of your breasts, thinking about the way he likes to explore your skin with his mouth. As you toy with your breasts, you think about how he likes to start slow, never rushing, always taking his time to draw your pleasure out. He's the biggest tease you've ever met, and you can barely keep up with the games he likes to play, but it's always worth it – he ensures it. He likes to draw out your pleasure, to take it for himself, more and more until you beg for respite.

As you begin circling your clit lightly, you think about the time you tried to wake him up and it resulted in you positioned over him, riding his face as he devoured every drop of pleasure you had in you. How tightly he'd held on to your thighs, refusing to let you move away as he ate you out with only greed and gluttony driving his mouth. When your fingers are glistening and your cheeks are flushed, you leave it there and move to the next step. 

Sitting up, you reach for the bottle of lube, pouring it generously, making sure your index finger is coated well before you turn your focus to the entrance above your sex. You’re on your back now, the soft cotton of the pillow warm from your body heat; your knees are pushed up, your arm reaching down between them. The slight trepidation you had felt the first time, at the feel of your finger dipping into the tightness is all but gone now, leaving behind slightly shaky confidence.

This is something Lucien has wanted to try for a while, but he hasn’t been too direct about it. He’s never gone beyond sliding in a finger, usually, while he’s fucking you, and you decided introducing it on this special day would be perfect. It was a good idea to try it on your own first, to see if it's something you would like, and ease into it. Still, you know Lucien's going to be at least a little difficult about it since you've kept this from him for nearly a month.

You're liberal with the lube as you prepare yourself, adding another finger once you’ve adjusted to the first and you slide them in and out steadily, pressing where it feels pleasing. The flash of your phone distracts you, and you rise onto one elbow to see it's a text from Lucien.

[11:35] Lu: I'll be home in 30 :) 

'He's being strangely cooperative,' you think absently. Once you’ve deemed yourself ready, you pluck out a wet wipe, wiping your hands carefully before reaching for the sleek toy and the bottle of lube. You coat it thoroughly before circling the tip around your entrance, then pushing it in slightly. You try to remain patient as you slide it in slowly, being gentle with your body, letting your tight heat adjust to the plug. 

You have about ten minutes by the time you’ve pushed it in as far as it can go, it’s round ring nestled between your cheeks; you lie there for a minute, breathing heavily, your walls clenching and fluttering. But you're satisfied with the familiarity of it, confident that your idea will be executed smoothly. Your walk to the bathroom is slow, and as you wash your hands you pray he doesn’t get here before you position yourself. Hurrying back into the room, you put everything except for the lube and the handcuffs back in the bag, leaving the bottle on the side table along with your phone once you’ve switched it off, hoping that Lucien will think you're asleep, in case he calls.

And then you try to figure out how he should find you.

This, like everything else, took a lot of thought. Initially, you thought you could just lounge on your front, letting him think you're asleep. But, now is not the time to be lazy. This is the time to make your boyfriend snap and bury himself inside you so deeply he forgets everything else, if just for today. And, preferably, the next three days.

And so you crawl onto the bed, letting your head and chest rest on the firm surface, leaving your rear in the air, presented with absolutely no subtlety. You struggle a little with the handcuffs, but manage to get them on safely, without pulling any muscles. Your arms are stretched over your head, it feels ridiculous, and you’re still giggling into the sheets when you hear the front door open. 

‘The things I do for love.’

You try not to squirm when the bedroom door doesn’t fly open immediately. Knowing the man, he’s probably scanning his living room. Taking his sweet time, knowing you’re in here waiting for him. 

‘This position is very uncomfortable when Lucien’s not there to distract me,’ you muse to yourself, trying to adjust your head comfortably. As if on cue, the door opens. 

You don’t even try to look at him. It won’t be possible, and it’ll only happen when he wants it to - you’ve ensured that by leaving the key on the table. Your heartbeat quickens as you strain your ears, jolting when you hear the door shut. Your back tenses as you pick up on the subtle sounds of him breathing, of light footsteps, of cloth rustling. You wonder what he thinks of the ring standing out between your cheeks, framed by delicate lace, and hope you don’t have to wait too long to find out. 

The bed dips as he takes a seat, and your heart races like a mouse, cornered and trapped, waiting for the cat's paw to fall on it. And then he speaks.

“I have to admit, I was quite disappointed when I didn’t see you outside,” he says casually. The hoarseness in his voice belies his nonchalant attitude, as does the way he clears his throat. You can hear the smile in his tone. You’re thankful he can’t see your face because you’re certain your wide grin would look out of place right now. 

“Are you still disappointed?” Your words are nearly a whisper, hushed and eager. You know he hears them when they prompt him to plant quick kisses across the plump flesh of your rear, a finger trailing across the ring keeping your plug from slipping in. 

“Darling,” he begins, his hands sweeping over your body, feeling the flimsy cloth, tugging at the garter. His touch is delicate, not meant to arouse, but you shiver from it anyway. “I don’t think I could be further from disappointment if I tried. But…”

His hand dips down between your legs, fingers pressing into your slit. You bite back a whimper, surprised that you’re this sensitive. He seems to realise it too, pushing the slender digits in, meeting little to no resistance. Your walls squeeze down, palpitating around it, and you push back immediately. 

“...but, I think I could do with a cup of tea, first. You don’t mind, do you? It was a long day.” A kiss on the back of your head and he’s gone, walking out of the room to get his tea, whistling obnoxiously. You're left staring at pristine sheets, unable to process his abrupt departure and your absolute helplessness in the face of it.

“Lucien!” you cry out, heart beating desperately. There's no space for shame here. “Lucien, please!” There’s no response. But you didn’t expect this to be easy in the first place. “Fuck.” 

And it doesn’t get better. Lucien walks in with a cup of his favourite, steaming beverage, and just stands there at the foot of the bed, sipping it and making casual remarks like he's in a museum. 

“I have to say, you’ve done a wonderful job. Did you buy this set for today?” He toys with the lace on your waist and the straps digging into your skin, his hand sliding up your back as he walks around to stand next to the bed. He, very pointedly, doesn’t mention the new toy. 

You lift your head slightly, tilting it enough to get a good look at him before you nod.  He’s in a skintight turtleneck, slim fit pants, but the dark of his clothes can’t compare to the one in his eyes. The ribbon you left at his door lies next to you. You don't miss the slight bulge at his crotch. He smiles at the sight of your teary eyes, glaring up at him even as you tremble. 

“I guess you don’t like your surprise,” you mumble, trying to fight the pout forming on your lips. The curve of his lips fades as he blinks in surprise before sitting down next to you. 

“Sweetheart, no,” he coos, placing his empty cup on the table. He leans in to kiss you on the cheek. “This is...I don’t think I have the words to describe what I felt when I walked in to see you spread out for me.” 

“Was it good?” you ask softly, trying not to sound smug. You know it was good. You look like you're begging to be fucked – which you are. He chuckles at the cockiness slipping through cracks of faux sincerity. 

“I don’t know how to describe it,” he repeats. He strokes your hair gently, pulling it away from your face. “Shall I show you instead?” 

“Yes. Please.” 

He moves towards the foot of the bed until he kneels behind you, facing your ass, his warm palms a soothing balm to your starved flesh. He caresses your skin gently, squeezing it a few times before you feel his breath on your sex.  The first swipe of his tongue feels like it could ruin you, and the feeling only increases as he continues to lick into you. 

“You’ve got yourself all wet for me, haven’t you? You’re such a good girl.” The first snack of his palm against your ass is unexpected; the second stings terribly and the third painfully welcome. After the seventh one, he pauses to press his mouth to your swollen entrance again, and you’re so wet you can hear the sound of him lapping at you. “But my good girl has been keeping secrets.” 

“I-I wanted to surprise you!” you protest, arching your back further, trying to urge him to move faster. He hums against your slick flesh, his mouth enveloping your swollen clit a second later. It only takes a few sucking motions for you to come with quaking walls and limbs, sobbing in relief at the surprising show of mercy. 

“I know you did. You’ve worked so hard to give me this,” he murmurs, curling a finger around the ring resting between cheeks that flaming red. And then you cry out again when the slender object is pulled out halfway before it’s slid back in, in repetitive, curious motions. “You’re so good to me.” 

“Fuck, Lu-Lucien,” you gasp, struggling for breath. He stills at the sound of his name, a displeased sound leaving his lips. 

“While I adore the view, I do think you’re too uncomfortable like this,” he decides, reaching for the key to your freedom. A part of you suspects he just hates not being able to see your face as he makes you come. You nearly collapse once your hands are freed, and Lucien is quick to gather you in his arms and lay you out on your back.

As your arms slowly reawaken, you put them to good use, pulling him over you to press up into him, nipping at his jaw until he gives in to your silent demand and kisses you deeply. He doesn’t pull away, slipping a questing tongue through your lips, tangling a hand through your hair to keep you there as he plunders your mouth without restraint. He kisses you until you’re putty in his hands, and he whispers his affection into your ears. 

“Please fuck me, Lu,” you plead, just the way he likes it. You place his hand on your breast, arching into his touch; you're deeply aware of the extra addition in your body, pushing against your walls, keeping your feet dipped in a pool of pleasure when you want to drown in it. “Please. It’s all I’ve been thinking about all day.” 

He inhales sharply at your words and moves away to undress slowly, letting your eyes rove across the hard planes of his torso, lean muscle flexing as he moves closer. You watch the way his cock bounces before he wraps a hand around it, giving it a few, sure pumps. He nearly succeeds in distracting you with a kiss, but you still open your mouth demandingly, widening your eyes in the way that never fails. Never one to deny you anything, he climbs over you, kneeling and bending until he can slide the tip of his plump cock into your mouth. You suck at it eagerly, swallowing more and more of him until you choke, until all you can taste is the He slides his swollen shaft out and back in, breathing heavily, groaning at the feel of your wet mouth and zealous tongue. 

You whine when he pulls away, quieting when he climbs down the length of your body to kneel between your legs. He unclasps the straps around your thighs and waist, pulling them off to toss them on the other side of the bed. After a second of consideration, he strips you of the bra as well but leaves the lace collar on. You're left completely exposed and shivering, aching with the need to feel his skin. He locks eyes with you as he wraps his hands around your thighs, pushing them up until you’re spread out, ready to be taken apart. 

“My darling girl, my heart.” His fingers curl over your breasts, tweaking and tugging, his mouth dropping down to suck at a pebbled nipple. You sigh as your fingers slither into his hair, as he rises up to press his cock to your entrance. He slides in all the way and it feels so full you could cry. “God, Lucien. I...it feels so good.” Strange, but you adjust to it. Each drag of his hips, of his skin against yours, feels like it’s setting you on fire. You scramble to catch hold of something, an anchor, before you slip; you pull him down into an urgent kiss as your hips buck up into him. 

He groans into your mouth and leans closer, swallowing your gasps; it’s unbearable, as if you’ll break, and as his thrusts speed up, you push back into him frantically, chasing after the fall, the rise, the destruction – it doesn’t elude you, he doesn’t rip it away but throws you into it instead. He leans back, reaching down for the plug and thrusting it into you, syncing its motions with that of his cock. Before you can comprehend the sudden pressure you’re coming so hard it blinds you, makes you scream, has tears pooling in your eyes.  Lucien works you through it gently, with lips quirked up at the way you babble, kissing you so, so softly your heart floods with how much you feel for this man. With a pounding heart, you watch as he reaches for the drawer, plucking out a condom and grabbing up the lube.

"Are you sure, darling?" Your response is to push your knees further until they're nearly level with your shoulders. He watches you as he lathers his cock with the liquid, using his other hand to pull your plug out. You got used to it, you realize, when it feels so empty. But he doesn't let it remain so, pressing the head of his leaking shaft against your entrance. You're treated to the full depth of his patience, as he dips in and out, getting further in with each propulsion. His eyes spark with every moan, his lips brush your mouth at every discomfited grunt. 

Once he's deep within you, in this new territory, and your head is thrown back, your mouth has fallen open at the feeling – he leans back and begins to thrust. His groans are everything you wanted to hear, and you can't help but smile up at him, unable to tear your eyes away from his bright eyes. There is no sign of the gloom, the sorrow. There's life, there's desire as he tests out all the different ways he can make you moan.

"I love you," you blurt out instead, overcome with the sudden flow of emotion. He slows as you tear up, to your immense embarrassment, and try to throw your arm over your head to cover it up. 'There was nothing sexy about that!' 

And then you nearly choke as, in one swift movement, he wraps your legs around his waist and pulls you up against him. He shudders, clutching you to him as you throw your arms over his shoulders, eyes rolling back into your head when he slips deeper. Your kiss is frenzied, as are his thrusts when they start anew, and then you do cry when he whispers his love, his praise against your lips, over and over again. Your nails dig into his skin, and his teeth sink into yours. You sob harder when he presses you into the bed, drilling into you like a man crazed and sliding his fingers into your throbbing sex. 

His eyes glow as he strikes where it shatters you, and you're blinded by it – completely consumed by the force of it, the way it leaves you in pieces, but even through your quaking limbs and the ringing in your ears, you feel Lucien pull out of you. Through bleary eyes, you watch him rip the condom off hastily before sliding through your oversensitive slit. He chokes out a guttural groan, clinging to you as he falters, the snapping of his hips unsteady as he comes almost violently, pumping himself into you, filling you up past what you can hold. 

For a long moment, the only sounds in the room are of you two trying to catch your breath.

“Happy Birthday,” you whisper, pressing a shaky kiss to his cheek. He stays curled over you, staring down at your flushed face, your hair now far from smooth and sticking to your skin. His damp bangs fall haphazardly across his forehead, his lips are kissed red and he's so beautiful you need to look away before you cry again.

His eyes are suspiciously shiny as he kisses your forehead gently. “I love you, my darling girl.” 

As he settles next to you on the bed, you turn over gingerly. You're completely spent, sore and sweaty. Still, you aim for casualness, ignoring the slight tremble in your legs. "Excited for tomorrow?"

“Very,” he answers once you’re curled up into him, and he can play with your hair to his heart's content. “I'm glad we have the whole weekend to ourselves.” 

You gasp in mock outrage. "I do have an itinerary, you know." And you’ve also opened a new door for you both. You have no doubt Lucien will be experimenting on you until he’s familiar with every inch of this new area, and the slight fear you feel is understandable. He can be quite enthusiastic when it comes to figuring out what makes you tick.

"So do I." His smirk is positively feral and you can't help but snort. 

“Think we can shower before bed?” 

“Yes, if you’d like,” he gathers you into his arms gently, then sinks back into the bedding. “...maybe in some time. Are we actually leaving in the morning?“ 

You know your smile is a tad impish when he pinches your cheek. “We’ve got an afternoon flight.” If all goes according to plan, your boyfriend's birthday weekend will have a very pleasant start – with your mouth wrapped around his cock. You just have to make sure you wake up before him.

[horansqueen]

AM Conversations : chapter 50

A Niall Horan fanfiction ; rated MA

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NOTES:

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Chapter 50 : His chapter

NIALL

I heard her wake up all night and every single time, I waited until she was asleep again to do the same. She was not sick often, except for migraines, but this time, it was bad enough for her to beg me to stay with her the next day. She turned around in bed and wrapped one of her arms around my waist, making me smile as she groaned.

"Please don't leave me alone here all day."

I brought my hand to her face, caressing her cheek gently before pushing a lock of hair behind her ear.

"You want me to stay here with you and watch you snore all day?" I joked, smiling more when I saw her nose raise up in a grimace.

"Yes." she let out firmly with a baby voice, making me chuckle this time.

"You're such a child, I swear!"

I felt her grip tighten around my waist and I rolled my eyes with a smile. I had no idea why but I actually enjoyed the fact that she needed me so bad. Our relationship was just getting better and I didn't want things to change. She was still insecure and I was still not totally good at not making her jealous but we managed and we were both making efforts, which was the best we could expect from each other.

I never thought it would be so tough to date my best friend. I didn't regret it, but I was still unsure of so many things that sometimes, I ended up backing away from her and hurting her. That's when she'd become even more insecure and we would just end up being trapped in a vicious circle. The fact that I was so busy was an obstacle to our relationship too. Every free moment I had, I would spend with her and I couldn't hide the fact that I missed hanging out with my friends, spending a day playing golf or just having some time for myself.

"Please, Nee."

"You're warm... you clearly have fever." I pointed out, pressing my palm on her cheek. "You need to get in the shower, darling. Stay under the lukewarm stream for about minute and come back in bed.”

"Mm no, it's too cold."

"You may feel cold but you're burning." I explained. "Come on, do that and i'll make you some tea."

"And stay here today?"

Her eyes were now half opened and she was looking up at me through her eyelashes. She was pretty and endearing and it brought an other smile to my lips.

"And stay here today."

Her lips curled and I bent down to kiss the top of her head before pulling the covers away from her. She groaned but finally let go of me to get up slowly. She took her shirt off, her back facing me, and I stared at her as she did the same with her panties. I knew she was sick but that didn't mean I couldn't enjoy the view.

"Hurry up." I said, smacking her bum playfully and making her jump a bit.

"Be nice! I'm siiiick!" she complained again before walking to the bathroom.

When I heard the shower, I got up but stopped myself and sighed, picking up her dirty clothes and throwing them in the laundry basket. I searched through my things and put one of my shirts on the bed along with a pair of boxers and finally walked out of the room to reach the kitchen.

As I waited for the water to boil, I grabbed my phone and sent a text message saying I was taking a day off and just turned it off to be sure not to be disturbed. I walked upstairs with her tea and put it on the bedside table right before going to the bathroom. I rolled my eyes when I saw her soaked towel laying on the floor and cleaned the shower a bit before doing the same with the sink.

"You left your towel on the floor, Liv. Again." I complained before realizing she was already asleep.

I sighed and closed my eyes, knowing she was sick and it was wrong of me to be mad for that, but it was not only on that day, it was all the time. I never thought it would be so tough for someone as clean as me to live with someone as messy as she was. Sometimes, it was driving me insane.

I let her sleep for a while and ate toasts and eggs for breakfast before washing the dishes and going to sit on the couch to watch the golf channel. Staying home got me slightly bored and after a while, I grabbed my notebook and started scribbling a few words, feeling suddenly inspired for a new song. I didn't know how much time passed since I was concentrated on my writing but she finally appeared from the hall. Her hair was a mess and she was yawning but despite all this, my lips curled at her sight.

"Come here, are you hungry?" I asked, raising my eyebrows.

She walked up to me, her feet brushing against the carpet, and let herself fall on the couch next to me. As soon as her ass hit the couch, she cuddled me, curling up against me, her leg over my thigh and her head leaning on my shoulder.

"Have you ever heard of personal space?" I joked with a chuckle.

"I'm part of your personal space, Horan."

I laughed at her words, knowing she was going say those exact words since it's always what she answered me. I liked the degree of intimacy we had reached but I realized we had it even before we started dating.

"Oh yea?"

"Oh yea."

I laughed and kissed the top of her head again, pushing my notebook away and sitting better on the couch so we could be more comfortable. We remained in silence for a while until I sighed low.

"Are you hungry, do you want something to eat?"

She grimaced and groaned, shaking her head.

"You're gonna have to eat, you know." I pointed out, wrapping my arm around her shoulders and pulling her close.

"But i'm siiiiiick!"

"Told ya not to go out without a sweater. It's getting colder, especially at night."

She groaned again and buried her face in my neck.

"You're such a mom." she mumbled against my skin, making me laugh.

"And you're such a child." I replied for the second time that day.

I felt her lips brush against my neck and it made goosebumps appear on my skin. I brought my hand to her back and caressed her over her shirt to soothe her and after a while, she let out a low whimper that made me smile. She was still a bit warm, probably a sign that the fever was slowly coming back, and I finally got up quickly.

"Okay, enough." I let out, looking down at her as she sent me puppy eyes. "Soup for you, and meds, and then you rest."

"Nooo no no no!" she argued in a begging voice.

I pretended I didn't hear and just laughed as I walked to the kitchen to make some soup. When I came back, I noticed she was playing a video game on the tv and rolled my eyes with a smile. She had been a bit obsessed with Mario Kart recently and I just put the soup on the coffee table before going to the bathroom, looking through my stuff to find something against the flu. I got back with pills and a water bottle and she put her remote down to swallow the pills I gave her. I glanced at the tv and smiled.

"You know if I play with you, you won't be first in any of the races?" I pointed out with a laugh as she started eating.

She looked up at me and chuckled before grabbing an other remote and handing it to me, staring in my eyes with a small smirk.

"Don't hold back and cry."

"Challenge accepted."

We started playing and I tried hitting her gently with my elbow from time to time to distract her. She kept laughing whether she was winning or losing and that was something I loved about her. She didn't care if she won or not, she just wanted to have fun. We joked a lot about who was the best but in the end, It never really mattered to us as long as we had a good time together.

"Ex eaquo." she let out, putting the remote on the coffee table before turning to me and crossing her legs on the couch.

"Fair enough." I laughed a bit but it faded away quick enough.

She tilted her head while staring at me and I could swear her eyes fluttered. She sent me a warm and fond smile and it made me smile back. There was always something in the way she looked at me... something that made me wonder how I missed all the love in her eyes for all these years.

"Thank you for staying home today." she started, making the left corner of my lips raise up again. "Thank you for taking care of me."

"You don't have to thank me, I knew I was staying home with you the first time you woke up in the middle of the night. You didn't even have to do all that begging this morning."

She chuckled and raised her shoulders up and bit her bottom lip.

"Are you gonna take care of me like that when we'll be old? When our kids are out of the house, when there will be only us two again, when I can barely walk?"

My smile fell slightly and it hit me suddenly that she had thought about our future when It never really crossed my mind. It's not that I didn't want to, I just didn't know what I wanted. I preferred to live one day at a time instead to plan years ahead. I stared at her a few seconds, blinking a few times and trying to hide the fact that my heart was beating harder and faster suddenly. I didn't want to hurt her, I've hurt her enough for a few lifetimes already, so I just sent her a smile.

"Come here." I whispered, opening my arms.

Immediately, she moved closer and I wrapped my arms around her, holding her tight against me. I felt her lips travel again on my neck and up to my jaw.

"Will you?" she insisted in a murmur, making me press my lips together.

I turned my head her way and looked down, my eyes roaming on her face. I brought my hand to her cheek and let my fingers graze her skin softly. I picked my words carefully and licked my lips.

"I promise i'll always be there for you."

                                                           ----

"Are you sure you don't want me to stay?" I asked, raising my eyebrows as I looked at her.

I wanted to go out, I wanted to go for a few pints with my friends, and I didn't want to stay between these damn four walls tonight, but I still asked her.

"No, of course not, i'm fine!" she argued with a smile, grabbing her tissue box and bringing it on her lap. "I'll watch a few movies and go to bed so stay as late as you want."

"If you need me just call or text okay?" I proposed, putting my phone in my pocket. "It's on vibe, i'll feel it."

"Then I may just text you a lot." she joked with a laugh, making me chuckle too.

The discussion we had had in the afternoon had left me with a bittersweet feeling. For some reason, it made me want to run away so when my cousin called for an evening at the pub, I couldn't say no. I loved Olivia, I knew I did, but this whole thing was a bit too much for me and I didn't know what to think and how to feel anymore. She told me herself after all, didn't she? Love is not all you need, no matter what we've been told.

Apparently, a bunch of people I knew and didn't know were invited and I took a seat next to Louis who pushed a pint in front of me. I grabbed it and after a few seconds, I had swallowed half of it.

"Mate, you alright?"

I glanced at him and shrugged, focusing on the glass in my hands as I turned it slowly. I didn't want to share my feelings and thoughts with him if only because he was so close to my girlfriend now that it would make things awkward. It's not that I didn't trust him but I didn't want to put him in a position where he'd have to keep secrets from her or feel bad to be around her.

"Just tired." I lied with a shrug.

"Liv's still sick?"

"Yea, t'was worse this morning but she wasn't really in the mood to come."

"Legit."

I felt someone sit next to me and without thinking, I turned my head only to face one of the most gorgeous girls I had ever seen. She smiled more, maybe because of the way I was looking at her, and extended her hand to me after pushing a lock of her dark hair behind her shoulder.

"Hey, i'm Gia."

"Niall." I replied, shaking her hand slightly.

"I know."

I sent her a smile and my eyes moved down to check her out until I felt Louis nudge me on the side to get my attention. My eyes lingered for an other second on the pretty girl and I finally turned back to my friend who was raising his eyebrows at me.

"You're drooling." he pointed out in a low tone.

I could hear a hint of blame in his voice and groaned low. I knew I shouldn't be flirting but it seemed like I hadn't done something like this in years. I was not used to hold back, I was not used to stop myself from doing what I wanted... I was not used to be in a real relationship, or at least not for that long. Louis stared at me for a few more seconds before moving closer to me.

"Don't do that, Niall." he let out in a sad tone. "I promise it's not worth it."

I sighed low and nodded slowly before he sent me a small smile and got up. I watched him leave and was ready to do the same when I felt a hand on my arm and stopped moving completely. I felt a shiver run up my spine but it was more because of the thrill than because of her touch.

"Are you leaving already?"

I stared at her for a few seconds before sitting back down. I should leave, every fiber of my body was telling me to run away and go back to Olivia, but I couldn't. Instead, I remained quiet for a few seconds and finally smiled more.

"No, i'm staying."

We talked for a while and the way she looked at me made me believe I could bring her home if I wanted. I kept thinking about Liv but tried to push the thought away when a feeling of guilt would invade me. I was not really doing anything, and I didn't plan to do anything, but I couldn't pretend it didn't bother me that I couldn't enjoy this a bit more. I swallowed my third beer and chuckled at something moderately funny she said.

"Look, Gia, I need to tell you something." I let out, licking my lips. "I already have a girlfriend."

"Oh I know, and I don't care." she admitted with a shrug as she laughed again. "Heidi told me it was not serious."

"Heidi?" I asked with a frown, looking around the table to finally meet her eyes.

She sent me a smirk and I felt suddenly totally stupid. Did Heidi do that on purpose? Was I just fooled like a fucking loser? I turned back to Gia and sent her a smile, shaking my head.

"Was nice meeting you, but I need to go now."

I pushed my chair and got up but she grabbed my wrist and it felt wrong. I could feel the way Olivia wrapped her fingers gently around my wrist sometimes and my heart skipped a beat as I took my hand back, feeling Gia's fingers slide on my skin and making me grimace. It was ridiculous. I was ridiculous and no matter what excuses came to my mind, I was the only one to blame.

"Don't leave, I really don't care that you have a girlfriend."

I sighed again but louder this time and bent down to look in her eyes.

"I do."

I walked away in the direction of the door and glared at Heidi for a few seconds. Quickly, she jumped off her chair and followed me.

"Niall." she said, making an annoying noise with her heels on the wood floor. "Niall!"

She grabbed my arm and made me stop walking. I turned around and shook my head at her, talking before she could say anything.

"You set this up?" I asked, a bit mad. "You asked this girl to come and flirt with me to see if i'd cheat on my girlfriend? What kind of fucking sicko are you?"

"No!" she frowned, shaking her head a bit too quickly. "She said she thought you were sexy and I said you were taken but it wasn't anything serious, that's it!"

"Heidi, I've literally been dating Olivia for almost a year, how can this not be serious?"

She stared at me and raised her eyebrows, taking a lock of her hair and twisting it around one of her fingers. I remembered she always did that whenever she wanted us to have sex and took a step back without realizing it.

"Didn't seem serious when your eyes were literally glued to Gia's cleavage."

I closed my eyes, knowing she was right and swallowed hard.

"You got me there, i'm human." I let out, pressing my lips together as I felt anger invade my insides. I just wasn't sure if I was mad at Heidi or at myself. Maybe a bit of both. "A sad, poor excuse of one, but a human being nonetheless."

"Oh please, Niall." she added, rolling her eyes. "You're 23, it's not like you were going to spend your life with her. I mean okay, she's your best friend so this little masquerade you're doing lasts a little longer. I know you don't want to hurt her but seriously? Can you imagine having sex only with her for the rest of your life? Get married? Have kids? You're not ready for that, Niall."

She looked at me in an amused way and chuckled meanly, putting her hands on her waist. I hated her words and felt something burn inside me. I hated it because every single word she said seemed so true it made me want to puke. I was not ready, no matter what I tried to make myself or even Olivia believe. Clearly, my girlfriend was a step ahead in our relationship and it was scaring me. I was not going to let Heidi know, though, simply because it was none of her business.

"You have no idea what you're talking about." I just said rudly, walking past her and reaching the door.

She followed me quickly but remained close to the door as I walked out.

"I'm right and you know it, Niall!"

I stopped and turned around, walking back quickly to her suddenly angrier than ever.

"I love her! I'm in love with her!" I could feel my hands shake and I placed them into fists as I tried not to let anger consume me.

"Oh sure you do. But you two started dating too fast. You clearly got a lot left to live and you're too young to settle forever." she explained with a small shrug.

The fact that she remained so calm annoyed me and I groaned low, raising my nose up. Why was I even listening to her anyway? I should go back to Olivia and make sure she was okay. I should get a cab and go back home to join her in bed and cuddle her. But what I shouldn’t do is stay there, in the cold, listening to a girl I thought was my friend tell me that the relationship I have with my girlfriend was a mistake.

"And if you need me to help you relax, she let out, taking a step closer and running her hand on my chest. "I'm always here, whether you're still dating her or not.”

A bit roughly, I pushed her hand away and took a step back. I watched her, her arms around herself, shivering because of the cold, and I realized that I didn't want any of this.

"October's a cold month at night." I just pointed out a bit meanly. "You should wear a sweater."

Without an other word, I turned on my heels and left quickly. I heard her yell behind me and held my breath.

"You'll call me back sooner than you think!"

I started running for a reason I ignored and when my throat was burning and I couldn't seem to breathe anymore, I stopped and held myself on my knees, panting. Perhaps I hated this and everything Heidi had mentioned because I knew, deep down, that she was right. I felt the few beers I drank make me want to puke and turned to my right, vomiting slightly in the grass. I closed my eyes and breathed slowly and deeply, trying to get my heartbeats back to a normal pace but It wasn't due to my run but more because of all the guilt running inside me. I loved Olivia, I loved her more than I had ever loved anyone. It was scary and troubling and I was not really sure what to do with those feelings.

I kept walking around slowly, knowing that I should get a taxi but not really sure I wanted to. I didn't feel ready to go home and see my girlfriend after everything that happened, even if she wasn't aware of anything. I couldn't stop thinking about what Heidi told me and about how Liv said that love was not all that was needed in a relationship. I loved her and she loved me, shouldn't it be enough?

Before I realized it, I stood in front of my house and sighed, taking one of my hands out of my pocket to look at the time on my watch. It was already 2am and I just stood there a few more minutes before walking in. All the lights were off and I blinked a few times until my eyes got used to the dark. I walked to my room and quickly undressed before getting under the covers with my girlfriend. She didn't move and I wrapped my arm around her, pulling her to me until her back pressed on my chest. I loved her, I couldn't see my life without her, and I had to stop letting doubts get the best of me.

"I love you, Olivia." I whispered, burring my nose in her hair and closing my eyes. "I'm in love with you."

[ddaengyoonmin]

Chapter 5

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Genre: DystopianFuture!au; Prison!au; historical and mythological characters; based on the Fate/ anime series. Fluff, Angst, Smut (it’s gonna be real smutty in some chapters 😳) Action and fighting will be a definite theme.

Pairing: poly!Ot7 X Reader -there will be some three(maybe even more)some smut in future chapters

Warnings: Fingering, Unprotected sex, voyeur and exhibitionism? 

Word count: 4.8k

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@mynameisstruggling @kaekae-h @skytime092

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@spider-thot0115 @sunshine-or-some-shit

@em1joon @aclp-jb1d @monvieesdaebak @mother-forker @karissassirak

@littlebluebird-al @namjoonsslutakakoreanmanswhore @d-noona

(if i forgot you let me know lol i suck at taglists but i try my best!! <3 )

As the car continued to speed down the road, Yoongi's foot was shaking on the pedal.  He’d had his fair share of experiences racing away from a terrifying situation, but nothing compared to this.  His palms sweat, slipping slightly on the steering wheel as he made a sharp turn.  The brutal sight from mere minutes ago playing in his mind on a loop. 

About twenty feet up in the air a silver camera drone hovered.  Almost as if it had eyes, Yoongi felt its stare intruding into the windows of the car.  Yoongi rolled down his driver’s side window.

“Did you like that you sick fucks? Did we put on a good show for you?” He screamed out, putting his arm out the window and sticking his middle finger up at the drone,  At the world, at the viewers who were probably all comfortable on their couches with popcorn and other snacks while they watched that gruesome event play out.  Some had probably even cheered when the team was taken out. If they had a bet going on they may have just won some money off the deaths that took place. 

Yoongi was growing nauseous at that thought, and put his foot to the gas even more, wanting to be home and indoors where the cameras wouldn’t follow. 

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When the car pulled into the garage, the rest of the group assumed the same roles they had done the last time.  You slid off the back of the trunk shakily as Jimin held out a hand to steady you on your way down. 

“Thanks” you mumbled.

“Of course, you okay?”

“Been better” you shrugged.  You had thought that nothing could ever terrify you more than Vulcan did.  Yet, today had proved you wrong.  When you were faced with your possible demise, you had a thought.  You didn’t want to leave this world, not yet, you still needed more time with these men. 

Master, his cold way of dealing with you still hadn’t turned you off from the idea that he was still someone you wanted to be close with.

Jin, his caring nature, the way he carried you to the couch, and constantly checked in on you.

Hoseok, you hadn’t gotten extremely close with him, but you really like him and his ready to go attitude that really encouraged the rest of the team, and kept them positive despite what you were all going through.

Namjoon, the way he cared about his teammates, taking on a lot of the hard decisions and playing mediator even when he had his own shit going on, you knew that took a toll on him, but he didn’t show it. 

Jimin, the beautiful man who made you feel so good nights ago.  You had grown fond of his smile, and his warm heart.  He was moody and a bit rash at times, but he was good, and kind to you.

Taehyung, the man you had felt comfortable talking to about your past.  He listened well, and he didn’t seem to judge you for anything.  If he did, he’d never said a word.  He felt like safety in this world that was currently anything but.

And lastly Jungkook, the awkward shy man, who you noticed was scared and probably wanted to run away from this whole thing and never look back. Yet, he stayed with his teammates, not wanting to let anyone down and still trying his best.

These men, your team mates.  You weren’t ready to leave that behind.

So, for the first time in your life, or second life, whatever it may be...you were truly afraid of death.  You felt that ticking clock of mortality telling you that there wasn’t enough time, that there might never be enough time with them.

You were torn away from your thoughts when two strong arms were pulling you into a hug.  Which surprised you, the men had tried their best to keep skinship with you to a minimum so as not to risk getting carried away with the lustful feelings.

It was Jin, he had pulled you in tightly, and you accepted it, wrapping your arms around his waist and locking them behind his back.

He didn’t say a word, just holding you there for a minute in the garage.  You realize everyone had left and you’d been standing there in a daze, which must’ve worried Jin.

When he pulled back he gave you a small smile and patted you on the head.

“I needed that” you spoke softly.

“Yeah me too actually” he chuckled, then looked down at the small tent in his pants that had formed and sighed “Yeah that’s not my fault.” He winked

You giggled “yeah, my bad”

“Mmm, not sure if I’d call it bad” Jin brought his hand to your face and brushed your cheek lightly with his thumb. 

You felt a shiver run up your spine, and a small tingle of pleasure at his gentle and loving touch. 

“You know I really wish we could.  But I won’t force myself on you like Yoongi did” he frowned

“Yoongi didn’t force himself on me” you looked down and shuffled your feet

“Bullshit.  You’re telling me you let him treat you that way?” He shook his head, not believing you.

“I did.  And he could do it again. He can do whatever he likes to me.  He’s my master” you snapped, taking a step back from Jin.

“Hey hey hey, I’m sorry okay...I just find it hard to believe that you’re okay with that.  I’m just worried about you.” He sighed again “just don’t think you have to let him treat you that way.  You don’t deserve it”  Jin stepped forward, kissing you on your forehead and letting his lips linger there for a while.

“Thanks for your opinion” you said in a monotone voice.  Not wanting to discuss this further. 

“So you really want him…” he grumbled.

“I want all of you...but I want him most” you whispered.

Jin nodded, “well, I’ll try not to be too hurt by that.  At least I’m a contender huh?” 

“I really do like you too Jin,  please just don’t worry about how I deal with Yoongi and our... relationship….” 

Jin grinned “okay, I’ll do my best to stay out of it.  But that doesn’t mean I’m not going to worry okay?” 

You nodded. 

“Do you think…” he paused.  Debating on if he should finish. “Do you think the others would be mad if you slept with me tonight?” 

You raised your eyebrows “I mean, Namjoon set rules right?”

“Oh! No no, I meant like, just sleeping, literal sleeping, like...you share my blankets and pillows with me, maybe...we cuddle or something.  Nothing more” he ran his fingers through his hair, suddenly getting nervous like a schoolboy asking out his first crush.

“I’m not sure what they’d think” you chuckled “but if they don’t mind.  I’d love to” 

Jin nodded his head up and down quickly “I-I’m gonna ask about that.” He sped over to the door into the house, holding it open for you to go in first.  You felt his eyes locked on you as you walked into the house and to the kitchen for something to drink. 

Jin didn’t know how much longer he could take this.  He needed you, and he wished that you loved him most.  It seemed that your affections leaned towards Yoongi more than anyone else, maybe all you really wanted from the others was sex and nothing more.  But, Jin was convinced he could show you how a good man would treat his woman, and maybe then…

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Everyone had grabbed something from the kitchen to either drink or eat before settling down to sit on their beds.  It wasn’t quite evening yet, but each of them had exhausted expressions.  Taehyung was trying to comfort Jungkook who still was slightly in shock.  

They were rightfully shaken up.  

Namjoon finally spoke up.

“So, I know it's hard to think of what happened today as a good thing.  But, it wasn’t us that got taken out.  So we have reason to feel some relief.”

Yoongi rolled his eyes, “Yeah I’ll feel relieved when it’s over” 

“Well I think we have reason to feel grateful.  Goddess saved us back there.  You saw what happened to the others, that could’ve easily been us.”  Taehyung spoke, casting a smile your way, “That was good thinking distracting Archer.”

You didn’t want to admit that distracting her wasn’t quite your plan, but yes, things did all work out.

Yoongi scoffed and rolled his eyes for a second time. 

Jimin jabbed him in the ribs with his elbow.  “If you don’t start being nice to her I swear I’m not talking to you anymore.  She’s been nothing but kind and helpful since the moment she got here.  Hell, she’s even put up with your sour attitude better than your own friends here have.  So I think it’s time to put whatever shit you have going on behind you and start appreciating YOUR servent” 

Yoongi suddenly frowned and looked down to the floor. 

“I’m sorry….” he muttered. 

“To us? Or to her?” Jin asked, “because I don’t think you should apologize to any of us before you’ve made things right with her.”

Yoongi didn’t quite know what to say.  How could he possibly put what he’d been feeling into words, who could possibly understand?  If he said what was honestly on his mind would that make things better? Or should he just tell them what they want to hear, then everything can go on like sunshine and rainbows even when he knows it’s not. 

Jimin spoke before Yoongi had made a decision on that.

“I think Yoongi's issue here is...that he hates the Escape war. He hates everything it stands for and he holds a grudge against society for making it acceptable.  And unfortunately goddess here is a part of that system that you hate right?” Jimin turned to Yoongi meeting his eyes.

Yoongi nodded shamefully “I don’t want any of this.  I don’t want to be a master, I just want to serve my time and live my life here in red brick like anyone else.  And every time I see her, or hear her speak.  I’m reminded that I’m a part of a sick game that rich fucks created to fill their wallets.”

The room fell silent for a long while.  No one quite knew what to say to make Yoongi feel better.

“Did you ever think that I didn’t ask for any of this either?”  You spoke, breaking the quiet. “That I’m no less of a victim in all of this than you are? I don’t represent thing sick game any more than you do Master.  But you know what? I was happy that I was summoned here the moment I saw you, when I asked who my master was, and you spoke, I couldn’t have been more excited to get to know you and be on your team.  Not because I was excited to win, or kill, but because of you and the goodness I saw in your eyes.  I love you Master, why won’t you accept me?” Tears started to form in your eyes as you spoke.  All eyes in the room were shifting back and forth between you and Yoongi, wondering how he’d respond.

His mouth hung open, like words were trying to come out but being held back.

What he did next wasn’t unexpected, but it didn’t stop you from letting out a loud sob while he stormed silently out of the room and into his bedroom.  

Jin shook his head angrily.  The rest of the group were motionless and still deep in thought about your confession.

“You love him?” Jimin spoke quietly.

“I don’t know what else to call it…” you muttered.  “It’s like I told Jin earlier...I care for all of you, but Master...what I feel for him is more”

“So do you love me?” Jin spoke.  It caught you off guard, you didn’t quite know if you could call your feelings for the rest of them love.  Lust? Yes.  Protectiveness? Also yes. Love? What even is love?  You just confessed that you loved Yoongi, but did you even know that it was what you felt?  

The next series of events happened far too quickly for you to stop.

“If anything she’d love me.  She kissed me, and touched me.  And we understand eachother” Taehyung's chest puffed out with pride as he confessed.

“Well she might love me too since I went down on her, and we understand each other as well” Jimin shrugged.

The rest of the group sat wide eyed and in shock at their admission of breaking Namjoons rules.

“W-what?” Jungkook stuttered staring at Taehyung with a look of betrayal.  

Jin stiffened and fell quiet and still.  Hoseok chuckled and patted Jimin on the back as if to say ‘nice one’.  Namjoon on the other hand looked furious.  

“Did I not say…” He started.  Then he looked to you, his face growing red and angry “Did you make them do this?” 

You couldn’t find the right words to say, you were embarrassed and ashamed.  The last thing you wanted was to cause tension in the group.  You felt that Namjoon now saw you how most men had always seen you,  a temptress and a witch who lured men into her spell of lust. 

Jimin stepped in before you came up with something to say.

“Namjoon stop.  If anything it was my fault, she honestly tried to talk me out of it at first.  I’m sorry I broke the rules.  But I think it was a ridiculous rule in the first place. You know we all want her, and it’s not that easy to hold back.”

Namjoon’s eyes narrowed “Fine then.” he said coldly “Fine.  No more rules.  Everyone just do whatever you’d like with her then.”  

The room was in shock at the lift on Namjoons ban.  

“Obviously if she wants to, which I don’t see being an issue.  I mean that's your whole thing right?” Namjoon looked your way a hint of disgust in his tone that made you feel ashamed. 

You frowned slightly

 “Y-yeah.  That’s my thing I guess” You stammered with an almost sarcastic tone, feeling slightly annoyed at the way he had just spoken to you.  Like a toy, like all you were good for was sex and putting out when someone wanted it from you.  You’d like to think that you were more than that, but your past experiences didn’t really give you much of a defense. 

Namjoon sighed and stood up from his chair, “I’m gonna go get Yoongi” he grumbled as he left. 

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The rest of the night was awkward.  All of your team seemed to not know how to handle Namjoon’s rule being ended.  Should they give it a try?  Your reaction definitely didn’t seem like you were happy about it, and as irresistible you were to them, they weren’t going to force you into anything.  

When it came time to sleep you settled down on the couch, everyone including Yoongi and Namjoon were settling into their places in the living room and quickly falling asleep.  

Just as you were about to shut your eyes and do the same, a soft voice hit your ears from the side of the couch. 

“I suppose that means my proposition earlier is fine...if you still want to?” Jin whispered. 

You looked down to where he laid right below you along the length of the couch.  He smiled up at you, with a hopeful expression. 

You were happy that you hadn’t crushed his spirits earlier with everything that had gone down.  You really did like him too, he meant a lot to you.  When he asked you if you loved him, you wanted so badly to tell him that you did, even if you didn’t.  Just to see the way his face would light up at your words.  You wanted him happy, and loved. 

“Of course.” You whispered back with a smile.  Quietly you lower yourself down onto the floor, he held his blanket up for you to get under, he was shirtless and wearing only a pair of light pink sweatpants.  Almost instantly he pulled you tightly into himself, your back pressed against his hard and muscular chest, an arm clutching you around your waist holding you tightly to him. 

You could feel his erection start to grow against your backside.  You knew he couldn’t help it, it was just the spell, you told yourself. 

 But, feeling wanted by this kind and caring man had you feeling better about the day’s events, and you found yourself wiggling slightly against the hardness in the front of his pants, rubbing your ass against him.  

He reacted instantly to the feeling, shutting his eyes tightly and bringing his head to rest on your shoulder and his cheek against your own.  He let out a small moan as you continued. 

“Fuck baby.  Don’t stop doing that” he whispered into your ear. 

You started to press your hips harder back into him, rolling them in small circles and rubbing against him.  His hand now moved from your waist and clutched your hip, holding you tightly to himself as you moved.   He moaned lightly again and you could feel his chest start to rise and fall quickly as his breathing increased.  You felt your own arousal growing as you continued,  the hot sticky wetness that was now underneath your dress proving how turned on you were from this. 

“You’re making me want to fuck you right here.” He murmured. 

As much as you felt like you were only proving Namjoon right at this point, you couldn’t deny how badly you wanted to do exactly that. 

Fuck it, maybe sex was something that you just couldn’t resist, but that didn’t mean you weren’t more than that.  And you weren’t going to pass up this opportunity just because of what Namjoon said.  

You grabbed Jins hand that was on your waist, moving it down and underneath your dress to your dripping center, holding tightly onto his wrist as his fingers started to find their way between your folds.  You shivered at the feeling and your hips pressed back into him making him groan.  

“Shh” you quietly giggled.  

You felt Jin smile against the skin on your neck where he was now leaving light kisses. 

Jin's fingers started to circle your clit, making you gasp out. 

“Hey, shh” he chuckled, laughing at the hypocrisy of you being noisy right after shushing him. 

After circling around your clit for a few moments, his fingers trailed their way down and to your entrance.  He nipped your ear lightly as one of his fingers entered into you.  You tried your best to be quiet, biting your lip at the feeling.  Then another finger entered, and he started to slowly move them in and out, curling them and brushing against your sensitive walls.  

You wanted to moan and scream with pleasure but continued to bite your lip holding back your noises, not wanting to wake your teammates.  You don’t quite know why, but you’d feel slightly embarrassed if anyone woke up and caught you like this with Jin. 

Jin continued a steady pace of in and out, soft kisses trailing up and down your neck as he did, loving the way you’d move your hips against him when he’d brush against a spot or touch you in a way that seemed to feel exceptionally good. 

Your breathing was quickened and shallow, trying your best to not let out a scream that was building in your stomach next to the orgasm that was building under Jin’s fingers.

“Cum for me Goddess” he whispered into your ear. 

And that was your undoing.  You let out a long exhale as your walls convulsed and tightened around his fingers.  Your orgasm flooding over you, pure bliss hitting every inch of your body.  You shook and wiggled against him as you came. 

“Fuck baby, you’re so hot” Jin brought his fingers out of you and to his lips.  You turned your head just in time to see him take the two fingers that were covered in your juices and bring them past his soft plush lips, sucking on them and releasing them with a quiet pop.

“And delicious” he added

  You lean your head forward to him, your eyes locked on those tempting lips. 

He met you halfway and his lips touched yours passionately and heavily.  His kisses were sloppy but somehow precise at the same time.  You could easily get  lost in them for hours if he’d let you. 

You felt him reach a hand down, adjusting his pants to be able to pull out his cock.  You could now feel him against your ass as your dress was pulled up past your waist.  You repeated your previous motions, rubbing against him and rolling your hips in circles against him. 

“Goddess.  You are so perfect.” he muttered, his lips brushing against your ear now. 

“Can I?” he whispered, now moving to position his cock at your entrance that was still soaked from your orgasm. 

“Yes.  Please” you moaned. 

Jin then slowly started to lift his hips, pushing himself into you every so slightly, and groaning softly with every small movement.  

Once he was completely inside of you, his hand gripped your hip tightly and he held you still as he somehow pushed up even further.  You let out a small gasp at how deep inside of you he was, which caused him to chuckle and bring his other arm under your head.  He brought two fingers to your lips, and you instantly parted your mouth.  He pushed his fingers inside, his way of trying to keep you quiet most likely.  You started to suck on his fingers, flicking your tongue along them as he pushed them deeper into your mouth.  Jin now started to slowly move his hips, moving himself in and out of you.  

You hadn’t seen his cock, only felt it, but the way that it filled you up you could only assume he was huge.  Much longer than Yoongi had been.  

Jin growly softly as he started to pick up his pace, rolling his hips quickly and gripping your hips tightly, his fingertips digging into your side as his hips smacked against your ass.  

“Shit” he gasped a bit too loud.  Suddenly you felt his whole body still, and his hand grip tighter onto you.  He was hissing softly, and you could now feel a warmness hitting your walls, and his body starting to shiver against you as he breathed heavily. 

“Fuck.” he winced.  Pulling his fingers from your mouth, turning to look at you with an embarrassed expression.

“I’m so sorry, that came out of nowhere” he spoke shyly. “No pun intended…” he added starting to laugh at his own joke. 

“It’s fine” you smiled and brought your lips to his shaking mouth, planting a soft kiss.  “You are amazing.”

“Yeah?” Jin grinned widely “You’re more amazing.  That felt too good” 

“Yeah. It sounded like it.” A voice grumbled from the other side of Jin.   You jumped with surprise, Your hand shot up to your mouth and your eyes widened. 

Jin was equally as taken back by the voice, and he mouthed an ‘oh my god’ at you. 

“Maybe let me join in next time if you’re going to be so obvious about it.  I probably would have lasted more than a minute” the voice belonging to Hoseok whispered again, he lifted his head looking at Jin, then to you and winking.  

“Yeah right, maybe next time buddy.” Jin chuckled and rolled his eyes, putting himself back into his pants now and pulling you into him for some cuddles. 

“I’ll hold you to it.” Hoseok teased.  Though part of you knew he probably wasn’t kidding.  For the first time your mind imagined a scenario of all of these men at once and you,  all of them standing naked worshipping your body and touching every inch of you.  You smiled and felt a warmness grow in your cheeks while you pictured it.  It was a selfish thought, but now it was stuck in your mind all the way until you drifted to sleep in Jin’s arms

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The next morning your group decided to do another patrol of the city, Hoseok had suggested venturing out a little further than your own neighborhood.  He felt the best strategy was just to get in the middle of things and hope for the best.  Jungkook seemed terrified of that idea, but being the youngest he tended to try and hold back from arguing too much decisions that the others made. 

Namjoon agreed as long as Yoongi was alright with it.  Which he was. 

As the eight of you filed into the garage and to the car, Yoongi pulled you aside from the group for a moment. 

He had grabbed your arm to pull you away and your heart fluttered wildly at his touch. 

“So I was caught up to speed on everything that happened after I left yesterday.” 

You felt slightly embarrassed that he now knew you’d been with Taehyung and Jimin, and possibly he now knew about Jin, considering that you two weren’t as quiet as you’d thought. 

“Oh?” you stared at him wide eyed. 

“ Yeah. So.  Just…” Yoongi stuttered, then paused a moment

 “Just, try not to break their hearts while you make rounds fucking the entire group.  That’s the last thing we need here trying to win this war” he grumbled.

It seemed like that wasn’t what he had planned to say when he first pulled you aside, maybe he had meant to use kinder words, or even talk to you about the fact that you had said you loved him.  Yet, instead, staying true to all his previous interactions with you, he was simply cold and mean.

You frowned and nodded as he stomped away to the drivers side of the car and got inside, slamming the door behind himself.  You could see him mouth something to himself as he ran his hands through his hair nervously and quickly. 

Jimin now approached, offering you a helping hand as the two of you got up on the trunk beside Jungkook. 

“So you and Jin now too huh?” He smirked. 

“Ahhh shit, did everyone hear?” you groaned

“Yeah…” Jungkook said on the other side of you.  You sighed and shook your head. 

“Do you really want all of us like that?” Jungkook spoke almost inaudibly, not meeting your eyes as he talked.  You thought for a moment, and figured it’d be best to be honest.

“Yes…” you answered “Yeah.  I do.”

“Even me?” Jungkook squeaked.  The innocence in his voice made you smile.  And you could hear Jimin chuckle on the other side of you.  

“Yes even you Kook”

He instantly became extremely shy and embarrassed, which was honestly incredibly adorable to you. 

“Maybe some time we can, huh?” you told him.  Now you were picturing it.  Sweet Jungkook moaning underneath you, eyes wide as he came from the pleasure that you’d give him...

He nodded, still avoiding your eyes.  How cute. 

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Things were eerily quiet as your team drove around the buildings of Red Brick.  The other prisoners still kept in their houses, trying to avoid any crossfire.  

The car was now reaching the church, and you felt yourself tense up.  You knew he’d be there, right at the top like he was before. 

“Can we go down this street?” you yelled out, pointing to a street with a lot of tall shops and buildings and looking like a ghost town with no one working or shopping. 

You saw Yoongi shrug and do as you suggested.  You let out a sigh of relief at not having to drive past the tower where you knew Vulcan sat.

As your team's car drove down the abandoned streets a loud revving sound rang out from above.  You looked up to the buildings to see an older man on top of a building, sitting tall and confidently on a motorcycle looking down at you.  His team also stood there, all older men, each of them looking at least 60 or older, with long gray hair and grey beards.  The servant grinned and let out a loud belly laugh upon seeing you.  His hands clutched the handlebars of his sparkling motorcycle, red and white with blue stars decorating it.  

His voice boomed out loud, echoing down the whole street.  Almost as if he was speaking for the cameras and for the audience.  His showmanship was definitely apparent.  He seemed to be from a much later time in the world than you had lived.

“Gather round ladies and gentleman.  For my next trick, I will jump from this building,  taking out the legendary Aphrodite.  One step closer to winning the escape war.” 

His long red white and blue cape flew in the wind.  

The rider servant. 

[ruels-bucket-hat]

JOKE

Part thirteen

Master list

I had refused to answer Ashton back. What harm will it do? Absolutely none. Other than this aching pain in the pit of my stomach that I can only describe as dread. I was supposed to be meeting Liam in some secret location anyway, which will hopefully distract me from my phone. But I was still sitting in front of my report book, conflicted over what to write down. The words on the paper didn’t come together. There was so much to write about with Shawn, but I was put here to convict Ruel- and so far, I had nothing on him. I didn’t even know what position of power he had. That was going to be something I had to work on: uncovering Ruel’s involvement.

Time passed as I took my pencil to the page. Once it hit 3 PM, I put everything away. I had written out my obvious info, like the dock, and some of the names of members I was introduced to. My conscience could not decide what to put down over the deal made between me and Shawn. He could easily have the place searched since Ruel knew where I lived now. But I couldn’t just ignore it.

Ash: I’m sorry for bothering you. I thought this was Leah. I might have the wrong number.

Of course, when he thinks it’s someone else is when he starts using grammar. Another ding hits my phone. I rolled my eyes before looking at my device.

Kara: im picking you up, text me your secret address thing

Me: wait why?

Kara: ...so i know where to pick you up

Me: i meant WHY are you picking me up

Kara: OHHHHH im taking you out

Kara: were supposed to be hangin out anyway cus of ur thing

Me: im meeting liam

Kara: no, ur meeting me ;)

Me: what

Kara: ur address?

+++

A loud, and quite obnoxious, honk came from the outside. It was Kara’s favorite thing. Most people forget the car horn exists, well, I do at least. But Kara, she uses the horn for everything. And I mean everything. There was one time we were both in the car, I was driving by the way, in the drive thru to some fast food restaurant. Apparently, the line was not going fast enough for her, which she decided to take action by reaching across the dash and into my driving space to honk. Another honk blows before I even had time to make it out the door.

I walked out and found an unfamiliar car parked on the side of the road, with Kara inside. It kind of shocked me a little bit, since it looked very close to the model’s at the mansion. I opened the passenger side door with confusion. “What is this?” I asked while getting into the seat.

Kara rolled her eyes, “It’s not permanent. My car is in the shop.”

“So, your car broke down, and you decided to rent one that was five times nicer than the one you currently have?” I buckled in. “Nice,” I said with a monotone voice. She hummed in agreement, giving the illusion of pride. “Did something happen to Liam?”

“No, I was called by the station. They wanted me to come instead so it would look less suspicious or something.” Kara drove forward. “I was also supposed to give you this,” she reached her hand to the backseat. “Can you?” she pointed back and moved her eyes to watch the road.

I pulled the seatbelt over my head and turned to the back seat. It took a few moments of searching to find what she was grabbing for, the bumpy road was no help with that. Then I spotted it. “Where’d you find this?” I sat back down and lowered my head.

“Oh, I didn’t find it,” Kara’s attitude became more serious. “You know who gave me that? It was Liam. You wanna know why Liam had it? Because I was wondering how he had it too. Anyways, there was suspicious activity detected at the docks last night. Liam found that, said it looked familiar and asked if I recognized it. Is that or is it not your shirt?”

I clutched the dried fabric in my hands, staying silent.

“WHAT THE HECK WERE YOU DOING AT THE DOCKS?!” Kara yelled, startling me. “You’re supposed to be doing this undercover job, A DANGEROUS ONE AT THAT, and you go and start fooling around?!”

“I was NOT fooling around!” I defended myself.

“Then what was your shirt doing at the docks?” Kara calmed down for a second.

“I- I fell in…”

Kara focused on the road ahead of us, “That’s fine, you don’t have to tell me.”

“Can you please just trust me on this? I wasn’t fooling around, I swear.”

After a minute of silence Kara finally spoke, “Okay.” A flood of relief washed over me. “We’re here.”

I stepped out of the vehicle. We were at the gallery. The same one where my first encounter with Ruel was at. Kara locked the car and headed towards the side entrance. Following behind her, the same rush of emotions I felt from that day started to come back. Goosebumps crept over my arms. Even though there has been some time since the event, it was lingering in the back of my mind. It’s hard to think that I went to breakfast, I guess forced would be a better way to word it, with the same person who held a gun to my head just a few days before.

Kara unlocked the gallery’s door and let me in first. “Go to my office,” she directed me. Her office was closer to the back of the gallery, meaning we were going to have to walk through the whole place. This was something that I was not excited to do. We walked past the area where the encounter happened. I felt myself start sweating, which I found odd. I’ve been through worse, but I felt nervous to be here. New York had so much trauma that never affected me like this, or maybe it’s all being built up. My heart started racing and it got cold. I didn’t understand what’s happening to me physically.

“Leah?” Kara sounded concerned.

I brought myself back to reality, “Yes?”

“You look a little pale, did you eat anything today?” Kara fumbled with her keys, trying to unlock her office.

I nodded, “I had some french toast for breakfast.”

Kara stood up from crouching over the lock and opened the door. “You realize that it’s four in the afternoon, right?” I brushed her off and entered after her. She went behind her desk and pulled out a file. “These are all of the special exhibits, pieces, really anything valuable or worthwhile. I’m guessing there’s something in here that Ruel and his crowd were after. I’m not sure exactly what, but they knew I had some kind of information.”

I took the file from her grasp. “You want me to take this?”

“I’ve got another copy, plus one on my computer,” Kara shrugged.

“Thank you.”

“I just thought it might be helpful.”

“Yeah, of course. I’m sure it will be. I think I’m going to be getting more information tomorrow, so this will be helpful to get an understanding if they mention any of these pieces or exhibits,” I smiled.

“Tomorrow?”

“Yup, Ruel is dragging me out at 7 AM.”

“Why?”

“No clue,” I answered.

Kara looked like she wanted to say something, but stopped herself. She took in a sharp breath and came around her desk. “Just-” she stopped herself. She stood right in front of me and placed her hands on my shoulders and did a slight squeeze. “Just don’t get too caught up in it all. Remember, you’re Leah, not whatever part you’re playing.”

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Ryuji paced nervously outside the cafe, he’s new to this human side of town. Having been raised and surrounded by dragons his whole life he’s having to adapt to human life. He’s only lived in this town for two months and one night after seeing countless ads he decided to sign up on an online dating site. He immediately got an match and now he’s to him in person. He couldn’t believe that he’s actually doing this. All he knows is that he doesn’t want to screw this up. Ryuji took a deep breath before wiping his sweaty hands on his pants before reaching for the door handle and finally walking in.

Jae tried to keep as few eyes on him as possible, lifting his cup to take a sip of the coffee, hazel eyes looking up as the door opened and pausing as he caught sight of the new person walking in. It wasn’t hard to pick out the one he was waiting for, and it took a lot not to choke on his drink. The other was much prettier than the picture he’d used and Jae couldn’t help but smile as he set the cup down, keeping his eyes on the other as he moved to wave a little, hoping to catch the other’s eye.

Ryuji stepped inside, his eyes looking around the room for the one he was here to meet. He nervously played with the choker around his neck as he made eye contact with him. He was way more handsome in person than he thought he was going to be. Ryuji waved shyly as he made his way over to the table and sat down in front of him. He stared at the man in front of him in awe, Ryu just couldn’t believe that this man was real and was willing to have a conversation with him. He cleared his throat and crossing his hands in front of him before speaking.

“Hi.”

Jae grinned as the other approached, happy to be joined by the other. “Hi.” He greeted, moving to look down at his hands around the cup. “I will admit, uhm, I was really nervous about this.” He began, licking his lips. “Can I get you a coffee?”

“Yes please a coffee would be nice.” Ryu said as he watched as Jae’s tongue traced his bottom lip and gulped. He didn’t know how to start a normal conversation. “So, what made you sign up for online dating? I mean you could have anyone you wanted, yet you’re here with me.”

Jae moved to sit up a little, nodding. “Is there a certain kind you prefer? The waitress should be back in a moment.” he offered. He bit his lower lip at the inquiry. “Hoenstly, I wanted to meet someone outside of my work colleagues.” he answered. “It can get kind of stressful in my line of work.” He moved to take another sip from his coffee, tilting his head as he watched the other. “Where are my manners, though. I’m Jae.” He held out his hand to shake Ryuji’s, smiling warmly.

“Coffee with a bit of milk and sugar would be fine.” Ryuji replied as he watched Jae’s hand come towards him for him to shake. “Hi I’m Ryuji.” He said sweetly with a smile as he shook Jae’s hand back. Ryuji couldn’t get over the sparks that got sent his spine once their hands connected. He quickly took his hand back to rest it back on his lap. This man was beginning to make him feel things and Ryuji didn’t know how to handle it. He’s never felt this way before and he was started to freak out a bit.

“Pleasure to meet you in person, Ryuji.” Jae replied, the spark that went through him had him shook in a subtle way, tongue dragging over his lips for a moment as he smiled. His eyes were torn away as the waitress came up to take an order. Jae ordered the new coffee, taking the offered menus from the woman and handing one to Ryuji. “What about you? Why did you join the site?” he asked, setting his menu on the table in front of him.

“I wanted to get closer to my human side.” Ryuji said as he glared at the waitress walked away from the table, he didn’t like the way her scent mixed with Jae’s. There was something about the way he smelled that calmed him in a way. Ryuji quickly calmed his composer before he spoke again. “I’ve been on my own for so long that I’ve lost touch with my other side.”

Jae tilted his head at the words, giving a smile. “Not a human either, I gather?” he mused, glad that he didn’t have to have the conversation explaining his unique heritage. His finger traced the rim of his cup for a moment, glad when the waitress walked away. “Well, you won’t have to be alone anymore.” he assured. “I should probably let you know that in the next couple of months, I’m gonna be gone for a bit. My tour starts, and it lasts for close to a year.” He explained. “But I’m sure you could come along if you wanted? I just have to talk to my producer.”

“Raised by dragons up in mountains. I never asked about my birth mother nor do I care to know where she is. I loved my life the way it was until that night.” Ryuji trailed of in a sad tone. He didn’t want to have that kind of conversation right now. Right now what was important was getting to know Jae, who was apparently going on tour soon. “I’d like to come along actually. I’ve always wanted to travel the world. If your producer lets me anyways.” Ryuji said with a slight blush to his cheeks. He couldn’t believe he just offered to travel with a man he just met, but there was just something about him that he couldn’t let go. He didn’t want Jae to leave and forget about him.

Jae nodded as he listened, lifting his cup to take another sip. He noticed the sad change in scent and Ryuji’s tone before he changed the subject. Jae wasn’t going tonpress on what had happened. “Im a halfling myself. Dad’s a witch, mom’s a siren.” He explained. “They moved back to Osaka after I graduated.” He missed his parents, but he got to tall them all the time, which helped. “I don’t see why he wouldn’t. Yoochan’s pretty chill most of the time.” He explained, pausing as a couple of teens walked up and asked for an autograph. Jae chuckled and obliged, signing and leaving notes, even taking a few pictures with the group before they left in a fit of happy giggles. Jae shook his head as he watched them, amused. “And here I was hoping to not be recognized.”

Ryuji watched as the corner of Jae’s crinkled when he smiled. He liked his smile and he wanted to be the one to put it there. “Does it get hard sometimes? Being a somebody?” Ryuji asked placing his cold and shaky hands on the table. It was getting kind of crowded in the somewhat small cafe. Being around so many humans at one time made him a bit nervous.

Jae opened his mouth and then closed it. “I mean, sometimes?” He mused, tilting his head as he leaned back in the booth. “It helps being with a small label, honestly. I don’t get recognized as often as some people in the spotlight.” He anawered. “I haven’t had any insane fans yet, but I know it’s a possibility.” He smiled as the waitress brought Ryuji’s coffee, nodding at her as she walked away. He did notice the change, arching a brow. “Are you gonna be okay? We can go somewhere less crowded if you want.”

Ryuji brought the cup up to his lips and took a small sip. Placing the cup back down he wiped his hands on top of his thighs and sat up a bit. “No. No I need to get used to it. I mean if I’m going to be travelling I need to get used to crowds at some point right?” Ryuji chuckled slightly. He knew it would just be easier for them to go someplace else but just being around Jae made him feel fine. Jae made everything going on around them disappear and that’s all that mattered to Ryuji.

Jae wat hed the other, wanting to keep an eye on him with the clear unease Ryuji was feeling. “Well, logically, yes.” He agreed. “But small steps can help sometimes, rather than just jumping in?” He asked. “I don’t want you to be uncomfortable, especially since this is a date.” He moved to look at the menu. “Anything I can do to distract you?”

“I know this is a bit forward, but would you mind holding my hand?” Ryuji asked timidly. He needed to be close to Jae or at least touch him. Knowing Jae was an halfling made him feel comfortable and sort of normal. Jae was quickly finding his way into his heart and Ryuji was not about to let him go. His brain raced as he thought of ways to court him. He want to know more about Jae other than the fact that he was famous. “Do you enjoy shiny things?”

Jae didn’t even think to hesitate, reaching over to curl his fingers around Ryuji’s hand. “I wouldn’t mind at all.” He really couldn’t wait to show Ryuji to his team, he was certain they would love him. “I do like shiny things, but nothing overly sparkly.” he explained. “My stylist says I’m a simple kind of person.” he thought for a moment, free hand moving to toy with one of the rings on his choker, nodding to himself. “I’m just not a flashy person. Some of the outfits for concerts can get flashy, but that’s usually because of the concept.” He gave Ryuji a smile and ran his thumb over the back of the other’s hand. “Are you hungry?”

Ryuji blushed when Jae’s hand intertwined with his. “Hungry? I’m starving. I could eat anything at this point.” Ryuji said as he looked down at the menu. There was so many things to choose from and everything looked so good. His stomach growled as he scanned the paper. “Ah I can’t choose. What would you recommend?”

Jae couldn’t help but chuckle at how cute the other was. “Given you’re half dragon, you should probably take in more protein. So why don’t we do a variety of items and share?” he mused, not letting go of Ryuji’s hand as he looked over the menu. “How does that sound?”

Ryuji couldn’t help but bounce in his seat a bit. “Yes that sounds wonderful. Let’s do it.” Ryuji said as he lightly squeezed Jae’s hand. “What’s your favorite thing to eat? I’d love to cook for you some time.” Ryuji loved to cook, it was one of his favorite pass times. He pretty much taught himself how to cook and was surprised that he was actually good it.

Jae smiled at the reaction, unable to look away. Ryuji was adorable, and he just wanted to keep him around at all times. “Favorite thing like my parents’ cooking? Or like as a restaurant food?” he asked, pausing as the waitress came over to order the various food for them. When the waitress was gone again, his attention was immediately back on Ryuji. “From restaurant, I’d say a good seafood and steak combo, with veggies and rice. Especially with crab and shrimp. As for food from home? My mom makes really good sukiyaki, and my dad makes the best tempura.” He smiled as he spoke, thumb continuing to brush along the back of Ryuji’s hand. “What about you?”

Ryuji tilted his head slightly as he thought about his favorite foods. “I’d say that favorite food would be Kalguksu. My step mother made it for me all the time. I loved it so much I asked her to teach me how to make it. It’s the only thing I have left of her.” His sentence trailed off as he ran his tongue over his bottom lip. “I also enjoy a variety of melons. But I love all kinds of foods. I’m open to trying new things as well.” Ryuji spoke with the biggest grin on his face.

Jae hummed. “Teach me sometime?” he asked. “My parents taught me to cook, maybe I can make it for you?” Seeing the brief change in Ryuji’s demeanor, he squeezed his hand gently, trying to comfort the other even though he didn’t know whatthe story was behind it. “Well, travelling the world will give us both plenty of opportunity for new things.” He promised.

“Of course I’ll teach you.” Ryuji smiled. He felt so full of love. He hasn’t felt happy in years. Being on his own from the age of 16 he had forgotten how to love and how to be loved. “I suppose we should order our food? I might end up eating you if I don’t get fed soon.” He laughed as he winked at Jae.

Jae smiled at the words, nodding. “Sounds like a plan. Maybe that can be our next date?” he offered, tilting his head. Platinum hair shifted into his eyes with the movement, but he didn’t mind. He smirked at the comment, enamored of the half dragon. “Maybe later, little dragon.” he teased back, lifting their hands to kiss Ryuji’s hand. “Food first, though, yeah?” he asked, waving the waitress over. 

After placing their order and receiving it moments later they began to eat their meal in comfortable silence. Ryuji loved that Jae never let go of his hand the entire time they ate. Ryuji picked up a piece of meat with fork he was eating with and held it up to Jae to eat. He watched as the man opened his mouth to eat the meat. He was beautiful even as he ate, Ryuji could watch him all day. “ Ah I’ve eaten a bit too much. I’m starting to get sleepy.” Ryuji mumbled as tears glazed over his eyes. He knew that he shouldn’t have eaten so much because he always gets so tired afterwards. Ryuji yawned as he laid his head on the table struggling to stay awake.

Jae was more than happy to share the meal, even eating when Ryuji offered him food. Tilting his head, he smiled at the comment. “Should I take you home?” he asked, thumb tracing along Ryuji’s hand as he spoke. “You can get some sleep, we can meet up later for dinner?” 

Ryuji tried to sit up but was too sleepy to do so. “Wanna go with you. Don’t leave me.” He mumbled out sleepily. Ryuji didn’t want to go home to his crappy apartment on the bad side of town. He hated being there alone. He knew how to defend his self but even an half dragon had their limits. He had the enhanced speed and all that jazz, but it felt like his life would just be so much more simpler if he could just shift.

“Awwwh,” Jae cooed, moving to place the money for the food and standing up. “Come on, I’ll take you to my place and you can take a nap.” he assured, half carrying Ryuji out to his car and helping the other inside, even buckling Ryuji in. Walking around, he got in the driver’s seat and drove to his loft, moving to help Ryuji to the elevator, holding the other up on the way to the floor where he stayed. Once the elevator stopped, he led the way down the hall to his door, unlocking it and then helping Ryuji to the couch. “Get some sleep. I’ll go get a blanket.” he assured, going to fetch a blanket and drape it over the other halfling. By the time he got back from the hall closet, the other was asleep. He chuckled and moved to cover Ryuji, going to the little office he had to work on memorizing some of the new song he’d received. 

Ryuji stretched and rolled over resulting of him falling off of the couch he was sleeping on. He hit the floor with a thud, sitting up groaning as he rubbed his now sore shoulder he looked around the room he was in. He had no idea where he was. He tried not to freak out at his unfamiliar surroundings. Standing up he picked the blanket up off the ground and wrapped it around his shoulders. He began to walk around in search of Jae, the thought of being away from him made his anxiety sky rocket. He looked at the pictures on the wall one of being of Jae and his parents. Tears made there way into his eyes and he thought of his parents, family and friends. He just missed them so much.

Jae was in the office area, leaned back as he sang over the notes, not wanting to mess up when he finally got to do recording. Hearing the thud, though, he moved to get up and check on Ryuji. “Ryuji?” he asked, tilting his head as he saw the tears in the other’s eyes. “Hey, don’t cry. It’s okay, you just fell asleep is all.” he promised, moving to run a hand through the dragon’s hair. “I was just in the other room practicing.”

“No it’s not that.” Ryuji sniffled. “I just miss them so much. I hate being alone and they knew that. They all did! But they left me anyways.” Ryuji sobbed into Jae’s shoulder. “Please. please don’t make me go back. I hate it there so much.” Ryuji whispered out wrinkling Jae’s shirt in the process. “I’m sorry. Oh my goodness I’m making a fool out of myself.” Ryuji said stepping away from Jae and crossing his arms in front of him. “Forget I said any of that.” Ryuji made his way back into the living room grabbing his phone before heading towards the door. He needed to get out. He felt so stupid for saying all of that. Jae didn’t need to get involved in his problems, he probably had his own problems to deal with. He made his way down to the elevator. He stopped in front of the elevator before sobbing once more of the fact that he had no idea where he was going.

Jae felt terrible for the other, reaching out to rest his arms around Ryuji’s shoulders. “You don’t have to be alone. You have me now.” he answered, startled at the sudden change. “No, it’s fine.” He was confused as he watched the other move about the room, trying to stop him. “Ryuji, wait.” he said, following the other out the door and down the hall to the elevator. “Ryuji!” he called, reaching to take the halfling’s hand and urge him to look at him. “It’s okay, I promise. You don’t have to be alone. You can stay here.” he assured, moving to squeeze Ryuji’s hand. “Come back inside, okay? I’ll make us some tea.”

Ryuji followed Jae back inside closing the door behind him before making his way to the couch. He watched as Jae went into the kitchen to make some tea. He felt so pitiful. He just made a complete fool of his self in front Jae and now there was no going back. He looked up as Jae came back into the living room with two cups of tea and set them down on the coffee table. Ryuji moved to curl up on the other side of the couch sniffling. “I’m so sorry.” His voice sounded like he had swallowed a bunch of rocks. His eyes burned and his chest felt heavy. “I didn’t mean to become a burden to you Jae.”

Jae was quick to make tea while keeping an eye on Ryuji. Bringing over the cups, setting them down. He gave the other halfling a confused look. “What are you talking about? You’re not a burden.” he asked, tilting his head and reaching to try and pull Ryuji closer. After a moment, he opened his arms. “Come here?” he asked. 

Ryuji quickly crawled over to Jae and climbed into lap. He held on so tight he probably resembled a baby koala. He nuzzled his face into Jae’s neck kitten licking a spot on his neck that smelled good before relaxing his body. He closed his eyes as he focused on Jae’s breathing lulling him into a dreamless sleep.

Jae smiled as Ryuji crawled into his lap, moving to grab a blanket and drape it over them. He shivered, breath hitching just a little as he felt the lick, but smiled, settling in as he held Ryuji. After a moment, he began humming the new song he was learning, reaching up to pet the other, falling asleep himself as he comforted the dragon. 

Ryuji shifted a little in his sleep. Sitting up still clearly half asleep he rubbed the sleep out of his eyes. He looked down at Jae who was still sleeping on the couch and smiled. The feelings he had for this man was so unreal to him and if this was a dream he never wanted to wake up. Gently getting off of the man’s lap he found his way into Jae’s bedroom to shower. Once clean he realized that he didn’t have a change of clothes and decided to put on one of Jae’s t-shirts. The shirt was long enough on him that he didn’t need to put pants on. Which also worked out in his favor since he didn’t have a change of underwear. Ryuji left Jae’s bedroom and went into the kitchen to get started on breakfast. He made omelets with veggies, sliced some fruit and made so fresh tea. He was just finishing up when he heard movement from the couch.

Jae shifted when Ryuji pulled away, still sleeping peacefully, the blanket settling around his waist. He slept until he could smell food, breathing in and stretching as he looked around. Realizing Ryuji wasn’t with him, he sat up quickly, looking around. “Ryuji?” he asked, standing and walking o the kitchen. He paused as he saw the other cooking, tilting his head. “You raided my shirts?” he teased with a smile, walking over to wrap his arms around Ryuji and rest his chin on the other’s shoulder. “Are you feeling better?”

Ryuji smiled when Jae wrapped his arms around his waist. “Yes I raided your shirts they smell good. Yes I am feeling much better now that you’re here.” Ryuji turned in Jae’s arms to wrap his arms around his neck. He placed a small kiss to Jae’s nose before staring into eyes. Ryuji felt like time had stopped around them as he glanced between Jae’s eyes and lips.

“Good. You really had me worried, y'know.” Jae answered, glad to see the change back to the dragon who had first walked up shyly the day before. His hands moved to play in Ryuji’s hair, caught off guard by the kiss to his nose. He tilted his head a moment before leaning in to kiss Ryuji softly, eyes closing as he held the other.

Their lips pressed together and it felt like fireworks had just been set off. Ryuji felt his body grow warm as he played with the hair at the back of Jae’s neck. “The food will get cold.” Ryuji said in between kisses.

Jae hummed at the feel of fingers in his hair, nipping softly at Ryuji’s lower lip. A low purr in his throat as Ryuji pulled away to speak. “Then maybe we should eat first. Then you can stay here while I work on the new song.” he offered, running a hand through Ryuji’s hair with a smile. 

The two moved to the table to eat, Ryuji moving to the variety of fruit to stuff into his face. He moaned out loud as the flavors hit his tongue pallet. It had been so long since he had fresh fruit. Reaching over to grab more fruit he paused as he realized that he was being watched. Swallowing his food, he took a moment to gather his thoughts. “So what’s the name of the song that you’re working on?”

Jae couldn’t help but smile as he watched the other, tilting his head as he ate his omlette before he began on the fruit. “You can have as much as you want, you know.” he promised, plucking some of the fruit out and taking a bite from an apple slice. He hummed at the question. “It’s called ‘I am You’. My producer just sent it over from Seoul, the demo sounds really good and I’m actually excited to learn it.” he answered. 

“I hear you sing.” Ryuji smiled. “I promise I’ll be quiet.” Ryuji pleaded. He excitedly bounced in his seat. Ryuji looked at Jae with the cutest smile on his face. “Carry me!” Ryuji said holding his arms up.

Jae laughed as he finished his apple slices, scooting back to walk over and pick the smaller up into his arms. “First we clean up from breakfast. Then you can listen to me practice. Deal?” he asked, kissing Ryuji’s forehead as he ran his fingers through the other’s hair. 

It was clear that Jae was extremely focused. He listened to the music and bobbed his head to it. He began to hum quietly to himself in the back of the room. He quite liked the song that Jae was working on. He wondered to himself if the song had a name. Standing up quietly he began to his body to the beat, letting the music take over as he continued to hum.

Jae knew he could influence moods with his voice, so when he noticed another voice humming along, he looked up from the music as he sang, smiling as he watched Ryuji. The other hybrid was indeed beautiful and Jae knew there was something haunting him, but he wasn’t going to press. When the dragon was ready, Jae knew he would learn about it. When the song finished again, he moved to pause. “You still okay over there?” he asked, titling his head, which caused currently blonde hair to fall into his face. 

Ryuji stopped what he was doing when Jae spoke. “I’m fine. Your voice is amazing.” He said in awe, slowly wrapping his arms around himself as he began to get cold. He could listen to Jae sing all day if he could. He felt so calm and collected when he sang. It made him fall more and more in love with him.

Jae smiled, a faint blush painting his cheeks. “It’s a part of being half siren.” he answered. “I can influence moods, but I can’t control people like my mom can.” he explained. “Makes my career a lot more fun, makes it more satisfying, when I know my fans understand the emotion behind each performance.” Seeing the other wrap his arms around himself, he moved to open his arms. “Are you cold? I can hold you if you want.” he offered. 

Ryuji moved to straddle Jae’s thighs. He placed his head into his neck and inhaled. Jae smelled so good, causing Ryuji to shift his hips a bit. He began to place tiny butterfly kisses on his neck. Jae’s body was so warm against his body he felt like he was in a different state of mind set. It felt like his body wasn’t his own anymore, moving on its own accord.

Jae reached up to brush his fingers through his dragon’s hair, eyes closing at the feel of lips on his neck. With a low hum, he tilted his head back, lips curved into a smile. “That feels nice.” he complimented, reluctantly pulling back and adjusting to press his lips to Ryuji’s again, hands moving to settle at the other’s hips. 

A noise of surprise escaped him as he felt Jae’s hands cover his hips. He brought his hands up to run his fingers through Jae’s hair. He loved the way Jae’s lips felt on his. Deciding to get a bit frisky, Ryuji took the chance to nibble on Jae’s bottom lip hoping to get an reaction out of him.

Jae smiled as he moved to pull Ryuji closer, one hand moving to rest at the small of his back. A shudder of pleasure dropped down his spine as Ryuji’s teeth found his lower lip, a quiet moan passing his throat as he urged Ryuji closer against him. “Mmmm…should I take you to bed, little dragon?” he whispered softly, opening his eyes to look at Ryuji with a smile. 

Ryuji practically purred with excitement slightly arching his back. He shuddered at Jae’s whisper. “Please.”

Jae was careful as he stood up and lifted Ryuji, one hand guiding the other’s legs around his waist as he carried the dragon to his room, moving to gently place Ryuji on the bed. “Are you sure?” he asked, pulling back just enough to look at Ryuji, one hand moving to cup the other’s cheek. 

Ryuji fell back against the bed and looked into Jae’s eyes. He was more than sure. Ryuji knew that as long that he was Jae everything would be okay. “Yes, I am more than sure. You’re here with me.” He spoke with pure confidence.

Jae watched Ryuji for a moment before leaning down to kiss him again, one hand holding him up while the other gently raised the shirt the dragon wore. Breaking the kiss, he tilted his head to trail kisses down Ryuji’s neck and shoulder. His senses were tuned to the smaller male, watching for the slightest notion that he should stop, though for some reason, he knew Ryuji wouldn’t give that clue. Something had connected them, which Jae still wasn’t sure how to explain, but he wasn’t going to just let his dragon go. His lips found their way back to Ryuji’s, tongue passing over Ryuji’s lower lip, asking for permission to deepen the kiss.

Ryuji granted entrance to Jae when his tongue licked his lower lip. He shuddered with pleasure as Jae’s hands moved over his body. He moaned out as he spread his legs so Jae could settle in between them. His hands reached down to Jae’s shirt to pull it over his head, before his lips attached to his chest. He hooked his legs around Jae as his hands gripped his body his nails slightly digging in.

Jae let the shirt be pulled off, adjusting to press closer against the other, pulling back after a long moment to breathe. His hands roamed over bare skin, nails faintly catching on skin. “You’re so pretty, Ryuji.” he whispered against the dragon’s lips, taking a moment to just admire the way the other looked on his bed. “Can I keep you?”

Ryuji practically mewled. There was slight shine to his skin as he was laid out underneath Jae. “Keep me forever baby.”

Jae smiled and moved to kiss Ryuji again, fingers trailing softly of the other before he pulled back to finish undressing. He moved to crawl into bed next to Ryuji, reachign to pull the other into his lap as he leaned back against the headboard. “I’ll keep you as long as you want me to,” he promised, smiling at the forever in the dragon’s words as he reached to stroke them together. 

Ryuji’s head fell back, his mouth opening in a silence. It was his first time being touched in this way, but he trusted Jae with his life. “Jae please. Don’t tease me.” Ryuji whispered out as he ground his hips down on to Jae’s. 

“But you’re so beautiful,” Jae whispered softly, kissing at Ryuji’s neck. Teeth nibbled and suckled, wanting to leave a mark as his hand moved, licking over where he’d bitten down. “I wanna make you mine in so many ways.”

“Then do it. I’m all yours.” Ryuji spoke with complete confidence to his voice.

Jae smiled and moved to kiss a trail over the other’s body, eyes closed as he breathed in Ryuji’s scent. As he got to the v of the dragon’s hips, he nibbled at a hip bone. “So beautiful.” he hummed, fingers dancing between Ryuji’s hips to tease along the other’s shaft before reaching to grab a bottle of lube from his nightstand, setting next to them before leaning over to run his tongue along the shaft, teasing it before he moved lower to take Ryuji into his mouth. 

Ryuji gasped out Jae’s name. He was in pure bliss as Jae kissed down to his V line before taking him into his mouth. Ryuji’s back completely left the bed as he arched hard. “Oh god Jae! Please!” The halflings’ nails gripped the bed sheets ripping them. He sat up on his elbows, his hair now in his face, to look at Jae. He lifted his hand and curled his finger into the ‘come here’ motion. “Come here baby.” Ryuji whispered before pulling Jae into a heart stopping kiss.

It had been a long time since Jae had been comfortable to be with anyone, his music was just more important to him. But Ryuji was different in a way he couldn’t put into words. He found he liked the way the dragon reacted to him, reluctantly pulling away from his task to return the kiss, hands roaming Ryuji’s body before reachign down to stroke the other. 

The two lovers moved together in sync, their bodies reacting to each others calls. Ryuji’s moans were flowing together almost like a song. He enjoyed Jae’s soft and subtle touches here and there. Ryuji bucked his hips when he felt Jae’s fingers near his entrance. 

Each movement sent thrills through Jae that he’d never even thought of experiencing. It just felt natural, more in tune than any past relationship he’d tried to have. He pulled back to kiss at Ryuji’s neck. “Do you trust me?” he asked softly, nuzzling the pther halfling as he spoke.

Ryuji nuzzled the male back and smiled. “I trust you with my life.” 

Jae felt those words in his very soul. “I’ll take care of you, I promise. I just want to treat you right, I don’t want to hurt you by accident, that would kill me.” He whispered, brushing his nose against Ryuji’s. “I promise it will all be worth it, Ryuji. Okay? Let me take my time and make love to you the right way. Please?”

“Okay. Yes.” Ryuji got out as he licked his dry lips. Jae continued to kiss and touch him, making him arch his back. His lover was making him feel so good that he never wanted this to end. Ryuji relaxed his body as let Jae do whatever he wanted to do to him. As long as Jae was with him, he was fine.

Jae smiled as he took his time, leaving little love bites and as he moved to tease Ryuji’s entrance, mouth taking in the dragon’s shaft. He moaned softly, bobbing his head as he ran his tongue along the bottom of the length. Pulling away, he looked up and licked his lips, tilting his head to kiss up and down the length as he tried to combine the pain of preparing his lover for him with the pleasure of his mouth. Taking his time meant he could watch the way Ryuji responded to him, and he drank it in. When finally he could fit three fingers with relative ease, he moved to kiss Ryuji hard and heated. “You ready, my love?” he asked.

Ryuji could have screamed because of the pleasure he was receiving. He let Jae take his time as he felt the fingers at his entrance. He bit his lip harshly at the burn of him being stretched open, but it soon turned into pleasure which made him melt. “Make love to me Jae.” Ryuji answered Jae when he spoke to him.

There was never a more delightful sound to Jae than the way Ryuji moaned under his kisses and touch. When the dragon answered him, he moved up his body and kissed him as he settled between Ryuji’s legs. Making sure to stroke more lube over his own length, he eased into his lover, tilting his head to gently bite at Ryuji’s neck vein.

Ryuji let out a loud moan at Jae pushing into him. His nail raked down Jae’s back from pain and pleasure. His toes curled as he placed his feet onto Jae’s hips to push him in deeper, making him automatically hitting his sweet spot. “Oh Jae!” Ryuji moaned out as he tried to catch his breath.

Jae couldn’t help the way he was drunk on Ryuji. It was different from anything he’d ever even imagined. It was hard to explain and yet it was palpable, the very need to have everything the other was. Hearing the words, he leaned over to kiss Ryuji hard, moving his free hand to stroke along his beloved’s length. When he pulled back, he ran his tongue over Ryuji’s lower lip. “Let me see you fall apart for me, baby.” he whispered, lips ghosting over Ryuji’s.

With those simple words that Jae spoke, Ryuji clenched around him as came in between them. His eyes rolled to the back of his head as his hands scratched down Jae’s back. Ryuji’s body shook as the waves of pleasure surged through him. His mouth hung open as a silent scream left him, Ryuji couldn’t do anything but breathe at this point. He felt like he was floating on air, that he was no longer in his body. His sense of surrounding were cloudy, but he could still feel Jae in him and around him. He was okay as long as he had Jae.

Jae fell apart at the sheer beauty of the dragon reachign his end. “So beautiful,” he breathed, pressing kisses up Ryuji’s neck to his lips, letting them both ride their high out. He relaxed enough to turn them on their sides, running his hand through Ryuji’s hair. Moving to hold Ryuji close to him, he kissed his forehead. He didn’t want to move yet, content to rest with Ryuji. 

Ryuji focused on breathing as he rested with his eyes closed. Jae had sucked every ounce of energy out of him but it was all worth it. once his breathing was back to normal Ryuji lifted an arm to run his fingers through Jae’s hair. Ryuji was content with their position and continued to pet Jae’s hair. “You’re beautiful too.” Ryuji managed to get out. His throat was a bit hoarse from his screaming.

A smile curved Jae’s lips, closing his eyes as he enjoyed the pets to his hair. “Would you like something to drink? It might help your throat.” He offered, moving to sit up some. He felt bad that Ryuji’s voice was so hoarse, but at the same time, he was glad. It showed he’d done well in fully pleasing his boyfriend. The reminder that Ryuji had agreed to be with him made him smile as he leaned over. “Stay here, I’ll get you something to drink and to clean us up.” He promised, climbing from bed to go get a glass of ice water, bringing it back before going to get a warm rag to clean them both up.

Ryuji hummed as the warm rag ran over his body. Once the two of them had been cleaned up Ryuji sat up to take a few sips of his water. “You really did a number on me.” Ryuji was sore from the hips down. He could barely feel his legs. “Cuddle me.” Ryuji sleepily mumbled out as he reached his arm up in search of Jae. His body was growing cold and he was growing restless at the fact that Jae wasn’t in the bed with him.

“I wanted to make sure I did. I didn’t mean to make your voice raw though.” Jae answered as he took time to make sure they were both clean before moving to pull the blankets back. “Come on, we’ll take a nap and then I’ll make us some lunch.” he promised, reaching to pull Ryuji to him, kissing him softly. He moved to turn on some music on his phone, setting it on his nightstand as he relaxed into the bed, holding his dragon to him. 

When Ryuji woke up he stretched a bit as he turned his head to look at his sleeping boyfriend. He knew that neither of them had made it official yet, but did they really need to? Ryuji felt the connection and he was sure Jae did too. Ryuji winced a bit as his back still ached a bit as he tried to sit up. His eyebrows furrowed when he noticed that something just didn’t feel quite right. Reaching behind him Ryuji felt something cold and scaly. Ryuji brought his attention to the side of him and let out a loud scream.

Jae was sleeping peacefully when Ryuji’s scream startled him awake. He jumped as he sat up, sleepily looking up. “Ryuji, what’s wrong?” he asked, blinking as he reached up to rub his eye with the back of his hand. 

Ryuji shot out of the bed and spun in circles. “I have a fucking tail!” Ryuji was panicking because this has never happened to him before. He had no idea that he could ever remotely shift, given that he was only a half dragon. “What do I do? I didn’t even know I can shift.” Ryuji stopped spinning just in time to see Jae staring wide-eyed at his newly equipt tail.

Jae blinked as he turned his hand to rub his eye with the ball of his hand. “I mean, you’re still half dragon, baby.” he said sleepily. “You still have dragon traits, even if you aren’t aware.” He yawned, sitting up better and patting the bed. “Come on, come back to bed.” he mused, opening his arms. “We’ll figure it out, just come back to bed.”

Ryuji tilted his head at his boyfriend. How could he sleep at a time like this!? Sighing Ryuji plopped down onto the bed and pouted. How was he supposed to function like this. Ryuji waited until Jae has fell back into a deep sleep before he snuck out of the room. He made a cup tea and sat on the floor. Ryuji concentrated on trying to make the tail disappear but he only managed to make it move side to side. Ryuji flopped over to his side, he thought about going back into the room to beat Jae with his tail but he decided against it. Ryuji looked over at the TV and began to distract himself with a movie.

Jae heard Ryuji go back downstairs and crawled out of bed. He didn’t know how to use his magic, he’d never tried to use it. Putting on a pair of boxers and some dark shorts, he blinked as he try to make himself wake up. Still groggy, he made his way back to where Ryuji was, rubbing his eyes. “You’ll give yourself a headache, you know.” he murmured, walking over to sit next to the other halfling. He absently reaching to take the tail into his hand. “It’s a pretty color, though.” he mused, still clearly out of it. 

Ryuji flinched when Jae’s hand touched his tail. His new attachment was a bit sensitive. He did agree that the scales were pretty but he honestly didn’t know how to feel about it. “I already have a headache. I’ve trying to make this thing disappear for an hour now.” Ryuji muttered as he turned the volume down on the tv. He was more upset at the fact that his parents weren’t able to help out with this. If they were still here he would be able to control his dragon side.

[onepdumpsterfire]

The Love struck neighbors

Modern life!AU

   "Are you spying on her again?" Asked a voice from right besides me. "Gah! Don't do that, Ace. it isn't funny" I say, trying to slow my racing heart "And I'm not spying, for your information. I'm just looking outside, it's just a coincidence that our neighbor, that lives across from us, is uh... Stretching..."

   "Uhu just a coincidence, like the other times that she happened to be doing yoga in her living room," He walks towards the kitchen; all the while continuing his mocking, "or writing, or cleaning or-"

   "Okay I get it!" I interrupt him. "And, by the way, your drooling," Ace shouts over the clattering of pans. "N-no im not!" I reply, quickly wiping away at my mouth. My face is beet red and it'll probably keep getting redder if we continue this conversation. Time to change the subject.

   Getting up I follow him to our cramped kitchen. "Don't touch the food on the stove; wait till luffy gets here and then we can eat"

   "You should just go talk to her, if you like her so much," grabbing a piece of hot food from the stove, he tosses it into his mouth. "Ah, fuck! That's hot."

   "That's why you should wait till luffy gets here in 20 minutes." I usher him out of there before he decides to eat more food. "But it'll be cold then and I'm hungry nooooow, saboooooo," Ace whines. "It's in low heat so it won't get cold, and we're waiting till luffy gets here." I guide him towards the living room. "By the way you haven't answered. Why don't you talk to her?" Stopping us in front of the linen couch, he turns to face me. "I have but it's just so awkward between us? I wish we could just start over but by now she probably thinks I'm a weirdo." Sitting on the couch, Ace pats the spot next to him. "Nah I doubt it. You only, what? Fallen down the stairs in front of her,"

   Groaning, I remember that embarrassing day. I was trying to be neighborly and greet her, but got...distracted and tripped over the last few steps. At least she helped me up. She smelled so nice that day. "Dropped and broke most of her groceries." Remembering that one actually made me flinch. I'd seen her unloading some groceries when I got home from work. I offered to help, but clumsily dropped most of the bags I was holding. I exploded her soda and most of the plastic plates she bought for a get together she was having. She invited my brothers and I after that. I ended up avoiding her most of the time. Ace, on the other hand, tried to talk to her every chance he got. And luffy....ate just about everything there. "Awkwardly talked about labradors, for some reason. Yeah, no I see your point." I just couldn't shut up that day. Grrrr, I'm pissed off at myself.

   "Are you done listing how much of a loser I am? Thanks, man. real motivational pep talk." He turns on the couch, now facing me, he puts a leg on my lap. "Hey, you know what, luffy might have talked to her recently." Now that's news to me. "What do you mean?"

   "Well remember when luffy set that fire to the apartment a while ago? when we were out." Eugh, just remembering makes me wanna throw up. He tried barbecuing for us on the balcony once, but ended up almost burning the apartment down. AND he still made us eat that vile lunch. It makes me shiver at the thought. "Yep. He's the reason we have no balcony, why?"

   "Well she's a firefighter intern or something right?"

   "I think?" I'm not following...

   "Then she probably came here to help put the fire out. And you know how luffy is. He probably talked to her and mentioned we are neighbors and that she had invited us to her place before." My face pales, I'm following his train of thought now. He's probably gonna invite her over soon. He does that with every person he befriends. Oh no. Oh no no no..... If he did talk to her then he more than likely told her about me looking at her through her patio door. He has no filter! I'll never be able to face her again! "Luffy talks way too much! He probably told her that we've seen her through her balcony-" Ace puts a hand up, stopping me. "Hold up, WE? What's this 'we' you speak of? YOU'RE the one spying on her." He moves his arm to the small stand next to the couch, grabbing the controller. "And besides, if he did, she hasn't closed her curtains yet; she probably has a thing for you too."

   If she does I'd probably just about faint.  Considering how awkward things are between us. Man, I hope she does. It would be a big help. My panic subsides and the sounds of the TV provide a nice background noise while I drift off into a daydream about how it would be like to be with her. Being able to hear her voice all the time, see her smile everyday. To BE the reason she smiles every day. She makes my insides feel all warm and fuzzy. Gross, it's like I'm a school girl or something. I'm usually not like this, but she just seems to make my brain go mush. I sigh contently, probably smiling like a fool as I continue to daydream.

   I practically forget why I was panicking before. Then the day dreaming is cut short when I hear voices and the jingle of keys at the door. "Really, it's fine. You don't have to invite me over. It'll probably be awkward."  The door is opened in the middle of the first person's sentence. "No! It's no big deal! Honest, it's a thanks for helping put out the fire that time." Came the other voice.

   That second voice I recognize, it's luffy. But the first..... A girl.... Putting out fires... Oh no. My mind goes blank as the the two walk in through the door. Well, more like luffy walked in and y/n was dragged in by him. Oh god I'm not dressed. Is what I'm wearing fine, Shorts and a t-shirt?Will she like the food? I mean luffy did invite her over so we gotta offer her to stay for a while, right? Right? I hope she likes spaghetti and meatballs. Ace, help me, please.

   As if to answer my silent prayers, Ace mutes the TV and greets the two. "Hey, guys. What's up?"

   "I saw y/n get out of her car, and invited her over for dinner!" Luffy chimes. "That so? Well since Sabo seems to be frozen, I'll serve the plates." Stammering y/n tries to object. "Oh no. You don't have to. I wouldn't wanna impose. I'll just be going now." She turned to walk out, but Ace stops her. "Don't be silly. Stay for dinner, it'll be nice. Plus my brother, over there, made it. He's a pretty good cook, husband material." He winks at her and all the color returns to me once more. I shoot up from my spot, dragging Ace to the kitchen by the ear. "Ow. Ow. Ow. Dude stop." I let go of him, looking mad. I try to glare him down, but that's hard to do with my face being as red as it is. "Oh come on, you were just sitting there, frozen. I had to do something to help my bro get his boo." My cheeks sting from how much blood flow they're getting today. "Don't say it like that!" I whisper yell at him. "Oh calm down. It's hard to take you seriously when you look at me like that. It's adorable." Ace dramatically puts an arm over his forehead. Why, this asshole wants to get punched today. I'm about to blow a fuse when luffy walks in. "Hey guys what's up? Is it not okay to bring her over?"

   "No, no, it's fine. It's not that I uh..." I can't seem to find the right words... "Sabo, just can't handle it right now. His crush is getting him all flustered." Ace answers in a mocking tone. O-hoho I'm gonna kick his ass later. I glare at him walking out of the kitchen. "Just set the table."

   Back to the living room, y/n is standing awkwardly by the door way. "Come on in, the food is being served." She looks at me, god, her eyes. "I understand if you weren't expecting company. I can just go, it's oka-"

   "No! I uh... mean uh.. no no everything's okay, don't feel bad about this. It's nice to have company over for a change." I awkwardly trail off, cheeks still beet red. Swear to god, I'm about to spontaneously combust. "The uh.. Dining area is this way." I wave her over. I'm being awkward, oh god. 'Dining area' who even says that. This is an apartment; he can see it from where she's standing. God fucking djfjfhfuej...

  My head is swarming with thoughts. I can't do this. What do we talk about. Not labradors, please brain, something else. As I plead with myself, y/n takes a seat next to luffy.

  Hold up.... Do I sit next to her? Across? If I don't even go near her, will she be offended?? I must have looked stressed out because Ace ends up putting my plate next to hers. Pushing me into a seat. He sits across from her. Boxing me into a seat. If I move now, next to ace or luffy, it'll look rude. I have no choice, but to sit here.

  As awkwardly fantastic this would be, being next to her and all. I can't help but notice we boxed her in too. She must be feeling uncomfortable by now. Even more than before. Oh geez. Ice breaker. Ice breaker. Something to start a conversation. "S-so uh," my voice fills the, otherwise, quiet area. It caught me off guard, I didn't think this through. What do I say???

  "You helped put out the fire, right?" Ace saves me once again. "Yeah, I'm just an intern so I didn't do much, really" she has her hands in her lap, awkwardly, almost as if she's scared to get closer to the table. "Stop being weird, guys," luffy cuts in, "hey, y/n, is being a firefighter cool? Do you ride in the fire truck? Can you drive it? Have you-"

  "Stop bombarding her with questions, Lu. Giver her time to answer, at least." I stop him before he can drown her in his questions. He's too curious. Chuckling I relax a bit. "So, firefighter, what got you interested in the job?" Y/n turns to me, sending butterflies to my stomach. "Uh... Well," she tucks her hair behind her ear, nervous habit? "I just liked the idea of helping people, and really liked fire trucks I guess?" She forms her response like a question, laughs nervously. "O-oh um.. I don't know what you guys do? It's okay if I ask, you don't have to answer if you don't want to." she waves her hands in front of her.

  "Hahah It's fine. I'm working to be a paramedic. I'm about to graduate, actually" Ace smoothes over her awkwardness. "Oh! That's great, congrats!" Bashfully she congratulates his almost accomplishment. It's cute how flustered she can get. "I'm still in between majors. "I say, swirling some spaghetti onto my fork. "I thought I wanted to be a computer science major, but now I'm not so sure." 

   "I didn't wanna go to college." Luffy chimes next to her, spaghetti sauce on his lips, "more school after school? Boring! I'm working as a mechanic with franky!" He shoves the last pit of his pasta into his mouth. "Mm-sabo more!" 

  "Don't talk with your mouth full luffy. There's more in the kitchen" before I finish he's up and out of his seat. "Franky?" Y/n questions, going back to the previous conversation. "He's owns the shop luffy works at." I fill her in, "he comes by here once in a while. Really cool dude." Running back to his seat, luffy joins in the conversation "he has this cool robot arm and foot! He told me once that some of his head had metal in it! Like a cyborg!!" He's too excitable. "Stop screaming lu, she's right next to you." He practically inhales his next plate of food. "Sorry sorry," luffy mumbles, mouth full of food.

  "Franky isn't a cyborg, he just has prosthetic limbs and a plate from when an accident at the shop." Ace gets up, "you should get one of those cool prosthetics too, sabo." Now in the kitchen, he continues, "anyone else want seconds?"

  "No, this is enough for me." Y/n points at her plate. "Save some for me." I walk to the kitchen. "You have a prosthetic, sabo?" Y/n asks from the table. "Yea, my leg, I lost it in a car wreck when I was little."

  "S-sorry, I didn't mean to-" I stop her mid sentence. "Don't worry it was a long time ago. And Ace, prosthetics are expensive."

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   After dinner is finished y/n offers to help with the dishes. Ace and I decline, she's a guest after all. "Y/n wanna stay for a bit and hang out?" I ask her, hopefully it isn't too forward. "It's not that late, promise to have you back at yours before 10." I give her the best smile I can. "Sure, haha." I hope that she doesn't feel obligated to stay. 

  "How's your balcony?" She asks no one in particular, "are they gonna start repairs on it soon?" I walk towards the sliding door, next to her. "Yeah, they were supposed to start a few days ago, but with all of the rain these past couple of days..." I trail off. She nods her head, still looking at the charred ground outside. 

  Luffy joins us at the door. "Look, y/n, you can see into your place from here. Sabo sometimes lo-" I slap my hand over his mouth. Oh no. Shit. I hope she didn't understand what he was getting to. "He does what now?" She turns to us all, wide eyed, startled by what he might have said. Fuck.

  "N-no. I don't spy o-on you or a-anything!" My face heats up, bright red. I scramble to find some form of excuse. "I just enjoy the view." I wave my hands wildly around me hoping it'll do ANYTHING to help this situation. "NO! Not what I meant. Outside! I like looking outside." There's no salvaging this situation. I can hear Ace laughing his ass off in the living room. This bastard! "No you don't" luffy says, pulling my hand away from his mouth. He takes a step back, away from my grasp. "Don't you like her?" Why this little gremlin!

  "No! No, of course not." I quickly turn to face y/n, "not that there's anything wrong with that. I do like you. I mean like a friend! Right, but iflateronweendeduotogetherthatwouldntbesobadeither..." I. CAN'T. STOP. TALKING.

  "..Ahahahah umm okay? I like you as a friend too?" She tilts her head. "What was that last part you said? I couldn't quite get that "it's like my body is trying to give me a heat stroke. I'm burning. "N-nothing! Nothing. Phew, is it hot in here? I'm gonna go turn the a.c. on." I grab Luffy's hand, hurding him to the small hallway, adjacent to the dining room.

   "Stop saying stuff like that" I whisper to him. "It's embarrassing." Luffy, completely bewildered, can't seem to wrap his head these words. "Why? Don't you like her? Was I wrong? You only wanna be friends?"

  "No. I mean yes. I like her, okay." I put both hands to my head, pulling at my hair. "And I wanna be more than friends, but she's gonna think I'm some kind of weido if she finds out I sometimes look at her through her balcony." Luffy laughes, to my dismay. "We'll it's a bit late for that." 

   "No, hopefully I can make her believe that I do just casually look outside. Just please stop talking about my crush on her." I give him a pleading look. "No, it's too late." Luffy points behind me, "she's right there." I turn around, abruptly. Shit.

   "I just wanted to tell you that it would probably be best I'd I left" y/n mutteres, her face completely red. She. Heard. EVERYTHING. My mouth is drawn into a taut line; my muscles feel stiff, my hands are clammy, and I can't seem to move from the shock of it all. It's almost like an out of body experience. I wish I could run away like my mind is doing. "You guys okay?" Luffy looks back and forth between the both of us. "Yes, everything's fine." My voice cracks at the end. "Let me walk you home y/n." I walk past her, robotically leading her towards the door.

  "I'm gonna take y/n home." I state outloud; not really noticing if they reach Ace or not. Opening the door, I let y/n pass though first. She walks to the stairs and all I seem to be able to do is look at the door closing behind me. The golden light diminishing into a crack until it's finally gone. I have to turn around now, but I can't. How can I bear to look at her right now? What do I say to her? Do I bring it up or does she just want to forget it?

   My heart sinks even further thinking about that last question. I could have stayed at the door all night panicking about what I had done; but she pulls me out of my anxiety induced hysteria. "Sabo?" Y/n calles out to me, barely above a whisper. I face her, half expecting her to tell me she could walk home alone. "Are you coming?" Her words hit me like a punch in the gut. Violent butterflies swarming inside me, excited about what's to come. Do I still have a shit? "Y-yes. Of course." My mouth pulls up into a smile. I can't make it stop and it'll probably creep her out; but the fact that I may still have a chance. I nearly trip down the stairs again with how much I'm overthinking it. Falling, again? I'd ruin my chances, being so clumsy.

   Walking side by side, y/n decides to start the conversation first. "So...." She looks up at the sky before staring straight ahead. She's nervous, like me, I hope it's for the same reason. "W-what I heard inside....was it true?" Her checks flair, refusing to spare a glance at me. Well, it's now or never. Taking a big breath I tell her how I feel about her. "Yes, I like you a lot." I stand in front of her on the steps to her apartment. I'm just as flushed as she is, but I need to know. "Y/n.... Do you like me?" Y/n stuteres a bit, unable to find the right words. My stomach tightens; taking the air out of my lungs. Please say yes. Y/n fiddles with the hem of her shirt. Please say yes. She looks up into my eyes; hers wide in panic? Embarrassment? Bashfulness? Please say yes. "I-I do...l-like you that is." She looks away, pushing some hair behind her ears. Her words are like electricity running through me. They send a shock all through me. I can't help myself, I'm just really happy, I throw my arms around her. The sudden embrace startles her, but she doesn't pull away. Slowly, she puts her hands around me; burying her face into my chest. I can feel her start to smile. It only makes mine grow wider. She likes me. Holy shit. She likes me.

[selfshipping-baby]

Super self indulgent Obey Me! fic

Be gentle with me, I don’t write often and haven’t in a very long time. This is part one! I might post other parts but I kinda wanted to get this out there. If it’d be more enjoyable for you to read without my name I’d be okay changing it to MC and taking out pronouns. Thank you for reading!

The Boys are Worried! 

Investigation Team (6)

Mammon: Guys have any of you heard from Kenzie today? I've been texting her and I even sent her a meme and she hasn't responded. I'm worried. 

Mammon: Also DO NOT add Lucifer to this chat 

Beel: Maybe she's in the kitchen

Asmo: Oh no! I hope my dear sweet Kenzie is okay! 

Asmo: Also I highly doubt she's in the kitchen Beel, you would have seen her. 

Mammon: c'mon guys this is serious what if she got sick of us and went back to the human world 😭

Levi: I can see her online on DevilStation so she's still here lol

Belphie: she probably fell asleep watching something….

Mammon: WHAT!?!? if she's online then why didn't she respond to me???? 

Asmo: I just messaged her too and she didn't respond. Oh dear. 

Levi: haha maybe she doesn't like you guys anymore lmao. 

Satan: Why don't you just knock on her door and ask..?

Beel: oh

Asmo: huh

Levi: Galaxy brain Satan rofl

Mammon: IM COMIN KENZIE

----Lucifer has been added to the chat----

Lucifer: I caught Mammon running in the hall and made him tell me what was going on. He has made it clear to me that everyone is worried about Kenzie. 

Lucifer: Even though you are worried about her, barging into her room uninvited is not only extremely rude but also an extremely stupid idea. Because of that, I assume that this was all Mammon's idea. What we need to do is be respectful, humans are fragile.

Asmo: We get it Lucifer! Relax! I know what's going on with Kenzie. Everyone can relax I know exactly what she needs~

Mammon: Asmo you keep your hands off of Kenzie or I'll uh… I'll beat you up! 😤

Levi: Fight fight fight!

Lucifer: Enough! All of you! I'm going to Kenzie's room right now to get to the bottom of this

I glance over at my phone sitting on the nightstand, lighting up with yet another notification from Mammon. Maybe I should respond, he seems worried. I just don’t have the energy for communication right now. I sigh and pull my blanket up over my shoulder, returning my focus back to the screen. I’m not even sure what’s playing now. I’ve been napping on and off all day. After a few minutes the show ends and the message on the tv displays “Are you still watching?”. I grumble and sit up, hunched over on the edge of my bed. My face feels dirty and my hair is definitely a mess. I’m wearing a t-shirt that’s 3 sizes too big for me and comfy sleep pants. “Self care day” I keep telling myself but I’m not really taking care of myself am I. Oh well. Maybe it’s time to take a shower and change my clothes. I stand up slowly and turn off my DevilStation. As the console chimes its shutdown sounds a soft knock at my door makes me freeze. There is no way I’m answering the door like this, regardless, I don’t want to be on Lucifer’s shit list if it’s him. I walk over to the door and put my hand around the knob, leaning my ear against it. “Who is it...?” My voice is a bit gravely, I guess I haven’t talked all day. 

“It’s me..” A deep, smooth voice comes from the other side of the door. 

“Beel? What are you doing here?” I relax a little at his voice, happy it isn’t Lucifer. 

“Um.. can I just come in please?” I hear the wrinkle of a snack wrapper, of course he brought snacks. I think for a moment and open the door slowly. Even though Beel towers over me he very gently waddles in with an armful of snacks. “I.. I brought you some snacks. And I didn’t even eat most of them on the way here!” He said very proudly. 

“Oh thank you Beel. You didn’t have to..” I reach up and attempt to tame my unkempt hair. Beel walks in and sets the snacks on my coffee table, he grabs a bag of chips and turns to me with his big goofy grin. I can’t help but smile a little at him. I hug myself and sway a little. “So… did you just come here to bring me snacks?”

“Oh! No. I came here to tell you that Lucifer is coming to check on you and well.. Mammon is like.. Really upset. He’s super worried.” Beel said between fists full of chips. My back stiffens and I look over at my phone. I should have answered those texts. Fuck. 

“I can’t have Lucifer and Mammon seeing me like this! They’ll be so worried and.. And..” I pace a few steps, feeling the anxiety well up in my chest. I stop and look up, Beel is standing very close to me. How did he move so fast? Wasn’t he just eating chips? I open my mouth to say something but before I can get any sounds out Beel sets his large hand on my shoulder. He smiles down at me, his hand was firm but comforting. 

“We just really care about you Kenzie. Lucifer can be really intimidating but he really does care.” Beel wraps his arms around me in a surprisingly gentle hug. He doesn’t linger too long and pulls back from me with both of his hands on my shoulders. “Just be honest with him okay? I know you will, that’s who you are… but I just gotta say it.” He takes a step back and wanders over to the coffee table to pick out another snack. He walks to the door, giving me a smile and a nod before walking out. As soon as the door closes I sigh heavily. What Beel said to me repeated in my head over and over. They really care huh. I didn’t mean to make them worry this much. What am I going to tell Lucifer?

I go to my dresser and pull out some clean clothes, changing quickly before going to my vanity to try and run a brush through my knotted hair. I quickly give up and throw my hair up in a messy bun. As I’m just tucking the rest of my hair into the scrunchy a loud heavy knock at my door startles me. That has got to be Lucifer. I look in the mirror and scrunch up my face at the image. I don’t look as bad as I did before but definitely not the picture of mental health. “Coming!” I say loudly, walking over to the door. I pause before I grab the handle, a bit of anxiety in the back of my mind, I shake my head and open the door. Sure enough Lucifer is standing in front of me. Even with his eyebrows furrowed with worry his presence made me a bit nervous, I feel my face begin to get warm. I’m probably blushing. As always he is dressed very nicely, even his casual clothes consist of some kind of suit or uniform. 

“Kenzie.. Why haven’t you answered any of our messages..” Lucifer’s voice was deep and powerful. Everything he says sounds important just by the way he speaks. I take a step back from my door as he invites himself in. “It’s very important that we maintain open communication in this house. You are a human in Devildom afterall.. It can be dangerous here.”

“Well I uh.. I was just..” I start to make up a lie but Beel’s words ring in my ears. ‘Just be honest with him’ I know Beel is right. I have to be honest with him. “I.. am not having a very good.. Um.. a very good mental health day Lucifer..” The look on Lucifer’s face softens and he pulls me into a hug very suddenly. He holds me close and rests his cheek on my hair. Unsure of what I really should do I slowly wrap my arms around him. 

“I’m sorry you’ve had a bad day… I wish I would have known sooner.. I could have helped you.” His voice was suddenly gentle and kind, not stern and disapproving like it normally was. It was like Lucifer was a different person. I guess I’ve never really seen a soft side of him before. He’s holding me tight to his body, my heart starts to race a bit and I feel my face get hot. I nuzzle into his chest and tighten my grip on him. I can feel tears starting to well up and a lump in my throat. I really don’t want to cry on him but it feels right. We stand in place for what feels like an hour. I manage to choke back most of my tears. Finally I loosen my grip and bring a hand up to wipe my eye but Lucifer already has a gentle hand on my cheek. I look up into his eyes as he wipes a tear with his thumb. He wipes my other cheek and leans in slowly, and presses his lips to my forehead, lingering for just a second before pulling away. I open my mouth to say something but the words catch in my throat and I just shake my head a little. “You sure are blushing a lot for someone that just cried on my chest.” He straightens up and chuckles a little. “I hope you feel like you can come to me with this kind of thing more often. Or that you find a more healthy way to deal with these feelings.” He strokes my cheek with the back of his hand before turning to the door. “Oh and be prepared. The rest of my brothers have expressed wanting to make sure you’re okay. I know it’s a lot… but they mean well. If they are bugging you too much don’t hesitate to call.” With that he walks out.

Brothers Support Club (7)

Beel: I went and saw Kenzie. I brought her snacks but she didn’t eat any. 

Beel: I think she’s just really sad. She looked like she was gonna cry. 

Lucifer: I too went and visited Kenzie. I think we need to do something nice for her to cheer her up. 

Mammon: First time I’m ever agreeing with Lucifer on something. Holy shit.

Mammon: UGH I wish she would have said something earlier. It hurts me that she’s been just suffering all day alone and none of us tried to help. We just sent her messages. I feel bad.

Asmo: Mammon actually feels bad for once in his life? Can I get a reality check. 

Mammon: Shut up Asmo. You can’t even pretend to care about anyone other than yourself

Lucifer: Anyway let’s figure out something to help her. Put your differences aside for day. 

Satan: I have an idea. 

Satan: Let’s each of us set up an activity to do. That way we won’t overwhelm her. And from my reading into mental health issues a great way to deal with a “bad day” is with distractions and activities. 

Lucifer: That is actually a really good idea Satan.

Levi: oh damn Lucifer is complimenting Satan now. What’ll happen next!

Asmo: OH MY GOD THIS IS PERFECT SATAN YOU’RE A BEAUTIFUL GENIUS~

Asmo: I have the PERFECT thing for Kenzie. Oh my gosh I have to prepare

Levi: Yeah I like this idea. I’ve been wanting to play Mononokeland with her more..

Belphie: I’ll help her get a good night’s sleep tonight. And don’t worry Mammon not in that way. 

Mammon: You better not. I’m her main guy and you all know it 

Asmo: Yes Mammon we all know you have a hard on for Kenzie. You’re just too chicken to actually do anything about it. 

Mammon: What! Pff not even! How could I even have feelings for a human jeez. 

Lucifer: Yes it is a good idea to do these separate.

As soon as Lucifer left I sat on my bed with a plop. I touched my forehead where Lucifer had kissed me, I found myself smiling thinking about it. I could still smell his cologne lingering on me. It was musky but not overpowering. There was also a hint of the black tea he’s often drinking. I pull the collar of my shirt up to my nose to hopefully get a better smell as I reach for my D.D.D. I clear my notifications and open up a chat to Mammon just as I receive one from Levi.

[daryls-dixon-antoni]

Chapter 9.) Still

Daryl and I run from some of the dead and out through some bushes, and once we get outside into a clearing I notice a car. I motion to the trunk; as I rush to the front to pop the trunk. Daryl gets the idea, and as thunder rumbles overhead helps me get in, he hops in after me and then closes the trunk amd ties it with an old red oil rag.

The thunder rumbles overhead as the dead start pounding and shaking the car.

I feel my chest clenching painfully, and try to breathe through any on coming panic attacks. Daryl notices, and uses one arm to pull me up so that I'm in between his legs, basically laying ontop of the poor man, my back to his chest. He holds his crossbow in one hand and me with the other. I clench my eyes shut and we stay like this all night.

I guess I fell asleep, because I wake up to him moving and notice the trunk filled with sunlight.

But the car isn't moving, and I can't hear any growls around us, so I undo the trunks hood, and we both climb out, I immediately stretch out, my whole body sore from the confined sleeping quarters we'd shared. Daryl comes out after me; and we both start rummaging through the car. Grabbing the things we might need. We do this all in silence. Not a word has been spoken between us since our spat.

As we walk, he begins hunting for food whilst I build us a fire. Then together we make clankers for if the dead get too close to our camp.

Daryl skins the rattle snake he catches; and I cook it on the fire.

Once it's finished, we sit down to eat, and it's honestly not too bad. But I'm getting restless, I need to find my boy. Dead or alive, I need to know. "We need to go," I say.

He ignores me, just like before. "Seriously, I need to find Mason. I have to." He continues ignoring me, so again, I get up and leave by myself.

I walk right towards a small heard of the dead. Of course, just my luck. I throw a stone to try to draw them in the opposite direction, and it works.

Or at least I think it did, until a twig snaps behind me. I spin around, knife at the ready, only to find Daryl. I breathe a sigh of relief, before he turns around and starts walking back to camp.

I think we're going back to pack up, but he sits back down.

"Fuck you!" I snap, turning back around to leave once more, why I even followed this jackass to begin with, I'll never know.

I hear him move, saying, "Hey, you had your fun!" and he grabs my arm, so I pull it out of his grasp.

"I'm not looking for fun, you asshole! All I want is to find my son. To see if he made it and you're just so damn content playing camp; but I'm not! We can't be the only one's who survived, so fuck you! Fuck your negative attitude; I'm going to find my damn son; enjoy your camping trip," I turn on my heels and storm away, pissed off as hell. What a fucking jerk! It isn't long before I hear him come trudging after me. I almost hate myself for feeling relieved.

We make it out of the trees again to see a big golf course, "Someone from the prison could be holding up in there." I point out.

I make my way to the building.

Once we hit the entrance, I hear thunder rumbling over head again and I cringe, I hate thunder storms.

It takes some jimmying but eventually Daryl is able to unlock the locked entrance door.

When we walk in we notice someone had made a mess of the place, and there are dead hanging from the ceilings. People who'd tried to commit suicide. More dead people are laying around the floor.

I notice Daryl shoving money and jewels into a bag, and I watch on confused until we hear the dead pounding on the entrance doors trying to get in.

"Come on," Daryl says as we rush throuth another set of doors that he slams behind us.

I start looking around for anything that we could possibly need later on, flashlights that Daryl had found in the first room turned on as we both search the country club. There has to be food somewhere, I think before I feel one of the dead grab me from behind, the guy dressed as a barkeep. I struggle to take out my knife, and stab the guy right threw the top of his head; ceasing his movements. I turn to see Daryl staring at me.

He shakes his head and just walks the other way without a word.

There's a point where we have to army crawl our way under a knocked over dresser of some sorts, and then we end up in a clothing store. One of the dead was placed on a manican with a sign that reads RICH BITCH on it.

We go through yet another door and just as we pass an old antique grandfather clock; it goes off, spooking us both.

"Okay," Daryl says, and then we turn around to walk right into a group of the dead, these ones moving. We get further into a larger room and Daryl and I immediately go back to back as we start killing the dead, once I put my knife through another one of their heads I turn to see Daryl hitting one over and over again with a golf club until his skull basically explodes.

I notice a bar in front of us, and all of a sudden some alcohol sounds fucking fantastic.

I turn to look at Daryl, "I don't know about you, but I'm going to get a drink."

I see a look of disaproval on his face, but choose to ignore it.

I walk over to the bar to see almost everything is gone or broken.

One bottle ramains, but I'm distracted as glass shatters behind me, Daryl is breaking the glass to a picture frame and then he takes the picture.

"You have your drink yet?" He asks, meeting my eyes.

"I guess? It's no bottle of Jack Daniels, but ... I guess Pink Schnapps will do the trick seeing as I haven't drank anything in over a year."

I uncap the bottle as Daryl starts throwing darts at what I'm assuming is the pictures of the heads of the Club.

I hope he's distracted because I feel the weight of the last few days weighing down on me. Tears start coming to my eyes heavily, and somehow I'm unable to blink them back.

I close my eyes, allowing myself a short cry just while Daryl's distracted only to hear the sound of glass shattering once more. I open my eyes to see the bottle of Pink schnapps broken on the floor.

"Ain't gonna have your first drink in years be no damned peach schnapps." He snaps before approaching an exit door, "Come on." So I follow him once again. A more managable task on our hands. Find us a drink.

Back in the woods we trudge, and we approach a house not unlike the one I grew up in, and my stomach drops.

"Found this place with Michonne," Daryl says.

I follow him, as we approach the house, my heart racing in my chest. Memories of my childhood racing back to me. Memories I've kept at bay for years.

He goes into the shed behind the house and grabs what could only be moonshine from inside, handing it to me. We go inside the house and he pours me a shot in a milk glass.

I shrug and drink it down in one gulp, feeling the burn of the strong alcohol rush down my throat.

I grab the jar of moonshine to pour Daryl a drink only to hear, "Slow down."

I roll my eyes, "I'm not an idiot, this one's for you."

"No, I'm good."

I eye him for a second before asking, "You sure?"

"Someone's got to keep watch." Is his response.

"Okay, suit yourself I guess." I mumble as I pour myself another drink.

"Just drink lots of water," he orders, gruffly.

I bite my lip, and raise an eyebrow at him, "Yes, Sir." I say, before chugging this glass as well.

I look around the house, shaking my head.

"What?" Daryl asks, and I shrug.

"I grew up in a place just like this," I mutter, not making eye contact with him.

"Bullshit," he says. "I may not come from much, but I recognized your hushand. He comes from a whole family of rich folk."

I nod, "He did. I didn't. My dad was a self medicating Schizophrenic who was obsessed with teaching my siblings and I how to survive the Zombie Apocolypse. Funny that he drank himself to death before he could prove himself right; that this really is how the world ends."

"Siblings, how many?" Daryl asks, as he grabs a board to start boarding up the windows, I start doing the same.

"Fourteen, I had four older sisters, nine older brothers and my baby brother. When I married Tyler they all stopped talking to me, said I was betraying the family."

We both hear the telltale growling signalling to us that one of the dead is near by. I step forward, but he raises his hand to stop me, "It's just one of 'em."

I grab my bow, but he walks over and takes it out of my hand, gently. "If he keeps making too much noise we'll kill 'im."

I nod, and notice how close we are in proximity, so I step back, "Now that we're all boarded up for the night, you may as well drink with me."

"Hell, might as well," he agrees, and I smile and hand him a jar of the moonshine.

He sits down in the grungy chair and we do a mock cheers as I sit across from him on the floor, "Home, sweet home," he says.

Later in the night we sit on the floor, our shoulders touching as we sit and talk.

"Did you have any siblings?" I ask him, before taking a drink.

"I had a brother, Merle." I nod a little. "If you came from the likes of this, how'd you meet Tyler, then?"

"After my mom died, I ran off. It was about a year of living on the streets when I was begging for money, or food, or..." I shake my head. "anything really; when Tyler's mom walked past. She offered to buy me dinner and some different clothing. I let her, I was desperate just to be out of the cold. She then bought me clothes, and took me to dinner with her family; Tyler, his sister and father. I don't know how it happened, coming from such different backgrounds and all, but we fell in love. We had three beautiful kids, and," I blink back some more tears, "And I got to live a fairytale for a few short years before the world turned upside down."

We sit in silence for a while before he asks how old I am. I look down at my jar of Moonshine, "Twenty Seven, you?"

He snorts, "I'm gonna take a piss." He stands up and walks to a corner of the house, dropping his jar so it shatters on the floor, causing me to jump.

"Daryl, be careful; we have to be quiet." I chastise.

"Can't hear you!" He yells, "I'm taking a piss!"

"Daryl, please, don't yell."

"What, are you my chaperone now?" He yells, as he starts peeing in the corner.

I look away shaking my head. I know his kind of drunk all too well. But this time, if he were to get physical, I'm not too sure I'd be able to get away like I used to be able to get away from my dad.

Daryl zips his zipper back up and is kicking things on his way back over to me, the dead guy outside starts groaning louder.

"Sounds like our friend out there is tryin' to call all of his buddies."

"Be quiet," I beg, standing up as well now.

Daryl turns away from me to grab his crossbow, "Hey, you ever shot a crossbow before?" I shake my head no. "I'm gonna teach you right now." He comes towards me and grabs my wrist tightly in his, "Come on." He kicks the door open, "It's gonna be fun."

I stay quiet as he pulls me down the stairs and over to the growling dead man.

"Dumbass." He seethes through his teeth, dropping my hand. "Come here, dumbass." He shoots an arrow at the guys shoulder, pinning him to the tree next to the house.

"You want to shoot?" He asks, gruffly.

"Not rea-"

"Oh, it's easy," he grunts, grabbing my shoulder with one arm and pulling me to him, the crossbow still in his other hand. "Come here." He puts the crossbow on my shoulder, "Right corner." He says, taking the shot and hitting flawlessly. He moves me away to reload, and I'm starting to get fed up with him as he repeats, "Come here." And pulls me close again, though this time his arm is practically around my neck. "Eight ball." He shoots directly in the middle.

He pushes me away again, and starts walking towards the dead man, "Come here, Anne. Let's pull these out. Get a little more target practice."

I shake my head, pull my knife out of my pocket, dodge around Daryl; and and stab the poor dead guy right in the head, pull out my knife and round on Daryl.

"What the hell you do that for? I was having fun."

"No! You're being an asshole!" i argue. "What if that was someone we knew from back at the priso-"

"Don't. That ain't remotely the same."

"He was alive once, Daryl. Probably had a family at one point. So it's exactly the same!"

"What do you want from me, girl, huh?" He gets in my face, so I can feel his every labored breath across my face.

"I want you to see what's going on around you! To stop being a dick head and realize that I have a son out there! That you have family out there! But you don't even give a damn about that, do you?"

"Is that what you think?"

"I don't think shit, I know it."

"You don't know nothing."

"I know you're too scared to even think about the possiblity of someone you care about still being alive!"

"I ain't afraid of nothin'." I ignore him, too riled up to give his response the time of day.

"I know that you've let yourself come to some fucked up conclusion that if you don't care about anyone, then you'll be fine. But that's not how the world works; Daryl! You end up caring about people, and they might end up dying, but you can still hope that they don't! Or that the ones you already care about didn't die!"

"How's what I'm doin' any different from you? Huh? Your whole families probably dead and your sat here drinking Moonshine and tellin' a stranger your life story."

"Fuck you, your not even listening!"

"No, you not listenin'! Everyone we know is dead!"

"You don't know that for sure!"

"Might as well be, 'cause you ain't never gonna see 'em again. Carol. You ain't never gonna see Mason again."

"Shut up!"

He turns around, "No! The Governor rolled right up to our gates." His voice breaks, taking me by surprise. "Maybe if I wouldn't have stopped lookin'. Maybe 'cause I gave up. If I'd have listened to you and Carl about shootin' before Hershel died! That's on me!"

"Daryl," I whisper.

"No, And your son. Maybe- maybe if I was faster in gettin' those meds."

I pull him around and hug him, as he starts crying, and then grips onto the back and side of my shirt, holding tightly as he sobs into my shoulder, bending down to do so.

Later that night we sit on the porch of the house, our legs brushing each other, I'm drunk enough I basically don't even care about what had happened earlier.

"Fuck, wish this is how I felt all the time."

Daryl looks at me and hums, "You're lucky you're a happy drunk."

"Yeah, some people make real asses of themselves when their drinking," I tease.

"Yeah, I'm a dick," he uses his knife to shank the wooden post holding the porch up and then looks at me, a smirk on his face, "when I'm drunk."

I push his knee playfully and he grins before his face turns serious, "Merle had this dealer. This janky little white guy. A tweaker." Daryl itches his arm, "One day we were over at his house watching TV. Wasn't even noon yet and we were all wasted. Merle was high. We were watching this show and Merle was talking all this dumb stuff about it. And he wouldn't let up. Merle never could. Turns out it was the tweaker's kids' favorite show. And he never sees his kids, so he felt guilty about it or something. So he punches Merle in the face. So I started hitting the tweaker," he moves his hands in a punching potion, "like, hard, hard as I can. Then he pulls a gun, sticks it right here," he touches the side of his forehead. "He says, 'I'm gonna kill you, bitch.' So Merle pulls his gun on him. Everyone's yelling. I'm yelling. I thought I was dead. Over a dumb cartoon about a talkin' dog."

I watch him closely, "What happened then?"

"The tweaker punched me in the gut. I puked. They both started laughing and forgot all about it."

"But you didn't. Because that isn't something you forget about."

"You want to know what I was before all this?" I nod, "You were right. I was just drifting around with Merle... doin' whatever he said we were gonna be doin' that day. I was nobody. Nothin'. Some redneck asshole and an even bigger asshole for a brother."

"What happened to him?" I ask, softly.

"We were together for some of this. Then he got himself handcuffed to a roof by Rick, he cut off his own hand before we could get to 'im. Then he joined the Governor. He's dead now."

"Do you miss him?" When he doesn't answer I fall into my own childhood story.

"My dad used to have us kids learn every bit of fighting he could get us into for free. I learned how to walk on broken glass, nails, anything that could hurt your feet. I could do it without cutting myself by the age of eight. Two of my siblings were out of the house by the time I came around, but there was still thirteen hungry mouths to feed, and as soon as we'd hit twelve we started working to pay rent and buy our own food. But we kept up on the Zombie Bootcamp; that's what my brother Dave used to call it. I could hunt, skin and cook a deer when I was only ten. I was raised to live in this world, yet..." I sigh, "I thought somehow Tyler and I'd find a safe place? Raise our kids, maybe they'd fall in love themselves and have their own kids... I'd become a grandma someday, Tyler would be old and grey." I shake my head, "Dumb right?"

"That's how it was supposed to be."

"Out of all my siblings, I shouldn't have been the one to live."

"You did."

"I don't have the heart for this world. You somehow manage alright, and I wish I could."

"I'm just used to it, things bein' ugly. Growing up in a place like this, you get it."

"We got away from it."

"I didn't."

I shake my head at him, "You did."

"Maybe you got to keep on reminding me sometimes."

"I can do that," I smile, and we lock eyes for a moment, my heart skips a beat, and I look away, feeling myself blush. "But I don't think I'll be around too much longer, so start remembering it quick."

"Stop."

"Serious, if I can't find my son," I shake my head, "I'll have nothing left to live for."

"You ain't a happy drunk at all," he comments.

"You're right, I'm usually a flirtatious drunk."

"Right, then what's this?"

"A bad buzz," I tease, before becoming serious again. "Don't let your past define you, Daryl. If you stick your head in a place like this, it'll eat you up inside. You have to try and forget it, your childhood traumas."

"What if you can't?"

"You keep blaming yourself for things you didn't do. You let guilt and anger build up until it kills you. So not letting go isn't an option."

"I think I'd prefer the flirty drunk."

I smirk, "Nah, emotional drunks can be fun too."

"Yeah, fun." He says, sarcastically.

"Hey," I say, and go to push his leg again, but he takes my hand right before I can.

We stay like this for a few minutes, eyes locked, his hand holding onto mine before he breaks the silence while letting go of my hand, "We should go inside."

"Or we could burn the place to the ground; be all symbolic and such."

He stands up and takes my jar; he then stops in the doorway, "We're gonna need more booze." We exchange smiles.

We go inside and ransack the place, throwing alcohol on every single object there is. When we get outside, he offers me the matches, "You wanna?"

I shake my head, "I've burnt my past. It's your turn."

He nods, and lights the match, throwing it at the building which immediately bursts to flame.

[smuttybronde]

Peppermint Hot Chocolate

Summery: Taehyung doesnt like being teased back. When you get a small revenge he decides to take his teasing further while eating at his favorite restaurant. And it all starts with an order of Peppermint Hot Chocolate.

Warning: Exhibitionism, Minor food play, slight dirty talk

A/N: As soon as I heard that Hot chocolate was Taehyung’s favorite drink I knew I had to involve it in a smut. This is for @bangtan-bookclub ‘s December challenge. Enjoy!

The first thing I noticed when I woke up was the sound of Taehyung attempting- and failing- to suppress his laughter. The second thing I noticed was a tickling sensation across my face. Upon opening my eyes I could clearly see Taehyung’s face hovering over mine, his hand gliding a feather across my face, “What the heck.” I asked, voice still raspy with sleep.

Now that I was awake, Taehyung let himself roar with laughter, “I can't believe it actually worked! Your face was priceless!” He said, talking between giggles, “Your face just-“ He scrunched his nose and opened his mouth wide, mocking the look before you’re about to sneeze.

I put my hands on his shoulders, pulling him down so that he was closer to my face. I gave him a flirty look and he closed his eyes beginning to lean in for a kiss. Instead of connecting our lips however, I blew my morning breath into his face. Taehyung flinched, “Yuck! That's gross!” I peppered kisses across his face, making sure to cover every inch with saliva, “Your breath stinkssss!” He whined as he pulled away. He wiped his wet face, cringing. I planted a big kiss on his lips before swinging my legs off the bed and walking to the bathroom.

I shrugged smugly, “Karma’s a bitch.” I picked up a hairbrush and began to tug through the knots in my hair. After most of the tangles were gone I picked up my toothbrush and turned on the sink, putting it under the water. I squeezed out some toothpaste, placed it under running water a second time and then began to brush my teeth, “Heh Tae!” I said through a mouthful of toothpaste.

“Huh?” He yelled.

“Do yu want ta ge brekfes?”

“What?” He asked. I heard the bed creak as he lifted himself off the bed. He poked his head inside the bathroom. I spit out the toothpaste and put the toothbrush under the water, cleaning it. I placed it back in the holder and turned to look at my boyfriend.

“Breakfast?”

“Sounds good.” He replied, walking into the bedroom and beginning to change out of his pajamas, “It's cold today so dress warm.” He warned.

I walked back into the bedroom, sifting through the clothes in my closet before deciding to just wear a sweater dress with some long socks. Taehyung looked over as he pulled his jeans up his legs, “Cute.”

“Thanks, im too lazy to put on pants.” I replied, smiling cheekily and grabbing my purse. I slipped on some ankle boots and looked over at my boyfriend, “Are you ready?” He slipped a shoe on and then another.

“Yup.” He said, making his way towards the door. I followed after him, locking it behind us. We started to walk towards our usual restaurant, holding hands in an attempt to keep them warm.

Once we walked through the door we were almost immediately seated. We had a spot that the employee’s almost always kept open for us. It was a small booth in a corner where there was just enough room for us to sit next to each other. As I slid into the booth I sighed in relief, what would I do without heaters?

The restaurant looked different than last week. The turkeys were replaced by reindeer, fake leaves replaced with fake pine trees and cotton snow. Christmas lights were twinkling behind Taehyung’s head, reflecting off his hair. The waitresses and waiters had tiny elfs sewn onto their green and red aprons.

“What do you want to eat and drink today, guys?” Our waiter asked, smiling kindly. At this point we came so often that Jongsuk practically knew our orders by heart unless we changed for the day.

“French toast and peppermint hot chocolate, please.” I smiled.

“Bacon or sausage today?” The waiter asked.

“Hmmm. Bacon.”

“And you, Taehyung?”

“Two blueberry pancakes and a normal hot chocolate. I’ll have fruit on the side.” He replied happily. Jongsuk nodded, walking away. After he left Taehyung turned to me.

“Peppermint hot chocolate? What's gotten into you?” He gasped, as if ashamed by my actions.

“I needed something new, something exciting.” I answered, acting similarly dramatic. There was a pause before we both burst out into laughter, “You’re an idiot.” I laughed. My boyfriend nodded his head, accepting it.

Soon Jongsuk came back with two steaming cups of hot chocolate in his hands. We thanked him before he rushed to a different table to take more orders. Too impatient to wait, I went ahead and took a sip of the dink, jerking back as it burned my tongue and successfully spilling it on my lap. I hissed, “Ow- fuck!”

“Oh my god!” Taehyung yelped, moving into action immediately, patting my lap with napkins. I got some as well and wiped the drink off my chin. In the midst of cleaning the mug I felt Taehyung slide my dress further up my legs and slip his hands under it.

“Tae!” I gasped, reaching down to pull his hands away.

“It bled through!” He argued, “Your thighs will be sticky!” I let out a sigh, letting him clean my legs as I made sure no one was watching. This would definitely look bad if anyone saw. I bit my lips as his hand moved higher up.

I looked over at my boyfriend and he glanced back, smiling mischievously. I was confused at the look before realizing that he had set the napkins aside and his fingers were slowly pulling the crotch of my underwear to the side.

“We’re in public.” I warned, jolting as the pads of his fingers came in contact with my lips. He slipped a digit between them, rubbing slightly. All my breath left my lungs. I had never even thoght about exhabitionism none the less doing it.

“That's why you need to be quiet- Are you already wet?” He was grinning as I glared at him. He went in for a seemingly chaste peck on my mouth but made sure to slyly run his tongue over my lips.

The second he began to pull away he slipped a finger inside of my heat. I moaned in surprise and he tsked, “You’re too loud. Do you want us to get caught?”

The thought if getting caught doing this in my favorite breakfast place was mortifying and I felt myself clench around his fingers. For some reason the fear made my hips buck slightly into his hands, pushing his finger deeper inside of me.

I reached for my hot chocolate, hoping that the drink would distract me; but as soon as my fingers curled inside the mug, his thumb brushed against my clit. I bit back a moan, gripping the cup tightly, “How did you sleep last night?” He asked casually. I stared daggers at him as he tried to hold back a laugh.

“I slept fine.” I hissed, whimpering slightly.

“Don't be mean, im just asking a question.” He scolded, curling a finger inside of me and pressing harder on my clit. I let out a moan but bit it back as soon as it came out. I looked around, trying to see if anyone had noticed what was going on. Everyone was focused solely on conversation and food.

I grabbed his wrist, knowing that the closer I got to my climax the louder I would get. Taehyung simply told me not to worry as he kept pressing his long fingers into me. I brought the mug I been gripping tightly up to my lips and quickly gulped some down, sending heat down my throat.

My boyfriend looked at me with an amused expression. He slipped in a second finger insideof me as he picked up another napkin, wiping the corner of my lips, “You’re such a mess.” He laughed, but I could see his eyes were dark with lust.

I cried out, grinding my hips against his thumb. His hand was perfectly slick, enhancing the feeling and making it easier to move. He curled his fingers perfectly.

Taehyung took a swig of his own hot chocolate, “The hot chocolate is good as always.”

“Mine is better.” I panted, leaning my head on his shoulder. He was sending bolts of lightning through my body and I felt weak.

“I wish I could fuck you right now.” He muttered under his breath, “Or at least eat you out.” His words made me moan again. The wet sound of his fingers pressing into me mixed with my pants echoed in our ears.

“Tae, it's too loud, they can hear!” I whined, squirming on his hand.

“Let them hear, baby.” His fingers pistoned into me and I had to bite my lip to restrain myself from screaming. His fingers were too much at once and in the end I couldn't stop myself from crying out. I saw someone’s head turn, eyes glancing at us in confusion. At the sight of a random person looking at me I flushed a dark color of red. Tae turned his head so that he could whisper in my ear, “Is someone looking at you? You should hurry up then, baby. Cum for me, sweetheart.”

My release was white hot fire and I dug myself into the space between his neck and shoulder, biting down on the skin to muffle my sounds. He continued to curl his fingers in me for a few more seconds, the sensitivity drawing out my release.

Taehyung slipped his fingers out of my heat and tugged my dress back down. I kept my head on his shoulder as tried to calm my racing heart. Taehyung smiled brightly as the waiter came over holding our food, “Here you go, one french toast and one pancake.” Jongsuk said, setting our food down.

He looked at us weird, noticing my flushed face and fast breathing. Taehyung brought a soaked finger to his fruit, picking up a grape and sliding it in his mouth, making sure to subtly slip his fingers in his mouth. He moaned at the taste of the fruit mixed with me release. The waiter nodded seeing that we were happy with the food and walked away.

I lifted my head, shakily picking up the bottle of syrup and drizzling it over my food, “What was that for.” I asked, dazed.

Taehyung stole my peppermint hot chocolate, taking a sip of it with a smirk, “You said you wanted something new and exiting.” He took another sip of my drink before setting it down, “This hot chocolate is really good, we should always get this one.”