#ohh what a shame it would be if five had to talk to people in order to get his lunch break cup of coffee

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the commission had to get him to mingle with others somehow during his reintroduction to society, could they be blamed if they bought extremely high end coffee shit and put it in the break room?

i stared at my profile pic a little too long and started thinking about how five even developed such a refined coffee palate. was he rummaging through the ruins of cafes in the apocalypse? did he get coffee after his jobs with the commission? (killing someone and then sampling the local roast.........) i welcome community thoughts on this one.

[lokisprettygirl]

Lose me to Love you (Loki x Female Reader) (AU) (18+)

Read Chapter 25 here / Series Masterlist

Chapter 26

Summary: Loki gives you what you have craved since forever. You give him something in return as well.

Trigger Warning: 18+, Smutty smut, loss of virginity, unprotected sex, Description of rape and assault, panic attack, violence against women, Extreme dark themes, Sexual abuse, physical abuse, public sex, Rough violent sex, 18+, Steamy stuff, age difference ,Rough language, mention of suicide, talk of virginity and slut shaming, manipulative behaviour, mention of trauma, smut, toxic relationship between main characters. Dark themes, cult stuff

"Fucking cum inside me loki" His wife moaned underneath him at the same time as his orgasm washed over him. Once the sensations died down, he pulled out of her and he seemed lost so she clicked her fingers over his face.

"You alright baby?" she asked him softly and he grabbed her hand to place them on his chest,

"Hurt me " he asked her so she groaned as she sat up.

"Not this again Loki, can we just cuddle now please?" She asked him and he looked down, he felt ashamed.

"Just a little, just make me feel pain, I won't ask for anything else" he mumbled as he cupped her cheeks but she swatted his hands away as if she was disgusted by his mere touch. He didn't blame her, he was disgusted by himself too.

"I'm going to sleep in the other room" she tried to get off the bed so he grabbed her hand,

"No I'm sorry, don't go, i just—" she glared at him,

"You just what Loki? Do you ever stop and think about me?" His eyes welled up as she said that. He didn't want to hurt her but no matter how much he tried he fucked it up over and over again. He drove her away from him further and further.

"He just keeps talking..he won't shut up he keeps talking .. don't leave me alone" he tried to stop her but she snatched her hand away to sleep in the other room, sometimes he made no sense to her and he didn't blame her at all.

He was the only one to blame for this monstrosity.

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"I need two toothbrushes, one big towel, and a bar of soap that's not made from pig's fat" you said to Thor so he crossed his arms, he was having a can of beer first thing in the morning. Who does that?

"You'd share a towel with him but not a toothbrush?" He snickered

"Sharing towel is sexy"

"Norns you're obsessed with him aren't you?"

"What gave it away?" You crossed your arms and he chuckled. Loki was still asleep for once, he hardly ever drank so much on his own, only when he was in someone's company. You didn't want to disturb his sleep so you got out of bed and tried to arrange a few things. You wanted to shower before you two leave for home. Thor got up and looked around for the things you had asked him for. It felt nice to have people around that wasn't his mother or his one night stands. He indeed had two spare towels as well so he gave them both to you.

"How come we have cell reception in the freaking nowhere? I have gotten a million of calls since last night"

"I don't really know starling..but happy birthday. Are you legal now for him to fuck you yet?" Thor asked you and you glared at him again.

"I have been legal for five years now.. he's an angel you see" you answered him

"I do admire his self control, I don't think I'd be able to do the same if I had you" he mumbled as he looked you up and down so you walked towards him angrily.

"Did you just flirt with your sister? That's gross, by the way if Loki trusts you enough to bring me back here then I do too and that makes me feel that you would have done exactly what he did in this situation, unless of course your psycho mother would have interfered"

"Heyyy show some respect for your future mother in law. She's not psycho, just delusional" your face felt warm at the first remark and then you felt angry.

"She's a criminal and you should accept that" Thor chuckled at your rattled state. The chuckling and snickering truly ran into the genes.

"Ohh lookie.. the sleeping beauty has awakened" You looked behind and found Loki standing at the end of the corridor, leaning himself against the wall, he looked adorable with his hair all poofed up so you walked towards him and got on your tiptoes to wrap your arms around his neck.

"Why weren't you in the bed?" He asked you as he held you by the waist as tightly as he could.

"I woke up early" you pulled away a little to look at him, his eyebrows were scrunched, he seemed hungover.

"I have a headache" he kissed your forehead so you smiled. Adorable was the only word you wanted to use for him at the moment. You grabbed his hand and walked him towards the couch to make him sit down. Thor was probably going to make an insulting comment but you glared at him, he seemed a little vulnerable and the last thing you wanted was for someone to take that away from him.

"Do you have Aspirin?" You asked him so he rolled his eyes before he went to the kitchenette, he brought a glass of water and the pill to give it to Loki which he ingested immediately.

"I got you a toothbrush and here's the towel, you shower first okay, you'll feel better" you smiled but it faded as soon as you heard his irritated response.

"Don't try to be my mother y/n" he mumbled as he rubbed his forehead with his fingers.

"Sorry I'll go get ready to leave" you mumbled meekly as you turned around and disappeared into the room.

"Why would you say that to her?" Thor asked him as he sat down on a chair next to him.

"Because I'm a fucking monster and that's what I do" Loki yelled at him so Thor smiled.

"Take a shower, cool down and go wipe your lady's tears, she cares about you Loki, I'd kill for someone to just do that" Loki's eyes teared up as Thor said that. Why did he have to hurt you? He didn't want to hurt you today, not today, not on your birthday, as soon as the thought entered his mind he realized that he shouldn't be not hurting you at all, not just on your birthday but all of the days.

After showering he went to the room with the roof window and found you putting the same clothes on as you had before. You smiled as you looked at him, he had borrowed a fresh pair of shirt from Thor, it was flannel and he looked cute in it, he gestured with his fingers for you to come to him so you walked towards him, he noticed the sad look in your eyes and it rendered his heart.

"Happy birthday darling" he mumbled softly so you hugged him.

"Thank you, I have gotten plenty of calls, I don't understand how we even have the reception here–" he pressed his thumb on your lips to stop you from blabbing which he figured was your way of trying to hide the hurt you were feeling at the moment.

"I'm sorry, i know it's getting exhausting at this point since I'm not really learning anything but if I could just show you my heart and how hurt I feel that I snapped at you like that out there then I would" he mumbled softly.

"Loki it's okay.."

"It's not okay..it's not. Stop saying that it's okay because it's not sweetheart" your eyes teared up as he said that. He was trying so hard, he was doing his best, he was trying to not hurt you and you knew that.

"Like I said I'm yours to hurt Loki, it's okay that you hurt me sometimes when you're not feeling your best, all i know is that you don't hurt me on purpose and it's not going to ruin anything between us, it won't make me love you any less either" he kissed you as you finished your sentence, his palms went under your hips so you jumped into his arms and he picked you up immediately to press you against the door.

"I'm sorry my sweet little girl, you're the most perfect girl out there you know that? Just the best" you smiled as he mumbled softly, his words were lathered with sugar and they made your heart skip several beats.

"Am I your favorite?" You giggled so he smiled.

"You're my only one" you placed your head against the door as he sucked on your neck before leaving a trail of wet kisses down from your jawline to your clavicle. Your stomach rumbled so he looked at you "Just had a stupid sandwich last night huh?" He kissed your cheek so you nodded "I'm going to feed you baby..you want to be fed right? Mac n cheese?" He asked you softly and you felt a tingling sensation all over, you didn't think you'd survive him being so soft with you today.

"Yes please daddy" He didn't put you down, he walked you to the living space just like that and luckily Thor wasn't there, not that he cared in the moment. He made you sit down on the couch and kissed you again.

"Stay here my little girl, I'll make it for you" you cupped his cheeks to kiss him passionately but then you heard Thor whistling again and that made you groan.

"Fed the witch, wouldn't want her to die from starvation, that would be an easy way out" He chuckled so Loki sighed. Well he can think about Natasha tomorrow, for now he just wanted to focus on you.

"Do you have macaroni and cheese? If not, go get it for me alright? And I don't want the prepackaged ones, get macaroni and cheese separately, some herb mix too" Thor looked at him confused as Loki stepped into the kitchenette and started to rummage through his fridge. He had almost forgotten how bossy his brother used to be sometimes.

"Are you turning four today?" Thor asked you but Loki answered him instead

"Can you just get me the stuff?"

"Cheese is in the freezer, I don't have macaroons slash macrons .. would pasta work?" Loki rolled his eyes at him and looked at you for confirmation so you put both of your thumbs up.

"The queen agrees ayee" Thor quipped. You shook your head in disbelief and Loki smiled as he looked at you. You saw them arguing back and forth while he cooked but it wasn't a mean spirited argument, more like a brotherly banter. You couldn't help but click so many pictures of him on your phone, for once he didn't seem troubled or seemed as if he was lost in his head . He brought a fork full of pasta for you to taste so you opened your mouth and took the bite.

"Yummmmmy daddy"

"Yeah? Don't need any more seasoning?" His brows scrunched so you shook your head.

"It's perfect" he smiled and served the pasta in three bowls. For a moment you forgot that there was a woman tied up a few feet away from you all. Well you Almost forgot.

"I'll come tomorrow" Loki said to Thor so he nodded.

"See you tomorrow Little starling" you gave him tight lipped smile as he said that.

He finally drove you back home and you answered all the messages and calls you had received because of your birthday, they were mostly from the people you had worked with, Peter had put up an insta story with you and a few people wondered if you were his girlfriend.

Steve also called to wish you and asked you where you have been as you both weren't in the apartment all night so you made an excuse that Loki took you somewhere for a surprise celebration. You weren't sure if he believed it or not. You also wanted to go to a salone to get your itsie bitsies waxed smooth so he took you there. The receptionist couldn't stop staring, he did look fuckable like always.

"I'll be back soon" you said to him so he nodded and sat down. To avoid the constant gaze of the receptionist he took out his phone and scrolled through YouTube videos. Puppies did make him feel better.

You took a deep breath as you laid down on the table, you haven't been to this place before and it always hurt to get this done but you wanted to feel your sexiest Tonight.

"Getting married hon?" The technician asked you and it made you feel flushed, you didn't think you'd ever see a day where he'd marry you but then you didn't need it either, whatever you had with him was more than enough.

"Nooo I'm just losing my virginity" she looked at you and smiled

"To that hunk out there?" She asked you and you giggled.

"Yepppp" she gasped at the knowledge.

"Lucky you..You go girl" she made you feel at ease and you couldn't have been more grateful. Once you were done he took you back home, this time you both showered together.

In the evening you got dolled up, you took your time as you wanted to look perfect, you wanted to celebrate just the two of you so that's exactly what he was going to give you. Whatever you'd ask for he'd give it to you tonight. He didn't really need as much time as you to get ready so he baked a homemade cake first, then he put on a black shirt with a formal pant, he got it made a few years ago for an event he had to attend with Jolene. He put the coat on too but it felt too much so he took it off.

He dimmed the light in the living room. He wanted to do what normal people do in terms of decoration but the candle lights always freaked him out and they triggered you as well so he didn't want to do anything to upset you or ruin his mood tonight. When you finally stepped out of your room his eyes widened at the sight of you. You were a vision to behold.

You adorned an emerald green bodycon dress that went past your thighs, also paired it with stilletos to finish the look. You looked sexier than his imagination and he felt utterly blessed. He walked towards you and put his hand out so you placed yours on his, then he pulled you closer to kiss you. The heels managed the height difference, it actually felt amazing to be able to kiss him like that.

"You're beautiful my darling, so sexy" you smiled as he complimented you.

"You like the dress?"

"I love it"

"You look super sexy too, I want to take back what I said yesterday, you're the sexiest man to ever grace this universe..not just this planet" he chuckled as you said that. The slicked back hair made him look older and you fancied that alot. You always fancied the age difference, you didn't think you'd have cared if he was 40 even or 50.

"I didn't know what song to play..i uhhh–" he picked up his phone from the kitchen table and scrolled through the app to find a romantic song but you grabbed it from him and turned it off, his nervousness seemed adorable but you didn't want him to sweat. Not just yet.

You placed his phone down and grabbed yours instead.

"I have a song for us, want to listen ?"

"Whatever you need baby" he answered so you smiled "This song is how I feel about you" you connected your phone to the speaker.

He was expecting a soft sensuous romantic song filled with poetic words and what nots but he was surprised as he heard the drumroll from Rick Astley's "Never gonna give you up"

We're no strangers to love

You know the rules and so do I

A full commitment's what I'm thinking of

You wouldn't get this from any other guy

He walked around you as you started to lip sync and move to the beat of the song.

I just wanna tell you how I'm feeling

Gotta make you understand

Never gonna give you up

Never gonna let you down

Never gonna run around and desert you

Never gonna make you cry

Never gonna say goodbye

Never gonna tell a lie and hurt you

He grabbed your hand and he couldn't stop smiling at your crazy dance moves you just knew how to melt his cold frozen heart. The lyrics did feel romantic though.

We've known each other for so long

Your heart's been aching, but you're too shy to say it (say it)

You twisted your legs side to side and went down quickly before you popped up again and grabbed his cheeks to kiss him for a moment.

"Come on dance with me" he shook his head as you said that so you gave him the puppy eyes,

Inside, we both know what's been going on

We know the game and we're gonna play it

And if you ask me how I'm feeling

Don't tell me you're too blind to see

"Okay okay birthday girl..fine"

He pulled you closer as his hips moved side to side so you followed his rhythm.

Never gonna give you up

Never gonna let you down

Never gonna run around and desert you

You giggled as he spun you around before he dipped you in his arms. This was already turning into the the best birthday ever.

......

At the LAPD department Steve's phone rang so he picked it up immediately.

"Sent you the picture, a man was caught in the boulevard's target store security cam, the cashier said he bought a bunch of suspicious things that made no sense altogether" Steve looked at the picture immediately and his eyes widened. It was definitely Odin. He looked different but he'd recognise that monster in any shape or form.

He called Loki right after that but he got no response as his cellphone was turned off.

........

You jumped around with him like a child, the heels had to go for that and you didn't really care much, the song ended so you played it again because you weren't done just yet, mostly because he seemed happy too, for the second time in one day he didn't seem lost and your heart fluttered at the sight of his happy face.

"Never gonna make you cry, never gonna say goodbye" you screamed the lyrics at him, making him laugh in response. As the song ended he sat down on the couch with you on top of him, your mouth didn't leave his even for a fraction of second, he was more than eager to ruin the effort you had put into your makeup tonight, he wanted to tell you that you didn't really need it but the idea of messing that face up aroused him beyond belief. He stood up and took you to his bedroom, your fingers worked the buttons of his shirt on the way, you wanted him all naked on top of your naked body tonight.

You have suffered enough, he has deprived you enough.

As he put you down on the bed, he took a step back and admired the view but then his intrusive thoughts interfered. There was still a chance, he could still keep you protected from his filthy touch, there was still time for him to allow you to get out of his fucked up life, a part of him told him that he wasn't what you needed even though you were everything he needed.

The monster inside him that he hated so much told him that you deserved someone who won't make you cry all the time, who won't treat you good just on a special day, maybe there were good men out there who deserved to take this from you more than he did .

You propped yourself on your elbows as you found him lost in his head again and as soon as you saw his teary eyes you got up to crawl to the edge of the bed.

"Come here" you put your hand out to grab his and he flinched. That's how you knew that he was thinking again, thinking awful things about his precious self.

Your heart clenched at the sight of him because he seemed so happy just a few moments ago "Come here baby please" his eyes welled up even more as the pet name rolled from of your lips. He's not a baby, he could never be, he doesn't deserve your softness. He placed his hand on yours so you pulled him closer and got on your knees to match his height "Tell me what's bothering you?" You asked him and as your fingers caressed through his cheek he couldn't stop himself from leaning into the touch.

"Nothing I just.. it's your first time..I just want to make it good for you" a small smile flashed on your features and you kissed him softly.

"It's your first time too lolo" he seemed perplexed as you said that "It's our first time as well, I want to make it good for us too"

He has never felt this way before, he made love to Jolene a few times but it wasn't like this, he didn't feel this vulnerable, his lovemaking always held a touch of roughness. He was afraid that the voices in his head would ruin things between you and him as well.

"That's not bothering you is it? It's something else isn't it?" You asked him so he nodded before he placed his head down on your shoulder.

"I don't want to ruin you, don't want to taint you, we cross this line and you'll be stuck with me forever..it's this thing..this physical thing of me taking your body like that.. something that you have craved for so long..you'd be bonded to me. I'll never let you go, I'd keep you by my side forever because you'll be mine to do so. Do you really want me to be the only man you'd ever get to fuck?" He looked at you so you wiped the tears that slipped past his cheek.

"You're the only man for me Loki, you have always been it for me, i could never even think about anyone else, since I understood what sex meant my body knew who it needed, my thoughts and fantasies were only fueled by one man and that's you Loki. So tell me do you think I would ever want this with anyone else?" He cupped your cheeks and kissed you roughly as soon as you finished your words. You moaned in his mouth as his tongue played with yours

"Take me however you please, I'd love it and beg for more daddy, please don't make me suffer anymore" you whispered in his ear so he pulled the zipper of your dress down, the straps loosened so you took the opportunity to slip it past your shoulders. His mouth opened as he looked at your bare breasts. He grabbed the hem of your dress and pulled it up your arms, leaving you just in your underwear.

You pulled the shirt out from his pants and unbuttoned all the way down,the pale ripped torso made your mouth salivate so you lowered down and licked him up from his navel to his sternum in one quick swipe. You wanted to mark that gorgeous satin skin but not in a way that would hurt him.

"Stop thinking Loki..I'm all yours to have, to fuck, to hurt, whatever you want to do with me–"

"I don't want to hurt you darling. I'm sorry that i can't stop doing it but I really don't want to hurt you" he mumbled as he pressed his forefingers over your drenched clothed heat, you let out a gasp as his fingers rubbed back and forth.

"And it's okay, i enjoy the pain you give me because I know you'd come back to me to ease the ache–"

"Shhhh don't say that darling it's not healthy–"

"It doesn't matter to me..I'd let you do anything to me" you whimpered as he took your panties down your legs, you laid down on the bed and pulled him on top of yourself. He unbuttoned his pants hurriedly and in a flash he was all naked on top of you. This was your dream, you have had dreams like this since you were 13.

He sat up with his knees on the either side of your thighs, his cock rubbed over your dripping wet lips. The bedsheet crumbled into your fist as he continued to tease you mercilessly.

"You're beautiful..look at you, you were born to to be ridden by me"

You bit on your lips at his words.

"All yours daddy, fuck me please..need your cock inside me"

He leaned over you as you begged him, he held his cock with one hand to tease your clit with the tip while his other hand stroked your hair, you already seemed messed up and he hasn't even done anything just yet.

"Little baby, I won't stop now even if you'd ask me to" your walls clenched around the air as he said that. His thumb slipped into your mouth so you sucked on his digit, that's when he thrusted inside you in one quick motion, you bit on his thumb as the pain surged through you but you'd be lying if you said it wasn't the sweetest pain you have ever felt in your life.

"Gooosshhh daddy oh god!!" you whispered, your fingernails dug into his shoulders.

"Hurts?" He asked you. It did but the tenderness in his voice made it feel a little better.

"Just a little"

"There I am, inside you, that's what you wanted huh?" He murmured so you whined against him.

"Yesss daddy..pleasse"

He waited for the pain to fade away before he pulled out of you and then he thrusted in again.

"You're suffocating my cock little girl, so darn tight I love that" he snickered after his words so you cupped his cheeks and kissed him. The obscene sounds of his thrusts made you feel shy all of a sudden, you wished you could have watched his hips moving in and out of you, that shapely ass clenching with every hump. Maybe someday

"Gooddd dadddy I'm so filled"

"Gonna keep you like that my sweetheart, gonna keep you so filled every night from now on, day and night no matter where you are you'd crave my cock in your tight little cunt i promise you that" you moaned at the filth that came out of his mouth. He was so good at this you already knew, you have heard him having sex before, heard those women who couldn't stop themselves from screaming his name, now you knew why. The sensations began to build in the pit of your stomach as his cock brushed against that spot inside you.

So this is what girls talked about.

"Fuckkk daddy" you whimpered as he pulled out of you, the blood on his cock made him go feral, he lifted your legs up over your chest, and pressed his cock inside your freshly abused cunt. He loved the sounds you were making for him, because of him, those little whimpers would haunt him at night if somehow and for some reason he's not around to take your sweet body for his pleasure.

"Feels good sweetheart? Tell me that you're feeling good" he somehow managed to shove that monster aside and asked you, the concern was visible on his face so you smiled and placed his hands on your breasts.

"Best birthday gift ever" he smiled a little before his hips started to rock your body and your whole world again. He squeezed your breasts with his hands and that made you chant his name like a prayer, you felt so sensitive all over, this was the best thing that has ever happened to you.

"Take it baby, take my fucking cock my nasty little whore" Yes that's what you were, you were his whore and you wanted him to take you just like one. Everytime he got closer to his release he pulled out and you whined in desperation. You didn't think you'd survive this night if he continued this way.

He wrapped your legs around his waist and leaned over you again to fuck you slowly this time, grabbing his hair in a fist you held onto them as he thrusted back and forth, strings of curses continued to roll from his lips, the sweat dripped down from his body to yours and you felt saturated, your soul felt pleased, you knew you would happily spend your whole life this way, being fucked by this majestic man on top of you was nothing short of a blessing.

"Can I cum daddyyy pleasee daddyy please i love you" you whimpered again and it made him smile between his heavy breaths, he kissed you and kept his mouth against yours, your breaths fanned each other's faces and you felt alive in every sense.

"You will cum with me..you're taking me so well you know that?" He mumbled against your mouth and your eyes teared up as the intense pleasure threatened to combust you. He didn't want to torture you any longer,

"Cum sweetheart, need your little cunt to tighten around my cock" you exploded right on his command and at the same time you felt his cock filling you up with his cum.

"Goddd lokii oh my god ohy god..thank you..thank you daddy" you continued to mumble mindlessly as your body convulsed with the intensity of your orgasm, he placed his head between the crook of your neck as he rode through this combined euphoria, he had fucked alot of women in the past few years but nothing made him feel so overwhelmed as you did in that moment. Before his mind could wander you cupped his cheeks and kissed him deeply

"I love you Loki.. I love you.. please believe me I do" you mumbled between the kiss so he pulled away and looked at you.

"I do baby.. I do believe you" he didn't pull out for a while, he laid down next to you with his cock stilled in you somehow. None of you said anything for a few minutes, you just stared at him and he did the same but you finally broke the silence when you noticed that you were losing him again.

"What is it? Talk to me" his eyes welled up as you said that.

"Hurt her Loki, you know you want to" He sat up as he heard Odin's voice "You know she deserves it"

"No she doesn't" he mumbled and you looked at him confused.

"Ask her to hurt you, you need that don't you?"

The voice taunted him again so he placed his hands on his ears and nodded hastily just so he'd stop hearing them.

"Need to feel the pain to man up otherwise you know who you are right?" He pulled himself out of you and sat up and before he could run away you climbed on his lap.

"You're an impotent whiny little freak who can never please a woman the way she deserves"

You cupped his cheeks to make him look at you and that's when he started to cry.

"Talk to me I'm here" you said to him, your fingers caressed his scalp.

"He keeps talking..won't shut up, make him shut up.. please make him quiet" he sniffled as he looked down and you couldn't stop your own tears.

"I'm right here, you're here loki. But he's not here anymore and he won't hurt you. He was a lying abusive bastard who wanted to destroy someone as pure as you because he couldn't take it.. the light you carried with in you blinded him so he wanted to take it away from you"

"He was wrong?" He mumbled and you bit on your cheeks to stop the sobs that were threatening to make you choke. He needed you. Your lolo needed you at the moment.

"Listen to me now okay, I need you to stop listening to him and I need you to listen to me" he looked at you and tilted his head, he seemed out of his mind, you have never seen someone so broken in your life but you won't give up on him nor you would allow him to do that either. His arms wrapped around you and he placed his head down on your breasts. You kissed on his temple before you continued to whisper in his ears.

"That's it, just listen to my voice okay? I love you, you're loved baby, you're not weak, you're not unmanly for having feelings, for caring, for being a nice person, he was a monster but you??? You're a precious angel"

You mumbled softly and he sniffled, his hold only tightened around you as you ran your fingers over the scars on his back. You placed a soft kiss on his neck before you spoke again.

"You're so strong, so determined, so protective of me and you take care of me so good. You provide for me, you give me everything I could ever need, you're my man Loki, you had always been my man and you'd always be the only man I'd ever love, the only God I'd ever worship"

He put his head up and sniffled like a child again so you wiped his tears with your thumbs "I am?" He asked you so you nodded desperately

"I'd never lie to you"

"But I'm crying--" he mumbled under his breath so you kissed him again.

"Crying is not the sign of weakness lolo, it's the proof that you have a heart and that you feel so much, it's the strength that keeps us going" he burst into another fit of cry as he held onto you tightly.

"I love you" he mumbled softly so you pulled him away only to kiss him again, the kiss heated up pretty quickly, in a matter of few seconds you had his hard cock inside you again, it hurt a little and you felt sore but you both needed this.

"Daddy I don't know how to do this" you mumbled softly so he grabbed your hips in his large hands and gave it a squeeze.

"Just bounce on me baby, up and down" you followed his instructions and he moaned as you bounced on top of him slowly. He cried in your arms like a baby and you were still here making love to him, you didn't taunt him or berated him for ruining the precious night. Every other person that he met out there told him that he had saved your life, that he was the hero in this story, they didn't know that you were saving his life every freaking moment since you met him.

"That's it love, good girl, just like that" he praised you and you continued to hop on him until you both came again, it wasn't as explosive as the first one but it calmed his nerves, the voices in his head shut down and he could only feel you around him.

He laid your exhausted body down on the bed and kissed you before he got off the bed, he cleaned his cock before he came back with a soft wet warm cloth to clean you as well, you winced a little as he wiped your cunt thoroughly, you were definitely going to feel this tomorrow and you were going to love every second of it.

As he laid down, you snuggled into him as tightly as you could. The night went as beautifully as you had imagined, he allowed himself to be vulnerable with you, he didn't run away and he listened to you. You knew this won't fix all of those issues that he had but you also knew that he'd feel comfortable enough to come to you whenever Odin's voice would haunt him again.

And just like tonight you'd make him listen to your words until he'd start to believe in them.

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Whispers Underground read and review

Whispers Underground

Alright this is one of @temporaryyuri favorite books!

“I’d made the mistake of telling my mum what I did for a living” pg. 9 That was a mistake

Oh so Abigail is Peter’s cousin?

“She doesn't invite us in,” pg. 11 Oh threshold magic perhaps?

“Like me Abigail had inherited her hair from the “wrong” parent” pg. 12 Glad that’s in quotations presumably Peter is talking about inheriting hair from the black parent

“but her dad was determined that his child wasn’t going to embarrass him in public” pg. 12 That’s more a you problem than your child’s problem maybe look into why your child’s natural hair “embarrasses” you

“That all stopped when Abigail turned eleven and calmly announced that she had ChildLine  on speed dial and the next person who came near her with a hair extension, chemical straightener, or God forbid a hot comb was going to end up explaining their actions to Social Services.” pg. 12 Go Abigail!

“My mum, says that Abigail’s hair is a shameful scandal” pg. 12 It’s not a scandal

“Looks like wear and foxes maybe.” pg. 16 Ohh foxes!

“And you’re sure this is where it appeared?” I asked

“He appeared,” said Abigail “I keep telling you it’s a he” pg. 18 Yeah Peter respect the ghost's pronouns

“Because-“ Mackey said, and then he got hit by a ghost train.” pg. 23 Ahh

“Lesley’s only supposed to do so much magic per day.” pg. 27 Oh interesting

“Detective Inspector Thomas Nightingale is my boss, my governor, and my master-purely in the teacher-student teacher sense of the term you understand” pg. 27 Nightingale!

“visit Beverly Brooks” pg. 29 Beverly!

“Rising out of the lights was a three meter tall statue of Sherlock Holmes complete with a deerstalker and hash pipe” pg. 34 Wait really?

“The guy lying dead at the end of the platform three had once been handsome.” pg. 36 Bi Peter 9

“Like I said, probably handsome.” pg. 37 Bi Peter 10

“sat down and have what went wrong with the O.J. Simpson murder trial explained to them at great length. With PowerPoint slides.” pg. 43 Oh with PowerPoints how exciting

“Detective chief Inspector Seawoll” pg. 46 Seawoll!

“Oh bollocks,” said Seawoll. “He’s an American” pg. 49 Ha and the appropriate reaction to an American

“Sahra Guleed” pg. 54 Sahra! I like you

“I heard it gets cold in the desert,” said Carey. “You’d need a hat like that.”

Guleed and I exchanged looks, but what can you do?” pg. 56 Carey CAREY why????

“It was the sort of place gay cabinet ministers used to stash their boyfriends back when that sort of thing would have caused a scandal.” pg. 57 More than a scandal it used to be illegal

“Nine point five.”

“Nine point two,” said Guleed. He lost points for the dismount.” pg. 58 Ha

“How about a five minute head start to hide my stash?” he said finally

We surged forward as one.” pg. 59 Ha and what was the guy expecting?

“Are you in a relationship with Mr. Gallagher? asked Carley. “Civil partnerships, long-term committed … no?” pg. 60 At least they’re inclusive questioning

“He was obviously dressed these days by his life partner-probably a second younger model” pg. 72 Oh

“I barely knew four and a half spells and you couldn’t  have got me to give it up,” pg. 84 Yep

“However having ethnicity challenged magician” pg. 85 Ha and I love that they keep using this term

“You’re supposed to turn up on people’s doorstep’s, terrify them with the sheer majesty of your authority” pg. 87 Peter :/

“Curious, I thought, she’d rather let us in than tell us her second name.” pg. 89 Interesting

“You always expect people in wheelchairs to look wasted” pg. 90 Nooo? Do people think that? Am I the strange one for not thinking that? Anyone can be in a wheelchair for a variety of reasons

“I’ll either find a way or make one’

“This is Special Agent Kimberly Reynolds from the FBI” pg. 105 Oh I was told I would like you

“There was coffee; he was being reasonable and I was suspicious.” pg. 110 Ha

“Do I need to stress how important it is that nether he, Agent Reynolds, or, more important, the American media get even a whiff of anything unusual.” pg. 111 It’d be bad

“I’ve got a little confession to make,” he said. “I wasn’t being entirely honest.”

“I’m shocked” pg. 117 Ha

“If you live in London just about the last thing you expect is a winter Christmas” pg. 118 Why?

“I wondered when the last time Nightingale had been here-probably not since the 1940’s” pg. 119 I would love to learn more Nightingale past

“No,” said Guleed “We completely forgot to ask her about the victims movements because we’re just that unprofessional.” pg. 129 Ha

“Nightingale had told me that there was a whole American tradition of wizardly, more than one” pg. 130 I hope we see some of the American wizardly

“Really?” he said, and I swear his face lit up. “How can I help?” pg. 132 Hmmm :|

“I did a quick scan in case Lady Ty was lurking in a corner somewhere.” pg. 138 Always a good idea

“My employer is curious to know who your master is,” said Robert “your true master”

With the emphasis on he put on the word master, I was certain he was talking about magical rather than administrative authority.” pg. 140 Still did he have to use the word master

“So are you two from China?”

“We’re from Taiwan” pg. 141 Way to assume Peter

“The Nightingale is his master.” pg. 141 Oh using “the” very important

“River Fleet” pg. 142 A River!

“He looked at the Metropolitan Police crest in amazement

“The police,” he said “Really?”

“Really” pg. 143 Why is he amazed?

“Stay down or I’ll break your fucking arms” pg. 153 Wow I didn’t expect that

“The figure reached for a gun” pg. 154 Oh no

“I pointed out that nothing had happened, which prompted Nightingale to give me one of his rare smiles.” pg. 156 What do you mean rare? I’ve commented about his smile before

“At the time I thought he seemed inordinately fond of it, though” he said as he watched me as I dodged around the atrium. “Although I must say I’m beginning to appreciate its appeal now.” pg. 156 Ha and did your professor use the personal rain cloud on you nightingale?

“It was Agent Reynolds” pg. 157 Reynolds what are you doing?

“Wait if I explain will you leave him out of this?” pg. 158 Reynolds gone rogue

“Is it because the victim is an American citizen. Do you find the murder of American citizens funny?” pg. 161 Reynolds girl chill you’re at a ten and I need you at a seven. Take a breath and maybe a nap

“I was tempted to tell her it was because we were British and actually had a sense of humor, but I tried to be cruel to foreigners,” pg. 161 Ha

“The FBI is legally responsible to investigate crimes committed against Americans civilians in foreign countries.” pg. 162 No? I admittedly don’t have a lot of knowledge of the FBI but I’m pretty sure the FBI deals with domestic crimes not international crimes

“Do I have to?” he asked

“This is grown up stuff,” I said

“Don’t patronize me”

“I’ll buy you a cake”

He sat up like a small dog “Really?” pg. 163 Ha

“Just a lowly constable”

“That’s me” I said

“Sure you are,” she said” pg. 165 She knows something

“She knew something. That’s the trouble with detectives-they’re suspicious bastards.” pg. 165 Ha

“With the erroneous soft “c” sound in “principia” and “magicis“-Pliny the Elder would have been pissed. I know it annoyed Nightingale when I did it.” pg.  168 Ha

“You can’t be part of this, you’re…a common. This is the Folly; this place is strictly toffs and monsters.” pg. 169 Zack knows?!

“My dad was a fairy.” pg. 169 Really?!

“breasts bounced distractingly. Me and Zack both stared like a pair of teenagers.” pg. 171 No stop that don’t make me get the spray bottle. That’s not even grammatically correct it's Zack and I not me and Zack

“As she walked away I realized I’d forgotten how sharply her thighs were and how beautiful the dimples that formed in her buttocks when she walked.” pg. 171 No. Where’s the spray bottle?

“We both watched in rapt silence until she’d gone around the corner.

That was amazing” said Zack

“Yes she is” I said

“So,” said Zack. “Are you two fucking?”

I glared at him

“No,” I said “she’s”

“Sex on legs” pg. 172 Alright time for the spray bottle. Maybe Leslie doesn’t want to have sex or be in a relationship with either of you did y’all consider that?

“Nightingale leaned forward and whip-fast grabbed Zach’s wrist and twisted it palm up so that Zach had to half rise out of his chair to avoid breaking it.

“You’re in my house Zachary Palmer, eating at my table, and I don’t care how modern you think you are, I know you know that’s an obligation you can’t avoid.” pg. 178 So cool Nightingale

“Good God, Peter” said Nightingale. “I can’t leave the city for five minutes.” pg. 178 Ha

“I can always tell when Nightingale’s been watching rugby because he leaves the place tidier than normal.” pg. 181 Ha

“When I got there Lesley had three-count them, three-apples doing slow circuits in the air of the lab.” pg. 186 Good for Lesley

“But the gun jiggled so violently on its tripod that it produced a spray wide and random enough to satisfy the most exacting standards of the Imperial Marksmanship School.” pg. 189 Ha

“You’ll like this beer,” said Oberon. “It’s from a microbrewery in the States. The management brings it over a crate at a time.” pg. 201 Mac’s brew from the Dresden files!

“I’d done the Middle Passage in year eight at school-I knew slave names when I heard them.” pg. 202 Oh

“I considered pushing it, but I was conscious of how hard Lesley was restraining herself from slapping me upside the head and yelling “Focus” in my ear.” pg. 202 I can’t blame her

“Say something about my face,” said Lesley. “Go on, I dare you,”

Code of the police-you always back your partner in public even when they’ve obviously gone insane.” pg. 205 OK Lesley maybe take a step back and calm down

“He said he got them from Mordor,” she said

“Morden?”asked Lesley. “What, in Merton?”

“No,” I said “Mordor as in “where the shadows lie” from Lord of the Rings.” pg. 206 Nerd

“I started stripping books on either side until I found something.” pg. 212 The gasp of horror that came out of my mouth when I thought he was stripping the books themselves nearly gave myself a heart attack

“Perhaps our Russian nurse was there to do more

“It’s not good to become reliant on specialists,”

“Hear hear,” said Nightingale” pg. 213 Ha

“I’m guessing that the empty one is the first component,” I said

“Top marks, Peter” pg. 217 Ha

“Possibly,” he said. “Comparative thaumatology is a discipline still in its infancy”

This was a familiar Nightingale joke-meaning that I was only one currently interested in it.” pg. 217 Aw

“IDD,” I said. “Improvised Demonic Device.”

“It doesn’t look improvised, anyway,” said Lesley. “It looks custom built.”

“If you two are quite finished,” said Nightingale

Lesley looked outrage but kept her mouth shut.” pg. 219 Why is Lesley outraged?

“This may be somewhat unpleasant,” he said, and pressed  his fingers down.

Fucking major fucking understatement” pg. 220 Bad then

“A dog sir,” said Lesley hoarsely. “Pit bull, Rottweiler, some ugly bastard thing like that.” pg. 220 Slander I say against Pit bulls and Rottweilers the poor babies get a bad rap

“Dogfight” pg. 221 How dare they >:(

“Nightingale sprang up, his face as angry as I’ve ever seen him.” pg. 221 Yep

“If marijuana was legal,” pg. 224 It’s not legal in the UK?

“Lesley was as pissed as I’ve ever seen her.” pg. 228 Why is Lesley mad?

“She was the best of your generation,” he said. “And you broke her” pg. 228 That’s not Peter’s fault

“It’s got that nasty smell that I’ve come to associate with you and that well-dressed piece of shit you work with” pg. 229 Rude

“She flopped against me and I felt her breast squashed against my chest” pg. 231 No

“I could leave the mask on” she said. “Or I could wear a paper bag.” pg. 232 Girl have some self respect

“Her hand found my erection and gave it  a delighted squeeze. I yelped and dropped my keys. “Look what you made me do,” I said

“Never mind that” she said, and tried to get her hand inside my fly.” pg. 232 NO Lesley stop that >:( bad sexual harassment

“I miss being a proper copper” pg. 241 Why? Being a wizard is better

“Do you know what I like about you English?” asked the senator

“The sense of humor?” pg. 255 Ha

“If you call me a nigger you just sound like a racist American,” I said. “And limey is a joke of an insult. You don’t actually know enough about me to insult me properly.” pg. 256 OHH

“You burn down one central London tourist attraction, I thought and they never let you forget it” pg. 264 Ha

“Where does an impoverished Irishman dig up  the readies, especially back then.” pg. 271 Did you really need to comment on the man’s ethnicity?

“Meaningless euphemism at one end and your full-on Unseen University at the other,” I said. “The Unseen University is a bit like Hogwarts-“

“Stephanopoulos cut me off. “I have read some Terry Pratchett,” she said.” pg. 277 Nice reference

“Kumar and I,” said Nightingale. “Not I and Kumar” pg. 281 Grammar police Nightingale

“Agent Reynolds turned to face us, her pale face caught in the bobbing circles of our helmet lights.

“Hi, Peter,” she said. “What are you doing down here?” pg. 300 What are you doing here Reynolds?

Why are we having a shootout in the sewers?

“I realized I’d been muttering the formae under my breath, number six on Nightingale’s list of my bad habits.” pg. 326 Ha and there’s a list?

“Really magic?”

“Yes”

“Fuck me!”

“Now you’re reacting?”

“Well I didn’t want to embarrass myself in front of the American,” pg. 331 Ha

“Enid, Oklahoma” pg. 339 Oklahoma!

“I felt a puff of air on my face and the rails began to sing. It was too late-a train was coming.” pg. 340 Oh no

“Our suspect started shaking and making snorting sounds noises.

“And you can stop laughing,” I told him. “This is really unprofessional.” pg. 344 Ha

“fuck me, he’s a Earthbender- before falling into the black” pg. 346 Oh no

“I was going to reach out and contact Toby the Dog with my mind.” pg. 361 What

“I’ve never been one of those people who tells everyone they’re fine and then tries to climb out of their hospital bed.” pg. 368 Why do I not believe you Peter

“I lay back in my bed, closed my eyes, and groaned theatrically until Lesley woke up.” pg. 373 Do you think Lesley bought Peter’s amazing performance?

“I bet he was fit,” she said “All these supernatural types are fit.” pg. 373 Lesley asking the important questions

“Nightingale turned up,” she said. “He was hoping to shout at you a bit to show his affection in a gruff manly and safety non gay way but you were asleep so he just sort of milled around for a while and then off he went.” pg. 375 Aw

“chasing a suspect through the hospital while wearing an open back hospital gown.” pg. 383 Peter :|

“the Met have some fairly serious views about the illegal possession” pg. 391 Yep

“Sorry, there’s three basic types, okay? There’s born, those who choose, and those that are made different.” pg. 398 Oh interesting

“As she wiped her face I realized that Zach was staring at me-eyes narrowed.” pg. 402 Interesting what’s he thinking?

“We’ve got to go down the tunnels now,” I said. “Before Kevin fucking Nolan manages to kill the lot of them.” pg. 411 What? Why? What did I miss?

“Nightingale was standing under a lamppost in a long oyster white Burberry coat that made him look like something from an old film. All he was missing was a cigarette, a hat, and a doomed love affair with a suburban housewife.” pg. 413 Why’d it have to be a housewife? It could be the husband

“Half caste” pg. 423 Rude. Could people stop being racist toward Peter?

“Half caste, I thought. I hadn’t heard that one in a while. Not since mum fell out with aunty Doris, who having grown up in Jamaica in the 1950’s regarded political correctness as something that happened to other people.” pg. 424 Half caste is a rude and racist word for biracial people

“Nightingale, but even half-shadowed I could see he didn’t like the idea of sending women into danger.” pg. 424 Get with the times Nightingale

“That’s because we’re in their ends now,” said Zack

“Ends?” asked Reynolds

“Manor” I said

“Patch” said Lesley

“Yard?” I tried when Reynolds still looked blank

“Hood,” said Zack

“Gotcha,” said Reynolds” pg. 429 Ha

“Oh shit, I thought if this isn’t the Low King of the dwarves” pg. 432 Cool

“I believe he supplied you with food contaminated with E. coli,” pg. 435 Oh no

“We buy our groceries from the Jew” pg. 436 Why the antisemitism?

“Despite my mum being from a small village in the middle of the forest, I’m not a country person” pg. 438 Peter’s a city boy. I so want Peter to have to go out into the country.

“Even Nightingale’s not going to wait much longer before he comes in”

And it with as many armed officers he could muster.” pg. 443 Because he cares about you

“Ryan Carroll,” I said “you’re under arrest for the murder of James Gallagher” pg. 446 Him! I forgot about him

“Like a bad smell,” said Ryan. “Don’t you hate Americans” pg. 458 Rude and no I don’t I'm an American

“James bloody Gallagher hadn’t been better at singing in his head as well.” pg. 459 So you killed him because you were jealous

“He ran, I chased, we got lost, I hit him with the plate, it broke, he tried to walk away-I stabbed him in the back” pg. 461 Poor James and Ryan is terrible

“Nightingale presented me with a small package neatly wrapped in silver paper.” pg. 462 Aww what a nice gift

“slim Nokia modified to have a battery interrupt and preprogrammed with every relevant number I could think of” pg. 462 Aww they both got each other such nice gifts

“I invited Nightingale but he said he couldn’t leave Molly alone on Christmas Day” pg. 463 Aww

“Ethnicity Challenged Magician” pg. 467 I love that Peter keeps using this phrase

“I have a FBI file” Nightingale wasn’t going to like that.” pg. 471 Peter has one? Does Nightingale have one?

“But I’d counted on having more time to butter Nightingale up” pg. 473 Ha

“I was finishing off the graffiti” pg. 474 That’s dangerous Abigail

“I reckoned that if he got his message out he might get him closure and move on” pg. 474 Aw that’s nice

“Nightingale had been horrified by the whole idea when I broached it before coming down to make the pitch.” pg. 476 Come on Nightingale she’s going to do this again might as well supervise

“Think of it as a boxing club,” I said. “You know boys are going to smack each other in the face anyway, so you might as well channel it into something disciplined. Abigail’s going to be out there looking, so we might as well make use of it and at least this way we can keep an eye on her.” pg. 476 Great idea Peter

“If it becomes necessary I will teach Abigail the forms and wisdoms myself,” he said, and then smiled. “Perhaps she’ll prove a more diligent student than yourself, in any case.” pg. 477 Ha and I hope Nightingale teaches Abigail magic

“A talking fox” pg. 478 Cool

“Tell your friends they’re on the wrong side of the river.” pg. 478 Ominous

Final thoughts

I enjoyed the book. The bad guy caught me off guard. I'd forgotten about him. What Lesley did to Peter was terrible. I liked Abigail and I’m glad she’s going to be part of the story more. I liked the whisper people. I liked Kimberly and Sahra Guleed. Nightingale as always was wonderful. We got two Bi Peter moments bringing our total up to 10. 

Onto Broken Homes

[butwhatifidothis]

Damn, now Hapi really goes down a tier for me. You'd think with her support with Ashe, she'd bring up why knighthood is toxic, but she's just a Debby Downer. And considering Cornelia no doubt forced him to fight on Rowe's behalf, would be interesting in an A-Support, but no, just happy resolution. She really was a plot device in AM with Dimitri, huh? What a shame, I like her design and see her a a gay option for F!By, but now I really wished she was an Agarthan turncoat we thought via the leaks.

Ohh, that would have been an interesting thing to delve into for her A support with Ashe, even just to bring up on VW/SS - given what they're talking about it's strange that it doesn't, but then it's strange that Ashe being a turncoat and then coming back is like, almost never brought up anywhere so yeah.

And like, I get it right. She had a bad experience with the knights so she isn't the biggest fan of them. She's gonna be a downer when Ashe talks nice about them, sure, whatever. But like, hey, maybe don't cheer on a guy who is willing to both endanger his own civilians and tear through villages on his way to kill Rhea? Maybe don't say "good riddance" to the church that's helped countless people find homes, safety, and guidance that was dissolved through a violent war that killed who-knows-how-many people? Maybe don't shit on the Seiros faith for "not helping people" when it literally does?

Like, she goes on about how dangerous it is to be around her, how people should be wary of her, and while it's not her fault, she's right. Asking her to never sigh around anyone and about anything at all ever until/unless she's cured is literally impossible, and is something she herself admits is something she couldn't keep up over the five years. And like, duh! Of course she couldn't! And I don't blame her! Sighing is such a natural part of life, no shit she's gonna slip up sometimes.

So what the hell was the Church supposed to do about her then? Above or below ground, she's a danger to everyone around her - if the Church were as heartless and shallow as she keeps on droning about, they'd have just killed her. Boom, problem solved, no more random beast attacks, but they don't. They try to place her somewhere she'd be a danger to the least amount of people while still having guaranteed shelter, something that can't be said if they'd just sent her off somewhere else. And if they did that, then the complaint would just be that they couldn't be fucked to have her around and tossed her away, which is what she says happened anyway so yeah.

Hapi's entire beef against the Church is her both admitting to being a danger and her saying "the Church handled me badly because they thought I was a danger" as if the solution is something that's just so obvious and it's just so bad that Church didn't go with the obviously good route to go down when handling her. It annoys the shit outta me that this clearly complicated situation is being portrayed as something the knights and Church did that was objectively bad when the question isn't exactly 1+1. Like I said, the only good thing about her to me is the lore she brings with her regarding clarifying the Anselma shit, otherwise I'd just delete her from the game if I could

[dancingthesambaa]

Smell of Plum Blossom Tea Ch 15

Summary: Just like a butterfly wing, a single act of kindness can change the course of the future, it certainly did for MK as a black furred monkey put out a hand towards him

Rating: Teen and up

Chapter 15: Plotting Revenge is a Good Bonding Activity

“And then you showed up and, well you know the rest,” Red Son exhaled as the three of them sat down on the swings at the park. It had taken a week before he eventually had the courage, and while making sure his father was rested, to face his friends once more.

“So you're the one who took the skeleton key,” MK said.

“Yeah,” the prince nodded and braced himself for the accusations.

“Oh thank god, I really thought I lost it on accident,” MK sighed in relief as he sagged on the swings.

“Still kinda lost it,” she pointed out.

“But at least it wasn’t through me just forgetting it somewhere!” He pumped his fists in the air, promptly forgetting he was on a swing and was now flailing his arms trying to not fall off.

“…okay you're both taking this a little too easily,” the prince deadpanned as he stopped himself from tugging on his hair, “why aren’t you both mad at me?”

“For?” They both turned to him with a raised eyebrow.

“For? For?!? I stole from you and didn’t say a word until everything blew up in all of our faces and had a crisis that almost destroyed the city-AGAIN!” He had to jump off the swing as he paced in front of them. “Why aren’t you both pissed off at me?!”

“Well for one, the key was cool and all, but it didn’t have, like, any real sentimental value,” MK shrugged, “I mean I had it for like a day.”

“Two, it just opens locks, which is pretty bad with certain things like banks and homes, but at least it’s not a weapon of mass destruction,” Mei finger gunned him.

“And three, most importantly, it’s you,” MK finished.

Red Son looked at him with the most dumbfounded look.

“What is that supposed to mean?”

“Well you like to call yourself a villain, but I have never actually seen you do any hardcore villainy stuff,” he pointed out.

“I once saw you make fire animals to a group of children because they complimented you on your flame head,” she grinned.

“They have good taste,” he averted his eyes away from the both of them as a small flush appeared on his cheeks.

“But my point is,” MK stepped off the swing and put a hand on his shoulder, “you have been with us to know long enough that what you say isn’t what you do. You have a very soft and squishy heart underneath all those flames.”

“No! I do not!” He instantly denied, ignoring how his face brightened.

“Yes you do,” both humans said as MK confined, “and I like to think that while it has only been a few months, I know you wouldn’t steal something of ours unless you were forced to.”

Red Son said nothing as he clenched his fists, but that was all the confirmation that the two needed.

“Exactly my point, so I was hurt at first, but it turned out alright in the end, so don’t be too upset about it okay. I have already forgiven you,” he gave a big hug to the demon.

“It’s in the past nightlight, all is already good between us,” Mei joined in on the hug and grinned, “but I wouldn’t mind some ice cream after this.”

The demon Prince froze in their warm embrace as he slowly relaxed and lifted both his arms around his friends. “We’re going to the good one, not the rip off that tries to scam up for a mint chocolate chip, only for it to be vanilla and fucking peppermint candy inside.”

“Agreed,” both humans instantly said, that was the most disappointing I’ve cream joint they have ever been to and they saw ones where they can even mess up vanilla ice cream.

“We so need to catch up,” Mei said as she laid her head on Red shoulder, “there have been so much that you missed, and learning that the Monkey King and pops have a thing for each other is a whole nother ball game that needs to be discussed.”

“I’m sorry WHAT?!” He held them both out as his hair slightly flicker in shock at that abrupt news.

“Ohh boy,” MK sighed as he slumped down. “I need some mind numbing ice cream before we even go into this.”

“Ice cream,” Mei echoed.

“…fucking ice cream,” the demon eye twitched. This was going to be one hell of a conversation.

“They like each other?!” He slammed his spoon down.

“Not so loud,” MK groaned as he put his head to the table.

“But yeah,” Mei continued with a spoon in her mouth, “they have a total thing for each and the real kicker is that both sides are dense enough to not realize that.”

“Your fucking with me,” he deadpans.

“There is no fucks to be seen.”

“Unless they do it with each other.”

“Mei!/Why’d you put that image in my head,” Red yelled as MK groaned.

“What?” She shrugged her shoulders. “I’m just saying, besides I still don’t like the half priced knock off Monkey god trying to hook up with pops,” she narrowed her eyes.

“Oh,” the prince was a bit surprised by this, “I thought you idolized him, what changed?”

“Well first, never really idolized him, that’s all on MK.”

“I feel no shame,” he crossed his arms.

“Got really disillusioned by him with all of Makkie’s stories. And secondly, I hands down don’t believe that the great almighty Monkey King is good enough for him,” she bluntly stated.

“I mean you're not wrong, but explain,” the bull demon leaned in. He has known the Six Eared Macaque for a very long time, the monkey healer has taught and shown him many things throughout their lives, and has saved it just as many, if not more. So it’s needless to say that he sees the monkey as an uncle for a very long time.

“I mean other than fighting pops and almost trying to kill him over his fuck up-”

“WHAT!/He wasn’t trying to kill him!”

“He can’t just expect to walk in and pretend everything is all fine and good between them after he made pops blind and severed their friendship for five hundred years. Pops had mourned for him and self deprecated himself during his bad days, he feels the guilt and shame that had overcome him and he emotionally understood his wrongdoings but has been trying-no he has turned over a new leaf. He had changed and has learned better from the immature monkey he once was, but the same can’t be said for the Monkey King. Cause instead of talking about it, what does he do? He fucking yells and attacks him!” She slammed her fist on the table. “He attacked him and when MK stepped in between the two, which is still so very fucking stupid by the way.”

“You did what?” Red looked towards the sheepish human.

“I had to stop them somehow!”

“Not with your life!”

“Well, now I know for next time.”

“There better not be a next time!”

“It was still MK who had to stop the dumbass from fighting,” Mei growled out. “And he still had the audacity to question pops about trying to use MK like the fuck?! Who the fuck does he think he is to think that he has any parental right over him other than Pops. None! Zilch! Fucking zero! He has nothing except that pretty little staff that MK somehow is able to lift, which by the way we really need to figure out how that is possible.”

“Oh believe me, I’ve been trying so hard to figure that part out as well,” MK sighed.

“But my point to all of this is, I know he is a good monkey, him saving the city and mentoring MK and all that, but he is absolute garbage when it comes to actually acknowledging the fact that things don’t stay the same, everything has changed.” She let out a huff and proceeded to finish her melting ice cream.

“Wow…you really have thought about this,” the demon said as he watched her.

“Well I had some time to think and I still stand by Monkey King not being good enough for pops.”

“No one is good enough for dad,” MK muttered, making his two friends a bit surprised.

“I’m a bit shocked, I would have thought you would have been all for letting the Monkey King and Macaque court each other,” he tilted his head. “Why the change of heart?”

“No change, it’s just that-well” he began to fiddle with the ends of his violet headband, “I know the Monkey King and I know he is an amazing mentor, always includes me when the tribe comes around, loves to feed me, and he is just a good person. I grew up on the stories about him and what he has accomplished. I can’t help but idolize him and want to stay by his side through thick and thin. It’s just that-that…” he trailed off and hesitated with his next words.

“But not as much as pops,” Mei saw what he was getting at.

“…yeah, not as much as pops. As much as that seems mean, he has been with me for so long that I can’t imagine my life without him…Have I ever told you guys how I met dad?” He suddenly said as both human and demon shook their heads.

“All I know is that he found you in an alley one day and you’ve been with him since then,” the pigtail girl stated. “But I have a feeling there’s a lot more to it than that.”

“Yes and no,” MK pushed away his bowl, “he did find me in an alley and took me in for the night, fed me, treated my injuries, and comforted me, but that was supposed to be my only stay there.”

“So what changed?” Red softly asked.

“My former parents weren’t good people,” he breathed out. It took a long time before he could finally admit to himself that his sperm donors were selfish, good for nothing, assholes that only cared about two things, their nonexistent reputation and money. That night might have set a world record on how long he hugged his pops as he just wouldn’t let go even when the morning came.

Both human and demon knew exactly what he meant without any unneeded details as both their eyes glowed an ominous scarlet and viridian.

“Where are they?” The Bull and Dragon successor echoed as a small burst of energy flickered off them.

‘Should really be glad that today is a Monday and no one is around,’ MK winced as he took a glance around outdoors. “Guys, calm down. I’m fine, it’s been over ten years since I last saw them and I doubt I will ever see them again.”

The two begrudgingly settled down like a petulant child and slouched in their seats.

“Look dork, all I need is an address and I can promise you that I can make their lives a living hell,” Mei leaned in with a malicious smile. “They will regret even wanting to breathe by the time I’m done with them.”

“A name would suffice as well, it’s always prudent to know who the enemy might be in case there are no longer using the same location,” Red added as well.

“I am not giving you a name nor an address,” he sternly told them, “It’s been a long time since I saw them and I haven’t thought about them since,” which may be a teensy lie as they do pop up from time to time in his head during his not so good days, but it’s best not to tell them that.

“Besides, while I don’t exactly remember what happened that night I last saw them, I do know that they were terrified of Dad, whatever he said to them thoroughly shook them to their core.” He let a bit of vicious delight show on his face, he may not be a cruel person, but even he will happily admit that it was a bit cathartic to think back on that night and watch the emotional journey they went through that night as the life drain out their face the longer Dad spoke to them. It’s a bit messed up yes, but can you really blame him, he had to put up with their shit.

“Like he would do anything less for his child,” Mei smirked, “I guess I’ll let them off this time.”

“Good,” MK smiled as he got up to throw away all of their trash.

“We’re so getting it off of Mac,” Mei whispered to Red.

“Undoubtedly,” he subtly nodded, “they will feel pain.”

“When I’m done with them not even the morticians would want to come near them,” both shared a devilish smile, but quickly widened it when MK came back.

“Anyways,” he sat down with a huff, “before I got into all of that, what I was trying to say is that yes I respect the Monkey King, but I will always hold Dad to my heart first before anyone else.”

“Hear hear,” she pointed in the air, “so, does that mean you don’t want the great and powerful Monkey King to date pops.”

“Not really,” he winced at how bad that sounded. “I mean don’t get me wrong, but they just got back to being friends and I don’t think that it would be a good idea to jump into any type of romantic relationship so soon.”

“Sounds like an excuse but I don’t care, preach it!” She laughed and threw a fist in the air.

“It’s not an excuse,” well maybe a little, “it’s just that Dad said that he swore off dating for a long time after his last partner.”

“By the gods, we don’t talk about his previous partners, especially lemur bitch,” Red groaned as he knocked his head on the table, hoping that this would be the blow that would finally free his mind of those atrocious memories.

“Yeah I’ve been hearing that a lot, but what exactly did he do?!” Mei turned to look at the groaning prince.

“You really don’t want to know.”

“Heard that a lot as well and I still say, yes I really do,” the monkey successor added.

“I’m not-”

“Pleassseee!” Both humans begged with a puppy dog look in their eyes.

“All I’m willing to say is do not eat anything that he gives you and don’t show signs of high intelligence,” he pushed their faces back.

“Well I don’t have to worry about the second one,” MK grinned.

“Same!” Mei high fived him.

Red Son just looked at the two humans, one who was trying to earn his doctoral degree in Medicine and the other who almost finished with her bachelor’s in Mechanical Engineering. He blinked once, then twice, opened his mouth, then promptly closed it and instead pinched his nose.

“But about that first thing,” Mei turned her attention back to the demon, “is his cooking really that bad or is there a little extra something he puts in there.”

“The second one, I don’t know exactly what happened, and I thank everyone for that, but I do know that Macaque was unconscious for a few days and when he awoke he felt an underlying desire to grovel at Shun’s feet and adore him and only him.”

“He made a love potion?!”

“More like a love poison,” he shuddered. While he had never ingested one before, there have been times where he was sent food laced with these poisons. Luckily he had never taken a bite of it before, but the first time it had happened, he swore that he had never seen both his parents so furious before. “They make the user attracted to the designated target and they will forever obey their every whim and command while under this spell, or at least until the spell wears off. The more potent and permanent ones have either been destroyed or kept under a watchful eye of a higher deity or demon.”

“That sounds fucking horrible,” MK grimaced.

“Yeah, like a 50/10 of no fucking thank you,” Mei scrunched up her nose.

“Exactly, so this is one of the reasons why Macaque decided best to get the fuck out of that and break up with him.”

“One of the reasons?”

“One of the reasons,” Red didn’t exactly know how to tell him that Shun had an unhealthy obsession with the simian, always stalking him, getting overly possessive, and those were just the blatant things. Yeah, it’s best to just let it be and forget that creepy ass fucker, it’s not like he’ll ever show his face again after his beat down courtesy of Macaque.

“And that just further emphasized my point!” The teen said, “he wants nothing to do with a romantic relationship of any kind, so he and Monkey King getting together would just be bad all around.”

“And I totally agree, so if Monkey ass tries to hurt Pops at any time, I already have Operation Sticky Surprise all bundled up and ready to go,” the dragon successor gave an evil looking grin.

“Sticky Surprise?”

“Mei has been making plans on plans on how to make the Monkey King life a living hell aside from outright killing him,” MK deadpanned.

“Killing is boring, humiliation is a lot more fun and it comes with the added bonus of there being so many different ways to do it! I also have Operation Inkblot, Stink Butt, Bug Devastation, Hangman Riot, Gossip Thrill, Paranoia Pandemonium, Faeries Laughters-”

“You got the Faeries involved in this?” Both boys looked horrified. “Why?!”

“I asked and they were more than happy to agree. In fact, I got a lot more creatures to help me out as well, I have an entire file just for the forest!” She eagerly held out her phone and showed them the numerous folders in the file that was labeled ‘Dragon Revenge: Forest Edition.’ “Want to hear about it?”

“…yes,” he leaned in closer. He had to admit that he is morbidly curious on what exactly some of the plans may entail.

“Well, I have Operation Ní Chorus, Qilin Stampede, BaBa Appetite, Macaque Monkeys Mania, Kappa War, and so much more. I even have another file that contains the one Daiyu and the rest of them made.”

“Even Ahmed?”

“Even Ahmed,” MK nodded. He should know as he was there that day when they were coming up with all of these elaborate plans. He felt he shouldn’t have been so surprised when the lion demon came up with some gruesome one, involving a bag of blood and some nasty curses, but that has nothing on Minsheng and their ideas. Who knew glitter can be used that way.

“You're just trying to humiliate him and possibly injure him in the process?” The demon asked.

“He’s an immortal monkey that has been through a lot of shit, he can take whatever we throw at him,” she bluntly stated.

“Have you thought of using a vast amount of flour then igniting it? I know from experience that using the two would make an unexpected explosion,” the first time he cooked he burned down the whole kitchen while holding the bag of flour in his hands.

“No, I did not,” Mei raised her phone and opened a new document, “tell me more.”

“Nail polish is another flammable object, which is why I have never worn it until you forced it upon me, powdered sugar, Ping Pong balls, oranges-”

“Why do you know this,” MK asked with a bit of horror in his tone.

“Well after I set my Pomelo on fire inside a safe house that we don’t use often, I decided it would be best to look up what else in a regular home is fucking flammable and not so surprising, a lot of things are. But on the upside,” he matched Mei’s sinister grin, “it’s not common knowledge and I don’t think the impulsive Monkey King would look up something like this if you know what I mean.”

“Oh I know exactly what you’re getting at,” she grinned even wider, “it would be a damn shame if someone were to perhaps spill some sugar on him, and there just happens to be a flame.”

“Or maybe if someone wanted to try something daring with a Ping Pong ball only to ‘accidentally’ hit it in the wrong direction,” he ominously said.

“Oh that would be bad.”

“Very bad.”

“Annoyingly bad,” Mei leaned in, “Tell me more.”

“With pleasure.”

“I feel like I should stop them,” he pondered to himself as he watched his two friends plot his mentor not-demise. “…nahh, I’m sure it will be fine.”

“We can dump sodium medals in the water to really make an explosion!”

“Yeah I’m good,” MK deadpanned as he leaned back, “Monkey King can handle it himself.”

“What are you bozos doing here,” Mei huffed as she saw Yin and Gin at the arcade.

“We may be elite demons with awesome powers and the everlasting hunger for a worthy fight,” Jin dramatically said.

“But even we can get bored sometimes and MK mentioned this place before,” Yin finished as he concentrated on shooting the zombies. “Speaking of, where is he? I usually see the two of you together.”

“I will mention the creepy stalking if I didn’t do that myself,” she muttered, “but couldn’t make it, he’s currently doing his online courses right now.”

“Oh right he did mention something about wanting to be a…healer I think was the word.”

“No dumbass, he is trying to be a physician. Healer is so Ming Dynasty bro,” Jin corrected his blue twin.

“Hey I’m the social one, you're the one who has their nose all up in the books,” he shrugged then pumped his fist in the air. “Hell yeah, new level!”

“I’m still pissed off at the both of you for the stunt you did at the race track,” she said as she leaned on the racing game next to theirs.

“To be fair, we knew we wouldn’t win,” the orange demon said.

“Yeah, it was mostly for fun.”

“Well that ‘fun’ almost cost me the medal and you really pissed off a lot of racers that day,” she stretched and hopped onto the bike. “Side note, if you ever meet a girl with purple hair, bright green eyes, and utterly jacked, you might want to scram. She was one of the competitors and she’s the least bit happy with either one of you.”

“Is that so?” Jin hummed as he hopped on the bike next to her.

“Yeah she wants to use your corpses as a gaudy rug for her front porch.”

“It be like that sometimes,” both twins said.

“You both seem way too chill about that,” she raised her eyebrow.

“We have seen people, demons, deities, and creatures alike much scarier,” Yin started as he continued to shoot the zombies down.

“We had masters who threaten to crush our bones, people using scrolls to torture our minds, deities making us relieve the worst days of our life over and over, demons stabbing us in the heart over and over, and the sheer presence of Macaque bearing down on the both of us,” Jin casually said.

Mei blinked a few times, “Okay that seems like a lot, but understandable. You met pops before?”

“You know the Six Eared Macaque,” the blue demon turned his head to her, “of course you do, cause why not.”

“We met him a few times after the whole Calabash incident and he is much scarier than the rumors made him out to be.”

“But demon knows how to put on a good play.”

“Yeah, his shadow play is a real banger,” Jin gave a toothy grin.

“So you guys met him at the theater,” she deadpanned.

“Yup,” both said.

“Why am I not surprised,” she sighed and began the game, “well I’m gonna smoke your ass on this.”

“I’d like to see you try,” Jin grinned as he revved his engine.

“Children, both of them,” Yin rolled his eyes, but he gave a loud shout as he noticed he finished the level. “Hell Yeah! That’s what I’m talking about!”

“I refuse to believe that you managed to make peaches taste sour,” Wukong scrunched up his nose as he disdainfully eyed the peach dried chips. “This has to be some mockery or imitation, cause ain’t no way in hell are those actual peaches.”

“Hate to break it to ya,” Mac smirked as he took a chip in his mouth, “but they are.”

“You heathen,” he hissed out.

“Payback for the tainted Mango,” he smirked.

“Oh come on! That was centuries ago!”

“And I hated every last bite of that disgusting piece of fruit that dared touch my tongue!” He barked back.

The sage threw up his arms and marched to the kitchen, “I am raiding your kitchen! I need to wash put that nasty taste and hope that it doesn’t taste like a cup of lemon juice has just been freshly squeezed into my mouth.”

“You big baby, it’s not even that sour,” he snorted as he took another handful of chips. He knew that Wukong hated the taste of anything sour, revenge never tasted so good.

“No, no, no, why do you even have this,” he asked as he held up a bottle of Olive juice.

“Blame MK, last time he brought home an Aloe Vera milk which I didn’t realize was even a thing,” and the sad thing was that it didn’t taste bad, just extremely weird.

“Course he did,” was all he said as he continued to scrimmage through the kitchen. “Aha! Here we…go?” He paused as he moved over the soda and spotted a large jug. “What are you?” He opened it up and the familiar smell hit his nose as he never forgets that smell. “You mangy monkey!”

“Hmm?” Mac raised his brow as Wukong leaped over him with a familiar jar in hand, “No, you are not about to drink wine right now. I can’t deal with your alcohol self, you are too fucking clingy and a hundred times more impulsive.”

“I won’t, but how did you manage to sneak this away,” he grinned and swished the half full jug in hand.

“Huh? What are you babbling on about?”

“How did you get the Immortality wine, I know they have it locked up nice and tight after my little fiasco,” he held it up for further emphasis.

“The what wine?!” He stalked over to him and snatched the jug out of his hands, “Is that what this is?!”

“You drank it without even knowing what it is?” He shot the black simian an incredulous look, he knows that he is the one who is the most suspicious of getting anything from anyone, let alone something he doesn’t know.

“Don’t look at me like that!” He barked, “It’s from a friend who stops by once and a while. When-how-what the fuck Shen?”

“You know someone who can just give you immortality wine,” he couldn’t help but find a bit of amusement from his friend's expression.

“Apparently, he comes by every once in a while and that fucker never told me what this shit is,” he growled that last part.

“How do you know him?”

“He was a friend of Ping!” He threw his hands in the air and marched back to the kitchen and put back the jug of very rare and sought after wine…on second thought it would probably be better if he found a better spot to put this.

“Ping? The same Ping who taught you medicine and helped grow the forest Ping,” he stated as his tail swished behind him. He really wanted to just shake him and ask what the human was to him, but (for once) he kept down his impulsive thoughts and gently prodded him.

“Yess,” he rubbed his neck out of a bout of nerves, “but technically I made the forest, he said it would be a good way to plant a seed and take care of it to vent my frustration. Which is weird, but oh well and the next thing I know there is a forest.”

“So you just forgot that seeds grow and made an entire ass forest without you even noticing,” Wukong smirked.

“I’m not that fucking blind that I didn’t see an entire damn forest, it just didn’t…occur to me that I made it,” he winced at how dumb that sounded. He rolled his eyes when he heard the first snort then a full blown laughter coming from the brown furred monkey. “Yeah yeah, laugh it up.

“Don’t worry,” he said in between breaths, “I will! Pffftttt! HAHAHAHAHAHA!”

He gave a petulant huff and went back to his warm tea with a laughing monkey following close behind. Eventually, the laughter subsided and all that was left was a smirking monkey leaning on a simian dead set on ignoring him.

“Only you moonshine,” he smirked as he watched his friend turn his face away with a faint red blush. He knows that calling him cutesy nicknames doesn’t get on his nerves no matter how many times he says so, but he secretly likes them. It’s how he got away with some of the things he did, but now he has a new goal in mind as he casually stretched his arms behind Mac and gently let his fingers rest on his long fur.

‘Soft. So soft. I don’t think I ever felt his fur ever be this soft before,’ he eyed the tantalizing fur curled in between his fingers. Just taunting him and begging him to please thread your fingers throughout the fluffy locks. ‘I really want to groom his fur,’ his hands twitched as he watched to see if Macaque would stop him, but he saw his eyes closed and leaning back. He almost let out a purr at the sight of his friend's trust and really wanted to just put his whole body on him for cuddles, but managed to keep it down in time and instead readied himself to put his other hand to his fur, a door slamming open stopped him.

BOOM!

“Guess who's back and is hearing an obnoxious ringing noise in their ears!” A loud voice shouted out which made the two separate from each other, much to the ire of a brown furred simian.

“Who the-” he began to mutter.

“And what have I told you about keeping your voice down inside?” Macaque yelled back.

“Too many times to count,” Bohai sighed.

Minsheng chuckled as they walked in and noticed that his friend wasn’t quite alone. “Well what do we have here?”

“Hey there, you might know me, I’m the-” he was cut off by the lion demon.

“The Monkey King, I have seen images of you before,” Ahmed then gave a slight nod, “I’m Ahmed, it’s a pleasure to meet you.”

“Right back at you.”

“The name is Daiyu chimp,” she gave a very harsh slap on his shoulder and sat on the edge of the couch.

“I mean not really a chimp-”

“I’m Bohai,” the jellyfish demon said with a glow, “we’ve heard many things about you.”

“What kind? I mean there are a lot of stories-” he was cut off once more.

“And I’m Minsheng,” they said as he sat in between the two monkeys, “and I would introduce you to Yanyu, but she’s at work right now.”

“Yanyu?”

“His student,” Bohai commented as he watched the monkey demon sit the vulture down and is currently examining her ears.

“You had a student?”

“What can I say, I have that charm,” he deadpanned then shot Daiyu a glare, “how many times have I told you not to fuck with strange magical plants unless you know what it is!”

“Again, too many times to count,” the jellyfish reiterated.

“She heard the rumors about him and just went to the forest and forced him to teach her. But secretly, we all know Mac attack has a soft spot for the kiddos,” the bunny grinned as he saw that Mac was now purposefully tuning them out.

“Yeah, I can tell,” he gave a sweet smile as he remembered all his interactions with both of his children.

All the demons not preoccupied silently blinked at Wukong’s words and expressions and it was all at once did it click for them. And they all shared a knowing look to one another.

“It’s nothing too bad,” Macaque concluded after he checked both her ears, medians, and body. “You should be fine after some rest and water, which you will do even if I have to strap you down to that damn bed.”

“You got it doc!” She saluted him and walked off.

He rolled her eyes at her antics and didn’t even flinch when Ahmed sat down beside him. “Please don’t tell me you got injured in some way as well.”

“Don’t worry, I did not,” he gave a deep chuckle.

“Thank fuck,” he sighed and felt the lion began to come closer to him and began to nuzzle the top of his head. He knew exactly what was happening, “Going through one of those moods again?”

“Yeah, sorry bout this” he murmured.

“Eh, it’s fine. Just do what you want,” he flippantly said and felt a purr of appreciation as he felt his fur getting licked.

And if the nuzzles didn’t catch Wukong’s attention then the lion demon currently licking his longtime crush did as he had to hold back a screech of displeasure at the sight, but that didn’t stop his whole body from twitching.

“Yeah, Ahmed does that sometimes,” Min smirked as they watched the brown monkey's eyes twitch. “Apparently lions do this for some social bonding and whatnot, but he especially likes to do this with Mac.”

“Oh does he,” Wukong let a small hiss out.

“Mmmhmm, sometimes hours would go by and he would still be at it,” Daiyu added and watched as his fingers dug into the cushion. Ohohoho she knows that look, it is the same look her sister gave to another male when he was trying to court the same chick as her, needless to say he can never land the same again, especially since he’s missing a foot and all.

“Hours then they're rather…close then,” he had to put on a wide grin, but he couldn’t help but bare a few teeth.

“Oh yeah, we might have known Doc and Med first before they met each other, but when the two met, it was like a perfect match.” Bohai drew out. He knows exactly what his friends were trying to do and he finds no shame in joining in. Even without the stories of the two monkeys' relations, it was too easy to see the fondness that was coming off from the both of them.

“Like a puzzle piece fit together,” Sheng emphasized. They know that the Monkey Pleb had quite the temper on him, not even counting his impulsiveness, and they couldn’t help but taunt the ever-loving fuck out of him. Life threatening, perhaps with all the killing he does, but fun, it is starting to look so much fun. Besides they already had their fun teasing Mac about this, now it’s the dumbass monkey's turn for his time in the spotlight.

He said nothing as he watched the two demons curl closer together.

‘A perfect match? Fit together?! Like hell they are! I’ll show you-no calm down and breathe,’ he took a deep breath and relaxed. ‘It’s okay. Moonshine trusts him and is okay with the…grooming the lion is doing. They have known each other for quite some time, so of course he wouldn’t mind.’ He glanced back at the scene, watched Mac's content face and he further relaxed. ‘I’m really glad that he had people watching out for him and besides it’s not like there is any bigger reason behind this than bonding.��

Then Wukong’s eyes caught Ahmed and as the monkey was about to smile wider in his direction the lion gave a little smirk and nuzzled his face a little bit harder into the long black fur and let out a content purr. Ahmed may not have any romantic feelings towards the smaller demon, but that doesn’t mean that he will willingly let go of him that easily. Macaque is a part of his pack and he is known for being…violently protective over each and every member of his small pack.

The Sage Monkey froze and barely stopped the growl coming out of his throat as he gritted his teeth while his eyes glinted a faint golden glow. ‘I’m gonna skin that overgrown cat!’

The rest of the demons subtly gave a thumbs up to the lion as they held back their laughter. Oh yes, they were all going to have so much fun with this.

A pack of fossa laid still in the grass as they quietly stalked their prey from behind. They followed the figure for some time waiting for the opportunity to strike as the prey continued a steady walk. The leader could almost feel the tender meat upon his teeth as he gazed upon their oversized prey. They have been only getting the small rabbits and birds and that wasn’t enough, it’s never enough to fill them so they're quite…hungry.

Then the prey stopped and so did they.

“I know you're there,” they all stilled as a soft voice called out. “I know you’ve been following me for quite some time.”

They all glanced towards the leader for guidance on their next approach, so he hunched down low and began to crawl closer in preparation to pounce on him.

“Ah ah ah,” the voice tutted, “I wouldn’t do that if I were you. Though I am talking to mindless beasts, so perhaps I should speak in their language.”

Before any even had the chance to feel offended by the words, they all smell a strange odor before-

EYES. THEY WATCH WATCH WATCH WATCH ALL

SEE THEY SEE SEE SEE EVERY LITTLE

STEP

STEP

NO ESCAPE

STEP

STEP

CAN’T RUN

STEP

STEP

CAN'T HIDE

STEP

STEP

FIGHT NEED TO FIGHT FIGHT CANT FIGHT

WIDE WIDE WHY SO WIDE

TEETH TEETH SO MANY TEETH WHY WHY WHYWHYWHYWHYWH

They’re brought back to the field, their back with their bodies, back with their heads with no teeth about to snap it right off-

“I’m in a good mood, so I’ll let you off easy okay,” they all flinched at the soft voice. “Well, what are you waiting for? Run.”

And they did, they ran and ran and ran so far that not even the growl in their stomach bothered them. They just needed to run away fast, it was no wonder they didn’t spot any other prey on the way here, they all must have sensed the predator. The terrifying predator with the teeth, why teeth, why so many teeth.

And they kept running.

“Well that’s enough excitement for one night,” the voice sighed as he continued back on his path and threw out in the distance the illuminating sight of a city. “I am almost there, I’ll see you soon my love.”

While there was a moon high in the sky there was still vast darkness upon the path as not a single critter chirped nor a single rustle of leaves as he walked upon the path. The animals all cowered away from the frightening presence and hoped that the predator wouldn’t look at them. But there were a few that were brave enough to slightly peek out from under their leaf or quietly look a smidge over their hole and get a glance at the predator retreating figure. All that they could see as it got farther and farther away was a black and white striped tail swishing softly behind him.

[ellixthea]

Hi! May you please write a Henry Cavill one where you’re hanging out with him and you have feelings for him but haven’t had the guts to tell him but that day your sister called you and you started speaking in Spanish to her about Henry but little did you know that he actually knew Spanish and he teased you about it. Happy ending please, thank you!

A/N: although I took Spanish in middle school and high school, I’m terrible at it so please let me know if there is any mistake! Also thank you @iloveyouyen for being my lovely beta and for bearing with me and my dirty mind hahaha.

Pairing: Henry Cavill x reader

Words: 842

Warning: none, only fluff!

Taglist: @onlyhenrys @iloveyouyen @aaescritora @henrythickcavill @hollydaisy23 @mary-ann84 @noz4a2 @margoh1999 @rocknllpoetry @luclittlepond @agniavateira (if you want to be added or removed let me know.)

Henry had been back home from shooting the latest Mission Impossible movie for a week now. He had a few things to do so he couldn’t see you right away. Having to deal with the scheduling of upcoming appearances on Talk shows and interviews for Podcasts and whatnot, had his hand practically glued to his phone, and his phone glued to his ear.

When he was finally free, the two of you decided to hang out at a park so he could also walk Kal. You were excited and happy to see him since he had been gone for several months. 

Henry and you had met throughout a mutual friend. That friend was celebrating his promotion and that was when you saw that tall muscular man. The two of you instantly clicked and spent a lot of time laughing and getting to know one another. And here you are, five years later, supporting Henry in his project and hanging out as much as you two could. He was your closest friend and you were grateful for him. 

It was around 2 p.m when you arrived at the park. You loved it there. Bushes and small beds of colourful and fragrant flowers helped you escape from the rush of life. 

When you got to the entrance you were welcomed by the huge American Akita. “Hey, there big boy!” You kneeled in front of him while caressing his head. By the way, his trail was moving, you could tell he was happy to see you. Henry watched in awe, always happy to see his dog loving the people he cared about. He rose up from your position and went to hug you tightly. 

“I missed you so much, big guy,” you said while hugging him just as tight. 

“I missed you too. You look great by the way,” he said with a charming smile which made you blush. 

During the walk, you would catch up on each other’s lives. You would tell him about your job, that annoying colleague of yours and how you had been and he would tell you about the days on set, the locations he had been to, and about Tom Cruise hurting his ankle. 

You could listen to him telling you his stories for hours, he was a great storyteller. The way his face would light up when he talked about something he’s passionate about, like his job, would always make you happy. 

Both of you would exchange a cute smile and look, which was something usual but they would always make you feel some type of way, the type of way that could ruin a friendship. Because you didn’t know if he ever could reciprocate the feelings you were developing for him.

At some point, during the stroll, you felt your phone vibrating in your pocket. 

“It’s my sister I’m sorry.” you apologized and Henry let you know that it was totally fine.

“Hello?” “Hey Y/N! Where are you? I decided to come by to say hi but you’re not at your place.” your sister told you from the other end of the line. 

“Oh yeah, I’m with Henry we’re hanging out.” Henry smiled at the mention of his name. 

“Ohh Henry huh? Did you tell him how you feel about him?” You could feel your sister smirking through the phone. You felt your face flush. 

“No voy a contarle sobre mis sentimientos. Arruinaría nuestra amistad y no quiero que suceda.”(I will not tell him about my feelings. It would ruin our friendship and I don't want it to happen.)You told your sister in your native language. It was those kinds of moments you were thankful to be bilingual. 

“You’re probably missing a good story but well it’s your choice. Let me know when you want to hang out.” 

“Alright, see you,” you said, hanging up the call. “Sorry about that,” you said while looking at Henry, seeing that he had a smirk painted on his face. You looked at him wondering what he was up to. 

“What? What happened?” You asked him, looking around trying to see if there was something you were missing. 

“You should have told me, about your feeling.” The two of you were now standing in the middle of the soiled path, directly facing each other. It dawned to you that he had been eavesdropping on your phonecall with your sister. 

“Oh boy since when do you understand Spanish?” You asked while hiding your face with both your hands out of shame. He gently removed them from your face for your eyes to meet his. 

“We should talk about it because I’m pretty sure those feeling of yours are mutual,” he announced, giving you a warm smile. You look at him in shock, not knowing what to answer. 

“Oh… Um really?” 

“Yeah.” He started while getting closer to you. “Would you mind it if I kiss you?” “Not at all.” You replied before he rested his lips delicately on yours, giving you a tender and ever so loving kiss.

[ofmythsandmadness]

Drunken Words, Sober Thoughts.

SUMMARY: You and Diego are close. Good friends. But nothing more than that, not now and not ever. You know that he’s not into you, that’s been made clear. There’s just one issue. While sober Diego thinks of you as just a friend, drunk Diego...well, that’s a whole other story. WARNING: drinking (mentions). swearing. angst, i suppose??  PAIRING: Diego Hargreeves x reader. WORD COUNT: 3300k+ (why can’t i write anything short....)

A/N: So, I’ve been looking a lot and thinking about the concepts between a happier Hargreeves family, so like sans apocolypse and whatever alternate dimension means they get along nicely and what not. And I’ve also been badly missing Diego Hargreeves and Diego content (because tua has been pretty dead on Tumblr, sadly). And so I wrote this. Please don’t consider anything canon and alongside the tv show, it’s not at all. 

IT’S HALF PAST MIDNIGHT WHEN THE PHONE RINGS. Whoever’s on the other end is lucky she was still awake. Her eyes had just been slipping shut when the loud sound interrupted her dreams. And truly, normally she would have clicked her phone off and ignored whoever was pestering her - but there was only a handful of people that called that late. And generally, there was unfortunately a good reason. 

Not even bothering to look at the caller ID, she clicked accept and raised the phone to her ear.

“This had better be important.”

“It’s Diego.”

And immediately, even without a chance to exhale, her heart began to pound. Stupid emotions, right? Betraying herself to...well, herself. Y/N sighed. Her frown dissipated, though she tried to remain irritated and not ready to jump into action. “What’s happened this time?”

“Well, he - he - long story short, there was a drinking contest,” Vanya mumbled, hard to understand amongst the pounding music on the other end. In the background someone shouted something, another voice joining in, and already Y/N could paint a pretty clear picture of the circumstances in her mind. “I’m sorry to bother you, but you know that when he’s in this state, well -”

“-it’s no problem. I get it, I didn’t sign into being his emergency babysitter for nothing. And...it’s not your fault your brother’s a dumbass.”

Vanya quietly laughed on the other side of the line. “He’s really something else.”

“Yeah...yeah, that’s one way to put it.” Already she was up, slipping on her jacket and shoes and fixing her hair in the tiny foyer mirror. “Give me like, ten minutes. Can you keep the trio alive that long?”

“I’ll do my best.”

Y/N smiled softly. “All you can do. Thanks, Vanya.” She clicked end and unlocked her door, rushing down the dimly lit hallway with new urgency, ready to go save some souls from what could be a particularly rough night.

Diego Hargreeves was a lot of things. But Drunk-Diego - well, that was a force not many could handle. In fact, no one really could, not even her, the designated collector due to a pact they made several years back. But though it was a challenge, she cared far too much (unfortunately) about him to say no, ever. And, also, he really did not need to be thrown in jail for the umpteenth time for something so silly as this.

                                   ─── 

IT TOOK APPROXIMATELY SIX MINUTES TO GET TO THE BAR. That credit went to the lack of traffic so late, as well as the fact that her foot was practically pounding the gas pedal into the ground, begging her tiny car to go as fast as possible. Y/N was far too aware of what the Hargreeves boys were capable of and she was not eager to walk into a bloodbath. She could hope that someone thought to take Diego’s knives away from him, but that was unlikely.

Unfortunate, considering Drunk-Diego’s quick to anger nature (if one thought he was bad sober...oh, boy).

She hurried up the steps and pushed the door open, blinking to adjust to the dark lighting and throngs of bodies. People looked her way, but she paid them no mind, nodding once to the bartender before pushing her way through the crowd. It was not hard to find the Hargreeves, half because they always sat in the same place - and half just because of the noise. The sounds of cahoots and shouts filled her ears and Y/N had to wince and pause her movements. There was Luther’s bellow, rising just slightly above Diego’s hurled insults and Klaus’ squeaky, breathless jokes that no one ever truly got. It was like this every time something like this happened - and yet every time, it threw her off.

“Y/N, oh thank God you’re here,” cried Allison. She was followed closely by Vanya, wrapped up in a too-large sweater and wearing a matching frown to her sister. The tall woman moved in for a hug, but pulled away just as fast as she leant in. “I hate to make you do this, but-”

“-hey, it’s no biggie. Seriously, I wasn’t doing anything important.” Well, aside from maybe sleeping, but no point in ragging on that. She was already there, wasn’t she?

“It’s just that you’re the only one he ever listens to. Well, that and Vanya sometimes, but-”

“-it’s okay,” she interrupted, once more cutting the brunette off. The trio began to move back towards the craze. “I don’t mind helping out a friend.”

Behind her, Allison chuckled and mumbled something, but if she was meant to catch what, Y/N could not. She could guess the nature of the words, however, and chose to simply ignore it and continue on.

Once she was in view, the trio’s heads turned and cries of her name arised. Y/N could only grin as Klaus bounded over, wrapping his trembling hands around her body and murmuring how much he had missed her. Of course, it had only been two days since they had seen one another, but hey...arguing with logic with Klaus was never the smartest choice, and so she bit back her remark.

Luther did not come over, but just smiled sleepily on the couch. Diego, however, was moving next, with a large grin unlike any expression he ever wore sober. It was refreshing, seeing him smile - it really did suit him, and Y/N wished he would do it more often. But Drunk-Diego always forgot about his sober identity and did the adorable things that he would normally scorn. 

“Are you done here yet, big boy?” she teased, steadying him with a hand as he stumbled. When he shook his head, Y/N just chuckled. “Yeah, you’re done. Come on.”

“M’not even drunk, asshole…”

“Ri-ight. Well, whatever. We’re done here, and I am taking you home.”

With some struggle, mostly her trying to find a way to support him without breaking her back, the duo were on their way and leaving the rest of the Hargreeves behind. Diego protested the entire time, but she still managed to force him out of the bar. Y/N clung tightly to his body, trying to walk with him and not have him slip out of her grasp. It was a difficult task, but slowly but surely, they made it back to her car.

Once out of the bar, he was certainly sweeter, smiling as his inebriated self was prone to. She tried not to grin back, forcing herself to remain stone-faced and focus on her task. Diego managed to climb into the passenger seat without much difficulty, leaving her hurrying over to her own side and sliding in.

“Hey. Buckle up.”

Diego rolled his eyes but did as she asked. “Thanks, mo-oom.”

Y/N said nothing to that. Carefully, they pulled out and were back on the road, with Diego chuckling lowly about something or other and her eyes pinned to the road. 

“Where’re we going? This - this - this ain’t m’place…”

“No, it’s not. You’re crashing with me tonight.”

Diego’s head turned in his seat, twisting to attempt to focus on her face. “Ohh...so you takin’ me to your place, L/N?”

“Yes. So you can sleep.”

“Oh, I’m sure we...we...gonna do a lot of-”

-before he could finish the sentence, she cut him off with a click of her tongue. “You’re drunk, Diego. You are going to sleep, and like a damn baby, too.”

“Right. You just wanna piece a….this. You makin’ a - makin’ a - move?”

Y/N inhaled and turned the steering wheel sharply. There was no point listening to him, but it was hard to ignore his teasing (albeit, rather childish) remarks when it was the only sound filling the car. Curse that stupid broken radio.

“Y/N....Y/N…”

“We’re here now,” she interrupted, pulling into the parking spot and stopping sharply. Diego flung forward and whined, but she could hardly hear anything but her own pounding thoughts then. Stupidly, every time she let herself be pulled into his drunken words, let it infect her like a fucking plague until all she could do is repeat over and over the flirtatious remarks that would never mean anything. She collected every one in her mind from all past drunken encounters, held tight like a vice, to play over and over every time despite her mental protests. 

But she was going to do better this time. None of it meant anything, Y/N reminded herself, and he’s just latching on because you’re there. Nothing else but that.

    ───

“WHY DO YOU ALWAYS COME TO PICK ME UP?”

Y/N did not turn around, facing the cupboards instead of the man behind her. Though, she did not have to look to know he was off the couch and moving closer, drifting like a magnet into her path. At least he paused in the kitchen entrance, but it still felt like he was right there.

She coughed to clear her throat - to clear her mind. “We’ve gone over this, Diego. You call me if you need help, I call if I need help. We’ve been doin’ this five years and you can’t even remember our pact?”

Y/N turned to face him, finally taking in his soft, almost childish pout. She frowned. “What?”

“You never call me for help.”

“That’s not true.”

“Name...name one time, Y/N,” he mumbled back. His words still slurred but it was obvious Diego was a bit more in control. Not enough to be thinking right, of course, but at least he could talk normally. “One time in even the last year.”

When no examples came to mind, only red-hot shame licking up her neck and cheeks, she averted her gaze. “Look. Take these. They’re gonna make the aftermath a whole lot easier to deal with. And then lay down, dumbass, and sleep.”

“No! C’mon, Y/N. Why do you never ask for my help? You go to others, but - but-”

“-Diego-”

“-I wanna help you, too-oo,” he rushed out, words like vomit springing from his lips, thrown full-force at her face. The glass and pills were set down, the latter rolling in circles on the counter but neither paid them any mind. Diego’s hands found hers, tracing sloppy designs into her heated skin. “I wanna...I don’t know. I wanna be that guy for you.”

“Okay, no. Diego-”

“-and you know,” he continued, pulling away but ignoring her protests, “an’ I know, I’m not that great, but I’ll do anything you need. Even kill the spiders for you. You gotta lot of spiders? I’ll stab ‘em to death. Just like...” he sloppily mimed a stabbing motion, “this.”

Y/N folded her arms across her chest and sighed. Every time, there was the slightest of pushes and then it all came out, Drunk-Diego spewing tangents of fantasies that would be long forgotten by the next morning. Every time she tried to avoid it and yet it came out, leaving her trying to drown out his sweet words by the time Sober-Diego’s up and gruff and shut-down again. And sure, there was nothing wrong with either sober or inebriated Diego, she unfortunately cared for him either way - but it always stung a little, hearing him sing her sweet praises only to forget all about it.

“You need to sleep. And take these pills.”

“Nah, c’mon, I need you…”

“No, you don’t. Go to bed.” Why had she taken him back to her place? Sure, it would have been a pain trying to get into the gym, but it might have been easier emotionally than trying to do this. Next time, she would have to remind herself of this and go with that route.

Not like she would ever listen to herself.

Y/N watched as Diego stumbled about, tumbling in a slow, awkward spin-around, staring around her place and then looking once more her way. He smiled, though it was watery and tired, as though one push and it would crumble. “You’re so beautiful.”

“Sure,” she replied, not wasting a second on the compliment. “And you’re wasted. You need to go to bed.”

“C’mon, why-yy do you push me away?”

“I don’t.”

“You are righ’now!” he protested. Diego’s smile had dropped, just as she predicted, and he stumbled over to her. She tried not to run. “You...you...you not care about m-me?”

His slurred words cut deep, even with the steady reminder of nothing he says means anything. Y/N shakily sucked in a breath. “That’s not it. I care very much about you.”

“Hm...you smell like p-peaches.”

She said nothing to that. No point in encouraging his nonsense.

“Y/N…” he stepped closer, steadying himself on the countertop. Diego did not touch her, remaining far enough away to not make contact, but she could see his hand trembling, even twitch as though to take her own. “You’re so beautiful.”

“Stop.”

“You don’t get it - but - w-what’s that dumbass song? You dunno...what makes you beautiful! And-”

“-I swear, I-

“An-and you funny, and sweet-”

“-shut up now,” she hissed. Y/N finally came to her senses and shifted away, retreating back into the living room. Out of the corner of her eye, she watched Diego try and stop her with his hand, but she skirted from the touch easily enough. “Stop saying this stuff, please.”

“B-but I need to tell you-”

-but she was not about to let him continue, not for a second. “I’m not doing this with you tonight. You’re drunk, you’re not thinking and you need to rest before you go on too much. Okay?”

His face fell, head tilted slightly to one side like a sad puppy. “But I….I...I lo-”

“-I know what you’re going to say, trust me. You’re going to compliment me and say all this sweet stuff, say you care and that you l-love me, even,” her voice trembled on the last syllables, “but I know you don’t mean any of it. And it’s not your fault, you’re drunk and not thinking and I don’t blame you, but I don’t want to hear all these things that aren’t true.”

“They are true.”

Y/N shook her head, chuckling sadly. “It’s okay. Okay? We’re good friends and sometimes you say stupid stuff when you’re drunk - I mean, you know I do. Your thing is just professing your non-existent feelings towards me. But look, it’s late and I do want to sleep, and you need to.”

Diego stepped forward, out of the kitchen and towards where Y/N stood. His brows were furrowed, but his face was still relaxed - at least not holding tight to the mask his sober counterpart clung to. Even in the shitty lighting, basked in shadows, he looked beautiful and it hurt to even look his way.

“No, no, I mean it.”

He moved closer, swaying ever so softly yet remaining on his feet all the same. One hand trembled and moved out, gently caressing her forearm with his fingers. His eyes slipped from hers to her lips, hesitating there. His hand drew away, but his body crept closer, eyes trained on her face, wishing for a connection that she would never allow him to make.

Once more, she shook her head. Without even thinking, she reached out to touch him, quickly moving the hand to his shoulder as though it was always meant to be supportive. “It’s okay. You won’t even remember this happened in the morning.”

“Bullshit.”

“Diego…”

Still, he remained firm in his belief, frowning down at her in what looked almost like concentration. “You think I could forget? I always remember. I ‘member everything with you.”

“No, you don’t. But it’s sweet, maybe a little cheesy but s’still sweet that you’re pretending otherwise.”

“You don’t g-get it, Y/N!”

No, he did not get it. He never did, at least not when absolutely hammered out of his normally quite logical mind. And there was no point in even bothering explaining herself to him, because he would forget until the next encounter when he would sing her praises before promptly forgetting all about how he toyed with her heart. She could count all the times off on her fingers, and sure he never did it on purpose, but that did not mean it did not hurt.

Y/N turned away, unable to look him in the eyes any longer. The sobs were coming and she would be damned if she cried right then, at least in his view. She choked back her tears and sighed. “Look. I care a whole lot about’cha. More’n you could ever know. And I’m fine with us just being friends, I’m not going to force you into loving me or shit like that. But I don’t want to keep hearing you say that you care about me, lying and toying with me like that because it does hurt, knowing you’re never gonna mean that. So please, for the love of whatever fucking deity runs this universe, go to bed and let’s just stop talking about this.”

With that, she stormed out, leaving him swaying by the couch. Y/N slammed her bedroom door and fell against it, freeing her tears to drip waterfalls down her reddened cheeks. She could hear him say something out there, but tried to pay it no mind. He had all he needed, and honestly she might do something stupid if she stayed out there too long.

At least that time had not been as bad. He only did this sometimes, but when it was done, it was long and convoluted compliments that a wannabe Shakespeare might declare poetry. One time, he even dared to try and kiss her, but she quickly made sure to cut him off. He was too drunk to comprehend his actions, but she knew that he would not want to wake up and know that he had kissed her. It was not fair to him and not fair to herself, either.

Y/N buried her head in her arms, propped up on her knees, and groaned through her tears. She should have just risked taking him home.

    ───

SHE ENDED UP NOT SLEEPING MUCH, not until five A.M hit. But after that, her eyes would finally slide shut and she would not open them until it was almost afternoon. Not that Y/N had planned on sleeping that late, but hell - it was a Saturday and it had been a worser Friday night than planned. She had earned a couple extras wasted on sleep.

Y/N yawned and slipped out of the bed, rubbing at her eyes to dispel the sleep. She still felt exhausted, probably due to the tears and high emotional run from the night before, but it had done at least some good. She felt more prepared to face the day, whatever it brought.

She found her apartment strangely empty, however. It was as though no one else had ever been there. She frowned, looking about as though Diego was hiding from her, but it was just her, as far as she could discern. And the only evidence of him ever being there came from the bottle of pills she had left out for him, pinning down a single piece of notepaper.

Y/N hurried to read what he had written for her, but was left feeling even more empty than before. What little he had wrote was vague, a simple ‘I’m sorry’ scrawled across in big letters, followed by his first initial. Not even his full name, as though he had been in a hurry to scurry off. Maybe he had been.

She folded the single paper and tossed it into the trash. Whatever it meant, he was not there to explain - but anyway, she could at least guess at the meaning and understand. If he was not there in the morning, he was either busy or could not bear to be there any longer, eager to flee. Not that she really blamed him. But still, it was odd.

Just before Y/N could begin her (albeit late) morning routine, there was a knock. For a moment, she debated just ignoring it and continuing on, but the raps sounded again and then once more, sounding more and more insistent as they went on. She was resigned to answering, grumbling under her breath about the bad nature of whoever’s visit and that ‘one day, she would have more balls to just ignore the knocks’.

She ripped open the door. “What-” her eyes drifted up, and Y/N stilled, lips forming a tiny ‘o’ in shock at the face that stood before her. “...Oh.”

A/N: May or may not be based on real life experiences (I’m an affectionate drunk, oops). Let me know if you’d be interested in a part two. :)

[inevitably-johnlocked]

if you had to recommend one fic only, the best fic you know that you think everyone should read, what would it be?

Ohh. This is a toughie. Hmm. Well, I answered a similar question here recently about my favourite fic, so AHHHH as everyone’s tastes are different, I can’t really say “YOU HAVE TO READ THIS FIC OR I WILL SHAME YOU FOREVER” so.... the diplomatic answer I will give is: whatever makes you happy!

BUT if you want to know the “fics everyone is always talking about” I got two lists for that:

Top Five Fandom Fics on Ao3, Plus 1M Hit Fic

Fandom Favourites / Popular Fics

So yeah, you can check those out ;) They’re both a bit older, because I have read some of the fics in the MFL section on the second post, AND there are new fandom classics being written RIGHT NOW, so yeah, it’s always changing, LOL

And if you REALLY want to see what I enjoy reading, check out page one of my Fic Rec Masterpost

Remember, fiction is subjective, and the stuff some of y’all adore with a passion, I just... can’t get into them. And stuff I like, I’ve had people tell me that they don’t like my recs, so *shrugs*

Cheers, Nonny!

[the-fiction-witch]

The Kitchen Girl P1/2

TV SHOW DOCTOR WHO

COUPLE TIMOTHY LATIMER (AGE UP) X READER

RATING SMUT + ADORABLE

(not sure why but there is so little interested in this character like almost everyone else tbs plays gets attention but not Tim so let's try and give him some attention)

I stood shivering in the uniform that was far too big for me, my feet in a little hole of snow, clumps of snow in my hair. 

My mother held my hand and my father finished up talking with the headmaster, All while I looked at this huge old school.

"Come Along Anna" my father sighed tugging on her arm 

"No, it's not fair" she argues holding my hand tighter

"Anna let go,he has to go" my father warned her 

"Please he can start next year Please William" she pleads 

"Enough" he says forcing her hand away from me "goodbye Timothy, we'll see you at Christmas" 

"I'll write you every week darling" my mother said almost in tears 

"It's time to get inside and get settled" the headmaster said putting his hand on my shoulder and pulling me away from my parents "don't worry Mrs Latimer, they'll be home in no time a model military boy" he explained pushing me inside the building even if my mother cried-

I woke up in a Cold sweat, my breaths sharp and jagged as I sat up in the pure darkness, my body feeling the icy chill of the open window beside my bed. I turned, placing my feet on the frozen stone floor listening to the rain outside the window and the snores of the boys I share with. I quickly put my shoes on and wrapped a shirt around my body doing it up as I left the room as quietly as I could. Hurrying down the equally cold and dark corridors with only the sounds of my feet across the floor and the rain hitting the walls and roof.

Till I reached the little bathroom door opening it and shutting it quickly behind me standing on the stone floor leaning against the sink and mirror while I let my eyes clear and my head wake up a little.

I reached for my pijama pocket pulling out my silver watch, my finger even in the faint darkness trailing the alien text engraved on the fob. I opened it seeing the time reading a quarter to five the rain falling down the window in the pale light outside casing the reflection of the running water down the picture I had secured to the inside of the watch. The photo of my mother, in her favorite blue chair I remember vividly from playing beside as a child while she would knit in the few times I was allowed to before my father would force me away. Even in the photo her smile long faded and her face sickly, I remember so little of her anymore the few memories I have of her when my father wasn't around.

I shut the watch tightly not wanting to think about my father, of him forcing me here even if I beg him almost weekly to let me come home, but he insists I stay. I blame him in some ways for what happened to her knowing he could have done more but he chose not to and because of him I never saw my mother alive again after the day they left me here. 

I gathered myself and left the bathroom light from outside slowly starting to crawl into the school. I wandered the hallowed halls for a while trying to make myself tried. I hated this place, I hated everything about it, the teachers are mean to me, the other boys beat me, the food makes me sick, I'm almost always tired and exhausted morning noon and night. After Mr Smith left everything went downhill, I wanted to be anywhere but here.

I heard a song that began to relax my nervous aching body, the little singing of a tune the church organ plays some Sundays in a voice that sounded as smooth and sweet as honey and milk. I creeped a little around the corner seeing the flicker of lights inside a room the door opened a crack where I could see the young girl who works here, well I say young she's a year or so younger than me and a harder worker the anyone, she and another lady where who replaced Martha and that poor lady. She cooks and cleans and does anything else people ask of her, and I couldn't deny I had grown rather fond of her and may have even developed a little crush on her. But I had kept it a secret, I didn't want to think what would happen if the other boys found out about it, not so much what they would do to me they would simply tease me maybe give me a beating for daring to think that way, but I feared more of what they would do to her if they all knew I liked her and that just wouldn't be fair. I smiled gently listening to her singing while she did whatever it was she was doing but the door opened and I had no time to hide away and she saw me as she stood with a tray of tea and toast she looked fixing a few strands of her hair where they had fallen from her bun fixing them behind her ear as she gently smiled and curstyed "Good morning Master Latimer, you're up early this morning sir" 

"Good morning miss y/l/n, I didn't mean to disturb you, I couldn't sleep is all" I answered trying to hide my blush she smiled back and giggled 

"It's no mind Master Latimer, if you like I'll make you a little cup of tea to help you get back to sleep?" She offered

"No thank you, it's alright" I told her "I'm awake now" I shrugged 

"Well alright" she smiled shutting the door and starting to head off with her tray walking past me "I won't be a moment, just delivering the headmaster's breakfast, when I get back I'll make you some toast and a little strawberry jam" she winked before heading off upstairs.

I smiled blushing hard but I did wait for her to get back, she wasn't long and she let me inside the little room shutting the door behind us, she stood making the breakfasts for the teachers and matron all who were still asleep letting me sit on the counter while she worked.

"Why are you having so much trouble sleeping? Are the boys kicking you out for room again?" She asks 

"No" I smiled

"They better not have a fox in there again" she warns 

"They don't y/n" I laughed "I don't know why I can't sleep" 

"Are you having bad dreams again?" she asks and I nodded fiddling with my fingers "About your mother again?" She asks and I nod 

"I remember so little off her nowadays, it's a shame most of what I remember keeps me up at night" I explain 

"Ohh Timothy" she said Sadly stopping her work to rest her hand on my own "you know she'd be proud of you, I'm sure whenever she is she's still keeping an eye on you" she explained before returning to her work 

"She'd be happy no matter what I did" I laughed "not like my father, he won't be happy till I'm a major with a wife and four children" I explain

"Well… you could always run away and join the circus become a fortune teller" she laughed 

"Y/n I'm serious" I laughed 

"So was I" she jokes putting her hands on her hips "you are very good at telling the future, you'd make a pretty penny as a fortune teller" she explained starting to butter toast and put jam on them 

"You really think so?" I asked 

"Of course I do" she smiled

"Would… you come with me?" I asked and she smiled as she looked up from her work 

"If you wanted me too" she says before handing me a bit of toast with some jam 

"Y/n I'm not supposed to, jam is only meant for teachers" I argue and she giggled

"Knowone is going to miss three pieces of toast worth of jam" she says handing me the little tea plate with two more equally covered in jam "our little secret" she smiled before taking a tray and going of to give it to another teacher.

I stood out on the field, my ears echoing with the harsh sound of the guns, and of the teachers shouting orders to us. I wanted nothing to do with it and had planned to run off to my usually hiding space but the boys found me heading there and pushed me along to class. 

Soon enough the boys moved and I did as I was told leaning on the floor beside the gun feeding the track of bullets while another boy fired it, I hated being so close to it, my mind started to wonder to nicer things mostly the little chat I had with y/n a few mornings ago still making me smile even now but the gun stopped suddenly.

"Sir! He's doing it again" he complained "Sir permission to take Latimer out for another beating?" He asked 

"Granted" the teacher agreed and before I could argue him and the other boys from my dorm grabbed hold of me forcing me to walk around the back of the school, I tried to bundle myself against the wall trying not to scream or cry in pain till they moved away spitting on me as they went back to there lesson so I sighed and slowly picked myself up and headed inside.

As I did, I saw y/n knelt down cleaning the floor but she saw me and looked shocked 

"Master Latimer, what happened?" She asks getting up and looking at my eye "I'll take you to the matron" she says 

"No, I'll be alright" I argue 

"Come on you need to sit down" she says tugging me into a room making me sit on a little bed as she started checking on my eye that was slowly becoming a bruise "what happened?" She asks 

"The boys beat me up" I said 

"Why did they do that?" She asks

"I wasn't paying attention to the lesson so the boys beat me up" I explained while she cleaned up my eye 

"You really should go to the matron" she says 

"If I go to her she'll put like iodine on me" I complain 

"Well alright" she smiled "where else did they hit you?" She asks as she finished up with my eye 

"I'm alright y/n I really am" I told her but she was having none of it and continued to fix up my various cuts and bruises "thank you" I smiled 

"You're welcome Timothy" she smiled giving my cheek a little kiss which made me a little shocked and glowing a bright red "go on, head back to class" she said so I smiled and headed back to class.

 I stood watching the boys play football on the field knowone ever wanted me on their team so I would always be on the sidelines only coming in if someone got hurt.

The mist thick over the full grey fields, the dew still on the grass that hadn't yet been walked on, the cold feeling in the air as winter was coming soon, occasionally a few drops of cold rain would fall. I knew soon we would be getting snow and my skinny body would freeze though the uniform. I saw out the corner of my eye y/n just heading out somewhere with her jacket and basket I wanted to go with her but I knew I wouldn't be allowed but I went over anyway 

"Morning Master Latimer" she smiled 

"Morning Miss y/l/n, where uhh where are you headed this morning?" I stuttered 

"Just into town for some things" she smiled letting me walk with her "how's your eye doing?" She asks 

"It's okay, healing fine, shove better in a couple more weeks" I explain trying not to shiver as a cold wind picked up 

"Are you alright?" She asked 

"Uhh yeah, I just… I feel the cold, more than most" I answered

"Oh you poor thing, well maybe once the boys are finished there football you can go in for a cup or tea, or a hot bath sir" she suggested 

"I could" I nodded 

"I could always make you some hot chocolate when I get back" she smiled 

"It's alright y/n really," I laughed

"Are you sleeping any better?" She asks 

"Not really, I assumed you knew that from the amount of them I've been spending with you lately" I laughed

"Maybe you should sleep somewhere else, away from the boys?" She says as we got to the little gate to the road and pathways to town "perhaps you could come snuggle at the foot of my bed next time you can't sleep Timothy" she laughed as she went out the gate shutting it behind her keeping me here on the other side rather in shock "see you later" she smiled giving my cheek another kiss and heading down the path to town waving at me as she went so I waved back and returned to the football before someone saw I was missing.

I sat down just as another boy came off sitting down and having a rest where they swapped him out for another boy 

"Where did you scarper off to Latimer?" Hutchinson said his gruff tone indicating he didn't really want me to give him the answer

"Ohh… just to the bathrooms" I lied trying not to look at him 

"Poppy cock you little bastard now where did you go?" He asked grabbing my wrist and twisting it 

"Nowhere important I swear" I lied trying desperately not to admit the truth 

"Fine" he sighed Letting me go "I know Latimer" he whispered to me 

"What? Know what?" I asked in panic 

"Ohh yes Latimer, I know all about your little strumpet" 

"My what?" 

"I know All about that little girl of yours, that little kitchen girl. Mummy and daddy will be thrilled there little darling shacking up with the help" he laughs "relax I won't tell" he winked 

"How did you find out?" I asked 

"Not like you exactly kept it a secret, sneaking out all hours of the night and the Early morning, coming back with lipstick on your face, you honestly think people weren't going to figure it out" he laughs

"When have I come back with lipstick on my face?" I asked in shock and fear 

"You have a lipstick kiss on your cheek right now Latimer" he laughs 

I rubbed my cheek where y/n kissed me and I did Indeed have a lipstick mark there so I kept rubbing it away using a little dew from the grass to wipe it off 

"How did you get a cutie like her to be interested in you?" He asked 

"I don't know" I shrugged With a laugh "I don't think I did anything…" 

I sat on my bed, the boys at gun practice, I had managed to sneak away today so I sat on my bed cleaning my clothes listening to the guns outside my window. The door opened and I ducted under in fear of someone seeing me but I heard the general humming so I peaked out from under my bed seeing y/n stood fixing the beds 

"Ohh it's just you" I sighed in relief sitting back on my bed but I made her jump her hand to her chest 

"Ohh you startled me Master Latimer" she blushed 

"Sorry, it's alright it's just me" I smiled "did you want to sit for a moment?" I offered patting beside my bed 

"I'm alright thank you" she smiled 

"Y/n, you've been on your feet since four this morning I know you have, come sit with me just for a moment" I plead and she laughed putting her work down and sitting beside me on my little metal framed bed 

"I haven't seen you in a while, I was starting to wonder if you didn't want to see me anymore" she says 

"Ohh no y/n never, I just… one of the boys saw you left a lipstick mark on my cheek last we spoke" I explain "I didn't want anyone to find out"

"Find out what?" 

"About… how I feel about you" I blushed "I just don't want anything bad to happen"

"What could happen?" 

"Y/n, if the boys found out how I felt about you, they'd never leave me alone, you think I get the shit kicked out of me now imagine if they knew about this, and… they wouldn't leave you alone, they'd bother you, touch you just to upset me, and if the headmaster found out you'd lose your job" I explain "so I stayed away from you… just for a while so knowone figured it out"

"Aww Timothy" she smiled "I'm sure it'll be okay" she smiled holding my hand gently 

"I just worry"

"I know, your a little worrier" she laughed kissing my head "I still like spending time with you Timothy"

"I like spending time with you too y/n" 

"Besides how bad could it be that the boys find out you like chatting with the kitchen girl?"

"It's not the chatting I'm worried about"

"Then what?"

"Y/n? I really like you,"

"Aww I like you too" she laughed

"No I mean… like-like you" I blushed squeezing her hand "like a crush on you…"

"Awww Timothy" she giggled "I knew" she smiled kissing my cheek "I like you too" 

"Y/n? Could I kiss you?" I asked looking at her lips 

"Sorry Timothy, I have to finish my work" she smiled putting her fingers on my chin to make me look back at her eyes "later" she winked 

I woke up again, the daylight not even a hint yet in the sky as the storm raged, the boys all fast asleep and it was so dark I couldn't read my watch. I got up slipping some things on getting half dressed into my pants and shirt, I didn't have my shoes as I didn't want to make much noise walking around the school,  before I snuck out and walked around the corridors rubbing my eyes snapping my suspenders onto my shoulders as I did, I yawned walking the corridors like a ghost or a zombie. 

"Pssst" I heard making me stop short a little confused "PPpssssssttt" I heard again 

"Hu?" I said allowed 

"Timothy" the voice said in a hushed whisper I began to get freaked out assuming it was a ghost or something but I followed the voice down a long corridors the darkness broken only by a flash of lightning every so often coming in through the window I followed the voice deeper into the school before I saw the window cashing a little light into the hallway and as I looked to the window a flash of lightning outside revealed a haunting figure I went to scream but something put a hand over my mouth and in the closeness and that my eyes were beginning to adjust I saw

 "y/n?" 

"Hi Timothy" she giggled taking her hand away completely

"You crazy girl you scared me" I laughed quietly giving her a little hug 

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The Paper Boy - Chapter Five

Sorry for the break in between chapters. Took a second to squeeze this one out of my brain and onto the keyboard.

A03 is here

School. It was back. Summer was over and it was back to the daily grind of homework, teachers and chores. Truth be told, the chores hadn’t really stopped over the break, but now there was more of a routine to the rest of Jamie’s day. The only thing that made him spring out of bed on the first day of school was the one and only Claire Beauchamp.

Jamie had promised to walk with her to school, introduce her to a few more people, and that he wouldn’t leave her side. She laughed at that and asked if she could at least have some privacy in the bathroom. He had conceded that yes, that was probably for the best.

School. Sixth-year. His final year. The year that he was supposed to make decisions about his future (as if they hadn’t already been made for him). His father and his sister wanted him to buckle down, make good grades, no distractions- academia, this was his year.

His mates wanted to have a good time. They wanted to have a laugh, play as many sports as possible, make a mess, get in trouble, flirt with pretty girls; live while they were young.

Claire. Jamie wasn’t sure what Claire wanted. She wanted a friend- of that Jamie was sure and he was only too willing to fill that role in her life, if not something more.

—

He rushed through his morning chores, feeding the horses and chickens by throwing handfuls of feed in their general direction before sprinting over to the pigs to lob last nights scraps into the pen. Jamie scoffed down a piece of toast in the shower- which was not a good idea for both taste and practicality- but it did save time. Jamie swung his heavy backpack over his shoulder, the second hand books thumping him across the back as he called goodbye to his father and sister. Both of whom were sitting together at the kitchen table, grinning at each other at Jamie’s apparent eagerness to start the new school year, though Jamie didn’t see it. He had somewhere to be.

Jamie rode his bike to Claire’s house as fast as his legs would carry him. He was running late. Or at least, late by Jamie’s standards. He’d wanted to get their early and have a relaxing ride so he didn’t turn up red-faced and sweaty. Instead the early morning sun beat down on the back of his neck and he could feel the sweat gathering at his hairline.

—

He finally made it to Claire’s house and took some time wiping his face on his school uniform and digging the can of deodorant out of his bag and dousing himself to disguise his nerves and the effort of the bike ride.

Jamie brushed his hair out of his face (his sister said he needed a haircut, but he quite liked it long) and carefully parked his bike inside Claire fence. He took a deep breath and was about to go to the front door and knock when a voice called his name.

Dottie Ables, the sixty-something town gossip was calling out to Jamie.

“Morning Mrs Ables,” Jamie greeted as she made her way over to him.

“Jamie, lad. How are ye this morning?” Dottie asked sweetly, although she wasn’t looking at Jamie. She was looking at the house behind him.

“Well, thank you.” Jamie shifted uncomfortably on his toes. Dottie was one of the worst gossips in the town; she always had something to talk about- which was saying something in a town where hardly anything happened.

“Yer ready for school then? Yer first day, is it no’?” Dotties eyes flickered over to Jamie briefly but it was clear that her interest was much more directed to the house behind him.

“It is,” Jamie answered. He didn’t want to say anything that would make the rounds through the town, twisting and turning until it wasn’t even remotely close to the truth. Saying nothing was better. Let them think he was shy or stupid.

“Ye lookin’ forward to it? New school mates and so on?” Dottie wasn’t even bothering to look at Jamie now. In fact, she took a step to the side to see the Beauchamp’s house better.

“Aye, summer has to end at some time.” Jamie shifted slightly so that he was standing directly in front of her again, forcing her to look up at him.

“Ohh aye, ye ken I used to be young once-” Dottie stopped mid sentence as the front door behind Jamie opened.

Lamb standing in a tweed fluffy dressing gown, slippers on his feet and a steaming cup of (what Jamie assumed to be) coffee in his hands.

“Jamie lad, I thought I heard you pull up. Fancy some breakfast?”

Jamie couldn’t help the smile that came to his face at seeing Lamb. Jamie had always thought that Lamb’s hair was perfectly straight in contrast to his niece, but looking at him now assured Jamie that was not the case.

Lamb’s hair was spiked, wavy and very much all over the place. It looked like the man had just rolled out of bed and Jamie wasn’t entirely sure that he hadn’t.

Dottie, who was blocked from Lamb’s view by Jamie suddenly cleared her throat and Jamie jumped in surprise, forgetting that she was there.

“Mornin’” she called loudly, wanting to be seen with no room to not be heard.

Lamb yawned widely as Dottie moved into view. Rubbing a hand over his face and smiling brightly Lamb called out a “good morning” before promptly turning around and going back inside.

Jamie could hear that it wasn’t at all an acceptable response by Dotties’ standards as she huffed as Jamie took a step toward the house.

“Does’na even greet his neighbours. How do ye like tha’?” Dottie grumbled as Jamie headed towards the open front door. He was sure that Lambert Beauchamp was going to be the hot topic at the next coffee catch up with the locals.

—

“Claire will be down in a moment. She’s just getting dressed,” Lamb said as he tried and failed to flip a pancake with the pan. “Should stick to the spatula,” he grumbled, binning the sloppy half cooked mess before pouring more batter into the pan.

“Do ye always cook pancakes in the mornin’,” Jamie asked curiously, watching Lamb move about the kitchen, pulling various condiments and spreads (jam, chocolate spread, maple syrup, and for some reason- mustard) from the cupboards and refrigerator.

“Goodness no,” Lamb laughed as he placed a bottle of brown sauce in front of Jamie. “Only on special occasions. First day of a new school warrants a special occasion, wouldn’t you think?”

Jamie wasn’t sure if the question was rhetorical but nodded in response anyway.

There was an awkward pause between them as Lamb continued to cook and Jamie sat at the table waiting for Claire. Jamie was never really sure what to say to Claire’s Uncle. It seemed like sometimes Lamb was more than willing to launch into a conversation with rapt attention, no matter the subject. And others, Lamb was vague and unresponsive, as if he was somewhere else entirely. Jamie watched him flip pancakes and tried to see if he could figure out what mood Lamb was in.

Footsteps thumping down the staircase brought Jamie out of his inspection of Lamb and he turned to see Claire enter the kitchen.  

Jamie could honestly say that he didn’t care for school uniforms. He knew that some of the lads in his class spoke about how the girls looked in it, in the white blouses and the black skirts. Especially the girls that rolled their skirts so that they were shorter than what was strictly allowed. He’d never really understood what the lads saw in the girls that were purposefully flirting and trying to change their uniforms to be more appealing. To Jamie, it was just another article of clothing to put on. It was what he wore to school. He wore his jersey when playing rugby. He wore his farm clothes when he was doing his chores.

He never understood the fantasy some of the lads with the school girl uniforms. They’d shown Jamie some pictures of girls with their tits bursting out of their tops and skirts that were little more than a scrap of cloth, and all Jamie had thought was how impractical it was and how uncomfortable it must be. It was hot, of course, the pictures were designed to be provocative, but aside from Jamie's natural hormonal reaction, he didn't understand the fantasy of it all.

That was, until, Claire Beauchamp walked into the kitchen. She was struggling with the black and red tie, her hair was in looser ringlets than usual and her crisp white shirt and perfectly ironed black skirt fit her to perfection. Jamie felt his mouth run dry and he was sure he had made some kind of strangled choking noise before swiftly turning to hide his lower body under the table, lest he shame himself and Claire this early in the morning. Good lord. Early in the morning. That’s what he told himself. It was just because it was early in the morning.

“Lamb, I can’t work out this tie.”

Jamie could hear the frustration in Claire’s voice but he didn’t dare turn around.

“Have a seat, Bumblebee. I’m sure Jamie can help.”

Unsexy thoughts. Unsexy thoughts. Auntie Jocasta’s knees. Cold Rugby practises. Jamie took a deep breath trying to calm his racing heart. Claire had no idea of the effect that she had on him. Mucking out the stables.

“Morning,” Claire said brightly as she sat next to him. “Can you help?”

Jamie finally turned to smile at her and felt his heart skip a beat. Her cheeks were flushed with her frustrations and the tie was hanging limply around her neck as she waited for his assistance.

“First time with a tie?” Jamie asked, loosening his own.

“My last school didn’t have ones you had to tie yourself. It used to clip on.”

“Clip on?” Jamie made a disgusted sound and Claire giggled. “Hand it over and I’ll tie it.”

Claire slipped the material from around her neck and handed it to Jamie with a sigh.

Jamie put it around his neck and tied it quickly before handing it back to Claire.

“Do it again. I need to learn how to do it,” Claire said with a huff pushing the blasted material back to him.

Jamie grinned and undid his work before slowly retying the tie several times as Claire watched him

Claire tried and the tail came out about four inches longer than the front and she groaned in frustration before trying again.

“There, how's that?” She asked, straightening it and holding out her arms in triumph. It wasn’t the best work that Jamie’d ever seen but she certainly had tied it.

“Perfect,” he said as Lamb set down a mountainous stack of pancakes in front of them.

“You look smashing, Bumblebee,” he said as he took a seat opposite them and immediately started eating.

Claire rolled her eyes before picking up a pancake of her own and smothering it in maple syrup.

—

Jamie found himself quite enjoying breakfast with Lamb and Claire (and it wasn’t just because Claire looked bonnie in her uniform).

Once breakfast had started, Lamb launched into a few stories from his archeology digs and it seemed as though he had a tale for every occasion. A natural born storyteller, he could have been a Scot. Claire ate her breakfast in relative silence only speaking to amend or add details to Lamb’s story.

“Lamb, we have to go,” Claire said from the sink as she and Jamie washed the dishes, interrupting Lamb’s extremely interesting story of excavating an Indian Tomb back in the nineties.

“Yes of course. You have everything? Your books? Your lunch? Have I forgotten anything?” Lamb immediately jumped into action, lifting different condiments on the table, half expecting Claire’s textbook to be hiding underneath.

“No I have it all,” Claire answered as she dried her hands on Jamie’s teatowel. “But we really need to be going.”

“Are you sure you don’t want me to drive you? I’m more than happy to,” he offered holding a bottle of maple syrup in one hand and a bottle of lemon juice in the other. He quickly put the bottles down on the table and wiped his hands on his dressing gown. He looked lost and Jamie had a vague memory of his mother and father looking at him the same way when it was his first day of school.

“It’s five minutes down the road. I’m sure that we can manage. Jamie can show me the way.”

Lamb looked over to Jamie who nodded enthusiastically in return, “Aye sir, Lamb. I’ll make sure we get there safely.”

“Alright then.” Lamb seemed appeased and clapped his hand enthusiastically. “Well, have a great first day, Claire. Come home if you need to… and I suppose… I suppose I will see you this afternoon when you get home.”

“Thanks, Uncle Lamb. I’m sure it will be fine.” Claire smiled briefly at her Uncle before picking up her school bag, swinging it across her back and looking back at Jamie expectantly. “Ready then?”

“Aye,” Jamie nodded and together they left the house.

--

It was mayhem. The younger kids were in tears, the slightly older kids were trying to escape their overprotective parents and the seniors were causing general disruptions wherever they could. Jamie could feel Claire tense up beside him as they approached the gates. Somewhere along the walk she had tied her hair out of her face and her hands automatically fluffed over her hair, trying to flatten it.

“Don’t worry, Sassenach. I will’na let ye out of my sight,” Jamie said as his name was called over the general shouts, laughter and sounds of the other children.

“I know, I know,” Claire reassured him, though her voice wobbled with nerves. “It’s just… it’s a lot of people.”

“Come,” Jamie said holding out his hand to her, “I’ll introduce ye to some of my mates.”

Claire looked between Jamie’s hand and his face nervously. Whatever she had seen there seemed to fortify her and she took his hand. Jamie could feel her shaking and vibrating with nerves but all he could really concentrate on was the fact that she was holding his hand and that she trusted him. He was sure that he was blushing, but right at that moment, he didn’t particularly care.

--

“Aye, who’s this then?” Angus Mohr called out as Jamie and Claire approached. “Ye’ve got yerself a wee girlfriend then lad? No wonder ye’ve been ignoring us all summer.”

“I have’na been ignorin’ ye,” Jamie shook his head, still very much aware that Claire was gripping his hand tightly.

“Ye just did’na want to see us then? Is that it?” Ruper interrupted, taking a step closer to Claire. “Rupert MacKenzie, Jamie’s better looking cousin. Pleasure to meet ye.”

“Claire Beauchamp.” Claire’s voice was soft and it felt like Jamie’s fingers were about to fall off with the pressure she was exerting on them- he wouldn’t have had it any other way.

“This is Angus, all round eejit and attention hoor,” Rupert continued as Angus wiggled his eyebrows suggestively at her.

“Pleasure.”

“So, ye had to go all the way to England to get a lass to fancy ye then, Jamie Lad?” Rupert laughed with gusto. “Ye’ve never fancied any of the lasses in our year so ye had to travel abroad. Angus thought ye might be swingin’ the other way.”

“Claire just moved here. Walter Sturart’s house. I’ve been showin’ her round.” Jamie ignored the second part of Rupert's ribbing.

Both Angus and Rupert crossed their hearts at the mention of Walter Stuart and Jamie felt Claire relax slightly.

“Weel, yer in better company than just a Jamie here now, lass,” Rupert went on after a respectful pause for the deceased Walter Stuart. “Havin’ no one but Jamie to show ye ‘round all summer. Must have been a bore.”

“It wasn’t so bad,” Claire answered.

Jamie could hear a slight warble in her voice as she spoke but at least she wasn’t trying to crush his fingers any more.

“Here comes Geillis and Mary,” Angus hissed from behind Rupert and Jamie noticed Rupert stand a little straighter and puff out his chest.

“So Rupert did fancy Geillis, then,” Jamie grinned to himself. Seeing Rupert's cheeks flame as the two girls approached as he called out in greeting, Jamie wondered if that’s what he looked like when he looked at Claire.

“Who this then?” Geillis asked as they approached and Claire took a nervous step behind Jamie, trying to hide herself.

“Claire, she’s just moved here over the summer,” Jamie introduced Claire as she seemed to shrink back into herself.

“I’m Geillis, this is Mary,” Gellis introduced happily, seemingly unaware of Claire’s nerves. “So I guess we ken where Jamie’s been hidin’ all summer then. Had to go all the way to England to find a lass that will put up wi' ye then?” She laughed at her own joke and Rupert joined in as if it was the funniest thing he’d ever heard, despite making the exact same joke seconds before the girls had arrived.

“As I was just sayin’ to the lads, I was’na hidin’. I was workin’,” Jamie defended again, although why he was giving them any kind of excuse, he didn’t know.

“Aye, aye, yer paper route,” Geillis waved away his comment with her hand. “I’m sure that kept ye up till all hours.”

“Ye ken I live on a farm, aye?” Jamie asked sarcastically. He could feel Claire relaxing again, though she was still partially hidden behind him.

Geillis scoffed and rolled her eyes as Angus interrupted whatever her retort was going to be.

“Aye ye do, and I’ve a bone to pick wi’ ye. We usually have the best parties in yer back field and I waited all summer for an invitation that never came.”

“Sorry to inconvenience ye,” Jamie laughed as he pushed Angus’s shoulder playfully. “Good to ken I’m only yer friend for the parties.”

“It’s about time ye apologised,” Angus shoved him back before the bell rang, signalling the start of the new school year.

“Do you know which homeroom you’re in, Claire?” Mary asked in such a soft voice that Jamie barely heard her.

“Oh um,” Claire jolted slightly at being addressed by someone. She dropped Jamie’s hand to pull her school schedule from her bag and Jamie flexed his hand in response. (First- to get the feeling back into his fingers and second- from the feeling of having Claire so casually hold his hand, linked together, a feeling he hoped to repeat several more times.

“Mrs Fox,” Claire read from the trembling paper in her hands.

“Same as us,” Rupert said swinging his backpack onto his shoulders. “Come on then.”

Claire looked up at Jamie with wild panic in her eyes.

“Same as me as well, Sassenach,” he said, seeing her visibly relax. “Ye alright?”

Claire nodded quickly, a few curls coming loose from her hair and it was all Jamie could do, to not gently sweep the hair from her eyes. Eyes that were slightly panicked and running over his face quickly.

“Y’ll be fine. Come on.” Jamie held out his hand again and to his satisfaction, Claire eagerly grabbed it once more.

—

The halls were busy with students pushing past each other, trying to get to class, or stopping and greeting each other and holding up the flow of students. It was mostly thanks to Jamie’s size that he and Claire made it to their homeroom together. Jamie more or less parted the sea of students and Claire followed behind him, gripping the back of his shirt to not lose him in the throng of people.

“Where do I put my bag?” Claire asked as Jamie stopped.

Jamie was pulling his own bag from his shoulders and tossing it carelessly onto the bag racks outside of the room as she asked and she watched him with curiosity before nodding to herself and following suit.

“Do I need anything? Pens, paper?” She asked eagerly as Jamie walked into the room without anything.

“It’s homeroom, Sassenach. Mrs Fox is’na likely to start handin’ out homework.” Jamie smiled at her and a faint blush appeared on her cheeks. “Come on,” he indicated with his head and she followed him nervously.

The desks were set in pairs and Angus, Rupert, Geillis and Mary were sitting in the back left corner waving over to Jamie and Claire. Jamie wove through the desks to pull up his usual space- third from the back, next to the window, spare seat beside him. It hadn’t always been spare. John Grey had sat next to Jamie for most of Jamie’s schooling life until he had transferred back to England after his father passed away. Since he’d gone though, Jamie had mostly sat by himself. His friends would rotate with him if someone was away sick or fighting (not that it happened very often).

He no longer sat alone.

Claire’s fingers were tapping nervously on the desk in front of her and he could feel her knee bouncing and shaking the desk. Jamie turned to face Rupert sitting directly behind him. It was best to leave Claire for a moment to calm her nerves without forcing her into a conversation.

“Do ye think Mr Langford will be such a hard ass this year?” Rupert asked.

Mr Langford- the physical education teacher, was notoriously firm with students. He was also Jamie’s rugby coach.

“He’s not that bad. It’s only ‘cause ye muck about in class that ye get detention,” Jamie answered as Angus scoffed.

“Perfect Jamie. O’ course ye’d say that. Never got a detention in yer life. Not to mention that ye’re his favourite.”

“I’m not his favourite,” Jamie laughed, shaking his head. “I’m just not a complete eedjit.”

Angus was about to retort when Mrs Fox called for the class's attention.

“Good morning everyone. I hope you had a good summer break. I see a new face in our class. Welcome. Now, lets take the roll shall we? See who could’na roll out of bed this morning!.” Mrs Fox said all of this very quickly, nodding over to Claire and causing half the students to turn in their chairs to look at her.

As Mrs Fox read out the list of names, each student responding in turn when their names were called, Claire lent closer to Jamie.

“She’s not going to make me introduce myself to the class, is she?” She whispered, flinching as Angus hollered “PRESENT” from behind her.

“Nah. Homeroom is just for announcements and roll call. I doubt any of the teachers will make ye stand up and introduce yerself. It is’na primary,” Jamie replied shaking his head and seeing her sigh in relief. “Do ye ken yer first class?”

“Yes. It’s English I think.” Claire nodded eagerly. “What about you?”

“English as well I think. Who’s yer teacher?”

“Oh. I don’t know. How many English teachers are there?”

“Weel, there’s different levels of English, dependin’ on yer results from last year,” Jamie explained under his breath as Mrs Fox put away the roll call and started to go through morning announcements.

“Oh.”

“I’m in Higher English wi’ Mr Randall, as are Rupert, Angus, Mary and Geillis and I’m in Advanced Higher Maths with Geillis, but Rupert and Angus are in level 5,” Jamie continued as the speakers crackled to life and the Principal (Mr Worthing) interrupted Mrs Fox and welcomed the students to a new year.

“Oh,” Claire repeated looking downtrodden.

“It’s alright, we’ll look at yer schedule and figure out where yer goin’. Chances are ye’ll have at least one class with one of us.”

“I didn’t even think about different levels, Jamie. I just… Lamb just transferred across my credits and I picked some classes. I didn’t even look at the levels,” Claire said unhappily.

“Most of the time, ye dinna need to,” Jamie tried to reassure her. “The teachers usually look at yer marks and will place ye in the class that suits ye.”

“But what if,” Claire paused and bit her lip. What Jamie wouldn’t give to gently tug it loose from her teeth and kiss her. He shook the thought from his mind as Claire started to speak again. “What if I’m in… one of the lower classes.”

“Lower classes?” Jamie asked in confusion.

“You’re clearly in all the advanced classes. What if I’m in one of the dumb ones?”

Jamie snorted with laughter and Mrs Fox looked up from her list of announcements and frowned at him.

“What?” Claire asked sounding thoroughly put out by Jamie’s reaction.

“Sassenach,” Jamie said shaking his head and smiling at her, “yer one of the smartest lasses I’ve ever met, ye read encyclopaedias in yer spare time- ye’ll be fine.”

Claire blushed prettily before she sat up straighter and squared her shoulders. “I do not read encyclopaedias.”

—-

Jamie was right (of course). When homeroom was excused he and Claire rushed to her bag to check her schedule.

Claire Beauchamp Monday

Period 1 - English (Higher) - Mr Randall

Period 2 - English (Higher) - Mr Randall

Period 3 - Maths (Adv Higher) - Mr Sandringham

Period 4 - Biology (Higher) - Mrs Miller

Period 5 - History (Higher) - Mr Randall

Period 6 - History (Higher) - Mr Randall

“Weel, yer certainly not in any of the easy classes,” Jamie said as he looked over the sheet of paper. “They’re all Higher or Advanced Higher classes.”

“Is that a good thing?” Claire asked nervously as Jamie started to steer them towards their first class.

“Weel, if it helps. English and Math are both with me. I think Gellis is in Biology but I dinna ken who’s in History with ye.”

“You’re not in History?” Claire asked as they arrived at their English class.

“Nah,” Jamie shook his head. “I reckon my Da taught me enough about my families own history. I dinna think I can stomach any more.”

“You’re family history is convoluted then?” Claire asked somewhat sarcastically, though she definitely also sounded eager to hear more.

“Oh, aye. Very much so. Fought in risings. Locked in jails. Outlaws, landowners, prisoners, laird's- There is’na much the Fraser’s have’na done.” Jamie collected his books and pens from his bag and watched as Claire eagerly followed suit.

“Sounds fascinating.”

“I’ll tell ye about it someday. Not now though. Randall’s a right grump when yer late to class. Come on.” He smiled at Claire reassuringly and she returned the smile, following him into the classroom and taking the seat next to Jamie.

--

“Good Morning Everyone.” Mr Randall stood in front of the class, his dark brown eyes running across the faces looking back at him, lingering for a moment over Jamie and Claire before flicking back across the room. “I trust you all had a good summer. Anyone read anything interesting over the break? No? Well, rest assured this year will solve that issue for you. We will be starting the year with 1984 by George Orwell. Read it before? No?” Mr Randall spoke at such a rapid speed that he gave the class no chance to respond before he was moving onto the next point. “Published in 1949,” Mr Randall turned to face the whiteboard and began making bullet points as he spoke. “The year is 1984, as the title suggests, civilisation damaged by war, conflict, revolution. Three super-states rule the world. The world is run by the “Party” with a leader, cult-like status, Big Brother. The book is about conformity, surveillance, and propaganda.”

Jamie had read the book about two years ago. His father was a keen literary and made sure that both Jamie and Jenny had read the “classics”. Jamie glanced over to Claire who was carefully making notes in her book as Mr Randall continued his monologue.

“Have you read it before?” Jamie wrote the words in the top corner of his notebook and slid the page across to Claire. He saw her hand pause briefly from the notes she was taking before she pulled Jamie’s book closer and wrote her reply.

“About a year ago. I did an assignment on it.”

Claire’s writing was clean but angular; each letter on a significant slant.

“Same- read it a while ago too. Maybe you can recycle the assignment.” Jamie wrote back, casually sliding the book back the Claire. He saw her smile and shrug her shoulders slightly before she put went back to taking notes from Mr Randall.

--

“I want you to finish reading the book in the next two weeks. It shouldn’t take long. Don’t fall behind, we will be discussing the themes of each chapter in the coming classes, and it won’t do you any good to not know what the rest of the class is talking about.” Mr Randall had to raise his voice over the sounds of students packing up their belongings as the bell rang.

“Claire, do you mind staying a moment? I’d like a word.”

Jamie stopped as Mr Randall called Claire’s name.

“I’ll wait for ye outside.” Jamie saw Claire tense before she nodded tight lipped and made her way to the front of the room.

--

Jamie packed away his books and paced outside the classroom, waiting for Claire.

Whatever Mr Randall had wanted to say to Claire didn’t take long and she was soon back with Jamie as they walked slowly on their break between classes. Jamie was eating an apple as Claire dug a cheese stick out of her bag.

“What was tha’ about?” Jamie asked through a mouthful of apple.

“Oh, he just wanted to welcome me to the school. Said he knew my Uncle Lamb at Oxford, they went to the same university,” Claire shrugged casually but Jamie could see that there was something else.

“And?” He prompted when Claire didn’t say anything further.

Claire smirked up at him and Jamie felt his heart beat irregularly in his chest. The things that she did to him.

“He also wants to introduce his son to me, Frank. He said that I should look out for him next class and say hi.”

“Ah, Frank,” Jamie said with a sigh.

“What’s wrong with Frank?” Claire asked curiously as Jamie stopped on a bench outside a classroom and took a seat.

“Nothin’ at all,” Jamie shook his head. “I dinna ken him too well to be honest wi’ ye. Seems a bit up-tight sometimes, but I’m sure it is’na easy havin’ yer Da as one of yer teachers."

“I can imagine, I don’t know how I would be if Lamb came to teach history.”

“He keeps to himself mostly, but I can introduce ye if ye like.”

“It’s fine,” Claire waved away the offer. “I’m sure we’ll have a class together somewhere along the line. I don’t need to meet the entire school on the first day.”

“Nah, I suppose not.”

Jamie smiled at Claire.

Claire smiled at Jamie.

She looked so pretty in her school uniform, her earlier nervousness now somewhat dissipated.

“Thank you, for taking me under your wing Jamie. I really do appreciate it,” Claire said softly. “I don’t know how I would have done this morning or any of today without you.”

Jamie shrugged and swallowed heavily before clearing his throat. “It’s no bother, really. I’m glad I could be of assistance. We’re friends aren’t we?”

“Friends,” Claire repeated the word with a soft hum. “Yes, yes we are. I was thinking that-”

Though what she was thinking, Jamie never found out, as Jamie’s name was shouted to him from across the yard and they both looked up to see Laoghaire and her friends making their way towards them.

[mickmarstookmyheart]

Life's a Sick Joke pt 2

Pairing: Mick Mars x Reader

Would like to start from the beginning? Here is Part 1 !

Sidenote: As this story is under construction, I would like to warn you that those chapters which don’t have a proper title are written in the main caharcter’s POV!! Be aware!!! Be awaaare! I hope you will enjoy this storyas I did writing it, have a nice day and feel free to leave marks!

2. After-Meeting Party

"Hey Liz, you forgot your helmet! Don't dare to ride without it." Dylan threw it in your way and you caught it smoothly. You said goodbye to him and ran down the stairs, hoping not to meet any of your neighbors.

You packed your stuff into the bag of your motorbike. It was a beautiful, shining jet black chopper. You've worked your ass off to afford it, but it was way cheaper than a car. Perks, you can easily avoid traffic jams. It was just still February and all, but since you hate public transport, particularly people, you got your helmet on and pulled the leather jacket down your waist.

On your way to the meeting, plenty of things crossed your mind. Firstly, in a couple of months, you will be on the road and travel a LOT with Ozzy Osbourne as the opener group during 'Bark at the Moon' tour. Secondly, how should you behave with the boys and the other members of the staff? Should you joke with them or stay calm and silent and ignore all the witty sentences they will tell? And finally, Mick. You hoped he forgot that little chat between the two of you.

When you got there and finally found a parking lot. You took off your helmet and headed towards the building. Inside you took a look at the big clock and saw that you were half an hour earlier, but you didn't mind. Never have you ever been late from anywhere. I gave a look to that clerk from last time and confidently stepped in the elevator. When you got in front of the office door you hesitated a bit. When you stepped in you said a shy hello to the others who were already there. You sat down at the end of the table and started to read the papers on the desk.

"Hey, don't touch them! It's confidential." At the same moment, you dropped the papers and looked over the man in complete shock. You felt my face burn in embarrassment.

"Oh...I'm so sorry. I didn't know..." You tried to say a proper sentence.

"Just kidding, kid. Don't worry. Anyway, I'm Doc." He approached you and shook hands.

"(Y/N). Nice to finally meet you." You were smiling since you truly meant it. He already managed some bands you liked so much.

"Are you the new makeup artist?" He asked rubbing the back of his head guessing.

"Nope. I'm a photographer. I don't, more like I can't really do anything with makeup." You chuckled remembering your many attempts with make-up. You either ended like a clown or you never saw any difference.

"Ohh so you are the nerd one." Yaaay now they will call you The Nerd™. Cool. "Anyway, I read your CV. Nice qualifications. To be honest I expected an old, skinny man with a big mustache to be the photographer. But it's a pleasant disappointment."

"Thank you. I guess." You said after he left you there.

After he left the room, you let your hair loose and fix it a bit due to the helmet completely ruined it. The only body part you adored was your hair. Well, your hair, generally in the family. All the three of you and your bitch mother had silver, almost platinum white hair.

10 am. Finally. Everybody was present except for the four musicians. Nothing really happened, just discussed things which relate to the staff.

10:30 am. The door opened and the dark knight himself entered the meeting. You tried to avoid eye contact with him so you entertained yourself by the color of the wall and the long, shining glass table in front of you.

"I am sorry." Mick apologized and shut the door after himself. So he is the only one who attended the meeting. Nice.

"So, your interview went well I see." He whispered in your ear as he sat down next to you. Next to you. There were plenty of other seats available, but he had to sit down right there. Yay. Becoming invisible mission failed.

"Yeah...I was surprised, too." You said blushing.

You tried my best, really. You tried to concentrate on the meeting and jot down important information, but every time Doc joked and Mick chuckled or laughed you completely lost control. You always felt his eyes on you. It was frustrating. You cleared your throat more than once as a sign for him to look away but he didn't get it or just didn't want to. Doc started to write on the board the important concert dates and so did you.

"Shouldn't we wait until the boys come?" You chuckled. A girl asked who was sitting in front of you. She was a rookie, too if you had to guess.

"It's very unlikely to happen, dear. They are rockstars and they do whatever they feel like." Doc sighed continuing on the board.

"You know I'm sitting here, right?" Mick asked in a serious tone. Everybody cracked up, including me.

"If you really want to see them, check them at the after-meeting party." Doc told the girl.

"After-meeting party?"

You whispered to Mick.

"Yep. You coming?" He asked leaning closer. His breath was doing things to you.

"I don't know. Maybe. Although, I can't really drink, and party without alcohol isn't a party."

"And what if I won't drink either? That would be fair, right?" He offered in a very dangerous tone, it gave you goosebumps.

"Ohh I can't expect it from you. It's a party overall!"

"I want to be sober when I'm talking to you. I want to remember everything you say and tell me." Your heart skipped a beat.

At the party

"Hey, Mick!!! We didn't expect you to be hereeeee!!" Nikki yelled as he, Tommy, and Vince entered the party. They were all drunk as hell but trying to act sober. You and Mick were sitting at the bar drinking juice and water. Shame.

"Fuck. I didn't know what I was missing. These morons." He placed his face in his hands. Somehow you felt a sudden urge to touch his shoulder to comfort him, but you didn't have the guts to do so.

"And who is this?" The boys approached you and stopped in front of you. Vince eyed from head-to-toe and was grinning. "Nice to meet you, dear. I'm Vince Neil, the singer, and leader of this band."

"Vince, you are the lead singer, not the leader. It's not the same, man." Nikki corrected Vince.

"(Y/N)." He held your hand and placed a kiss on the top of it.

"My lady." Mick just rolled his eyes. You were afraid he might eye-roll himself into another dimension.

"And (Y/N)....what?" Tommy asked curiously.

"I'm sure she is (Y/N) Sixx cause I will fucking marry her, man!" He and his terror twin high-fived while you and Mick just shared a look.

"Wow. That was so original. You don't have better pickup lines?" You asked pulling one of your eyebrows at him.

"Hey, that was good. As me." He winked and with that, he just walked away pretending to be offended.

"I'm Tommy. Tommy Lee. And I really would like to know your surname!! Is it embarrassing or what?" He snickered.

"Well if you look me with those puppet eyes of yours I'm gonna tell ya. My name is (Y/N) Cooper." You sighed and waited for the reaction. Tommy was wide-eyed and already turned towards his bandmates.

"Hey Sixx, Vinnie! This is Alice Cooper's daughter!" You facepalmed since you already knew this will happen. A bunch of idiots.

"No, man. This is the reason I didn't want to tell it. Because you, fucking teenagers will immediately think that I'm a relative of Alice Cooper!!" You snapped and now completely understand Mick's thoughts about them.

"Chills, dude. I'm leaving." Lee held his hands up in defense and left you there with Mick.

"Fucking teenagers" is my line." Mick spoke up after they all left.

"You need to copyright it sometime."

∆Still at the party∆

"So I already know that you like taking pictures. Tell me your story!" You were now on the balcony which was much quieter and peaceful them downstairs. You finally convinced Mick to drink something even if you couldn't. He had a bottle of beer in his hands and was gesturing with it.

"I don't really know what to tell. What do you want to know?" You asked while taking a sip from your water. Water at a party. You couldn't believe it either.

"Well, do you live near here? Children?" He paused for a second. He looked at you from the coach. "Husband?" You smiled at the last question.

"Woah, Woah, Woah. Hold on! One question at once! I can't even remember them. Well, if you really want to know we live 30 minutes from here. We moved here at least four years ago."

"With whom?" He asked while he slowly stood up and leaned on the railing of the balcony beside you.

"With my brother and sister. Woah, now just with my brother, cause Isabelle went to uni. And for that husband topic...I haven't really had any proper relationship, there were mostly jerks, dumps, and idiots, in that order." You looked down and laughed at how miserable you were with relationships. "Also looking after my sister and sometimes my brother is just like having a baby." He chuckled. "And what about you?"

"I have a sister, called Susie and three..."

"Brothers?" You asked back not letting him finish his sentence. Mick already regretted intending to mention his children so it was a good come out.

"Yeah, sure." He said before taking a sip of his booze. He stood closer to you so his shoulder was touching yours. Mick met many girls during his life who were pretty and kind, but when he saw you in the office acting nervous, he knew you will completely turn upside down his whole life.

You hummed from the slight touch and leaned your head on his shoulder. You were admiring the view of the city night and the peaceful quiet. Then something crossed your mind like thunder during a storm.

"Holy shit." You cursed thinking he will kill you.

"What is it?" Mick asked worryingly.

"I forgot to call him, my brother. He will kill me. Sorry, but I gotta go."

"Okay, I will wait here." Mick sighed and thought he fucked it up this time. Maybe this touch and personal questions just scared you away. You headed towards the phonebooth downstairs. You felt terrible leaving Mick there all alone, but your brother must be worried sick, not knowing a thing about you.

You found a phone in the kitchen which was not that quiet. Cool. It ranged at least a million times until he picked it up.

"What kind of meeting lasts for more than 3 hours? I worried sick. Where are you?" He ranted on the phone. He was pretty angry.

"I'm so sorry, Dylan. Time just flew. Currently, I'm in a house party near to the office. It's a so-called after meeting party. Sounds ridiculous, I know." You smiled on the phone.

"Sure, it does. But you aren't drinking, are you? I hope you remember...that thing."

"Yeah I remember and you don't have to remind me all the time. And I'm sober. Anyway, Mick is asking of you."

"So...becoming invisible mission failed?"

"It fucking did."

"Who are you talking to, my dear?" A strangely familiar voice echoed from your back so you turned around. Vince. Dear Satan give you enough strength to handle him.

"Hey, Dylan I have to go, but I will set off soon, I promise. See ya later." And without waiting for his respond you hung up. After putting back the phone you glared at him, not in a mood for his attempts.

"What do you want, Vince?" You asked while heading back to poor Mick.

"Just a kiss from a rose." He stepped in front of you and put his fingers under your chin.

"No way, man! You are wasted and I'm not enough wasted to kiss you. So, please let me go." You wanted to walk beside him back to Mick, but he grabbed your wrist and pulled closer to him. Mick went back to the room and was about to leave this party since he supposed you weren't coming back. It was too long now for just a telephone conversation.

"It's just a kiss. From me. From the fucking lead singer of Mötley fucking Crüe." He whispered in your ear.

"But asshole, I don't give a damn of who you are. And get your hands off me!" You were about to walk away but he crushed his lips on yours. You immediately moved away and punched him in the face. He fell to the floor and held his hand on his face.

"You BITCH! You hit me!!" You stood there in complete shock, not believing what you just did. Everyone was staring at you. Your hand hurt like hell and you just wanted to be somewhere else.

"I'm so sorry. I should...go." You ran out of the bar and got on your bike.

"Hey, (Y/N)! Please wait!" Mick yelled from the door and was approaching you. "Where are you going?"

"Didn't you see what I did? I punched Vince. Actually, he is my boss. I fucked it up." You sighed and was gripping the hand clutch so strong your hand was already white.

"In that case, I'm your boss, too. And what did he do? I just saw that he is on the floor and you are running out."

"He...he tried to kiss me. I told him to stop and go away but he didn't. And after all, he did it and I got furious and hit him." You took a deep breath and looked into his eyes. Mick didn't know what to think at first, he was just amazed at how badass you were and angry as hell about Vince.

"Don't worry. He is so drunk he won't even remember it in the morning." Mick tried to chill you down.

"Are you sure? But what Doc will think? He is angry I guess..." You murmured.

"I think he didn't even notice it. And he won't care if Vince will go to him and cry like a girl who just broke her nails."

You chuckled. He stepped closer and you hugged him. You didn't know why you just needed someone to comfort you. He didn't move for a second. Later he hugged you back and rubbed your back. Mick wanted that moment to last forever, though it felt like a minute. Your strong grip, your smell and your hair in his face were just perfect. You were just perfect.

"Thank you for always being there when I need the most." You wiped your tears away and felt awkward." Sorry, this might sound strange." You sniffed.

"Hey, it's okay and I understand." A long pause and awkward silence. "So is this your bike? It looks badass." He took a look at your bike.

"Yap, it's mine. And thanks. I worked a lot to get it. But it worthed." You looked in the distance for a while. You thought about Vince and that you may have to look for a new job and had to leave Mick.

You screwed it up. 

Next chapter

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OC Interview 

name ➔ Awan Cormac.

are you single ➔ I suppose not? It's not like we talked about it... 

are you happy ➔ Happy... in a way I am. I can do things, I never imagined I could before, so yeah. 

are you angry ➔ Do I look like angry person? My anger is very focused, and those responsible for it, will feel it soon enough. 

are your parents still married ➔ Oh sure! The live in cute, cozy home near the ocean...

NINE FACTS

birthplace ➔ A tube in some secret lab. 

hair color ➔ Dark blond I quess. 

eye color ➔ Black.

birthday ➔ Dunno, Ortega assume it's in november, may as well be. 

mood ➔ I feel excited, frustrated, manipulative with a dash of tiredness and a bit of anger. Maybe a little bit broken at times. But most of all, I finally feel that I'm in control.

gender ➔ Male.

summer or winter ➔ Hate hot, so winter it is. 

morning or afternoon ➔ Nightime.

EIGHT THINGS ABOUT YOUR LOVE LIFE

are you in love ➔  It's complicated.

do you believe in love at first sight ➔ Lust mayby, not [vague gesture] love...  

who ended your last relationship ➔ Crazy telepath and broken window.. technically I wasn't even in relationship. It was just a fling, ok?

have you ever broken someone’s heart ➔ I did. And worst of all, I probably will do it once again...

are you afraid of commitments ➔ Have trust issue, so I guess a little.

have you hugged someone within the last week? ➔ I hug my cat regularly, and recently Spoon. Does that count? No? Well Ortega demand a hug once in a while, he will give me one even if I try to escape, so there is that too.

have you ever had a secret admirer ➔ You know, back then I didn't even think about it, so i can't say for sure. And now Herald appear. He is not subtle at all.

have you ever broken your own heart? ➔  What heart?

SIX CHOICES

love or lust ➔ Lust is easier, but why not both?

lemonade or iced tea ➔ Sweeter one.

cats or dogs ➔Like both. Dogs makes me calmer, but cats are more like me.

a few best friends or many regular friends ➔ Not a people person, so a few good ones.  

wild night out or romantic night in ➔ Depends on your definition of wild night. Illegal fights, races or gambling? Count me in. As long as I don't have to dance and sing, wild nights for me. If not, I prefer to stay in. 

day or night ➔ Night it's time when the city feels truly alive.

FIVE HAVE YOU EVERS

been caught sneaking out ➔ Few times, when I was hungry enough to not pay attention to environment. I'm much better now.

fallen down/up the stairs ➔ Down.

wanted something/someone so badly it hurt? ➔ Still do. Just don't tell him that! I will deny everything if that info leak up.

wanted to disappear ➔ Sometimes, yes.

FOUR PREFERENCES

smile or eyes ➔ Eyes, they can't lie.

shorter or taller ➔ I'm not exactly giant myself, so taller it is.

intelligence or attraction ➔ Intelligence.

hook-up or relationship ➔ Hook-ups are easier... But sometimes I wish... Nope. Not gonna go that way. Next question?

FAMILY

do you and your family get along ➔ Ha! That is very funny story. 

would you say you have a “messed up life” ➔ Demanding one I would say. But then again, I do love challenge.

have you ever ran away from home ➔ Ohh, more than once, shame it usually don't last for long...

have you ever gotten kicked out ➔ That would make me life so much easier...

FRIENDS

do you secretly hate one of your friends ➔ Nathaniel nowdays, but I doubt it's a secret. I'm not even sure if he count as a friend, but the sentiment remains.

do you consider all of your friends good friends ➔ I dunno.... 

who is your best friend ➔ RatKing, and I hope dr. Mortum.

who knows everything about you ➔ Not even I know everything.

[axther]

Hi can I request a matchup?? I’m a 5’0 bi girl (preference for girls but guys are also cool!) i have short, dark hair and big brown eyes, and I never leave the house without trying to dress fashionably. I’m super bubbly and social, sometimes reckless and wild, I’m intellectually smart but a huge dumbass, and can’t help myself from smiling. I’m also depressed and hella self conscious so that’s fun! I like art, writing poetry and short stories, and theatre. Thank you so much!

Hi this took forever I am SO sorry. My ass Do be depressed and slow, and my brain said ‘haha writer juices EMPTY. WHORE’ so this definitely had me stumped   

#1 is...Neijre! 

Now I’m probably gonna key in on the reckless and wild part here

Because y’all met at a party probably!! 

Now we all know that Neijre is popular. 

Blunt but popular. 

So one day y’all are at someone’s ‘my parent’s aren’t home and I’m pretty sure that if I replace the vodka with water they won’t notice’ party. 

It’s going great!! 

People are wasted and Lady Gaga is blasting and the friend you came with ran off with a Ketsubutsu student 

You’re kind of tipsy

Tipsy enough that you don’t have the cognition to think through decisions 

So you’re standing next to this blue-haired cutie who you’re pretty sure you’ve seen before 

When someone bursts through the front door, screaming bloody murder about the police 

Naturally, they have everyone’s attention when an officer that definitely already called the paddy wagon 

So someone from the upstairs balcony hollers ‘scatter!!’ and you grab the hand of the first person you saw

Which was the blue-haired girl! 

And she seems surprised but she runs with it (literally)!! 

You two go upstairs, almost cornered, before hopping out a window 

You two are falling when she uses her quirk and helps your landing 

And then y’all make tracks for the fence line. 

By the time you two have ditched the house, it’s almost midnight 

And you guys are wandering around town 

The blue-haired girl’s heels are hanging off of one hand 

And the silence is filled with babbling between the two 

A gas station is the decided pit stop before you two part ways 

And you walk in to get some waters 

As you two sit on the curb, watching idiot light cigarettes and try to peel out of the station, she glances over

 There’s something magnetic about you 

And she can’t quite pin what 

But you’re always smiling 

And it’s the opposite of getting on her nerves

She wants to see it again and again 

She’s staring at her drink, thinking, before you present her with a handful of chicory flowers 

She realises that you must have picked them from the side of the road 

She’s bright red because, with all of her social expertise, she doesn’t even know your name. 

She doesn’t know if you’re into girls, if you’re trying to ask her out, if you’re just being nice…

She takes them, and before y’all know it, you’re both leaning in

And as she takes the flowers from your hands, you two kiss

Someone mumbles from one of the pumps that it’s just turned midnight 

Out of nowhere 

Your phone goes off 

And that’s when you jump out of the kiss, and your face falls into a mix of shame, fear, and sheepishness.

‘Sorry,’ you murmur. ‘This is my friend, she was at the party. I probably have to go. Are you going to be alright?’ 

Neijre can only mutely nod, still awestruck 

You begin to walk away, your friend audibly hollering at you from the other end of the line about bail

You look back every couple steps or so to make sure that Neijre is okay before you turn and walk out of sight 

And this begins something for Neijre that makes her hold her hands in her cheeks with a bright red blush 

The problem rises the next morning though

When she wakes up in her bed with a headache, she realises that she has no literal idea who you were 

So when she goes to class (because real thugs party on weekdays) she’s hugging the chicory flowers to herself 

She tells her story to Mirio 

Who tells it to Midoriya 

Who tells it to Ochako

Who tells it to Aoyama

Who tells it to-yeah, you get the idea 

So by lunch, the entire school is talking about Neijre’s Cinderella story, and about her kiss at midnight 

And what do you know? 

You hear it in your friend group from 1-D that Neijre got into a cop chase with a dashing stranger who she made out with on a bridge before being cruelly dumped 

And you’re just like ‘?????’ before asking where to find Neijre. 

They answer but don’t put two and two together that maybe you were the dashing stranger 

So later that day you go to the road to pick more chicories and add some speedwells in there, before going to hunt down Neijre. 

You’re standing at the entrance of school the next morning 

And it’s FAR too early for this 

But that’s what love does 

But anyway

You’re standing there

 With the flowers in hand 

And you stand there 

And stand some more 

And you’re standing there for two hours 

And you’re contemplating just bailing and finding her another time 

When you hear the loudest gasp 

You look up

And she’s standing there, hands covering her mouth and her eyes wide 

‘N-No way! It’s you!!’ 

She looks positively elated, and before you can do anything more 

She leaps forward and kisses you smack on the lips 

Sure people are staring 

But she just covers you in kisses, grinning giddily the entire time. 

She seriously had doubted that you would appear, ever again

And that midnight would seem like a summer dream 

Mirio would have to usher Tamaki with him inside because of how long it takes for you two to part 

It becomes the Cinderella story of U.A.

#2 is...Tooru! 

Listen 

This may be sad/punny 

But you make her feel seen 

You always make her feel involved

She understands that because of her quirk there is a bit of an obstacle in trying to involve her 

So whenever you look over and ask her opinion 

She feels really giddy!! 

It makes her blush, and for once, she feels grateful for the invisibility; you can’t see her light up like a Christmas tree. 

She daydreams about you a lot, and to be honest, it’s always really domestic. 

Yes, she may be a cuddle bug, but she wants to go grocery shopping with you and complain about how expensive milk has become 

And sometimes her daydreams will evolve into actual scenarios, including arguments. 

Every time it shifts, she gets kinda spooked and semi-avoids you for about an hour afterwards

The first time you guys really interacted was at the Sports Festival, during the race 

She was lagging a little bit behind because her quirk doesn’t really help 

So at one point, she gets tripped up (she has her uniform on, remember!) 

And she’s pretty sure that he knee is scraped 

But then this sweet little lady stops and notices Tooru holding her knee for a second. 

Tooru’s confused when the young woman looks around, before placing a hand over the wound. 

Tooru’s about to freak out before realising that the wound is gone, but instead, it’s on your knee now 

You give her a thumbs up and carry on, limping a bit now 

She can her Present Mic talking about it loudly, but she’s too busy getting back up and running to pay attention 

She makes it into the top ten (if I remember right) so after you congratulate her!

 With a high five!! 

She’s really giggly throughout the entire encounter and tries to subtly ask if you’re single 

Note that subtly is not really subtle 

So you have an invisible cutie coming for your kneecaps!! 

To kiss them better!! 

After you two begin to chat more

And she invites you to a lot of the extra 1-A outings! 

All the girls are super supportive of it and do their best to make some sort of shoujo situation out of it. 

If it rains then conveniently Tooru left her umbrella at the dorms!! Oh no!! 

Oh? Ochako has an extra that’s big enough to cover the entire class? 

Well then!! You and Tooru have to share 

(bakugou also forgot his umbrella, but as much as he complained to everyone else, he didn’t say a word to you and Tooru) 

The boys (like Bakugou) are a bit less wing-man-y, but they certainly are rooting for you! 

If Tooru wants to know your favourite colour, then chances are, Midoriya’s got it in his brain somewhere. 

If she needs help cooking your favourite meal, then Bakugou will bitch and whine while making sure she measures flour properly. 

And if she’s going on her first date? You bet your ass that Aoyama will be there, styling her. 

So when they see you two kiss for the first time (Tooru wore lipstick to make it easier to aim) everyone went ballistic. 

‘Fucking finally!’ 

‘Go Tooru-chan!!’ 

‘Congrats, kero.’ 

#3 is...Todoroki! 

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Jealous boy 

He wants to be popular 

He noticed you after the sports festival (of course) 

And sees that you’re a little social butterfly. 

He wants what you have

You have all these people that flock to you for friendships, and you’re always smiling and goofing off

And yet you have fantastic grades 

So with a determined huff, he decides 

He’s gonna ask you to coach him in being a young socialite. 

So when he approaches you he feels really daunted 

You’ve got this crowd of people around you (in his eyes) 

And he thinks that you wouldn’t even notice him, probably 

However he forgets 

He is a half white half red angsty bastard who everyone saw and instantly parted like the red sea for 

So all you guys see is him glaring down at you

And you’re like ‘😰  whoop guess this is where i die” 

Someone’s asking if they can be in your will when Todoroki starts talking 

‘You’re loud. And friendly.’ 

Everyone’s expecting him to blast you to the moon for being loud 

When he goes into a ninety-degree bow

‘Please teach me, sensei.’ 

Everyone’s like the pic i sent you of Bibble 

It’s just AWESTRUCK

And  you’re like ‘ohh, you don’t wanna kill me? Dope!’ 

And that’s where his lessons begin 

You start off with telling him that his resting face made him look either constipated or pissed 

So he starts working on making sure that people know he has no ill intent 

And slowly but surely 

People approach him with invitations to parties for he himself to go to, not as a Todoroki, but as Shoto

And he’s absolutely ecstatic

He thanks you endlessly

But naturally this leads to something or the other for him

Because you gave him the chance he needed to be a teenager, for once 

And gradually he realises 

That’s he’s gotten a crush on you 

Now 

He’s a bit afraid, because he’s not had any good role models in terms of love

And baby boy doesn’t want to lose your friendship and trust if it doesn’t turn out 

He does get jealous 

But doesn’t say anything 

He just stares 

And at one point, after a cute Support student tried panning over their number, you notice todoroki staring at the ground, looking angry

You go up to him

‘Hey, are you okay? You look kinda upset.’ 

His head snaps up and he’s blinking down at you 

And he just feels really conflicted 

Because he assumed that it would be better if you just remained as friends for right now 

And that the best route would be just to keep you in his heart 

But when you look at him like that, he snaps 

‘May i talk to you in private?’ 

‘Sure. Is everything alright?’ You’ve got a nervous smile on your face as he drags you outside 

And once out there he just spills his heart out 

‘I understand that you and I are friends, and you are one of my closest friends. However, I’ve found myself feeling...different around you. I want to hug you, and ward off anyone that tries talking to you with romantic interest. When I first met you, I was jealous that you were so popular and kind, and that everyone loved you for who you were. But as you showed me more and more about how to be normal, I started getting jealous of everyone else, that they could be-’ 

And he goes on this speil and the entire time he is this 🤏 close to crying 

And he starts talking about his mother and how he’s scared he’s gonna end up the same way if he dates you 

You don’t want to cut him off

But he’s going on and on and on pouring out his emotions

So when he takes a second to catch his breath, you pop in 

‘I’m glad you’re talking to me, but I like you too. Hopefully, you’ll stop stressing a bit.’ 

And todoroki short circuits. 

He takes a second 

Blinks

And then blinks again

Before smothering you in a hug as he lets a tear or two fall onto your shoulder 

And you two stand there for definitely longer than you should’ve 

Present Mic actually comes looking for you two because classes started again

And from behind Todoroki’s back, you give Present Mic a thumbs up before gesturing to your other hand rubbing his back and then his gently crying 

Present Mic gives a big ol grin before turning a corner, waiting for you two to be done 

(you’re lucky it was present mic, or else you two would’ve been physically ripped apart) 

@deer-skull2319

[msjr0119]

Forgive me

Part 2- Selfie

A mini series, includes suicide and abuse.

Based on true events but using TRR characters who are owned by Pixelberry.

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*****

I was considering asking you if you’d both return to Cordonia with us. Leo would want you both to be supported and cared for. I’m willing to do that with everything in me.

Riley stared at him, his eyes were sparkling every time he fixated his gaze on Lucas. She wanted him to have a relationship with his nephew. Leo would have wanted that too. Constantine. Regina. The two people who were the tip of the iceberg for Leo’s death. As long as they were still alive and breathing, Riley wouldn’t step foot into their country.

“Liam. I’m sorry. I can never come to Cordonia.”

“Why not? You are both my family. I will look after you both.”

Riley, Leo and Rob went out for a night out. Riley had kept making excuses up- since she had given birth to Lucas she never wanted to leave his side if it wasn’t necessary. Beth, Lola and Daniel had all agreed to babysit the nine month old baby and had encouraged her to let her hair down.

The trio arrived at the local gay bar, the atmosphere was electric, music blaring in every section of the room.

“I’ll get the drinks. You do know you both may have to carry me back - nine months without drinking a drop of any alcohol will go straight to my head.”

“Baby, don’t worry. We will do a leg and wing. And i promise we won’t drop you, right Rob?”

“Of course! You’re safe with us even if we are you know ‘puffs’. We will be your wingmen tonight.”

Riley brought a tray over to the table, full of different shots- creating a riot of colour.

“Are your tongues superglued to each other? God I feel like such a gooseberry right now.”

“Sorry Ri. I might put him down at some point. I’m just so happy for once in my life.” Riley smiled at the two of them, her heart filled with happiness with how much in love they were with each other.

“Rob, I believe you have something for Leo. I think now might be the best time to do it.” Rob smiled and soon bent down on one knee. Leo covered his mouth with his hands.

“Leo Rhys- when we first met, you were Prince Charming, I love you with all my heart. You make me happy every single day. I’m so glad Riley encouraged you to talk to me that night. I know you two on paper are married, but here I hold a ring which is a symbol for my love for you, it’s an eternity ring. Because I want to spend eternity with you.” Leo kissed Rob on the lips, it was slow to begin with but deepened. Breaking the kiss he turned to Riley.

“This is why you told me to remove my wedding ring?” Riley nodded, then wiped her tears away. “Robert I love you so much. You have made my life worth living. And Riley you are the best friend anyone could ask for.”

“That I am. Now I’m feeling slightly tipsy. I’m going to get a cab and return to the penthouse. Don’t worry I’ll be fast asleep, so you lovebirds make as much noise as you need to. Love ya both.”

Riley arrived back at the penthouse, slightly drunk- she bent down as she struggled to put the key through the hole. Squinting her eyes and swaying she eventually managed to open the door. Jumping out of her skin,seeing strangers in the penthouse she began to panic.

“Who the fuck are you? And what are you doing in my penthouse? Get the fuck out before I call the cops!”

“Is that anyway to talk to your father and mother in law? It’s so nice to finally meet you in person, Riley. You really shouldn’t leave the spare key under the plant pot. Where’s my son? And where are your wedding rings?”

Shit shit shit.

“Ohh, they are being cleaned at the jewellers. And he’s out with some friends. Why don’t you come back in the morning? At a more suitable time. When neither of us are drunk- and you can meet your grandson Lucas.” Riley quickly got her phone out of her bag, attempting to text Leo to stall him. As it was done discretely and she was drunk it came out like gobbledygook.

An hour went by and Leo nor Rob had responded. Riley tried every attempt and excuse to get her in laws to return in the morning.

“Tea? Coffee? I sure need a coffee. I’m ready for bed.” Riley exaggerated a yawn hoping they would understand the hint.

Before Constantine or Regina could respond, Leo and Rob fell through the door- tongues battling with each other. Constantine and Regina looked disgusted.

“Leo!” His Father bellowed. Riley held her hands in her head. They had been so careful keeping his secret. It had now been exposed.

“Oh father. Nice of you to pop in UNEXPECTEDLY!”

“Please tell me you are not homosexual?”

“No they do it all the time. I do it with my girlfriends Lola and Beth at times. Isn’t that right guys?” Leo gave Riley a thankful look, but he knew it was time to come clean.

“Riley is lying to protect me. This is what I am. This is the real Leo Rhys. I’m still me. I’m happy with Rob. And I love Riley as my best friend.”

Constantine grit his teeth together, as his eyes widened.

“Begin to love your wife! You are my son. You are not homosexual. You are a Prince. I will not tolerate this.” Constantine witnessed Leo hold hands and hold Rob in his warm embrace. “You are not my son. You never will be.” Riley noticed Constantine raise his hand as he moved closer to Leo, pulling the king back he elbowed her in the face accidentally before slapping Leo across the face. “Both of you begin to love each other! You will not bring shame to our country!”

“Get the fuck away from him! Don’t you dare touch him like that again! I don’t care what you do to me. He’s your son!”

Bastien stormed through the door, wondering why his King and Queen were taking so long. Attending to help Riley, he had sorrow in his eyes- what commotion he had missed?

“Leave her Bastien! She’s as bad as he is. We are leaving! Neither of you are welcome in Cordonia, for as long as I breathe.”

*******

Riley finished explaining the reason for why she could never go to cordonia even if she wanted to. Tears began uncontrollably falling down her face- smudging her mascara.

“Riley. If I knew. I’d.. I’m so sorry. But I am the Crown Prince. The future King. I will protect you both. He will never lay a finger on you ever again.”

“Liam I’m not going! I’m sorry. You’re always welcome to come here and see Lucas. Come on let’s feed the ducks before he falls asleep again.”

Liam didn’t want to argue the toss with her and upset her any more. Instead he carried Lucas over to the edge of the pond, holding him tightly- laughing and smiling with his nephew as they threw the bread into the pond. “Ducky.” Lucas screeched, whilst clapping his hands in a frenzy- once he had calmed down from the excitement he wrapped his arms around Liam’s neck. Placing a kiss on his nephews forehead, he never thought he would instantly fall in love with someone.

Riley admired the view in front of her- not the scenic view surrounding them, but the unconditional love and bond between Lucas and Liam. Taking a picture of them both, she would send it to Liam- their first memory together.

“Come and join us Mommy.” Liam said with the biggest grin on his face. They spent a while just sitting near the pond. Riley and Liam sat opposite each other, with Lucas in the middle- attempting to encourage him to walk. With help from Riley, he stumbled a bit but made that achievement of making his first step. Both Riley and Liam cheered, clapped and smiled at each other. Riley lift him in the air, spinning him around and kissing him. Daddy would be so proud of you. Mommy and Uncle Liam are proud of you too. Well done baby. Liam stood up and congratulated Lucas by giving him a high five.

“Can I take a selfie of us? Just a memory to take back to Cordonia?”

“You know what a selfie is? Of course we can have a selfie.” Riley did an over exaggerated shocked face, before bursting out laughing.

“I don’t live on Mars, Riley. Come closer to me. Smile.” Placing an arm around her, he held her close, Lucas sat on her lap- she tickled him to make him laugh showing off his gummy smile.

“Aww. That’s a nice photo. You’ll have to send me it.”

“Yes it is. I’ll treasure this day. Thank you. I’ll take you both home. Keep in touch?”

“Of course.” Liam helped Riley stand up, pulling her into his embrace holding Lucas in one arm- he wasn’t sure when he would be able to see them both again. This uncertainty broke his heart- but he was willing to put in the effort. His father may not have supported Leo during his life, but Liam was going to try his damned hardest to look out for Riley and Lucas even if they lived miles apart from each other.

*****

Liam had taken Riley and Lucas back home, holding back the tears as he walked away- he had hoped that she would reconsider his offer. It’s not goodbye- it’s a see you later, were the last words she spoke to him. He saw the fear in her eyes when she reiterated the story about how Leo’s secret was exposed. Her words made his imagination work over time, he pictured the scenario in his head of what happened that night.

Heading straight to the hotels bar, he ordered scotch after scotch. Once he arrived back in Cordonia, he was needing to have stern words with his father and step mother.

“Hey Li.” Liam turned around and saw Maxwell, Drake and Bastien smiling at him- all eager to find out how his day at been. Raising his glass up to them, gesturing them to join him for a last drink before they head back to all the drama that was awaiting them.

“Are you okay buddy?”

“No. I mean yes. I don’t know Max.”

“What happened? Did you meet Lucas? What is he like?” Liam got his phone out of his tuxedo pocket, showing his friends and guard the selfie.

“He’s amazing. He looks just like Leo. But his laugh and smile- he gets that from his Mom.”

“Aww he is a mini Leo.” Maxwell screeched.

“You and Riley look close. So why the sour face?” Drake questioned. Liam had ignored all their phone calls and texts all day. So they assumed their ‘date’ went well or that he had actually turned into Leo - mimicking his infamous vanishing tricks.

“I asked her and Lucas to come back to Cordonia with us. She refused. She said she’s not welcome. My father threatened her and Leo.”

“I was there that night Sir. I overheard Riley putting up a fight. She loved Leo - she defended him. Maybe in time she will come when she’s ready.”

Drake’s mind was ticking, he didn’t know the full story as to why Riley feared visiting Cordonia. The photo showed how happy Liam was with his nephew.

“Guys. I’m not returning with you. My mom just asked me to visit her whilst I’m in the states. I’ll be back in a couple of days. I’m going to the airport now hopefully to catch a flight.”

*****

Riley had finally settled down Lucas after he put up a good fight to stay awake. Laying on the sofa, she felt her eyes feel heavy- but needed to tidy up her sons toys. Sending Liam the picture she had taken of Lucas and him, he replied with a kissing emoji only. Believing that he was being cold because she refused to go with them- she just simply text back ‘it was nice to finally meet you. Don’t be a stranger x’

After completing the quick spring clean, she was about to settle down herself until there was a knock at the door. Answering her mouth was agape.

“Drake? What are you doing here? I thought you’d all be travelling back now.”

“They are. Tariq went home earlier this morning. The others boarded the royal jet around two hours ago. It’s taken me two hours to track you down.” Drake rubbed the back of his neck, he had gathered that she was going to be stubborn but he had to try his best to convince her and Lucas to go to Cordonia even if it was for a brief visit.

“Listen, please hear me out. All my life Liam has been there for me, looked out for me- Leo too. I’ve lied to him saying I was visiting my Mom in Texas. He is going to be going through hell next week with the social season, he’s found out that his brother has died, he has a nephew and he’s confronting his father the minute he gets home. Considering all this, that selfie showed him smiling- when he arrived back he was melancholy. Please come back with me. If you feel uncomfortable I will personally bring you back. We will all look after you and Lucas. I’ll even get down on my knees and beg.” “Beg then.” Riley had a serious expression, he wasn’t sure if it was just a poker face.

“I wasn’t actually being serious. But fine I will do it- I’ll beg.” He knelt down and begged, providing puppy dog eyes and a pet lip. He looked ridiculous, Riley threw her head back laughing hysterically.

“If I come, you’ll have to sneak me in. I’m not exactly Constantine’s favourite person.”

“Fuck Constantine. Liam never wanted to do the social season, but after explaining this old Connie confessed he was dying. He convinced Liam to go ahead with it. That was before he knew how he treat Leo. Once he’s gone, Lucas is all he has for family. Yes he has Regina, but she’s his step mother- not true Rhys blood.”

“Are you trying to guilt trip me Drake?”

“I’m just speaking the truth ma’am.”

“Come in. Make yourself at home. There’s whiskey in the bottom drawer.” Drake’s lips curled up- damn this girl knows me too well. Hearing her rush about he had hoped that he had convinced her to go with him.

“I’ve just literally thrown everything and anything into two suitcases. Here hold this.”

“What the fuck is this?”

“It’s Leo.” Drake gently placed the box on the floor- holding it at a distance, he panicked.

“You cannot be serious Riley. I’ve just held my deceased friend. And you didn’t even warn me.”

“It’s just ashes. Jesus Drake! I thought we could take some of it- scatter it around his childhood home. Myself and Rob haven’t really decided what to do with him. It’s been months and we still can’t decide. So maybe just take a bit of him back to Cordonia?”

“You were his wife. You decide. If you’re ready, I’ll take your suitcases downstairs and wait for a cab whilst you finish off.”

Sneaking off downstairs, he quickly text Maxwell. Knowing they would still be travelling- he needed to inform someone, anyone why he was deceitful before he abruptly left them at the bar.

******

Landing in Cordonia, they were jet lagged. Liam knew he needed some type of adrenaline rush- his aim was to find his father as soon as they arrived at the palace. Sitting in the SUV, Maxwell finally received signal on his phone- a notification from Drake.

Guys don’t be angry with me. I’m not in Texas. I’m waiting for a cab to go to the airport with two strays. And possibly a third stray- I’ll explain when I see you. I went to find Riley and convinced her to come. Do not tell Liam! I want it to be a nice surprise for him.

“Li, I’ve got a text from Drake. Do you want me to read it out?” Liam nodded. As Maxwell finished reading it out loud- he knew Drake would potentially kill him. If he could have foreseen what the last sentence said he wouldn’t have read it out loud.

“They are coming?” Maxwell nodded, and witnessed Liam smiling. Pulling his own phone out of his pocket, he traced his finger over his screensaver. The selfie of him, Riley and Lucas.

They are coming. Thank you Drake.

[bridgeburningbucky]

The fkn air vent  (college au Bucky)

A/N: OKAY SO I SHOULD BE DOING MY ASSIGNMENTS BUT LIKE THE DUMB PENDEJA THAT I AM MADE THE MISTAKE OF GOING ON TUMBLR AND COMING ACROSS THAT AUDIO OF SEB, YALL KNOW WHAT AUDIO AND WAS INSPIRED BY EVENTS THAT HAPPENED A COUPLE OF DAYS AGO AND I 100% BLAME @take-my-life-not-my-heart FOR THIS. (sorry if it’s trashy)

Summary: You have an obnoxiously loud neighbor who knows just how to mess with you.

Warnings: language, masturbation (18+ pls) 

Living on campus had its pros and cons. You liked the idea of your classes being a five minute walk from your room. The problem was that the walls in the dorms were paper thin and the air vent, that’s centered right above your bed liked to echo whatever noise was made in the room above yours. 

You knew it was guy who lived above you because when you would try to study you would hear him and his friends shout and be typical stupid boys. Stupid boy talk you could tolerate. It did become a problem when you had exams to study for and he would have his music blasting or when you were trying to sleep and you could here him talking to whatever girl he had managed to get in his room. You could have been happy that your fellow peer was getting some but you weren’t. Is it because you were jealous that he was getting laid? Possibly. You were going to be petty about it.

After not getting enough sleep yet again because your neighbor had his friends over you made a mental note to pay him a visit after your morning class. 

Sure enough after your 8am you walked up the next floor up and down the similar hall to the room you knew was just above yours. There was a dry erase board hanging from the door and in the worst handwriting you’ve ever seen it said, “If you’re not the pizza man fuck off”- Bucky And there was a bunch of cartoon dicks framing the rest of the board. You rolled your eyes, what kind of a nickname was Bucky? 

You knocked on the door and the jerk didn’t answer. You tried again and still nothing. If the time the music finally stopped early in the morning you figured he was probably still asleep. So you decided to leave a note on the dry erase board.

“Bucky, please try to keep the music down, the walls are thin and the air vents carry sounds. Thank you :)” 

You didn’t leave your name or what neighbor it was because you didn’t want him coming to your door and giving you shit for calling him out. You quickly made your way back to your room to take a much needed nap. 

It was like the world had it out for you because thirty minutes into your nap someone knocked on your door. You ignored it but when the person didn’t knock again you became curious. You opened the door and there was no one there. However, there was a sticky note attached to your door. 

“Hi, your neighbor above you, sorry for the inconvenience I’ll try to be more quiet :)” -Bucky

How did he know I was the one who complained? Someone must have told him? It didn’t matter, you were just happy that he got the message and that you were finally going to get a good nights sleep.

Wrong. You were so wrong. It was like the music got louder and it sounded like there were twenty people stuffed into the small room. You were going to kill him. You threw your blankets off of you and slipped on your shoes before stomping your way up the next floor. 

As soon as you entered the hall your attention was drawn to the music blasting through his room. How his neighbors hadn’t complained blew your mind. 

The board had a different message this time, “If you have a stick shoved up your ass fuck off :)))))” 

Oh, you were pissed. You banged on the door so that he could hear you over the music. After the tenth time and once your knuckles were red, the door finally swung open and you were faced with the most smug jackass you’ve ever seen. It’s as if he was waiting for you to make an appearance. From what you could see inside you figured out why the people on his floor hadn’t complained, it was because they were all in his fucking room.

“You wouldn’t happen to be the one with a stick shoved up their ass? You’re too cute to be a prude,” he said with a smirk eyeing you up and down. 

In your haste to confront the asshole, you forgot to slip on your robe. You felt naked in your booty shorts and tank top. You crossed your arms so that he would get the message to stop staring at your braless chest. 

You didn’t acknowledge his comment and calmly said, “Could you please keep it down.”

Even he couldn’t hear from the loud music and he stepped into the hallway and shut the door, the noise immediately softened but only a little. 

“I’m sorry doll what did you say, the music was too loud?”

“You have to be fucking kidding me.”

He smirked and leaned against the door, “I would take fucking you very seriously.”

You rolled your eyes so hard that you wouldn’t be surprised if you saw your brain implode on itself. “Listen douchebag, I have an exam in the morning and you’re being unnecessarily loud.”

He fake gasped and said, “I’m the one who started it? You were the one who left a note and erased the beautiful art I had drawn on my board.”

“Are you serious right now? You’re mad because I erased some dicks off your board??? You know what, I’m tired of having to hear to your stupid voice at 3 in the morning. I’m talking to the resident director in the morning.” With that you walked away, too pissed off to hear whatever he had to say. Not like you could hear him over the trashy music playing. 

As soon as you made it back to your room the music stopped. You smiled when you heard him shout for everyone to get out. It was the first time in weeks that you slept so well, you felt victorious. 

The next couple of weeks were bliss, you were able to study without having to have your headphones blasting and even managed to get rid of the dark circles under your eyes. 

Then it happened.

It was nearly nine at night and you were working on an essay when you heard a noise start up. Here we go again. Though as soon as you tried to pay attention to the noise it would stop so you continued to do your work. And then it started up again. For the first time you couldn’t make out what was happening and you tried really hard to listen for what it was. 

That’s when the noise finally registered. The asshat was jerking off. No fucking way, this could not be happening. You thought maybe it would end in a few minutes but it just kept going and going. You didn’t know how noisy jerking off could be. 

You placed your head phones on, feeling uncomfortable listening in to his private time. You didn’t have to blast your music like you normally would and that was your first mistake. Trying to focus back on your work proved unsuccessful when he started moaning. 

“Ohh, yes...”

You could feel your face heat up. You became curious as to whether he was with someone and you paused your music. Though the only sounds that were coming through the vent were his moans and the sounds of what you assumed was his hand on his cock. You felt yourself get wet when he moaned again.

“Fuck, fuck yes...”

You felt dirty for still listening in and you were shocked at the fact that he was still going and it didn’t sound like he was stopping anytime soon. You bit your lip and closed your eyes, your hand making its way slowly down your shorts. 

You had been stressed these last couple days and hadn’t had time to have your own private time and you felt like being selfish and getting off on him getting off. 

Your middle finger met with your wetness and you spread your juices, and then finally coming in contact with your clit. You tried to picture him moving his hand up and down his cock, legs spread on his bed with his other hand squeezing his base to prevent himself from coming. 

You rubbed your clit in time with the wet sounds his own cock was making. You silently moaned when he spoke again.

“You’re cunt is wrapped perfectly around me doll, fuck...”

You nodded along to his words, picturing him thrusting into you with deep strokes. You arousal grew and soon you were making just as much noise from your wetness as he was. 

“That’s it baby, so fucking wet for me.”

You moaned a little louder this time and quickly placed a hand over your mouth, your finger never stopping. 

“Don’t hold back, I want to hear you.” 

You subconsciously listened to him, so caught up in the moment that you didn’t realize that he was definitely talking to you. 

“Oh fuck, I’m close...”

You nodded along as if he could see you, the motions of your middle finger moving faster trying to get close too. It wasn’t hard with his praise and encouragement coming through and soon you were at the brink when he moaned out,

“Y/N cum for me”

 That was all it took, you moaned louder than you had before as your orgasm hit you. You had to stop your motions as your legs trembled from how hard you were cumming, too sensitive to ride it out like you normally would. You were breathing hard when he finally finished too. 

“Fuck, fuck fuck fuck yes.”

As soon as you started coming down from your high you felt shame overcome you. You grabbed your shower caddy and made your way to the community bathroom and took a long cold shower trying to wash away the embarrassment you felt deep in your bones. You couldn’t believe you had that interaction with the same asshole who purposefully fucked with your sleep. And now you couldn’t get his stupid cute face out of your head or the sound of his moans still fresh in your mind. You were definitely going to have to switch dorms after this. 

You took your time walking back to your room, not wanting to be anywhere near the shame when a bright pink sticky note on your door caught your attention. You quickly ripped it off the door and you gasped when you read it.

“The only noise complaint you’ll have now will be about me not screaming your name loud enough ;)” 

[jakeperalta]

Here's what I'm thinking so far. The 1 is a song a person is reflecting on a relationship that almost was but that person has died...so they are asking we were something dont you think so but forever unsure. If one thing had been different would everything be different..she also mentions digging up the grave. In Cardigan I noticed while listening there is mostly positive memories saying this Is how I remember you but the bridge is how they deal with what happened..haunt my what ifs..chasing shadows..tried to change the ending..although in my mind a girl commits suicide. The Cardigan is that one memory that they remember most haunting them. The when you are young they assume u know nothing relates to how mostly young people do kill themselves and that feeling never goes away. This person always knew their ending. Also leaving like a father..running like water. Exile the line that sticks out is you never gave a warning sign..I gave so many signs.never turned things .about suicide..it took you five minutes to pack up and leave me with it. I think I've seen this film before and I didnt like the ending..now I'm in exile..leaving the side door so..dead. my Tears is an obvious one focused on the betrayal of action.go with grace..screaming at the sky. Mirrorball I saw two ways, what Taylor talked about and also like the person is on the verge of suicide..they lost their identity of themselves so they try to be what everyone wants them to be cuz they know the end is near.Also like how everyone would have a different version of how they remember someone who dies or kill themselves. Seven shows this girl had always felt that way since childhood or maybe that's the only time they remember being free and happy. August has a similar theme as the 1..this person hates themselves for what they did or didnt do but they were never theirs or theirs to lose so they dont know how to react or feel. This is me trying is the person going thru the process..struggling to move on but trying. Flashback in my town is like how they went to school together and still remember that person..maybe some time has passed. Mad Woman is the person to their bullies and why a reason they did it. Strike to kill..you know I will. Poke that bear till claws come out and find something to wrap a noose around. But they only say what a shame she went mad..well they made her like that. Epiphany is just about the grief process..some things you cant Speak about. Maybe they keep seeing her in their sleep or why they can't sleep. Hoax is talking about what happened and why they did it. They dont want any other sadness then the sadness they feel about the person..its almost comforting to them..your faithless loves the only hoax I believe in..also on the cliff imagery again. I see the bridge as a conversation between them. I let you in the door..you knew the hero dies so what's the movie for..it still hurts from the scars but what you did was just as dark. The Lakes..I dont belong and neither do you. What should be over buried in my skin in heart stopping waves of hurt. The bridge continues the same sadness from Hoax. I think at the end of the story maybe this person kills themselves as well. Is it romantic how all my elegies eulogize me...and cliffside imagery again. This was fun to create and think about..sorry it's long but writing it out helped my thoughts and I hope you like it.

ohh that’s so interesting!! when i first listened to my tears ricochet, before i’d seen anyone apply it to taylor’s masters stuff or anything, i definitely got the vibes of it being like someone who died by suicide. i totally see where you’re coming from in how a lot of the songs are about loss in some way and like with the lakes it’s definitely an ending people read differently. like it could be either a hopeful, romantic song but also the references like “where the poets went to die” “my calamitous love and insurmountable grief” give a totally different sense of like despair and desire to escape