#plus the heat is making me so tired and sleepy

[icewindandboringhorror]

... why he sit like this

[corpsedogs]

✿ warmest of colds (req)

jason todd x f!reader

( ♡ jason lets you bother him since you can’t sleep )

You and Jason had just gotten into bed, the covers were pulled over your chest and the lights were out, the only light visible was the city lights outside and the dim moonlight.

You weren’t sleepy yet for some apparent reason, your sleep schedule kind of got mixed when Jason started coming over more and more. Not that you didn’t mind waking up late, but you tend to get bored when you can’t sleep.

You shifted to face his side, your bed was placed beside the wall and you’ve always wondered why he always stays on that part of the bed. You’ve once tried and claim that spot but he’d always find a way to lay down on his spot.

“You’re always next to the wall whenever you sleep.” you said, you can kind of see his eyes open as they darted towards you. “Yep.” he replied before closing his eyes again.

You placed your hands beneath your cheek, pillowing it to get comfortable. “But, the wall is cold.” Jason crosses his arms, “Well, if I stay on the other side you’re just going to kick and squish me.” you pouted, letting out a scoff.

“I’d never.” You replied as you pretended to be hurt by his words. Jason can’t help but ponder, why does it matter to you what side of the bed he takes?

He then faced towards you, raising his brow “Really now?” he says, “You have more benefits anyway, the other side makes it easier to get out of bed.” well, that was true.

You gave up bothering him as you stared back at the ceiling. Your eyes trailed at the light bulb as you stared at it for a bit, what a nice shade of grey… yeah, this won’t help you sleep at all. You tossed and turned while Jason didn’t seem to budge at all.

You then had an idea and faced him again, “Can I hold your face?” he did not oblige and moved towards you, you then cupped both of his cheeks as he furrows his brows, “Your hands are freezing, how the hell are you this cold?” you only smiled in the dark light, “Maybe I’m a snowman.”

You could feel him scoff at your corny remark, “Give me your hands.” he said. He took your hands between his and began rubbing it. “How are your hands warm?” you asked but Jason only shrugged, “No idea.”

His heat melted in your skin as you relaxed at his touch, you’ve always been aware that his hands were always warm, even at winter. You stayed silent as you watched him do his magic, “Well?” he calls out, snapping you out on your blank stare “I like it, it feels real nice.”

“Then move closer.” Jason wrapped his arm around your body and pulled you close. He noticed the blankets were on the edge of your hips and pulled them back. You sighed as buried your face in his shoulder blade, “You stopped paying attention to my hands.”

“You’ve warmed up, plus I only have two hands.” He said, patting your back. “And I need one to hold you.” You complained again, “But it’s not the same. I want something warm.”

Jason sighs, “Here.” he took your hands and slid them under his shirt, placing your cold hands on his waist. “Ohh, this is better.” you said.

He hummed at you as he continued to hug you, rubbing his warm hands on your back as he felt you relax in his embrace. He planted a kiss on your forehead, “Tired?” he asked. You only hummed, “No, actually.”

Jason yawned, “Are you sure? It’s still late for you, isn’t it?” He buried his face on your neck, his lips grazing your skin gently.

You shook your head, “You messed up my sleep schedule a bit.” you said as you started to yawn as well. “You say so but now your eyes are drooping down, you’re gonna fall asleep any second now.” as he said that your eyes suddenly opened, “I was just resting my eyes.”

“Mm, sure.” he says as he planted a kiss on your chin “Go to sleep.”

Finally giving in, you then closed your eyes and went off to dream land.

🍓 i love making this one, i swear ill write longer fics soon. please reblog or comment it helps a lot.

[star1ight0]

Katsuki Bakugou x Reader "Warm Hands". Period comfort!

I died today exams are coming up and my body decided that I must suffer, endometriosis is no joke. PERIOD COMFORT.

Katsuki was never one for comfort, partly because he never really got it himself so giving it was like standing in cold water. The first time you and Katsuki were together during your period you kept to yourself not wanting to bother him with your mood swings.

He quickly caught on blowing it off as you having an off week. The second time around he was a little more observant noticing how you got more upset over simple work and how you seemed to always have a stomach ache in class.

One Ill fated day you ran out of pads quickly running to Momo giving her a knowing look, she handed you her bag as you ran off. That was only the start of your shitty day. The pills you took to kill your cramps had worn off so now you're suffering in class. Things took a turn for the worse after lunch when whatever the cafeteria food seemed to kill your stomach.

Back in class holding your stomach you left for the bathroom holding your stomach as your lunch betrayed you. After a few minutes of suffering on the bathroom floor, apparently Aizawa felt the need to send Momo to check on you. She helped you up and to recovery girl, not that she could do much but let you rest.

After class Katsuki made his way to the nurses office, seeing you curled in a ball with a bottle of pain killers next to you "The hell happened to you?" He spoke in a rather mean tone but you could still feel the sincerity of his words "Cramps" you said sitting up wrapping your hands around his waist. After a few minutes you grab his hand and get up.

He walks you back to your dorm letting you lean most of your body weight on him most the walk there. Not having any food in your system you felt your body weaken using what little energy you had to lay down. Katsuki watches you curl in a ball a soft yet concerning look still ligers. "I'll make you some soup. Don't die while I'm gone" he says gruffly placing a kiss on your head

When he returns he has a tray with soup, some warm tea and chocolate? You look up at him a bit confused "Why the chocolate?" You say still slightly dazed. "Im not a complete moron.. plus I ran into Momo and she told me" he says the second half is almost incoherent.

You look up at him with a smile holding his rather warm hands to your cold ones. The blissful moment is rudely interrupted by the feeling of a cramp in your lower stomach. Clenching your stomach holding back the tears that had been compiled caused by the many cramps and stress of the day.

A slight groan manages to escape your lips as you feel the side if you bed sink in next to you. Not saying anything you feel your boyfriend pull you towards him. "Where does it hurt" he says avoiding your slightly confused gaze you place his hands on your lower stomach leaning into his touch.

One main up side of Katsuki's quirk was his body radiated more heat then the average person, more so in his hands. "Thank you" you say slowly dozing off.

When you awake you feel your boyfriend's hands still wrapped around you. You walk to the bathroom taking care of yourself. When you come back Katsuki is still asleep so you crawl back on the bed laying in his lap.

The day continues with one similar to the one before.

Sorry this one was a little weird and shorter than I wanted. I'm tired, sick and sleepy but wanted to write this.

Requests are open!

[ddaz3d-and-cc0nfused]

hiii Can you do Sae byeok x fem reader Where she leaves you with a lot of hickey on your neck, chest, back and jaw. And readers brother deok su is not Happy about it. The next morning he goes to wake you up and thinks that Sae byeok went home but then he sees you and Sae byeok cuddleing 😰. Lets say his Day was not going to be Good at All. He also finds you two making out (french kissing😏) and seeing you two hugging with Sae byeoks hands up your shirt or under you pants at the hip. He scolds the both of you but Sae byeok is not going to stop lmao.

THANK YOU SO MUCH AND SORRY IF ITS KINDA LONG DONT MIND THAT BUT HAVE A GOOD DAY OR NIGHT!

fem!plus size reader, wc: 579.

a/n: hihi!! i love clingy sae-byeok so bad you don't understand, but! i left out the kissing part because the fic flowed through me, and there was no space for it, i hope that's okay :] this is equal amount silly as it is fluffy with that 0.00001% bit of smut!!

cw! smutty in the beginning but nothing really happens!

Miniature giggles escape your mouth as you run your fingers through Sae-byeok’s cropped hair.

“Sae!” You giggle at the feeling of her spit soaked lips trailing the sensitive skin of your neck.

You’re not sure how bad the damage is, because she’s been handsy all night; grabbing at the meat of your thigh, or stroking your cushioned jaw. She’s placed a few nibbles here and there, and you’d wince when she’d suck a particularly large bruise on your body.

“That tickles!” Your laugh quickly turns into a moan when she latches onto the skin between your jaw and ear. 

You’re already on your back when the tips of her fingers breach the hem of your shorts, the promise of touching you sending an electric shiver running up your spine. “Sae-byeok…” You whine. 

Just as she’s about to slither her way into your damp panties, you’re interrupted by three sharp pounds delivered to your - locked - bedroom door.

“Hey! Wrap it up in there!” There’s disgust weaved in your older brother’s voice. 

You sigh in frustration, slamming your head down on the pillow gently with a pout. Sae-byeok had already removed herself from your body, her own propped up by balancing the side of her head on her fist.

You nibble on your lip as you look at her. “Stay the night?” You ask hopefully. The corner of her mouth twitches, threatening a smile. “Sure.”

One thing about Deok-su, is that he is not an early riser, and there’s a lot of things that could ruin his morning; an alarm going off outside, a slam of a bowl here, a closing of a fridge there, and yet how come seeing Sae-byeok wrapped around you top everything else?

The both of you are sleepy, and he’s sure he doesn’t wanna know why. The girl is practically pasted to your back, her head buried in your shoulder as one of her hands disappear into the front of your shirt as well as in your pants; the imprint of her arm lazily gripping your hip causing him to scowl.

“I let you live here rent free and this is what you do to me?” Deok-su grumbles in irritation.

Sae-byeok doesn’t even bother to respond, but you tear your bleary eyes away from the slow cooking pancake in front of you. 

“I’m making pancakes. Does that help?” You yawned, and as he went to respond, he notices the pattern of purples and reds littering your neck. “Fucking hell!” He swears. “No. It doesn’t.”

“You’re always complaining about something.” Comes from a tired Sae-byeok. 

Deok-su’s glare finds her, and you’re sure she can feel the sheer heat of it, but she just simply doesn’t care. “You shouldn’t even be here. I thought you went home.” He bites back.

“You already know she was going to ask me to stay over. Don’t act naive.” She continues to chide. The vein in Deok-su’s forehead threatens to burst, but you break it up before it happens.

“Listen, she’ll leave after breakfast, because she has to see her brother, anyway.” You interrupt, “And quite frankly, it’s too early for this. So, you get your pancake and go that way, and Sae and I will take ours back to my room, deal?”

He seemed to be at war for himself before sighing. Loudly. Storming over to the coffee pot and dramatically making a show of pouring it into a mug.

“I never want to see this shit again.” “Yeah, yeah, go.”

[sturnwh0re]

— blurb of soft!matt and tired!reader —

You and your boyfriend, Matt, were sitting on the couch with his brothers. Matt for some reason at this time at night was very talkative when you were barely even able to keep your eyes open. Your head kept falling down and your lids would start to close but your head would suddenly fly back up again; snapping back into reality it felt like.

You had did it for a third time and swung your head back up again before Matt looked over and chuckled.

“Look at mrs. can’t-keep-her-eyes-open.”

He glanced back over at his brothers giggling before looking back at you again. He patted your thigh and he could very obviously tell you were basically half asleep just zoning in and out of sleep. Nick and Chris continued their useless argument about if “soup in a bread bowl” is soup or a sandwich.

“You tired? Should I even be asking?”

Matt chuckled again. He looked at you almost in awe, just sitting there and admiring his sleepy girlfriend. It was a few seconds before ur tired brain really processed what he said, delaying your answer.

“huh? Oh- kinda. Are you?”

The only reason you were really staying up is because you didn’t really wanna nag your boyfriend about going to sleep. Expecially during his heated yet entertaining conversation with his two brothers. He tilted his head side to side and glanced away

“kinda I guess, if you wanna sleep we can go. Plus I should start working on my fucked sleeping schedule.”

Matt had that understanding look and slight smile on his face that suddenly reflected back onto yours, that pulled you both in a full blown affectionate smile. He didn’t even let you answer before getting up from the couch. He stretched his arms above his head and groaned, making his way towards Nick and Chris.

“Me and mrs. Can’t-keep-her-eyes-open are prolly gonna go hit the hay.”

His two brothers looked over stopping their conversation. As you got up from the couch slowly they exchanged “I love you”s and hand shakes. After he was done saying goodnight to Nick and Chris he walked over to you and wrapped and arm around your shoulder.

“Let’s go.”

He smiled. His arm fell from your shoulders to your back; he rubbed it the whole walk from the living room to his bedroom. When you guys made it to his room his hand slipped even farther down, now clutching your waist. He didn’t bother turning on the light since it wasn’t that dark in there anyways, and he didn’t wanna “break your tired” atleast that’s what he called it. He turned his head to look at you, looking at ur sleepy face for a second before leaning in and leaving a peck on ur rosy cheek.

“go lay down babe, I’m gonna go grab my phone.”

Matt said before patting your behind. He exchanged that dorky smile again before walking out. You chuckled to yourself hearing his loud feet against the wooden boards, that kid couldn’t walk quiet to save his life. You waited a minute for him to get back and when he walked in, you seen he also had your phone along with his.

“I forgot my phone too? Shit.”

“Yeah, I honestly didn’t think you’d remember it anyways. sleepy head.”

Matt started to mimic ur big yawning before letting out a cackle and throwing your phone on the bed with you; him of course being careful and making sure it wouldn’t hit you.

“Seriously, Matt?”

You let out. You grabbed ur phone that’s fall was protected by the thick black duvet. Matt chuckled and walked over to his side of the bed, rolling his eyes playfully seeing ur irritated expression.

“Just joking around with you sweetheart.”

he left another peck on your cheek and on the side of your lip. You couldn’t hold back a smile after that affectionate turn, so instead of giving in you turned your head to avoid him seeing you smile. He was still leaned in close to your face, and still was able to see your flustered reaction to his love.

“I can see you fucking smiling dork.”

Matt cackled again. He grabbed your chin and made you face him; he used his thumb to gently caress your chin. It was obvious he was staring at your lips and he would occasionally glance up at your eyes. This moment of silence felt like forever, but not like you ever wanted it to end. Matt had broken the silence

“theres my beautiful girl.”

He said leaning in and properly giving ur soft, pink, lips the kiss they needed.

AN: I’m still taking requests! I take smut, fluff, & angst. If it’s weird I’m prolly just gonna ignore it though babes.

[notjustjavierpena]

4AM (Drabble)

Series Masterpost | Main Masterpost | Support a disabled creator

A/N: A little peek into Hubby’s mind. I’m working on a longer piece but here’s a taste for the starving.

Summary: Javier reflects on fatherhood while comforting his son.

Pairing: Javier Peña x f!reader (no y/n)

Tags: Domestic, Javier loves his family, Javi POV, life with a tiny baby!!

Word count: 1.5k

4AM

It’s like clockwork when Lucas’ cries start echoing through the hallway in the early hours. Four in the morning and no sooner or later. You could set an alarm to wake you up at this point but each time there’s the slightest hope that it’s going to be at five the next time. 

You wake first. A moment later, you hear Javier wake up beside you with a sharp intake of air. He rubs his eyes with his thumb and index finger, “Whose turn is it?”

“It’s four a.m. He’s probably hungry,” you say with a groan and try desperately not to let your eyes close for too long, “Jesus, I’m tired.”

Lucas sounds desperate with how he sobs, hiccupping unhappily at not feeling either of you close yet. You feel bad for not having left your bed already, reaching for the covers to throw them to the side. Javier looks like he is just about to turn onto his other side but he sits up instead, “Let me. You just go back to sleep, baby. I’ll heat a bottle or bring him here if he’s hungry.”

He swings his legs out over the side of the bed, his movements slow with the kind of sleepiness that only comes from not waking up by oneself but rather being woken up by something or someone. 

“Javi,” you try to protest. 

“I mean it. Go back to sleep,” he stands up with a small noise, shuffling out of the room and down the hallway to avoid more protests from you. He works so much and you stay here with his infant son all day; it’s the least he can do. Plus, he wants to get all the quality time with his baby boy that he can, even when he’s miserable from sleep deprivation.

He stops and takes a deep breath right before pushing the door to Lucas’ nursery fully open. There’s a soft glow from the night light by the bed, a lamp shaped like a half-moon that shines a golden yellow over the crib to soothe. 

“Hola, mi amor (hello, my love),” he says when he leans over the side of the crib to look down at his wailing son. Lucas’ hair is dark and tousled much like his own, his eyes are big and brown but right now, his face is also tear-streaked and red from exhaustion to the point where it tugs at Javier’s heartstrings. He shushes gently as he scoops his infant into his hands with practiced ease, holding underneath his arms and supporting his head with his fingers. He bounces gently when he has Lucas cradled against his bare chest. In his head, Javier goes through his usual checklist to make the crying stop but he finds that his son is neither hungry, gassy, or in need of a diaper change. He tuts softly and paces the room to make him settle. 

“Did you have a nightmare?” He asks when the wails subside and turn into soft whimpering instead. The tiny hands on his chest curl up and as the sobbing stops, Lucas seems to find comfort in the familiar scent and warmth of his father. Javier kisses the top of his head, speaking gently while still bouncing carefully, “Don’t worry, I get those too sometimes but your mamá is right there with me when I do just like I am here with you. You’re always safe with us.”

Javier is floored each time he manages to soothe his baby boy. It’s a reminder that he is doing a great job despite all the doubts he had during your pregnancy, the introspection, and the constant fear that your softness hadn’t changed him enough after Colombia to be a good father. 

It seems so long ago since he was living an adrenaline-fuelled and cruel life miles away from the quiet suburban life he now leads in Texas. Sometimes, he even feels like everything that happened in Colombia are experiences that belong to a whole different person. This is even if there are still nights when he wakes up in a cold sweat, his whole body aching, feeling claustrophobic, and his poor old heart racing with memories of the things he's seen and done.

The hope of everything that he has with you had always existed beneath the layer of women and booze but Lucas is the true reason for letting go of his past. He doesn’t think he has ever felt so much fulfillment in anything until he held the tiny little boy against his chest for the first time and a nurse told him that he was a natural. He sobbed when you had gone to sleep, leaving him alone with your shared creation and he just couldn’t take his eyes off him. He doesn’t think he ever thought that his heart was capable of feeling so much unconditional love for anything. He still marvels at how his chest aches every time he looks into his son’s eyes.

Lucas has drifted off to sleep in his arms by now, breaths having slowed down and eyes having fluttered closed. Javier paces around the room for a few more minutes just to make sure, and then he walks back to the bassinet and gently lays the baby down on his back. 

However, as soon as Lucas loses the warmth of his father’s embrace, his eyes shoot open and the crying restarts. He writhes and hiccups and kicks the blanket off. 

Javier sighs softly but there’s a smile on his face as he does it. He picks him up once again and the routine starts over, “So that’s what you needed, huh? No llores. Estoy aquí. No voy a ningún lado (Don’t cry. I’m here. I’m not going anywhere)."

He is so tired as he promises this, eyelids burning from exhaustion when knows he doesn’t have to be up for another three hours and they could be spent on sleeping. It doesn’t reflect what he wants though because sleep is nothing compared to hearing those cries ebb out until they stop altogether. He feels triumphant each time. 

He walks to the corner of the room where an old and slightly weathered rocking chair stands. It used to be in his father’s home, more specifically on the back porch, but he received it as a gift after his pop found out he was going to be a grandfather. 

He slowly lowers himself into it. The gentle motion back and forth has Lucas falling asleep once again. Javier can feel his chest rise and fall in time with his son’s and it’s so soothing that he allows himself to relax. He closes his eyes, becomes aware of their synchronized heartbeats, and then passes out with the little bundle on top of him. 

In your bedroom, you wake up an hour later to pee only to find that Javier still hasn’t returned after getting up. You concentrate on listening for your baby’s cries but there is nothing to be heard. After going to the bathroom, your feet take you down the hall and into the nursery just in case Javier needs you to take over rocking your son for a while. 

You find them both fast asleep and it is a relief that there’s no distress after all. It makes you smile to see them like this, looking so alike despite the age difference between them. Tiptoeing across the floor to gently place a hand on Javier’s shoulder, you wake up your husband with the intention of not disturbing your son. He stirs at your touch and looks up at you with tired but content eyes. 

“Looks like you both fell asleep,” you whisper to him gently. Absent-mindedly, you stroke your hand up and down Lucas’ back. 

“I didn’t mean to,” Javier blinks sleepily, reaching up with one hand to rub his eye, “Seems like he didn’t need anything.” 

“Are you kidding me? That’s not true,” you cut him off with a shake of your head and a soft laugh, “He needed you.”

There’s a pause. Javier almost looks like he might drift off again. You carefully lift Lucas from his arms, “Let’s get you back to bed. Both of you.”

You lay Lucas back in his bassinet, rubbing his belly with the palm of your hand before tucking the blankets around him snugly. He stirs but only briefly and then settles back into a peaceful slumber, his tiny fingers curling around the edge of his covers.

Behind you, Javier has gotten up from his seat. You turn to him and wrap your arms around him, holding him close as you both stand there in the soft glow of the nursery. It goes on for a minute or so, none of you saying anything. 

Together, you quietly leave the room. In bed, Javier holds you protectively in his embrace during the last few hours he has with you. He leans to kiss your lips tenderly, “Te quiero tanto, baby (I love you so much, baby).”

“Y yo a ti (I love you too),” you reply and earn him squeezing you even tighter, “Para siempre (forever).”

Being a first-time parent is hard, you know this, but it’s not as hard when four a.m. I love yous are involved.

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[vermilionsun]

Since we’re doing part twos👀 Could you write more nsfw hcs for leander and ais? <3

Yes I can Yes I will Yes I did 💃

Ais

Aka choose one hair colour challenge failed

✩ Topping from the bottom

Self-explanatory. “Gives it almost as well as he takes it,” but he’s in charge babe, you stand no chance. He’ll treat you good though, don’t worry—

✩ Facefucking

YOUR FACE OR HIS, he doesn’t really mind. He knows to appreciate a good blowjob and loves having his mouth stuffed full of you. Man doesn’t ask for much. Plus he thinks it hot watching you manhandle him.

✩ 69

I see this man having an oral fixation—I can’t explain it. Sit on his face and suck him. As tiring as it is rewarding.

✩ M I R R O R S

He’ll be sitting on the edge of the bed, you on his lap, your back facing him. His veiny hands keep your thighs open as he makes you watch yourself bounce on him in the mirror and struggle to keep your balance and pace. Delicious.

✩ Pillow Prince(ss)

Let him treat you, okay?

✩ Comfort Sex

hEAR ME OUT WAIT— This man will never fuck you while he’s angry. That goes against a couple hundred of his moral codes, plus he would never want to hurt you. But, after some time, if things are getting heated, he will be slow, sensual, careful. He’ll apologise if he’s at fault. He’ll hold your hand and leave soft murmurs on the crook of your neck, kiss away any tears that might leave your eyes. Same goes if he knows you had had a rough day, accompanied by enough praises to make you see stars.

✩ S H O W E R

✩ Seasping

ON THAT NOTE— If he’s lying inside the waters of the Seaspring, presumably looking at the wall, and you climb in alongside him, well… He won’t bother to hide the gigantic smirk on his face that rivals the size of his boobs as he pulls you on his lap. It also serves as an amazing opportunity for a not-so-subtle fuck you to to Ocudeus.

✩ Exhibitionism–ish

He’d fuck you happily infront of a crowd to prove a point (with your consent of course). He’d take any chance thrown his way to brag about how amazing his partner is.

✩ Remote Control Vibrators

There has to be an alternative to that in the Touchstarved universe, right? Oh, that bastard’s smirk when he suddenly presses it to the highest setting from across the room while you’re in the middle of a conversation.

✩ Against the Table

✩ Spontaneous Sex

He’s definitely the type to randomly return home/come find you “because he’s horny.”

✩ Caught

He won’t stop his actions, just look at the person who walked in on you with a “what do you want?” look. Could easily pick up a conversation while fucking his partner’s brains out, 100%

✩ Up Skirt/Panties to the side

✩ Car

RIP Ais, you’d love late night car rides and car sex afterwards.

Leander

Aka the Nile is a river in Egypt

🗡  Nipple Play

This man’s tits are MASSIVE. Treat them well. Suck on them, twist and pull on them, make him cry.

🗡  Masochism

Self-explanatory.

🗡  Anal Toys

Previously mentioned he’s an ass guy, so make everyone a favour and ruin his ass (literally). B̶e̶a̶d̶s̶ w̶i̶l̶l̶ d̶o̶ t̶h̶e̶ j̶o̶b̶ j̶u̶s̶t̶ f̶i̶n̶e̶

🗡  RIDE HIM &

🗡  PULL HIS HAIR

Sit on his lap, pull his hair and force him to look at you while you ride his soul out of his dick. He’ll thank you once he’ll be able to speak again—give him a couple w̶e̶e̶k̶s̶ days though.

🗡  Magic

Of course, I will elaborate. If he can make flowers of light out of thin air, he most definitely can use his magic for other things, even to a small degree. A restraint, a shock of pleasure, and he most definitely will comply if asked (̶s̶h̶o̶w̶-̶o̶f̶f̶)̶.

🗡  Sleepy

Wake him up with a blowjob once, and you’ll have to continue that routine for the rest of both your lives. He’ll be completely bewitched, still groggy as me moans lowly and oh damn that deep morning voice…

🗡  Gag

It’s both hilarious and incredibly turning on. Try that with your panties, and the man has already cummed.

🗡  Lingerie

Talking about panties… The moment he lays his eyes on you and your fancy little outfit, he swallows dryly. His eyes go dark, and he has to reposition himself because he’s so hard. You’d expect him to rip them off of you immediately, but instead, he guides you to stand in front of his spread–out legs, his hands slowly trailing up your thighs to your ass and waist, feeling the way your skin transitions to the material, his chin resting against your stomach as you pet his hair.

“May I?”

“May you, what?”

“May I take these off?” He tugs at the fabric to make his point. “Please?”

M̶o̶n̶t̶h̶s̶ u̶n̶t̶i̶l̶ y̶o̶u̶ w̶a̶l̶k̶ n̶o̶r̶m̶a̶l̶l̶y̶ a̶g̶a̶i̶n̶.

🗡  Cumming Untouched

Too easy to achieve with this man.

🗡  Under the desk

The bar, specifically. It’s beyond amusing watching him try to keep his composure in front of the patrons while you’re sucking him off so beautifully.

🗡  G̶l̶o̶r̶y̶ H̶o̶l̶e̶

He̶ w̶o̶u̶l̶d̶, o̶k̶a̶y̶?̶!̶ D̶o̶n̶'t̶ c̶o̶m̶e̶ a̶t̶ m̶e̶

🗡  Candle/Wax Play

He had set them up to make a “romantic atmosphere” but the second your eyes darted to the candle closest to you while you were on top of him… yeah, he might have slightly regretted his decision (s̶p̶o̶i̶l̶e̶r̶s̶:̶ h̶e̶ d̶i̶d̶n̶'t̶ a̶c̶t̶u̶a̶l̶l̶y̶ a̶n̶d̶ y̶o̶u̶ d̶i̶d̶ i̶t̶ a̶g̶a̶i̶n̶).

🗡  Public Humiliation

It’s literally canon.

🗡  Caught Masturbating

“Come on darling, won’t you help me a little?”

[coffeekittycatt]

Just A Taste (Sylus Fanfic)

(Part 1. This is my first piece of fanfic. Be patient with me pls 🙂‍↕️)

Mature (18+) (eh it’s not too bad.. yet lol)

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MC point of view:

7pm on the dot. Man I am so tired.. I think to myself while brushing my teeth. I dry my mouth and look forward. Slightly reddish pink eyes stare back at me. This had been my third day in a row working a 12 hour shift. I make my way out the bathroom and plop onto my soft, queen sized bed. Ahh.. finally! This might be the earliest bedtime for me in a while.

I lie my head down and before I know it.. I am out. No sleepy bear tea needed. Perfect slumber.

*Phone Rings* My eyes flick open. My phone.. I squint in pain of being awoken so suddenly and see my screen lit up with the name "Sylus". Oh god. What does he want? What time is it even? I reluctantly pick up the device and press accept.

"Hello? Can I help you?"

S: "Excuse me? I am at your door. Care to let me in, sweetie?"

"Sylus, why are you at my door? Is it not the middle of the night?"

S: "It's 9pm. Is my little kitten losing track of time?"

"First off, I am not your "kitten." Second, I was taking a nap so I only have half a brain cell working at the moment. But besides that, you still haven't answered my question."

S: "You told me I could drop off Mephisto so you could take care of him while I am gone on my business trip next week. This is usually the time I am up so I didn't see a problem. "

Ah shit, I forgot I promised him.. The one thing I actually said I would do for this obnoxious man.

"Right. Okay Sylus, I will be right there."

I roll my eyes. It's not that I hate Sylus or anything.. I just am wary towards him. He is cocky, a smartass, and to be frank.. I just don't know him well enough. I will say, he is very handsome. But that means nothing to me if he can't be trusted. I am just doing him this solid because, well.. I love Mephisto! I am an animal lover. Plus, if I can get Sylus to trust me, I can get some useful information regarding Onychinus.

I quickly switch from my oversized tee and shorts to a cute lounge set. A light lavender color sits pretty and hugs my body. The material is soft and thin. I spray some vanilla scented perfume on my neck and glide my favorite lip oil on. Why am I getting all dolled up?

I pause to ponder about the sudden question. Well.. why was I? Why should I care about what he thinks? Sure, he is attractive but.. Ugh. Need to hurry. No time for thinking. I shake my head and make my way to the entrance.

A pair of crimson eyes meet mine as I open my apartment door. "Well hello", he says softly. I slightly tense up as I see his eyes wander downwards, reading my body. I smile inside, feeling a small victory. Okay, maybe I secretly desired his eyes on me, at least to admire my outfit. I try to be collected with my exterior. A moment passes and I decide he has stared long enough. "Coming inside, or did you come just to admire the doorway?" I ask teasingly. He scoffs playfully and walks inside my apartment.

My living room was small but cozy. The couch was big enough for me to sleep on and lounge around on days where I couldn't be bothered to do anything else. I had plenty of throw blankets ready and dim lights that gave the room a warm glow. Sylus sets Mephisto’s cage on the coffee table gently. I find a fall-scented candle I want to use and I grab my trusty lighter. As I get ready to light the flame, I see Sylus taking his leather jacket off. I steal a quick peek at his arms. He was a big guy. Standing at 6'2, his presence alone towered me. His arms.. My oh my. Toned.. Strong. His hands smooth and well kept, but durable. He can probably lift me onto his shoulders with no prob- "(y/n)?", Sylus suddenly says, breaking the glorious trance my mind had engulfed itself onto his body. "(y/n) are you going to light that candle? Or am I distracting you?" He asks with a smirk. I feel my cheeks warm up, and a ping of annoyance heats me. Why did I let myself get caught gawking? Shaking off my embarrassment, I light the candle and meet Sylus at the couch. "Would you like anything to drink? Water? Tea?", I ask. I am a nice host after all, even to annoyingly hot men. "How nice of you to offer sweetie, but no thanks." He says. I nod in response and have a seat alongside him, keeping quite a bit of space between us.

Sylus sits back on the couch. Confident and relaxed. He is wearing a somewhat loose. white button up shirt. A closer look reveals expensive, soft fabric that must’ve been handmade. His wardrobe cannot be cheap. A mist of clean smelling soap pings my nose. Wow, he smells amazing. I suddenly feel my stomach turn in a way that makes my skin feel flushed. Does he know how deadly handsome he is? I notice his hair is quite messy as well, not in the usual parted and neatly styled way, but his bangs laid tousled on his forehead instead. He must’ve showered right before coming.

Interesting.

"So.. Mephisto. How long will I be watching after him?" I ask as I peek down at the medium-sized metal cage Mephisto sits peacefully in. His eyes are closed and he seems to be sleepy. How cute!

S: "Not too long. I will be away for about 4 days on my trip so it shouldn't be too bad. He is not a high maintenance crow by any means. I brought his special food and the serving instructions are labeled on the back. "

"Great! Should be no issue then."

The room falls quiet for a moment. Sylus looks down, almost seems to be lost in thought for a second.

My face changes to a somewhat confused look. Why is he so lost in thought?

"Well.. if that's all you need from me.." I say, trying to close this awkward gap in our conversation.

Sylus looks up at me for a few seconds without saying anything.

"What? Something on my face?" I ask somewhat nervously.

S: "You are quite beautiful."

"I-"

My face feels flushed. Oh no. Did he actually just say that? What is he playing at? I am so confused.

S: "Aw, am I making you blush? Kitten, do you enjoy receiving compliments?"

I don't know whether to feel turned on or offended. Maybe both. Who does this guy think he is? He is rude one day.. obnoxious another.. now he is calling me beautiful? And calling me kitten?

" Why do you call me that?" I say, taking a sip of water. Praying my face will stop flashing red.

Sylus slightly changes his seating position, his legs spread out as he sits back further on his side of the couch. "Would like a different name?”, he questions with a hint of amusement displayed on his face.

"Like what? Is my first name not enough?"

S: "I prefer names that describe exactly what you are."

"And what am I?" I ask boldly.

Sylus chuckles at my snappy attitude. "A feisty kitten who tries to deny her feelings for me,” he replies.

I laugh in surprise and am somewhat shocked at how ridiculous this conversation has turned.

"W-What? What makes you come to that conclusion? " I ask while closing my eyes. My cheeks aren’t calming down, and I am getting annoyed at how this man is triggering me so easily.

S: "I see the way you look at me, dollface. The way you sneak peeks at me when you think I don't notice. How your thighs rub together when I inch near you on this couch." He smirks.

I stay quiet. He’s right. And I hate him for that. My body instinctively wants him. I feel a warm ping of adrenaline in my core and down lower, a wetness makes its presence known.

"So?" I state quietly, gazing at him with an unsureness.

He inched closer to me and slowly rose his hand to my cheek. I gasped, my body paralyzed by nerves and butterflies making laps in my tummy. We locked eyes and for a second, I thought, I would do anything for this man. Why, why, why? I shouldn't feel this way. Is he just that physically attractive? Am I just really horny? I didn't have time to contemplate. Sylus was already inches near my face.

S: "Say you don't want this."

From here, I can feel his minty breath against my face. Ugh he smelled delicious. Sweet, expensive cologne radiating off his clothes and into the air. My lower lady parts pinged with heat and throbbed in desire. Just his presence alone turned me on.. But he could never know that. This is wrong.

"I-I don't want this…" I say while looking down.

S: "Liar." His gentle hand on my right cheek turned into a cuff, holding against my chin. He made my head look up at him. My eyes widen a bit at the sudden boldness of his touch.

S: "Now kitten, you can sit here and try to play with me.. but I don't buy it."

I look away. He is right. I am lying. But is this a good idea? I don't even know this man's intentions. Can I trust him? All I know is my body yearns for him.

S: "Look at you.. blushing. Like a little schoolgirl. Not so great at playing poker face, kitten." He smirks and lets my face go.

He quickly leans in closer and is now centimeters from my face. He looks into my eyes and traces down to my lips.

S: "Just a taste? Don't make me beg now, sweetie."

I lose my breath at his demanding comment and notice my underwear is soaked. His voice.. his eyes. At this point.. I can't fight the urge anymore.

I give a bashful nod and bite my lower lip.

Sylus leans in and his mouth meets mine. His lips were like honey, making me sugar wasted. Sweet and surprisingly gentle kisses from a bold and confident man. It was almost like he was teasing me, only giving me 50% of his energy. Each kiss was a half-written love letter crafted just for me and left me wanting my complete ending. He gently tugged at my lip with his teeth and his long tongue danced with mine, giving me just enough to keep me drunk. He held my warm face and the back of head, taking control but never overwhelming me. I wanted more. This felt too good.

I quietly moaned in his mouth, hoping he would get the hint to take things further. He grazed my hair with his right hand and gathered some in his palm. He pulled the bit that he had gently, making me gasp and our lips broke free. The slight tug felt so good. Any bit of touch from him was making me melt.

S: "Not so fast kitten, I only said a taste."

"Why?" I ask, demanding to know.

He smirks and satisfaction radiates across his face. "Ah, my naughty kitten likes what she tastes. How cute. Unfortunately, I don't go any further than that. Unless we are dating."

I am puzzled by his comment. Is he asking me out right now? He is kind of putting me on the spot. Am I assuming correctly?

"Is this your unique way of asking me on a date?" I questioned, afraid of his answer. Part of me hopes he will randomly say he does in fact want me. My mind is no longer rational.

S: "And if it is? What is your answer, sweetie? Yes? No? Maybe so?"

-Part 2 to be continued-

[nix-writes-mcyt]

Saw Skizz on your list of people you write for while going through your request info again so I just had to request something!!

I just know being held in his big beefy arms is like heaven on earth! So maybe some sweet cuddling in bed on a nice warm day?

Love your writing so so so much!! -XB anon ❤️

I love me some beefy arms, just ask my fiancé haha (no but really I will swoon). I've mentioned this in a previous post but this is actually very much influenced by my relationship with my fiancé who is on his last night shift of the week when this is posted. It's a hard time for us both but it's worth it when he gets home. All this to say, if you want to write one of the biggest tips I'd give is to draw from real emotions and experiences. It really helps to give a subtle bit of depth which gives your readers an easier time feeling that emotion themselves!

Working Late

Drabble Contains: Fluff -------------------

This evening has been hard, you knew it was coming but it has still been hard.

Skizz had told you he really wanted to finish his shop and would do so by any means necessary, the problem was that that meant you'd had to spend the evening alone, which was fine. You'd sorted a few bits out around the house, walked the dogs, made sure that everything was in order for the morning. It was all fine.. except for one problem.

The one problem came when it was time for bed, which was that you'd have to go to bed. Alone. You'd hoped you could stay awake until Skizz got home, but that wasn't the case.

Once midnight had hit you were falling asleep on the sofa, which the dogs seemed more annoyed at than you. They liked that spot.

So, begrudgingly, you'd made your way to the bathroom, washed your face, brushed your teeth, and gone to bed.

You'd had a miserable time falling asleep. It was too cold and too quiet without him there. You tried to read, but your eyes couldn't focus on the words. You tried to listen to music, but it just wasn't the vibe. So you'd given up and laid there until you'd eventually fallen asleep.

Until a few moments ago, when you woke up. The room is still as dark as can be, you're still exhausted. Groggily, you reach over to the side table and tap the button on the clock. 3.37am. It's been an hour, maybe a bit more. You're unsure what time your really managed to get to sleep.

It's still cold, you're still alone. Your heart sinks. He probably won't be back tonight. So you pull the duvet closer, attempting to fall back into your slumber.

You can hear your own breaths, the sound of your heart beating. It's just not the same without him here. It's not as easy, doesn't feel as safe.

Yet, slowly your body begins to relax, darkness taking back over. You barely register the sound of the door, the shuffling, or at least you're too far into sleep to be able to react.

A familiar weight moves the mattress, duvet going with it as he takes his usual spot. You make some sort of grumbling noise at being disturbed, but a sigh escapes you as he gets close.

One arm drapes itself over you, then pulls you in. One strong, familiar arm. His voice is sleepy too, muttering "don't you grumble at me it's time for cuddles."

You feel yourself smile, possibly only internally, although it's too dark to know. Not that you could see your face without a mirror anyway.

You shuffle to get more comfy pressed up against him, warming up quickly. Then you shuffle again to stuff some blanket between the two of you to stop the heat. "Just that hot am I?" He giggles, clearly about to drift off. Somehow you find it in you to respond, "don't need heating when I have you." He lets out an amused huff, but like you is too tired to say any more.

The silence is filled with the soft sound of his breathing, plus your cozy and warm now. That's not even to mention how safe you feel being in his arms again, those wonderful arms that are so strong holding you so carefully against him.

With what you're sure is a soft sigh you're able to comfortably drift into a peaceful slumber, dreaming only of Skizz, how much you love him, and the wonderful arms that leave you feeling so safe and secure (and flustered, but it's a calm, peaceful sleep. Sue me.)

[etoiile]

"BE BRAVE"

starring chigiri hyoma!

synopsis: after being your roommate for a little over half a year, chigiri can say without a doubt that he's never met someone like you. you're sweet, funny, and just a great friend. but what happens when he wants to be more than that?

warning(s): not proofread but im p sure i didnt grammar correctly, mild swearing, gender neutral reader

notes: i want him your honor

"im back.." you mumbled, kicking off your shoes and practically throwing yourself onto the couch.

"well, dont you sound energetic." he joked as he turned off his phone and sat down next to you. "rough day?"

"ugh you cant even begin to imagine." you grumbled. "shit day. start talking. distract me."

"hmm..." he thought. "my day was pretty uneventful. i got let out early and just caught up on some stuff."

"who were you texting earlier? got any tea?" you questioned sleepily with a yawn. gossip sessions with chigiri were your absolute favorite. whenever he texted someone, there was usually some sort of news. plus, he gossiped like a girl and you were here for it. (sorry but chi is just so freaking canonically girlypop)

"nah. i wish, though. just talking to my older sister about some... stuff." he trailed off, racking his brain for a new subject.

"you hungry?" he asked, motioning towards the kitchen.

"yeah. will you carry me?" you asked tiredly, giving him your best puppy dog eyes. you were too tired to move on your own.

chigiri rolled his eyes at you, but still let you climb onto his back regardless.

as he carried you to the kitchen, he couldn't help the way his heart would leap out of his chest every time you left out a sleepy groan or would shift a little in his hold before nuzzling into his back. he couldn't help but imagine being here with you, in this apartment, though not as roommates or even friends, but lovers. he couldn't help how he could never be mad at you, despite what he'd say. he couldn't help how every time you did literally anything, he could feel himself falling deeper in love with you.

"well, think about it this way, chi." his sister had texted. "you've got two choices before you. confess or dont. correct?"

"yeah"

"WRONG. there's only one choice. by doing nothing, youre doing nothing but self torture. you'll always be thinking about how much you want to hold her but cant, and you'll have to watch her go on dates and even get ready for them. obvi, thats no fun. imo, just go for it, honestly. gotta be brave, yk?"

at the time, chigiri said something along the lines of, "maybe i will, maybe i wont. we'll see." before turning off his phone to greet you.

now, as he thinks about his feelings, he's never been more sure. he's never felt this way about anybody else before. its not like his past relationship where it was thrilling and exciting but exhausting. the way he feels with you is different. you feel safe. warm. comforting. you feel like a warm, sunny breeze after a cold rain. you feel like home. you feel like warmth. you feel like love.

he gently set you down at the kitchen counter before heading to the fridge.

"we dont have much food because SOMEBODY forgot to buy groceries." he teased. "we have fruit, eggs, bread, tobiko roe, rice, and instant ramen."

"yeah, yeah. anyways.." you then started batting your lashes at him like a maniac. "would you mind making me some ramen, my dear, sweet chichi?"

chigiri's heart leapt at the use of the word "my." he could feel his cheeks start to heat up and he quickly turned around.

"yeah, yeah, as you command." he rolled his eyes (for the 349348th time) and got to work.

"dont forget the eggs!"

"just be brave," his sister had said.

pfft. "just be brave?" give him a break! it just wasn't that simple. he couldn't risk the friendship most beloved to him. he just couldn't!

he watched as the seasoning gently bubbled with the noodles as he gently stirred the pot with a pair of wooden chopsticks, humming along to a tune he'd heard on your playlist absentmindedly.

"CHIGIRI?!" you suddenly yelped, clearly taken aback.

"what? is something wrong?" he asked calmly but concerned, praying that you weren't hurt as he set down the chopsticks and ran to you.

his cheeks were met by your palms as you squished his face together. "you're humming "cruel summer" by taylor swift! ive done it! youre a swiftie!" you let go as you squealed and leaped for joy, jumping about.

"chigiri's a swiftie! chichi is a swiftie!"

he chuckled as he watched your antics when suddenly, you crashed into him as you jumped.

you looked up from his chest and were met with his gorgeous pink orbs. it stunned you for a moment. they were so captivating, like they were gently chorusing a beautiful melody. you felt yourself sinking into them when suddenly, you realized the position you were in.

there was maybe an inch or two separating your lips from his. flustered, you quickly drew back, though you didnt exactly want to.

"sorry! um, my bad. i was just thinking! about how your eyes? uh... about how taylor swift has... uh... actually, what am i saying I WAS ACTUALLY-" you stammered as you tried to find an excuse for lingering much too long in his arms. staring into his beautiful eyes. on his chest. his muscular, toned, delicious... STOP.

suddenly, chigiri felt something. it wasn't embarrassment, it wasn't anxiety, it was... bravery.

gently gliding over to your flustered and still stammering figure, chigiri took your hands and looked you in the eye, freezing you.

"y/n, youre my one of my best friends." he said, his melodic voice gently wafting through the air. he then gently leaned down to your ear and in a low whisper, said:

"the thing is though, i dont want you like a best friend."

you were left frozen.

"a lyric from "dress." not bad, am i right?" he asked with a sly grin.

as the great taylor swift said, (in "its time to go") when the words of a sister come back in whisper, he realized that his sister was, as much as he hated to admit it, right. all he needed was to be brave.

𝐄𝐓𝐎𝐈𝐈𝐋𝐄 ©��𝟎𝟐𝟑 please do not copy or repost my work on any other site. interactions appreciated! 🤍

[dendro-bunny]

My Only Star

Xavier x (fem) Reader

Genre: Hurt to comfort, fluffy but angsty

Synopsis: He’s an attractive guy, so it’s only natural that he would get a lot of attention. You know he prefers to be incognito, yet that voice in your head is loud and can’t be ignored.

Warnings: Anxiety, body dysmorphia, Jealousy, Depressive thoughts, FLUFFY ENDING I PROMISE

(A/n): hhhhh my bias wrecker. ISTG THAT BUNNY MEMORY HAD ME SQUEALINGDNKAVDKSBD, Also I saw someone say that my last fic made them feel beautiful. YOU ALL ARE BEAUTIFUL AND I LOVE YOU AND I FEEL LIKE IM WORTH SOMETHING CAUSE YOU READ AND LIKE MY FICS JDHAHAJVDJA. Anyway TO THE FIC!

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The sound of your shoes hitting the ground is muffled by the harsh rain. Your pace isn’t slow, but you can’t find the strength to run. The rain doesn’t bother you. It hides the constant flow of tears going down your face.

You know you shouldn’t feel like this. You know it’s stupid. You know he thinks you’re stupid for acting like this. Yet every bone in your body aches with sadness. Because it’s not fair. It’s not right. You were standing right there and it still happened again.

You look across the table at your wonderful hunting partner and boyfriend. You see he begins to doze off again.

“Sorry babe am I boring you?” You give him a cheeky smile. Xavier jolts awake and gives a tired smile.

“It’s not you. I was up late for a job and hadn’t had much sleep. Not to mention rain always makes me sleepy.” He gives a big yawn and rubs his eyes. He picks you hand up and gives it a soft kiss. You feel you face start to heat up.

“Just know, you could never bore me. I sleep easier at your side not because you’re boring but because yours soothing. And I-” He’s interrupted by the waitress coming over with a drink in her hand, menus in the other.

“Hi sorry for the wait, this drink was sent by the lady at the bar over there, in the green. And what can I get you started with today.” You can tell she’s nervous when putting the drink down especially when she sees you hand slink back to your side of the table.

Xavier has an unreadable expression. His eyes locked on the cup then on you. Then he looks over to the bar with his eyebrows furrowed. You turn over slowly fearing the worse.

And your fears come true, she’s gorgeous… From her hair to her heels she’s perfect. Poised and graceful. You can tell by just the way she laughs with the bartender that she’s outgoing. Her body was everything you wish yours was. Ofc she took interest in Xavier they would be perfect together…

“Babe… Babe.” Xavier speaks firmly snapping you back to reality. He gives a concerned look. “Are you ok? It’s your turn to order.” He fiddles with his fingers nervously wondering what is going on in your head.

“Uh- Sorry the game was on the tv over there . Heh, got distracted.” You manage to play it off and order normally. You’re able to push away the thoughts for a second. As the waitress walks away you turn to you hunter boyfriend.

“Are… you going to drink that? Yk, the… gift.” It’s your turn to fiddle as you stare at him with pursed lips.

“Uhm I wasn’t planning on it. Yk I’m not much of a drinker outside of our home.” He gives you a questioning look.

“But… I don’t know what to do with it… I don’t want to be rude…” He really seems deep in thought about it.

You give a small sigh of relief, that immediately gets sucked back in with a gasp and the green dressed lady stands in front of your table.

“Hello cutie… and girl…” she gives you a side eye “I see you’ve got my gift! Why don’t you come to the bar and drink it with me. We don’t want it to go to waste, plus I’m sure sucks in the mud like your friend here don’t party well.” She completely ignores you for him. Giving you snide snarky remarks. You hear giggles at the bar and see similar dressed women in different colors looking over at your boyfriend.

“We’re actually dating.” He says bluntly.

“I’m sure she won’t mind if you have fun. What kind of girlfriend would she be?” She tilts her head and the strap of her dress falls down her shoulder.

You feel your breath picking up, your jaw begins to hurt from holding your tears back. Your hands shake and tremble with every thought.

This is the part he leaves you.

It gonna happen eventually why not now.

He’s too good for you. They are perfect together.

How could you actually believe he would love you when people like her exist.

You stand up and bolt for the door. Xavier’s calls fall deaf on your ears. Only the bell of the restaurant’s door is heard as you speed to the nearest train station. Which is where you are now. At least you’re out of the rain in the underground station. You can feel the pneumonia seeping into your bones. That feeling is none compared to the heart ache you feel. He hadn’t even chased after you. He probably is with her right now.

You rub your shoulders to shake off the cold. Then you feel a warmth cloth being set on your shoulders. You look at see ash blond hair and blue nebula eyes staring at you.

“I was looking all over for you… I didn’t see where you went cause our food came and I knew you would be hungry so I asked for to-go plates.” You look and see the bag in his hands. You turn back to face the train and stare ahead. Your eyes sore and dry from all the tears ripped from your tear ducts.

“Did you think she was pretty… Of course you did… how couldn’t you. I mean look at her, not a strand of hair out of place. I wish I had her body…” You brush your hair out of your face as it sticks to you. You’re soaked and couldn’t care less about the fact you look like a drowned rat.

“She was perfect, you would be nice together-“ you speech is ended by his lips crashing into yours. Normally is kisses are chaste and soft, conveying is endless patience and care for you. But this kiss of full of unconditional love and all the words of assurance you could ever get. He’s not the best with words he knows that. But today he’s willing to try.

“Fuck her. Not literally like I wanna fuck her. I- hhh I mean to hell with her. I don’t want to spend my entire existence with some girl who throws herself at every attractive man she sees.” His motions to towards the restaurant. You can see he’s struggling with how to convey how he feels. He collects his thoughts and speaks again.

“I don’t want to be with someone who only looks at me from the outside. I want you.” He cups your face.”

“I only want you. Out of all the stars in the sky you shine the brightest. Because you’re my star. My only star. The perfect laugh, the perfect body, the perfect personality, the perfect smile, the perfect heart. You are my one and only perfect star.” He gives you the most passionate kiss he can muster. Hoping you reciprocate it.

When you do he relaxes in the kiss. You begin to sob into his chest with you pull away. Apologizing for ruining the night. Him insisting that it wasn’t you how ruined the night.

“How about we go home, I’d much rather be there than some restaurant and bar. Plus I’m tired of people hitting on us.” You give him a questioning look.

“Oh when you left the bar. Some guy asked if you were single now and I punched him in the throat… which is also why I took so long and we’re- I’m not allowed back at the restaurant.” He gives you an awkward smile.

You begin to bend over laughing at the absurdity of the situation. “You’re not the type to punch someone!”

“He was just unlucky, I wanted to punch something and he spoke last. Honestly he had it coming.” You laugh harder and in your laughter you miss the way he gives you a soft smile.

How could you not know he’s beyond whipped for you. He would transcend space and time just to be with you in the next life… like he has before. 

He’ll do it again.

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It’s 4:30 am as I’m finishing this. What did I say about bias wrecker?! HELLO SIR GET OUT MY HEAD!

Guys understand something though you are not your body, or looks. You are a person with feeling and emotions and every feeling you experience is valid and someone has felt something similar to. And I love you for who you are and what you could be. Not what you were and what you aren’t 🫶

[sydsaint]

My sweet Gunn boy <3

Summary: After a night of partying with the newly formed Bang Bang Scissor Gang, the reader wakes up next to Austin Gunn in her bed.

The sound of someone walking out in the hallway wakes you from your hangover sleep. You groggily open your eyes and blink a few times with a groan. Your head throbs in pain as you move to sit up. As you begin to move suddenly a buff arm swings over your torso and pulls you back into whoever it is.

"What the fuck?" You whisper to yourself as you get pulled back.

You slowly turn around and peek over your covers to find Austin Gunn snoring in your face. All of your sleepiness is shocked out of your body. "Austin?" You ask aloud, but the younger Gunn kid doesn't stir. "Austin!" You prompt him again, a bit louder this time, but he still doesn't stir.

Frustrated, and desperate to figure out if you slept with your trainers kid last night, you jolt up and grab your pillow from out under you. You grip the pillow hard and bring it down on Austin's head. "Austin! Wake up!" You shout.

Your pillow collides with Austin's head and he jolts up and awake. "What the hell?" Austin grumbles and frantically looks around for who just assaulted him. "YN? Why'd you just hit me?" He notices you sitting next to him.

"Why are you in my bed?" You confront Austin.

"Well I was sleeping." Austin grumbles and rubs his face. "Until I was so rudely woken up." He narrows his gaze at you.

You set your pillow down and finally take notice that you're wearing the shirt that Austin was wearing last night. You also notice that Austin doesn't have a shirt on. His bare chest stares at you for a moment before you compose yourself and speak again.

"Austin, please, please, tell me you're wearing pants right now." You ask Austin while glancing down at his legs covered by your blanket.

"I-What?" Austin replies and glances down at his lap. "I'm wearing boxers." He answers you. "Who the hell sleeps in pants? Wait, are you wearing pants?"

You scoff like it's the most unjustified question in the world. "Of course I am!" You insist. "Right?" An inkling of doubt rears it ugly head in your mind.

Carefully you pull your blanket back and find that you're wearing underwear, which isn't ideal. But at least it's something, right?

"Well?" Austin waits for you to answer the question aloud.

"What?" You reply. "I--Stop looking at me like that!" You shove Austin's shoulder.

Austin chuckles and reels back from being shoved. "Like what?" He teases you.

"Like you've seen me naked!" You shudder at the thought.

Austin continues to laugh and you feel your face heating up from embarrassment. "Austin!" You scold him. "It's not funny! Please tell me that we didn't have sex last night." You plead with him.

"I mean, all things considered." Austin grins, having a blast teasing you. "You're wearing my shirt. We're in bed together. It looks like I definitely rocked your world last night, YN."

"Fuck me." You complain, setting your head in your hands with a deep sigh.

Austin winks at you and grins. "Again so soon, YN?"

You groan again, your embarrassment only growing. You hate that you can't remember what happened last night. Plus your head is killing you from your hangover.

"Will you two please be quiet?" A male voice sounds from the foot of the bed. "My head is killing me."

"What the fuck?" You pull your feet back from the edge of the bed. "Anthony?" You recognize the voice as a tired Bowens.

Bowens sits up from his spot on the floor where he slept last night with a groan. He peers over the edge of your bed and glares at you. "No one got laid last night." He informs you. "Everyone was too drunk to make it back to their own rooms so we all slept here." He explains. "Max and Colten are over there in the corner snoring. Damn heavy sleepers."

You look over at the corner of the room and sure enough, Max and Colten are both fast asleep on the floor.

"So we didn't?" You glance at Austin.

"No!" Anthony repeats himself. "Now can everyone please be quiet?"

You watch Bowens sink back down to the floor in silence. Unsure of what to do now you sink back down onto your back with a sigh of relief. But there is also something else lingering in the back of your mind as well. Disappointment, perhaps?

Austin sinks back down into your bed as well and leans on his side to chat with you. "So...can I get my shirt back now?" He jokes quietly.

"Austin!" You laugh in a hushed tone. "I'm kind of using it right now." You gesture to your covered torso.

"But it's mine." Austin reminds you with a cheeky grin. "And I'm demanding it back." He jokingly insists.

You roll your eyes and toss your half of the blanket his way. "How'd I end up sharing a bed with you anyway?" You giggle.

"Because you love me." Austin replies with a wink.

"He won rock, paper, scissors." Anthony chimes in from the floor. "Now be quiet!"

You and Austin both laugh in hushed tones. "You still love me." Austin whispers to you. "Regardless of what grumpy down there says." He nods down to the floor.

"I guess it could have been worse." You shrug. "Caster could have ended up winning." You joke.

"Mhm." Austin agrees. "Now are you going to kiss me or what?" He asks you. "I mean, we have already slept together. So I think a kiss isn't too much to ask."

You roll your eyes as Austin props himself up on an elbow and leans over you for a kiss. You giggles and put a hand on his chest to knock him back over playfully. On the floor, Anthony is losing what sanity has left by the second. He pops up to a sitting position and tosses a pillow at you and Austin with a groan.

"If you two actually are going to fuck, I'd prefer you fished out someone else's hotel keycard and did it there." He glares at you both.

"Hey! This is my hotel room, Anthony." You remind him. "I'm gonna go take a shower." You push Austin off of you and hop to your feet.

Austin is up and out of bed like a bat out of hell. "I'll join!" He chimes with an eager grin.

"No!" You push him back onto your bed. "We didn't have sex, Gunn. And that isn't going to change anytime soon." You assure him.

"Awe, you know you love me, YN." Austin replies. "I'll get you naked in front of me eventually." He winks at you again.

You make your way to the bathroom and Caster finally wakes up from his deep sleep. "Naked? Who's naked?" He is quick to prop himself up into a sitting position.

"I hate everyone in this room." Anthony groans and pulls a pillow over his head.

[katsona-the-katsequel]

Specialized Extracurricular Execution Squad Activity Report

Part 5

You know the drill.

8/5 (Wed) - Reporter: Mitsuru Kirijo

It's Mitsuru. It was certainly hot yesterday, but isn't it normal for Iori to overheat?

Anyway, tomorrow is a full moon, so as I've said many times before, everyone please be prepared. Ah, that's right. I don't have to mention your name over and over again, but Iori, did you have instant noodles for dinner tonight?

If your daily eating habits are not good, you won't have the strength when the time comes. I know it's difficult to do in a dormitory, but please try to manage a good lifestyle as much as possible. Speaking of which, Akihiko, if I take my eyes off him for a second, he's eating gyudon... After all, boxing requires strict weight loss, so is it okay to count calories?

Also, Yamagishi, I know you're worried about Koromaru, but please don't come and ask about him every day. If there's anything, the vet will contact us, and we can't do anything but wait...

That's right, Chairman! Please refrain from suddenly barging in and making puns to then run away! Please explain!

First of all, right now is before the operation begins, and I want to concentrate on the battle as much as possible. Can't you understand that?

…Well, it was hot today too. I guess I got a little annoyed. Sorry. Well, I'll do my best tomorrow.

8/6 (Thu) - Reporter: Fuuka Yamagishi

Good evening, it's Fuuka. Kirijo-senpai... you must be tired.

Oh, this large Shadow was also a lot of work. I'm sleepy, but I'll do my best to report back.

Well, this time the Shadow's hideout was in the underground of Iwato Taipei. It was right around the abandoned houses. It was the remains of an underground facility built by the former army.

...Oh, sorry. I just remembered those people. This time, I was inadequate again. Two people who called themselves Strega appeared, closed the bulkhead, and trapped us...

I think there was some kind of interference, but Lucia couldn't notice them at all. However, we were ultimately successful in defeating the Shadows. This time, there were two Shadow types, one Justice Arcana and one Strength Arcana, and they were strong enemies that could assimilate with an abandoned tank and combine with each other to attack. My analysis of this battle went well, and I think I was able to be of some help.

…About 50 points. Not a failing grade, but far from a passing grade.

8/12 (Wed) - Reporter: Yukari Takeba

Anyway, I want to find out how the Strega people managed to escape Lucia's detection. I can't afford to be disheartened. I'll try my best. Hypocrisy...huh.

8/7 (Fri) - Reporter: Yukari Takeba

Well, it's Takeba.

Today, Kirijo-senpai and Sanada-senpai are out, so Tartarus is closed as usual. Well, even if you tell me to go, I'll let you off today. I'm still tired from yesterday's big Shadow battle.

Oh, Fuuka. Don't worry too much about what those guys said. Well, they said some things that bothered me, and there are many mysteries, like why they have Evokers, but the "hypocrisy" that the glasses guy with the Osaka dialect said is definitely not what we meant.

I mean, it's not... it's true that our motives for fighting are all personal and may not be justice, but so what? I feel like that. The other day, when we all had a fight, I realized a little bit, but if we don't do anything, the number of Lost people will increase. That's why we defeat the Shadows. What's wrong with that?

It has nothing to do with goodness or hypocrisy. The only thing we should think about now is whether to do it or not. Right? Since we've decided to do it, let's see it through to the end.

8/8 (Sat) - Reporter: Akihiko Sanada

Everyone, the day before yesterday was tough. Plus, summer classes start next week. Do your best there too. However, Junpei was screaming as if it was the end of the world, but was it really that much of an exaggeration? Well, it's probably hard to go to school in this heat, but it's better than studying alone, right? This is a great opportunity. Study as hard as you can.

Well, Yamagishi. Takeba is absolutely right. We have to defeat the Shadows. And they don't like that. Who cares where justice lies? If we don't fend them off, we won't be able to defeat the Shadows. So the next time we meet, we'll punch them. That's all right.

Well, it's best to forget about the unpleasant encounters and cherish the pleasant ones. Koromaru... He's a new member of the team, but I have a feeling he's a rival. With his strong will to protect his master and his fighting strength as a wild animal, if I'm not careful, I'll be left behind.

Just watch me, Koromaru. I'm not giving you my spot as a regular fighting member!

8/9 (Sun) - Reporter: Mitsuru Kirijo

It's Kirijo.

Koromaru seems to have settled in quickly. Takeba and Yamagishi seem to have known him for a while, and with Aigis acting as an interpreter, communication shouldn't be a problem, so it should be a good environment for Koromaru. ...It doesn't really feel like we're talking about dogs.

Now, just a quick report: after the recent defeat of the Shadows at the Army facility, it was confirmed that many of the patients suffering from Apathy Syndrome have recovered. This means that we have achieved our goal this time as well. Everyone can now face the summer course without any worries. I feel bad that I have not been able to give you proper time to study until now... but no, it's all good.

8/10 (Mon) - Reporter: Aigis

Today marks the start of summer school for everyone. A supplementary class held for a certain period of time in addition to the regular class curriculum. This is especially true during the summer holidays.

Until yesterday, we were all here during the day, and we were able to gather a lot of very useful information. But today, it's just me and Koromaru.

That person, Yukari, Fuuka, Junpei, Mitsuru, and Sanada are all in summer school. Amada went to the movies with a friend from school.

During that time, how can I put it... this feeling. While everyone was out, I talked with Koromaru, and we had a fairly fruitful conversation. Compared to yesterday, there should be no difference other than the density of information acquired, but I felt uneasy, so perhaps I should call it instability.

This must be because the person I was supposed to protect was outside my operational range.

8/11 (Tue) - Reporter: Junpei Iori

Uh... it's Junpei...

Second day of summer school... I can't take it, I'm going to die. I can't take it... Why do I have to study even on my days off?!

Aigis, you're thinking about troublesome things. I guess logic takes precedence because you're a robot. In those cases, you should just say "I'm lonely".

Well, it's Takeba.

Junpei...that's so lame!

When on earth did you say that, like "on the verge of shorting out"? I really want to ask if Aigis even has a circuit breaker.

So...what's going on? Haha, I'm still a bit curious about Aigis's body structure. How does she create her mind? Her way of speaking and what she's saying are weird, but when you talk to her face to face, she's really just like a human. I want to know...won't she explode if she touches on something confidential?

Oh, that's right. It's been a while since I've reported, and it's about Koro-chan's food. Fuuka was also saying this the other day, but what should we do about Koro-chan's meal duties? For now it looks like Kirijo-senpai is preparing the food, but we can't just leave it like that, right? Right now, excluding Amada-kun, there are exactly seven of us, so how about we draw lots to decide which days of the week to have them on duty and then have them take turns? Looking for opinions! This was Takeba.

8/13 (Thu) - Reporter: Fuuka Yamagishi

Good evening, this is Yamagishi.

Well, regarding Koro-chan's dinner yesterday, we had a quick meeting in the evening and pretty much decided what to make, so I'll record it here.

The day of the week for feeding Koro-chan is decided by drawing lots at the beginning of the month. The assigned duty list will be posted on the bulletin board near the counter, so please don't forget to check it.

Also, his food is dog food. Since Koro-chan is a member of SEES, I'm relieved that the Kirijo Group will be replenishing it regularly.

It would be no good if he couldn't eat the essential food, and Koro-chan would become fat and unable to fight. Also, those of you who have never had a pet probably don't know this, but there are some foods that you shouldn't feed animals. I'll post a list of these on the bulletin board, so please be careful. That's all.

8/14 (Fri) - Reporter: Akihiko Sanada

Everyone seems to be working hard in the summer classes.

Yamagishi and Takeba look cool, but what about Junpei...? I know it's hot, but I don't think he'd be so exhausted... That's right! Maybe he's suffering from summer fatigue? When it's hot, you lose your appetite. But when it's hot, you tend to lose more energy than usual.

Junpei usually only eats instant foods and fast food, so it's no wonder he was hit by summer fatigue.

Well, I can't cook you anything nutritious, but I can give you a share of my secret powdered protein? Junpei loves ramen, so you can easily make ramen to prevent summer fatigue by adding it to your regular cup noodles.

Yeah, that's right. I'll give it a try tomorrow. Everyone else, take care of your health, okay? Your body is your capital.

8/15 (Sat) - Reporter: Aigis

Junpei is broken.

Both Mitsuru and Sanada were out, so Yukari, Fuuka, and I tried to treat him, but we were unable to do anything about our lack of medical skills... He ended up recovering on his own. It's unfortunate.

Mr. Junpei started acting strange after ingesting the cup noodles he had for dinner, so we took into account the possibility of terrorist contamination and temporarily went into battle mode... but after checking yesterday's report, we have now discovered the cause.

The first level of alert has been lifted. P.S. Junpei is very angry.

8/16 (Sun) - Reporter: Aigis

Although it is the second day in a row, today, at my earnest request, I have been given the opportunity to give a military operations report.

After donning the second-class special armor "Yukata", we moved from the headquarters to the operational area. The special mission "Summer Festival" began. The platoon size was only two people. I am Aigis, a humanoid tactical weapon, and my superior is Mitsuru Kirijo, the director of SEES.

During the journey, we were pushed around by a group of civilians, but thanks to instructions from our superior officer that we should just go along with the flow, we managed to escape unscathed.

The mission had begun.

The target "Goldfish scooping" was discovered. A rescue mission. I immediately used special equipment called poi to attempt to rescue the goldfish, but the mission was extremely difficult... and it was a suicide mission. As expected, it was impossible for me, an anti-shadow weapon, to carry out an anti-goldfish rescue operation.

The next was objective shooting. This is my specialty. I immediately received a firearm that I had no knowledge of, and also obtained five rounds of ammunition. They were called cork. At this point, it was assumed that it would be difficult to secure the accuracy required for carrying out the mission, so I asked for permission to use the triple-barreled Albiore, but I was not given permission. I had no choice but to try sniping with the gun I had secured earlier, but the mission was extremely difficult... and I was completely destroyed.

Next, I saw the target "ring toss". It is a special task to throw a ring and if the ring passes through the target, you can capture the target. This kind of precision work is my forte, and based on my previous experience, I approached the mission with full vigilance and preparedness... it was no good. If the maximum diameter of the target is larger than the ring diameter, there is nothing that can be done. It's cheating.

The next confirmed target was "balloon fishing". I will omit the detailed history of the operation. It is impossible to secure an underwater target with a towing device that is wet and easily torn. It is cowardly.

The target cutter shop was called, "Mold Cutting." The details of the operation were also abbreviated. The purpose of the mission was not clear. Are we going to eat it? Destroy it? Is it because it breaks?

8/18 (Tue) - Reporter: Fuuka Yamagishi

After that, the mission ended. The results were zero. The special mission "Summer Festival" was a failure. However, when I said so, Mitsuru-san said, "This is what a festival is." It is profound. I intend to try the operation again next year after sufficient training.

8/17 (Mon) - Reporter: Yukari Takeba

Well, it's Takeba.

It seems like Aigis and Kirijo-senpai had fun at the festival yesterday. Unfortunately, I couldn't go to the festival because I had another appointment with a friend. I left my yukata at my parents' house.

Anyway, I had a really disappointing experience today. Uuuu. Well, it's not like who's to blame, it's more like I brought it on myself.

Today, when I was making dinner, I took my eyes off the pot for a second and it burned... So, since it would be a shame to throw it away, I decided to give it to Koro-chan. Oh, of course I washed it properly and tried to make sure it wasn't too strong in flavor, but Koro-chan just smelled it and turned away... I lost all confidence.

Well, that's ok. As I said before, it was my fault for trying to feed him my failed creation. The thing that pissed me off the most was, hmm... I think I shouldn't complain because she was trying to comfort him. Oh well, I'll just say it.

Umm, Fuuka... I'm sorry but saying "Don't worry, Yukari's usual cooking will be enough for Koro-chan!" isn't much of a comfort. And then Junpei laughed out loud. I'll kill you later.

Good evening, Yamagishi here.

Sorry, Yukari-chan.

I'm not very good at following up like this, and I always fail... But it's true that Yukari-chan's food is always delicious. I've never even cooked rice. I think Yukari-chan is great.

Oh, speaking of Koro-chan's food, the Chairman of the board was here today and said that we should think about a rich diet, but is it really no good to just eat dog food?

I'll add to the rules for Koro-chan's meal duty that if you can cook, please try to make as many different dishes as possible.

8/19 (Wed) - Reporter: Mitsuru Kirijo

This is Kirijo.

I don't have anything in particular to report or communicate today. Everyone seems to have gone to bed early, so I'm enjoying a quiet night.

…If it was a little cooler now, I'd like to go on a tour or something. Do you all have any hobbies?

I think it's important to forget about fighting and enrich your mind every now and then.

Oh, by the way, a few days ago, they started a film festival at Screenshot, the cinema in front of Port Island Station. Apparently you can enjoy a variety of films based on a different theme each day. If I have the time, I'll go and check it out.

8/20 (Thu) - Reporter: Akihiko Sanada

There are only 10 days left of summer vacation, but... I'm getting a little worried when I see you guys. Well, I don't think it's right to call everyone "you guys". I'll name you... I'm sorry, as always, but Junpei.

Are you okay with your homework?

No, I know. You're not okay, are you?

Today, you were out for a long time, and you came home with a dazed look on your face, and fell asleep, right? As soon as you got back to your room, I heard you snoring.

To begin with, I've never seen you doing your homework this summer. If you don't get started on it already, it will affect the shadow fight, okay?

Also, the leader is a bit tricky... have you done your homework properly? You seem to be doing it calmly, but in fact it seems like you're not doing anything... It's hard to read your facial expressions.

Anyway, academics come first. On top of that, I'd like to ask for your cooperation in the activities club.

8/21 (Fri) - Reporter: Junpei Iori

Hey, Junpei here.

I'm sorry for making you worry so much, Sanada-san.

Well, about my homework... as you can imagine, I haven't done it at all!

Hahahaha... haha.

Well, it doesn't look like I'll be able to finish it in the few days left, so I'm in a mood of giving up, or maybe I'm just giving up. What should I do?

But did I look that dazed yesterday? Well, I saw something a little strange, so my thoughts were focused on that.

Hmm. Sanada-san, I don't think this is the case, but do you know a lot about gothic lolita... no way. Is this Yukari-chan's thing?

Oh, no, even if I know what the clothes are like, it's not like it's going to change anything.

Hmm. Actually, I wonder what I want to do. …I don't know.

8/22 (Sat) - Reporter: Fuuka Yamagishi

Good evening, this is Yamagishi.

Junpei-kun... I wonder what's wrong with you suddenly showing interest in gothic lolita? Lolita... is it short for Gothic Lolita? Maybe... Otaku... Ah, no. Everyone has their own hobbies... Kirijo-senpai said the same thing a few days ago. Yeah, it's okay!

Oh, by the way, I went to the film festival Kirijo-senpai mentioned today! Today was a musical special. We listened to a lot of great songs and went together... Well, my friend and I were walking to the rhythm for a while after we left the cinema.

I'd like to go again.

8/23 (Sun) - Reporter: Yukari Takeba

Uh, this is Takeba.

Before we knew it, it's already less than two weeks until the next full moon. And there's only one week left until the end of summer vacation... Hehehe, Junpei. I wonder if you're doing okay with your homework?

Of course, I do it every day. Fuuka also has a strict schedule and seems to be doing well. Maybe the leader is doing a good job too? So the only one who hasn't done his homework is... Junpei. Hehe.

I'm worried about the homework, but I'm more worried about the next Shadow. There are rumors that the number of Apathy Syndrome patients is increasing here and there. I wish I could attack without waiting for the full moon... It's so frustrating. This was Takeba.

8/24 (Mon) - Reporter: Akihiko Sanada

I know it's a bit sudden to say this, but it's hard to move people's hearts. Well... I just wanted to ask a certain guy for a favor. I've been trying all sorts of things... However, I am not good at such things, so all I can do is ask them directly, but no matter how many things I try to say, I can't get anyone to nod their head. I could just say that I wasn't sincere enough, but...people's feelings are difficult.

By the way, I heard from Yamagishi that Amada was feeling a bit exhausted from the summer heat today. Is he okay? Even though I'm taking care of a child from the elementary school dormitory, if I were to get sick and go home, I'd be scolded by the dorm mother there. Maybe I should wait and see how it goes tomorrow.

Everyone else, are you in good health? As Takeba said yesterday, the second semester will start soon, and the full moon will be right after that. Make sure you take good care of yourself.

8/25 (Tue) - Reporter: Junpei Iori

Hi, it's Junpei.

Well, there's only less than a week left of summer vacation. How is everyone doing? It's Junpei Iori Hour... I don't have time to do that.

Wow, what should I do now? Every year I think, I wish I had done it sooner. But there are so many things to enjoy at the beginning of summer vacation, right? The end of the term and classes are over, and there's a great sense of freedom, right? It can't be helped, right?

…Oh, by the way, the mail order I ordered arrived today. Ryuko Tabi socks! I like this look, this sense! This is not escapism…

8/26 (Wed) - Reporter: Aigis

It feels like there's a unique tension in the dorm. Could it be that the end of summer vacation is affecting it?

Is it because of the end of summer vacation that Junpei is holding his head every day or sinking into the sofa in a daze?

Now that I think about it, the most important thing to me is to be by his side, but once summer vacation is over and school starts, that won't be possible...

The other day, when we went to the summer festival, Mitsuru praised me for my city-compatible camouflage, saying it was almost perfect. In that case...no, it's nothing. I'm a machine, after all...

8/27 (Thu) - Reporter: Fuuka Yamagishi

Good evening, this is Yamagishi.

I wonder what happened to Aigis? Is there something bothering you? Hmm, maybe it's not a good idea to ask here...huh? What? …Ah, yeah. I see.

Oh, sorry. Yukari was with us just now and we were talking for a bit. Um, I'm a bit worried about Aigis, so we've decided to talk to her directly tomorrow.

8/29 (Sat) - Reporter: Junpei Iori

Well, since this is an activity report, I should say something. Oh, that's right. They said on TV that the weather database server crashed due to a flood of accesses from elementary school students trying to find out the weather for summer vacation. There are a lot of kids like Junpei.

8/28 (Fri) - Reporter: Mitsuru Kirijo

It's Kirijo.

I was a bit surprised by Ikutsuki's request today. I never thought it would happen...

As of today, it has been decided that Ken Amada from Gekkoukan Elementary School will join the Specialized Extracurricular Execution Squad. It is his... strong wish.

The Chairman says that he has plenty of potential, and his Persona abilities are solid. Also, Amada himself said that he has some reason to fight. There shouldn't be... any problems.

…Takeba. I said before that I didn't want to drag Amada into the squad's activities. That was definitely my true intention. However, now that Amada has asked to join, I'm happy that our fighting force will increase and we'll be one step closer to defeating the Shadows. That's also my true intention.

For now, one thing is for sure: no matter how much he applies, Amada is still an elementary school student. We can't let him face the Shadows in the same battle as us. We should follow him as best we can and make sure nothing bad happens. I think that's what we should do most right now.

Well, Iori seems to like Amada a lot, so maybe we should ask him to look after him? Well, it might be hard to tell who's the caretaker, though.

Hi, it's Junpei.

That's not true, Kirijo-senpai. I think even I can beat an elementary school kid... well, I think I can, you know?

Even so, summer vacation is almost over. Did I find anything this summer?

I mean, you can ask someone and they'll understand, right? No, I'm not thinking about anything strange either, Yukari-chan told me to concentrate on the homework in front of me, but I can't help but feel distracted... No, there's something I've been thinking about all this time, but... ha.

It's hard to suddenly think about something you've never thought about before.

For now... how about starting a club? I'm sure Fuuka was in a cultural club. Was it the art club? Or was it something else?

But that's no good. If I just suddenly start drawing, it'll just look like I'm just trying to go along with it... Ugh, this is really troubling.

Sculpture or pottery?! No, no, it's the same thing. Think about it. Really, what do I want to do?

How did you guys find something to be passionate about, something to stake your youth on? How can you change?

8/30 (Sun) - Reporter: Yukari Takeba

Uh, this is Takeba.

Junpei...what really happened to you?

It just doesn't seem like you... Sorry. To be honest, it's kind of weird.

I think it would be best for you to not think too much about things and just focus on the goal in front of you.

Well, I'm sure you have your own thoughts and worries, right? It may sound cliché, but why don't you try everything you can find? You'll eventually find something. You need to act before you think! And what you need right now is your homework! Got it?

8/31 (Mon) - Reporter: Fuuka Yamagishi

Good evening, this is Yamagishi.

Junpei, you seemed a bit strange today, didn't you? The thing I'm obsessed with is something I started doing because of someone else's influence. So, there's no need to worry about not being able to find it on your own. Do you agree that I want you to just be yourself, Junpei?

It looks like the plan to enroll Aigis that I've been secretly working on will go well. Today's uniform fitting was also a great success. The uniform looked good on her. Oh, everyone else ignored it, but it's not the school camouflage, it's the uniform.

Even so... I would have liked to see Koro-chan in his uniform.

9/1 (Tue) - Reporter: Akihiko Sanada

Well, the new semester finally starts today. The showdown with the large Shadow is coming soon. I've been nagging them like a mother-in-law lately, but after the holidays, people tend to let their guard down. I'm going to prepare myself thoroughly for the showdown and be fully prepared.

But still... I've been having a lot of headaches lately. Maybe I'm a little irritated and getting it out on everyone. I'll be careful.

...I might as well say it now. There is no more to Ikutsuki than everyone else, but the way Aigis was admitted and the way Amada was enlisted seem a bit... how should I put it, a bit too much cunning. No, I understand that you are eager to increase our military strength in hopes of eradicating shadows as soon as possible. However, I feel that you are being a little hasty... Anyway, the decision has been made and there is no other way. Therefore, I would like you to do your best to ensure Amada's safety and to back up Aigis's school life.

9/2 (Wed) - Reporter: Ken Amada

9/7 (Mon) - Reporter: Ken Amada

This is my first activity report. Fuuka-san told me that it's just a diary or a contact notebook, so it's okay, but is it really okay? Well, I'll tell you what happened today. Someone named Shinjiro Aragaki has come into the dorm. I don't know who he is yet. I'll make sure to find out.

9/3 (Thu) - Reporter: Junpei Iori

Yay, it's Junpei!

Welcome the new member Aragaki-san!

I've met Aragaki-san a few times before. I don't know if he remembers me, but. Aragaki-san was the one who helped me out at the hangout at Port Island Station, where Yukari-chan took me the other day! And what's more, I'm so touched that Aragaki-san is a senpai who used to be in SEES!

No matter if the opponent is a delinquent or a shadow, as long as Aragaki-san is there, it's like praying to a horse's ears!... Was it a bit different?

But Amada seems a bit dissatisfied. Aragaki-san looks scary, but he's a nice guy, you know?

9/4 (Fri) - Reporter: Mitsuru Kirijo

It's Kirijo.

Well, the day of the decisive battle has come again this month. Tomorrow is the sixth full moon since the large Shadows began appearing. Are you all ready?

I'm sure everyone has their own thoughts about Aragaki's sudden new addition, or rather his return. However, Aragaki is a great addition to the group, both in terms of ability and personality.

He is a man worthy of complete trust. In short, he is a comrade you can trust on the battlefield.

Well, because of Aragaki's personality, he's probably not going to be an instant best friend, but you can accept him with peace of mind. If we deploy Aragaki on tomorrow's full moon, he'll put up a fight on par with a decisive battle weapon. I guarantee it.

9/5 (Sat) - Reporter: Fuuka Yamagishi

Good evening, this is Yamagishi.

Recently, it's become standard for me to report on large-scale Shadow battles. Oh, no, I'm not complaining. Everyone's fighting is so amazing that I enjoy reporting on them every time.

Ah... but this time it's a bit complicated.

I'll report for now. This time's Shadow was Hermit, the Hermit Arcana. The first Shadow signal was from the Paulownia Mall. However, even when we went to the scene, I couldn't pinpoint the location, and at first I thought that there was some kind of detection interference. However, it turned out that the cable network that was spread underground had been taken over by the Shadow. After a detailed investigation, we identified the enemy at the Club Escapade underground, and the front line members began fighting and annihilated them. We had a hard time finding the enemy, but in the end it was a pretty easy victory.

However... the problem was what happened after the battle. From the beginning of this operation, Junpei was nowhere to be seen, and the Chairman said that he might simply be in that mood sometimes, but the truth was... he had been kidnapped in the dormitory by a girl who is a member of Strega.

Our operation finished faster than expected, so we were able to capture the girl when we returned to the dormitory and rescue Junpei, but...

This is Amada.

Somehow, things have become very serious.

Junpei is depressed, and the others have become silent because they can't speak to him. The whole dorm feels depressed.

Mitsuru and Sanada are in the hospital again today. They said they were just waiting to see how things went yesterday, and that the real interrogation will start today.

However, it seems they haven't gotten any information so far. We are enemies after all, so she won't sell information about her friends so easily.

Also, Yukari said that Junpei even went to the hospital room. Of course, he didn't have permission. I'm surprised he wasn't stopped and made it all the way to the hospital room. Does that mean Junpei's feelings are that strong?

I don't understand why someone would be so attached to someone who betrayed them, but there must be some circumstances that only Junpei and that Chidori person know...

9/8 (Tue) - Reporter: Fuuka Yamagishi

Good evening, this is Yamagishi.

Today, I also participated in the interrogation of that Chidori person. This was my first time doing something like this, so I was quite nervous.

When I say interrogation, I don't mean that I questioned her or anything, I just tried to see if I could at least read her thoughts and feelings using Lucia's power. Lucia...Lucia's power is not something like telepathy, it's more like sensing the vibrations of the life of living people and animals.

Those vibrations contain emotions, and in some cases, even what the other person is thinking, in more detail than you can imagine.

But...I couldn't sense anything at all from Chidori. It was like she wasn't alive...I can't imagine being in such a dark mental state.

Also, Chidori seems to have a habit of self-harming, so I can't really explain it, but maybe she's in a state where she's kind of dead mentally.

Ah, but there has been a little progress.

No, maybe it's a huge step forward.

While I was there, Junpei came to see her. Without permission, of course. But when Junpei started talking to her, Chidori replied back!

9/26 (Sat) - Reporter: Yukari Takeba

Kirijo-senpai had been completely ignored by her during the interrogation up to that point, so she was a little... quite grumpy and scary... But... I feel like if Junpei is there, light will shine into that dark heart...

9/10 (Thu) - Reporter: Akihiko Sanada

Today, I had dinner at the dorm for the first time in a while. I spoke with Mitsuru, and we're going to put the investigation of the woman named Chidori on hold for today.

It's not that we've given up on finding out what she has to say, we just found a better way to talk to her than by interrogating her ourselves.

For the time being, I think I'll leave contact with her to Junpei. However, it's frustrating to see Junpei communicating with her so easily, when we couldn't get her to open up even with all of us.

However, I discovered something a little concerning about her. It seems to be the case with all the members of Strega, but the Personas they summon are different from ours. If you let your guard down for a moment, they'll go berserk... They're Personas that can't be controlled and will turn on those with special powers. And to stop them from going berserk, they need a "suppressant."

In fact, right in front of us today, the woman named Chidori was strangled by her own Persona. By coincidence... we were able to use a suppressant that was on hand and the Persona's rampage was stopped, but from now on, we won't be able to take our eyes off her for much longer. For her own safety, too.

As for the source of the information about the suppressant... well, anyway, Mitsuru and I will deal with that. That's all.

9/11 (Fri) - Reporter: Shinjiro Aragaki

Wha... when did SEES start acting like this? Damn.

Well, I understand that it's better to let it all out with something like this than to keep it bottled up inside. So, if you guys are doing well, it's not my problem to say anything.

I mean, why do I have to do it too...dammit.

Ah, well... it's Aragaki.

Kirijo told me to introduce myself somehow because the juniors might be worried because they don't know who I am...but honestly, this kind of thing isn't my style.

As for my Persona abilities and fighting style, I explained it to the field leader at the lounge to that guy...what was his name? If you're curious, ask him.

Then, whether it's Tartarus or the full moon strategy, just see how I fight and make your own judgment. I've come back to lend you my strength.

I'll fight if you ask me.

Oh, and then... I've known Aki since we were kids. I've known Kirijo since middle school... no, since my first year of high school. ...My birthday has already passed. It's August. ...My blood type is A, and my hobby is Ryo... so this just isn't my style, hurry up! I'm done!

9/12 (Sat) - Reporter: Aigis

Koromaru-san has some additional information to add about Aragaki-san's self-introduction yesterday, so I, Aigis, will make the remarks on his behalf.

Aragaki-san is a kind person who will feed you if you're hungry. He makes his food by hand, and it's said to be nutritious and excellent. He also bought Koromaru-san's high-end dog food with his own money today. From my point of view, I think it's fair to say that he's a kind person.

By the way, changing the subject, according to Yukari-san, Junpei-san is currently giving off a "smell of happiness." Since I don't have a sensory organ that corresponds to the sense of smell, I can only guess from the situation, but does this refer to the sudden elation or dazed state that Junpei-san sometimes fell into? If so, the answer is yes. The smell of happiness is leaking out everywhere.

9/13 (Sun) - Reporter: Fuuka Yamagishi

He's just leaking out... Oh well, it's good to be happy. More than that, I'm happy that Junpei-kun is feeling better. It's painful to see him so depressed after all.

By the way, wasn't Aragaki-senpai's birthday last month? I'm sorry I couldn't celebrate it with you. I'll make sure I remember next year.

9/14 (Mon) - Reporter: Mitsuru Kirijo

It's Kirijo.

Aragaki... I did ask you to say something to the juniors when you introduced yourself, but what you said just made them more anxious than relieved... Fortunately, everyone seems to understand, but even though you're on a break, you're already in your third year of high school. If you don't learn to use language that suits others, you'll be in trouble in the future.

Well, I'd like to express my sincere gratitude. Thanks to you coming back, the atmosphere surrounding SEES has become more consistent. I'll be counting on you in the future.

Also... this is more to do with school events than squad contact, but as you all know, this weekend is the school festival. Some of you may already be busy preparing for it. However, I want you to remember that we always have a responsibility to fight Shadows.

Well, to put it simply, every year there are always students who stay overnight at school to prepare for the cultural festival, but they should never do this because it could affect their chances of going to Tartarus. Also, as the student council president, I will not tolerate such violations of the rules, so be prepared. Students are only allowed to stay overnight on the day before the cultural festival. Until then, everyone must go home by 8pm. Got it?

9/15 (Tue) - Reporter: Yukari Takeba

Hmm, this is Takeba.

It feels like it's been a while since I've been reporting here. It's been a week, I think?

No, I haven't stayed overnight like Kirijo-senpai said. But the archery club I'm in has been gathering early in the morning to prepare for the school festival, which also doubles as morning practice, so I've gotten into the habit of going to bed early lately. I'm still a bit sleepy.

Well, our plan is to have a coffee shop, so it's not that much work to prepare. Tomorrow, we're all planning to decide on our outfits for the day. We've already arranged to buy drinks, prepared the tableware, and pretty much everything else, so I feel like we'll be able to get to the day with ease.

However...I think a typhoon is approaching. Hmm, we've been working hard to prepare, so I hope it doesn't get cancelled or postponed due to the typhoon. Anyway, if it goes ahead without any problems, we'll have a great waitress service, so please come. This was Takeba.

9/16 (Wed) - Reporter: Yukari Takeba

Um, this is Takeba...

No, I said that yesterday, correction, cancellation.

In fact, I feel like the school festival is going to be canceled because of the typhoon. I don't know if it's a trend or something, but why do we have to wear maid outfits? I'll never call you master! Seriously!

9/17 (Thu) - Reporter: Akihiko Sanada

I'm not very knowledgeable about what's trending, so this may be a very basic question, but can I ask you something?

Takeba, is there any difference between a waitress and a maid? In my mind, I don't think there's much difference. I just can't understand why someone would agree to be a waitress at a coffee shop, and then reject the idea of ​​becoming a maid to that extent... I guess I should be interested in things other than boxing and Tartarus, like Akiba-style things... hobbies that young people like?

9/18 (Fri) - Reporter: Junpei Iori

Hi, Junpei here. Sanada-san...I'm not saying anything mean, but I think you should stay the way you are. That world is really deep... That's right, if I had to say, it's a man's romance. Romance written in kanji, not katakana. It's not about the appearance, it's about the situation involving human relationships! That's the romance of maid outfits!

I don't think anyone in the dorm wants to see Sanada-san talking so passionately about this sort of thing though.

Anyway, the school festival got cancelled because of the typhoon, so it doesn't matter if she wears a maid outfit or a nurse outfit. Ah, what a shame. I kind of wanted to see Yukari-chan in her maid outfit. It might be the biggest mistake of my life to miss her welcoming me with three fingers folded and saying "master."

Even so... Amada seemed a bit strange today. I wonder if he's okay. He said he was going to the shrine to pray in this torrential rain... He was joking, right?

9/19 (Sat) - Reporter: Aigis

There is a typhoon with wind speeds of 50 meters per second within the storm zone. There is no need to worry about a tsunami. However, this is a major concern for someone important to me.

Yesterday, he got wet on his way home from school, and perhaps because of poor treatment afterwards, he is completely bedridden and is slightly unconscious.

Early this morning, I called out to him from outside his room, but he didn't respond, so I tried to monitor him through the door and determined that he had a high fever. With my knowledge and skills, I was unable to provide effective treatment, so I asked Yukari and Fuuka to help, and they took various measures. We used somewhat illegal methods to enter the room.

His breathing has now calmed down a little, and his condition has stabilized, but we cannot be complacent. Blood or bodily fluids may spurt out at any time. Don't let your guard down, as fires will grow wild.

I have asked Koromaru-san to keep an eye on him and keep a record of what happened. I will continue caring for him again tomorrow.

9/20 (Sun) - Reporter: Yukari Takeba

Well, it's Takeba.

About the topic from the day before yesterday...Junpei, should I give you a three-finger poke? To the eyeball.

You always say stupid things... In the end, I'll tell your beloved Chidorita. Junpei-kun usually makes sexually harassing remarks like this.

Now, the second day of the typhoon. The rain seems to have calmed down compared to yesterday, but the wind was really strong. It would blow a small roof. Well, we're out of the storm zone now. It'll probably be sunny tomorrow.

Well, the typhoon was tough, but it seems like the leader's fever is really bad. Yesterday morning, Aigis asked me to teach her all the basics of nursing, but I wonder if I've been doing it properly since then? Hmm, maybe I should take care of him too... But seeing Aigis' enthusiasm, I feel bad about interfering... Well, I'll let you know if I need help. Take care of yourself, Leader. This was Takeba.

9/21 (Mon) - Reporter: Fuuka Yamagishi

Good evening, this is Yamagishi.

The typhoon has passed and today was a beautiful sunny day. It felt great.

I was worried about our leader's cold, but thanks to Aigis's care, he seems to have made a full recovery. Everyone, please enjoy your break and recharge your batteries.

9/22 (Tue) - Reporter: Junpei Iori

Hi, Junpei here.

The typhoon has passed and the sky is clear and blue today!

It was a perfect day for going out. This is unrelated, but until I was in middle school, I thought "after a typhoon" meant "a typhoon family"!

But it's good that the typhoon passed by so quickly. After all, it's a four-day holiday! The typhoon ruined one day, but we still have three days left! Today is the third day of the holiday, and I'm still happy that I still have another day off tomorrow... how nice.

So today I went to visit Chidorita feeling wonderfully invincible!

Well, Chidorita was a friend of those Strega guys after all, so what I talked about with Chidorita was what their leader's face looked like, and things like that are important information, right? I have an obligation to report that in this activity report, as the ace of the Specialized Extracurricular Execution Squad, Junpei Iori!

Well, Chidorita has really started to laugh cutely lately. Even today, when I made a joke, he said, "Oh no, Junpei!"

Well... as usual, she doesn't talk about the Strega guys. I guess it's fine if she's fed up with them already, but I wonder if she's still thinking about protecting them...

9/23 (Wed) - Reporter: Mitsuru Kirijo

It's Kirijo.

Hey, Iori. I know you're feeling elated, but if you go too far, it could be a big problem. No...I'm not so narrow-minded as to be jealous of other people's happiness, and I honestly want to congratulate you on your happiness. But, generally speaking, you never know what's going to happen between a man and a woman. I'm not saying that you can't be popular or anything like that...oh...sorry.

Anyway, don't forget that she's only being held as a member of Strega. Your primary purpose is to gather information about them. It's because of that pretext that you're allowed to meet her alone. ...I don't mean to go that far, but Aragaki said that you should learn from your past deception.

I think you know, but we don't want to see our comrades get hurt. Physically or mentally. Ah, but Aragaki also said this. Apparently, if you're so soft on women, you should just go ahead and chase them no matter how many times they deceive you.

9/24 (Thu) - Reporter: Akihiko Sanada

The long weekend is over, and classes resume today. I hope everyone is not falling asleep during class because of the holidays.

Well, I'm worried about your studies, but more importantly, there are only 10 days left until the full moon. It's about time you started preparing for that. Recently, every channel I turn on the TV is full of programs about Apathy Syndrome. It's just a feeling, but it feels like the number of sufferers is increasing again. That means the power of the next Shadow we'll fight is increasing proportionately. As expected, with only three left, they're probably desperate. There's no harm in training too much. Let's keep going until the full moon!

9/25 (Fri) - Reporter: Fuuka Yamagishi

Good evening, this is Yamagishi.

I hope it's just my imagination... but doesn't Amada-kun seem a little down lately? It feels like he's often alone in his room. The leader just had a bad cold the other day, so I hope Amada-kun isn't sick either...

Also, speaking of being alone, Aragaki-senpai is always alone too. Even though we're in the same lounge, he sits a little far away. I asked him about it, and he said that's the way he does things, so not to worry... it bothers me, but maybe I shouldn't say anything? It feels like he's watching over something from a distance.

Come to think of it, Junpei-kun has been going out alone a lot lately too. That's... well, um... haha, it's better not to say anything. You'll get kicked to death by a horse. Anyway, it's just a little longer until the full moon. Everyone, please take care of yourself and train hard.

Well, it's Takeba.

I saw some horrible news today. Tatsumi Memorial Hospital is over capacity due to the number of patients with Apathy Syndrome! It seems they are asking nearby hospitals for help with transferring patients, but I think the situation will probably be the same...

I wonder how strong the next big Shadow will be. If we don't really stay on their toes, we'll be defeated. ...Are you listening, Junpei?

He's been acting all lovey-dovey with her lately, and I'm worried if he'll be a valuable asset. Well, if it comes down to it, there won't be any problems at all even if we don't take him.

If you want to look good in front of Chidori, you should do your job properly, right?

Oh, on a completely different topic, I just happened to come across this scene. Aragaki-senpai was eating gyudon in the lounge. The way he ate was truly mesmerizing, you could almost hear the sound of him munching, munching, munching! It looked so wild and delicious. The other day Sanada-senpai said that Aragaki-senpai is a good cook, but it seems that people who like cooking tend to be big eaters too. Or rather, I'm one of them too...

Well, autumn is the season for appetites. Let's eat something delicious without putting on weight. This was Takeba.

9/27 (Sun) - Reporter: Aigis

Finally, there is only one week left until the full moon. Is everyone fully prepared for battle? There are only three Shadows left. The next Arcana expected to appear is Fortune, a type blessed with divine good fortune who excels at tricky attacks. In contrast, the only effective tactic is to annihilate them using overwhelming force that is not influenced by luck. It is best to make every effort to increase our power.

That aside, according to Mitsuru's report, it has been confirmed that the school festival will not be postponed but canceled. This is very unfortunate. For me, it was a once-in-a-lifetime chance to learn about student life...

I was also interested in the special weapon maid uniforms that can only be worn during the school festival. I can only pray that I will have another chance.

By the way, Junpei was at the hospital today too. But I won't go into the details.

9/28 (Mon) - Reporter: Yukari Takeba

Well, it's Takeba. It's not long until the full moon, but everyone seems pretty calm. It's really reassuring to have all the original members here.

Well, leaving aside that one restless person. First of all, Junpei is annoying. Noisy, irritating, bothersome. Read the mood. This was Takeba.

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cell fusion ☆ wen junhui x gn!reader friends to something, the "there's only one bed" trope (0.5k)

there are two beds in this hotel room.

this is the conclusion you reach after a painful few seconds post-entrance of rubbing your eyes, blinking, then refocusing on the generous centimeter of space between them. no matter how many times you look, your beds are still engaging in a painful reenactment of cell fusion.

jun, unperturbed as ever, marches forth and dumps his bags onto the bed nearest to the door.

you think about going back down and asking for a different room, or for some furniture rearrangement, but you've already spent so much time in the lobby trying to check in that you don't feel like bothering. plus, you know that if you mention it, jun will huff and act offended all week.

it's decided then, you suppose.

you stare at the duvet while jun takes a shower, seated in the plush armchair by the window and soaking it all in. after a few minutes, he emerges from the bathroom, fluffing his hair with a towel then laying it on the floor.

before your eyes, he flops onto the bed, sighing in satisfaction. your lips curl into a smile as you watch.

after four slow breaths (you count, but it's hard not to, with the way his back rises and falls dramatically) jun shifts to look at you.

"hey," he calls in a whisper. "when are you gonna sleep?"

you open your mouth to say in a bit, but his pupils are huge, staring at you unabashedly like a kitten, or a cyclops, so you have no choice but to stand and shuffle over to to your side of the bed molecule.

as you climb beneath the covers, you hear him murmur a quiet "good."

"what are we doing tomorrow?" you ask, shifting so your arm can rest under your pillow as you face him.

"shua wants to go to this omakase place, i think."

you hum, letting your eyelids flutter shut.

"jetlagged?" he frowns.

"there's no time difference," you chuckle.

"tired, still." jun yawns into his shoulder, then continues, shifting a little closer. "traveling always makes me sleepy."

"a little, yeah," you surrender, and he clicks his tongue.

“give me your hand.”

after a pause, you do, because you assume jun is going to do something junhui-esque, like reading the lines on your palm, or measuring how far his fingers extend past yours.

instead, he laces his fingers through yours, letting your hands rest between you and squeezing every once in awhile. it's like this that you finally fall asleep, counting sheep and the pieces of sashimi you'll eat in the morning and the number of times his thumb traces softly over your knuckles.

so no, you and junhui do not share a bed.

but when you can feel the heat radiating from his side of the room; when you shiver at the unconscious brushing of his arm against yours; when your hands remain interlocked for the rest of the night.

when, in the morning, you catch him "accidentally" bumping into his side of the bed to nudge the two closer on his way to the bathroom, what's the difference, really?

˄·͈༝·͈˄ HAPPY JUN DAY!!!! i hope u all enjoyed reading!! somehow i'm so nervous posting this it's truly been a min but i've missed writing and u all lots! + not to self promo but please rb if u liked this fic and i'll see u soon w more :>

[artificialinsanity]

Hunting the Missing Link

Written by TheShootingRaiStar and @home-sweet-hive

Story Summary: When a mysterious individual crash-lands in the sleepy town of Starlight Edge, four unassuming individuals begin on a journey to find its origins, kickstarting a chain of events that would alter thier lives forever.

Chapter Summary: On the run from the police, and running low on time, the group tries to find any way to break away from the action, and continue thier mission, while encountering some old new friends along the way.

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A loud screech echoed through the quiet night in Starlight Edge, followed by the blaring wails of several sirens as Emily’s Eclipse careened down the street with several police cars in hot pursuit, tracking and following her every move. Swerving to the left, then the right, every which way, down the tightest roads in a half sensical manner, and past open, now vacant streets at blistering speeds, Emily somehow managed to evade the seemingly neverending onslaught of police for an admittedly brief amount of time, as soon enough, more were right on her tail again almost immediately.

“How the hell are there so goddamn many of them!?” She exclaimed in confusion as she took a hard right, causing the car’s occupants to slide in thier seats despite thier seatbelts.

“I know, right?” Stella said as she was thrown into the passenger door. “They’re like the cops in the Highway Robbery franchise - They just don’t quit!”

“This is just like in City Escape!” Lyla exclaimed over the commotion. “How the hell are we gonna get out of this?

“What I do know is there's not nearly enough space for us all on these streets.” Emily yelled. “I might have to take this onto the highway.”

“Hold on - What of our mission?” Ellipse blurted out from the trunk.

“Can't you see we're a bit distracted right now!?” Emily screeched in anger, before making a hard left near RCS Field, taking her out of town.

As she swerved onto the highway with all the grace of a pug riding a skateboard on an iceberg, a massive, swarming wave of cop cars crashed in from the on-ramp like a tsunami, chasing down this single Mitsubishi Eclipse with damn near every cruiser in the entire state. Shifting and swerving in between traffic to keep her speed up, Emily shifted into a higher gear, and swerved into oncoming traffic to throw off the cops.

“Jeez, this heat's not letting up,” Emily exclaimed. “It's like we're boiling alive out here. How's Vicki?”

“Still asleep!” Lyla yelled from the backseat, almost surprised. “Somehow.”

“Let's hope she stays that way for now,” Emily replied. “As for the rest of you, hang on!”

Stella began to interject: “To what?- oH CRAP-”

Suddenly, Emily swerved to the right, hard, enough to spin the car completely sideways. Then, with a few careful flicks of the wrist, even further than that. Suddenly, the car was completely turned around, the steaming skidmarks the tires left on the pavement still fresh. Then, Emily sped off back the way she came, as she left the swarm of cops to keep speeding off behind her.

“Heh. So long, suckers!” Emily said with a gentle chuckle to herself.

But just before she could catch her breath, another cop pulled in from the off-ramp, and began pursuing the quartet.

“Oh, you've gotta be fucking kidding me!” Emily exclaimed in frustration.

“May I make a suggestion?” Stella interjected.

“This car is stock, it has no nitrous. Plus, nitrous doesn't even work like that.” Emily predicted.

“Not what I was gonna say.” Stella said. “That's a Lyla thing, anyway.”

“I FEEL LIED TO!” She yelled from the back seat.

“So what's your brilliant idea, Stella?” Emily spoke again.

“Okay, hear me out - slow down.”

“You're crazy.”

“No no, trust me-” Stella began to explain. “It's like a brake check. Maybe we'll catch him so off guard that he just flies right past us, leaving us to sneak away like nothing happened!”

“Sure, maybe if this were an action movie,” Emily retorted. “How the hell do you expect that to work in real life?”

“Hold on, Emily-” Lyla said from the backseat. “I have faith in Stella's plan.”

Emily gave a long, drawn-out sigh. “Alright, here goes nothing.”

And with that, she stepped on the brakes, going from 100 to 0 as quick as that poor Mitsubishi Eclipse could. And somehow, just as predicted, the cop car pursuing them just completely passed them, allowing Emily to turn around and keep driving as if nothing happened.

“Huh.” She blurted out. “That worked too well.”

“TO NOTHING!” Lyla cheered in excitement from the backseat.

“What made you have so much faith in Stella anyways?” Emily asked Lyla in confusion.

“Hmm. Dunno!” Lyla exclaimed. “Guess it's just luck?”

Emily narrowed her eyes a bit, but continued driving uninterrupted regardless, only to check her mirror and see that the cop they just shook off caught on to thier ploy. And this time he brought company - 4 more cop cars were now pursuing them.

“Shit!” Emily exclaimed. She began to floor it in the hopes of outspeeding them, but it was no use - One of the cruisers pulled up to her passenger side rear wheel. Emily knew what was about to happen, so she simply braced herself for the inevitable.

Just as she predicted, the cop car pulled to the right a bit, and slammed into her rear wheel with full force, spinning her sideways. If she wasn't careful about this, this could be it, and it would be over for all of them.

Luckily, whether it be through sheer skill or just dumb luck, Emily managed to spin the car in just the right way so that the wheels were still aligned with the road. However, she quickly realized that she was facing the wrong direction, and shifted gear into reverse just in time to keep speeding down the road, nearly as fast as she was before.

“Holy smokes, Em!” Stella yelled in amazement. “Where'd you learn skills like that?”

“Hell if I know,” Emily responded. “Maybe it's just luck?” This time, Lyla was the one to narrow her eyes at Emily through the rearview mirror.

“Hang on, I wanna do something-” Stella said to Emily before rolling down her window.

“Stella, are you sure about this?-” Emily began to ask, but Stella was already busy sticking her head out the window and flipping off the cops that were now in full view of thier front bumper.

“FUCK OFF!” She shouted before retreating back into the car.

“Stella, do we really need more trouble with the law!?” Emily exclaimed with astonishment and concern.

“We're already this deep into this, what's the worst that can happen?” Stella said in response.

Suddenly, Emily had to step on the brakes, as she noticed in her rearview mirror a police roadblock. She stopped and swerved, and while shifting into another gear, the cops that were chasing her created a roadblock behind her, boxing her in.

“We have you surrounded!” One of the officers shouted from thier cruiser. “Come out with your hands up!”

Emily glared at Stella with murderous intent.

“Yeah, it's always a stupid idea to say something like that.” She admitted.

“What are we gonna do!?” Lyla panicked from the back.

“Stay calm!” Stella assured Lyla. “I'm sure Emily can get us out of this mess!”

“Where the hell would we even go? They have us boxed in!” Lyla continued.

“I'm sure we'll think of something!” Stella tried to calm Lyla down. “It's never over until you say it is!”

“It's over! We're gonna rot in prison for the rest of our lives!”

“Don't be so defeatist, Lyla! Emily's gonna get us out of this mess! Right, Emily?”

“...”

“...Emily?”

Emily was completely frozen in terror. There was nothing she could do. The police had her car boxed in, this was it. She couldn't save anyone. She had doomed her friends to a lifetime in prison. Everything had gone to shit, and it was all her fault. It always was her fault. Everything was her fault. The only thing she could do was just accept the consequences of her action, and wait out the inevitable. With a heavy head, and a heavier heart, Emily put the car in park, and began to roll down her window.

“What are you doing, Emily?” Stella asked, confused.

“Giving up.” Emily said in response.

“We surrender!” She shouted out the open window to the officers. “We'll come quietly. We mean no harm.”

“I thought you said Emily had a plan, Stella?” Lyla shouted, still panicking.

“I- I'm sure she still does!” Stella tried her best to be calming, but even she was hesitant to believe her own words at this point. “Let's just…

“Let's just see where this goes…”

Emily steps out of the car, hands above her head. Stella follows soon after, and, much later, Lyla, trembling, follows suit. A police officer steps out of his car and approaches them.

“Do you have any idea how many crimes you've just committed?” The officer, Brian again, asked them.

“Several.” Emily replied.

“Now's not the time to be coy,” Brian said. “You're all gonna go away for a LONG time. This all of you?”

Emily began. “No, there’s-”

“Just one.” Stella interjected. “In the back. Just be gentle with her, she's still asleep.”

Brian was just about to open the back door of the Eclipse, when his eyes glanced over to Lyla.

“And what about you, twitchy?” He said, in a clearly nasty manner. “You got something to say? Something to get back to?”

Lyla tried to stomach her fear. “N- n- no, sir.”

“You s- s- sure about that, little miss stutter?” He replied in a mocking tone. “Sure there isn't something m- m- more important you could be doing?”

“D- Don't patronize me.”

“Ooh, patronize! I'm surprised you know that word!” He said with clear animosity. Stella could tell his hand was already on his gun.

And then Lyla's hand twitched.

It was involuntary, but it didn't matter. The officer took it as a sign of aggression, and fired at her. Lyla was too caught off guard to avoid the shot, and it hit her in the shoulder.

And with that, it was as if something snapped in Emily. Something that finally put her in the right headspace. This wasn't over. This was FAR from over. And if the cops are going to treat her friends like this? Then she would rather die fighting for thier safety than subject them to this any longer.

Thinking quickly, she gave the officer a leg sweep, knocking the gun out of his hand.

“Back in the car!” She shouted. Stella and Lyla did so immediately.

Now Emily was seemingly back in her prior predicament of having nowhere to go. But this time, she wasn't gonna let that stop her. She revved up her tires, put the car back in drive, and blasted through several police cruisers to wind up back on the highway.

“That paint job's gonna cost a fortune to redo!” Stella yelled to Emily.

“Your lives are more important than some silly paint job!” Emily shouted back. “Just trust me, I know a surefire way to lose them. For now.”

“That sounds promising.” Lyla added sarcastically, still recovering from her earlier panic, and wound.

“Just shut up and trust me!” Emily added in her signature cold, but caring attitude.

Emily pulled right up to the guard rail, clearly waiting for something. The police, quickly recovering, began swarming her again, pulling ever closer to her bumper. Suddenly, as the guard rail broke away near an exit ramp, Emily pulled her car into a hard swerve to the left, driving directly into oncoming traffic, just as the cop car behind her was about to shunt her bumper.

It was then when Emily saw a sign that reassured her - Road Work Ahead. That meant this plan was going to work after all.

“Let's hope it doesn't.” She said to herself as she sped up.

“Uh, what do you mean, Emily?” Lyla asked with concern.

“You'll see.” Emily responded, cocky and confidently.

She noticed on her left some flashing signs and knew what she had to do. Yelling at everyone to hang on, she tore through the cones and jumped through a hole in the guard rail, ramping herself off the highway. Though, on her way through, she accidentally clipped a pebble, sending the car into a barrel roll. Everyone held thier breath as the world span around them - Stella grabbed the handle above her seat, Lyla held onto the seat in front of her, and Emily held onto the steering wheel tighter. Before they knew it, everything was upside down, and Lyla began to feel a little lightheaded. Then the world once again became sideways, and Lyla reached her hand out to make sure Vicki didn't get hurt. This continued for what felt like an eternity, before the Eclipse just barely managed to flip right-side up before hitting the ground again. Emily sped off as quick as she could, but not before checking her rear-view mirror to make sure no one was stupid enough to follow them after such a stunt.

No one was there. For the first time in what felt like hours, the coast was clear.

Everyone in the car briefly cheered to each other, before realizing something all at once:

Where do we go now?

“Try that back alley!” Stella shouted, pointing to an alleyway behind a professional looking building. “Just as a temporary spot for now until we can find something better.”

And so, Emily pulled into the alley, and set the car to a stop, providing a brief respite in this rollercoaster of a night.

–

Some time passed, and everyone was given a chance to take a few long, deep breaths. Save for Ellipse, who doesn't have lungs. The car had been parked and shut off for now, so as not to draw any unnecessary attention to themselves as Emily had said. The group had all dispersed to various places closeby, also save for Ellipse, who was told to stay in the trunk: Stella had stayed in the car next to the still sleeping Vicki, Lyla was leaning against the building, holding her still somewhat fresh wound, and Emily was leaning on the hood of the car, head down, looking forlorn.

“So what do we do now?” Stella finally asked. “Where do we go from here?”

“I don't know,” replied Lyla. “I hope we'll make it out of this.”

“I know we will,” Stella answered.

“Frankly this has been a rather confusing endeavor, and I am unsure as to why you insist that we must do these things,” Ellipse butted in from the trunk.

“Dude, it's the cops,” Stella remarked. “Have you never interacted with the police before?”

“Awfully bold of you to assume I have.”

“I-” Stella was genuinely perplexed. “I am genuinely perplexed right now. I- What do I even say?”

“They shoot people, for one!” Lyla shouted. Stella reminded Lyla of Emily's earlier advice in a bit of a harsh tone.

“I shoot people, too, you know,” Ellipse added. “How am I any different from these ‘police’?”

“The cops enforce thier own form of ‘justice’ by shooting anyone they deem unflattering,” Stella offered.

“Did I not threaten to do the same to you when we first met?” Ellipse added in response.

“I- Ellipse, you're not a cop, okay!? I don't know how else to put it!” Stella yelled, forgetting her own reprimanding of Lyla earlier.

“Yeah, dude, you're our friend!” Lyla said.

“So friendship differentiates ‘cop’ from ‘non-cop’?” Ellipse questioned. “Why not just befriend the cops, then?”

“Ellipse, no, that's not how that works-” Stella interjected.

“I don't think the cops WANT to be our friends, Ellipse,” Lyla added. “They shot at me, for one.”

“I think you mentioned that,” Stella responded.

“Oh did I? Sorry about that, it's just that I got SHOT IN THE TORSO-” Lyla yelled back, sarcastically.

“Are you fuckers done arguing yet?” spoke a sleepy voice from the backseat, in a slurred, Irish accent.

“Oh, hey Vic’,” Stella answered. “Did we wake you? I'm sorry.”

“That, and I heard gunshots,” Vicki said in response. “What the fuck happened?”

“Heyyy Vicki," Lyla slurred, coughing up a bit of blood. “How are things?”

Vicki paused for a moment, in a combination of shock and worry. “Lyla, I want you to be brutally honest with me. Please don't lie like you normally do:

“Are you injured?”

“What? Noooooo!” Lyla lied.

“She got shot in the chest,” Stella answered for her, feeling bad.

Vicki went white. “I'm sorry, she fucking WHAT?”

“It's not THAT bad-”

“YOU GOT SHOT IN THE CHEST, LYLA! Why haven't we taken you to a fucking hospital already!?”

“Because we were being chased by the police?” Stella added, which just made Vicki more angry at the rest of them.

“What the everloving fuck happened while I was asleep!? You got chased by cops and Lyla got shot!”

“Yeah, that's pretty much everything, I think-” Lyla tried to recall.

“I mean, we did also do a barrel roll at the end there-” Stella added on.

“That's it - I'm not fucking sleeping tonight,” Vicki concluded in anger. “I'm not sleeping a goddamn wink until we get out of this mess.” Saying this, she also pulled Lyla over to her to patch up her wounds.

“It's all my fault…” Emily spoke to herself, but just loud enough for everyone else to hear her.

“Maybe it was if you were this irresponsible!” Vicki shouted, letting her anger control her. “Why the hell didn't you try to stop any of this!?”

“I tried, you ass!” Emily yelled back. “My failure to do so is why we're IN this mess!”

“Guys, please, stop fighting!” Stella interjected, worried.

“Stella! Why the hell didn't you wake me up when things started getting bad?” Vicki raged. “Why did you think it was a good idea to let me sleep like that?”

“I- I don't know, okay!?”

“And why the hell did you fuckers let Lyla get shot? She could have died, and believe me, if she had, the fates I'd have for you would be MUCH worse than death-”

“Do you think we fucking WANTED this, Vicki!?” Emily snapped. “I didn't fucking want this when I got us into this mess! And yet here we fucking are! My incompetence nearly killed my best friend! I nearly got us incarcerated for life! I endangered all of our lives! Did you think I did that on fucking PURPOSE!? Do you think I'm TRYING to kill you!? It was an accident, you piece of shit! And of course it was my fault this happened! It's always my fucking fault!”

“Where the fuck is all that racket coming fro-!?”

Suddenly, Dr. Theo Clysedale walked out the back door of the building they were parked near, shocking everyone involved. Ezriael followed close behind.

“Stella!?”

“Ez!? Theo!?” Stella exclaimed in shock. “What are you two doing here!?”

“We live here?” Both Clysedales said at once.

“...Huh.” Stella replied in unsatisfactory shock.

“Anyway, what's with all the shouting?” Theo asked in bleary response.

“Oh, just a spat between friends,” Stella answered back.

“Just a 'spat', huh? You sure about that!?” Vicki shouted, still enraged.

“I can’t help but to agree with the corvid on this one,” Ezrieal remarked. “The tone seems too… dire for just a ‘spat between friends’.”

“Ugh, alright, fine,” Stella remarked with a disgruntled sigh. “We got chased by the cops.”

The Clysedales were stunned in silence, clearly looking for some kind of response, but coming up short.

“We're fine, though, honest!” Stella quickly added for clarification's sake. “Aside from Lyla's injuries-”

“Injuries?” Ezrieal said. 

“What do you mean by ‘injuries’?” Theo added.

“I think my wailing about having been shot in the chest would be enough to clue you in,” Lyla added sarcastically.

“Well, it's not like either one of us could make out the words from out here,” Theo pointed out.

“Yeah, that's fair,” Emily added, still somber.

“But regardless of any of that, a shot in the chest is quite dire. How about you all come inside the clinic and I can help get that patched up for you, hmm?” Ezrieal then offered.

“We appreciate the offer, Doc, but, aren't you a wisp physician?” Stella questioned, confused. “Do those qualifications overlap?”

“Ah- Well- You see, I-”

“It’s just simple first aid, my dear. I’m sure anyone could do it, especially Ez.” Theo explained on Ezrieal’s behalf.

“For a bullet wound?” Lyla chimed in, perplexed.

“Is it not in your mind?” Ezrieal inquired, pulling themself together.

“I think you need to go to the ER for things like that-” Vicki spoke, no longer as angry.

“In this economy?” Theo questioned.

“Yea, but-”

“Hold on, Stella,” Emily interjected. “They do have a point. Hospitals are expensive, and we don't have the money, or the time, to spare.”

“So now you trust them?” Stella added, pointing out the hypocrisy.

“Do we have any other choice?” Emily said. “We're kind of at the end of our rope here. We're on the run from the cops, Lyla's injured, and we have no place left to go. We either take the hospitality, or it's over. For all of us.”

“Typical Emily, always having a plan,” Lyla teased.

“Hey, someone has to-” Emily teased back.

“Very well, then! Theo, you help the yellow one to the clinic. I’ll help carry anything else you all might have on hand.” Ezrieal instructed, beginning to walk towards the trunk of Emily’s car.

“I have a name, you know,” Lyla responded, slightly agitated. “It's the only one you've heard so far?”

“Oh, and one more thing-” Emily began. “Don't open the trunk.”

Ez jumped back at that statement, right around when they looked at the badge of the car. “What, is there a dead body in there, or something??”

“Well, I wouldn't necessarily say I'm alive-” Ellipse finally spoke from in the trunk.

“And just who are you??” Ezrieal exclaimed, flinching.

“Do I really have to do the spiel again?” Ellipse groaned.

“Yeah, that's Ellipse,” Stella said. “Fell at our doorstep, lost his memory. All this is kind of his fault.”

“I can hear you, you know,” He responded.

“I don't care,” She replied snarkily. “It's true.”

“... ‘Ellipse’… huh?” Ezrieal said.

“You know that punctuation, with the three dots?-”

“I AM AWARE, THANK YOU-” Ezrieal lashed out at Ellipse, seemingly out of nowhere. “... Ugh, I wanna go back to bed…” They added, grumbling.

“So does that mean you're not gonna help us then?” Emily asked, concerned.

“... Right, right. Yes, I will. Sorry if I implied I wasn’t going to.” Ezrieal responded.

“Welp, guess since the cat's out of the bag, or, rather, the Ellipse is out of the trunk,” Stella spoke, kicking the rear fender of the car twice. “That's your cue, dumbass. Get out.”

“Why are you so aggressive all of a sudden?” He said, stepping out of the open trunk.

“Because tonight is hell and I'm mad at you. Come on.”

The five of them followed the Clysedales inside, through the back door into a surprisingly luxurious looking home. The soft warmth of the entrance rug was just the tip of the iceberg when it came to the attention-grabbing quality of the home’s furnishings, the nicely polished marble countertops sitting upon rustic and yet well kempt wooden drawers looking especially homey as they reflected the house’s lighting that was just as warm as the rug - and in contrast to the somewhat chilly feeling of the kitchen’s tiled flooring. With that and how it looked even more polished than the countertops, it was easy to assume the floor had been recently mopped.

“Wow,” Stella spoke in awe, taking in the sights just long enough for a noticeable pause in her words to elapse. “You guys live here?”

“It’s quite nice, ain’t it?” Theo remarked.

“It's nicer than where I live, and I make four times living wage,” Emily spoke, a twinge of jealousy noticeable in her admittedly dull tone.

“Well, I must thank you dearly for such compliments,” Ezrieal said. “Theo and I made quite the effort in making this place our own~!” Thier comment seemed to imply that the home’s impressive decor was achieved through D.I.Y., and for the counters, the wooden dining table placed opposite to the cooking supplies, and even the little island counter in the kitchen’s center, this claim was believable. But the sight of a wood oven existing comfortably within the rest of the cooking appliances in the kitchen made the idea a bit less convincing.

“No way, this is the good kind of oven!” Stella gasped with excitement. “Oh, I bet you could make the best kind of pizza in this!”

“H- Hey! Maybe now's not the best time to be sightseeing!” Vicki interjected, a slight stutter returning to her voice after her prior outburst. “Lyla's still injured, remember?”

“Oh, yes! The clinic area is just beyond here.” Ezrieal spoke, making thier way across the kitchen and proceeding to unlock a door that was placed at the end of the room. The door was one of five, the others connecting from the kitchen from various other points. One looked to lead to the home’s bathroom, another two seemed to lead to a pair of bedrooms, while the last, rather mysteriously, seemed to also be locked.

“What's in there?” Emily said bluntly, pointing at the mysterious door with several padlocks on it.

“Don’t go in there.” Theo told her, not answering her question.

“Normally, I wouldn't,” Emily began, “But since we've shown you our secret, well, fair is fair-” As she concluded her thought, she pulled out a hairpin.

“What do you think you’re doing??” Theo snapped rather suddenly. His voice hadn’t gotten any louder, but the sudden sharpness with which they spoke in the moment was sure to give some whiplash regardless. “I just told you not to go in there!”

“And I'm pretty sure I told you not to look in my trunk,” Emily egged. “And yet here we are.”

“The robot made his presence known with his own doing, I at no point did so much as touch your… vehicle.” Ezrieal argued.

“Yeah, I guess that's fair,” Emily concluded, putting her hairpin away. “I mean, it's not like whatever's in there is stupid enough to make its presence known, or anything.”

“For some reason I feel like I should take offense to that,” Ellipse said.

Ezrieal and Theo shared glances with each other that lasted for a rather extended amount of time, before looking back at the others looking rather unimpressed.

“Well, fair's fair, and fair says that's enough for one night,” Emily said playfully.

“I certainly agree.” Ezrieal answered bluntly.

“Are you done being a little shit now?” Lyla jabbed. “I feel like we keep getting distracted from the fact I've got a bullet wound in my chest. Do we all have ADHD, or something?”

The room fell quiet.

“Huh. Lucky guess,” She concluded.

“Wait, hold on a second, I just remembered something - This is the clinic?” Stella asked, dumbfounded.

“No. The clinic is in here.” Ezrieal replied, opening the door to reveal a room that looked just like a doctor’s office - almost uncannily so compared to the cozy vibes of the kitchen. Stella had remembered this room from her visit earlier today. “Lyla, please take a seat on the chair over here.” Ezrieal kindly instructed as they made thier way to the small desk placed in the corner of the room, populated by several stacks of medical papers, a small computer, and a keyboard and mouse to go with the computer. The chair Lyla was asked to sit in was a few feet from this desk, placed in the center of the office.

“No shots, please, I'm allergic,” Lyla joked as she sat down, practically falling into the chair with nearly enough force to break a board.

“Of course not, dear! The one you’ve endured today must be quite enough stress already, I imagine.” Theo jested. 

Lyla audibly guffawed at such a response. “That's a good one!”

“Thank you! I try.” Theo said.

“Now, Lyla, I’m going to have to put you under anesthetics for a little while, just while I patch up your wound, alright?” Ezrieal informed her gently.

“Well I assume some minor surgery is required, so yeah that's expected,” Lyla spoke nonchalantly, almost as if she wasn't still bleeding.

“Fair enough.” Ezrieal remarked, placing the Schimmelbusch mask over Lyla’s nose and mouth, the anesthesia beginning to flow into her system and beginning to put her in a state of slumber.

“So how long do you expect this to take?” Lyla said just before going under.

“Oh, not too long. Probably just half an hour, really.” Ezrieal answered.

—

Stella, Emily, Vicki, and Theo were sitting in the waiting room, which was just as homey feeling as the kitchen had been. It had the same warm lighting, a rug that covered most of the floor that was even warmer and fluffier than the entrance mat had been, an arrangement of very comfortable looking chairs all throughout the room, and even a fireplace attached to one of its walls! They had been here for a few moments waiting for Lyla's recovery, when somebody spoke up.

“Oh, by the way, Stella.” Theo had said, catching her attention.”Where’s Vimu? I haven’t seen him at all since we came inside, come to think of it.”

“Oh, he's in the car,” Stella confirmed.

“Oh, that’s good! I was afraid that you had forgotten about him, or something.” Theo replied with relief.

“Nah, he's fine!” Stella said. “He's got snacks and video games in there, he'll be fine.”

“Hey, speaking of snacks, I'm kinda hungry.” Emily added.

“Understandable! Allow me to grab some for you.” Theo told them, leaving through the entrance door, most likely planning to enter the kitchen as all of them had earlier rather than going through the clinic again so as to not disturb his sibling.

Entering the kitchen once more, Theo was rather shocked to see Ellipse still standing in the middle of the room, as if waiting for some sort of command.

“What are you still doing here, robot?” He questioned confusedly.

“The entrance was a bit crowded, so I decided to wait here until you guys got back,” Ellipse responded.

“... Oh. I… That’s understandable, I suppose.” Theo said. “Well, your friends are in the waiting room right now - aside from Lyla. Would you like me to take you there?”

“Uh, sure,” He responded, sounding slightly confused. “Is everything okay?”

“Of course it is! Ez is just patching Lyla up right now in the clinic.” Theo explained cheerfully.

“That's good,” Ellipse said in a pleased tone of voice. “How long do you expect this to take?”

“Not very long at all, just about a half an hour, according to Ez! I was just about to grab some snacks for the others to have while they wait.!” Theo answered.

“Hang on - a half hour?“ Ellipse asked, slightly concerned.

“Oh, did you have plans?” Theo wondered.

Ellipse tapped the side of his head twice, changing his eyes to the face of a digital clock reading 8:30:21 PM. “That's cutting it very close. We have to be out by 9.”

“I see. I’ll ask Ez if they can speed things up a little for you - as much as safety will allow, anyway.” Theo offered. “I’d hate for us to cause you all to run late.”

“I should probably go tell the others the news,” Ellipse said. “Don't want them to be caught off guard now.”

“Good idea,” Theo spoke. “Would you mind taking this with you, too?” They then asked, handing a bag filled with various snack foods to Ellipse.

“Uh, sure,” Ellipse said. “I promise to deliver this payload swiftly, and with minimal damage.”

“Yeah, I’ll be counting on ya, you hear?” Theo replied light-heartedly.

“Yes, sir!” Ellipse said with a salute, before catching himself, realizing the awkward situation he's put himself in. “Er, wait, uh-”

“Now now, let’s not hesitate, robot!” Theo insisted, already heading out of the kitchen and to the clinic room. “Time is of the essence, isn’t it?”

“Yes, boss- Dammit, I did it again!” Ellipse yelled.

Theo simply chuckled slightly in response before leaving the kitchen entirely. Ellipse then proceeded to slink out the back door awkwardly, before quickly rushing around to the entrance.

“Oh, hey Ellipse!” Stella yelled as he entered with snacks in tow. “Where's Theo?”

“He's checking up on Lyla,” Ellipse said in response. “Which might cut it a bit close to our deadline.”

“Wait, what?” Vicki asked.

“The doc said it'll take half an hour, and it's currently 8:31.” Ellipse confirmed. “We may be a bit delayed.”

Suddenly, Theo came back into the waiting room, entering from the clinic door. “Sorry for the wait ladies - and El. I talked with Ez and we’ve managed to cut down our operating time to 15 minutes. I hope that’s not still too long for you.” They explained.

“That should be plenty. Thank you very much,” Ellipse replied.

“Oh, I’m glad!” Theo exclaimed. “Though, if you don’t mind me asking… What is it that you’re in such a rush for, anyway? Does it have anything to do with you getting chased by the cops earlier?” He then inquired.

“I'm afraid that's going to have to remain a secret,” Ellipse replied, genuinely unsure himself. “But yes, yes it is.”

“Oh, I understand!” Theo replied. “I’ve been there before.”

“You have?” Stella questioned, shocked and confused.

“Yes. But I’m afraid that such a thing is also going to have to remain a secret.~” Theo answered. “For now, at the very least.”

“That's fair,” Emily said in response.

–

After just a few more minutes of waiting, Ezrieal poked thier head out from the clinic door. “She’s all ready to go!” They announced.

“Well, that was fast,” Emily responded.

“You’re welcome!” Ezrieal exclaimed.

“Hey guys! What'd I miss?” Lyla said, walking upright as if nothing had even happened.

“Eh, not much.” Emily answered.

“Figured as much,” Lyla stated. “I think I had a nightmare while I was under, but deep down I knew things would be okay.”

Stella tackled Lyla to the ground in excitement.

“Easy, Stella!” Emily chastised. “She's still recovering from her wounds!”

“Emily is right, my dear.” Theo interjected. “You shouldn’t be so rough with her so quickly. Even with-”

“What are you talking about? I healed up a couple of minutes ago!” Lyla interrupted.

“... Right.” Theo uttered, looking a bit stunned.

“Wow, that procedure must have been quick, if you've already recovered!” Vicki exclaimed.

“Actually, we just finished.” Ezrieal revealed.

“Huh,” Stella said flatly. “Neat.”

“Well, I suppose you all should get going now, yeah?” Theo remarked.

“Oh, where are you off to?” Ezrieal asked.

“Can't say,” Ellipse said. Emily's ear twitched. “I'm afraid we must keep this a secret,” He continued.

“Well, if you can’t tell us, maybe you can show us, then?” Ezrieal then proposed, even catching Theo off guard.

“Huh? Whaddya mean by that, Ez??” Theo questioned.

“We’ve already closed up for the night, why not go out for some fun tonight?” Ezrieal elaborated.

“Uh, guys-?” Emily got up from her seat, and began to say something, but was seemingly ignored.

“Well I guess it has been a bit since we’ve gone on an adventure of any sort. Especially on our own!” Theo recollected.

“Exactly! We deserve a little treat. ~” Ezrieal stated.

“Well, I’m convinced.” Theo said, following up with something towards Ezrieal that the others couldn’t quite understand.

“Well if you're coming along, then come with me,” Emily spoke, frantically rushing to the back door. “We have to leave. Now.”

Theo and Ezrieal silently nod in unison and follow behind Emily. Stella and Lyla get up off the floor and follow behind, a little confused, with Vicki trailing a little behind.

“Wait, right now?” Ellipse said, following the group in the back.. “Why?”

“We have you surrounded! Leave the premises with your hands up!”

“That’s why,” Emily muttered with a sigh. “The cops are back for us. I heard the sirens.”

“Yeah, I’ll have my hands up alright. Up in fists!” Theo exclaimed, cracking his knuckles.

“Not today, Theo. This is a getaway, not a battle.” Ezrieal reminded him teasingly.

“Wait, the car only has 4 seats!” Vicki yelled out. “What are our seating arrangements?”

“Theo and Ezrieal will have to squeeze in the back with you and Lyla!” Emily shouted back. “Ellipse is gonna have to go back in the trunk!”

“Why am I ALWAYS in the trunk!?” Ellipse hollered, slightly offended.

“Because if they find out about you, the rest of us are dead!” Emily yelled back. “Now get in the fucking trunk!”

And so the seven of them rushed out the back into Emily's Eclipse, with Emily obviously in the driver's seat, and Ellipse climbing into the trunk. Stella took the passenger side, and Lyla, Theo, Ezrieal, and Vicki all squeezed together to fit into the back seats, as Emily put her key in the ignition, and got the hell out of there as fast as she could.

“Well, here we go again,” Lyla groaned. “Try not to let me get shot this time.”

And thus, the chase was on, again. They were like Pac-Man running the maze, with thousands of angry ghosts hot on thier trail. Zigzagging through the streets of Starlight Edge, it was hard not to feel the tension and fear of everyone involved. Even Emily, the coldest, most emotionless of the 7, couldn't help but grimace out of fear and remorse.

“Were there this many of them on your tail last time??” Theo questioned, sounding both astonished and concerned.

Emily checked in her rear-view mirror and saw at least 50 cops behind her with a single cursory glance. “No! What the fuck!?” She blurted out in shock.

“This is less of a chase, and more like a goddamn ambush!” Ezrieal exclaimed.

“Where'd they get the funding for shit like this!?” Vicki suddenly shouted.

“We need to get off the streets before we're boxed in!” Emily disregarded the question, and booked a hard left near RCS Field like before, hoping to open things out on the highway, before quickly screeching to a halt, as she ran headfirst into the thickest police roadblock she'd ever seen. With the swarm of cops piling up behind her, she knew there was no exit. Not even sneaking around would work this time.

This was it. She had truly failed. And it was all her fault.

“Emily. I can tell what you’re probably thinking at this moment, and I want you to stop that train of thought at once. There’s still a way out of this!” Ezrieal piped up.

“How?” Emily leaned her head back and sighed, defeated and afraid.

“We go on the offense!” Theo answers her with a wide grin, pulling out a Lightning wispon from a bag that he had with them - one that had gone unnoticed until now.

“Woah woah woah!” Stella stammered. “Won't that just put us in more trouble? More danger?”

“Not if we’re efficient enough!” Ezrieal responded, also pulling out a wispon from the bag, a Rhythm wispon.

“I don't think this is a good idea at ALL!” Stella shouted.

“They're right,” Emily spoke, a fire in her eyes. She’d had enough. She was tired of running away from everything. She was tired of being backed into a corner like a scared animal. She was tired of letting her fear win. She was going to pick up the Power Pellet and turn the tables, because it was the right thing to do. The only thing to do. It was either this or risk the safety of everyone she cared about.

And she was not going to let that happen again.

Never again.

Emily pulled out a pistol from under the dashboard, and brought it to her side. “If they want a battle…”

“Let's give them a war.”

Saying this, she fired a round out in front of her, puncturing the gas tank of one of the cruisers, lighting it up in a fiery explosion that cascaded to all the other cruisers around it. After a few short moments, she put the car in drive, spun her wheels, and floored it to the highway as fast as she could.

“That was incredible!!” Theo shouted excitedly.

“Where did you get that pistol from, if you don’t mind me asking?” Ezrieal inquired.

“Stella made it!” Emily shouted back, excited. “It's a special kind of pistol that allows me to fire my own quills at high speeds! And it even comes in a set of 2!”

“I hate bullets,” Stella stated. “Too messy, and too unwieldy. I prefer firepower with more exotic ammunition anyways.”

“Well in that case - excellent craftsmanship, my dear Stella!” Theo exclaimed in awe.

“Thank you!” She shouted back, blushing slightly.

“They feel reminiscent of a Spike wispon. To me, anyway.” Ezrieal remarked.

“I've never heard of those before,” Stella said, slightly puzzled. “Perhaps you could show me sometime?”

“I’m sure I have one back at the clinic that I could use to demonstrate at a later date.” Ezrieal replied.

“Can't you guys make date plans some other time!?” Lyla interjected loudly. “We got bogeys on our six!”

“What?” Theo said.

“She means we've got cops on our tail,” Emily explained, looking at her rear-view to see 5 cruisers still in pursuit. “Which is a problem.”

“Let me see if Theo and I can lock onto them from the rear side windows!” Ezrieal proposed.

“Not sure if my wispon is the type for that range of attack, but-” 

“Hold that thought,” Emily said, determined, slowing her speed down slightly. “I've got an idea.”

“What are you gonna do?” Vicki asked with a devilish intonation.

Emily looked out her side window as a cop car pulled up next to her.

“What do you call a male sheep?” She questioned.

Just then, she swerved to the side, slamming into the cop car at full force, spinning it out and knocking it off the road. Immediately afterwards, both of the Clysedales, as well as Stella, began to cackle loudly. Vicki hollered something, but it was basically inaudible behind the laughter, and her heavy accent.

“I don't get it,” Lyla retorted.

“Ram, Lyla. The joke was ‘ram’,” Emily said in response.

“Ohhhhhhhh,” Lyla spoke. “I still don't get it.”

“God damn it, Lyla,” Stella exasperated with a sigh as Emily finally hit the on-ramp onto the highway.

“Are we clear to initiate our plan of attack now, Emily?” Ezrieal asked.

“Yeah, I guess. As long as nothing else goes wrong,” Emily responded.

Suddenly a large thump was heard, and the entire car shook violently. Emily had to use some quick thinking to keep it steady.

“What the hell was that?” Lyla pitched in, slightly frightened.

“They rammed into our back bumper!” Theo explained.

“A shunt?” Stella added.

“Is that what it's called?” Theo queried.

“That's what the Ignition franchise taught me,” Stella remarked, rather proud.

“We’ve been shunted!” Theo announced once again.

“Ugh, I'll teach you to scratch my paint, you porcine bastard!” Emily cursed, before slamming yet again, sending the cruiser off the road and slamming directly into the concrete divider between highway lanes, crumpling its front bumper and sending its driver flying.

“Ooh, visceral!” Lyla exclaimed.

“Hmph… Seems that things keep going awry whenever we attempt to execute our plan. Perhaps we should forgo it for the time being.” Ezrieal suggested to Theo.

“You’ve gotta be kidding! We can’t just give up! Not like that!!” Theo argued. “You know what they say, third time’s the charm!”

“I thought it was ‘the more, the merrier’?” Lyla butted in with a snicker.

“Also that, but that phrase is irrelevant to the current situation.” Theo dismissed.

“Hey, that's not entirely true!” Lyla argued. “For example: More firepower equals a merrier time for all of us!”

“Speaking of firepower,” Vicki chimed in with devilish intent, “Can I shoot at some cops, too?”

“Vicki! That's highly irresponsible and dangerous!” Stella chastised, causing Vicki to roll her eyes. “Having two people shoot out of one window at the same time is never a good idea! Wait your turn.”

“Works for me!” Vicki giggled.

Theo and Ezrieal gave each other a nod and positioned themselves on each side of the backseat area - Theo positioned on the right side and Ezrieal positioned on the left. Sticking thier heads out the windows corresponding to each side, they both took a few seconds to assess the situation taking place before them before putting thier wispons into position as well.

“Ready?” Theo spoke.

“Aim.” Ezrieal replied.

“Fire!!!” Lyla shouted, looking out the rear window and pointing with gusto. The two took that as thier cue, and fired thier wispons on all cylinders to the best of thier ability. Ezrieal used thier Rhythm wispon to crack windows and send cars flying backwards with its audiosonic soundwaves. Theo used his Lightning wispon to send electrifying shockwaves back towards thier pursuers, and temporarily disabling thier engines. Whenever a car got close, Ezrieal would signal to Theo, and he'd strike with his Lightning wispon, flipping cars and shutting off more engines with each blow.

“Heh. That went better than I expected it to!” Theo remarked.

“Naturally. ~” Ezrieal surmised with a hair flip.

“Not to cut this short,” Emily interjected, “But there's still a few more behind us.”

Vicki chimed in with a gasp, star in her eyes. “Is it my turn?”

“Yes, Vicki,” Emily affirmed. “It is your turn.”

Vicki lit up with emotion, pulling out an ornate, futuristic bow from behind her, and equipping herself with a quiver she hid under her seat. “Lyla, spot me!” She shouted, and Lyla poked her head out of the opposite window while Vicki aimed, guiding her sights.

Lyla shouted “On your right!” Vicki fired an arrow with a smooth motion, striking the engine perfectly.

“Left!” With barely any recovery from the last shot, another smooth shot straight through the windshield, missing the driver by less than a centimeter. He spins off the road mere moments later.

“Center!” Vicki pulls three arrows from her quiver and fires them one by one like a machine gun, striking the most vital points and leaving the car to rust on the side of the highway.

“One left! Give it your all!” With this, Vicki pulled out one final arrow, and aimed further down than before, firing directly into the cruiser's front tire. At speed, the arrow provides the car with lift force, flipping it off the ground, and onto its hood, where it soon explodes in a blaze of glory.

Lyla and Vicki briefly celebrate in the car, before Vicki decides to play dead, and lie limp in the backseat, playing up the theatrics.

“Vicki?? What are you doing? Are you alright??” Theo questioned with concern.

“It's simple!” Vicki spoke with a giggle. “Now I'm just like those cop cars - a Downed Victoria!” Vicki, Lyla, and Stella all erupted in laughter at the joke.

“... I am afraid that we do not understand the joke.” Ezrieal spoke on the behalf of both themself and Theo, who nodded in agreement.

“Oh, those cop cars are a specific model of Ford vehicle, known as Crown Victoria's, or Crown Vic's for short,” Stella began. “Cop cars have been Crown Vic's for decades, and they are the official Ford vehicle of the police.”

“Ah.” Both Ezrieal and Theo uttered in response.

“Hey guys?” A voice finally spoke from the back. “I'd hate to crash your party, but we're late to ours.”

“Huh?” Stella looked out her window in shock, and it was then when she noticed it - a red blimp on the horizon, headed south.

“Shit, he's right!” Emily scowled. “We gotta get out of town now! We need to follow that blimp!”

“What about the cops?” Lyla responded.

“We'll just have to find a way to lose the heat!” Ezrieal exclaimed.

“Same method as before? Or should we try something new this time around?” Theo wondered.

“Shooting at them just seems to attract more,” Emily stated. “We need to get them off our tail for good.”

“Perhaps we try a roadblock?” Stella said, pointing out a semi truck in front of them on the highway.

“How are we gonna do that, Stella?” Emily chided.

Suddenly, the trunk of the car burst open, Ellipse pointing his arm cannon directly at the semi. He fires, sending a shockwave towards the truck just rough enough to flip it over, blocking all the officers from pursuing them.

“That should buy us plenty of time!” Ellipse said as he receded back into the truck. “Now get moving!”

“Roger!” Emily said as she looked for an exit ramp.

“Is that your target?” Theo inquired, pointing out the blimp.

“Well, you're in the thick of this with us now, no point in hiding it anymore,” Stella lamented. “We're chasing that thing to its destination, looking for answers as to what the hell our friend in the back really is.”

“Well, that explains the rush you all were in earlier!” Ezrieal commented.

“But what it doesn’t explain is why you had kept it a secret from us until now.” Theo added.

“I- Look, sometimes you just gotta keep things secret, just in case it's some kind of accidental government secret or war crime or other such illegal things,” Stella tried her best to explain after a brief pause. “We don't know anything, so we just have to make some assumptions.”

“Fair enough.” Theo relented, also after a brief pause.

“Okay, we're coming up on the best exit we have!” Emily shouted to everyone. “This next exit is a straight shot south, so we'll be out of town and en route in no time!”

“Sounds good to me!” Stella yelled in response.

Suddenly, just as they pulled off the exit ramp, 25 more cop cars pulled in behind them, continuing thier chase.

“Oh my gods, can these fuckers give it a god damn break!?” Emily cussed, blinded by rage.

“Everyone! Back into position!” Ezrieal commanded.

“On it!” Theo instinctively responded.

“That's IT!” Lyla burst out in frustration. “I am SO SICK of this BULLSHIT! This has gone on LONG ENOUGH! GODS, It's like a fucking HYDRA! You get rid of one, and it spawns 50 MORE! I'm ENDING this!”

“Wait, Lyla-!”

But before Stella could finish, Lyla had already jumped out the window and ran to a nearby gas station.

“You wanna play with fire, fuckers? Let's see how badly you get burned!”

She delivers a swift kick, and the entire thing goes up in a massive burst of flame, smothering the entire stretch of road in fire, smoke, and ash. Lyla had quickly rushed back to the car, speeding away rapidly, watching as the entire sky was clouded in the aftermath.

Once safely out of the city, Emily pulled her car to a stop at the side of the road, and everyone got out to watch it all unfold.

“Do ya think there’s any casualties down there?” Theo speculated.

“Theo-!” Ezrieal immediately scolded him.

“I'd sure hope not, or we'll be in big trouble when we get back,” Stella fretted.

“They don't seem to be following us anymore,” Emily pointed out.

“Maybe they realized we were more trouble than they bargained for!” Vicki chuckled.

“I wouldn’t be surprised if that were the case!” Theo remarked. “You all did wonderfully out there, and with our help, it made us as a collective practically unstoppable!” 

“And this gives us a clean getaway,” Ellipse added. “Ensuring the safety of our mission.”

“Oh yeah, that's right!” Stella remembered, pointing to the Clysedales. “I assume you two will no longer be joining us?”

“What makes you say that?” Ezrieal puzzled.

“You guys have jobs, right?” Stella queried. “At the Clinic? You're doctors?”

“Oh!” Theo exclaimed.

“Right!” And then Ezrieal exclaimed as well.

“Suppose then we should make our way back!” The two of them concluded in unison.

“It was a pleasure working with you two, Theo and Ezrieal Clysedale,” Ellipse remarked, bowing to one knee.

“Likewise.” Theo responded. Ezrieal kept quiet. “Well, I hope we see you all again soon! Especially you, my dear Stella. ~” They added, he and Ezrieal beginning to make the walk back to the clinic - but not before Theo handed Stella a small card with a phone number on it. Written on the back of the card, in rounded handwriting, were the words:

You're cute, call me~ ♥︎

-Theo xo

Stella could barely hide her blushing. It was a good thing Theo had his back turned.

“Hey, lovestruck!” Emily called out, breaking Stella out of her trance-like state. “We should probably get going, too!”

“O- Oh! Right,” She finally stammered, getting back into the car as Emily drove off into the night, following after the mysterious red blimp.

To Be Continued.

[littleskittles325]

What you can’t give

A/n: this is my first avatar fic!, so I hope you enjoy it!

Summary: After lo’ak leaves the hut after leaving you needy,Neteyam gives you what he couldn’t.

Warnings: rough kisses,fingering,oral (female receiving), pet names, cussing.

Pairing: Neteyam x fem!Reader & Lo’ak x fem!reader.

You and lo’ak were friends-with benefits, you would hook up with him in the forest or near the ocean,But you wanted more than that. Besides, you guys looked like lovers to others, but lo’ak didn’t like the idea of you and him. But then also you liked him big brother.

You were sleeping in the hut, right next to lo’ak. That had to be the death of you, you felt a pool heat forming in your loincloth and down your legs.You tried smoothing the feeling but then a husky voice start speaking.

“Doing something darling?” Lo’ak creeped out in a sleepy but sexy voice.

You yelped and your heart started pounding thinking about what he knew.

“Hmm? Well?” He repeated in a impatient tone.

“N-Nothing Lo’ak..!”

“Nothing..” he repeated over and over again. Then he dug his hands into your loincloth and started playing with your clit,causing you to yelp to the new sensation.

“Lo’ak!” You moaned his name as he added his fingers.

“You like that babes?” He says in your ear.

“Yes,Yes ma lo’ak!” You barley scream

“Mhm…well id guess you could wait then?”

“No!,no,no,no!” You says little to close after.

“Oh yes you can,and you will” lo’ak says before squeezing your ass, then going to sleep.

You try your best to sleep,but you cant do you just try to wait it out.

Next morning you wake to nobody next to you but a note that said, “No playing with yourself or else.”

Lo’ak? you say seeing a figure on the opposite side of the hut.

“It’s me, Neteyam.” he says coming closer.

“I heard you and lo’ak last night.”

Your shocked at his words, would he tell your parents?

“Please don’t tell my parents neteyam!” You shout a bit loud.

“Shhhh,I won’t…on one condition.” He says subductivly.

Neteyam hovered over your tired body and said, “I want to do anything with you.”

You gasped a little too loud, I mean two boys in a day? Plus their brothers?

It doesn’t sound like a horrible idea right?

“O-ok,go ahead”

He didn’t need to be told twice,He crashes his lips onto yours. Biting your lips in the process,taking up all your breath, tongue invading your mouth.

It literally felt like heaven. He then put his fingers in your throbbing cunt and started a painful pace,

Ma Neteyam! You moaned

“You like that princess?” He says as he feels your wall clenching around his fingers.

As you feel your high coming,neteyam stops and pulls you into his mouth,eating you out so good your eyes rolled back against your forehead.

As you felt your high coming again, you turn into a mess.

F-Fuck neteyam! Pushing his head deeper into your cunt as you come you just scream his name.

When doesn’t stop eating you out, you know what he’s up to.

“Ima make you squirt princess”

As you get close your next orgasm you hear footsteps that may or may not belong to lo’ak.

Neteyam, Lo’ak is coming! You saying as you try to pull him off.

Just as you meet your release lo’ak walks in the hut. His eyes look like their about to pop out of his head and his anger is obvious, seeing you squirting on his brother.

“What the fuck are you doing neteyam!” Lo’ak says in a furious voice.

“Giving her what she deserves, most of all what you couldn’t give her.”

🌊Hope you guys enjoyed🌊

Part 2