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I'm In Control Part 23 (Steddie X You)

A/N: I bare you...the conclusion! I am more than happy to return to these three if I or y'all come up with ideas :)

Warnings: Daddy Steve and Sir Eddie and all that implies (I regret nothing!), Eddie gets spicy in this one. Him and the reader fight, Smut, angst, and fluff :)

Word Count: 3331

“Steve! Eddie! No!”

You try and stop them but they are on a mission, eyes dark with anger, and lost in that protective mindset as they charge into TJ’s office. 

“You can’t do this to her. She’s the best agent you have.”, Steve sternly points his index at the man. “If you need to fire anyone, fire us. She deserves to be here.”

“You’re right.”, TJ sighs. “You’re absolutely right but imagine being on the outside looking in? Can you three prove to me she didn’t give you priority roles? That anything within this past year was done purely off of profession and not just because she’s dating you?”

“You know she wouldn’t do that. You’ve known her longer than we have.”, Eddie defends. 

“And those concerns are just from the outside. Since you two have become her clients, you three disappeared constantly, you walked out of a shoot last week—”

“We told you about that immediately.”

“Tell me, Steve. If you hadn’t been dating Y/N, would you both have done the job?”

“No.” When he responded with zero hesitation, your heart swooned. “Cassie Leigh is a fucking terrible person.”

“Angel…”, TJ turns to you. “I know you. They are right about that but…this looks really bad from a professional standpoint.”

“I know…”

“Plus, I’d be lying if I didn’t say that I was hurt you hid this from me.”

“I never expected this, TJ. I swear. It just—”

“I know. That’s why…”, he turns back to the boys. “She’s only suspended WITH pay. I need to think some things through and figure out what’s best.”

“If she goes, we go.”, Eddie announces as Steve nods. 

“No, they don’t.” They both angrily turn their heads towards you. “This company still has your best interest in mind. Just…stay until we get this sorted out, ok?”

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It had been two weeks since you were suspended and it was killing you. Not just because you missed the job but because you saw it torturing the guys to. They felt like this was their fault and constantly apologized every time they caught you zoning out or hiding your tears. 

Moving in with them helped ease some of that tension especially since now that they weren’t seeing you at work every day at least they got to come home to you. They hated the agent TJ assigned them. He was one of those cocky, slick types that felt like the world centered around them. To him they were just cash machines and pushed them towards any project that was sent his way without even discussing it with them. 

Thankfully, Luke’s show had started filming again so they were able to focus all their energy there when they weren’t focused on you. 

While you were browsing through job ads, you phone rang, giving you pause when you noticed the number. 

“Hey TJ.”

“Y/N, angel…we have a problem. Eddie got arrested on Luke’s set today.”

“He what?!”, you shouted as you got up searching for your shoes. “Where’s Steve?”

“He’s at the station in the process of bailing him out. I’m trying to talk Michael into not pressing charges… talk to them, Y/N. They are out of control.”

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“What the fuck happened?!” You scream at them as soon the enter the front door. Eddie ignores you as he swishes past to grab a beer from the fridge. Steve sighs as he watches him, folding his arms across his chest. 

“To be fair, I almost knocked the son of bitch out myself. Eddie just got there first.”

“Steve, don’t play games with me. What. HAPPENED?!”

“We went to Michael’s office today because he said he found us job. When he went into more detail, we… we told him it wasn’t something we would be comfortable with. He kept pushing so…”, he gestures to Eddie. 

“So, you punched him in the face because you didn’t agree with him?” The metalhead continues not to answer as he glares into the void and chugs down more of his beverage. “You both have had disagreements with me but you’ve never taken a swing at me.”

“This was different.”

“How, Steve?! How was it different?” You angrily turn towards Eddie. “And why are you letting him speak for you again?!”

You’d be lying if you didn’t say the eyes that met yours scared you a bit. “Get out of my face, Y/N. I’m not in the mood.”

Trying to regain your composure, you reached to caress his face but he swiftly grabbed your wrist and pushed you backwards, knocking you into Steve’s chest. The man’s arms swiftly shot out to catch you, looking down to make sure you were ok. 

When you saw Daddy reflecting back, you tried to reel him in and assure him. “Steve, no. It’s ok. I’m alright.” It was too late. All he saw was his baby girl that he needed to remind was safe. 

“Eddie, we don’t do that. Apologize to her. Now.”

The boy chuckled sarcastically under his breath as he rose to his feet and turned to face him. “Steven Harrington, you are not my Daddy. I do not belong to you and you do NOT tell me what to fucking do.”

“Eddie…”, you squeak. 

“Now YOU belong to me and as your Master, I’m telling you to shut your fucking mouth!”

“No. Right now, you are not my Master. My Sir is a confident, powerful, sexy man that I fell in love with. At this moment, all I see is an angry, pathetic little boy!”

“What the fuck did you just say to me, little girl?!”

As Eddie stepped forward so did Steve pushing you behind him. “No! We do NOT play when our emotions are heightened, right? Answer me, Ed!”

The metalhead glared between the two of you before reaching to grab his jacket. “Fuck you both.”, he spits as he heads out the front door.

##############

Eddie didn’t come home that night and it tore you apart. You knew he wasn’t thinking clearly and all you wanted was for him to be alright. After Steve told you the whole story, you decided to focus on something you could control as you sped to the agency. He tried to stop you but you were furious busting into TJ’s office with a loud bang as you slammed open the door.

“You said they were out of control. Did you know he tried to force them to do a shoot they were uncomfortable with?! They told him no but he signed them up anyway. TJ, they’ve stated numerous times, they don’t feel comfortable doing BDSM type work for the camera!”

“Y/N, listen to me—”

“No! You listen to me. This is unacceptable even if I wasn’t dating them and you know it. I’m not going to let anyone drag down their careers that they worked so hard for! There’s a reason they’ve gotten this far and it’s because they do what works for them. Michael should have trust their intuition and even if he didn’t, he had no right signing their names for a job!”

“He did what?! Y/N, I didn’t know that.”

“No, you didn’t because you are so focused on how people could possible view our relationship that you didn’t notice things that were actually happening…”, you sigh as you fold your arms over your chest. 

“That right there is why she’s a good agent.” You jump when you hear Steve’s behind you as he enters TJ’s office. “And it’s not because she’s fucking us or the fact that we are in love with her. She pays attention and actually fucking cares about the people she represents.” 

TJ sighs as he places his hands on his hips. “Angel, I’m not going to hire you back.” Your heart breaks as you nod and hang your head. “I’m not going to hire you back because you’re too good for this place.” He smiles when your eyes look up to find his. “I’ve taught you everything you know and then some. The rest is all you, babe. You deserve to run them and anyone else without a big boss hanging over you.”

You tackle him as your arms wrap around his neck. “Jesus Christ!”, he chuckles. “I’ll give you a month’s pay till you really get going. I’m not calling it severance because you’re not fired. You’re just…moving on to better things.”

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“Baby, stop.” Steve reaches over and places his hand over your knee that hadn’t stopped bouncing since you both got back home. 

“Steve, I can’t…I’m worried about him. What if he got hurt or something? This isn’t like him—”

The front door opened as Eddie slunk in, his hair hanging heavily over his face. You jumped up from the couch, running to him, and immediately wrapped your arms around his waist. His arms stayed at his sides as he remained stiff in your embrace. 

You pulled away, giving him a once over to make sure he wasn’t hurt before you abruptly reached out and shoved his chest. 

“Where the fuck have you been?! I have been worried sick! You didn’t come home last night! You won’t answer your phone! Talk to me, Eddie!”

Steve was standing off to side as he kept a careful eye on you both. You gently pushed his hair back so you could look at his face. His vacant eyes continued to stare past you into the floor. 

“Eddie?” He suddenly fell to his knees, pressing his face into your stomach as he began to cry. His fingers dug into your back as you hugged his head tightly to you. “Eddie, please. Talk to me.” You glanced at Steve, silently begging for help. 

“I’m sorry, sweetheart.”

“Baby—”

“No!” He leans back as he looks up at you. “No, I’m so sorry. I…I…that fucking asshole pissed me off and then getting arrested…I wasn’t in the right place mentally. I never should have talked to you like that or pushed you. You were right. I’m a fucking pathetic, little boy.”

“Eddie, it’s ok.”

“Jesus, Y/N!”, he rises to his feet causing the other boy to move closer to you. “It’s not ok! I saw the way you looked at me! You were scared… I—”

Your palm collided with his cheek. “You’re going to hear what I have to say! Do you understand me?!” His eyes searched yours before slowly descending back to his knees. 

“Yes, Miss.”

You cupped his face with your hands as you stepped closer. “You’re right. You shouldn’t have behaved that way but Eddie, that’s not normal behavior for you. I knew something was wrong and when Steve told me what happened… I wanted to fucking hit him to. He violated a boundary for you; for both of you. Baby, I am so fucking sorry you went through that but that’s never going to happen again.”

“She’s our agent again. Seems baby girl is starting her own agency.”

Eddie’s eyes shift between you both as what Steve said fully sunk in. You smile as you pull him to his feet. “You’re safe with me, Sir, and I am safe with you. Just don’t fucking disappear me on again.” You hug him again and this time his arms wrap around you. “I was so worried.”

“I’m sorry, princess. Can I make it up to you?”

“Please.”

He grinned as he lifted you into his arms and headed for the bedroom. “Come on, Harrington. You to.”

“Me? What do I need to make up for?”

“Fine. Stay out here then.”

“Nooo…”, you whine as you make grabby hands, reaching for him to follow. 

Steve laughs at the sound as he trails behind and Eddie tosses you on to the bed, climbing on top of you as he kisses your neck. As soon as you lift off your shirt, his mouth descends to your chest, reaching behind you to take off your bra. Your legs wrap around his waist trying to keep him as close to you as you possibly can. 

“I missed you so much. It—mmm—it felt weird without you next to me last night.”

Eddie’s lips encase your nipple, his finger trying to unbutton your pants while grinding against you. 

“Where did you sleep last night?”, Steve asked. 

“Van.” His mouth dipped along your stomach, tugging your jeans and panties with him down your legs. 

“Eddie…” You felt a pang in your heart of him sleeping in his van out on L.A. streets, leaning up to quickly grab his chin after he took off his shirt. “Promise me you’ll never do that again. Even if you don’t feel comfortable talking to me at least tell Steve where you are.”

He saw the hurt in your eyes and it killed him all over again as he leaned forward to gently kiss your forehead. “I promise, little miss.” Eddie guided you back down with soft kisses before making you giggle as he playfully lifted your legs, yanking you closer to him.

A moan escaped you as his tongue licked a stripe through your folds. He moved slow at first, his mouth pressed just so against you but when Eddie got going it was like being transported to another world. You always loved the way he felt with his head between your legs. Unlike Steve, when the metalhead got passionate, he was still coherent and controllable but he was very focused and determined. He had one goal and it was to please you. 

Your eyes squeezed shut as his lips wrapped around your clit, two of his thick fingers breaching your entrance as he pumped and curled them inside of you. You suddenly felt warmth press against your side and whimpered when you felt lips suck on your neck. 

“Daddy…” 

Steve’s hand caressed your skin, his fingers stopping to play with your erect nipples making your pussy clench around Eddie who had begun thrusting his own digits faster into you. 

“Please…fuck…Sir, yes. Just like…like that. I…need you…please, Eddie.”

At the sound of his name, he crawled up to your side and attached his lips to the opposite end of your neck as his hand moved faster between you. 

“Cum, baby. You deserve to feel good. Come on, pretty girl.” His soft, syrupy voice continued to encourage you until your hand shot down clasping over his as you came. 

“Atta girl, honey. Such a good girl.”, Steve whispered as Eddie sat up to throw off his pants. 

You rolled the other boy onto his back, smiling to see he was already undressed and waiting for his turn. Hovering over his firm cock, you glided your tongue over the tip, tasting the salty pre cum he already had lingering there. 

Eddie came up behind you, adjust your hips and pushing one of your legs further up the mattress to he could have better access. You both groaned as he guided his dick into your dripping core, delivering slow, strong strokes as he pushed deeper into you. One of his hands clung to your hip as the other balanced on the side of the bed while his chest hovered just above your back as he watched you bob your head around his friend’s cock. 

Steve mewled as he brushed your hair to side so they could both watch you take him. The vibrations from mouth as Eddie thrust harder into you had his eyes rolling back. 

“F-fuck, baby girl. I can fucking feel the back of your throat. You take us both so…so well.”

You lifted your head for air, panting as the metalheads fingers slide around your thigh to reach your pussy, massaging circles against your clit. 

“Yes, Sir. Jesus…that feels…”

“Tell me, princess. Tell me—mmm—how it feels.”, Eddie cooed.

“So deep…amazing…f-faster, please.”

You spit over Steve’s length, stroking him rapidly as the other man placed both palms on your side, balancing more on his knees as his own hips pounded into you at a dizzying pace. 

Craning to face him, your eyes met his as his mouth fell open in silent moans. 

“Can…can I cum, Sir?”

As soon as he nodded, your eyes fluttered closed, your forehead falling against Steve’s body as you came. Eddie’s arms wrapped around your front, holding you to his chest as he rolled his hips aggressively until you heard a strangled grunt and felt him warm your insides with his release. 

The delicate action of him pulling out of you was countered with Steve leaning over and lifting you onto his lap. You reached between your bodies, taking his cock and sliding it into your core. His hands clung to your waist as you began bouncing on top of him, your head flying back in ecstasy. 

Leaning back on your hands, you grind your lower half against him as Steve tilts forward to trail his lips along your stomach up to your chest making you whimper.

“Yes, Daddy. Ma-make me cum, baby.”

Abruptly, he wraps his arms around you, flipping you onto your back as your head hits Eddie’s tummy. 

“Ow.”

You giggle as the other man smiles down at you, kissing your lips as he thrusts into you. The metalhead’s fingers run through your hair as Steve’s forehead leans against yours, his breathy whimpers fanning your face. 

“Just like…that, Steve. Please. I’m…fuck…can I?”

He nodded as his rhythm quickened, the sound of skin hitting skin filling the room until your eyes closed and you clung to the back of his head as you came. As your pussy fluttered around him, you heard him groan above you as he pumped rope after rope of his spend deep inside of you.

Nobody moved except for Eddie who was still tenderly petting your head. 

“I’m sorry, Y/N.”

“Eddie, you don’t have to keep apologizing.”

“No, I know. I just…this wasn’t really a great welcome home experience for you. I don’t want you to think this is common. Matt said this was a big step for you.”

You poke at Steve’s back as he jokingly whines, rolling off you before you turn around and climb on top of the other boy. 

“I know this isn’t normal for you. I don’t…I don’t think you’re both going to suddenly change just because I’m here. Not in a bad way anyway.”, you smile. “He knows it’s a big step for me because I was terrified to leave home after I graduated high school. It was all I ever wanted but I was so scared of being in this ‘sinful city’ alone. Then I dated those douchebags and…” He chuckles as you shake your head and shudder. “I guess what I’m trying to say is, I never would have moved in if I didn’t trust you both. All three of us have come a long way from that night in the hotel. This one…setback…doesn’t ruin the idea of me being here.”

Eddie’s palms cup your face as he guides your lips to his. 

“Now your careers…that’s a different story.” You smile as Steve comes up behind you lifting you off the boy with one arm and carries you to the bathroom. 

“Why do you say that?”, the metalhead asked as he jogged up behind you two. 

“If word got around that you punched an agent and got arrested that doesn’t look so hot but I think I can spin it especially since Michael dropped the charges.

“Jesus, woman. What voodoo did you do?”

“She yelled at TJ and told him what that asshole did. TJ said if he dropped the assault charge, he wouldn’t fire him for signing our names.”, Steve grinned as he guided you under the warm water of the shower. 

“Which technically he didn’t. He still works for the agency…he’s just not an agent anymore.”, you beam up at him as you wrap your arms around his neck. 

“So…you’re really our agent again?”

You kiss his lips before leaning back against Steve’s chest.

“Yup. I’m in control of you and all yours.”

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If I Rescue You, Will You Rescue Me, Too? Part 5

Sorry this later then my usual. I’ve been hella sick all morning. Still am if I’m honest. But I have this story completed up through part 9, so it was just a matter of getting the energy to post. (My other post today was from my late night ramblings that I scheduled for when I woke up.)

Jeff makes another appearance and is the chill dude we all know and love. And Lucas gets Steve-time.

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3  Part 4

*

Steve was volunteering at the high school which had been turned into a makeshift homeless shelter and distribution center for those affected by the earthquake.

In fact all of the older kids did. Jonathan and Nancy were helping people find places to sleep. Robin and Vickie were helping making sandwiches and handing them out to those who needed a meal. Steve was sorting the clothes for the displaced.

Steve thought about Eddie and Wayne how they were forced out of their trailer when the gate opened from Chrissy’s death and then again when the earthquake literally tore through it, ripping it in half.

So if he was keeping an eye out for band t-shirts and flannel button downs, that was no one’s business but his. He watched Vickie and Robin flirt with each other, he watched as Nancy and Jonathan were constantly finding each other’s orbits. Pulling apart, only to be brought back together like magnets. His heart ached. He wanted that so much. So much that he was willing to go back to Nancy if that’s what she wanted. Because everyone seemed to be pushing them together again.

But once the dust had settled and Steve was finally about to think about what he wanted. What he really wanted. He knew. It was Eddie. The boy had found his way into his heart and Steve didn’t want him to leave. Eddie had bounced, flounced, and completely trounced his way into Steve’s life in a way he didn’t think was possible.

He yearned to be in his presence. The lightness, the laughter, the playful teasing, the explaining things that Steve didn’t understand. He wanted it every day.

He also wasn’t stupid. He knew that if he wanted to be with Eddie, he couldn’t do all the grand gestures he did with his girlfriends. He couldn’t just run up to the metalhead and spin him around because he was happy to see him. He couldn’t back Eddie up against the shelves of the grocery store and kiss him senseless because he missed the taste of his lips. He couldn’t hold hands with him walking down the street.

So Steve had to do grand gestures that showed Eddie how much Steve cared, but from the outside would look like he was just a good friend.

After about an hour of sorting the clothes he knew that there weren’t going to be any band shirts in the donation pile because the only other metalheads were the Corroded Coffin boys and they certainly knew better than to donate those to this crowd.

He chewed his lip. He’d have to make a stop at the thrift store on his way to the hospital and see if they had anything.

A bunch of shirts toppled to the ground and Steve sighed. They just wouldn’t stay up. He dumped the pile on to the stacks of other shirts to refold them when he realized he had company.

Steve cleared his throat nervously. “You’re Jeff Lawrence, right?”

Jeff folded his arms in front of his chest. “Saw Eddie this morning.”

Steve gulped. “Coincidence, so did I,” he replied as cheerfully as possible.

Jeff cracked a smile. “Nice to see you out of the hospital. I saw Eddie’s bites and that must have hurt like a bitch.”

Steve let a small smile slip out as well. “I’m just lucky because I had two days up on Eddie and they had started to heal.”

Jeff nodded. “He told me you saved his life.”

“I wouldn’t–I couldn’t just leave him there,” he murmured, head down.

“I know,” he agreed. “You’re a good dude. It’s just going to take Gareth and Brian a bit to realize that, too.”

Steve smiled again. “I know they’re just looking out for their friend. Especially since I was Jason Carver not long ago.”

Jeff raised an eyebrow. “No you weren’t.” Steve reared his head back in confusion. “Look, were you a bit of a jerk in high school? Sure. But you didn’t go around stirring up mobs and torturing people because you couldn’t believe Nancy was more interested in Byers and not you.”

Steve blushed. “No, I supposed not. Didn’t stop Tommy H and Carol from pulling some kind of bullshit when it happened.”

“I worked at the theater at the time, dude,” Jeff said. “The manager was praising you up and down for coming over and help cleaning up the graffiti. That wasn’t Tommy and Carol out on that ladder scrubbing away the paint.”

Steve ducked his head again, this time out of embarrassment instead of shame. “It was the right thing to do.”

Jeff nodded. “Yes it was. And if you were like Jason and Tommy and hell, even Billy, you wouldn’t done that. So maybe cut yourself some slack, yeah?”

Steve nodded back. “Yeah, I’ll try.”

Jeff turned to walk away, having said what he set out to, but Steve called out to him.

“Um...do you know who you would speak to if you were trying to get in contact with a band regarding comp tickets for an earthquake victim?”

Jeff raised an eyebrow. “You could try calling the box office of the venue. They might know.”

Steve pursed his lips and nodded. “Yeah. Okay, I’ll give that a shot.”

Jeff just shook his head and walked away.  

*

The next day Steve was able to find a couple of t-shirts but his real find was a leather jacket that looked exactly like Eddie’s old one. He also wandered around the book section for a moment or two before giving up. He didn’t know what Eddie had lost or what he would like, so he just paid for the shirts and jacket.

He walked into the hospital and stopped by Max’s room first. Lucas was sitting there reading her poems. Lucas looked up and smiled. He put the book down and came to give Steve a hug.

“Thanks for stopping by,” Lucas said, hugging him back.

He buried his head into Steve’s shoulder and sobbed, “Jason knocked off her headphones right when Vecna went for her and I had to hit him so I could put them back on. That’s when the earthquake happened. He nearly had her, man. If I hadn’t got the headphones back on when I did, Vecna would have been able to open the fourth gate and bring Hell to Hawkins.”

Steve held him tight. “You did good, Lucas. She’s safe because of your fast acting.”

Lucas gave a watery chuckle. “And El pushing Vecna out of her mind so hard Vecna exploded.”

“That’s our girl!” Steve cheered. “And Max will be fine. She just needs to rest, okay?”

Lucas nodded. “I was so scared Steve. I didn’t realize people could be monsters, too. I thought Jason was a good guy. Not like Billy. He looked out for me when I was on the team, man. Went out of his way to make sure I was okay. But then he knocked Gareth down and began grinding his heel into Gareth’s hand. I didn’t know what to do. And the look on Jeff’s face when I just stood there...” he started to sob even harder. “I can’t go back. Not to Hellfire. Not to basketball. I just can’t.”

Steve rocked him back and forth. “Shhh. Yes you can. Maybe not to Hellfire specifically, but Will’s back. He’ll DM for you. You know he will. He hated it when you guys thought you had grown out of playing. It can just be the four of you again. Start over.”

Lucas let out a sigh of relief. “I hadn’t thought of that.”

Steve kissed the top of his head. “And if you never return to playing basketball at school you can always play pick up games with me. I mean, you’ll lose, but at least you can play.”

Lucas shoved Steve away. “Fuck off, man. We won the championship, dude, thanks to me. Something you never did.”

Steve shrugged. “Couldn’t my senior year. See I took a plate to the head for the lame ass cocky kid who thought he could take on someone twice his size.”

Lucas worked his jaw but no sound came out. Finally he was able to get out the words, “Right. Right, yeah–I had forgotten that little tidbit.”

Steve raised an eyebrow. “I would do it again in a heartbeat, dude.”

Lucas blushed. “Thanks, man.”

Steve squeezed his shoulder and then said good bye.

“Tell Eddie I’ll be in later,” Lucas called.

Steve waved over his shoulder in acknowledgment.

*

Eddie was up and reading one of the books his uncle had brought over yesterday.

Wayne stood up and told Eddie he was going to grab a bite to eat and then he’d be back.

Eddie nodded. “Stevie! Just in time for the changing of the guard. Come, sit down, sit down.”

Steve did as he was told and placed the bag on Eddie’s lap.

“You brought little ol’ me a present! You shouldn’t have,” he cooed. And then he pulled out the jacket. “Nope, you definitely should have. Holy shit, Steve. Thank you.”

He buried his face into the soft leather. “Where did you get this?”

“I went down to the thrift store to see if I could find some of the band tees you lost in the earthquake and saw this. I couldn’t pass it up.”

Eddie raised his head and then looked in the bottom of the bag. He gasped excitedly. “Mercyful Fate and Metallica?” He pulled them out and kicked his feet excitedly. “This is so awesome.”

“Sorry I couldn’t find more,” Steve said. “But the pickings are a little slim in Bumfuck, Indiana.”

Eddie grinned. “I usually go to the thrift shops in Indy. Trust me, man so much better than WASP Hawkins.”

Steve frowned. “I thought that was the name of one of the bands you liked.”

Eddie giggled. “It is. But it also stands for White Anglo Saxon Protestant. You know like only, ninety percent of Hawkins?”

Steve giggled, too. “I’m guess that’s not what the band stands for?”

“Yeah, no.”

Soon they were both giggling like school children.

“Seriously, man,” Eddie said softly. “Thank you. Just having them is a step toward feeling normal again.”

Steve smiled fondly. “I couldn’t imagine losing all my shit and just wanted to help out.”

“Come here,” Eddie said firmly.

Steve got up and shuffled close to the bed. Eddie reached up and grabbed him, pulling him in for a hug. Steve melted and hugged him back, being as gentle as he could.

Steve wasn’t sure how long they were there, just hugging, but he didn’t want to stop.

There was a clearing of someone’s throat from behind them. He reluctantly stepped back.

The nurse from the first day was in the doorway looking at them with a small smile on her face. “I’m sorry to interrupt, but it’s time for Eddie’s antibiotics.”

Steve stepped aside and let her through. She put the pills in Eddie’s hand and filled his water cup. She handed him the water and he downed it one go.

She bustled back out, leaving the two boys alone again.

“You seen your physical therapist, yet?” Steve asked into the resulting silence.

Eddie nodded. “He said my arms are in really good shape. I’ve got my full range motion in both arms. They’re a little weak, so we’re going to be working on building up strength in them again.”

“That’s fantastic,” Steve said. “You’ll be back shredding away at that guitar of yours in no time.”

Eddie grinned. “You better believe it.”

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[kasagiggles]

HIHIHIIIIII I've been following your blog for a while, and I'd like to say I love your writing SO SO MUCHHH <3

(Im new n idk if I'm pressing the correct button or not help-)

Anw, can I request a fic with lee! Tsukasa?(Ilovehimsomuch) and maybe with ler! Kaito (don't blame me he's such a father) or just anyone else that you like!

I'm not forcing you so pls don't feel pressed! Take caree, I can't wait for more of your amazing post! ❤❤

HELLO!! 🩷

first of all i just wanna say i am so sorry for how long this took!! i finally pulled together some motivation and got it done and i thought this was so fun to write!!! i love kaito and tsukasas father son relationship sm 😞

and also welcome to tumblr!! tbh i still don’t know how to use this app but oh well! i love this community

i hope you like it!! :3

warnings: tickles!!! ☆

lee: tsukasa

lers: rin, len, kaito

his sekai was always a place he would visit when we was feeling under the weather. the bright colours and happy atmosphere always cheered him up. but today just didn’t feel the same. he dragged his feet, looking for someone to talk to. he stopped when he noticed that familiar blue haired figure, kaito.

maybe kaito would be able to help him.

“kaito…?” he approached the tall man. he was greeted with a friendly smile like always.

“tsukasa!! what brings you here today?” kaito had a sense that something was different, tsukasa wasn’t the same today.

“i just… needed an escape.” he muttered, avoiding eye contact. kaito hummed.

“how about a hug?” he smiled, opening his arms wide, inviting the boy warmly. tsukasa didn’t hesitate, immediately going to hug the blue figure. kaito always had the most healing hugs. tsukasa could never deny an embrace like that, for it made him feel so warm inside. normally when kaito hugs tsukasa, he can begin to feel the troubled boy loosen up his body, as the tension melted away. but this time, he was still as stiff as a brick. a simple hug wouldn’t do him any justice. kaito closed his eyes, thinking of ideas as he continued to hold him in his arms. and then it hit him.

“can you wait here for just a moment?” he gently pushed tsukasa away, firmly holding his shoulders. tsukasa replied with a gentle nod, sighing. kaito quickly made his way towards the stage.

“rin? len?” he called, searching for the twins. he was quickly greeted with two friendly faces.

“what’s up kaito?!!” rin cheered, her energy was through the roof as usual.

“hey you two, i need your help with something.” he said, getting straight to the point. the two blondes immediately listened in.

“so here’s what i wanna do…”

as time continued to pass, tsukasa sat alone on his favorite bench, fiddling with his fingers and tapping his foot. what could kaito possibly be doing? a slight tug on his sleeve snapped him out of his daze, it was one of the plushies.

“kasa…! can you please come help me? my friend got stuck on the ferris wheel!” the small animal cried. tsukasa was definitely not in the mood to help anybody right now, but as a star he needed to learn to put other people first.

“yeah, sure.” he said with a gentle smile, picking himself off the bench.

he followed the plushie for a few minutes, occasionally sighing. for some reason, the lively and festive atmosphere wasn’t making him feel any better.

eventually the boy realized, they weren’t heading in the direction of the ferris wheel at all.

“hey, the ferris wheel is that way.” he said quietly, scratching his neck.

“oh! ah��� yes! i just need to get something real quick! please come with me!” the plushie begged, something was definitely not right. he nodded, following the animals trail.

he ducked through the entrance of the tent, only to find that he had lost the plushie.

“hello?” he called, looking around him. as his eyes wandered the stage, he felt somebody gently tackle him to the ground, hopping on top of him. he grunted, instinctively struggling. he stopped as soon as he recognized the person on top of him.

“rin? what are you doing?” he scoffed, squirming under the girl. he was too distracted to notice the second person behind him who had quickly grabbed his wrists. “h-hey?! what’s the big idea?!” at this point, he was getting frustrated, he didn’t have time for their antics today.

“tsukasa, please just try to relax.” that familiar voice came back, kaito finally made his reappearance.

“kaito? what is going on here?!” he snarled, the vocaloids were taken aback, for they rarely saw their star in such a foul mood.

“please, just trust me, i think this will help.” kaito warmly smiled at him, leaning down and brushing his bangs out of his face.

“can you close your eyes for me?” he asked, his voice laced with kindness and warmth.

tsukasa sighed, trying to make sense of this all, there was no point in trying to get out of this, for he was effectively pinned down on the ground.

he slowly closed his eyes, his body still tense. he heard faint mumbles coming from his attackers. “ah!! this is…. where do… first?” he recognized that voice as len, the one holding his arms up.

eventually, he began to get lost in his own thoughts. his body had finally begun to loosen up. but this moment of relaxation would cease to exist after he felt ten nimble fingers gently stroking his stomach. he choked, holding back a laugh. the sudden feeling instantly caused him to squirm and fight for his freedom.

rin and len were stronger than he thought… he really couldn’t escape their grasp.

“k-kaihahato?” he said through laughter.

unfortunately kaito decided to make his presence known by sneakily slipping off his shoes and gently scratching at his socked feet.

the poor tsukasa screamed and began to kick, as laughter uncontrollably poured from his mouth.

he couldn’t keep his eyes closed at this point, he opened them to be met with three smiling faces.

“TICKLE ATTACK!!!” the twins cheered at the same time.

“WHAHAHAT?? let mehe gohoho!” he squealed, bucking his hips as rin began to gently squeeze his sides.

as much as he didn’t want to admit it, he was stuck, with absolutely no way of getting out of this predicament. after minutes of struggling, his body finally gave up as he gave in to the tickles, laughing like crazy.

the unpredictable fingers dancing on his feet and the gentle squeezes of his stomach were driving him mad. he pulled at his arms as hard as he could, but len had them tightly secured.

“STOHOHOHOP!!!” he pleaded, tears forming in the corner of his eyes. his smile was extremely bright, despite his previous bad mood.

the fingers dancing along his skin felt like little zaps of electricity that sent shivers down his spine. the tingly feeling was unbearable yet enjoyable.

rin mischievously lifted up his shirt, revealing his flushed stomach. damnit! kaito must’ve told them about that…

“nohohoho!!! not thahat!” he squealed, beginning to squirm around.

rin grinned, as she gently wiggled her finger in tsukasas belly button. he screamed and laughed incredibly loud, bucking and squirming to try and escape the tickly feeling. as embarrassing as it was, his belly button was extremely sensitive.

“ILL DO ANYTHIHING!!” he pleaded, shaking his head with bright explosions of laughter.

after several more minutes of the tickly torment, the three vocaloids finally got off of him.

all that was left was a blushing tsukasa panting for air, as he clutched his now sore stomach.

he hated to admit it, but it worked. his mood was effectively boosted, and all of his tension and frustrations had melted away.

kaito leaned down beside him, “are you feeling better, star?”

he nodded with flushed cheeks, embarrassed that something so silly was able to make him feel better like that.

he felt a hand on his shoulder, “we will always be here for you tsukasa.” kaito grinned.

tsukasa couldn’t help but smile, he would never be where he is today if he didn’t have this friendly faces supporting him all the way through. and for that, he was truly grateful.

[katriniac]

So I find myself simping hard for Artem Wing this morning, and decide to nurse that ache by re-reading my favorite Tears of Themis card stories.

First up is Por Una Cabeza

When I first pulled this card, all I knew was that I was getting ARTEM WEARING A FANCY MASK.

But then I read the story and was confused.

Like, really confused.

Spoilers below the cut if you haven't read this card yet.

This post has two parts. Maybe three if I decide to include the video call? So look in my reblogs for the rest of this recap!

This card's story is set BEFORE they are in an established relationship, before any love confession takes place.

So ... both Rosa and Artem are having similar nightmares at the beginning, but the reader isn't aware they are reading a dream.

Now that I am reading it through again, I can more fully appreciate the other-worldliness of the "nightmare" and understand why everyone is acting strangely with bad memories, lol.

The bright red digital clock face glaring at Tosa in the fancy hotel lobby makes MUCH more sense more that I know it's her own bedside alarm clock she's incorporating into her dreamscape.

Also? ALSO?!? TODAY, the day I'm reading this right now is December 24th! What are the odds! I totally forgot this story takes place on Christmas Eve, because they call the event the New Year's Ball. Idk why... 🤷‍♀️

Anyways, back to recapping my favorite moments:

🥹 @ Artem second-guessing himself, worrying about you, wondering if you're okay, and if it's his fault

Awwwww, Artem!

His pouting face!

That's just like him to be concerned, and to jump to the conclusion that it might be his fault. He also wants to get to the bottom of any problem you have, so he can:

Discover the root cause of "Problem X"

Understand the reason for your distress

And plan for ways to fix/avoid it in the future so you never have to encounter/worry about "Problem X" ever again

Yes, this man is a 'fixer' but he does more than put a cosmetic bandage on things. He wants to make sure you never have to experience that same hurt a second time. He wants to learn from his own mistakes and others to prevent problems in the future. He wants to control the outcome by preparing for any eventuality.

The amount of energy and effort he puts into his "Rosa Long-Game" is mind-boggling.

Okay, I could go on forever about Artem's control issues, how amazing he is, and what makes him perfect husband-material.

So let's not get lost in the weeds out here. Back to the story!

There is this sublime moment where the two nightmares meld, as if the two of them are sharing the same dream!

And they meet FINALLY, after hours of panicked searching and confusion:

So they eventually wake up, and they decide to text the other to see if they're awake, and it turns into a phone call. No biggie. Just a phone call. At 2am. Between coworkers. Talking about their dreams. 😘 Nothing peculiar about that, right?

Everyone does that with their colleagues, don't they??

😏 Sure .... sure.

Next:

We find out Artem only knows one dance.

Which isn't exactly weird... many dudes don't know any dances.

What is odd is the one dance this shy boy knows:

The tango?

One of the most sensual and passionate dances ever?

Really?

Really.

The tango.

That's your go-to dance, Artem?

Okay.

Let's keep reading:

Ohhhhhh.

*BREATHES*

We get a glimpse into their month-long practices.

30 days of being caged in Artem's arms, spending every day after work in close proximity, working up a sweat.

Oof.

And then once you're confident in the steps, the fun part of the "act" both partners must put on to sell the push and pull of emotions.

The haughtiness, the indignation, the desire, the attraction, the softening and relenting at last, all of that passion needed to put on a good show!

Yup...

...Just what two normal work co-workers do on a daily basis.

TOTALLY NORMAL. 😏

*nods*

Yup.

"Suitable tango partner"

Uh-huh.

Artem. Artem! Stop lying to yourself!!

And then there's THIS:

LMAO @ Artem wishing for a weapon to fight off anyone else who might try to take her away from him.

"Everyone will know"

*sucks in breath*

Possessive!Artem is a really really hawt Artem.

Just sayin'

🥵🤤🥴❤️‍🔥🫠😍

AND they mention his adam's apple! Okay, this might not be a turn-on for other people. But it is to me.

I can point at obvious times in my life where I've decided that a certain action/attribute is attraction or sexy. But not the adam's apple. I have no explanation for why I find it mesmerizing!

But bless the writer who decided to mention that specific anatomy in this story! Shout out to you for adding to my swoon! 🫡

End of Part 1 - Check the reblogs for Part 2

[le-trash-prince]

OF Episode 9 Thoughts

I had to watch without my friend this week so it was a less exciting experience without the usual screaming, but this ep was so good. Honestly I don’t know why people are worried about the show not having enough episodes left to wrap up all their plot lines because they cover SO MUCH GROUND in every episode

first off I’ve been internally screaming about SandNick since the promo pics dropped AHFKFJDJDJD THE WHIPLASH THIS CREW HAS PUT MY THROUGH TODAY.

Ray peaked in his full problematic era and it was finally to the point where I could fully enjoy it. Go girl, pressure Mew into having sex. Cheat on the boy you’ve been chasing for years, give Sand that toxic romance energy!

Top spent this whole episode in a precarious balance of trying to do right by Mew but pushing things too far, and he was always one sentence away from getting punched.

Atom son, you can’t say you weren’t warned or that Boston promised anything more. Boston’s “what the fuck?” was me too LMAO he just wanted to mind his own business doing photography research 😭

SANDNICK WERE EVERYTHING THIS EPISODE THO

I loved Nick coming in with “the logical conclusion is for us to have sex”

disappointment of my life that it didn’t click for them I WOULDN’T HAVE MINDED IF THEY WERE ENDGAME

smh at Ray crashing their roommate time tho THE MOST AWKWARD EXPERIENCE AHDJFJFJF

The SandRay convo in the river was the healthiest communication we have seen from any of these boys. Again we see the transformative effects of water 🙌

Also I was just so glad to hear Sand say so many things that needed to be said. That Ray could have gotten him arrested, that he treats Sand like a possession, that he needs to be nicer to Sand!

Mew falling asleep on his own couch is the realest sign of being Not Okay. I think he really needed some time with his parents, even if he couldn’t talk to them about what he was going through. Sometimes having an outsiders perspective that you’re not doing well can mean so much. I really think they were the catalyst for Mew sobering up. I’ll dig more into this later.

Honestly a relief that Top showed up at Mew’s to talk to him and not because he was stalking him and his moms. I can only deal with one stalker per episode thanks 😔🤚

Nick kissing two men in one ep YOU GO SON

The BostonNick bathroom scene was everything to me I need a separate post for this SHDKFJSJDBFBDBE I’M SO SAD MY FRIEND COULDN’T WITNESS THIS WITH ME WE’VE BEEN WAITING SINCE THE PILOT TRAILER 😭😭😭😭

I am begging Ray to go to therapy and to learn about ethical non-monogamy that man needs a counselor and two boyfriends

I don’t recognize the song that was playing during the SandRay sex scene but it definitely seemed like a brit rock song which is on brand and I appreciate

I’m so glad Sand didn’t do Ray’s social service for him oh my god THE BIGGEST RELIEF

I’m also glad Top decided not to show the video to Mew! So many good decisions this episode!! I hope he recognized that Mew has been through enough of that kind of drama and that there are better ways to learn about this kind of thing.

Also so glad MewRay talked things out and parted cleanly. Sometimes ppl really do gotta date a friend to figure out that it doesn’t work.

I appreciated the MewCheum convo a lot too.

Honestly this episode ended way more cleanly than I was expecting after part one. I think if Top had shown Mew that video, Mew really might have lost it and just killed someone.

BOEING!!!!!!

Next week’s preview looks so good!!!

[timelessxmemories]

Beetlejuice may be passing away soon, my poor little boy has no more energy and he can hardly use his little legs anymore, he's trying his hardest to hang on and eat and drink, he's doing so well, I'm so proud of him, but I have little hope. It hurts. Losing a pet who you care so much about.

I've grown attached to each and every single one of my Parakeets. Losing Buddy was hard, but this feels even harder, especially considering how young Beetlejuice is. It really makes me think on how precious life is, no matter what species it is, no matter how small or how big. I'm so fucking proud of my sweet boy. I know there's still hope left for him, and I still do have hope for him.

My sweet girl, Ivy was his best friend through life, she's currently confused as to why I'm currently crying and why Beetlejuice is getting all this attention, I can tell Ivy understands at least the smallest bit of what's going on, she, like me, is scared and upset. Just like Jackie when her best friend, Buddy passed away.

I feel guilty for Buddy's passing and Beetlejuice being injured and sick, but I know it's not my fault. I've done everything right. I can't keep blaming myself for these things, it's not doing my mental health any good, I can't hide from any of this any longer, I need to learn to accept that these things happen. But it's hard. It's so fucking hard. I'm hurting. I'm not well, I admit that. None of this was ever my fault,

In the midst of writing this Beetlejuice had unfortunately passed away. Fly high, Beetlejuice, Buddy. We loved and still love you so very much. My two sweet boys. I will be off and on today, my attendance will be spotty. I am not well.

No, I was not pushing him down with my thumb in this photo, he was having a difficult time holding himself up and this is the only close up shot I have of him. Please do not make comments on how you believe I was a bad bird owner or what I could of done better. I'm doing and I have done the best I can.

[she-lives-in-her-dreams]

Swipe City: Part 3 Chatting

Disclaimer: This is fiction. I do not know any celebrity appearing in this story. It has been years since I have written anything; so, please be kind.

Warnings: Mention of Age Gap (All parties are of legal age; OC is older), Female pronouns used (purely because I’m female and using some of my life experiences as inspiration.)

           After finishing their lunch and confirming a boys’ night at Reece’s, the group splits up. Christian quickly makes his way home wanting to be in the privacy of his own place before opening the message. 

          He settles onto his couch and takes a deep breath. He has no idea why he is acting this way over a girl –woman— he doesn’t know and has never spoken to. Christian tries to center his energy into calmness as he enters his phone’s password and clicks on the message notification.

Y/N: Hey, Chris. Too funny meeting another American on here. Glad to know that you think my low-key hobbies are something we have in common. :) I might let the lack of dog having slide if you happen to be good with dogs in general. :D 

Christian laughs at the response. Apparently the beautiful woman is just as low-key and silly as he is. 

Chris: Good to know! I am VERY GOOD with animals. Back in the States, my family had a dog and I’ll have you know, I was his FAVORITE person!   

Y/N: What type of dog? Do you have pictures of him!?!?!  🐕

Christian laughs at the quick response and quickly sorts through his phone looking for a picture of Timone that wouldn’t give away his identity. Finally, he finds one of Timone sleeping. He crops the photo to remove the family pictures in the background and sends it to Y/N.

Y/N: He is adorable! How old is he?

Christian laughs again. The woman doesn’t seem to care about his job or what he looks like–she just wants pictures of his dog. 

Christian grins mischievously as he write his reply. 

Chris: He is around 7 years old. What about you? Do you have a dog for bonus points?  

Y/N:  Picture

Y/N: I guess I am earning all the bonus points considering my boy is the cutest damn dog ever. His name is Charlie, and he is 13 years old. I went through a lot with immigration to get him here, but it was so worth it. 

Chris: Charlie is a handsome boy. I guess you are winning in the points category!  😜

As the two continue chatting, Christian finds that the conversation flows easily as it moves from dogs to movies to books to cooking. He notes curiously that not once do either bring up why they moved to London or work.  Eventually Christian looks up at the clock and realizes they have been chatting for 2 hours–he never texts with anyone that long, not even his mother.  He has good feeling about Y/N and decides to make a bold move.

Chris: So, I know we just matched today, but I am really enjoying talking to you. Would you be interested in meeting this week? 

Y/N: I have enjoyed talking to you as well. I would love to meet up this week, but I have one slightly awkward request. 

Christian glances at the message. A request? Does she want to video chat? Is she going to ask him how much money he makes? He tries to push down the panic. 

Chris: What’s that? 

Y/N: Do you mind if we exchange numbers and talk on the phone a bit? I’d like to at least have an idea of what you sound like– I mean you could be 60 years old or 12 years old, and I wouldn’t know. 

Christian breathes a sigh of relief. 

Chris: I didn’t know 60 year olds or 12 year olds could be smooth like me. 

Y/N:  🤨   I don’t know that “smooth” is the correct word for you. 

Chris: Ouch! I’m very smooth! LOL  And absolutely to your request. I mean you could be a 61 year old or an 11 year old.   

Y/N:   🙄 Good thing I’m not. Here is my number 555-555-5554. I use WhatsApp here in London. 

Christian rapidly opens his WhatsApp and creates a new account to ensure his identity remains hidden then adds Y/N information into his contacts. 

Deciding to jump right in, Christian messages her on WhatsApp. 

Christian: Hey, it’s Chris from the dating app. How are you?

Y/N: Hi, Chris. I’m still good like I was when I was messaging you 3 minutes ago. 😂

Christian blushes and tries to think of something witty to say but nothing comes to mind. His phone buzzes with another message.

Y/N: I need to leave in about 15 minutes to run errands but would you want to talk for a few minutes now? 

Christian grins but doesn’t reply; instead choosing to click on the voicecall feature.  A feminine voice answers. 

“Hey stranger.” 

Christian laughs then replies “Hey, Y/N. How’s your day?” before smacking himself in the face. There was that question again.

Y/N’s laughter chimes through the phone. “And you think you are smooth. But it’s going good. How is yours?”

Well, at least she didn’t hang up on me. Christian thinks.  “Pretty good now that I get to hear your beautiful voice.” 

“Okay, okay, Romeo. That was pretty smooth.”  

The two chat for a bit deciding to arrange a lunch date for two days from now. Christian isn’t sure of himself or Y/N’s expectations but decides to put himself out there. 

“Now that we have agreed on a day and time. I’ll plan the date, if that’s okay with you?”  Christian says softly. 

Y/N’s silence makes him think he has made the wrong choice. They both start to speak at the same time, but Christian tells her to continue.  

 “That would be great, actually. Sorry, I was just a little surprised given your age that you would think to plan the date.” Y/N breathes out. 

Christian grins. HE surprised her and she seemed to enjoy it. “Well, my mother would probably beat my ass if I told her I asked a pretty woman out and didn’t put effort into planning something.” 

The both laugh at his comment. Though it’s only been a few minutes of talking, Christian feels like regardless of if she ends up being someone he dates or not, they could be great friends. 

“I have to go, unfortunately. I need to get this stuff done. If you are up for it, we can talk later.” Y/N tells him.

“Sounds great. Be careful out there. The weather is suppose to suck later.” Christian responds

 Y/N confirms she knows about the impending rain and that she will have her rain jacket. They bid their goodbyes and hang up. 

Christian happily flops back on his couch. Today is going to be a good day.

@breakablehcaven​ @mllynne​

[heyyallitsbethfanfic]

I Hate Everything About You (Why Do I Love You?) WARNING: THIS IS AN 18+ FIC

(obviously, this is several years past the current canon of SAO, everyone is 18 or above.)

(also please remember i am asexual. i aint got a clue about this stuff lol)

A squadron of rainbow colored soldiers rematerialized in a dingy bar. After 3 hours of playing a mission, the members got cocky and had lost all their progress to another squad, spawning back at the “nicest” base they could call their own. The girl in green, with aqua hair smacked a raven-headed femboy in the back of the head.

“Nice goin’ there dumbass. Glad in a shooter I’m stuck with an idiot who fights with a glowstick.”

The boy recoiled slightly, but there was a genuine anger in his eyes.

“Yeah? And I’m glad that while I’m actually damaging my opponents, my cover fire is missing every shot. Glad my sniper can’t hit a stationary target 3 yards away.”

“Oh really? Still more effective range than your short-sword there.”  A smirk filled her lips. “It’s about as worthless as the dagger in your skirt.”

“That’s rich coming from you Sinon. Must be embarrassing to have the smallest chest in a group of girls all younger than you.”

The girl huffed and bit back. Kirito knew he’d touched a nerve, Sinon had been shooting death glares at Silica ever since she hit a growth spurt in the past month.

“Infact, it must be the worst to be you- you’ve gotta wear bikini armor to get half the attention the *boy* in the group gets.”

“Oh yeah, the girly-boy begging for the attention of every big buff guy in the bars. At least you know you’re a fuckin fa-”

“Um guys. Let’s be honest, it was my fault, I kept pushing further than I should’ve at my level. You should quit fighting. Maybe we should swap over to ALO to unwind.” Asuna tried to diffuse the situation by interjecting. She had seen the two have their spats in the past, but this was the most heated they’d ever been. It was similar to how Liz and Asuna fought over Kirito before they settled on a poly solution. 

“Asuna, it’s not your fault at all. Sinon’s probably right, I was off my game today.” Kirito sighed and threw his head back on the couch, already regretting what he said. “We probably do need a break. I guess too much grinding was getting to us. Sorry Sinon.”

“Yeah this type of game just fuels my rage.” Liz was fidgeting in her seat, clearly fed up with the game’s punishing deaths.

“Yeah it can be fun, but we keep burning ourselves out.” Silica pouted, and Liz pet her head.

“Let’s take a break, and meet on ALO in like an hour, sound good?”

The squad all agreed to Asuna’s suggestion, and began logging out, until it was just Sinon and Kirito left.

“Glad you came to your senses Kirito, I can’t keep carrying you on these missions.” She teased, now in a playful manner, giggling through it. Kirito looked up at her from her seat, then stood up to meet her face, her bright purple eyes cutting into the teal expanse in Sinon’s. He cradled his hand under her chin with his thumb meeting her bottom lip.

“You never know when to shut up do you?”

Sinon could feel herself blushing at the deep rough voice coming from Kirito’s throat. She tried to push it down, choosing to just hit back.

“You’re gonna have to make me shut up yourself.”

A devilish smile found itself on Kirito’s feminine face, and Sinon could feel the heat inside her building as Kirito bared his teeth.

“Oh is that so? Well I know a damn good way to do that…”

Sinon’s legs were jelly. She was practically melting in his hands, resting her head against his palm. And it was in that moment she remembered that today Kirito had been diving from her place.

She’d meet that energy in the real world.

…

Sinon’s eyes fluttered open beneath the visor of her amusphere. Her view was obscured, but she could feel the heat of her visitor’s body beside hers in bed. It was awkward sharing a bed with a guy you weren’t dating, but it was his best option when he had to travel far from his home for work. It didn’t help that every night she slept alongside him had been some of the best nights of sleep she ever had. She pulled off the headset and retrieved her glasses on the bedside table. As she turned back, she was met with the face of Kirito just inches from hers.

“BAH-”

She instinctively grabbed her pillow and smacked him in the head with it.

“Jerk- you know better than to scare me like that-”

Kirito could only laugh at the girl’s furious pillow strike.

“Hehe sorry. I just like lookin at these visor marks on your face.”

His slender fingers traced the lines on her face where the amusphere had sat, causing Sinon’s cheeks to blush a bright crimson.

“God you weirdo…”

“Tsk. Says the girl who blushes when I call her worthless.”

Sinon’s eyes widened and her mouth dropped.

“What, you thought I didn’t notice? Every time you were a ‘bad girl’ or a ‘heartless bitch’ I saw a flash of red riiiiiight here-”

He booped her nose and laughed.

“Why do you think I kept arguing with you? You light up like a Christmas tree.”

“I-I… shut up jeez… don’t embarrass me like that…”

“What? The masochists got a shy side huh?”

“D-dont say it like that!!!”

“Heh. Maybe you’d have to ‘shut me up’ like what you just wanted huh?”

Sinon’s eyes drifted to the side. She had dug herself into this hole, and now, she felt like hers was about to get wrecked.

“So Princess~” the word dripped with malice coming off his tongue “Would you like me to make good on that word?”

Sinon couldn’t meet his eyes as she spoke out the weakest and softest “Yes.”

“Yes what?”

Sinon’s eyes shot up at Kirito, looking down with mock hatred, he was clearly getting into this little roleplay she’d unintentionally set up.

“Answer me. Yes WHAT?”

Despite his feminine figure both in game and in real life, his voice was commanding. 

“... yes sir…”

“Better. That’s a good girl.”

His soft hand rubbed against the girl’s head, tossling her hair. Then it sharply gripped the back of her head pulling her into him. She closed her eyes.

Their lips locked in battle, fighting against the other. His lips were uneven and split, scarred. Her lips were chapped and rough. And yet, they linked like they had been made for eachother, like interlocking pieces of a puzzle. In spite of the roleplayed hate and roughness, Sinon took note of Kirito’s gentleness. He had forced her into him, dragging her on top of him, but his grip was lost instantly, and it faded into a caress of her hair. His fingers were nimble, curling locks between them. His touch made her feel homesick. There was a tender love behind each movement. Every movement was a praise of her. His tongue fought against her lips before she welcomed it, wrapping her own around his, desperately craving more. She moaned out her pleasure, sounding more like a kitten’s mew than a girl starved for affection. Kirito pulled away from her, robbing her of all she wanted, and laughed. Sinon felt a pressure beneath her, and the feeling of a bulge in Kirito’s pants hitting her inner thigh. 

“You’re such a good girl.”

His hands met her sides, brushing against her before moving to the hem of her top. Her hands met his and she helped as he stripped her, revealing her silky pale skin beneath and a light blue bra. Her shoulders were speckled with freckles and acne scars. He smiled warmly at the sight, and his cheeks flushed.

“Right. Kirito is easy to tease too. He’s just playing tough…”

He gently swirled his finger around her navel, before she took his hand in hers and lifted it to her chest.

“I… I know what you said earlier… hopefully you still like them…” Sinon wanted to disappear. She hadn’t realized how deep those comments really could cut. “How much have I hurt him?...”

“Shino. Honey…” Kirito’s eyes were kind as he broke character. “As soon as I said what I said, I regret it. You’re gorgeous Shino, every inch of you deserves worship.” He leaned his head in to kiss her forehead. “Don’t take the words of an idiot who was trying to get a rise from you.”

“This jerk. Always knowing the right thing to say…”

“I think… I think I love you, Kazuto. I… I just tried deflecting with insults and. God I hope I didn’t say anything that hurt you.”

“It’s okay. We both said things we didn’t mean. I probably made it worse by trying to banter back at you. And I never meant any harm by my words. But I know one thing that I mean deep in my heart. I love you Shino.”

They pulled eachother into another embrace. As Kirito kissed Sinon he slipped his hands behind her back and undid her bra, the tiny blue cloth falling to the side. Sinon instinctively blocked Kirito’s sight of them with her arms. Kirito gently pulled her arms to the side, revealing the gorgeous sight beneath. Two perky mounds sat on her chest, with a field of freckles adorning them. Her areolas were a bright pink, contrasting starkly with her porcelain skin beside them, and in the middle of both were two slits hiding her inverted nipples. 

“You’re beautiful Sinon. You don’t need to hide away.”

“Y-yeah but… I feel like you’re a bit overdressed.”

Kirito looked down at himself and realized he had been unfair to the poor girl. He hefted his shirt over his head in one movement, tossing it to the side. Sinon eyed his body and took note of every little detail. He was somewhat muscular, but he was skinny. He’d spent countless years trapped in that body unable to move a muscle, and it clearly took its toll. His body looked like a battlefield, scars littered his tanned skin. Multiple faint lines adorned his abdomen, knife scars, just like the one on his cheek. Two different puncture wounds from where he’d been hit by the Death Guns. Countless faint marks littered him, from surgeries and tests and vitality sensors. 

Sinon pressed her hand against his stomach, and looked to him with eyes that said “Life has been rough for us huh?” Kirito smiled down at her with a small smile that said “But we’re still here. Together.”

Kirito pulled her on top of him again, and locked his lips against one of her breasts. He effortlessly cupped the other in his free hand and gently massaged it. Sinon purred out another soft moan. Kirito gently swirled his tongue around her nipple, coaxing it out where he could softly bite against it. Sinon’s mind was filled with pure bliss at the sensation. She had consistently struggled with sensory overload during her life, but now all those sensations were doing nothing but awakening a primal heat in her. One that begged to be taken and used. 

Despite the bliss, she pulled herself away from Kirito and rolled off of him. Kirito was about to object, but his protest was quickly stopped by the sight of Sinon stripping off her leggings, with her panties the same light blue that adorned her top. Kirito took the hint and pulled off his shorts as well.

“Well big guy, arent ya gonna help me with these?” Sinon gestured down at herself, inviting Kirito to assist her intimately. He sat up and guided his hands along her sides, a soft ticklish sensation. He met her waist and gently pulled down her panties, his face now directly in line with a neat black bush trimmed in the shape of a heart. 

“Fuck right- That’s embarrassing. I shave there in patterns like stars and stuff since I thought nobody would see.” “Nono it’s cute. It fits you so well… And the heart is perfect.”

He wasted no time in pulling her into him again, his nose brushing against her soft hair as his tongue met her lower lips. His grip was tight on her bubbly ass, his fingernails lightly digging into her soft flesh. 

“F-fuck… Kirito…”

Her breathing was heavy as he feasted on her. She had to grab tight on his hair to keep steady as he spiralled his tongue around her clit. 

“Fuck- wait Kirito stop- I’m actually gonna cum- stop-”

Kirito pulled away from her.

“Everything okay Sinon? I mean- I wanna make you cum but if you’re uncomfortable-”

“Nono- that’s not it don’t worry. It’s just… I wanna cum from this.” She knelt down and gently rubbed the fabric of Kirito’s black briefs with the palm of her hand. It lightly twitched from the sensation of her touch. Sinon giggled to herself. It was both stiff to rub against, but it still felt so soft beneath the fabric. She laid down infront of his crotch, her face resting right on top of his lap. She absentmindedly smelled his musk and her mind flashed with thoughts of everything this beast will do to her. She was just a cat in heat, and she wanted to throw herself right into the hyena before her. She nuzzled her face against the bulge, intoxicated by the smell of sweat and precum. She couldn’t resist her urges any longer and practically ripped the briefs off of Kirito.

Her eyes went wide at the sight of the tower before her. She’d imagined it before, on some of her more lonely nights, but with his frame she always pictured something at best half his actual size. His member stood tall looking to be around 8 inches, and it certainly wasn’t slouching for girth either.

“J-jeez Kazuto how do ya even hide this away in briefs like this-”

“Well there’s a reason I don’t wear panties and skirts.”

“Hmmmmm- we’ll have to try that later. But for now-”

She shyly bobbed her head down. She kissed the very tip of her partner’s cock and was met with a salty-sweet gift of precum dribbling out. She giggled and smiled up at Kirito, who was blushing and hiding his face away. She relaxed herself and readied herself. She stuck out her tongue and lightly brushed it against his member from tip to it’s base. She could feel Kirito’s whole body shiver. She kissed the base of his shaft and slowly worked her way back up, peppering him with subtle lipstick marks. She circled her tongue around the tip, causing Kirito to moan out in pleasure.“Hehehe. He sounds even more girly than me~”

She smiled and slowly worked her whole mouth around the tip. She was more than content to lick it and bob up and down on it like this- but she wanted more. She slowly worked her way down, taking inch after inch, until he nearly gagged her. She couldn’t get to the base just yet- so she did the best she could, working her magic against his dick, gently gliding her mouth up and down and up and down. With each bounce, she would try to get him to squirm and moan out. Sometimes she’d gently nibble against him or massage him with her tongue. But he seemed so sensitive- he was shaking and softly saying her name on repeat under his breath. 

“So cute~”

She picked up the pace, trying to go as fast as she could without taking him in her throat accidentally. Kirito screamed out in pleasure, gripping her sheets and bucking his hips. “Shino- shino please stop- I cant-”

Sinon pulled away and wiped her mouth against her wrist.

“S-sorry I know you were having fun but I- I wanna make sure you get the pleasure you want.”

“O-OH! Right right of course”

Sinon was flustered red, having momentarily forgotten her deepest desire, to get fucked by her best friend.

“Wait shit… do we have any birth control? I completely forgot…”

Sinon buried her head in her hands in shame.

“I can’t believe I just got both of us so close and we might not even be able to finish since I don’t have any pills-”

Kirito retrieved his pants from the floor and pulled a pink condom wrapper out of his back pocket.

“Well- I was gonna visit Asuna after we hung out today- but it seems like I needed to punish a bad girl first-” he cooed out. 

“Gosh you’re such a dork… And I love that about you…”

Sinon snatched the condom out of Kirito’s hand, and bit the wrapper open and wasted no time in sliding it over Kirito’s waiting cock. Kirito whistled slightly.

“Heh, you did that like a pro- I wouldn’t have taken you for someone with that much experience~”

“Sh-shut up… you’re my first…”

“Awww I’m honored~”

Kirito pushed Sinon onto her back, pinning her arms down effortlessly.

“I’m glad I’m so special, princess~”

“Goddddd you’re so weirddddd”

“Heh. I love you too, Sinon.” 

The two met eachother with a kiss, as Kirito gently slid his cock against the entrance of Sinon’s pussy, teasing her with the sensations. The object of her desire so close yet so far. Sinon pulled out of their kiss, a trail of saliva keeping their tongues linked momentarily.

“Please Kirito. Take me… Make me yours.”

That was all Kirito needed to hear. He slowly worked himself in, and Sinon gripped onto his wrists for support. She gritted her teeth as he filled her up. Before long, his tip was kissing the entrance to her womb. Kirito waited for her breathing to steady.

“Hey, I know it can be tough the first time, it was for me too. I’ll be gentle, I’m here for you.”

Sinon smiled and pulled him into another kiss. Kirito slowly started thrusting into Sinon. Her insides were slick with his saliva and her wetness, as her tight hole gripped hard against him. It was a sensation foreign to Kirito, his times with Asuna and Liz hadn’t been as tight against him, but the feeling was divine in it’s own right. The subtle mix of pleasure and pain swirling into a horny mess within him. He could barely control his impulses, and picked up his speed. “F-fuck Kazuto-”

“I love you Shino-”

“I love you too Kaz-”

The star crossed soldiers made out as Kirito went full force, dramatically speeding up. A chorus of plaps, moans, gasps and “f-fuck-”s filled Sinon’s apartment as Kirito’s member filled up Sinon, molding her insides to his shape, marking her as his and his alone.

“K-Kaz, I’m gonna cum-”

“I-I’m close too-” “L-let’s do it together-”

Sinon blushed as she said something so lame. She wanted it though. She wanted to be close to Kirito. She wanted to be his best friend, his lover, his partner, his wife. 

Sinon bit her tongue as she came in pleasure, huffing out a stifled moan, while Kirito shuddered and panted out as he filled the reservoir in the condom. Sinon’s fluids leaked out, dripping onto the bed beneath her. She felt the heat of Kirito’s cum inside her, with a secret wish that there was no condom separating them. Kirito exhaustedly laid on top of Sinon, panting out quiet “I love you”s. Sinon gently pet his hair, just as he had done for her.

…

Kirito and Sinon logged into ALO, only they took far longer than anyone else had taken to get in. 

“Jeez you two- did you do, like, a whole mission in GGO before joining us?” Liz complained.

“Sorry about that guys- we just ran out to get lunch- and Sinon just got stuffed and didn’t wanna move-”

Sinon glared at him.

“Yeah you stuffed me alright- dick.”

“Yeah sorry for being late- lunch is on me and Kirito the next time we all meet up-”

She smiled and ran to go join up with Asuna, Silica, Liz and Leafa, incredibly thankful that she was running on her virtual legs- she probably wouldn’t be walking IRL for a day or two-

[pbandjesse]

I am absolutely shattered today. More exhausted then I have been in a while. I am super glad my workshop tomorrow is not happening anymore because I don't think I could handle it. I am just. So tired.

I didn't sleep amazing again. My ears hurt again. I have had go take out all of my piercing. Which seems to have helped a little bit. But I also absolutely slept through my alarm because I was asleep on top of my phone. Thankfully James woke me up at 715.

I was in a horrible mood though. And I was very snippy. I was in my head telling myself to knock it off but I was having a bad time. I was to hot. I would be okay but it did not start well.

James left for work before me. And I took a few extra minutes to sit and watch my new fish because I read that it can help your blood pressure and I do think it helped a little bit. I was out the door by 755.

I got over to creative alliance and loaded up my wagon. As I walked from the corner where I parked t Creative Alliance Parker pulled up and I was like. Oh hi! And I really tried to put on all my energy. But I was for sure more low energy then normal. I tried but I was struggling.

The classroom was 72 degrees. Which was wild. Parker would realize and fix it pretty quick but it did not help how warm I already was. But it would be okay.

I started setting up my program and slowly the kids started coming in. Including some I knew! One from the nursery I subbed at before and one form puhtok. And everyone was really great.

James had given me a bunch of flattened cardboard boxes from soap being sold at the gift shop. So as the kids came in, some went to draw, and some came to help me assemble the boxes. And it was fun. A nice little way to get to know each other and jump right into making stuff.

They were all really excited about the Rubbermaid tubs of stuff I brought. And I gave them plastic bins to start putting things to the side in case they might want to use them for their dioramas. But we would be breaking into two groups later on so it was no rush.

The kids were really funny. And by the end of the day they had developed their own religion, with one of the older boys, Andrew, becoming the cult leader. It was all around an egg that did not shatter with the others. And then at lunch they went to the park and saw a dead bird and I think there is a chicken and the egg conversation to be had but they just kept chanting. And making art about the egg. Children are so wonderfully weird.

Parker took the kids on a tour of the two buildings first. Which gave me a few minutes to eat my breakfast. But soon they were back and we jumped right in.

We started with taking about what a dioramas was. I wrote things in the board and we discussed what it is, what it's made of, why someone might make one. And they had really great answers. Next we filled out the worksheet I made up with information for thinking about how your diorama will function. Who's in it? What's the environment? What are the materials? We then sketched it and then we made paper models of the ideas. Not everyone did all of these steps, and they really didn't have to. But it was good to work through the ideas.

We had approximately 2 and a half hours for each group. And I found that about half of each group spent the entire time making, while the other half finished in about an hour. So I had to push for adding things. And I would find some books and Legos to entertain the littler ones. But overall I think we did great.

I did struggle when I realized I forgot my hot glue sticks at home. So the first group only had 5 sticks. But they really made it work. Like it wasn't perfect but it was still good. Even if I was stressed. And I would cut my finger in my pocket knife when I was helping cut windows out of boxes. Ouch. It was bleeding pretty bad and I was mad at myself.

But the kids did great. Only a few little finger burns on the hot glue guns. No one seriously injured. And they all worked really hard. It was nice to see.

They had a snack break half way through the morning. I would have my little lunch then since I was planning on quickly driving home to get the hot glue during their lunch half hour.

After their snack some of them finished quickly. Some took the rest of the hour. Other started drawing. I had music going. It was a little tough for me to find music without cursing so we ended up listening to Mitski and Julien Baker all day. Which I enjoyed and I think kept the space calm.

We finished the morning session and Parker collected the other class and my class and I headed to the car.

I quickly drove home. Washed my face and tried to shake off the tired feeling. My feet hurt and it would only get worse. But it was okay. I grabbed the hot glue. Pet Sweetp. And quickly drove back. Got the same parking space even!

They were still at the park for lunch so I enjoyed sitting on the stairs outside. I was out there for like ten minutes when I heard the entire group of children chanting "all hail the dead bird!" Over and over. Children are hilarious.

I did have to ban chanting though because half of my second group was getting very frustrated by the boys repeating and being loud about eggs and I was getting frustrated too. You may worship the egg quietly in your head. I just don't want to hear it anymore.

The afternoon felt long. But I know it was mostly because I was very tired. I still had fun. And really enjoyed seeing what everyone was making. Some of the kids really were great at this project and I was so proud of them. This is for sure a 3rd/4th grade project. But what else it new, that's the age I work best with.

Around 330 we started cleaning up. Some were still working. Some were done. I was slowly cleaning up around them. Teaching some how to properly wash paint brushes. Giving others the job of sweeping. And soon parents were showing up.

As they were getting picked up I thanked them all for coming. One of the kids showed me a magic trick. I got to meet the other teachers who were teaching the kids to do magic tricks which was very neat. And after packing my wagon I was ready to go.

I checked in with Parker before I left. And he just said how awesome he thinks I am and how he loves how I know so many things. To be fair I know a little about a lot of things, and it's hurt me in the past. I remember when I applied for Penland to try and get a residency after college and they said I had to many directions in my portfolio. That I needed to focus. But that was never going to be me I guess. I think I like it better that way.

I held it together until I got home. But I was exhausted. My feet hurt so much. I desperately wanted to lay down.

And that's just what I did. I got home and took my shoes off and got on the couch. And that's where James found me not long after. I was very upset and very tired.

I just kept closing my eyes. But James asked me what I wanted for dinner and I wanted brass tap. It took me a while to get to that answer but I did get there. And it was hard to get up. But James pulled me off the couch and we headed to Towson.

James took us a fun back roads way. And I talked to them about some frustrations I am having and that helped me feel a little better.

We parked in the parking garage at the mall and went to the restaurant. And it wasn't amazing and I felt horrible. But I was happy to be with my James. Even if it was to loud. Ah well.

I still appreciated James trying to make me feel better. The food was fine and I saved the salad for tomorrow. We walked through the mall to go to the car because it had started to rain. And it was nice window shopping but I was very much ready to go home.

When we got back here I got changed and got in the couch. James did some painting for the stairwell. And me and Sweetp have just been resting.

And I am very very much ready for bed now. Thankfully the only plans I have this weekend is to have brunch with Callie tomorrow. She's coming to get me in the morning and we have reservations so I'm hoping it's pretty low stress. And I'm just really looking forward to seeing her. Hopefully I will sleep good and be able to feel amazing tomorrow.

I hope you all feel amazing too. I love you all very much. Goodnight everyone.

[wherebutterfliesneverdie13ghosts]

VI. Hunger

A/N: It hath been awhile, my comrades. I, once again, lost my inspiration for this story but clawed my way out of the pit of despair to write a chapter

After much deliberation, I have decided to make a chapter in Royce’s Point of View, which has proven to be interesting. Placing myself in the mind of a seventeen-year-old boy.

REMINDER: Royce Clayton/The Torn Prince was seventeen years old when he died in canon. I will NOT change that. With that stated, there will be sexual content between he and Emily, starting in this chapter.

I will, of course, put a warning before those so you can read past them if you wish. However, if you do read them DESPITE the warnings, it is no longer my problem.

I am not sure what this chapter will entail since I’m writing it as I go, therefore, any warning you can think of shall be applied.

One look and I can't catch my breath Two souls into one flesh When you're not next to me I'm incomplete

'Cause I'm on fire like a thousand suns I couldn't put it out even if I wanted to These flames tonight Look into my eyes and say you want me, too Like I want you

Hunger Ross Copperman

Royce’s Point of View

Thump. Thump. Thump.

I needed to calm down before Emily picked up my accelerated heart rate from her position in the living room of the March home. As I watched her through the window, twirling gracefully as she played the gorgeous white violin I had gotten for her this past Yule, the small velvet box containing my Nana Clayton’s engagement ring felt like it was burning a hole through my coat.

“You propose to Emily, Royce Clayton,” she had stated as she had pushed it into my hands. “If you keep fretting over it, you are going to stress yourself to death.”

She was right, of course. From the moment Emily and I had shared our first kiss three years ago, and maybe even before that, I had wanted to place a ring on her finger. Have her take my last name. Give her  children we could raise as Witches. Maybe halt our aging for a short while or perhaps even indefinitely. Eternity was not a horrible prospect if Emily was by my side to share it with.

“Todays the big day.”

I looked to my left with a start as the deep voice of Nathaniel drew my attention, his large and imposing figure immediately making me feel like a small child as opposed to the seventeen-year-old I was.

“There is nothing to worry about, boy,” he slapped me on the back, his Lycan strength enough to almost take me off my feet even in his human form. “Emily loves you. And if Nicholas had any doubts, he never would have granted his permission.”

I nodded and he chuckled, walking away.

My magic stirred as a familiar, mouthwatering scent floated into my nose, causing me to inhale deeply, red energy flecked with black weaving between my fingers, causing me to clench my hand.

“Are you going to stand out here in the cold all night, slugger?”

I spun, my eyes pulsing red as I gripped her, pulling her small frame flush against my larger one, practically swallowing her whole as I pressed a kiss to the hollow at the base of her throat.

“Royce, you need to calm down,” Cecelia’s voice filled my mind and I saw her weaving her way through the stones of the garden, Pann flitting through the air, landing on Emily’s shoulder. “I don’t think yours and Emily’s first time should be in the snow.”

I clenched my teeth, battling the urge, as I frequently did, to bury myself inside her.

“You had something to ask her, remember?”

I nodded and took a deep breath, being more grateful than ever that my Familiar had a maternal nature, consistently steering me away from my base male instincts.

Not that I did not want to make love to Emily. That I did not want to weave our magic together as well as our bodies. I, several times a week, found myself unable to sleep unless I had worked off the sexual energy consistently pulsing through my body, the same way my cock would throb in my hand as I tried to work myself to the brink of exhaustion. After some time, I would fall asleep sticky and tired past the point of what a normal human would be capable of.

Cecelia would always make sure I woke up in time to clean myself up and get dressed before my mother or Nettie came to ensure I was up for school.

“Royce. Focus.”

I took a deep breath and smiled at Emily, realizing that her fingers were brushing my face with concern, obviously confused by the sound of my heart.

I knelt on one knee, her eyes widening as she regarded me, her small hand coming up to flutter by her throat. Pann reared up and rested his front legs on her cheek, his large insect eyes focused intently upon me as I reached into my pocket and presented the small box, opening it up, my Nana’s ring catching the light of the moon, casting rainbows upon the snow.

“Nana Clayton’s Ring.”

I know she could feel the magic emanating from the diamonds. My mother had performed the spell herself. A blessing from the goddess traditional for proposals, she had told me.

“She insisted I use it to propose,” I chuckled. “You know how fond she is of you, kitten.”

She smiled and motioned for me to continue.

“Emily March,” I decided I did not need to make a speech. Emily knew me better than anyone else. “I love you with every beat of my heart and nothing would bring me more joy than to have you by my side for however long we decide to roam this Earth.”

Tears glistened in her beautiful purple eyes as I spoke.

“Would you make me the happiest guy in the world and be my wife?”

She nodded, unable to form words, and I stood, just in time to catch her in my arms. I couldn’t help the utterly stupid ‘whoop’ that left my lips as I spun her around, careful not to dislodge Pann from his position upon her shoulder.

“If you are done monopolizing my daughter, Royce,” Nicholas March’s voice rang out behind us. “Cassandra has prepared a feast in honor of your nuptials.”

I twirled Emily before tucking her underneath my arm and leading her up to the March residence, the warmth of the house swallowing us.

Pauly’s Diner January 1957

“Hey Emily,” I watched from my seat as Becky swept by mine and Andrew’s table, looking anxious as she made it to Emily’s side at the counter. “What kind of mood is your dearly beloved in today?”

I tuned in more intently now. Becky did not usually pay any attention to my temperament unless it would impact her workday in some significant way. For instance, if I got into another fight that led to blood on the floor or table.

“Pretty good,” Emily shrugged. “On the Royce scale, he’s above slightly irritated but below punching someone out.”

Becky arched an eyebrow at her, tightening her ponytail. “I don’t know what that means, Emmy.”

Emily smiled in my direction, her engagement ring catching the light.

“Roll the dice, Bex,” however, she stared more intently at Becky now. “Why so much concern for Royce’s temper?”

She nodded her head at something, and my posture immediately changed, shifted. Great. Just fucking fantastic. The pureblood Witch that wanted Emily for himself had waltzed into the diner. Adam Conrad. The kid was the bane of my existence. Constantly trying to convince Emily that she belonged to him. Not with him. To him. Like she was a fucking inanimate object meant to be owned and not the magnificent creature she was.

My fingers clenched around the edges of the table, the taste of iron filling my mouth as he approached her. My senses went on high alert as I saw the rage fill his eyes when they landed on the ring on her finger.

“Are you fucking kidding me, Emily?!” Adam drew the attention of EVERY patron in the diner as he charged toward her. “You are actually going to marry that half-breed?!”

I was surprised when Johnny – of all people – intercepted him, placing himself firmly between Emily and the angry He-Demon.

“Listen, half-witch or not,” Johnny crossed his arms. “Without magic, Clayton will mop the floor with you.” He leaned closer. “You are an angry child. Royce is pure rage in a human shell. And if anything can provoke him into a murder charge, it is any threat to the girl behind me.”

I smirked at his words, something dark seizing me. It was time to end this little brat once and for all. As the stare down continued, I shrugged off my letterman, Andrew looking at me wearily.

When Adam merely glared petulantly, Johnny sighed.

“I am trying to help you here, buddy,” he shook his head. “Everyone in town knows that the Diner is magic proof.”

He held up his hands.

“But hey, if you really think you are a capable enough fighter to take down the President of the Anger problem club,” he stepped aside. “Be my guest.”

My eyes pulsed red, a rage I had never felt before filling me as he gripped her hand, hard enough to make her gasp. I was on my feet and crossing the distance in a matter of seconds, gripping his throat, and tossing him to the floor.

Adam had no time to catch his breath as I followed him down, my fist making a satisfying thud as it hit his cheek. I felt the skin break under my fingers, blood spilling.

I don’t know how many times I hit him when I felt fingers tugging at the white material of my shirt, Emily hauling me to my feet and gripping my chin, forcing me to look at her.

To my shock, there was no anger in her eyes, merely concern as her purple gaze went to my split knuckles. She tugged me behind her without a word, leading me into the bathroom and locking the door, heading for the first aid kit against the wall.

I am almost positive I am one of the main reasons Pauley had these installed all over the diner.

She went to reach for my hands, but I lifted her onto the sink instead. I pressed her thighs apart to stand between them, pressing my rapidly hardening cock against the thin cotton of her underwear. I looked into her eyes to ensure I wasn’t making her uncomfortable. Within them I saw the same stirrings of heat that I am positive was reflected at her.

My fingers walked up her thigh and maintaining eye contact, I brushed my index finger along the seam of her underwear, feeling how the wet fabric stuck to her skin. A sound akin to a growl slid from between my lips as I brushed my knuckle gently against the little nub I could feel through the cotton.

She gripped the back of my neck and pulled me down into a kiss, my tongue immediately seeking hers. I could taste the cinnamon of her toothpaste as my free hand closed over her breast through the fabric of her work dress. My thumb brushed over her nipple, and she tugged on my bottom lip with her teeth, causing my tongue to lash against hers once again.

As much as I could tell that it killed her, she pushed against my chest.

“Pann is right, Royce,” of course her trusty familiar was talking to her. I had not even realized he was perched on one of the stall doors, his purple wings folded behind him. “We can’t have sex at my job.”

I looked down, ashamed. What was I? An animal?

She lifted my chin.

“I want to, slugger, believe me, I do,” she rubbed her thumb over my cheekbone. “But I would prefer our first time to be in a bed and not on a cold sink.”

She let out an impish grin then.

“Though I wouldn’t mind that after, of course.”

I shook my head at her and tickled her sides, causing her to let out adorable peals of laughter, my hands moving to massage her hips.

I leaned forward and nuzzled my nose against hers before pulling up her left hand and pressing my lips to the ring on her finger.

“I love you, Emily.”

She reached up and pulled my head down, resting our foreheads together.

“I know that slugger,” she smiled sweetly. “And I love you. With every beat of my heart.”

A/N: And that is that. I am fond of this chapter, despite how long it took me. Hopefully, I get some reviews.

[deke-rivers-1957]

The Greatest Hero In The Empire Part 22

I wake the next day refreshed and invigorated. I feel a new vigor and determination filling me and I know that today may hold just as many hardships as the day before, but that I will be able to do whatever it takes to protect this beautiful dream. My heart feels as if it is going to burst with joy, and my new resolve gives me the strength and ability to continue on. It may be hard, but it will be worth it. I am filled with a renewed energy and optimism as I face whatever may come my way today.

"I'm ready."

"Did I bring honor to the emperor? Was I good in battle?"

I look over at the legionnaire, giving him a soft, kind smile. What this man's been through is clear, and I'm filled with pity and empathy for him.

"Of course you did, my friend. Of course you did. You fought with honor and bravery, and you did it for the Emperor. The Emperor himself's proud of you. I'm proud of you as well, my friend. We're all so grateful for your courage and sacrifice."

"That’s good enough. Thank you."

My smile grows broader at this compliment, and I nod my head in acknowledgement.

"No, my friend, thank you. We couldn't have won the battle without you. Your sacrifice won't be forgotten by us. You've done an honorable service and you've earned your rest. How do you feel now? Do you need anything? Is there anything I can do to make you more comfortable?"

"Head wound. Vision's blurred and feeling dizzy."

My heart breaks for this young man who fought so valiantly, only to lose more than he ever could have imagined. This war has a cost. So many have suffered. And now this boy lies here, unable to see well and in great pain. He could be blinded from the wounds, and I hate to see it. Still, I want to put on a brave face for him.

"I'm so sorry, my friend. This is an unfortunate part of war. I can only pray that the doctors will be able to help you with these wounds. You just rest now. Is that ok?"

"Yeah."

I place my hand on his shoulder and give him an encouraging, friendly pat. I do my best to give him some measure of comfort.

"I'll be around, my friend. If you need anything at all, you know where to find me. We've got to take care of each other, now that we're all we've got. If anything, try to rest, ok?"

"Thank you."

I let out a deep sigh as I look at the sleeping man, my stomach churning with grief.

"May the Empress protect him."

I start to feel my stomach rumbling. I walk out of the medical tent in search of food. I find myself a plate of some disgusting slop and make my way to a rock to sit on. I pull out my flask and give it a sip after biting into a piece of crusty bread for flavor, thinking about the battle and the cost to fight this war.

Time Skip

My stomach's still feeling uneasy from the meager food I've eaten, but I get up once more and look around the campsite. It's a grim scene and it's clear that the battle's been hard fought. I try to push these thoughts aside, so I return to the medical tent to ask the medics what their reports are.

"Tell me, how many have we lost so far? Is there reason to be proud, at least, for the victory?"

"We don't know for sure. Only that it could’ve been worse. If you hadn’t been able to bring in these legionnaires with missing limbs they would’ve all been on the dead list."

My eyes seem to light up at this thought, and I speak with hope in my voice.

"So you're telling me that not all of the injured are going to die? The doctors will be able to save some of them? Is that right? Some of these boys are going to make it?"

"Of course. Blood loss and infection are the two biggest issues with these men. Time is the most important factor in their survival."

A great weight is lifted off my shoulders, and I feel a rush of optimism fill me. For the first time today, I feel like I have some reason to hope.

"You have no idea how relieved I am to hear that! But what about the boy with the head wound? Is there hope for him? Will he survive? Please, tell me he's going to survive."

"You certainly gave him a better chance to heal."

Tears well up in my eyes, but this time they are tears of relief, not grief. 

"Thank you."

"The emperor would certainly be pleased with your efforts."

My smile grows even wider. It's a bit overwhelming, to think that the Emperor himself would hear about this. 

"Do you think he'll know about this in a couple days?"

"No. News doesn’t travel well in these parts. He likely won’t know for months."

I sigh as my heart sinks. The thought of months going by without the people knowing of our victory saddens me. How long will they have to suffer while our Emperor remains in the dark about his subject's sacrifices?

"I see. Well, in time I'm sure the good news will reach him. But anyway, tell me what needs doing. If there's work to be done here, I'll help as much as you need me to." 

"Pass out food and drink to the legionnaires. Captain Nero has first priority."

I can't help but let out a long sigh at the task before me. This one looks like it's going to be a tough task indeed. Captain Nero and all the others will get what they need, by me alone if necessary. This is my duty as a slave. If my duty's been determined, then I'll see that it's done.

Tagging: @arrolyn1114, @jaqueline19997, @vintagepresley, @ashtag6887, @presley72elvis,

@jakeywake, @xanatenshi, @thetaoofzoe, @hooked-on-elvis, and @tupelomiss.

[hollyoongs]

First time doing a Request I‘m kinda nervous but could (you don’t have to) write 8th member x Jungwon. Like the Reader was recently added to this Group and has to learn all the hard Dances and Jungwon is very strict/mean to the reader because they have a tight schedule and he really pushes the reader to it’s limits. He criticized reader a lot like talking bad about the vocals,stage present,visuals (face, figure), dancing skills etc ans the one day the reader breaks down in front of him while he was being harsh again and he‘s then like:“ Oh sorry let me make this up to you“ and since then the reader is Jungwon favorite

You are another me, I am another you (I-LAND - Into the I-LAND) Let’s just run for our lives

ᨓ 。idol!yang jungwon x idol!fem reader ꒰📲꒱﹕slight angst to fluff ﹕+2.0k contains: crying, mean jungwon at first, mean knetz comments (what's new), smau part, let me know if I missed one ┈─★

The sound of the studio door closing behind you felt heavier today. Your muscles were sore from all the extra practice, your mind was overwhelmed from memorizing every sharp move, and worst of all, Jungwon’s constant criticisms echoed in your head. Being the only female in ENHYPEN, you knew expectations would be high, but this? This was brutal.

Every mistake was met with a sharp comment, a sigh of frustration from the leader, and you found yourself questioning whether you were cut out for this. Jungwon wasn’t cruel, but he was relentless. His words stung, always pointed out how you weren’t fast enough, sharp enough, perfect enough.

“Again,” he said for what felt like the hundredth time, his voice clipped as he wiped the sweat from his forehead. The others stood nearby, equally tired, but their eyes shifted toward you as if waiting for you to crack. You could feel their silent support, but it wasn’t enough to drown out the pressure.

Seven months after ENHYPEN’s debut, the world of K-pop had been shaken by the news of your sudden addition to the group. Right before the highly anticipated release of their Japanese album, Hakanai, the company had announced the unexpected eighth member—you.

The reaction had been explosive. Some fans were outraged. Comments flooded social media, criticizing the decision to add a girl to a group that had already worked so hard to build their identity.

"She didn't train as long as the boys." "Why now?" "This is unfair to them."

You read every post, every angry tweet, feeling the weight of their disappointment. It made your shoulders slump under the burden of being an outsider.

But there were others—fans who were intrigued by the fresh dynamic you could bring.

"This is something new!" "Finally, a group that challenges the norms!" "I can’t wait to see what she adds to ENHYPEN!"

They cheered for you, hopeful that your presence would bring something extraordinary.

You haven't debuted yet, pictures of your past resurfacing and preople trying to find any evidence that you did something (which you didn't) and still, all their eyes were all on you. Every move you made, every mistake, was scrutinized not just by the fans, but by your members—especially Jungwon. The pressure to fit in with them, to match their energy, was like a constant weight pressing down on you, making it harder to breathe.

You couldn’t help but wonder if Jungwon resented you. He had been carrying the weight of being the leader since debut, and now, the company had thrown you into the mix right before the release of such an important album. His leadership was already under immense pressure, and your arrival had just added more to his plate.

“You’re falling behind again,” Jungwon's voice cut through your thoughts, stern and unforgiving. He stepped closer, his eyes scanning your form, taking in your trembling muscles and shaky stance. "If you can't keep up, how do you expect to perform when we debut in Japan?"

His words were like ice, freezing you in place. You wanted to explain, to tell him how hard you were trying, but your throat was tight with unshed frustration. The others were watching, and you hated that you were the center of this uncomfortable attention again.

You swallowed hard, wiping the sweat from your forehead, but kept going. Each move was drilled into you at this point, yet you still fumbled, the exhaustion taking over your body. You tried to push through, only for Jungwon to stop the music abruptly.

“I don’t get it,” he muttered, pacing in front of you, his arms crossed. “How are you still this off? It’s like you’re not even trying.”

Your heart sank. You were trying—more than you’d ever tried before. “I’m doing my best,” you mumbled, barely able to look him in the eye.

“Your best?” He scoffed, his words like a slap in the face. “This isn’t even close. You’re dragging us down. I thought your vocals would at least make up for the dancing, but even those need work. And your stage presence? Nonexistent. You can’t just look good. You need to act the part, too.”

It felt like a punch to the gut. He wasn’t just critiquing your dancing now—he was hitting everything. Your voice, your looks, your confidence. You felt your throat tighten, but no matter how hard you tried to hold it back, the frustration was boiling over. “I’m trying,” you repeated, your voice tight, but Jungwon didn’t seem to care.

“You say you’re trying, but I don’t see it. Do you even care about this?” He gestured wildly, as if you had already given up. “We’re on a tight schedule and you—”

“Stop,” you whispered, your voice cracking as you interrupted him.

He froze, turning toward you. “What did you say?”

“I said stop!” you shot back, louder this time, feeling the lump in your throat rising again. “I can’t—” You wiped your eyes hastily, trying to catch your breath. “I’m trying so hard, Jungwon. Every day. I know I’m not as good as the rest of you, but you don’t have to tear me apart like this. I can’t take it anymore.”

The silence that followed was suffocating. Jungwon stared at you, wide-eyed, as if he hadn’t expected you to push back. You could see the realization dawning on him, but it wasn’t enough to stop the flood of emotions surging within you. You couldn’t hold it back any longer.

“I know I’m not perfect, okay?” Your voice cracked, your hands trembling at your sides. “I know and you can bet your fucking life I know the hell you went through on I-LAND. But I’m trying. You think I don’t hear what people say? About how I don’t belong here? How I’m only here because I’m a girl and because I was added after the survival show?”

Your voice rose as you continued, your anger and hurt spilling over. “And you—you’re just confirming all of it! Every time you criticize me, every time you look at me like I’m not good enough, you’re proving them right. You’re supposed to be my leader, but instead, you make me feel like I don’t even deserve to be here!”

Jungwon opened his mouth as if to speak, but you weren’t finished.

“I know I have to work harder than the rest of you. I know I have to prove myself every single day, and believe me, I’m doing it. But you—” You pointed at him, your chest heaving with the weight of your emotions. “You’re supposed to be my teammate. And all you do is push me down further. Do you even care about how much pressure I’m under?”

He flinched at that, his expression faltering for the first time. “I didn’t realize—”

“No, you didn’t,” you shot back, wiping at your eyes again, trying to keep your voice steady. “You’ve been so busy expecting me to be perfect that you forgot I’m human too.”

Jungwon’s shoulders slumped, his arms dropping to his sides. “I thought I was pushing you to be better,” he said, his voice quieter now. “But I didn’t realize how much I was hurting you.”

You let out a bitter laugh, the anger still simmering. “Hurting me? Jungwon, you broke me. Every time I walk into this studio, I’m terrified I’ll disappoint you again. I’m scared of what you’ll say next. Do you know what that feels like?”

He looked down at the floor, guilt creeping into his features. “I didn’t… I didn’t know it was that bad,” he murmured. “I thought… I thought being hard on you would make you stronger. But I went too far. Way too far.”

"You think?" you said and you had enough, you went to your stuff, packing everything on your small bag and takign your bottle of water in the process.

"What are you doing?" Jungwon said seeing walking straight to the door, you didn't stopped your steps for a moment, still giving him your back.

"I love the members, but I swear that if my own fucking leader can't give me the strenght to keep going and not backlash that it's worst that all the knetz combined, I think it's better tot alk to the CEO about taking me off the team."

Jungwon's breath hitched at your words, his eyes widening in panic as he quickly crossed the room. He grabbed your wrist, halting you just as your hand reached for the door. "Wait!" His voice was urgent, almost desperate, but you didn’t turn around. "Please, just—just stop for a second."

You stayed still, the weight of the moment pressing down on both of you. His grip was gentle, but firm enough to prevent you from leaving. "Let me go, Jungwon," you said quietly, your voice barely above a whisper, but it carried all the exhaustion and hurt you’d been holding in.

"No. Please, don’t go. Don’t leave the group," he pleaded, stepping in front of you now, his eyes searching yours for any sign of forgiveness. "You’re right. I’ve been awful to you. I didn’t see it, but now I do. You have every right to hate me for how I’ve treated you."

The silence stretched between you as you stared at him, unsure whether you could believe his sudden change. His usual authoritative demeanor was gone, replaced with something raw and vulnerable.

"I know you’ve been working hard," he continued, his voice softer now. "And I see how much pressure you're under. I thought pushing you like this would help you rise to the occasion, but... I was wrong. I was being a terrible leader."

You didn’t respond, just watching him carefully, your emotions still too heavy to process his words fully.

"I don’t want you to leave. You belong here. I know I haven’t made you feel that way, but you do." Jungwon’s voice wavered as he spoke, his eyes never leaving yours. "I’m sorry. I’m so, so sorry. I’ll make it up to you. Please just give me a chance."

"You're just saying this because you don't want me to tell the media about this." You let out a shaky breath, your frustration and anger still bubbling beneath the surface

"No! You're so wrong about it!" Something in his expression made you pause. It wasn’t just guilt—it was regret, genuine and painful. You could tell he meant it. But could you just forgive him that easily? "I swear to God that I don't know what the hell I was thinking, everybody got in my head because nobody believed in me that I can ahndle a girl in the group. They still even think that I can't lead the rest of the guys because I'm young and "stupid in so many ways". All of it pilled up."

You heard Jungwon’s voice crack, and for the first time, you saw the real weight of his responsibilities. His eyes were glistening with unshed tears, and you couldn’t help but be taken aback. You had always seen him as this strong, almost unyielding figure, but now, his vulnerability was laid bare.

“I didn’t think… I didn’t realize how hard it was for you too,” you admitted softly, your own anger and frustration melting away as you saw the sincerity in his eyes. “I thought you were just being mean because you wanted to push me. I didn’t know you were struggling with all of this.”

Jungwon took a deep breath, trying to steady his emotions. “I’ve been trying to prove everyone wrong,” he confessed, his voice trembling. “They doubted me from the beginning because of my age. They said I wasn’t capable of leading a group like ENHYPEN. And… I guess I took all that pressure and fear and channeled it into being hard on you. I thought if I could push you to be perfect, it would prove that I could handle this, that I could lead effectively.”

He rubbed at his eyes, as if trying to clear the tears before they fell. “But I was wrong. I forgot that it’s not just about pushing people to be their best. It’s about supporting them, too. I thought if I could be tough enough, I’d be a good leader. But instead, I just made things worse.”

You felt a pang of sympathy, realizing how young and inexperienced he was despite his leadership role. You had been focusing so much on how his criticism affected you that you hadn’t considered the immense pressure he was under. “Jungwon… you’re doing your best, too. And I’m sorry if I added to your stress., but what you did to me was hurtful”

Jungwon’s face softened, the tightness around his eyes easing as he listened to you. He took a step closer, his voice earnest and full of regret. “I know what I did was wrong. I shouldn’t have let my own fears and insecurities turn into harsh criticism. I see that now. And I’m really, truly sorry.”

You took a deep breath, the weight of the confrontation starting to lift, though the sting of his previous words still lingered. “I appreciate you saying that, Jungwon. It’s just hard to hear all that negativity when you’re already struggling so much. I want to do well, I really do. But I need support, not just criticism.”

He nodded, his gaze sincere. “I understand. And I want to be that support for you now. I don’t want to be the reason you feel like you don’t belong here. You’re part of this team, and you’re important. I was wrong to make you feel otherwise.”

The air between you felt a bit lighter, though there was still an underlying tension. Jungwon took a step back and rubbed his face, trying to regain his composure. “I know saying sorry doesn’t undo the damage. But I want to make it up to you. Maybe we can start fresh. Let me know what you need from me, and I’ll do my best to provide it.”

You looked at him, weighing his words. It was a lot to process, and while his apology felt genuine, it would take time to rebuild the trust that had been shaken. “Alright,” you said finally, your voice softer but still tinged with caution. “But it’s going to take more than just saying sorry. I need to see changes. I need to feel like you’re actually supporting me, not just pushing me to meet some impossible standard.”

“Of course,” Jungwon agreed immediately, his tone earnest. “I’ll do whatever it takes. I’ll start by being more constructive with my feedback. I want to help you improve, not just criticize you. And if you ever feel like I’m slipping back into old habits, please let me know. I want to be better—for you and for the team.”

You nodded, feeling a small sense of relief. “Thank you, Jungwon. I appreciate that.”

He gave you a small, encouraging smile. “Let’s take this one step at a time. We’ll get through this together, okay?”

“Okay,” you agreed, a faint smile forming on your lips. It wasn’t a complete resolution, but it was a start. And for now, that was enough.

Jungwon let out a deep breath and took a step back, giving you some space. “How about we start with something easier today? Maybe we can work on something you’re more comfortable with first. I want to help build your confidence again.”

You nodded, grateful for the chance to ease back into practice. “Sounds good. Let’s do that.”

Since that november of 2020 until 2024, things changed between you two. True to his word, Jungwon was patient, taking time to guide you through the toughest routines, explaining the nuances of the choreography in ways that made sense. And when your vocals wavered, he didn’t tear you down but offered encouragement, helping you find your confidence again.

The other members noticed the shift too—Jungwon had become protective of you, always watching out for you during practice, checking in with you more often. There was a bond forming between you two, one built on understanding and trust.

As the days turned into weeks, the dynamics in the practice studio began to shift. Jungwon’s newfound approach to leadership was evident. His once harsh criticisms had turned into constructive feedback, and the atmosphere in the studio had lightened considerably.

During one of your practice sessions, Jungwon approached you with a more relaxed demeanor. “Hey, I was thinking,” he started, his tone casual but genuine. “How about we work on that dance you were struggling with earlier? I remember you said it was one of your favorites.”

You looked up from where you were stretching, surprised by the change in his approach. “Really? You want to help me with that one?”

“Yeah,” he said, nodding. “I know you’ve been working hard on it, and I thought it might help to go over it together. Maybe there’s something specific you’re having trouble with, and we can figure it out.”

You smiled, feeling a sense of relief and gratitude. “That would be great. Thanks, Jungwon.”

As you worked through the dance, Jungwon’s guidance was patient and encouraging. He provided tips and corrections, but always with a supportive tone. When you finally nailed a particularly challenging move, he clapped enthusiastically. “That’s it! Great job. You’ve really improved.”

The change in his demeanor was noticeable to everyone in the group. The members began to comment on how much better the atmosphere was during practice. Sunghoon even joked, “Looks like you’ve become Jungwon’s favorite. I’ve never seen him this invested in anyone before.”

Jungwon laughed, rolling his eyes. “Oh, come on. It’s not favoritism. It’s just that she’s been working really hard and deserves the support.”

One evening after practice, the members were hanging out in the common area of the dorm. You were sitting with Jungwon, discussing a new dance routine, when Sunoo walked over with a playful grin. “So, what’s the secret? You’ve been extra nice to our new member. Is there something we should know?”

Jungwon’s face flushed slightly. “It’s nothing like that. I just realized how important it is to support each other. It’s not about being the best or pushing people to their limits. It’s about helping each other grow.”

The members nodded in agreement, their faces reflecting understanding and approval. “Well, we’re glad to see you’re finally taking that approach,” Sunoo said. “It’s made a huge difference.”

You felt a warm glow of appreciation from the members. The tension that had once hung over you like a cloud was now replaced with a sense of camaraderie and support.

In the weeks that followed, you and Jungwon developed a strong friendship. He continued to be a supportive leader, and your bond grew stronger. You shared laughs, inside jokes, and moments of genuine connection. The members noticed the change and couldn’t deny that your improved relationship with Jungwon had brought a positive shift to the group dynamics.

You became close friends who understood each other’s struggles and triumphs. His initial harshness was now a distant memory, replaced by a supportive and encouraging presence that helped you flourish both as an artist and as an individual.

In interviews and behind-the-scenes footage, the chemistry between you and Jungwon was evident. The way he looked at you, cheered you on, and even went out of his way to ensure you were comfortable and confident spoke volumes. The once-critical leader had become one of your biggest supporters, and the bond between you was a testament to the power of understanding, growth, and mutual respect.

And as for Jungwon, he learned that leadership wasn’t just about pushing others to excel—it was about guiding them with empathy and support. The journey had its challenges, but it ultimately forged a strong friendship and a deeper connection within ENHYPEN, making the team not just a group of talented individuals but a true family.

EXTRA!

ENGENE! has uploaded a video: "jungwon's favorite (+ members teasing about it) a wholesome compilation"

HEESEUNG! replying to your en-drama rain scene

I was behind the scene when she recorded that Wow, she's not the little girl we knew But our Jungwon wa so happy His favorite indeed

JAY! speaking about his en-log

ENGENE! Today's vlog features Jungwon and Y/N We will buy last school supllies for them Our leader so caring

NI-KI!

OP: Ni-Ki!, how does it feels to be the most beloved youngest in Enhypen? Ni-Ki: I don't know, ask Y/N

[SUNGHOON'S LIVE]

Sunghoon was sprawled out on his bed, lazily scrolling through the endless stream of comments as his live reached the twenty-minute mark. The glow from his phone screen cast soft shadows on his face, his smile easy and relaxed. This had become routine for him—answering questions, laughing at inside jokes, and throwing out casual responses to the flood of hearts and emojis that filled the chat.

Everything was smooth, just another night hanging out with his fans, until one particular comment caught his eye.

"In two days, it’s Y/N’s birthday," it read, almost buried under waves of excitement from his followers.

He smirked, leaning in closer, his voice dropping just a bit. "Yeah... it is," he said, his tone teasing but affectionate, a glint of mischief in his eyes. "Actually, Jungwon's planning a surprise party right after the live stream—"

He paused, eyes darting back to the flood of comments. His smirk faltered. Wait. His mind spun as he watched the chat explode into shock and confusion. Oh no.

"Wait—what did I just...?" He stared wide-eyed at his phone, realization hitting like a freight train.

And just like that, the door to his room swung open with a bang. There you were, breathless, your face with a face mask one without hidding your happy face. “Sunghoon! What did you just say?!"

He froze, cheeks flushing crimson as the full weight of his mistake settled in. He had ruined the surprise.

[SUNOO'S IS LIVE]

Sunoo sat cross-legged in his room, the soft golden glow of fairy lights behind him adding to the cozy aesthetic of his live. His signature bright smile lit up the screen as he skimmed through the comments, casually chatting with fans. It was a typical Sunoo moment—full of laughter, a little teasing, and that effortless charm.

He paused, squinting slightly at a comment that caught his attention. His expression softened, a fond smile creeping onto his lips.

“‘Who's the best at taking care of everyone?’” Sunoo read aloud, repeating the question from the chat. His head tilted, as if he was thinking, but really, he already knew the answer. "Oh, that’s easy."

He glanced up at the screen, eyes twinkling. “It’s Jungwon, no question. He’s always making sure we’re okay, but mostly—” Sunoo stopped and grinned wider, that teasing glint appearing in his eyes. “Mostly Y/N. It’s kind of cute how much he fusses over them.”

The chat exploded with excitement, heart emojis and playful reactions flooding in.

“I mean, you guys don’t even know,” Sunoo continued, a little laugh slipping out. “He’s always asking if Y/N’s eaten, making sure they have a jacket when it’s cold, even if he doesn’t have one for himself.” His voice softened, genuine warmth lacing his words. “He just really cares, you know?”

Sunoo’s smile turned into a full-on smirk as he leaned in closer to the screen, whispering like it was a secret between him and his viewers. “Honestly, sometimes I think he forgets about the rest of us when Y/N’s around. It’s adorable, though, you should see it.”

The chat filled with comments about Jungwon and Y/N, and Sunoo laughed, clapping his hands together. “But really, we’re all super lucky to have him. Y/N especially.”

[ENHYPEN'S SEND-OFF]

The energy outside the concert venue was electric, buzzing with post-show adrenaline as fans lined up for their brief but cherished moments with Enhypen during the send-off. Jake was at the front of the line, his eyes warm and his smile easy as he signed photocards, making small talk with each fan who came up.

As the next fan approached, clutching a photocard, Jake’s eyes crinkled in a smile. “Hey! Did you enjoy the show?” he asked, his voice still slightly hoarse from the performance but full of energy.

The fan nodded quickly, eyes wide with excitement, and then in a rush, asked, “Can we do a fast Q&A while you sign?”

Jake chuckled, leaning in closer to make sure he could hear. “Alright, rapid-fire. Let’s go!”

“Favorite song to perform live?”

Jake didn’t hesitate. “'Criminal Love,' for sure. The energy’s insane every time.”

The fan grinned, throwing out the next question. “Who’s the funniest member?”

“Sunghoon,” Jake replied instantly, laughing at the thought. “His jokes are underrated.”

The fan’s excitement grew, and the next question came even faster. “Who takes the longest to get ready?”

Jake pretended to think hard. “Hmm, probably Sunoo. He likes everything to be perfect.”

They both laughed, and as Jake finished signing the photocard, the fan asked the final question: “Last one! Who would sacrifice their life for another member?”

Jake froze for just a second, the question taking him off guard, but his smile returned quickly. His gaze softened as he thought about it, then he gave a small, knowing smirk. “Jungwon,” he said, his tone more serious but full of pride. “He’d sacrifice himself for all of us… especially for Y/N.”

The fan blinked, processing his words, and Jake’s smirk turned into a soft laugh, his eyes glinting mischievously. “Yeah,” he added, handing back the signed photocard. “Jungwon’s that kind of leader.”

The fan’s eyes widened, and as they stepped away, the buzz from Jake’s answer lingered in the air, fueling the excitement of the send-off as the line moved forward.

[ENHYPEN'S FANSIGN]

Jungwon’s smile remained warm and genuine as he greeted each fan. When the next fan stepped up, holding out their album for him to sign, they hesitated for just a moment before speaking.

“Jungwon, can I ask you something?” they asked, their voice a mix of nerves and excitement.

Jungwon looked up from signing, his expression soft and encouraging. “Of course! What’s up?”

The fan bit their lip, clearly a little shy, but finally asked, “Is it true that Y/N is your favorite? I mean... people always say you take care of her more than the others.”

Jungwon paused for a moment, his smile deepening into something more thoughtful. He glanced down at the album, chuckling softly. “Yeah, I hear that a lot,” he admitted, his voice light but sincere.

He looked up, meeting the fan’s eyes, and the warmth in his gaze was undeniable. “But honestly? Y/N is like the younger sister I never had,” he said softly, his tone full of affection. “I mean, I care about all the members, but with Y/N... I just feel this responsibility, you know?”

The fan nodded, hanging on his every word as Jungwon continued. “She’s always working so hard, but sometimes I feel like she doesn’t take care of herself as much as she should. So, I just—" He paused, his smile turning a bit sheepish. "I try to look out for her in ways that maybe she doesn’t even realize.”

The fan’s eyes softened, touched by his words, and Jungwon’s expression brightened a little more as he added, “It’s not about favoritism. It’s more like... wanting to make sure she’s okay, like any big brother would. I’d do the same for anyone I cared about, but with her, it’s different. She’s family, I hope ENGENE is not jelaous about her.”

He handed back the signed album, a warm smile still on his face. “I guess I’m just protective, but in the best way. I’m really lucky to have her around.”

The fan smiled back, touched by the sincerity in his voice. As they stepped away, they couldn’t help but feel the pure, wholesome bond that Jungwon shared with you—a kind of sibling-like love that went beyond just friendship.

↷ 𝚑𝚘𝚕𝚕𝚢'𝚜 note: I've been waiting for a person to actually do an female 8th memeber request because I've wanted to try it for so long, ty anon and hope this is what you wanted <3 🦋

[itsfuckinganne]

2’s is about guidance, reassurance, and lots of given faith that everythingggggg always works out.

I sat in the sun today and reflected on things that have changed recently. It is weird to feel myself grow out of the old, into the new. It is weird to watch people grow in their own speed. It is weird to see everything you’ve worked towards come into fruition. It is weird to, at least to me, to live in silent chaos. The silent chaos has been the biggest for me. Everything feels so OVERWHELMING. Like you have been given cards to deal with while having to still live through the motions of life. It’s so INSANE.

Silent chaos aka “hey, you’re growing up, it feels like everything is crashing down onto you but you will not be given anything you can’t handle”. Thoughts are always on 10, not finding energy to do things you want, and the chaos of wanting to do ten things at once but it’s nearly impossible. I was trying to suppress how this burn out feels but after having a talk with my love, my person, my boy, he shows true strength in how he carries himself. At one point, I was able to do the same, but somehow, my vulnerability has changed and I’ve poured out a little too much.

Vaughn has grounded me in ways my own grounding could never succeed in doing. Everything he does; for himself, for us, for his family shows so much of his love and how genuine this love is. Although we are in the same boat, he holds himself so well that sometimes, I wonder if he ever pours out. I mean, everyone pours a little, but he pushes through anything. He always tells me to ‘roll with the punches’ and I’ve been trying and I just got overwhelmed but after sitting under the sun and writing out my thoughts, I feel much lighter and grounded per say. He grounds me the same way, especially in moments that makes me question my place in this life. He has this charisma and confidence, even in slopes, that lights up every room. To say the least, I am grateful to be in that light and to be able to experience it.

We’ve been together for quite some time. We really have been together for about 7 months and I’m overjoyed with how we have grown together, and separately. My closest friends know that I have tried to look and have taken some time away from anything romantic for a while, but I more than lucky to be with this beautiful soul. I have come close to accepting that I am more than capable of creating my life by myself, but I cannot imagine doing that anymore. All I do is dream about how all the sacrifices we have made, decisions made, and things we have planned will be right in front of us in no time. I’m at a loss of words, even in the heaviest of days, that I am starting life with the most loving, unforgettable, and soft soul I have ever met. For a very longtime, I didn’t want to be with anyone because I carry so much with me. Some people carry a lot, some people carry little. Even if it was little, it still feels a lot, but he has never made me feel little. My heart longs for him, it sings, it yells. At the top of its lungs, wanting him home and breathing the same air. This is the love that heals, that grows, that cries. This is what every person tries to find and it always fails because you don’t need to look for something that’ll just come to you.

I am so in love with him that it is overwhelming sometimes. Like, I just want to be sharing the silence with him while I’m in his arms. All the time. There is never enough time with this boy.

A lifetime, and the next. And the one after that.

I hope my loved ones stay loved, blessed, and protected. Trust the chaos, and learn to let yourself love and be loved.

My love for you grows within every moment I spend with you.

The love letter,

From, lovey

To, bear

[strykingback]

EVENT: Rescue Mission Post-Finale- Rebirth Unto Life.

OST: The Reaper's Return

Throughout the darkness Zek was walking trudging his way through it his breathing labored from the fight he was in against Nero, while there was nothing but darkness in front of his unscathed eye, his other eye still blinded from the brutal injury he took and no arm still present... yet, there was finally a light right in front of him making his way towards it.

Which when he finally walked through the warm and welcoming light, he saw his old village in the brightest of ways. Untouched and not destroyed as it was last time. "Zek my boy? Is that you?" A familiar voice said sounding gruff but gentle at the same time, causing the sniper to turn around to see the man who molded him in what he is today. Odin Simo....

"M-Master?" Zek said with his voice trembling a bit, with the old man walking towards him and placing his hands and shoulders. "Look how tall you have grown!.... And your injuries.... I take those were recent?" Odin said proudly with Zek nodding. "I saw everything..... well done!" The old sniper continued.

"Zek...is that-?" A female voice spoke with Zek turning around looking at a woman whose skin was caramel in color walking up to him her hands trembling which he would hug him tightly softly sobbing. "My little wonder....." She would sob.

"He is.... thats why you did a great job training him and all I needed to do was to refine it." Odin said pushing Zeks head up to see his eye healed up and his arm that was once gone now returned. "I have come to be with you all....." Zek said however his other mother and Odin looked at Zek with a pained look on their faces.

"Not right now, my boy." Odin said.

"B-but why?... I died!" Zek asked.

"Not quite.... you are near death.... but its not your time yet to be with us. Because..." Zek's other mother spoke pointing to a white door... opening up hearing the soft sniffles and tears of Atya....

"They need you more than you need us." Odin spoke placing a gentle hand against Zek's cheek as tears rolled down his eyes. "It's okay..... we'll be here waiting for not just you, but Atya as well." Ze's other mother said gently turning Zek around and gently pushing him forward towards the door... walking through..... it

With Zek's eyes opening up with as he looked around noticing that his other eye had returned along with his arm that was missing. Noticing Atya was holding his hand sobbing softly. "Ийэ (Mother)? My head hurts...." Zek would speak weakly catching his mothers attention who quickly hugged her son crying happily with joy. "MY SON!!! MY BABY!!!!" She shouted with glee as Eros and Leonidas rushed in. "Theres the hero of the hour!!!" Eros said with himself in a crutch hobbling over with Leonidas whose arm was on a sling.

"Good to see you're alive." Leonidas said happily.

"What happened... how long was I?"

"Three weeks mate. You almost died.... but it was after we had to do something crazy.... and your mother here suggested it." Eros said which he looked at his mother who was still hugging her son tightly.

"We had to inject Project Immortalis in you, as there was no stabilizers to keep you stable. However what shocked me the most was that despite losing an eye and an arm it was able to regenerate... I can say that Immortalis which contained fusion energy was able to counteract against the fusion poisoning inside you thus turning it from a negative thing to a positive thing albeit for a one time use only." Merlinda said.

"Well.... I am here so thats good. And Guangxian?" Zek asked.

"Alive and well he was discharged last week along with Ace."

"Good....I guess... I need some rest for a bit..." Zek would say closing his eyes with a smile. ...

Two Weeks Later...

OST: New Hope.

"This is Vale News Network with Lisa Lavender!!!" The News Announcer said with Lisa Lavender looking at the camera. "What seemed to be an unauthorized assault by Brumel turned out to be an attack with higher implications towards the privately owned military company Solitas Liberation LLC. As it was exposed for human and faunus rights violations through forceful and unlawful evictions of entire villages around the kingdom of Atlas. However, throughout this assault a mystery was solved as many villagers captured by the PMC would be set free by the strike force sent in by Brumel. While this did lead to some criticism by the Atlesian Government due to the new base being within the Atlesian archipelago... however, as King Rodrigues said in an interview that this was something they could not ignore. Thus talks have begun about the future of the Solitas Liberation and the remaining board members which a few have stepped forward to speak out against the company while others had since scrambled around. In other news, Colonel Caroline Cordovin was arrested after a-" Lisa would say before being muted by Eros through the remote.

"Agh, all the hard work and still Atlas wants to bitch about how we did our job." Eros said with Leonidas reading a fashion magazine. "Well, how can you blame'em. It was unauthorized.... not to mention it needed to be done.....we were just the final nail in the coffin." The bull faunus said taking a sip of his coffee.

"However, how can you say it..... we did our best even though Zek and you two got the lions share a week ago." He said typing on his computer before a ringing sound was heard, on Eros' end.

"Aye. That has to be him!" Eros said picking up the call revealing Krieg and Hermes. "Ey there lads! So hows everything looking!" Eros said with a bit of tension while Leonidas and Guangxian walked over.

"We have been approved! The faunus and human brains that were harvested by that damnable PMC would be placed into cyborg bodies where they can receive proper training for jobs and even a staffing firm! Albeit we may have to keep them in VR as we build their bodies from the ground up However it is perfect enough!" Krieg said with Eros, Leonidas and Guangxian smiling.

"Good work mate!"

"As for everything else, I'll be sure to monitor them with my light magic and in case if any damage comes to them... I'll be sure to heal them up right away... after all keeping the brains stable enough for them to go into their new bodies is easy enough. " Hermes said.

"Oi! That reminds me... how about Zek? Is he enjoying the new location of his peoples village?"

"Well... I do believe he is more than just enjoying it." Krieg said with a little smile.

Location: New Forde Village, Aglaia Forest, Brumel.

The village was sprawling with people walking around setting things back up with Zek looking around as he entered the Sunna household. "Ийэ! Where you do you want me to put the rest of your new bowls?!" Zek asked, with his mother looking at him with a smile. "Oh put it on the counter honey, I'll put it back when I start cooking dinnner." She said with Zek doing as she commanded.

"I didnt think my own King would offer a village to you all.... I guess when he heard about you he wanted ensure that everyone from Forde and Bragi village was given a chance to live a peaceful life again." Zek said.

"I know. but.. you have to see things in a brighter way Zek." Atya said walking up to Zek.

"There are those who had sins follow them to the now... rather than the later." She said, with Krieg giving a lecture about Fusion Energy in a class.

"Those who had to suffer from evil men like Nero who had done wrong to many others." Showing Eros, Leonidas, and Ace walking down a hallway together and the three of them smiling as they were getting ready for a mission.

"Sometimes even the past can tell a story...." she continued, as Hermes stood on the roof of his Apartment looking down at the rest of the city quietly as he took a deep breath in and out. Smiling with joy...

"Now the future is yours to decide Zek.....our future has been secured. Its what you want to do with it now. Because to me and everyone else....."

"You are our Hero...."

[MISSION: RESCUE AND END THE SOLITAS LIBERATION PMC]

[COMPLETE]

[stormy333]

Personality Reality?

“I pulled out all of my skeletons, crowned them, and planted roses at their feet. Now my enemies have nothing to use to threaten me.” - B. Vigil

Hello and welcome back to another SBC2K21! How are you? So, today we’ll be discussing personality traits! I’m just going to say this right now; this might shock some, but it also might not. Who knows? Anyways let's dive in?

As I mentioned above tonight's prompt goes on about personality traits, now I suppose I could do a survey and see what people think my personality is and what traits I have BUT this whole prompt challenge is (granted from 2016) based on journaling prompts. With my own twist for our realm of course! Which brings me to the quote at the start of the post. I wanted to try to sum up my personality with a quote (shocked are we that it isn’t a Swift quote? I know me to!) honestly there are so many quotes that could sum up my personality but this one in particular I feel does the best job and as I explain my traits you might be confused but just remember you are your own worst enemy and your greatest mate. Now to my personality.

So, to start I am the kind of person that um I guess you could say I code switch? Like it’s not me being fake it's me being more of that part of myself than I typically would be. I have a girly side, a tomboy, a country girl, a mad woman (mad like insane), a nerdy book worm, and maternal. See all of these run together and make me who I am. I don’t and have never defined myself as a girly girl or tom boy or anything specific and still don’t. I am all of these. I have a strong but also passive personality. I don’t like conflict; I avoid that shit at all costs. But if you’ve been made one of mine and someone try's anything BET there's about to be a problem.

I am also very loud or very quiet depending on four factors. (1) Who I am with (2) How comfortable I am with said person(s) (3) My mood (4) If I feel wanted or not. Well, I guess five actually because it also depends on what we are talking about.

I tend to be strong willed as well if it comes to something I'm passionate about but being someone who doesn’t like conflict if someone pushes enough, I give in because it’s safer (not really but this is how my brain works). A hopeless romantic type who believes in fairytales and true love and all that BS. I don’t know if that counts as a trait or not? Loyal to a deadly extent by all means. I would rather joke about my fuck ups and have them out in the open and there for everyone to see (See how the quote fits?) than hide them and let someone eventually find them and use them against me. I had secrets for years, from myself, from family, not to mention the secrets that tore family and friends apart. Secrets and lies and to me they're the same thing. Nope not happening. No lies. No secrets. Not anymore. 

I don’t have a filter. I do censor myself because I’m one of those people that hates hurting others even the slightest bit (so I'd rather poison myself, right?) I don’t just censor to protect I censor to respect as well though. Censoring myself takes a lot of energy though. So lately I've just thrown that out the window. 

I get a roller coaster of emotions very easily. Typically, I am decent at suppressing it until I'm alone but in general if I get “mad” I freak out and cuss and throw things. Same reaction when I am sad. I’m one of those ones that as long as I’m expressing it it’ll be alright, but the real problem is when I drop off the face of the earth and go through all the phases of grief at once (that’s what it looks like) and begin pouring my soul into writing and cleaning.

I try to be the only one who can hurt myself. Once everyone sees that I am my own worst enemy but still am crowned queen then how can they do any damage? Hopefully this made sense to you all because I know my brain can be confusing af sometimes!

Anyways as always leave a like and a comment if you would like more prompted posts and don’t forget to join us this Friday at 7pm for another SBC2K21!

With Love

Hailey