#ok i lost track of how many late night thoughts

[moo-blogging]

Late night smut thought:

(CHILDREN GO AWAY!!!!!)

You are masterbating while sex talking with Levi bot and a miracle happened.

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You paid for a virtual Levi sex bot to chat with. You would send messages to him and had his replied read out loud by the system's reading mode. Levi's voice was deep and rich and smooth. You had goosebumps when he told you what he was doing with your body and you always had a good time with him.

You were trying to masterbate (again) with Levi's bot. You sat against your head rest, knees bend and your toes dug into your mattress, trying to have a good time. But your vibrator broke down and you were too lazy to go out and get one right now. Instead, you used your fingers.

After a long excruciating period, you finally cummed. Your face was flushed, you were breatheless and tired. But you needed more. It felt like you hadn't reached the climax.

You decided to go more, sex talking with Levi bot and he said "still not enough after I made you cummed?"

"I'd rather you make me cum till I pass out."

Closing your eyes, listening to his deep voice as his chuckled and trying your best imagining him fucking you in your bed now. Digging your fingers deeper into yourself, you wished your fingers were longer to reach the back of your walls. Your brows were tighly knitted together trying to make yourself cum again.

Someone grabbed your hand and pulled out of your hole, your eyes immediately flung open.

"What a naughty girl you are. Let me make you cum alright," Levi, kneeled between your legs, was licking your wet fingers.

"Wh- what"

He pulled your legs, lifting your knees to his showers and unbuckled his belt. "Cum until you pass out? I'll make you regret saying that."

Levi pressed his lips into yours so rough you couldn't speak a word. Moans echoed from your throat, muffled by his lips. His tongue attacked yours so intensed you could barely breathe.

He had on hand on your throat to keep your head in place and another grabbing his hardened penis, teasing and stroking your opening. You grasped and let go of your walls with the movement of his penis, BEGGING for him to push it into you.

And he slammed it in. You screamed and jolted your body but Levi managed to pin you down with his body.

"You are not going anywhere, bunny. Just take it," Levi sucked your neck. Your mouth was wide open, sucking big mouthful of air into your lungs while stopping to release the urge to moan because of how good it felt.

You couldnt focus on where the pleasure was. Levi's teeth on your neck and shoulder, or his big, rough hand grabbing your chest, or the deep and strong penetration of his dick between your legs.

All you could do was enjoy every sensation on your body. The pain on your neck reminding you to stay alert, while the pleasure of your chest being grabbed, massages and pinched made you excited, and the rubbing and slamming made you so sensitive you were going to cum again. You clenched your walls, feeling your cum meter being built up and waiting for it to tip the top and release you.

Studying that dumb look on your face, Levi knew it instantly. He folded your knees higher and changed his slamming position. Instead of slamming downwards, he slammed upwards now and he hit your G spot so good your eyes rolled to the back of your head. Your body went limp with pleasure when you cummed, only weak and pityful whimpering could escape your lips.

"Shit, you're warm." Levi felt the hot gush of cum engulfing his dick. He felt like cumming too.

Instead he pulled out immediately. You jerked at his movement, but couldn't react fast enough when he turned you over and pulled your hips upward. You knelt face down on your pillow.

"No, wait Levi, I can't anymore.." you begged.

Levi slammed his penis into your slippery hole with ease. "You have no say in this, bunny. Imma fill you up with my cum for what you said earlier. Imma make you regret saying that."

Levi started slamming into you hard. The sound of your bodies and the wet slapping noises echoed in your room. His penis hit your sweet spot every time and you couldn't help but tightened your inside again.

Levi started playing with your asshole, spitting some saliva on your hole and run his thumb in circle before poking it in. The sudden invasion in your ass made you clenched your lower body reflectively. Levi groaned. "Fuck, didn't know you could grab me harder."

He pushed his thumb in more, making you clenching your walls more. You could hear Levi moaning while he tried to keep the speed of his slamming.

He removed his thumb from your asshole and you reflectively let go of the clench but immediately squeezed it back again. The sudden clench and unclench movement made Levi hit his climax and he gave a deep strong thrust into your hole before emptying his balls into you.

The thrust hit your sweet spot so hard you cummed again. Your legs were shaking, threatening to give way but Levi's strong palms were supporting your hips.

After a while, he pulled out and you both collapsed onto the bed. Your pelvic was spasming involuntarily, warm cum leaking out of your hole as you relecctively squeeze and relax your hole. Levi hugged you from behind, kissing your sweaty neck.

"Cummed enough now? Or shall we go again?"

[muldermuse]

new mom reader and girldad!butcher with a newborn

ok so not really any real thoughts BUT im watching the secret lives of mormon wives and all i can think of is watching it late at night whilst your daughter is fighting sleep

it’s like 3am and you’ve tried everything but your baby still won’t settle. eventually you go downstairs, get comfy on the sofa and rock her until her cries turn into tiny snores. everytime you try and stand up to put her into her crib- she’s awake and whining so you resign yourself to staying on the sofa watching the secret lives of mormon wives until butcher wakes up

tbh you put it on because it was like the perfect show to fall asleep to, something completely idle and slow paced enough to cause you to drift off. doesn’t happen. you’re awake well into episode 3 which is when butcher walks downstairs looking stuffy with sleep. he’s shirtless with his black, thick hair all askew.

“what the fuck are you doin’ up darl?” his sleep laced slurring causing his accent to stand more prominent

“your darling daughter wouldn’t sleep so i came downstairs and now im obsessed with this show” you see butcher’s smile light up his face as he strokes your daughters dark hair- still fast asleep despite hearing the low timber of her dad’s voice

“this that shite about those fuckin’ mormons?” he makes grabby hands in your direction so you delicately hand your daughter over to him. both of you holding your breath until she continues to snooze on her daddy’s broad shoulder

“‘m gonna make a coffee sweetheart, want one?” you nod and reposition on the sofa so you can lay on your side. by the time butcher gets back- you’re fast asleep on the sofa. he squeezes in beside your feet and places them on his lap.

butcher is telling himself that it’s the coffee in his system is helping him stay awake rather than the trashy reality tv. he’s lost track of how many episodes he’s watched before he hears your groggy voice. “‘s pretty good right? kinda makes me want a huge soda”

he plays it down to you like he wasn’t watching it at all but over the next few months, constantly asks when season 2 will be out

[kingaegond]

Michael Gavey x The girl with agoraphobia (part 1)

Part 1:

-Vacuous

-Do you mean shallow?

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The red envelope was flushed under her single room door. Fuck not again. Not another one.

She opened the red envelope, inside, an expensive cream paper with the following message:

'You know where.

You know when.

You are invited.

Show up ;)'

She put the paper back into the envelope and put the red envelope next to the black one and the blue one and the green and the yellow one...

She had lost track of Felix's invitations. To be completely honest, she didn't know why she kept getting invited, I mean she knew but still.

Her dad and Felix's mum Elspeth had gone to the same school and knew eachother since very young, that before Elspeth went to uni and got married, and before her father got into his political career.

It was probably Elspeth idea to invite her, she just didn't know why Felix went along with it, he could just lie and tell his mum he send the invite. Why actually invite her? She caught herself overthinking. Of course, something so simple as an invitation and her head was already spinning with thoughts.

She went to the bathroom to wash her hands and get herself ready for the day. After that, she got into Math class just a few minutes late, her overthinking had made her late. She sat at the back as far from the others as she could and on the other side of the classroom, also at the back was the guy with his hand raised: Michael Gavey. Fuck, how did he know all the answers so quick?

The class went on and she almost fell sleep, boring as it was. She was a politics major and she couldn't care less about politics. It was just what her father wanted for her so she just went along with it. Perhaps I should find somehing I actually like. She was, again, overthinking, when someone's face completely clouded her vision: Gavey. Such blue eyes, if only I could get your glasses so I could see them well.

-Hey, hey.

-Yes... what?

-We're a pair, for the paper?

Her face blank.

-The proffesor said the 2 in the back?

-Ah sure

-Well, if you don't mind I can just do it and put your name on it. It will be faster.

She felt a little aggravated by his proposal, but one less thing on her plate couldn't hurt.

-Hmm. If you're sure, cool. Just tell me if you need any help i guess.

With that, she quickly picked up her backpack and went outside the class. Michael Gavey was left a bit dumbfounded.

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At night, she was thinking about going to the party. Well we both know how that went the las time. As in 5 years ago. Get over it hun!. Nah we shouldn't risk it. Who needed people when you had such many voices in your head?

To avoid them, to avoid herself, she went to the library.

Surely, no one would be in the library on a friday night, much less on a Felix's Friday Festivity.

Wrong.

Sitting there, with a dark red swether, Michael Gavey sat near the window reading something.

Ok, I just wanted to be alone.

She went to another aisle in the library and sat alone near a window, finally at peace. She left her backpack on a chair and went to get a book she had been wanting to read.

Shit it's too tall! Fuck!

She tried to find the small wodden stair but it was nowhere to be found so she just tried to climb the bookshelves and get the book.

Bam!

Shit! Ouch!

She fell with no serious injuries, perhaps a bruised ego for the lack of completition of such unimportant task and then.

-Are you ok?- Michael's voice was softer, almost a whisper, even though there were no souls on the library apart from the two of them.

-Umm, yeah.

-Wait, you're bleeding.

Sure enough, there was a small gash on her arm.

-Do you wanna go to the infirmary? Do you want me to take you there?- he said very slowly.

-I didn't hit my head you know, just... I mean it's probably empty. Perhaps even the nurse is at Felix's party or something- A small laught scaped her lips.

-Were you invited?

She was figuring out how to tell him that she...

-It's alright. I haven't either... - He continued answering his own question- Who wants to be with them anyway? Vacuous cunts...

-You mean shallow?

-Hmm, yeah. Are you sure you don't want to go to the infirmary?

-Actually, there's somewhere I want to go.

I will go and tell Felix to stop sending me invitations. Yes! It sounds like a good idea!

Perhaps she had hit her head after all.

She stoop up.

-Care to join?

The injury had made her particularly talkative and particularly active.

-

Michael didn't know where she wanted to take him, but something inside him wanted to say yes. Perhaps morbid curiosity. Perhaps something else. But just like a few moments ago, he had convinced himself to help her, he had convinced himself to join her now.

-Where are we going?

-Felix's- she said with a wicked smile.

[ohblimeygeorge]

I saw an anon ask to @russilton about pregnant George learning to crochet and this just instantly came to me and I had to get it down.

I’ve never written gewis before so this was fun!

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George is nothing if not an over thinker. Lewis knows that much.

So it’s not a total surprise to find an empty spot next to him in bed at 2:36am.

George does this sometimes, when his mind is working overtime and he has so many thoughts going through his brain that he finds himself getting restless and feeling smothered by the rumpled bedsheets and another warm body snoring next to him, so takes himself off to make a cuppa in the kitchen where he can take a moment to breathe and focus his mind into the night sky past the kitchen window and on the life still bustling about below. He’ll spend half an hour or so there before feeling calmer and able to slip back in beside Lewis, no longer feeling overwhelmed and instead snuggling back under Lewis’ arm to cuddle in close. Lewis panicked the first few times it happened, demanding to know what was wrong and wanting to help but now he realises that sometimes George just needs that space and he’ll come back when he’s ready.

So he dozes off again, fully expecting the next time he wakes to find his missing boyfriend back where belongs.

It’s 4:24am and George is still missing.

This starts setting alarms bells ringing in Lewis’ head because this is unusual. It’s been almost 2 hours and he’s still not come back. Lewis knows George has been doing his disappearing act a little more lately, knows the kind of thoughts he’s having and knows now more than ever George has been feeling especially claustrophobic when he gets like this.. but Lewis can’t help but worry. Even if George waves him off to go back to bed, he needs to find him.

So he shoves his slippers on and stumbles into the kitchen, expecting to find him there sipping on his camomile tea, sleep creases on his face, hair wild. But he’s not.

He checks the living room - not there. Bathroom? George has been known to spend quite a bit of time in there as of late so it’s not unreasonable Lewis thinks. Not in there either.

Then he realises there’s only one room really left to check.

Walking back down the hall, he notices the door slightly ajar so knows he’s right. Pushing it open more, he’s immediately hit with the soft glow of the lamp on the dresser and the comfy armchair in the corner is filled with George’s lanky limbs and rounded belly. And he’s - knitting?

“George?”

Jumping at the voice, George looks up and freezes mid stitch, cheeks blushing red at being caught. “Hi.”

“Hey.” Lewis replies dumbly, moving into the room and leaning up against the changing table. “You’ve been gone ages.”

“Oh, sorry..” George apologises, just now spotting what the time is by the clock on the dresser, “lost track of time.”

“What are you doing?”

“What does it look like?”

“Ok… why are you knitting at four in the morning?”

With an exasperated sigh, George lays his craft on his belly, “it’s not knitting, Lew, I’ve told you, it’s crochet.” He explains, as if Lewis is the dumbest guy ever to not know the difference no matter how many times George has told him now, “and I just thought I should carry on making some cute things for her.”

After not being allowed to race anymore, George had to find something else to occupy his time. Lewis genuinely thought he’d just stay at the pit wall or hang around the garage, not being able to stay away but no. He went into full on nesting mode and decided he wanted to learn a new hobby that would benefit the baby so crochet it was. He was actually pretty good - although Lewis knew George was great at anything he put his mind to - and had already made a few hats and a blanket for her and made Lewis a scarf which he wore at the very next race, showing off George’s accomplishments.

“Right…” Lewis is still confused at the explanation but thinks there’s a little something more to it. “And you thought this time of morning was the ideal time to start?”

“Mhm.”

Lewis watches him for a moment, his concentration fixed as he methodically follows the YouTube tutorial which he’s only just now noticed George has up on his phone perched on the arm. It’s suppose to be a cardigan apparently, looks like it’ll turn out super cute with the colour matching the already made blanket and Lewis would be lying if he said he couldn’t imagine how adorable their daughter would look in it. But so far George had only made the back and half an arm so there was still some way to go. He’s impressed with how good it looks already. He watches him a little while longer, noting the characteristic crease between his brows and knows he’s trying his hardest to quiet his brain. Bending down to be level with him and earning a quiet snort from George as his knees creak with the effort, Lewis places his hand on George’s knee, gaining his full attention once more. “Babe, talk to me.”

He doesn’t expect it, but George suddenly tears up and it’s like once he’s started, he can’t stop. Startled, Lewis pauses his video for him and gently takes the half made cardigan and crochet hooks out of George’s hands and places it down on the floor carefully before pulling him in for a hug. He lets George cry it out before he feels ready to talk, running a soothing hand up and down his back, letting his nails lightly scratch at the same time the way he knows George likes. It’s a little awkward of an angle especially with the bump but Lewis doesn’t care. “Talk to me.” He repeats softly.

Letting out a choked breath as he stems his tears, George sits back and places his hands around his bump protectively, rubbing his thumbs on the skin where he can feel her wiggling about. “I just.. I just want things to go right.”

“What do you mean?” Lewis asks

“Well, like, what if something goes wrong with the birth? What if I do something wrong and it hurts her? I haven’t even packed a bag yet and there’s only a few weeks left to go and there’s so much to do in here still! And what if when she is here we don’t know what to do with her? Like how will we know what her cries mean? Or what time to put her to bed and wake her up? How will we know when to start helping her to roll over or crawl or walk? Or what if she doesn’t like us? Doesn’t like me?” He finished his ramble with a big stuttering inhale, blue eyes wide and watery.

Lewis knew George was a pretty emotional person anyway but pregnancy hormones had amplified that. So he knew not to react unkindly despite how silly some of the things he was worried over sounded. “George, babe, listen to me okay? You have nothing to be worried about. The bag thing, we’ll sort tomorrow yeah? Get it sorted, no problem. The room can wait because she’ll be sleeping in with us for at least the next 6 months anyway.” He soothed, “You won’t do anything to hurt her because I know you would do anything to make sure she’s safe. And no parent knows what they’re doing first time round yeah? It’s all learning and trial and error and learning what works for us as a family. And things like walking, we really don’t need to worry about that just yet.” He chuckled, “and of course she’ll like you. She’ll adore you. Just like I do.”

George just gave a pathetic little sniffle as he listened to what his boyfriend had to say. “I’m sorry for being so stupid.” He mumbled, looking down at his hands still rubbing patterns on his skin.

Lewis looked personally offended at that and placed his hands on George’s cheeks getting him to focus fully on him. “Don’t ever apologise for being worried ok? And you are not stupid. This whole becoming a parent thing is really scary for me too, so I’m right there with you but all we need to focus on is not things going right but just doing this together and loving her. That’s all we can do and the rest will follow, yeah?”

George nodded as best he could with his face being held in the protective grip of Lewis.

Feeling satisfied that he understood, Lewis let go and bent down to pick up the forgotten item on the floor. “Now, why don’t you carry on with this for a bit longer? Then we can come back to bed and get some sleep.” Lewis suggested, handing back the little pink half-cardigan.

“We?” George asked, confused, “Lew, it’s okay, you can go back to bed. It’ll be boring just watching me.”

“Nah, I want to.” Lewis answered, sitting back on the floor to lean his back against the dresser and getting comfy. “Besides, I can watch you and maybe pick up a few tips and then we can make a whole wardrobe for her!”

George just let out a snort as he saw Lewis’ cheeky smirk, settling himself to get cosy in the chair again before pressing play on his phone to resume the video.

After half an hour of comfortable, peaceful silence, both men were asleep, letting out soft snores in their soon-to-be daughter’s room.

[enquire]

Legacy and Tragedy (background story 1?)

I think it's time to talk about what the deal is with Saber and his dad.

This little backstory is going to be a smidge more dark for the my little horse show alright.

It's fineee, ok, ponies die in MLP.

To be honest it's not that bad. I mean it could be worse like uh... certain things that happen in the original dra canon.. ehem anyway this may be a little out of left field but bear with me here. I felt Saber needed a backstory of somewhat equal weight for it to still feel like it's him, and fit in the way I want it to...

ANYWAY I am rambling about my dra pony au again so buckle in.

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Ever since he could remember, Saber Frost knew who he was supposed to be. Being raised by his father Cold Steel, his life was surrounded by the Equestrian Guard since he was just a foal. He watched his father rise through the ranks, until he held the title of Captain of the Equestrian Guard.

They were different from Day and Night Guard; ever servants of the royal family. Instead of performing meaningless ceremonial duties, and being easily swept aside by almost any threat, the Equestrian Guard actually protect and serve everypony.

That's what Saber had always been told, and believed. He strove to follow in his father's hoofsteps and become the kind of pony who saved lives, and kept everyone safe. The kind of pony who ensured justice was done.

Cold Steel taught him everything he knew. How to defend himself. How to track down missing ponies. The proper way to care for your gear, and the best methods of investigating crime scenes. How to subdue criminals. How to prioritize during an emergency. How to make necessary sacrifices.

Everything Saber understood about the world, he saw through the same lens. And so, he, and his best friend, a unicorn named Keen Blaze, vowed to become heroes together.

Saber and Keen rose quickly through the ranks. Though Keen was always a few steps ahead, Saber was proud of his accomplishments. Even if his father was disappointed when Keen gained the rank of Lieutenant instead, Saber wasn't competitive. Maybe, part of him preferred to stay in Keen's shadow, where the pressure was less. Supporting his friend, and protecting each other.

But safety never truly lasts. This is a lesson Saber thought he had already learned. It had been drilled into him ever since he was a foal. The reality was, he had never truly known it. Until the day changelings descended down upon Canterlot, taking the castle and incapacitating the Royal Guard.

Spies had already infiltrated the Equestrian Guard, claiming their headquarters and taking several of their own as captives, including Keen Blaze. When the Captain of the Equestrian Guard realized what had happened, it was far too late to recover lost ground.

Changelings swarmed the city, attacking civilian and soldier alike. The princesses were nowhere to be seen. It seemed as though the few brigades of the Equestrian Guard still standing were the only thing left between Canterlot and annihilation. And if Canterlot fell, the rest of Equestria could, too.

So, he came up with a plan to destroy their own headquarters. Doing so would take out the great number of changelings using it as a base of operations and remove access to the catacombs below, stopping the invading army from escaping underground.

Two birds, one stone.

But when he gave the order, Captain Steel was met with resistance for perhaps the first time. Many of the ponies under his leadership had qualms about the hostages still trapped inside, most of whom were sworn members of the Guard, just like them. Companions, and friends.

Cold Steel pointed out that they could very well be changelings, disguised in order to prevent retaliation. And that if not, their comrades' sacrifice would protect the safety of Canterlot and ensure the changeling menace was driven back before the worst came to pass.

But hesitation was natural, wasn't it? Nopony spoke. Until Saber, seeing his father without support, came forward and stood by his words.

After that, more ponies fell in beside him. A tide shifting in favor of the Captain and his plan.

Saber was among the unicorns whose magic took the building down. When it was done, at first, the guard was triumphant. Black, broken carapaces and shattered bug wings signaled their success. The bugs still left alive fled to the other side of the city, leaving the district quiet at last.

But not al the bodies left in the rubble belonged to changelings. The captured ponies had not been fake. Saber was the first to spot burned, brown fur. He forced the wreckage aside, but it was too late. Keen was already dead.

The cheers faded as more and more comrades were found broken and lifeless in the remains. And before the guard could recover enough to take back the rest of Canterlot, a wave of magic exploded from the palace, expelling the invading changelings and rendering the sacrifices made completely, utterly, pointless.

Saber kept staring, half expecting the body of his friend to be wreathed in green flame. For the corpse of a changeling to be revealed instead. But when the bugs were purged from Canterlot, Keen's body remained there, untouched.

Even as several years passed, part of Saber was left behind in that moment. Nightmares and shadows, ever present, almost cemented in his mind by the familiar parapets and streets of Canterlot. And echoing in his father's cold voice and stony expression.

Perhaps that is why Saber chose to leave Canterlot, going over his father's head by giving in to his friends' advice to request reassignment. To a small town Thrift, and two friends he had yet to meet, called home.

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here's an alternate untinted version for color reasons

It was fun getting to write down some of the deeper lore for this silly little au... I will likely do more of this sort of thing in the future. Hope anyone who read all that enjoyed it. I might actually write some stories too, who knows.

p.s. If you're curious, Steel left the kirin village (or some other kirin location) a long time ago. Probably because he had a difference of opinion with them, or didn't have any interest in being 'silenced.'

Saber was born in Canterlot, so he doesn't remember the village or have a connection to his heritage. His mother (an unnamed unicorn) isn't around anymore, and Steel raised Saber by himself.

p.p.s. I uh kinda forgot to mention this but I am working from the idea that there are three factions going on, two of which are Celestia and Luna's respective royal guards, and the other which takes on the role local authorities, militia, etc would fill. Kinda how the Wonderbolts are essentially an air force. The Equestrian Guard might have its headquarters in Canterlot, but it's based throughout Equestria. The Day/Night Guards (who let's face it, are indeed often kind of useless and largely ceremonial) are not Equestria's army, internal security force, or anything; that's where the Equestrian Guard comes in.

[rose-of-the-grave]

Sleeping On The Job

Pairing: Gwyn x Azriel

Ok, I know I haven't posted in over a month but I was really busy with school so here's a gwynriel oneshot! Hope you enjoy. I'm the author (please don't repost) <3

Masterlist. Read on Ao3

Warnings: 18+, sub!az x dom!gwyn, kissing, leading into sex

Word Count: 1.8k

Description: While on a practice mission Gwyn gets tired so she and Az stop to sleep in a cave. Gwyn gets cold and Az wrestles with his emotions.

They had been walking for hours, tracking this thing and Gwyn was exhausted. When Azriel had suggested that they move her practice outside of the ring she hadn’t been expecting this. This was torture. She’d been up before the sun had even started to light up the sky and it was already dark now. 

A few feet up ahead the shadowsinger crept through the woods, his footsteps went undetected. Cloaked by the night and his shadows, Gwyn could hardly see him. She followed suit, careful not to step on any fallen leaves or twigs. With every little noise her heartbeat quickened, apprehensive that they had been caught. Logically Gwyn knew that Az would never take her out on a practice run without making sure that she was in no real danger. And even if something did happen, they were both armed to the teeth.

An owl hooted in the distance. Gwyn’s head twisted so fast that her braid whipped in her face, hard. Then, to her surprise she heard a low chuckle. He was laughing! How dare he? It was his fault she was so tired. And cold. And nervous. She had been training with the shadowsinger late at night whenever neither of them could sleep for months now. If she did well on this practice mission then she might eventually get sent out on a mission of her own. She didn’t think she could bear it if she failed, especially in front of Az.

Their friendship had grown in their time spent together training and lately she had noticed that she felt much more at ease with him. Sharing stories and laughing together. Teasing him about his widely known crush on her best friend, Nesta’s younger sister. How he could be so obvious when his job was to be a spy was beyond her. It was only lately that she had started to experience a pang in her chest whenever he mentioned the beautiful Elain. And when he had stopped talking about her, seemingly moved on, she was happy. 

They were friends and yet she was happy that the person he liked had decided to try to make things work with her mate. What kind of friend did that make her? Nesta and Emerie would tell her she was jealous if they could hear her thoughts. That is, they would if she had confessed to them how she had begun to feel.

Despite her changing feelings she was still determined to remain his friend. It was better to have him in her life as a friend but always wishing for more instead of losing him forever because of a crush. Oh, but there were times when she wished that she wasn’t such a coward when it came to him. How could she be brave when it came to fighting for her life and the life of her fellow Valkyries but when it came to telling someone she liked him she couldn’t say a thing. And she had tried. Many times. But there was nothing to do for it. Everytime she would open her mouth and nothing would come out. She would just be stuck standing there with her mouth opening  and closing like one of the fish in the river they were crossing.

He went first to make sure it was safe. It was times like these that she could hardly resist him. When he made it to the other side he turned around, his expression encouraging. Taking a tentative step across she hurried across. She was almost on the other side when she lost her balance.

But, he caught her. His arm slid around her waist, securing her. After he had steadied her his arm retreated back to his side. She mourned its loss. He turned away and kept walking into the darkness. It welcomed him like an old friend, allowing him to hide within. And yet, when most could not see any of him she still could. Perhaps it was his conscious effort to ensure she never lost sight of him or maybe it was his shadows reassuring her that he was never far from her side. At this point she would never know.

They kept on creeping along through the trees, weaving through the tree trunks and hanging branches that occasionally brushed Gwyn's hair. With every step her feet had a harder time lifting themselves from the ground. It was as if she were walking through sludge. Her eyes slowly crept closed, preventing her from seeing a tree root sticking up from the ground. Her foot caught on it and she stumbled. She quickly righted herself and kept on trailing behind her companion.

“We can stop and rest if you want.” Az had paused to offer Gwyn an opportunity to take a break. He knew that she would walk, dead on her feet, until they completed this practice mission but he also knew that she had awoken early as always this morning. She needed her sleep.

Defiant as ever, she shook her head. “No, we should keep going.”

“You could say that without yawning. We’re stopping. Come on, there's a cave near here where we can take shelter.”

Under normal circumstances she might have protested but her need for sleep was too great. She couldn’t keep her eyes open for more than a few seconds before it became too tiring to keep them open. “Fine.” She grumbled, secretly relieved.

Before she knew it they were no longer in the open air. The walls of the cave stopped the wind from causing her to shiver. She watched, barely awake as Azriel gathered firewood and lit a fire. She also, somehow, was awake enough to catch the slight tremor on his hands as he started the fire. Her heart clenched for his younger self who had had to endure such terrible things at the hands of his half-brothers.

The warmth of the fire was a welcome treat. Laying on her side she curled into a ball, hoping that her clothes would be enough to keep her warm. Azriel stood guard at the entrance of the cave. He alternated between watching for possible threats and Gwyn sleeping. It was certainly not the first time that his mind had remarked on how cute she was. Her face scrunched up a bit, almost as if she could hear his thoughts. He had always thought her beautiful but lately he had taken more notice. 

After centuries of fruitless pining for Mor and, more recently, Elain he had sworn off of letting someone else be the reason why he felt bad about himself. With Mor he had always wondered whether he would ever be good enough for her. Later, with Elain, he had been doomed from the start. Before he let himself fall for the sweet and spunky Gwyn he would wait until he felt more certain she would welcome his advances. With her more than anyone he wanted to take his time. He didn’t want to rush anything.

Gwyn’s shivering shook him from his thoughts. Despite her cloak, her leathers, and the fire she was still cold. Before he could give it a second thought he commanded his shadows to watch over the cave for him. Then, approaching the shivering priestess he took his own cloak off, placing it over her. And yet, it still wasn’t enough.

Already cursing himself for what he’s about to do he walks around her and lies down behind her, keeping a few inches of space between them. Then, carefully, he unfurled one of his wings and allowed it to cocoon her.

She shifted in her sleep. Holding himself still, he watched on as she turned around to face him. He watched as she inched closer, eyes still closed. She let loose a puff of air that hit his wing right where it was most sensitive. He stiffened, trying to keep a leash on the scent of his arousal. If she woke now to see him lying so close to her so clearly aroused she would never speak to him again. Nor would Nesta or any of his other friends. He could picture it so clearly in his mind's eye. In all of his time of knowing his brother’s mate he had always known that there were no limits to how far she would go for her family. Despite being centuries old he would be lying if he said that Nesta couldn’t scare him.

What’s more nobody would stop her if she tried to kill him and if he was being honest he would probably let her. He wouldn’t want to live in a world where he had made Gwyn uncomfortable. It was a fucking nightmare.

He was so utterly lost in his thoughts that he never noticed when she woke up or how long she had been watching him.

“Thanks for keeping me warm.”

His eyes shot to hers, which were shining with amusement. His cheeks reddened with embarrassment. She laughed, “So, should I comment on the change in scent?”

With a blink of an eye he shot up and was standing on the other side of the cave.

“Awww, are you a little shy? Don’t worry, I don't mind.”

Could it be possible? She certainly didn’t seem uncomfortable, if anything she was amused. Maybe he had been wrong, maybe he did have a chance. For the first time in centuries he felt a spark of hope.

“Truly?”

“Yeah, get back over here.”

At his hesitant approach she motioned with her hand to encourage him. He knelt next to her, still keeping some distance between them. Well, that just wouldn’t do. Gwyn reached out with her hand and placed it on his shoulder. At his lack of protest she leaned and kissed him. Planting her hand more firmly, she pushed him to the ground. He made a small noise. Pulling back she noticed that one of his wings was caught under him.

“Poor Illyrian baby.”

She readjusted his wings, her soft hands brushing against the most sensitive part of them. Her position left no doubt of his reaction. Laughing softly under her breath she brushed against the same spot with more intent. Obscene moans fell from his honeyed lips. She leaned back down, capturing his lips with her own.

Her hands slid down to find his which had been fluttering around her waist and placed the more firmly around her waist before letting her hands drift back up to tangle in his hair. She could feel when he grew more confident that this wasn’t a dream. His hands slid down and under her clothes to cover her ass. 

“I’ve dreamt of this for so long.” He murmured. She was gazing into his eyes, mesmerized by how wondrous he looked. 

Biting her lip, she admitted, “Me too."

[payservewomen]

I’m tempted to say “I’ve hit a new low”😔 but in reality, I’ve been at rock bottom for…a very long time. Years I suppose.

But at least a few years ago, I interacted with women outside of work. But now? I don’t even leave my bedroom on my days off from work.

I sit on my bed, watching humiliation clips; calling ignore phone lines; taking embarrassing photos of myself; edging myself, oftentimes for many hours(almost never less than 4hrs. up to 12hrs)

The one newer development is- I’ll edge for a while, but then the sadness/anxiety makes me go limp….or i’ll be semi hard but my loser penis only grows slightly larger.

It’s like i’m trying to keep in as small as possible, because I know it should be teeny tiny. It CAN grow to 7in but considering how pathetic I am, part of me wishes I had a microdick. Then I could forget these thoughts i have of becoming a normal person again.

Then I could search 24/7 for a superior woman who wants to use and abuse me.

I fantasize about meeting a woman and dating….Getting comfortable with her to the point that I’m able to do the best I’m capable of in making her orgasm…. But then we open up and share kinks etc….and i know as time goes on, there will be many times my dick doesn’t work.

Slowly over time, she realizes just how much of a beta i am, and begins flirting with real, confident men.

By this time, we’re living together; Maybe one month she asks me to cover all the rent, then bills and spends her money on going out….Then a “friend” of hers(maybe with a unisex name that’s usually a woman’s name)is coming into town; she offers our place to stay….Tells me to make dinner etc saying “ali loves lobster tails and filet mignon! I know ur low on money, but it’s ok! I’ll still have enough left until ur next paycheck! Thanks sweetie! Maybe we’ll meet at the airport, then I’ll let you know when we’re on our way, flight gets in i think about 5pm but who knows if it’ll be on time”

I get off work, begin prepping everything….texting her asking if ali’s plane arrived at 5:30….”it did but we’re tryna find the luggage etc. With traffic it’ll take quite a while, plan for a late dinner!”

By 6:30, still nothing, so i text then call to find her phones off.

I figure she’ll probably be walking in any minute….So i check the “find my iphone” tryna be extra sweet and have everything timed perfectly. I see it moved from the airport towards home and begin making dinner….Until i realize another hour has passed. I check it again to see it’s been somewhere between home and the airport for 2 hours now!

Next thing i know, it’s 10, then 11, then 12 midnight!

I’m dozing off and finally see a text “Omg babe i’m sorry! I lost track of time! Ali said getting a hotel room would be easier, and we’ve just been catching up but ugh it got so late and you know how i don’t like to drive at night anyway, so I’m just gonna stay here tonight, see ya tomorrow!”

I just fall asleep, and wake in the AM to see several weird video texts from a number i don’t know….I hear giggling and a man’s voice….almost seeming like someone’s trying to record something and my gf saying “no stop don’t! that’s mean ali!” There’s at least 4-5 clips like that, the last one ending with my girlfriends sexy belly on the screen. I figure ohhh they’re just having fun i guess? But it did give me a bad feeling in my stomach….

Those vids were sent at about 1am. Then at 2am, just a close up of what i’m sure is my gf’s skin, but i can’t tell what part of her body…..but the audio on it was simply my gfs voice sounding like she’s whining or moaning or something? and saying “mmmmm ohhhhk fuck it”

Then 30mins later the clip begins blacked out, but with clear audio…just sounds like licking and slurping….Then a man’s voice “yeah worship it bitch. Now, say it” then the phone moves, showing an arrogant looking man smiling, then it slowly pans down over his entire perfectly fit muscular body….very slowly, stopping on each part of his stunningly perfect body….i mean this guy had an 8pack! Absolutely chiseled in every way. Then it stops to show his abs and v-lines, and then slowly shows his balls…I didn’t know balls could actually be that big!

Then slowly as possible, the camera moves to show the thickest cock i’ve ever seen!

Then the vids stop…but there’s a text at 4am with only an address….my gf knows i wake up for work at 4am…

i call and text her but her phones off ofc. I go to work, and finally around noon, my gf calls saying she’s going shopping with Ali, saying she didn’t bring any of her credit cards asking if i’ve got any money left…i tell her i’m not sure how much, but i’ve got $500 in a sportsbook app from winning the night before…”omg babe that’s perfect! Don’t worry i can move it from there, is it your normal password?” I answer yes, and ask her just to leave at least $100 or so….

And ask if theyre gonna be having dinner tonight…”yeah sweetie we are! I’ll let you know when we’re on the way”

I ask her wtf all those vids were. and who that guy was and she replies “huh? Wait what? You’re telling me you got videos from a random number?! And it had a perfect man’s body with a horse cock?! Lol babe i dunno what websites you’ve been visiting but i’d imagine it’s something to do with that!🤣 What?! u think i’m cheating on you with an old friend or something?! jk! Love u babe”

I hang up the phone and immediately get the same text with the same address, i look up the address to find a really really nice hotel is there. Then another text comes through simply saying “penthouse suite, beta cuck”

Then another text….just a screenshot of a receipt from stub hub for tickets to the nuggets game that night, 5:10pm. 2 tickets, $250 each, wow, better than i’ve ever had for sure.

Then one more text again with the hotels address, saying “ur welcome to stop by whenever, but i suggest you either wait for us to get there or something. not getting up to open the door if we busy fuckin. Can’t wait to see your bitch ass cry🤣”

This one hits me like a ton of bricks and it’s feeling more n more that it’s gotta be exactly what it seems….but no way she’d do this to me!

The great part of our relationship is complete and total honesty and openness! My gf, allison is kinky and loves to be a dirty slut, and we have talked about her fucking others, maybe even a gangbang!

But we’d only done a handful of super kinky things….we’re both submissive so it’s kinda hard to push it and try really crazy n kinky things….we both need that more aggressive attitude!

But i know she loves me deeply. We’ve such an intensely strong emotional connection, more than either of us ever have!

Still no word from my gf and it’s 8pm. At 9pm she finally texts me but it’s the exact same as from the other phone number and it’s just the hotel address and room number…..I call her back, and it rings and rings until going to voicemail. Maybe she didn’t hear it, i call again…it rings 3-4times, less than the last time, then goes to voicemail. I try again and it rings twice then voicemail….Again, same thing. I call yet AGAIN, prob the 6th time and it goes straight to voicemail!

I check the phone locator app and see her phone was at ball arena(nuggets play there)the length of the game….and moved to exactly where the hotel is.

I get dressed, now fearing the worst, but thinking “ok this makes no sense! Either she’s playing some joke on me; something weird like that or some surprise for me?”But i do realize that the most likely thing is…maybe she’s been partying with her friend, she cheated and isn’t sure how to deal with me…..But what’s up with the pics etc? ofc she’s aware of my pervy kinks etc, and she’s prob making it seem like she’s cheating on me, i’m hoping!

I walk to the light rail station, and get on the train….Ugh yeh don’t have the money to get an uber…i checked my bet365 account to see its at zero!

Wtf?! I had some futures bets….ones i could cash out for about $250 total, but they were all just cashed out! i’ve not one bet at all and no money here!

I see that $800 was withdrawn and my bank account was credited $800! But $500 used for the tickets, and $300 spent at some weird fancy store downtown.

Ok that’s it i’ve gotta see what’s up as i’m sitting on the train, mind running wild. Fuck, i gotta get off and walk 20mins, then get a bus!

I get off the train, walking to the bus stop…..Bus finally comes and oh fuck, as i’m tryna buy a bus ticket on the app(for $2.75) It dawns on me “fuck i don’t have enough money in my account” i look at the driver and say “i’m not sure why it’s not working” he looks at it and says “yeah cuz you’re card is being declined, sorry” and closes the doors.

I’m defeated and want to cry. Looking at google, i see it’ll take 2.5 hours to walk there….

It’s now almost 10pm and i consider going back home, but then wtf?! I can’t just sit at home wondering wtf is going on!

So i walk and walk…i watch the clip again and again of the perfect man’s body, fantasizing that the woman i’m in love with is cheating on me in the meanest way possible….Finally, it’s after midnight and I arrive at the hotel….I ask the front desk how to get to the penthouse, and she tells me “the elevator is right over there, but Sir, there isn’t anyone staying there right now”

I thank her and walk away tryna figure out what to do.

I text my gf asking why she texted me that address. she texts back right away with another address! I lose it and call a few times, each time it’s sent to voicemail. I text her back yelling “OK WTF is going on?! What’s your problem? Tell me what’s happening right fucking now!”

She texts back “i’m sorry sweetie, i didn’t mean to upset you! Just having fun with my friend, sorry guess i didn’t realize….I’ll be home tonight, but we’re out, omg babe i’m so drunk! I’ll see you at home, probably late!”

So i begin to walk back home…and remember the light rail isn’t running anymore….Now, I’ve got a 3.5 hour walk!

Finally i arrive home, it rained a little and i’m soaked, socks wet, and miserable and exhausted….

I open the door and hear slurping sounds and my gf giggling. My heart sinks and i already know what’s happening….I yell “wtf are you laughing about?! The fuck is wrong with you, ur being a fucking bitch!”

And i see the same man from the clips emerge from my bedroom, butt naked….he’s holding my favorite shirt, sweat dripping off his immaculate body and he wipes it off, then wipes his asshole with it, now it has skidmarks and throws it at me, saying “wtf did you say bitch?”

I ask who he is and what he’s doing at my place he replies “whatever tf i feel like doing faggot!” I say no it’s my place, and no i’m not gay” i emphasize gay, since i’m not a fan of bigotry and homophobia…”yeh didn’t say your gay, but you ARE a bitch ass faggot! Wtf you gonna do about it, huh? that’s wtf i thought, now, on your knees…obey or i’m gonna beat you up so badly….maybe you’ll get outta the hospital by the time i get out of jail, but it’s your choice” while making his pecs bounce in a very intimidating way. he walks up to me cracking his knuckles saying “ya know, i really DO hope you put up a fight; nobody ever wants to fight me” I look him up and down, knowing he’d kill me quickly….He’s gotta be a foot taller than me….im 5’9 and he’s gotta be at least 6’6!

I ask if i can take my shoes and wet socks off first and he laughs then slaps me in the face, open handed but hard, immediately followed by a left handed slap, i lose my balance and stumble to my knees, then i say “ok ok” on my knees looking up at him.

“Thank me for bullying you. Do it bitch” i thank him, he laughs, spits on me and gives me a wedgie….i make noise indicating it’s hurting, and he proceeds to give me an atomic wedgie…laughs then demands i take my clothes off but keep my wet socks on….

He laughs hysterically at my dick and shouts “baby, how tf were you actually fucking THIS?! omfg, ok come on slut”

And i see my love…she’s crawling on all fours..crawls up to this greek god and begins kissing his feet. She works her way up his legs, as she kisses and licks literally every inch of his perfect body.

Ali then says “ok now, don’t make me tell you again”

She looks me directly in my eyes “Bobby, keep looking in my eyes, ali says we must keep eye contact and he’s in charge here, ok? Please listen to what he says, i don’t want you to get hurt, i really don’t…not physically anyway. I say that because i i i DO want you to get emotionally hurt. I am sorry but when Ali told me he wanted to fuck me, i told him about you. Over months he kept teasing me for fucking such a loser; i love you but you are a loser. He’s been sending me pics of him, and the girls he fucks and omg babe, they cum so hard, and I fondly remembered being fucked by ali. I broke up with him cuz he cheated constantly and i thought that wasn’t ok, Now i realize how superior he is. It’s a small price to pay to be allowed to touch a superior man, im sure you understand. After i admitted how badly i wanted him he began insulting you and making fun of you. He made me take pics and record our sex, and that’s why i haven’t cum in so long, he said i wasn’t allowed with a loser like you. Ali is a sadist, he loves to make women worship him and loves nothing more than breaking beta men like you. That’s not an insult; you’re a beta, he’s an alpha, ya know?

He’s been planning for months to do this….it’s his masterpiece of destroying a loser!”

By this time i’m crying, tears streaming down my face…

“now bobby, we’re recording all of this and you’re now going to thank ali for making your fantasies come true. I know it hurts; the goal is to break you. Ali and i will marry, and you will work for us and live in a tiny room in the basement. U will be used and abused. I know it hurts but this is your new life now. Sure you can run away or something, but then ali will send all the vids and clips to your entire contact list.

But right now you’re going to beg ali to let you eat his sweaty asshole, do it you fucking piece of shit!” By this time ali is rubbing her pussy with his foot and it’s making her horny af….mmm fuck, i fucking hate you loser!” And she spits on me, confusing and hurting me.

I begin to beg to eat his asshole….

And wow, I began this planning on just whining about being so sad and pathetic but then wrote all this…wow i’ve got issues

[furaflictedhost]

Can I recomend "Dad turned into a zombie again" combined with sleep deprivation?

Absolutely! Here's Sleep Deprivation and "Dad's turned into a zombie again."

Late nights weren’t exactly a first for William, but this was a new one. 

He hadn’t missed this many nights of sleep in a row since finals week of college. Between organizing the opening of the new Freddy’s, personal projects, and building the new animatronics, he’d hardly gotten a moment of downtime.

Now he was practically asleep on his feet, a mug of coffee in his hand, glaring at the clock. He’d lost track of how long he’d been standing there, and the clock kept jumping whenever he blinked. 

Blinking a couple times, he tried to comprehend what that incessant beeping was, and after a moment realized it was the coffee maker turning off. Coffee. That sounded like a wonderful idea. He poured himself a mug and sipped the caffeinated substance. 

It tasted wonderful, and gave his vision a bit more clarity. He continued working on the project that had taken up so much of his time, and was working as a distraction from his body’s outcry from being kept awake so long. The mug was warm in his grip, and he paused, considering the feeling. It was comforting.

The next thing he was aware of was the mug clattering to the floor, sloshing hot coffee all over his shoes. He jumped back, startled by the sudden loud noise, and the scalding liquid suddenly drenching his pant leg. Heart hammering, he leaned against his desk, and turned to Henry. 

Looking around for his friend, He found he was alone in his workshop. Leaning heavily against his desk, he stared down at the remains of the mug at his feet. Two little shoes invaded the edge of his field of view. Glancing to the side, he saw his youngest staring up at him.

Evan was clutching his Fredbear stuffed animal as usual, and was looking at him like his head was on backwards. 

“Papa?”

The young boy looked at the mug, and then back at his father.

“It broke. Are you ok?”

William tried to respond, he really did, but the words got lost somewhere between thought and speech. 

“Hgn.” 

He was vaguely aware of his youngest wandering out at some point, and something that sounded like ‘Dad turned into a zombie again!’ being called upstairs. His alarm started beeping loudly, indicating it was time for work again. 

Pushing himself to a full stand, he held out his arms for balance as his vision swam. He squeezed his eyes shut for a moment, to avoid watching the world go topsy-turvy. His head hurt like someone had taken a jackhammer to his temples. 

Once his vision had straightened, he opened his eyes, and headed to his room to grab a new pair of slacks, ones that didn’t have coffee on the cuffs. Trudging his way upstairs, he barely made it to his room without falling. 

As he headed to the wardrobe, he caught sight of his reflection in the floor length mirror. He was a mess, hair all over the place, tie askew, and shirt wrinkly. He’d apparently removed his vest at some point, he wasn’t sure when. Time seemed to run together at this point.

Normally his appearance would’ve appalled him, being so unkempt. However in his sleep deprived state, he found it deliriously amusing. He chuckled, quietly at first, but then just dissolved into depraved giggles and sank to the floor in front of the mirror. 

He was vaguely aware of a presence behind him, before he felt a hand on his head, gently tousling his hair. In the reflection he could see his wife standing behind him, looking down at him with a heavily concerned expression. 

“Are you alright, hon?”

Clara knelt down next to him, and he grinned up at her. She sighed, and looped her arms underneath his, and hauled him towards their bed. William struggled weakly, but to no avail.

“I…I have to go to work. Le-go.” His words slurred together in an almost drunken manner.

She hefted him onto their bed, and straddled him to keep him in place. 

“Absolutely not. You haven’t slept in 4 days, you are not safe to drive, you are staying right here.”

He fixed her with a wide eyed stare, and then blinked a couple times. Checking the date on his alarm clock only proved her right. 

“But what about-”

“No.” She cut him off. “I’m going to call Henry and tell him you’re deliriously sleep deprived. You,” she pushed her hand to his chest, forcing him to lie back down. “are going to sleep.”

He tried to protest but she gave him a stern look that left no room for discussions. Feeling a tad put upon, William rolled onto his side as soon as she got off him. 

“I am not that tired…”

The next thing he knew he was waking up the beeping of his alarm.

~~~~~

Henry hadn’t expected to be working alone today, so Mrs. Afton’s call came as a surprise. He needed the extra set of hands, and Scott wasn’t around. So he sat there for a moment, contemplating how to handle the situation. William was usually the one who handled this sort of thing, so he felt a bit lost.

“Charlie?”

His daughter stepped forward, holding up two cans of spray paint. 

“Don’t worry, dad. I gotcha covered.”

[my-shields-are-down]

Christmas 🎄

#one word prompt #Chenford one shot

Better late than never. All mistakes are my own. Enjoy!

(this along with many of my other one shots will be on AO3 in a bit)

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Lucy’s Aunt Amy and her companion stepped into Wade Grey’s home the day before Christmas with a large tote bag and a steamer trunk.

While fully decorated for the holiday, the group gathered by the fire is a far cry from jolly.   Lucy’s found family - the people she loves - are scattered around the living room lost in their own thoughts, vaguely aware of the new people, much less the room in which they sit.

None of them look like the celebratory picture on the mantle - from Lucy and Tim’s wedding - with confetti falling from the sky and everyone laughing with love beaming from their eyes.

Now they all look like husks of their former selves.  Pale, listless, dead bloodshot eyes, gaunt, no joy, no smiles, no merriment for the season. A muted version of their former selves.  The heart and soul of the group was missing.

Lucy had been kidnapped - stolen really - from her honeymoon in Thailand during a targeted attack on their resort - just under a year ago.  

Aldo Solanga, having discovered Lucy was a cop, had used his extensive network of traffickers, slaves, opium and arms dealers, etc. to track her movements and attack once she was in Asia - far from the reach and protection of the US Government.  

The last time anyone from the group in Grey’s house had received any intel on Lucy was 9 months ago.  The CIA had tracked her deep into the wilds of mainland China - where Solanga had sold Lucy to an unknown highest bidder - then she had disappeared and the government had stopped working with and updating the LAPD.  She was just gone.

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Tim had been holding out hope that the Army Special Forces would be able to rescue her before the auction was complete but when that didn’t happen he had completely fallen apart.  

After a month of pure anguish, he had quietly resigned from the police force, closed up his house, rented a camper van and had taken Kojo on a 7-month road trip across the country- taking the retirement trip he and Lucy had started to map out while in Thailand.  He had just gotten back to Los Angeles two weeks prior and had been summoned to Captain Grey’s house last night.

He knew he was better, but he believed he would never be fine or ok ever again.

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Tim glanced up and saw Aunt Amy deep in hushed conversation across the room.  By chance she glanced at Tim and their eyes met, she briefly nodded at him and then quickly stepped into the center of the room, dragging her companion with her.

Tim looked at the man next to her.  He was Asian, likely Chinese given the rapid fire Cantonese coming out in hushed tones.  Roughly Angela’s height, with glasses; he was thin, slightly hunched, but that could be due to the weight of whatever he was carrying under his jacket, which he kept patting every so often.  

Some distant memory started forming in Tim’s brain, causing him to sit up and watch Amy.  Tim didn’t know what or how, but he knew something was stirring in the air.

Amy then reached down into her large bag and pulled out several envelopes of various size and thickness, and gestured for the man to do something with the large box he had been pulling behind him.

Tim had caught Angela’s eye and had nodded in Amy’s direction.  Angela and the remaining MidWilshire people stopped their conversations and turned towards Amy.

“For those of you I didn’t meet at the wedding, I’m Amy Chen - Lucy’s Aunt Amy.  I’ll get to my friend here in just a moment.

Thank you Wade and Luna for opening your home to us and for gathering everyone together.  I know these past several months have been taxing on everyone. 

I don’t have a lot of time - so please hold your questions until the end.

My friend here is Chang Liu - he’s a tailor from the Lanzhou Province deep in mainland China.  His father is a major opium trafficker and the one who bought Lucy at auction - as a bride for his second son, and tutor/Nanny for his third.”

Collective gasps spring up amongst Amy’s audience, and all eyes turn to Tim who is now standing a few feet in front of Amy, reaching out….

Amy meets Tim’s eyes and starts nodding.  “She’s alive, Tim.  Lucy is alive.”

Tim, for his part, felt his heart catch in his chest, wondering how he still had tears left to cry, as several slid down his face.  “As of when Amy?  How recently?”

Amy turned to Chang, who stepped forward to Tim and said, “Yesterday.”

Tim looked between Amy and Chang, back and forth, before his eyes rolled back into his head and he fainted.

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When Tim came to, he found himself sitting in a burgundy leather Eames lounge chair in Wade’s library alone with Chang and Amy.

Tim whispered, “there’s more, isn’t there?”

Amy nodded and held up her hand to stop his questions.  “Yes, Tim. Quite a lot more. I wanted to talk to you alone for this next bit. You can choose to share however much or little with the rest of the group as you want.  The next part will be overwhelming - so is there someone you want with you for this?”

Tim nodded and said, “Angela, please.”

Amy nods again and Wade gets up to trade places with Angela, who enters the study, sitting next to Tim and grabbing his hand.

“Before I can tell you anything Tim, I need you to sign both of these documents- they are in Chinese - we didn’t have time to get them translated- but basically they say you met me and Chang and we told you a story, gave you some things and then left.  I will email you the English versions tonight or whenever I’m done chatting with the State Department. “

Tim didn’t even hesitate, he grabbed a pen, and quickly signed both documents. Angela then signed as a witness.  

Amy put the documents into a portfolio and pulled out a laptop which she handed to Chang who leaned forward and began to speak in accented English.

“I am the second son and my dad’s favorite.  But being a gay man in Communist China - not such a great thing.  Dad has gone to great lengths to protect me.  Buying Lucy was part of my dad’s plan to save us both.

She was not in a good spot during that auction- damaged goods is what they told the buyers.  My dad paid top dollar so she’d be placed with him, no questions or follow up asked.”

Yes, follow up. Wait… didn’t you know?”

Amy shook her head. Angela asked, “Know what?”

Chang sighed. “Lucy was 3-½ months pregnant during that auction.  By follow up, I mean the traffickers normally would come and take the baby as payment. But my dad couldn’t let that happen, so he paid top top dollar for no follow up.”

“We told the doctors in our village that I was the father and prayed that the baby would look like Lucy and not the dad.  My father is a proud man, but kind, empathic and caring.  Very loving.  He recognized a kindred spirit in Lucy and knew she would not survive if someone else had “won” her. 

Tim immediately whispered, “I am a dad?  I have a baby? Is the baby ok?”

Angela hugged Tim hard - while he sat there stunned.

Chang spoke as he tapped on the computer.  “Lucy and I became very good friends.  She confided in me a lot.“  When he found what he wanted, he whirled the computer around so the screen was facing Angela and Tim, and showed them a picture of Lucy with a black haired baby in a pink onesie on her chest and a massive smile on her face. “That’s Theia (Amy leans forward - “Greek for ‘a shining light from the clear blue sky’”)…and… (tapping the arrow) “that’s Sunniva - we call her Sunny” (Amy - “Italian for ‘gift from the sun’ ”) in a purple onesie.

That got Tim’s attention - “Wait, go back.  TWO baby girls?  Theia and Sunniva?  Twins?”

Amy beamed and tapped on the arrow again, pulling up a picture of a crying Lucy holding two baby girls. Chang again said, “Theia Amelia and Sunniva Angelina.”  At that, both Amy and Angela gasped and started laughing, standing up and hugging each other, eyes bright with tears.

Tim was scowling.  “Amy - no offense, but these pics could be doctored.  I want so badly for this to be true, but besides these pictures, what proof do you have?”

Just then an alarm went off on Chang”s watch and a high pitched squeal emanated from under his jacket causing him to chuckle.

Amy nodded and sat back down and turned to Tim.  “Here comes the overwhelming part - you ready? (Tim glared at her) OK - the State Department will be knocking on Wade’s door in about 15 minutes, so I’m going to fly through this part:

Last week the Chinese government implemented two new programs - one a crackdown on gay people - sending them to work camps and two that households were again limited to one female child.  

Chang and Lucy got “married” to create a separate household from Chang’s father’s household - protecting Chang from the work camp, and simultaneously protecting Lucy as a parent instead of a servant /slave and one of Lucy’s girls.  Don’t worry - your marriage supersedes theirs, the Chinese wedding is legal in China, nowhere else.

The girls are a variation of mirror twins.  Basically mirror images of each other, but the moles don’t match exactly, and Sunniva’s eyes are turning blue like her dad’s. But blue eyes don’t happen in China, and she would be ridiculed or worse, she and Theia would be removed from the home as halfbreeds.

One of the government officials knew Chang was gay and an arrest warrant was issued for him to be sent to the work camps immediately.

Dad has power/money and quite a lot of it, but not enough to block either program.  Instead, he called in a lot of favors to get me a plane ticket.  I flew out of China with my trunk yesterday….(points at the trunk) and… with Sunny.”  

Chang stands up and removes his jacket revealing a little girl about 4-5 months old in a purple cow print sweater, tan pants, little socks and purple baby booties strapped to his torso.  

Angela steps forward and smiles at the little girl who spits out her binkie and starts babbling and making raspberry noises.  “da da da da spspbpbsbp”. Sunny then laughs at Angela and smiles and suddenly, Lucy was in the room with them.  

“Oh!  Lucy..” gasps Tim as he and his daughter gaze upon each other for the first time.  Sunny shrieked with joy recognizing her father from the photos on her mom’s phone.  She began clapping and squirming to get out of Chang’s arms reaching for Tim.  Chang finally finished unwrapping her, gave her one last kiss on her head and handed her to her father. 

Amy grabbed Angela’s arm and handed her the envelopes.  “Everything he needs to know is in here.  Lucy apparently numbered everything in order for him and you to review.  The trunk is full of all her stuff - including her stuffed goat, Gerald. 

Go through everything- Lucy’s halfway home…”

As they started to leave, Chang turned back to Tim and bowed out of respect for the man.  “Lucy literally saved my life by sending me here to seek asylum with Sunny. She’s been my saving grace these past several months and these girls - I love them so much as do my dad and little brother.  That first paper you signed?  That was me, signing away my parental rights to her to you.  There’s a new birth certificate in those folders - Sunniva Angelina Bradford. Amy will know how to find me - and I’ll always be able to find Lucy.  Come see me when you are ready to go get her. I’m working on a plan.“   Tim nodded at the man, and with tears streaming down his face, replied “please come see us whenever you want.  Sunny needs you too.”

Angela then walked Amy and Chang out and came back to Wade’s study to find the little girl smiling at Tim, one little hand on his cheek as he smiled a real smile for the first time in a long time. 

“Hi baby girl - I’m your daddy.  Merry Christmas.”

=========== FIN ==============

[blackblux]

Au ideas or prompts for fellow fanfic writers writers for miraculous ladybug

Killer au: so basically marinette reaches her breaking point in post season 5 and actually kills Gabriel agreste (aka hawkmoth) she takes the miraculous of the butterfly.

Adrien witnessed the murder by getting out of the room he was locked in. Adrien thinks that ladybug can make a wish to bring his father back.

Adrien: ladybug please bring him it's just a small wish right?

Ladybug: someone has to die if want him back plus it's better anyway no one can take you away from me *she says detransforming into marinette one eye of her was red and tikki and plagg looked horrified*.

Adrien: mari...marinette how are you ladybug and why father!!?

Marinette: it's me now that you know who I am we can be together!!

Tikki: adrien run away from her!! .

Adrien: marinette relax it's it was just a self defence kill hehe *he sees marinette use tikki's power without the miraculous or saying lucky charm to create a short scythe*, marinette please put your weapon down you might be akumatized.

Marinette: AKUMATIZED we are supposed to be talking about love, I see maybe you are a sentimonster made by him to trick me * she brutally sliced his hands but he fought back but in the end he lost his limbs were on the floor blood uzing out and his was smashed into a pool of bones, blood and flesh.

Bunnix: what the hell happened to this place it thought it was a default timeline *she knocked this version of marinette and set her to a white place* done.

Meanwhile the unconscious killed was dragged by what looked like an akumatized marinette through a portal after bunnix left her.

Alastor marinette au

So this starts in season 1 instead of marinette being late. She gets to school early and doesn't meet master fu on the way adrien received the black cat miraculous and another random 15 year old civilian receiving the ladybug miraculous instead. Marinette and alya become friends and marinette sees Ivan being bullied instead of helping she sees adrien the perfect boy and her future husband. They go to class and Ivan gets akumatized adrien transformed and together with random ladybug fight stone heart and win while marinette ran to the library and hid behind a book shelf a book fell on her she opens it and reads that she can sign contracts with friendly creatures or request something from them.

Marinette opened the book and saw many options:

Scarlet king

Bill cipher

Alastor

And collector (the best option).

Marinette decided to go with alastor because she could not read clearly.

Alastor: hello my dear would you like request something from me.

Marinette: well sorry for disturbing you mister well I have a crush on adrien agreste you see.

Alastor: Ok but there is a price to be paid relax it's not expensive.

Marinette: thank god it's not expensive hehe I don't have a lot of money.

Alastor uses his magic on adrian it failed due the miraculous protection but it did not matter as long he had finished his part of the deal marinette's soul belongs to him.

Alastor: I'm than I'm dear now it's time to pay * alastor uses voodoo to possess marinette body*

Alanette: this body is nice I love it.

Master fu: I sensed a demon.

Final au is DnD au

Marinette travels on crazy adventures with some of her fellow guild members of the mist hunter guild.

Marinette lawden

Class: artifacar/ chaos alchemist.

Race: arch-human (night type)

Nature: chaotic neutral

Fun fact: made a crown for evil king which when worn would shrink and crush the head with ease.

Title: the problem (by miss bustier) and lazy genius inventor.

Felix fathom

Class: sword assassin

Race: high-elf

Nature: chaotic good

Fun fact: he has started many rebellions.

Title: the rebel

Alya caisere

Class: illusionist

Race: human

Nature: neutral good

Fun fact: she is marinette's best friend

Linx (oc)

Class: blood hunter/tracker

Race: arch-dragonoid (blood type)

Nature: neutral evil

Fun fact: the he has been kicked out of many guilds but his tracking skills are great.

I hope you people have or try to make aus with this

[that-one-gothic-murder-of-crows]

Late night thoughts 😴.

((EXTREMELY Long character analysis ahead. Vary Possible tw)) [I'm sorry in advance] {approximated timestamps imcluded}

OK the title is a lie. I actually think about this once every 2 weeks. [If that]

It's about in time. Specifically Raymond Leon. He's the main antagonist of the movie But no one focuses on how tragic he really is.

Let me explain

1. Timekeeper Raymond Leon. Like everyone he stops aging at 25, And his clock starts leaving him a year to live. Cannon to the film he mentions that hes been doing his job for 50 years. He's pushing 80 years old if we track it properly. 80 years!! Of age... (01:27:15)

2. Most if not every time we see Leon, He's always chewing on a piece of gum. And it said that gum is a way to pass time.

3. During an exchange with Mr. Weis Towards the end of the movie. The man worth eons, sitting behind a desk in front of Leon, asks how many years he wants wants for his services. And ray, with a dead straight face, looks at the man and says.

"there aren't enough years, not even in your lifetime. Mr. Weis." (01:09:10)

4a. And that brings me to Layla. His little Dayton Mistress If you will.

All that Being said... Putting the pieces of his deeper puzzle together, Raymond Leon is much more tragic than he seems on the surface. Because from the outside the viewer is made to detest him as an antagonist of the film. And they follow.

But Leon as a deeper character. if you dig into what he says, and his actions, his little ticks and motions. you can see how done he is with his own existence. But he can't time himself out, That's just asinine for a man of his standing.

4b. She offers him 10 minutes for an hour of his time, The time that he has left and let's dwindle to the last second, habitually. He advises her to

"get out of the game" (00:22:26)

Because she's

"pushing 60."

Ray comes from Dayton, He managed to cross time zones and escape the habits of the lower class. That's how he knows all of wills tricks.

Meaning she's wasting her years on a job that will get her nowhere.

"He's conscious of the security he doesn't have a body guard and he runs" (00:29:18)

Leon has been there and done that. He escaped for a better life. But only ended up in a job that gets him nowhere. Working it for 50 years and finding no fulfillment.

He doesn't concern himself with the Justice that his role demands. He only concerns himself with the time that he usually measures.

"Seconds minutes hours." (00:41:35)

He has lost confidence in what he does because of what hes been through and what he's had to do and sacrifice.

In pursuit of what he does for a living, He will let his time dwindle to the last Seconds if it means getting the job completed, keeping up that front and not letting any one see what he actually thinks.

Chewing gum to pass the time, Remarking that a man worth eons (!) doesn't have the years that Leon would need for his services. Draining his clock to his last hours just to see how far he can push it.

The lowest in the movie we see his clock get is 2 hours. And even with the other time keepers concerns, His only remark is-

"I'm still walking around." (00:50:47)

Dismissing that he's putting himself in danger.

And his dismissal of his needs is what brings him to his ultimate demise. 5 seconds left on his clock he watches it fade, Standing in front of the 2 people he had his heart set on stopping, Confessing that he can't turn back the clock, And to a certain point he wishes that he could. And he keeps the time because that's what he knows, He knows his job, he knows the rules. But it's not what he wants, It was never what he wanted.

"I keep time" (1:37:53)

he says.

Time keepers are only given A day. Every day as a top up of their time. Imagine taking A day every day for 50 years in a job that gets you nowhere and gives you nothing. (00:50:47)

He is practically invisible, A man in a coat. Defined by what he works for and not seen for who he is. Not seen for the story that he could tell. The lives he could save and the lives he could change.

Leon is a story in and of himself, He is a story of an old soul in a young body, he is a story of the day to day monotney, And he's a story of what people would do to stay alive in this world.

Being a timekeeper is the equivalent of being a cop, The Dayton people don't respect him, And No one in new Greenwich seems to acknowledge his existence.

Because of who he is and what he "stands for" no one would give him a chance. 50 years of only being seen as a one sided story. He's grown tired of it all. Stuck in a dead and job with no way to pass his own time. Except simple pleasures, intense euphoria, and a soul breaking livelihood.

He doesn't want to stand for what that coat stands for anymore. He wants his own life but he can't have it, It is stuck in the confines unable to reach higher.

He left the low and climbed the ladder. But got stuck in the pursuit of his own future, Tying himself up in a spot that he thought would make him happy.

He lived by-

"Follow the time" (0:22:26)

But he followed the time so far the bread crumbs turned to pebbles, and he lost his way.

Time is money, Time is life, But time can also be the enemy.

[sir-subpar]

Gotta Ask- Mayzuke oneshot

Summary: Mayday spends weeks planning a special date with Zuke. The question is- What's the occasion?

Under the cut!

"Remember Zuke! It's in two weeks!" 

"Yeah, Friday, right?"

Mayday nodded with a big smile on her face as Zuke checked the calendar, specifically the day Mayday circled in red and drew a smiley on. It didn't say anything other than "6pm".

"Sooo are you gonna tell me what we're doing that day, or…?" 

Mayday pressed her index finger on his lips, subsequently shushing him. 

She shook her head, still smiling.

"Nope! It's a surprise!"

...

Zuke had no idea what to expect. Anytime Mayday had a "surprise", she meant it. They've been together for years and somehow she still found new ways to catch him off guard. In a good way, usually. It was one of the things he loved about her, honestly.

He liked to think he was a patient man, but this "surprise" did have him a bit on edge. Not because he was afraid for himself, or because he didn't trust May, it was just… he wasn't sure.

May had been acting weird lately. It was almost like she was worried about this thing she planned more than he was. She was determined not to let him know anything. 

Zuke lost track of how many times he walked in while she was on the phone with someone, only for her to abruptly end the call as soon as she noticed him. Or for her to hide something from his line of sight just before he could make out what it was.

She was away from home more often than not, coming home late at night, leaving early in the morning.

Yes, morning. Mayday. Waking up and leaving the house at 5am. Willingly.

Zuke didn't even know that was possible. Before this, she always woke up at, like, 11am. Mayday wasn't a morning person. 

Until now, apparently.

It was starting to freak him out a bit. 

It was worrying to see her so.. Stressed. 

To see her stressing herself out, and absolutely forbidding Zuke to help out. Even a little bit.

Once again, he was home alone. Well, maybe not entirely alone, Ellie was there, after all. But he was still worried.

The alligator was laying her head on his lap, the both of them on the couch. 

He scratched Ellie's scaly head, earning a purring-like sound from the happy reptile. 

"May's been out a lot lately, huh? Wonder what she's doing."

He spoke to the alligator, which only huffed in reply, clearly not caring about anything that wasn't related to being petted at the moment. 

He was pulled from his thoughts as he heard the familiar sound of Mayday's phone ringing and buzzing.

What the-? She… left it here? She must have forgotten it.

He gently pushed Ellie away, the alligator made her displeasure known with various loud huffs.

"Yeah yeah, I know Ellie, but I gotta get up. Sorry girl." He murmured sweetly. Ellie already lost interest and retreated to her room in the sewer.

 Zuke stood up and stretched, multiple joints popping from not having moved in a while.

He followed the sound of Mayday's ringtone to the kitchen, finding it resting on the counter. She probably forgot it when she ran out in a hurry that morning.

He thought about just letting it ring, as it probably wasn't his business, until he saw who was calling.

The contact read "DK West".

He couldn't help but tense up at that.

West? 

West?? 

Why was his brother calling Mayday of all people?? 

Sure, he and his bro were on better terms now, and Mayday got along a little bit with him, but as far as he was aware, the two rarely talked. Especially when he wasn't there.

The phone stopped ringing, timed out at the lack of response. 

Ok. Sure. West calling May was a bit weird, but it was probably nothing too important.

Zuke shrugged.

Just as he turned away to walk back to the couch, the phone rang again.

Once again, it was West.

Okay. Now he had to know what was going on. 

Zuke picked up May's phone, tapping the green icon to answer and holding it to his ear.

"Iah! Missy! Where you been? Why you no answer my texts, eh? You still want the-" 

"West?" Zuke interjected a little too quickly. 

There was a gasp on the other side.

"Z-Zukey! Brotha! What eh.. Why do you have little Missy's phone?" West sounded nervous, clearly caught off guard by Zuke answering the phone.

"She left it here at home. Why?" Did West know where May was running off to?

"O-Oh! Don't worry about that! It's nothing. Later Zukey!" 

"Wait, West-!"

*click*

"Aaaannd, he hung up. Great."

Zuke was a little tempted to check May's texts to see what West was referring to, but decided that would be too much of a breach of privacy. Not to mention, she recently changed her phone's password lock, so even if he wanted to, he couldn't.

He sighed.

Guess he just had to wait until May came home.

…

Zuke stirred awake from his nap as a familiar scraping noise reached his ears. He sat up on the couch, realizing he dozed off while watching TV. He could hear the manhole cover above him being opened and closed, and he heard someone coming down the ladder.

Looking behind him, sure enough, it was May. He glanced at the clock, 9:00 p.m. at least she was home earlier this time.

"Hey May."

She jolted when she heard her partner's voice call her name, but quickly recovered.

He couldn't help but feel a pain in his heart seeing her be startled by him. 

"Hey there Zuke! Just a sec!"

She bolted past him, closing the door to their shared bedroom behind her. Zuke tapped his foot patiently.

A few minutes later, she emerged, dressed in comfy clothes.

She plopped down on the couch next to Zuke. A tired huff escaping her lips.

Seeing her up close, Zuke's chest tightened at her condition.

Bags under her eyes, red face, like she'd been running outside all day. Her hair was barely held up in its usual braids and ponytails, the majority of her golden locks sticking out every which way.

Zuke gently put a hand on her shoulder, she gazed at him with tired, half-lidded eyes.

"May… please. I know you're putting your all into… whatever. But try to slow down a bit, okay? You're running yourself ragged."

He pleaded gently, wrapping his arms around her.

She yawned.

"M'fine Zuke.. 'S all done.." She mumbled into his neck. "Mmm… sleepy.." She murmured almost inaudibly as she started drifting off. 

Zuke let her stay there. He gathered her in his arms, and laid back with her on the couch. She snuggled into him, laying her head on his chest. It didn't take long for her to start snoring. 

He rubbed her back. He had so many questions, but.. He'd wait for her. She clearly needed this.

…

As the days went by, May seemed… anxious, to say the least. But she still wouldn't tell Zuke anything.

Just two more days.

…

The days came and went. The day Mayday had planned was here.

To start, she dressed up a bit more than usual. Not super fancy, but still a little more formal than her usual style.

Zuke couldn't lie, she looked lovely.

She wore a red dress that reached just above her knees, a black leather jacket, and sneakers. Because she'd "rather die than wear heels". As she's said in the past.

He also noted that she had her guitar at the ready. The one Tatiana gave her. He brought his drumsticks just in case.

Seeing May dressed up made Zuke feel the need to do so as well. It was hard to decide what to wear since he still didn't know where they were going, but he tried anyway.

He settled on wearing a button up shirt, a black jacket, and wore his nicer pair of black pants and shoes. 

May led him to the Ellicopter pad. They both got in the vehicle, and May cheerily yelled out to Ellie. 

"Okay girl! You know where to go!"

The blades of the copter whirred to life, and they lifted off the ground, flying over the beautiful neon lights of Vinyl City.

Zuke watched the ground below. Still wondering where they were going.

They flew a bit outside of town, and he noticed that they were approaching the beach. The evening Sky lit up in Hues of pink and orange and dark blue. The scene before them became more clear as they got closer.

It looked like a venue of sorts. 

Soon they landed a bit away from the scene, but it didn't take long to walk towards it. Stepping onto the beach, he could finally get a good look at everything.

To put it simply, he was in awe.

Tables set up with decorated candles, string lights hanging along the palm trees, a show stage with spotlights was set up, ready to use. There were little food carts and grills off to the side, emitting quite frankly delicious Aromas.

Strewn about the scene where statuettes that he usually recognized were made by Eve. Many of them had a sort of ocean and heart theme. 

There were quite a few people here as well. But he realized that the majority of them were people he and May knew.

Yinu and her mother were on the stage, piano at the ready. Eve was seated by Tatiana at a table, she appeared to be sketching something or other while they talked. Sayu's team were chatting by the food carts.

And, to his surprise, even West was there.

Speaking of, his brother quickly noticed them, and yelled out to gain the attention of everyone at the gathering. 

He bounded up to the two of them, while the others seemed to scatter to do various tasks.

"Ewah! Zuke! Missy!" He slung an arm around each of them. "Glad to finally have you two here! So, Zuke, what do you think?"

Zuke paused, still amazed at the sight before him.

"This is… amazing." He breathed.

West beamed.

"Well you have the little missy here to thank for it. Was her idea, after all."

He let go of the two, allowing them to focus on one another.

"May.. Is this what you were working on?" She smiled and nodded.

"I had help, but yeah!"

Her orange skin seemed to glow under the string lights and her pink eyes beamed at him, elated.

"There's more, but first, let's grab some grub!" She cheered, grasping his wrist and pulling him towards the various foods available. After they both got a plate of food, they sat across from each other at a table to eat.

"Mayday, this is… thank you so much, but what's the occasion? You went all out on this."

She averted her gaze, red dusting her cheeks. "I'll explain later. Promise." 

Zuke nodded.

They spent some time eating, but it didn't take long for Yinu to start playing songs on her piano. Music elevating the mood even more, May stood and walked around the table, until she was within arms reach of Zuke.

She extended a hand to him.

"At the risk of sounding super cheesy, wanna dance with me?"

Zuke couldn't help but laugh a bit, but he took her hand nonetheless.

"Sure, if you promise not to throw me into a table again." 

May responded by swiftly elbowing him in the side and pouting as she responded with "Hey! That only happened once!" Which only made him chuckle at her antics.

He put one hand on her shoulder, and held the other. May used her free hand to hold his waist. 

He followed her lead as they stepped in various directions, she spun him every now and then.

He looked around and saw a few others dancing too. Nadia was doing one of her graceful interpretative dances to the piano tunes. West appeared to be trying to join her, and failing, much to Zuke's amusement. (Yeah, they were on good terms, but that doesn't mean that he couldn't laugh at West embarrassing himself. Besides, West should know that flirting with Nadia wasn't going to work.) 

He snorted when Nadia elegantly spun and kicked West resulting in him falling on his ass. 

May raised a brow at him, "What are you laughing at?" She quizzed. 

Zuke leaned in to whisper into her ear, "Turn around." He chuckled. 

May, curious, guided their dance until they swapped places. Now able to see what Zuke had been. 

She snickered when she saw DK West attempting to imitate Eve's movements, her ears perked up when Zuke whispered again. "Wait for it.." He murmured.

She kept her eyes on DK and Eve, after noticing Eve getting progressively more annoyed at DK's antics.

Eve glared intently at DK as he continued to (poorly) copy her.

Then suddenly, she swept his leg and he fell with a loud -THUMP- and she sauntered off. 

May howled in laughter. She buried her face into Zuke's chest to muffle the sound of her laughing and occasionally snorting. He could feel the vibrations of her laughter reverberate through his chest. Like her joy was being poured into him.

Eventually she freed herself from Zuke's torso. 

They put their foreheads together, smiling softly as their eyes met. Their dance slowed as the rhythm of Yinu's song slowed.

Now that they were moving at a more leisurely pace, Zuke focused on Mayday.

Her eyes were closed, temporarily concealing her pink flower-like pupils. The string lights above and around them gently bathed her in a warm glow. 

Then she opened her eyes, her beautiful, warm eyes, and smiled. 

1010 was right, her smile truly was radiant, and could leave almost anyone stifled. 

"I can't believe we're actually doing this." May laughed.

Zuke, too, started chuckling. "I know. Never thought you'd be the type to take me slow dancing."

Mayday spun him, then they returned to their previous dance. "Yeah, well, it's a special occasion." She playfully shrugged.

Zuke raised a brow at this, a smile plastered on his face. "Still building up the suspense, huh?" 

Suddenly, she yanked him at an angle, and before he knew it, she dipped him. 

Her face so close to his, her arm keeping him from falling, hell, the smirk and the mischievous look in her eyes, all made Zuke flush. His face a deep shade of blue as he looked up at her wide-eyed.

"You bet!" She winked.

...

They danced for a little bit longer, but eventually had to stop as Zuke's legs started acting up. Sharp stabbing pains shot through his leg muscles. Damn legs always failed him at the worst times.

Before his legs could give out entirely, May helped him sit at a table and made sure he was ok. When he reassured her that he was fine, and had his medication at hand, she smiled and stood tall.

She turned to face the stage, made eye contact with Yinu and her mother, and nodded.

Was that a signal?

"Stay here, okay? I'll be back." She instructed, distracting Zuke from thinking about it further.

She smiled at him, but her smile had… changed. Zuke wasn't sure, but she suddenly seemed kinda… nervous?  

Once again, a distraction appeared to prevent him thinking about it.

He felt the weight of the table bench shift slightly, he turned to see a familiar pink and white face.

"Hey Nadia." 

"Hello Zuke."

Though she wasn't smiling, he could tell she was glad to see him. He was glad to see her too.

She eyed him. Her green perceptive eyes scanned him top to bottom. 

"Are your legs pestering you again?"

He sighed and nodded in defeat. 

"Yeah, it sucks. I was actually enjoying dancing too."

She hummed.

"Do you need anything?"

"Would you grab some water for me?" She nodded and retrieved a glass of icy water.

He took his pills and washed them down with the cold drink. Good thing he didn't leave them at home.

"Thanks Nadia." He smiled gently. She only nodded.

A pause hung over them briefly. 

"I noticed your sculptures, they're nicely done. I haven't seen you do anything nautical themed in a while."

"Yes.. The pedest- er, Mayday, requested them. She did.. attempt to help make a few with me, however… that proved to be.. Not very helpful." Nadia's face twisted into a frown.

Zuke chuckled. He could imagine May probably breaking some sculptures while trying to help. She tended to be a magnet for chaos, if not the cause of it.

"It was… kind of her to try, at least." Nadia hesitantly added. Clearly she still had trouble getting along with Mayday, but she was making the effort.

Zuke chuckled. "Yeah, that sounds like May. Speaking of.." He glanced around. Still no sign of her.

"Do you know what's going on with her? It's not like I don't appreciate all of this or anything, but she's been acting… off. Jumpy. It's like she's nervous, or something."

"She's fine." Nadia almost snapped, her response so quick and certain Zuke was stunned into silence.

Nadia sighed, and put a hand on Zuke's shoulder. "She is fine, I assure you. Just… try to enjoy yourself. It's what she wanted for you. Don't let all of this," she vaguely gestured at the environment around them, "go to waste."

Zuke sighed, "Yeah, you're right. I just worry about her."

"Of course," Nadia reaffirmed. 

Before they could change the subject, the stage's speakers rang with Mayday's voice.

"Hey everyone! It's time!" She exclaimed.

As if it was practiced, the other guests took their seats at a table of their choice, and Nadia moved to sit with Tatiana.

Which left Zuke alone at his table.

Looking back towards the stage, Mayday adjusted the microphone stand, as Yinu prepared her piano behind May.

She scanned the area, and her eyes locked on Zuke. Her face lit up, and she pointed at him.

"Zuke! This is for you!" She proclaimed.

His eyes widened, and a blue blush tinged his green cheeks.

May looked back at Yinu, the girls nodded to each other, and their song began.

Rock and classical mix in an elegant energy as May's guitar strums along with Yinu's piano. A combo Zuke never expected from his partner, moved him so quickly, yet so gently.

The music swayed him into a trance, all else faded, it was just him, the music, and May..

Flourishes of warm orange, gold and pink.

The beat swelled up and dropped down, he closed his eyes, taking in the high energy harmony. A mix of familiar and new.

Mayday's radiant energy and warmth, but also her softness. 

It soared above all else, carrying him with it. The guitar got louder and louder. He could feel the song was going to end soon, doing one last swing up. Louder.

He creases his brow, it sounded closer. He opened his eyes to see May playing Kul Fyra's guitar right in front of him. 

The music elegantly dropped and faded out. Quiet pulled over. 

May smiled at Zuke as he gazed at her in awe. Her smile was gentle, loving.

"Zuke.." She slung the guitar by its strap to rest it on her back. She stood directly in front of him, leaning forward slightly.

She gently took his hands in hers. Her flower-like eyes locked with his ruby ones. Her warmth seeped into Zuke's skin. "You have been… the best partner I could ever ask for. You're calm and cool, but also passionate and smart. You stood by my side, even when no one else did, you forgave me when I didn't forgive myself.."

He felt her squeeze his hands, his eyes still wide. Her voice wavered.

"You never made fun of me when I did something strange or silly. You understand my love of rock better than anyone. I learn so much when I'm with you.. I.." She took a breath, "I love you so much, Zuke.."

"I love waking up with you, I love playing music with you, I love doing shows and hearing you drum away.. I want to do this with you for the rest of my life. My life is just… better when you're in it."

She took a deep, shaky breath. Her hands pulled away from his. He almost reached for her with his eyes welling up, but he stopped himself. Barely.

"Zuke.."

She reached into her jacket pocket, and slowly got down on one knee.

Zuke's breath caught hard in his throat, and he held a closed fist to his mouth. His vision blurred a little.

Mayday pulled out a small box, holding it delicately in her hands, and looked back up at Zuke, her own eyes welling up.

She opened the box, revealing a ring. A clean silver band with an emerald centered on top, and two smaller rubies on each side of the emerald. 

"Zuke.. Will you marry me? Be my bandmate for life?"

Zuke's eyes flooded with tears, he was unable to hold them back. Overrun by sheer joy, he nodded. 

"Yes!"

Mayday beamed. "Y-you will!?"

Zuke lunged forward, practically tackling her to the ground in a hug.

"Yes! I'd love to!" 

Mayday and Zuke wrapped their arms around each other, and their lips met, both shedding tears.

"I love you."

[haveyouseenthisskeleton]

Skeleton and S/O are lost in the middle of the forest and now it's night time.

Undertale Sans - He's in denial. Stop saying it's the fith time you're passing in front of this tree, it's not true! He just knows it, that's all. Sans is trying so hard to say cool and not freak out right now. He's an indoor potato skeleton, he can't sleep outside! As the night fall, he tries to teleport out of the forest, except you both appear farther in the forest and without any idea where you're coming from now. This is fine. You two are going to curl up on the ground and cry until Papyrus and Undyne find you two.

Undertale Papyrus - This is fine. Well, this is what he's telling you. In his head, it's more "IT'S NOT FINE. OH GOD, WHAT IF WE DIE HERE AND NO ONE EVER NOTICE. WHAT IF I AM LATE TO WAKE SANS UP TOMORROW? IS HE EVEN GOING TO WAKE UP? OH GOD FOCUS PAPYRUS IT'S NOT IMPORTANT. OH AN APPLE. THE WAY PAPYRUS. FIND THE WAY BACK HOME." He can't focus. He's too panicked. Actually, he is walking so fast you lost him, as he kept walking, mumbling to himself. You can hear each other screams the other name but you can't find him. It's ok. Oh god, you're never going home, are you?

Underswap Sans and Papyrus - You lost Blue hours ago. He ran after a squirrel or something and you two tried to follow him, but then you took the wrong way and you couldn't find the path anymore. Now you can hear Honey's bones rattling in fear as it's getting dark, and you have no idea where you are. You told Honey they would have to spend the night where they are, which he absolutely hated, but didn't really had the choice to accept. In the middle of the night, you two are awoken by steps in the bushes. Blue thought it would be funny to scare the shit out of you two for giving up on him. He didn't thought Honey would jump on his legs and run for his life deeper in the forest. Now you lost Honey. Great. This is going to be a very long night.

Underfell Sans - Clearly it's your fault! You don't know how to read a map and now you two are lost. He swears humans shouldn't be in charge of the orientation, because monsters clearly have a better instincts and are better in pretty much everything. You sigh and gives him the map. You both walk for hours in the wrong direction until you got arrested for trespassing on a private property. He keeps telling you that kinda worked. Since he's in charge, you tell him he can pay to free the both of you then. Red pouts all the way home.

Underfell Papyrus - Well thank god Edge knows how to survive in the wild. He builds you a shelter and stands guard all night to be sure you are fine and that no wild animal comes and kills you. After he said that, you can't close your eyes, knowing a bear could kill you any second. But in the morning, he finds his own track and you two can safely go home. He even carries you like a princess the last hour of walk because you're too slow for him. What a gentleman.

Horrortale Sans and Papyrus - "first time? that's ok, i know what to do." He sits on the floor and waits. You sits next to him and asks what you two are doing. He tells you that when he's lost, he just sits somewhere and waits for Willow to come and search for him. You ask how many time it will take. "oh, one time it took an entire week." "Man, I can't survive an entire week without food or water." "that's ok, i can hunt a deer. or we can eat your hand." He then laughs darkly, very happy of his joke. You're kinda terrified. You tries to call Willow again and again. Thank Asgore, Willow is a good hunter and finds you in the middle of the night and you don't have to eat your own hand.

Swapfell Sans and Papyrus - Nox huffs. As if, him, a general of the royal guard, would be lost in some human woods. It's insulting you even think you two are lost. You are clearly not lost, it's clearly a shortcut to the exit of the forest. A... very dark shortcut, with... very dark trees and... very weid noises and... Suddenly he high pitched screams he saw a ghost, pushes you with his magic towards the "ghost" and abandons you here. It's Rus, who was searching for you two. He is quite astonished by the fact Nox just ran out deeper in the forest. Oh well, he's a general of the royal guard, right? Then he can find a solution all alone. You two are going to McDonald's to eat nuggets.

Fellswap Gold Sans - He thinks that the fact you're terrified is hilarious. You wouldn't have survive one day in his Underground, clearly. So he will try to scare you the best he can by randomly disappearing or making scary noises, just so he can entertain himself while you're searching for the path. Wine is mostly playing though, he's an excellent tracker and you find your way back in only a few hours. He had fun though. He will try to convince you to do that again. You are not as enthusiast, surprisingly.

Fellswap Gold Papyrus - Good luck. Because Coffee won't help you. Coffee is having a panic attack, he is on your back, hugging you like a koala, and crying loudly you are both going to die. You can barely carry him and the fact he grabs your head every two minutes, hiding your view, is not helping. You two are going to have long hours of fun. Fortunately, Wine is too protective of his brother to not panick after he tried to call him twice and he will hunt you down eventually. You'll be fine, just hold on.

[ducksays-quack]

my first kiss happened the summer between 8th grade and my freshman year of high school. Unsurprisingly it happened with a girl, this was most likely the most normal thing about it. we were laying on a pallet we had made on my bedroom floor. facing each other, giggling and gossiping. this girl just so happened to be dating one of my friends, she had met him through me. she told me he was terrible at kissing, keeping on the same track we went back and fourth naming people and how much money it would take for us to kiss them. we only named boys. the next thing i knew, our faces were inches apart and we were giggling and making kissy faces at one another. it was so late, we were hysterical. we got a little too close and our lips just barely brushed. then it was full contact. she had one hand on my back and another on my neck. i had a hand tangled in her hair. it lasted much longer than a peck. i had, at this point, nearly completely come to terms with the fact that i wasn’t straight: i had never told her this. she had had fourteen boyfriends- i didn’t think to ask how many girlfriends, although i think it was probably none. when it ended for a second i thought i had imagined it, made up a story and gotten lost in my head. she acted normal: i said nothing. i figured that was the end of it. then it happened again… and again. and at some point i was leaned over her- and then my thighs were slotted between hers. i traced shaped on her back while her fingers played with the waste band of my pajama pants. we fell asleep facing each other, fingers intertwined. when we woke up the next morning our backs were to each other. nothing more was said. once again i thought it may have all been a dream. but i remembered what had been whispered the night before.

heart pounding, a whispered thought slipped into the air between us. “ better or worse than him?”

“ so much better. way fucking better.”

i think only real life me would ask a stupid question like that. i must have been decent at kissing because she kissed me for a good while. i think kissing is ok. your brain doesn’t melt like books make it seem like. i think i would like it more if i liked the person as more than a friend.

“ you don’t have to worry,” she assured me. “ i don’t tell him a lot of things. he’ll never know.”

- figuring it out

[fkinavocado]

Okay but let’s talk about you doing a strip tease for harry and him watching you from the couch, drinking wine and looking at you with hungry eyes

I don't have a hat

Warnings: 18+, smut, tipsy sex, slight degradation

Word count: 3k

You were feeling good.

You had been so busy lately, had barely had any free time at all, and your friends had been pestering you to go out with them for ages. Tonight you finally allowed yourself to go to one of your friends' birthdays, and boy were you glad of it. You'd missed this. Missed your friends, missed just detaching yourself from your job and your commitments and allowed yourself to fully enjoy it.

You typically rarely even got tipsy, but tonight you'd lost count of the strawberry margaritas. One of your friends was a bartender and he was always a sweetheart and fixed you guys whatever drinks you wanted.

It was a fairly intimate gathering, at Selena’s, the birthday girl's place. No more than 17 of you had attended including plus ones, and with the exception of that one guy you could never stand, you were so glad to see everyone and have a great night ahead. You played board games, charades, did karaoke, danced, and got caught up on all the latest gossip.

At one point, Selena had to... retire, having had one too many. Your friends that had driven there and were way too sober had put her to bed in her bedroom at around 2am and now it was past 3 and most everyone had gone home.

When one of your friends came next to you, pulling your karaoke mic away from you amusedly, you looked around and realized you were putting on your best performance for an empty venue.

"Ok, enough strawberry margaritas for you, missy" your friend giggled, trying to pull you away from the tv where the lyrics kept rolling "C'mon, I'll drive you home"

"No, I'm staying, I promised Selena I'd help her clean up tomorrow. Thanks, though" you kissed her cheek and nearly missed, kissing the corner of her mouth instead "Whoops!! Sorry!" you giggled

Your friend raised an eyebrow, amusedly "Mhm. I'll let it slide since you're wasted, but I always knew you had the hots for me"

You gasped "I am not. Talk about unrequited love..."

"Go to bed, Y/N!" your friend headed towards the door when she stopped in her tracks noticing Harry ominously sitting on the sofa "How about you, need a ride?"

"No, 'm good"

Your friend looked back and forth between the two of you and bidding her final goodbyes, left.

Why was he even there anymore? Harry, the one that always got on your nerves. You knew Selena and him hooked up now and then but now she was obviously comatose and it made no sense for him to be hanging around anymore. Literally everyone else had left.

Maybe it was the alcohol, but somehow, it didn’t bother you all that much. You were still feeling pretty buzzed and not at all sleepy yet, so you made to grab the mic your friend had placed on the coffee table, but before you could reach it, Harry took it.

"Don't think so. If I have to listen to you butcher another song I'm gonna need more than just the wine and there's nothing left. Your little bartender friend wasted more than half the booze on your fucking margaritas"

"Then why don't you leave?" you scoffed, indignantly

He tutted "Where's your manners, Y/N? You're left to host, Selena is dead to the world. You really gonna kick me out? She's not gonna like the sound of that seeing as how I'm her favourite" he smirked arrogantly and you just rolled your eyes watching him pour himself some wine from a new bottle

"Hardly. A good fuck hardly makes you her favourite"

Just then the song you'd chosen ended and it randomly shuffled to You can leave your hat on, by Joe Cocker.

"She said that, huh?" he smirked and you turned your back at his smug face. Without breaking eye contact, he brought the mic to his lips and began singing "Baby, take off your coat... real slow"

Your skin prickled hearing his deep voice through the speakers. Suddenly, the intensity of his gaze was a bit too much and you opted to look out the ceiling high windows at the skyline, in the meanwhile. Without realising it, your hips started swaying, you'd always loved that song.

"And take off your shoes... I'll take off your shoes"

You couldn’t resist glancing at him over your shoulder, he was leaning forward resting his elbows on his knees while singing, watching you intently. On impulse, you grabbed your pumps and threw them at him one after the other. He dodged the first, grabbing the second by the heel, holding it and the mic with one hand, and his glass of wine with the other. You raised an eyebrow at him and you could see a smirk tugging at the corner of his lips. The bastard was getting a kick out of this.

And just like that, you decided to test his limits.

"Baby, take off your dress..." his eyes widened watching you unzip the back of your dress but his voice was unwavering. Did he not think you would go through with it? Because he had another thing coming if he didn't.

As you pushed your straps over your shoulders and let your dress pool at your feet he hissed into the mic, his eyes roaming unabashedly all over your body "Yes... yes, yes"

You were left in nothing but your lingerie in front of him and somehow, maybe it was the alcohol, maybe it was the way he always got a reaction out of you, you felt emboldened rather than intimidated. You made your way towards him, putting on your best feline gait you could muster sans your heels (and also slightly woozy), and stopped right in between his parted legs. He rested his back against the sofa, taking you all in and you could see how much his pupils had dilated. You couldn't help but smirk at that. He was definitely not immune to you, and you loved being the one getting a reaction out of him for once.

He was always teasing you unnecessarily, everytime you'd meet, his remarks had always been snarky and you just couldn’t understand why he had to constantly pick on you like that. He didn’t seem to mind anyone else.

“I don’t have a hat” you shrugged playfully, placing your hands on your hips and he bit his lower lip, letting his eyes scan you head to toe unhurriedly

“Guess you can’t leave anything on then” he looked at you from under his eyelashes and your breath hitched as he skipped the chorus. In fact he’d placed the mic together with your right shoe next to him on the sofa and sipped some more of his wine “Go on, then” he raised an eyebrow when you just seemed to have frozen in place hovering over him, your panties eye level with him and you wondered if he could see how wet you’d gotten.

Sure, you hated his guts, but that didn’t mean you were blind. He was hot as fuck and since you knew for a fact that your friend was just casually hooking up with him, no strings attached, and that you were standing there nearly naked in front of him, you couldn’t help but wonder what he’d do if you really were to not leave anything on.

The melody still went on, even without Harry bothering with the lyrics anymore and you grabbed his glass from his lips and downed it in one swift motion, not that you needed any more liquid courage, but the glass was getting in the way, were he to be... needing his hands, soon.

You placed the glass behind you on the coffee table and when you looked back at him his lips were fighting off a lopsided smile. He hadn’t been expecting that.

“Now give me a reason to live” he hummed the lyrics and you took the plunge, unhooking your bra, throwing it over his head, and hoping it hadn’t landed in any of the spreads splayed out on the table behind the sofa and into the open space kitchen

You let your eyes momentarily track where it’d landed but then snapped out of it when you felt his cold rings on your thighs, bringing you closer to the edge of the sofa in between his legs. He looked up at you to gauge your reaction, and when you swiftly nodded your approval, he nuzzled your panties, making you jump in surprise, but his fingers sank deeper into your skin, anchoring you.

“Gonna be a good host all the way, Y/N? Gonna give me the special treatment Selena would’ve?” he murmured against your panties, his prominent nose barely touching your throbbing clit but grazing it enough to make you shudder

You shook your head “I’m gonna give you a better one”. You could barely recognize your own voice by now. Had you really just said that out loud?

“Think you’re all that, huh? Let’s have a taste, then” he hooked his fingers into the material, pulling your panties to the side and exposing you to him. You could feel his breath on your wet pussy, you knew you were a mess and would soon feel yourself dripping down your thighs. He stared at you for a beat, and normally it would’ve made you nervous, but his lust-filled gaze was seriously making you weak in the knees. When he finally dragged his tongue through your folds you threw your head back, moaning louder than you’d intended. “That’s right. Lemme hear you”

He yanked the lace undergarments off of you and grabbing hold of your asscheeks he pushed you against his hot mouth, and you placed your hands on his shoulders to stop from tipping over backwards. When your fingers made their way into his long curls, he grabbed the back of your left thigh and placed it over his shoulder, gaining him better access and making you pull on his hair even harder for stability. Judging by his groans, you figured he must’ve enjoyed a bit of pain, because you were tugging at the roots pretty harshly.

You didn’t need to be told twice, you moaned and panted uninhibitedly, he was eating you out just right, and you realized the guy was more than experienced in this department. He was way too good at it for his own good. When he spanked your ass you let out a pathetic whine that even you yourself haven’t heard before.

He then made you yelp when he suddenly leaned back against the sofa, pulling you back with him, and helped your other leg up until you were effectively hovering over him, riding his face with one leg over his shoulder and a knee hunched over the back of the sofa. You’d had to let go of his hair and grip the back of the sofa for leverage but he also didn’t have to support you using both his hands now, and he took one to your entrance, pumping two fingers inside of you with no warning as he kept on eating you out.

“Fuck!” you yelped, he was seriously merciless and when he curled his fingers searching for your sweet spot and finding it in no time, you knew you were about to have one of the best orgasms of your life with him.

You registered the song had ended and something else you couldn’t quite place had started instead, but thankfully it was in the same register and wasn’t killing the mood.

He started pumping more furiously into you and slapped your ass again, the force of it throwing you forward and making you grind against his face, to which he groaned loudly, vibrating against you and you took it as your queue to move yourself against his wet mouth, absolutely drenching him in your arousal. You kept looking down at him as you did so, watching his eyes glaze over and stare at your bouncing tits above him and when he sucked your clit into his mouth, refusing to let go of it and you were literally moving his head with your movements, you finally came undone. He took his fingers out of you and grabbed your ass with both hands, keeping you flush against his mouth so that he could feel all your aftershocks and your pulse pick up considerably, you could feel your heartbeat against his mouth quite literally.

When you finally pulled yourself away, he didn’t object, but flipped you over so that you were on your hands and knees on the sofa and he began fumbling with his belt. You looked over your shoulder as he fished a foil packet out of thin air and when your eyes descended to his shaft your mouth fell agape. He was massive. Not that it was any surprise at this point.

He leaned over to your earlobe as he wrapped the condom onto himself “Ready for me, you little tease?”

You turned to him a bit further “Huh?”

“He grabbed your hair, twisting it around his fist and yanking it as he positioned himself at your entrance “You’ve been a fucking tease ever since I met you. Been wondering how long I had to fuck your friend to keep having an excuse to see you. And then you just disappeared for a while. Do you know how fucking infuriating that is?” he yanked again, making you gasp.

“You’re insane! You’ve been nothing but mean to me!”

“That’s what you get for being a tease and a brat. Gonna fuck it out of you, though. If you’re still up for it, that is?” he grazed his tip against your clit and you instinctively pushed back onto him, almost making him slip right in, but he pulled back “Gonna need words, pet. Hm? Gonna finally let me fuck this pussy? Been waiting to do this since day one and I’m using all my restraint not to sink myself balls-deep into you. But I need words, first”

“Fuck, stop talking, you arrogant prick, and fuck me already!”

You barely finished shouting your sentence when he impaled you in one swift motion, throwing your body forward and your face into the sofa cushion.

You heard him fumbling near your head before you saw him placing the mic next to your face “Lemme hear you then”. And with that, he finally pulled back a bit and then thrust himself deep inside you making you cry out and hear yourself over the speakers. He began a punishing pace, and you tried moving your head away from the mic, your cries were sure to wake the whole building complex up, not just Selena.

He pushed the nape of your neck back in place, though, making your huffs and puffs interrupt the melody as he pounded into you mercilessly.

“Gonna have this whole neighborhood know my name by the time I’m done with you. That’s it, moan it. Cry it out!”

“I’m coming!” you whined, trying to keep it as low as possible but still, your pathetic mewls were echoing in the empty apartment

“Fuck, yes. Such a greedy cunt, trying to milk me dry. Not yet though, gonna have you drink it all up. C’mon. Come, Y/N. Who’s gonna ruin this pussy?”

“Fuck! You are! Ah! I’m coming, fuck! Harry!”

He groaned hearing you come undone again and he kept himself buried inside you, riding out your orgasm, and then pulling himself away and removing his condom as he made his way in front of you. He pulled you to your knees by your hair so that you could suck on him “That’s it” he coaxed your jaw open, pushing past your lips “Let’s see you make good on that promise. Let’s see you do better”

You were absolutely spent, but you wanted to see him at your mercy, the cocky bastard. You pulled your head away and got off the couch, sinking to your knees to get a better grip on him and he bit his lower lip watching you take him back into your mouth. You relaxed your throat and mustered all your strength, forcing yourself to steady your breathing through your nose and effectively deepthroat him. He hissed and buried his fingers back into your hair, helping you set a rhythm that was to his liking and you sunk your nails into his thighs, feeling him go even harder against your tongue.

“I fucking knew you’d be amazing at this, a fucking tease like you can only be a cockslut, hm?” he pressed his lips in a thin line and began taking deep breaths through his nose, trying to compose himself, but you wouldn’t have it, cupping his balls instead and massaging them in your palm, tugging at them just enough to earn a reaction “Fuck! ‘M gonna come, Y/N, better make up your mind where-- ” but you never let him finish his sentence as you buried your nose in his navel, choking on him but mustering through and sure enough, you felt his legs tremble and his hot come shoot down the back of your throat

When he finally pulled you off him, your eyes glazed over and your chin a glistening mess, you watched him look down at you, brows furrowed, a panting mess and his long hair framing his face, his eyes barely visible save for the glint in them. As he pulled you to your feet, you found that you barely could find your footing and it certainly wasn’t the alcohol this time around.

Before you could think of a snarky remark to beat him at his own game, he crushed his lips against yours in what was your first kiss, and you were taken aback by the intensity of it. You’d expected him to smack your bum and maybe help you find your panties he’d thrown God knows where. But this was taking you aback.

“Good. Now that that’s out of the way, and I can finally think straight around you... how about we go for a walk, catch the sunrise. Hm?” you watched the words come out of his mouth incredulously, but what surprised you the most wasn’t what he’d said, but what you were about to

“Yeah. I’d like that” to which he gave you one of his trademark lopsided smiles and went in for another kiss, one you allowed yourself to thoroughly enjoy this time.

lhh Masterlist

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[taleasnewastime]

Purr-haps I like you

Summary: You have a no pets policy where you live, but when you find a tiny kitten in a box on the side of the road, what can you do but bring it home with you? The only problem? The landlord who made the no pets rule, also happens to be your flatmate.

Pairing: Yoongi x reader

Genre: pure fluff; Flatmates au

Word count: 11.6k

Warnings: An abandoned cat; the cat gets ill at one point.

Authors Note: Pure fluff. Just Yoongi and a tiny kitten, what’s not to love? This is not a masterpiece by any means, but I hope you enjoy it anyway. As always, hope you’re having the best day!!

You are not drunk, but there is definitely a sway to your walk and you are pretty sure that if you did a breathalyser test right now, you’d fail. So, maybe you’re wrong, you probably are drunk. Yet, you continue down the street lit road towards your home. It wasn’t far away, only a few more roads and you’d be able to tuck yourself up in the comfort of your bed. You cannot wait.

It wasn’t that you didn’t enjoy nights out with your work friends, in fact you loved going to them. It was more the fact that you couldn’t hack the late nights anymore. Gone are the days when you could stay up till God knows what time, drinking who knows how many drinks and then wake up still feeling fresh the next day. No, now you merely had to have a glass or two of wine and stay up an hour or two after you would normally be asleep, and the next day might as well be written off. You are getting old.

The thought almost makes you laugh out loud as you continue to walk down the street. God, maybe you are more drunk than you thought.

You can almost see the end of your road when you hear it. If it was the middle of the day you wouldn’t have heard it, the cars in the road, the people walking on the street, the general noise of the day. But there were none of those sounds tonight, so you hear the meow loud and clear.

The noise makes you stop in your tracks, the abrupt stop making you sway so much you have to stick your arms out in an attempt to regain balance, or maybe just as a precaution in case you fall.

Another meow sounds out, small and broken and you almost die on the spot. The sound came from your left and when you look you can see a pile of what looks like rubbish; a couple of bags and some damp boxes. But you head towards the pile, certain the noise isn’t just a figment of your drunk imagination.

Squatting down you gently start to rifle through it. You must look a mad woman, dressed up for a night out, swaying lightly on the spot due to drinking a bit too much and rummaging through some bins. But you don’t really care. You know what you heard, or you hope you know and it wasn’t your mind playing tricks. You needed to find that poor cat.

Lifting up the lid of one of the smaller boxes you see it. A small ginger cat, that couldn’t be more than a few weeks old. Its fur is a bit wet making it stick up at odd angles. When it sees you, its eyes open up wide and more tiny meows escape its mouth. Your lip immediately juts out into a pout at the sight and tears start to well up in your eyes. You were a softie at the best of times, but this was seriously heart-breaking. Who would leave this small little thing on the side of the road?

“Hello little guy,” you whisper out as the meows continue to sound out. “You’re ok.”

You don’t really know what to do. Do you ring up an animal rescue centre? But where’s likely to be open at this time? Do you take it home with you? But you lived in a flat that doesn’t allow pets. You could try and sneak it in, but the person you shared the flat with also happened to be the landlord that gave the no pets rule. But you couldn’t just leave it here, alone, on the side of the road where anything could happen.

The thought brings a fresh wave of tears. Yep, you definitely look like you’ve lost your mind.

It takes you a few more minutes squatting on the side of the road, thinking and trying to gather yourself so you won’t cry again, before you decide what to do. You have to take it home. You’ll sneak it in and then just keep it in your bedroom so your flatmate doesn’t see it. Easy. It feels like the best idea you’ve ever come up with. You hardly see him anyway, you’ve been living there a few months now, but the most you spoke was when you first met so he could determine if you seemed like the clean, tidy, polite, housemate that you had told him you were in a bid to rent his spare room. And almost definitely to check whether you were bat shit crazy or not. Since then, it was just the occasional passing in the hall, a brief crossing over in the kitchen (because you never cook together, God forbid!), a few conversations about bills and cleaning. Just normal house mate talk when you don’t actually know your flat mate. Polite, quick, not too friendly interactions.

Decision made. You are taking the cat home and hiding it in your room.

Reaching out you go to pick it up but it starts to panic and backs up away from your hands.

“Ok, Ok. I’m just trying to help,” you say in what you hope is a soothing tone. “I just need to get you home and then we’ll get nice and warm and I can get you some food. Would you like that? I have some tuna in the cupboard?”

If looking through bins didn’t qualify you for going insane, then talking to a cat that was sat in some bins definitely did. As it didn’t want to be directly picked up you needed a way around it. The box looked damp and like the bottom could fall out any minute, but it would have to do.

It’s only a small box so when you lift it off the ground enough you slip your hand underneath so that you can support it. You stand up, suddenly feeling a lot more sober with the responsibility in your hands. When the cat looks up and around at the world, but doesn’t make to jump and run, you feel better and start on the last leg of your journey home.

You take the stairs more carefully than you ever have, worried that now’s the most likely time you’ll trip and then hurt the cat. When you reach your door, you pause. Looking down at the tiny cat, it stares back up at you, eyes wide but no more meowing.

“You’ve got to be quiet just for a minute and then I’ll treat you to some tuna,” you whisper into the box.

You know it doesn’t understand you, but you pray that it heeds your words. Your flatmate is probably in his room and won’t even see you when you walk to your room, but you can’t risk it. As a final precaution you decide to fold the flaps down, closing the cat in the box.

“It will only be for a minute,” you whisper into the box, feeling guilty even though it will be free with food in you room in no time.

Finally, you open the door, slipping your shoes off when you step inside.

Carrying the box you creep to your room, past the kitchen, you just need to go through the living room and then you’ve made it.

So concentrated on not falling over and not making a sound, you don’t notice the voices. Even when you step into the living room you hardly realise anyone is there until your name is said.

“Back so soon?”

Your eyes snap up to your flatmate, sat on the sofa, a friend next to him. Both of them looking at you stood in the doorway.

“Yoongi,” you plaster a smile on your face. “I didn’t realise you’d be up.”

Yoongis face scrunches up at your comment. It was pretty dumb. Why wouldn’t he be up? It’s a Saturday night, and it’s not like you knew his schedule to know he’d be asleep.

“Have you met Jimin before?” Yoongi ignores your comment and looks instead to the man next to him.

He has light brown sweeping hair and a wide toothy smile. He looks friendly and welcoming. He looks the complete opposite of Yoongi.

“Hey,” he gives a small wave at you and you nod your head in acknowledgment. “What’s in the box?”

It’s asked as an innocent question, a question out of pure curiosity, yet you react like he’s somehow threatened you. Your body goes rigid, you clutch the box a bit tighter and turn slightly so the box is hidden from them by your body.

“It’s – uh – it's just some leftover food,” you try to relax, knowing how dodgy you must look right now. This was not going to plan.

“Where did you go? What did you get?” Jimins smile remains on his face, but there's a glint in his eye and you know he’s catching on to you.

You shrug, losing your defensive stance and bringing the box back into their line of view. You hope it comes across casual, as if you have nothing to hide.

“Just some pizza,” you reply, eyes flicking briefly to the door that leads to your room. It’s so close, but also feels so far with the two pairs of eyes on you. “Anyway. Nice chatting. I’m feeling really tired after tonight, so I think I’m just going to,” you nod your head in the direction of your room and start to walk forwards.

“Are you not going to put your pizza in the fridge?” Yoongis voice stops you in your tracks.

“I think I might just finish it off in bed. Midnight snack,” you attempt to walk again.

“You know, I wouldn’t go back to that place if I was you,” this time you fully turn to look at Yoongi, a small smirk on his face as he looks up at you. “If somewhere I ate gave me my leftovers in a box like that, I would definitely not go back.”

Naturally your eyes go down to the box in your hands. Damp, beaten, it’s obviously been sat outside for several hours; if you’d been given take out in a box like it, you wouldn’t even take it from the restaurant. But you couldn’t say that now.

Instead, you nod your head and look back up at Yoongi with as blank an expression as you can muster. “Duly noted.”

It’s at this moment that the cat decides to pipe up. Frankly, you are surprised it’s lasted this long without making a noise, you had told it it would only be in the box for a minute and it’s been way past that.

Your eyes widen at the noise and they flick between Yoongi and Jimin to try and gauge whether they have heard it. They definitely have as their eyes have gone to the box in your hands.

“Anyway, I really must go to bed,” you say, turning on your heels and half walk half run to the door.

“Y/N,” Yoongi says and when you don’t stop he says it a bit louder and harsher.

Stopping you take a deep breath to steady your nerves and then turn back to the boys with a smile on your face.

“What’s in the box?” Yoongis eyebrows raise as he looks at you.

“Some pizza?” It comes out more like a question, no one in the room now believing you.

Another meow sounds out from the box. At this point you think the cat is doing it on purpose, maybe it liked living on the street and wants to go back, because that is certainly the direction it’s heading, you heading with it.

Jimin is the next to move, jumping off the sofa he walks over to you. He looks at you as if asking for permission to open the box and when you don’t do anything, he takes it as consent. Lifting up the flap you watch his face light up when he sees the cat, it lets out another small meow at the sight of a new face.

“Oh Yoongi, it’s a little kitten,” Jimin doesn’t take his eyes off the cat as he addresses Yoongi.

You brave a glance at the man who is still sat on the sofa, his eyes already on you. He is wearing an unreadable expression, his mouth a straight line, his eyes holding no emotion. Nerves grow in you. You hadn’t had much of a plan, but this was certainly not part of it.

“I can explain,” your voice comes out desperate, and in this moment, you don’t actually care, thoughts of being kicked out of the house because you broke the rules flit through your mind. “I found it on the side of the road when I walked home. It was so small and sad and I couldn’t just leave it there. And I thought about calling a rescue centre but where would be open at this hour? And I know I’m not allowed pets, but it would just be for the night and then I’ll call a rescue centre in the morning.”

The words tumble out your mouth but Yoongi doesn’t seem to react to any of them, Jimin still concentrated on the cat in the box. This is it, you think, he’s going to kick me out and I’ll be living on the street.

“Can’t you keep it Yoongi?” You have never been so glad to have someone on your side as you are now. “Just come and look at it.”

When Yoongi doesn’t move or react to Jimins request he takes the box out of your hands and takes it to Yoongi. You remain planted on the spot, unable to move. You watch as Jimin sits down next to Yoongi with the box, still cooing at the cat. But your attention is firmly on Yoongi, looking and praying for any signs that he isn’t mad. He looks down at the box, face still emotionless, but you could swear that his face softens slightly when his eyes look in the box. Maybe he isn’t as emotionless as he’d have you believe.

“I did tell you no pets,” Yoongi says, looking back up at you.

“It would just be for the night,” you plead.

“I don’t want it weeing anywhere.”

“I’ll keep it in my room and put my own towels on the floor in case.”

“And it will need food.”

“I have a tin of tuna.”

Yoongi is silent as he regards you. You can almost see the clogs turning in his head. You want to plead some more, you’d get down on your hands and knees if you knew it would help. But you don’t think any of that will help, so instead you remain silent.

“Just be for the night.”

It’s the only conformation you need. A squeal leaves your lips and you start to move towards him. You catch yourself last minute, realising that you were about to hug him, which seemed weirdly inappropriate. You hardly speak to Yoongi, let alone hug him.

“Thank you,” is what you settle for instead.

Jimin still holds the box with the cat in, a hand now in there stroking the cat that is emitting a loud purr. He smiles at you triumphantly, and you want to hug him too, you’re unsure whether Yoongi would have agreed if Jimin wasn’t here.

You’re aware that you are stood beaming at the two men who both just stare at you from the sofa. You should probably move, you were the one who had walked in on their evening activities, now everything was sorted they probably wanted you gone.

“Oh,” you almost shake yourself to regain some form of coherent thought. “I’ll go grab some tuna and then be out of your hair.”

You glance at Jimin to check he’s ok with the cat for a minute and when no one protests you turn back in the direction you came from and go into the kitchen. You grab a glass of water for yourself and look for some tuna for the cat, opening the can and pouring it onto a small plate before going back to the men.

They’re talking in hushed tones when you re-enter the room but stop abruptly when they notice you come back in. You feel self-conscious. They were almost definitely talking about you and it causes an awkwardness to fall over the room. Trying your best to ignore it you realise you’ll have to come back for the cat in a minute when your hands are empty.

“I’ll just drop this in my room,” you lift up your full hands in explanation and then shuffle to your room.

Your surprised when you turn to go back out and see Yoongi already stood in your door. The cat is in his hands, no longer in the box and one of his hands absently scratches its head while he looks at you.

“You should let me know if you need a lift home, I wouldn’t have minded picking you up. Or calling you a cab.”

His words take you by surprise. He is full of surprises tonight and it makes you realise how little you know him. You had assumed you knew him, thought he was the cold, emotionless, quiet man you lived with, but maybe he wasn’t.

“It was only a bar around the corner,” you shrug, because why would you have text him when you only ever text about missing food from the fridge or unknown items in the shared area.

“I still don’t like the idea of you walking home alone.”

“Well tonight I had this little guy for company.”

You step towards Yoongi and he doesn’t resist when you take the cat out of his arms. You know he’s being sweet, that he’s just looking out for you and you don’t know why you are being so defensive. It was nice to have someone look out for you, but it was also nice to feel independent and like you could walk home alone.

“Y/N,” his tone is serious, and it brings your eyes back to him. “I would just hate to think of anything happening to you. It’s not right, but a female walking alone, especially at night.”

His voice fades off with unspoken words, words you know that don’t need to be spelled out.

You sigh. “Thanks, Yoongi,” you give a small but genuine smile. “Seriously, thanks. I'll let you know next time.”

He gives you a satisfied nod of his head, though his face still holds little emotion. He lingers, then flicks his eyes down to the cat in your arms before looking back up at you and then walking out the door. You’re left staring at the spot he once stood wondering if you should make more of an effort with your flat mate.

You wake up with the kitten curled up on the pillow next to you. It feels like your heart shatters all over again at the site of it, so small and fluffy.  

It completely demolished the tin of tuna you gave it last night. And then when you put it on the pile of towels and climbed into your own bed, it whined and whined, only content when you picked it up and bought it to bed with you. It took a while for you to get to sleep, constantly scared you were going to turn in your sleep and crush it.

But no matter how smoothly and quietly you try to get out of the bed, the cat wakes up. Instantly on its feet and wondering over to see where you are going. You have to pick it up and place it on the floor before making your way to the kitchen, even after downing all that water before bed you can feel the dehydration from drinking. Luckily you don’t feel ill in any other way, just lethargic.

You don’t worry when you open the door and the cat bounds into the rest of the house with you; Yoongi was rarely up at this time, especially on a non-work day.

That’s why it’s so surprising to see him nursing a mug of coffee on the sofa when you walk into the living room.

You stop dead in your tracks, watching as the cat bounds towards him with little care. There’s nothing you can do but try to act as if there is no problem. As if this is all normal. If you think it, maybe you’ll manifest it.

“There’s coffee in the kitchen if you want it.” Yoongi barely looks at you when he talks.

You say a quick thanks as you shuffle past him. The cat doesn’t follow, but as you pour a glass of water and then a cup of coffee, you empty another tin of tuna onto a plate for it. You wish you had at least brushed your hair before leaving your room. You didn’t really care if he saw you looking dishevelled, but if he was going to make any negative comments about the cat, you wanted to at least feel half decent when you backed yourself. Regardless, you brace yourself before heading back into the room.

Yoongi is where you left him, sat looking at the TV from the sofa. The cat is playing with a small bit of plastic, acting as if it’s a mouse. As soon as you place the plate of tuna on the floor though, the plastic is long forgotten.

You sit down on the floor next to the plate, back resting on the edge of the sofa. There is enough room on the sofa, Yoongi wasn’t taking up more than half, but it wasn’t the biggest sofa in the world and it just felt right to not sit by him. Plus, the floor wasn’t too uncomfortable.

“What you watching?” You ask, looking at two men cooking on the screen.

“Sunday brunch. It was this or Andrew Marr.”

“Or Netflix?” You let out a small laugh, he acted like an old man who could only watch live TV. He only lets out a hum in reply.

You watch as the two men cook a pork curry while also interviewing a musician you had never seen before. It’s when they start drinking different cocktails, cheersing the people at home that the cat crawls onto your lap.

It’s so small that when it curls up into a ball it only fits on your knee. You’re pretty sure that it was trying to kill you with cuteness.

As you look down at it you remember that you have to call a rescue centre today. You really don’t want to give it away, if you could you would keep it forever, but you lived in a no pet house, you signed the contract, you know the rules, so it’s only right you lived by them. Still, you wonder if there’s a way around it. The guy who made the rule was sat just behind you after all.

As if he can read your mind he starts to talk.

“When are you going to ring the rescue centre then?”

You roll your eyes, glad he can’t see the action. “I was actually thinking I’ll have to wait to Monday as they probably aren’t open on a Sunday.”

“What are they, a Post Office? What rescue centre isn’t open on a Sunday? Surely there’s animals in need every day, they can’t just have a day off.”

You roll your eyes again, mind whirling through ideas. “Well, I had a google this morning and nothing sounded open,” you hope he doesn’t see through the complete lie.

He hums out and you brace yourself for his next words. “Probably closed or googled this morning?”

You cringe at the contrast in the words you had spoken, Yoongi easily picking you out on them. You turn your head to look at him and he’s already looking at you, a small smirk on his face. At least he doesn’t look annoyed.

“Well google only showed me the first five closest to us, which are all closed, so that means that all rescue centres are probably closed on a Sunday,” you mentally pat yourself on the back. “I can google places further afield if you want, but you’d have to drive me,” you finish with a sweet smile.

The smile on Yoongis face only widens at your words, a glint appearing in his eyes. He lets out another hum as he regards you. Finally, he looks away from you, eyes going back to the TV.

“Fine. You can keep it another night and then call the rescue centre Monday,” a wide, toothy smile breaks out on your face. “But my point from last night still stands. No wee anywhere.”

“But poo’s, ok?” You laugh when he shoots you an angry look. “Joking, I’ve got it. I’ll buy some cat litter,” you say still beaming. “Thank you so much Yoongi.”

His gaze turns less angry and more quizzical, eyes slightly narrowing. “It’s just one more night. Don’t go thanking me yet. And do you really need to buy cat litter for one night?”

“I’ll just donate it to the rescue centre,” you shrug.

He gives a single nod, attention back on the TV.

You’d given yourself an extra 24 hours. That was something you could work with. You really doubt that Yoongi will ever come round to the idea of keeping the cat, he had obviously made the no pet rule for a reason. But, to be honest, you are just happy to have the cat a bit longer, any extra time was a bonus, even if you don’t get to keep it.

You spend the day lazing around the flat with the cat. Wherever you go it follows, running along to keep up with your long strides. It naps when you watch a film in bed. It plays with that bit of plastic in the living room when you have some lunch. It even follows you to the door when you leave to go to the shops.

You let Yoongi know you’re off to buy some cat stuff and food for yourself and he agrees to keep an eye on it. You don’t think you’ve ever done a food shop so fast, adding a small bag of cat litter, a tray for it, a small cat bowl and some cat food to your trolly. You feel like the longer you leave Yoongi with the cat, the more likely he is to want it gone.

But you shouldn’t have worried. You get home sweating from carrying the bags up the flight of stairs that lead to your flat and dump them by the door. When you walk into the living room the cat has abandoned the piece of plastic in favour of Yoongis foot. It almost dances around it, doing small leaps before swiping a paw. And Yoongi just sits looking at his phone, tapping his foot lightly to spur the cat on.

Your mouth almost drops open at the sight. Here he was pretending to hate all animals, or at least imply he does, and yet this does not suggest that.

You need to act cool. Pretend it’s not a big deal, because really it’s not. And then maybe you can use all of this to your advantage.

“I bought some cat food as well as cat litter,” you say into the room and neither Yoongi or that cat stop what they are doing.

Yoongi lets out a signature hum while the cat continues to attack his foot in tiny. You would feel betrayed if it wasn’t so cute.

Turning out the room you unpack everything from the shop.

The cat sleeps in your bed again that night so you wake up the same way you did Sunday morning. You’ll definitely miss this when it’s gone.

You get ready for work, the cat watching you as you dress and then bounds after you when you go to get some breakfast. You don’t have much time before work starts, so you can’t call up the rescue centre now and even if you did there isn’t enough time to drop it round or wait for them to come here before you need to be in work. You can’t exactly take it with you either, as much as you would love that. There’s only really one option, which is to leave it here for the day. Yoongi works from home so it’s not an awful option, you just wish you’d thought this through yesterday so you could have told him. You’ll have to knock on his door and tell him. He’ll probably be pissed, waking him up early and then asking him to look after the cat for the day sounded like a recipe for disaster.

You walk to his closed door, a sight you were used to. He never left it open for you to peak in and you never had to knock on it to talk to him, so this was going to be a first all round. The cat sits at your feet looking at the door with as much expectation as you.

Eventually you muster up the courage to knock on his door. You live with him, share living space with him, yet this feels weird. Theres a small groan and then some rustling on the other side of the door.

Your heart almost stops when he eventually opens the door. Dark hair fluffy and poking up at odd angles. Eyes puffy and half closed from sleep. Mouth pouty. It looks like he’s recently shoved on a large t-shirt and you find yourself wondering whether he slept in those joggers too or whether he was naked a few seconds ago.

He rubs his eyes as he looks at you. “Can I help?”

His voice matches his just woken up look, gravelly and softer than usual. Your mind stops working and it takes you longer than it should to realise it’s your turn to talk.

“Sorry,” you trip over your words in a rush to get them out, as if you are making up for the pause that just happened. “I am going to call the rescue centre I promise. It’s just I don’t have time now, I have to get to work, and won’t even have time to take it if I find somewhere. I’ll call after work or during if I get a bit of free time.”

Yoongi blinks at you and you realise that you haven’t explained why you even knocked on his door.

“Right. Well I just wanted to let you know that it’s here and I won’t be. I guess, can you look after it for the day?”

You expect him to slam the door on your face. You expect him to say no. You expect him to demand you take the animal with you or call the rescue centre now.

What you don’t expect is for him to wave a dismissive hand and turn to head back to his bed leaving the door open for the cat to come and go as it pleases.

Again you are shocked into stillness. You just watch as Yoongi walks back to his bed and lift the covers. Before he climbs in, as if he can feel your eyes on his back, he turns to look at you, eyebrows raised in question. You flush at being caught so blatantly watching him.

“Sorry,” you apologise again. “I’ll go. I just – uh – one more thing, it likes to sleep next to you. If you – I don’t know if you would want it to, but it gets a bit whiney if not.”

A familiar smirk appears on Yoongis face as he watches you fumble over your words. Without saying anything he bends down and picks up the cat who is at his feet and places it on the bed. Then he turns back to look at you.

“Have a nice day.”

“You too,” you squeal the words before basically running out the front door, a hot flush running all over your body.

It shouldn’t continue to surprise you. But given how anti pets he is, it does still surprise you.

You come home from work and Yoongi is sat in the living room on the sofa with the cat curled up on his lap. He looks up and gives you a smile when you walk through the door and you return the gesture. Again, you remind yourself to not act like this is some ground breaking event. It feels like you’ll scare him into getting rid of the cat if you point out his obvious affection towards it.

“Good day?” You ask as you step into the room, taking the empty seat next to him on the sofa.

“Yeah, I got quite a lot of work done so guess that classes as good,” he replies.

Even though you’ve lived with him for months you don’t really know what he does. You know he works at home, does some freelancing work, but you have no idea in what. It feels like a weird time to ask him now, as if too much time has passed, so instead you just nod.

You spoke to Yoongi before, would occasionally sit in the living room together and watch a film or TV in silence or with the odd comment, but you wouldn’t be able to tell anyone much about him. He was your flat mate, not your friend. But it seemed, ever since you brought the cat home, as if things had changed between the two of you. It’s only been two days and yet you’ve spoken to him more and hung out around him more, and you’ve kind of enjoyed it.

“I’m going to cook a pasta bake for tea if you want some?” Food was something you never shared, and you wonder why. It’s always easier to cook for more than one person.

Yoongi acts as if it’s a common occurrence though, nodding his head with a small “Yeah, that would be nice.”

His attention is fully on the TV, but you can’t not look at him. It’s not like you’ve never realised he isn’t attractive before, but sitting here, right next to him is something else. All through the day you couldn’t get the image of him opening his bedroom door to you out of your head. And though he is a bit more put together now, he still looks soft. You’d always viewed him as a bit cold and hard before. But now you wonder how you could have ever thought that.

You force yourself to look away from his face, though he isn’t looking at you, you are sure he can see you staring out of the corner of his eye. Your eyes instead go to the cat on his lap. Its ginger fur is stripy with lighter and darker stripes covering its body. Its tail is only small, but still it wraps it around its body. And its ears are small but pointy, twitching lightly in its sleep.

Without much thought you poke your hand out and give its head a small scratch. It wiggles, surprised of the contact, before settling again and emitting a loud purr. A fond smile breaks out on your face as you continue, but you stop abruptly when you hand touches Yoongis leg.

Your eyes dart to his and he is just staring at you expressionless. It was only a soft touch, barely anything. But even stroking the cat on his lap seemed a bit intimate. If you were thinking you wouldn’t have even done that, but you had acted on pure instinct.

You flush under his gaze, his lack of words or emotion seeming to make the situation more awkward.

“I’ll go get the pasta started,” you say as a way to get out of the room.

Even in the heat of the kitchen you feel your body temperature lowering. It was from embarrassment you think, stroking your flatmates leg was embarrassing no matter how good looking they were.

You’re glad to be cooking, it takes you the time to make the pasta bake to recover from the incident and mentally prep yourself for walking back into the living room.

You take two bowls of pasta in, knowing if the cat is still on Yoongis lap he’s going to find it hard to get to the kitchen. He gratefully takes the bowl off you with a thanks, and then digs in. The cat is still completely passed out on his lap. You both eat in silence, watching the TV, but when you finish you decide to speak.

“You know, I’m kind of offended that it’s chosen you over me. I was the one who saved it after all.” It was a risky line to take, you still haven’t called a rescue centre, but you don’t know what else to talk about, you still hardly know the man.

“Maybe I have a comfier lap,” he gives you a small smile. “Also you should really stop calling it, it.”

“Oh,” your eyebrows shoot up your head. Was this his way of saying he wants to keep the cat? Surely, if he thought you were giving it to a rescue centre he would be fine with the name it.

“I’m pretty sure it’s a girl,” he continues.

“You looked at its bits?” You try to keep the smirk off your face but struggle.

Yoongi gives you a disapproving look but his cheeks tint pink. “It wasn’t for any other reason but to check the gender. We can’t keep calling her it.”

Your smile is wide now and you make no effort to hide it. “Does this mean we can keep her?”

He shrugs, acting nonchalant. “I was considering it.”

You nod your head enthusiastically but don’t speak. You needed to think this through. It seemed like he could be easily swayed either way so you don’t want to scare him off and accidentally make him decide not to keep the cat.

“I would buy all its food and cat litter if that helps?” You offer.

“I wouldn’t ask you to do that,” Yoongi frowns lightly.

“Well, she would need injections and to be neutered, I’ll pay for those at least.”

He still doesn’t look convinced but finally he nods his head.

“It was nice to have someone, or I guess something, around while I worked,” he explains. “She slept in a gap in my CDs most of the day. It was kind of cute.”

Not only was this cat trying to break your heart with cuteness, it seemed Yoongi was too. Who says a sentence like that so casually out of nowhere?

“A new work buddy for you,” you offer, not knowing what to say. All you want to do is coo and squeeze him. “So why did you have the no pet rule?”

“I didn’t have a pet. I didn’t really want anyone bringing an animal into my space that I had no say over.”

Seems fair. You would probably be the same. And it makes you wonder who the cat is owned by. You had technically found her, but Yoongi was the one calling the shots. If you moved out would you have to leave her behind or take her with you? That was a bridge you’d have to cross when you got to it.

“So if we can’t call her it, I guess we can’t also just keep calling her her,” you say.

“I’m not sure, her has a nice ring to it.”

You roll your eyes. “What about Ginny? As in Weasley, because she’s ginger.”

“No.”

“Garfield?”

“Garfield is a boy. She doesn’t need to be named after a famous ginger.”

“Fine,” you sigh. “Blossom? Daisy? Crumble?” You list off the first things that come to your head.

Yoongi scrunches his face in mild disgust. “No.”

“Princess?”

“I am not calling her Princess.”

“I thought she wasn’t your cat,” you smirk at him.

“She’s living in my house. I can veto any name, and I am vetoing that.”

“I live in your house and you didn’t get to pick my name.”

His nose scrunches in confusion again. “You pay me to live here, that’s good enough for me.”

“Fine,” you sigh, but really you weren’t the biggest fan of any of the suggestions you had provided either. It was harder than it looked naming a cat. “What do you suggest then?”

He hums, looking down at the cat as if for inspiration.

“What about Basil?”

It kind of annoys you that you like the name. It sounded a bit masculine, but that was probably because of Basil Fawlty. Who says it can’t be a female cat name too?

“Why Basil?” You ask.

“She was eating the basil plant earlier,” a small smile plays on his lips.

“What?” You blanch. “One, why? Two, you let her on the kitchen counter?”

He shrugs, the smile widening on his face. “She was lonely on the floor.”

He really is a much bigger softy than he makes out.

“Fine,” you huff, though the words hold no annoyance. “Basil it is. But you better stop her eating it next time. I don’t want her getting ill, and I don’t want her killing my plant.”

“Your plant?” The annoying smile remains on his face as he regards you. “When was the last time you watered it? I think I may be doing more for that plants health than you.”

He had you there, you had only watered it once in the last month, yet the plant had never looked so healthy, new leaves sprouting all the time. Instead of giving him the satisfaction of an answer though you turn back to the TV ignoring him. He just lets out a small laugh at your silent agreement.

A month goes by with the cat in your house. Theres a few stray poos that don’t make it into the litter tray which you quickly dispose of before Yoongi can see. Basil grows, but is still only a small kitten. Yoongi looks after her in the day when he works from home, but you feed her in the morning and when you get back from work, and then she follows you around in the evening.

You see Yoongi a bit more than before the cat came along, but not much more. The main difference is the addition of the cat to your text conversations. Cat needs more food. Please can you pick up more litter on your next food shop? Etc.

You grow to have a bit a routine when the two of you are in the house together in the evening. Normally you would have cooked food for yourself and then eaten in your room or quickly eaten in the living room and then gone to your room, yours and Yoongis evenings not overlapping. But now you meal share. You take it in turns to cook and then sit in front of the TV until one gets up to go to bed. You don’t talk too much, but it’s nice to not feel like you’re living with a stranger.

And you do learn things about him. You learn that he loves tangerines and will regularly ask you to pick up more in your food shop, so much so that you’ve just started buying them even if he doesn’t ask. He is a freelance producer, he writes songs and edits other artists tracks, and when you asked if he ever made his own songs he went oddly quiet. He likes to nap a lot, you’ve sometimes come home to him fast asleep on the sofa. He has a best friend called Jin who texts him dad jokes all the time that he pretends to hate but never fails to show you, a ghost of a smile on his face.

He’s quiet and understated, he’s not in your face about anything but you can see that he cares deeply for a lot of things.

His friend Jimin comes round a couple of times, always making a fuss over Basil. You always depart from the living room to your own room whenever he comes round, you don’t want to invade their evenings.

Life seems to go on like normal, but Basil is there and with her she has made you a little bit closer to your flatmate.

You wake up from a terrible nights sleep. Your thoughts and nerves were keeping you awake. Basil didn’t eat any of her food yesterday, you came home to a full bowl of food from the morning and when you put fresh down she didn’t even sniff it. Trying not to panic you had gone to the shop to buy some different branded food on the off chance she was being picky, but even that she didn’t eat. Out of shear desperation you had tried giving her some of the treats Yoongi had started buying her. Normally she goes crazy for them, but she didn’t even look remotely interested.

Looking at her sleeping on your bed you can see something isn’t right. She’s lying strangely and when you get up and move around getting dressed she doesn’t move, even going to the door she’s still, which is so unlike her. The worry that simmered last night builds up within you.

You go and get her a bowl of fresh food and water and bring it back into your room, but again she doesn’t even move a muscle.

Sheer panic runs through you. You don’t know what you should do, but your feet take you back out of the room to Yoongis closed door. You take a few deep breaths to calm yourself, you didn’t want to worry Yoongi straight away, it was probably nothing anyway and he would know what to do.

“Yoongi?” You give a few light, nervous taps on his door.

There some noise of the other side and then the door swings open revealing the man. He gives you one glance before his face scrunches with concern. Maybe you aren’t doing as good a job as you thought at hiding how worried you are.

“What’s wrong?” His eyes flick over your face as if trying to read the answer there.

“It’s Basil,” you feel your throat tighten as you speak, but swallow the knot that forms there. “I don’t know what’s wrong with her. She didn’t eat anything yesterday and now she’s just lay down and isn’t moving and it might be nothing but I don’t know.”

You take a deep breath to steady yourself while Yoongi turns back into his room. He comes back a second later with a jacket. It’s only now you realise he’s already fully dressed and you wonder if he stayed up all night. You know he does it and it’s why he naps a lot, but you always scold him for it. But now is not the time.

“We’re taking her to the vet,” he says in explanation as he shoulders on the coat.

“Oh God. Ok,” you can only watch as he goes past you in the direction of the cat.

“You coming?” He says over his shoulder when you don’t move.

Rather than give a verbal reply, you just follow after him. While you get a coat and bag, Yoongi gets Basil into his arms. She looks so small and weak in his arms, all the energy she normally has isn’t there and you have to bite your lip to stop yourself from crying.

Neither of you say anything on the walk to the car or on the journey to the vets. You don’t know what to say. Now wasn’t a time for small talk or light jokes, you were both worried and the silence helped.

You hold Basil on your lap the whole way there, hand lightly stroking her head in reassurance, but her usual purr is missing. You’re trying to focus on the positives, trying to focus on how the vets will help her, rather than how ill she seems.

Finally you pull up to the vets and you don’t protest when Yoongi opens your door and takes Basil from your arms. While you take a seat in the waiting room Yoongi goes up to the receptionist and books you in before taking the seat next to you.

“She said we’ll only have to wait 15 minutes,” he says.

“I don’t know if I want to go in,” you admit. You want to be there for Basil, you want to be by her side and give her comfort, but you hate seeing her like this. You feel like you might break if you go in for the examination and find out its bad news.

Yoongi reaches out and grabs your hand, giving it a small squeeze. “It’s ok,” he says lightly. “You wait here and I’ll go in with her.”

You swallow, nodding your head, but still feel incredibly guilty. It feels selfish to not be there for Basil, even though Yoongi would be.

Yoongi gives your hand another squeeze as if reading your mind. “Hey, it will be ok.”

You let out a breath you didn’t realise you were holding. His words bringing you comfort. You felt so glad to have Yoongi in this moment.

The 15 minutes feel like a lifetime, but when Yoongi and Basil go in to see the vet, the wait feels even longer. You pick up the stray magazines that litter the waiting area but your eyes don’t take in any of the words that they skim. Your foot taps nervously against the floor.

Eventually Yoongi walks out and you stand as soon as you see him. He doesn’t have Basil in his arms and the sight almost breaks you. You stay stood by your chair, eyes watching his every movement as he talks to the woman at reception. She clicks around on her screen a bit and then he’s turning towards you.

Your heart hammers in your chest as you watch him. You try to read his face, but it holds no emotion. You fear the worst, he’s not even faking a reassuring smile, it must be bad news.

“She’s ok. She ate a bit of plastic so she needs to stay in while they remove it and then they need to monitor her after,” he looks you dead in the eye as he speaks, a rare occurrence for him. “I also said they should neut her while she’s in.”

The last bit sounds so off hand and he says it so lightly it could almost be perceived as a joke.

Everything that had built up within you over the last 24 hours breaks. All the worry and sadness and stress you had bottled up comes pouring out. You don’t know whether it’s relief that Basil is going to be ok, or whether it’s Yoongis light and jokey attitude that finally does it, but either way tears start to stream down your face.

You manage to catch the shocked and worried look that falls over Yoongis face before your vision blurs to near blindness.

“Sorry,” you hiccup the words out and have to sniff back some snot.

You try to wipe away the tears but they fall faster than you can brush them off. And then you’re being pulled into someone's arms. It takes a second to realise it’s Yoongi, the smell of his room is all over him, clean and fresh and him. His arms are tight and secure as one of his hands rubs circles on your back in a comforting motion.

“It’s ok,” he whispers into your hair again and again.

You stand like that for a minute in the vets waiting room before you calm down enough. When you pull back gently Yoongi lets you go, but only enough so that he can look at your face. His hands move from your back to clutch your face, his long fingers wiping at the few stray tears that remain.

“It’s ok,” he repeats. “She’s going to be ok.”

You sniffle but nod your head. You know she’s going to be ok, but the worry of her not being ok caused this outburst. God knows how you would have reacted if the news was worse.

Yoongi doesn’t let you go even though you have recovered enough to not be crying. His eyes still search your face, waiting as if you might break again.

And then he’s leaning in. The shock of his lips touching yours means that you don’t move, your lips motionless as his move against yours. By the time you realise and are kissing him back he is already starting to move on, his lips lightly touching all over your face. Your cheek, your jaw, your nose, your forehead. Their light and soft and delicate.

With one last kiss to your other cheek he pulls away to look at you. Pink dusts his cheeks and all you want to do is pull him in for another kiss.

“We should head home,” he says.

It only takes those few words to remember where you are. He steps away from you and you look around the waiting room. There’s only a man, his dog and the receptionist and neither of them are paying you any attention, but your body heats up at the show you must have just put on for them.

“Yeah,” you croak out. “Let’s go.”

You head home in much the same way as you came, in silence. Your head is all over the place, what with Basil and then Yoongi kissing you. You don’t mean to be rude but when you get home you head to your room, telling Yoongi that you need a lie down. He doesn’t stop you.

Basil stays in the vets for two nights. The flat feels smaller and lonelier without her and you miss waking up to her curled up on your pillow. But when she comes home you and Yoongi fuss over her. Yoongi buys her a new toy and you buy her a special stick of food you saw in the pet shop. She is unbothered by both, and you and Yoongi pretend that it doesn’t bother you.

Weeks go by the same way as before. The kiss is never mentioned, but nothing feels awkward between the two of you. You assume that there was just a lot of emotions that day and it got the better of the both of you. People do weird things when stressed, and Yoongi obviously chose to kiss you. You wouldn’t be against it happening again, but his pretending it didn’t happen makes you feel like maybe that’s for the best. People do always say don’t shit where you eat.

You go back to sharing evening foods whilst watching TV together. You never socialise outside the house, you barely socialise inside the house. But it was nice to have a flat mate that you know and get on with. You were just happy to sit with him, even if it was in silence.

Over the weeks though things slowly change with Basil. Maybe it’s because you’re not around as much as Yoongi, or maybe all those treats and toys Yoongi keeps buying her are working and she now likes him more than you. But she starts to not want to sleep with you at night. For the past few nights you’ve walked past Yoongis closed door to Basil lying outside it. She looks at you with wide eyes as if pleading for you to open the door.

“Sorry,” you whisper as you continue onto your room.

You didn’t want to just open his door and you didn’t want to knock just to ask if the cat could come in. He probably wouldn’t care but you feel incredibly awkward about it.

Eventually Basil follows you to bed, realising it’s a lost cause to linger outside Yoongis door.

The next day Yoongi is sat in the living room when you get home from work. Basil is sat playing with his foot again, which he lightly taps for her.

“Hey,” you say when you walk in the room. “So Basil was lay outside your door last night. She actually does it quite a lot at the moment as if she wants to go in there.”

You decide to get straight to the point. If you didn’t ask now, you would back out. Yoongi looks at you, although his face looks blank you feel you know him that bit better now that you can tell he is incredibly pleased by the information.

“I was just wondering whether you want me to let her in?”

His eyes flick to Basil who still plays with his foot. More fondness spreads over his face at the sight of her and your heart swells at the sight. Yep, he really did love her, no matter how hard he attempted to make it look like he didn’t.

“Sure,” he says, eyes going back to you. “You don’t need to knock either, I’m normally just working or watching something so just open it a crack and let her in.”

You give a nod of your head before walking and collapsing on the sofa next to him. You’ve been home for a good 10 minutes now and Basil hadn’t paid you the slightest bit of attention.

“It’s kind of unfair how much she prefers you over me,” you say.

You can see Yoongi watching you out of the corner of your eye, but you keep yours trained forward.

“I give her treats and toys,” he says.

“Is that all it takes for her to love you more? I brought her into this house, surely that should count for something.”

Yoongi gives a small laugh. “Oh, I know she loves you, it’s fine.”

You finally look at Yoongi, a comforting smile is on his face. “That better be true,” you give a mock pout that only causes Yoongis smile to widen.

Silence falls over the two of you as you turn to watch the TV, another weird live show that Yoongi insists on watching, it’s like he’s anti Netflix or something. You’re watching some woman give an old embroidered robe, that used to be her fathers, to some man that’s going to upholster it into a pouffe when Yoongi speaks.

“Jimin’s coming round tonight.”  

“I’ll get out your hair then,” you say, preparing to stand and head to your room when Yoongi stops you.

“No, you don’t need to, I was actually going to ask if you wanted to join us?” You’ve never seen Yoongi nervous, but that’s how you would describe him now. “We’re not going to do much, just drink and chat, so I can understand if you’d rather not but -”

“Yoongi,” you interrupt his ramble with a smile. “I’d love to. I might just need to pop out and get some alcohol though.”

A toothy smile breaks out on his face, something you rarely see and the sight has butterflies fluttering in your stomach.

“It’s alright. Jimin’s stopping somewhere on the way. What do you want? I’ll ask him to pick it up.”

“Oh. I guess I’ll just have some wine?”

Another nod and he takes out his phone sending a text to you presume Jimin.

It doesn’t take Jimin long to get here. On arrival he lifts the bag that is full of alcohol before declaring “I am here,” and then puts the bag on the floor and goes to stroke Basil.

“Now I know why you came,” Yoongi says before getting up off the sofa. “Glass?” He asks you.

“No, I was just going to drink straight out the bottle,” you say in a monotone sarcastic voice.

Yoongi rolls his eyes at you before walking out the room.

“I’m so glad Basil is ok,” Jimin says when Yoongi’s left the room. “He was really worried you know.”

You didn’t know. You forget that this is the first time that Jimin would be seeing Basil after her plastic eating incident and you wonder what Yoongi told him about it. At the time you could tell Yoongi was worried, but he hid it well. You could never tell how worried or stressed he was and you didn’t feel close enough to him to be prodding him about his feelings. But now you feel like maybe you should have.

He was there for you throughout that whole period, it was only a couple of days really, but he was your rock. Even when Basil came home and had to wear a cone because she had stitches and wasn’t allowed to lick them, Yoongi made small but meaningful comments about them which you knew were done to put you at ease about it all.

And now when you think about it, you had done nothing for him in return. Jimin is unaware of the guilt causing through you as he carries on.

“I think he was worried about you too. It must have been stressful, especially as you found her. Sorry I didn’t come round and help out at all, Yoongi said he had it all under control.”

God, just what had Yoongi told him?

Yoongi chooses this moment to walk back in the room, an empty wine glass for you and a glass full of whisky and the bottle to top it up later. He looks around the room, sees Jimin playing happily with Basil and you looking to be having a crisis on the sofa.

“What’s going on in here?” He says before moving to you.

You plaster on your best smile, though you know it’s too late. He’s seen the worry in your eyes.

“Jimin was just saying how happy he is to see Basil healthy.”

Yoongi shoots Jimin a knowing look, which the latter ignores. It makes you continue to wonder what Yoongi had told him and subsequently what Jimin had not told you.

“Was he?” Yoongis voice is thick with meaning you don’t understand, but Jimin seems to finally understand.

His eyes dance between the two of you. “Yeah, all I said was how horrible it must have been and how happy I am to see Basil,” Jimin would look the picture of innocence if not for the glint in his eye.

You decide to move the conversation on before anything gets awkward. Asking what Jimins been doing since you last saw him.

The night goes well from there, you would have thought it would be awkward in places as you don’t know them, but they include you on inside jokes, you play a few games that you are sure they let you win, though both deny that, and towards the end of the night you all end up softly speaking about nothing and everything.

Even though Jimin is there, you can’t help but think how nice it is to spend time like this with Yoongi. Again, you have to wonder why the two of you never do this. You obviously get on, but there was something holding you both back. You would have said that you were held back by his coldness, but even you have to say that you know Yoongi well enough now to know that’s all some sort of front.

When Jimin lets out his third yawn in under an hour he decides it’s best to leave.

“I’ll show myself out,” Jimin makes a dismissive wave when Yoongi attempts to get up off the floor. “And it was nice that you joined us Y/N. I look forward to you joining our future drinking sessions too.”

He gives Yoongi one last pointed look before turning and leaving the flat. It take a few seconds before you hear the door open and close, and then it’s just you and Yoongi left in the flat. You feel acutely aware of how close you both sit. Though there is a good gap between the two of you, both of you sit on the floor with your backs against the sofa.

You take a long sip of your drink before looking at Yoongi. In the silence of the room you can feel how much alcohol you’ve drunk. Enough to give you the bravery to speak without much of a barrier, but not enough for you to forget it all in the morning.

“Jimins nice,” you say.

Yoongi raises his eyebrows humming as he regards you.

“He seems to like Basil a lot,” you note.

“He’s big on animals in general,” Yoongi replies.

“He did make it sound like he was worried when Basil was ill,” you continue and you can see Yoongi looking at you, cottoning on to where you are heading with this conversation.

“Yeah, I guess he was here at the start and was worried because I was,” he shrugs his shoulders and takes a sip of his drink.

“I guess what I’m trying to say is, I never properly said thank you for everything you did.”

“You don’t have to thank me.”

“But I do. You might not feel like it, but you did so much and it helped me feel less worried about the situation. And I know I was probably over reacting, she’d just eaten a bit of plastic for God sakes, but you just took it all in your stride.”

“Hey,” he frowns at you, his voice soft as if trying to sooth you. “You weren’t stupid. I was worried too, it was a scary time.”

“And I feel so guilty about that. I haven’t even properly thanked you and I let you do everything for me over that time when you were just as stressed out as me.”

“It’s ok. I wanted to do it.”

You search his face for a lie, but you don’t see any.

“Why?”

The question seems to take him by surprise, and it certainly takes you by surprise. You’re never this forward. But it didn’t make the question any less true. Why was he doing all of this for you? He cared for Basil, but that didn’t need to extend to include you. Even after that kiss you shared in the vets, you had assumed it was a mistake, done under extreme emotional strain, and he’d never spoken about it since because he regrets it.

Pink tints Yoongis cheeks, but he face remains unreadable. You give him time to mull over his reply, but he doesn’t take very long.

“Because I care for you and want to take care of you,” he pauses, but keeps talking when he sees you open your mouth. “I’m not great at showing my emotions. But I like you and seeing you so stressed and worried made me want to do anything to make you feel better.”

Your mind whirls with the new information, suddenly you wish you were a few drinks more sober.

“So the kiss?” Your voice fades out, a question, but not much of a question.

“I’ve wanted to kiss you every day since, but I thought I might have taken advantage of the situation. It was a spur of the moment thing and then when you didn’t mention it,” his words also drift off as he nervously scratches the back of his neck.

You suddenly realise how dumb you both were. Here you were wondering when he was going to bring up the kiss, thinking he regretted doing it because he never did. And there he was waiting for you to bring it up, and thinking he took advantage of you and your emotions, and when you hadn’t mentioned it thought it was because you didn’t want him. You were both idiots.

“And Jimin?”

“Is a meddler,” he says blankly and you almost laugh. “When he first saw you, he told me he could see why I had agreed for you to be my new flat mate. He tried to convince me to talk to you more and get to know you.” You remember the whispering that stopped when you first brought Basil home and wonder if that was this conversation. “And then I actually did get to know you and you were even better than my imagination.”

You shuffle on the floor. Moving an inch or two closer to Yoongi so that the gap is almost closed. His eyes only widen as they watch you, unsure of your next move.

“And what did I do in your imagination?” You whisper.

“Jesus,” Yoongi huffs out, eyes looking all over your face, cheeks tinting pink.

You smile at him before leaning in. You no longer felt nervous or shy. You no longer wanted to wait for Yoongi to make the first move, because really he already had, and you already know how he feels.

Your lips brush across his gently, moulding to his shape. They’re soft and warm, so opposite to his personality, but at the same time they exactly match him. This kiss is so much better than the first, not because it’s more heated, or lasts a lot longer (or involves no tears), but because you are both in it, prepared and wholly there.

He pulls away enough for you to see his gummy smile, his eyes light with glee.

“I guess I made a good decision keeping that cat?” He whispers into your mouth.

You laugh, shaking your head before diving back in for another kiss.