#somehow all this tiredness is really fucking with my mind tho

[puppy-phum]

sigh these days it really is just like: i want to create but unfortunately i have the eepy little creature disease

[weepinglevi]

patience is a virtue

summary: college!au. all aged up. eren and reader continue with their sexual escapades. find part one here! warnings: 18+ minors dni. dirty text messages, dirty talk. dom!eren and bratty reader (i suppose?). throat fucking and semi-public sex. (no p in v tho) word count: around 3.5k A/N: i have a love/hate relationship with this eren ahaha, he's been ruling my brainrot ever since the last part so i hope you enjoy! there will be a part three eventually, so be on the lookout for that! enjoy your read and feedback is greatly appreciated! xx

you awake to your phone vibrating somewhere next to you. the hope of it only being a one-time occurrence quickly proven to be false as it just wouldn't stop. brr-brr. a second of silence. brr-brr. pause. brr-brr.

taking a mental note to never go to sleep again without turning off your phone, you roll over to your other side and try to ignore it. you could simply answer the texts, but that meant you'd have to open your eyes. and that whoever was texting you would win this weird battle you've just come up with in your head.

"if you don't pick up your goddamn phone, i'll smack you over the head with it," sasha groans from the other side of your shared dorm, words coming slurry with her tiredness.

brr-brr.

"i could also stick it up your ass, your decision," a pillow comes flying to your head, serving as enough of a warning for you to sit up in your bed, rubbing the sleep from your eyes.

"quit moaning, i'll turn it off now," you yawn, feeling around your bed for your phone, "you never hear me complaining about the shit you do in the middle of the night."

"that's because my shit is funny and not fucking annoying," she scoffs, followed by a muted thump as she is sinking back down into her pillows. sasha's way of ending the conversation.

you find your phone half-tucked underneath your pillow, the display already lighting up again. someone is desperate for attention, you think to yourself and unlock your phone with an annoyed sigh. the messages were coming from an unknown number.

thinking about your wet pussy. this is eren, btw. historia gave me your number. i told her you wouldn't mind you don't mind, do you?

in a matter of seconds, your heart is beating in your throat once more, just like this afternoon in that godforsaken computer lab. ears growing hot at his words, you could almost imagine the sound of him laughing at you again. with trembling fingers, you scroll down further.

anyway, let's do it again sometime i told you. i'll never let you forget about how you moaned my name i'm also not forgetting about how badly i want to fuck that pretty mouth of yours, so it's a win-win see ya, then

staring down at your phone, you don't know if you should answer him. and even if you would answer his texts, what the hell should you say? "fucking bastard," the words escaping your mouth before even realizing that you'd better keep quiet. the only thing that could make this situation any worse was if sasha were to wake up again.

scratch that, you think as you see eren's new messages.

how badly do you want to suck my cock? you looked really hot today, covered in my cum what, you're shy again?

there are two ways this could go: either you stand up, put on some clothes, and then go to eren's dorm to let hell rain upon him - or simply mute your phone and ignore him. deciding to go with the latter, you lie back down and save his number as "fuckhead", a small grin forming on your face. if he wants to be childish, then you can be, too.

the display still lighting up at a steady pace, you have to fight the urge to open his other messages. to physically prevent yourself from grabbing your phone again, you put your hands between your thighs and sigh. what the hell have i gotten myself into?

"so, who am i gonna have to teach some manners today?", sasha asks in the morning, "because there are only two valid reasons for sending that many texts in the middle of the night," she sits up in her bed and bends over to reach for her phone, "either someone's dead or there's a food sale."

cringing at the thought of having to read the countless other messages eren has sent throughout the night, you try to laugh at her comment, "of course, when there's food involved, you're all for it."

"girl's gotta eat," she claims, thankfully being too distracted by something on her phone to notice your strange behavior, "i'm gonna be back later than usual today, connie wants me to be his wingman again."

starting to go off on a tangent about how connie should just get a dating app already, sasha's words become more of background noise to you. you want to know what he wrote. what he has in store for you. at the same time, you curse yourself out. you're turning into a headless chicken and all of it because of eren fucking yeager?

you nod here and there, offering her a "yes" at what you believe to be fitting moments, desperately hoping she doesn't catch up on your restlessness. all the while the two of you are getting ready for the day. this goes on for a few more minutes and you have no clue what she's talking about now, so you decide to grab your phone and stand up.

"i'm gonna go for a run around campus, you want coffee?" you blurt out, interrupting her monologue. the device in your hand feels as if it's burning through your skin. slipping into your trainers, you're already halfway out the room, her perplexed "uh- yes, please," being muffled by the door closing behind you.

it's still warm outside - not as hot as yesterday, but warm enough for you to be glad to have forgotten your cardigan earlier. you let out a deep breath, trying to clear your mind. even though you told sasha you'd be out for a run, you walk at a slow pace.

some people are already wandering around campus, most of them on their way to a lecture. at this time in the morning, everyone has their heads full with their own worries so no one notices you slowly making your way off-campus.

arriving at a little park surrounded by trees, you sit down on the bench farest off. you notice your heart fluttering like the wings of a hummingbird when pulling the phone out of your back pocket. fuck him, you think once again while typing in your code. fuck him for making me feel this way.

12 unread messages.

didn't seem all too shy when i had my hand wrapped around your throat no need to play hard to get when i already had you if that makes sense? haven't fucked you yet doesn't mean i won't get to fuck you

all you want is to feel appalled by these messages. to screenshot them and send them to the dean. maybe even to his mother. sickened with yourself though, you already feel the familiar warmth creeping up your body, curling up in your abdomen.

i know you want it, too how fucking needy you were for me getting yourself off in public to the thought of me maybe you can tell me what exactly you were thinking of? gonna make sure to let your dreams come true, princess

pet names? you clench your fist at the thought of eren leaning over you, breathing the word princess into your ear. you have an inkling that he'd say it mockingly; spitting it out whilst gathering your hair in a ponytail, arching your back forcefully, and slamming his length into you without mercy.

no. you hate pet names. at least, you've always hated them.

i'm gonna find out if you're ignoring me right now remember, you're not the best actress. fucking suck at it, actually wouldn't want to be punished now, would we?

his last message echoed in your head. still coming to terms with the fact of what happened yesterday, now you have to deal with a whole new revelation: eren yeager being a cocky motherfucker pushing all the right buttons for you. even though you want to blast his ass for this, the mere thought of him being near you again is too sweet of an imagination.

you want to play this game, too. for whatever reason keep on riding this high, and you just know that no one could do it quite as well as eren can. somehow you can only imagine taking him on this ride with you, no one else.

so, in that manner you decide to ignore his messages. if he's desperate enough to keep on sending them in the middle of the night, you're sure it won't be long until he sends another text. and it would give him enough reason to try and punish you, whatever that might entail – you're excited to find out. fucking nervous, too. but then again, who wouldn't be?

you stand up and put your phone in your back pocket, a sense of excitement surrounding your steps as you turn left to make your way to the nearest coffee shop.

"something tells me you're ignoring me," of course, the moment eren's voice comes up behind you, you fucking flinch like a little bird that's been scared away, "mostly because i've seen you reading the messages, but what do i know?"

you turn to see him clutching his heart dramatically, "don't play with my feelings like this," he swoons, bringing one hand to his forehead. he's laughing again, all white teeth and bright smiles – you realize this is the kind of eren you rarely get to see. not the cocky bastard he normally portrays; right now, he seems to be a happy-go-lucky kind of guy, just enjoying himself. still, you want to show him that you can play just as well as he can.

crossing your arms in front of your chest, you slightly raise a brow, trying your hardest to not look as nervous as you feel. it's a lost cause though because you can already feel the tips of your ears glowing with heat again. can't things go my way for once? just once? you think and chew the inside of your cheek. you felt so sure of yourself just moments ago. how the hell can he have this sort of effect on you?

suddenly, his whole demeanor changes. before, he seemed laid-back, entertained by the game he played with you. now he leans forward, hands in the pockets of his jacket and an almost cruel smile forming on his lips, "don't try to challenge me in this. you'll lose."

you know that you should feel frightened. terrified, even. he's looking like a lion preparing to jump the antelope, a sense of alarming calmness around him that's causing the small hairs on your neck to stand up. but alas, the way he's looking at you seems to have the same effect on you his scent has.

"i told you not to ignore me," eren says and takes a few steps closer to you, "yet here you are, doing it again." the chuckle leaving his lips a stark contrast to his stern gaze, still trained on you. somehow, you feel awfully small again - still not frightened, though. you stare right back at him, tilting your head slightly as if you wanted to say "so what?"

"are you seriously that desperate to be punished?"

better now than never, you think and once again place a courtly smile on your lips, "seems like it."

for a split second, you see eren's smug look turn into a genuine smile. realizing that you're up for his game, he lets out a smooth whistle, "you do surprise me."

"if you wouldn't always be so full of yourself, i'm sure you'd have recognized this sooner," you can feel the confidence growing in yourself again. clinging on to it, you take a step toward him, "i'm full of surprises."

"oh, yeah? i bet you are," from the corner of your eye, you can see him lifting his hand. before thinking twice about it, you bat it away, "i'm not one for public displays of affection."

oh, it is on– eren's smirk turns into a full-fledged grin as he takes a grip of your wrist, "you sure about that?" lifting your hand to his face, for a short moment you think he's going to suck on your fingers again. but all he does is place a faint kiss on the back of your hand, "didn't seem like it yesterday."

"you weren't supposed to see."

"but i'm so glad i did," he leans forward, the two of you standing so close you can feel his breath on your face, "or else we wouldn't have this kind of fun right now."

still having a hold of your hand, he lifts his other to your jaw, gently tracing his thumb across your lower lip, "you looked so pretty in your skirt yesterday."

taking a leap of faith, you grab his hand, holding it in place and letting your tongue run across the tip of his thumb before biting down playfully. there's a hiss and then eren pulls away and grabs your arm, "come with me."

finally, you think and let him guide you to wherever he wants, let's have some fun, then.

on your way out of the park, you pass jean and marco. even though they stand to greet eren, he just raises his hand whilst not breaking his pace, "gotta go, have an assignment to work on."

"never seen you that determined, but go off," jean laughs.

before you know it, you're inside one of the countless maintenance sheds. pushing you against the wall, eren's movements seem to become more and more erratic by the second. pinning your arms over your head, he's looking down at you, breathing heavily. "you have no idea what you just got yourself into," licking his lips, he chuckles.

"oh, but i think i actually do," you smile innocently, fucking glad to have found your normal self again. admittedly, eren threw you off your game since yesterday – but it's just going to play into your hands now. he won't see it coming until it's hitting him straight in the face; that you're just as messed up as he seems to be.

"then prove it," he breathes against your ear, "tell me how badly you want it."

the stuffy air inside the dimly lit shed doesn't help with keeping eren's scent away from you. being so close to him, looking up into his shadowed face and right into his dilated eyes; you're like putty in his hands. you try to move forward, to touch him in some way because you just know that he'll feel so good under your skin.

"now now, princess," he moves even closer, wedging you between himself and the wall, "how about we learn some patience, first?"

you nod, but then grind up against his thigh, hissing through your teeth, "i worry i'll be a real handful." you know you could very well move your hands, too – eren seems to still be testing the waters as to how far he can go with you. but with him actually letting you grind on him; you decide to play into his hands.

your breaths grow quicker as you keep on, pace becoming erratic. all you want is to get rid of your track pants – come to think of it, what you actually want is eren under you whilst you continuously bounce on his cock. you want to hear him call you princess and immediately after call you his little whore because that's exactly what you are.

eren has a little smile on his lips and you know you should ask yourself why – because you're doing exactly what he has forbidden you to do – but you're too far gone. the heat growing, you feel your knees buckle but he's holding you up; one hand now resting on your waist for support. you're so close –

and then he pulls away from you, nearly causing you to topple over. chest heaving, you place your hands on your knees for balance, "what the fuck was – "

"patience is a virtue," interrupting you with a laugh, but his voice heavy with lust, "thought i might give you a lesson you're ought to remember."

you look up to see eren palming his erection through his pants, standing about an arm's length away from you, "but i have to admit, hearing you getting yourself off is fucking hot."

biting your teeth together, you straighten up and take a step toward him – only for him to click his tongue in disapproval, "you're gonna stay right there," tugging at his pants he raises his eyebrow, "i told you what i want, get on your knees for me."

"the fuck i will," you spit out and make a move again, grasping for his waistband. but eren is quick to take a hold of your hand and pushes you back to the wall, "come on, now, princess," he chuckles but his eyes are concentrated at you, "you want this, don't you?". he's asking for permission, the thought feeling very comforting to you. and also, very excited for what's about to come.

"of course, i do," you answer him earnestly, resting the back of your head against the wall, "or else i wouldn't be here."

"fantastic," he breathes, a little smile playing in the corners of his mouth, "then get down on your knees," placing his hands on your shoulders, weighing you down, "i won't ask again."

the change of tone in his voice has you nodding, slowly sinking onto your knees, you're bursting in anticipation. one hand finally pulling down his pants, he runs his other through your hair, then down your jaw until it comes to rest on your chin.

thumbing at your lower lip, he groans "do i have to be careful?"

you just shake your head no. then you break away from his gaze, fixing your eyes on the bobbing cock in front of you. it's tip leaking with precum already, you remember how badly you wanted to lick it away yesterday.

taking his cock at its base, you bend forward and slide your tongue around its head. the salty taste sending shudders down your spine, you make sure to lift your eyes again once you prepare to take it all down your throat. your other hand snakes up to his balls, slightly tugging them which earns you a moan from eren, and fuck, you're so wet at the sound alone, you let go of his cock and slide one hand down to your own center.

he gathers your hair in one hand, taking the base of his throbbing cock in the other, "bet this is what you thought of yesterday," he slowly but surely pulls your head in closer, "of how i fuck the words right out of you."

bucking your hips into your own hand, you can do nothing but whimper at his words. because yes, this is exactly what you imagined. he's only halfway in and you're already struggling to breathe, but not wanting him to stop you hold your breath and push down even further; trying desperately not to moan.

the tears in your eyes causing your vision to be blurry, you attempt to blink them away.

"shit – ", he's pumping into you now, rubbing the tears from your cheeks and then placing both his hands on your head, "you're doing so well – "

getting lost in his words, the fear of being caught is so far away; you finally moan around his cock. saliva soaking the hem of his shirt, you can't seem to take his whole length, no matter how hard you try. you're a fucking mess under him and the thought alone is nearly sending you over the edge.

he's trying to pull away now and you know he's close, so you snake your hand around his hip, hoping this is enough of a sign to him that if he dared to cum anywhere else than down your throat, you'd bite him.

"you really – " his voice is hoarse, "fuck – this is fucking perfect," he moans as he comes to the realization. leaning his arm against the wall behind you, he's fucking himself into your mouth, his panting and the sound of your choking filling the room.

you close your eyes to blink the tears away again, but eren pulls on your hair, "no – look at me."

with this the knot in your belly explodes, leaving you holding on to eren's hip as you ride the waves of electricity that are running through your body like lava.

"such a good little whore – " he's gone as well, holding your head in place as he's pumping his load down your throat, leaving you no other option than to swallow – which you eagerly do. you feel his legs shaking under your hands.

once again, eren hands you his shirt to clean your face. this time, you take it with a smile, noting that, "i still have your other one."

"don't worry, i'll come get it sometime when sasha's away," the two of you know exactly what this means – neither of you are planning on this to be over anytime soon.

"i'll let you know, then," you nod and stand up, hoping you don't look as well-fucked as you feel, and make your way to the door, "she's gone most of the time."

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[bangytell]

Waste it on Me jjk | m

Summary: Your best friend wants to have you in more than a platonic way, and he will find his way in.

Raiting: Explicit/ NSFW/ +18

Genre: smut, slight fluff, not enough angst, besties to lovers, roommates to lovers

Pairing: Jungkook x female reader

Warnings: face slapping, spanking, cursing, choking, slight BDSM, creampie, marking, oral (f receiving), slight degrading, slight daddy kink

Word Count: 3.7 k

a/n: welcome to my first smut imagine, again it's 3am in the morning as I'm editing and finishing this, you know the drill. I wanted to make this idea as soon as it popped out in my brain, it's inspired by the song Waste it on me by BTS with Steve Aoki , good feedback is always welcome you can ask me, dm me any form will be nice, please enjoy!

"So you're not having that guy around anymore?" you sighed after eating from your noodles

"No, not anymore Jungkook" he looked right in your eyes and smirked

"Now I can try it out" you giggle and give him a little punch on the shoulder

"Never gets old, but I don't really wanna ruin what we have" he finished what he has on the plate and leaves it on the sink

"Why not try?" You shrug your shoulders and finish your meal

"Love is not for me, is so messed up, it's a waste of time Guk" walking to your couch he follows

"Why would you think I will be like those guys?"

You don't reply and you choose a Marvel movie to watch together.

Jungkook is your best friend, the shoulder you will cry, and your safety spot. Also, you will give all the cuddles you could cause he was warm. You have a deep love for him.

Whatsoever he was deeply in love with you. Even tho he always jokes about it he wanted to become the person you wanted to waste your time with, like the relationship already existed but with sex.

He couldn't stand that you kept seeing other guys just to fuck around a few times and you couldn't ask him that, he could give you that as well.

As the movie plays along and Spiderman shows up, you laugh at something that happened and Jungkook looks at you with all the love he holds and decides that if he had to keep you this way then he will do it.

You've been roommates since you both started at college, and you think of Jungkook as the little brother who was always for you.

Meanwhile, in Jungkook's eyes, you were a woman, so intelligent, competent, and uncomperd. He tried dating but he couldn't get his mind off of you.

The next day as Jungkook meets his friends he sighs in tiredness.

"Don't understand why y/n won't date me"

"Have you taken your shirt off in front of her?" Taehyung asks playfully

"No! I don't think that will do" he yelps and his friend roll his eyes

"Look, take it from me, if you don't act like the men you are she is not going to start thinking of you in that way"

Taehyung's words sank into his chest, he was a man after all.

A storm was coming on, you went to the market and bought all the supplies you might need. it wasn't your first storm and you always like being prepared.

By the time you got home Linkin Park was playing out loud while the rain started to fall in heavy motion, good thing you got home before.

"Hey Gukkie I'm -..." as soon as the door is open your friend is doing push-ups, in the middle of your living room, shirtless all full of sweat

"Oh, hey doll, they closed the gym 'cause of the storm and I didn't want to waste the day" he grins as he sees you walking not taking your eyes off of his bare torso.

Wet and you are sure that is hard, you don't talk 'cause somehow words can't form, your brain is melting.

He just calls me a doll?! Fucking Jeon Jungkook

"A mouse ate your tongue?" by this you're in the kitchen, getting the things out of the bags and he comes to help you

He's always been a teaser, after all, walls are thin and you could hear him playing with the girls he has taken home.

"I don't think I need your help, continue what you were" he grins and leans closer to your face

"Why? You wanna see what I was doing?" you open your eyes at the most with surprise and gasp

"I-.. I didn't mean that" you stutter "Fine. Help me then" your voice is harsh now and he laughs at you

"I want you to see the show, just for you baby girl" he caresses your cheeks and you don't close your eyes, they're full of lust and he notices "Just gotta say please"

He knows your weakness, he knows your spot, and you get more turned on that he gives attention to them. The shorts that he's wearing shows the thighs that you once told him you liked. You swallow a thick gulp of saliva and decide that you won't give up on your lustful and filthy thoughts.

You go back to your task and he seems surprised, eventually, he helps you, comes so close to touching your body with his sweat and he enjoys the way you jump at the surprise.

But you don't give in.

The music still plays with the soothing rain that sooner than later becomes a deluge.

You go to your room just to not see the man doing push-ups and lifting weight in the living room.

To distract yourself you read a book, get calm by the rain and little thunder that begins to show.

Netflix kicks in and the latest tv show you were watching seems like the best option, as the intro plays the lights go off.

"Shit!" you hear the heavy sound from the living room

"Is everything okay?!" you shout as you open the door in case there's an emergency

"Are you?" a thunder comes and you jump a little while seeing his gaze on your chest

Of course, the tank top and the yoga pants weren't meant to be put out to follow the game your roommate started. Of course not.

"I am, I will light the candles" he follows you from close behind

The house is light by the moon and the lightning when you start to burn the candles.

The couches are back in place but Jungkook is still shirtless. Your gaze goes from his torso to his eyes.

"Are you taking a shower?" his hair is a little wet from the previous exercise and he grins

"Wanna join?" you roll your eyes

"Don't flatter yourself" he laughs

"I'll be there, I was about to, but the lights went off" you nod and walk again to your room with the lighter

"Are you hungry already?" you nod "I'll make some ramyeon when I get out of the shower, want some?"

"Please" he winks at you and turns around to go to the shower.

Your gaze runs to his back, his muscles are not full of sweat but are still a good view, you bite your lip and the realization that you felt desired to the man you thought as a little brother hits you.

Inside your room, with the door locked. you begin to think of a solution. Cause it's your house and being horny around your dearest friend doesn't seem a good option, you couldn't handle just a fuck and then seen him the day after. You didn't want to get his hopes high and also didn't wanted to break everything you already have just because you can't leave to fuck another guy.

While he's in the shower your thoughts start to trail off to the sight of his back, and also for his front. Jungkook didn't have a bad way to look. His body fully wet from the water must be an exquisite-..

"Fuck!" you shout out loud and you hear knocks within seconds

"What happened?!" you opened the door and the sight of every drop of water falling from his torso greets you

Without saying a thing you started to believe it was a dream and the worried look goes away from his face. He went out in a rush to help you, and you were thirsting over his abs, what a shame on you.

"Y/n?"

"Yes! I'm going to make us ramyeon, please put on a shirt" started your walk to the kitchen and he grabbed you by the arm to stop your way

"Why?" you frowned your eyebrows in misunderstood

"It's cold" you let go of his hand and walk again

"Then you wear a shirt" like a reflect you roll your eyes

By the time you finished making the noodles, he shows with a shirt no long sleeve as he would usually, smiles at you. But you keep your poker face.

You two eat together on the couch while watching at the office, 'cause it was the only show you have downloaded previously, is an episode you've seen in a TikTok and wanted to watch it fully.

One guy says that he bought an engagement ring just within weeks they started dating, deep in your core you are a hopeless romantic and you put a pout in your mouth.

"Isn't that cute?"

"I think, I don't know if I would buy a ring for a girl"

"For him, it's not just a girl, cause he thinks she is the one"

"I thought you said love was and I quote so messed up and a waste of time" you snorted and turn your gaze to him

"I know what I said, and I think that maybe someone out there is meant to change the way I think, deep down I hope so" you went back to your computer screen "besides, love not romantic on shows is great"

"What you mean?" he's still looking at you when you gaze at him again

"She feels confident and in peace, not with a rush and full adrenaline"

"Have you ever felt that?" you nod looking at his doe eyes "With whom?"

"You" your voice is a whisper and he thinks he missed hear

"What?"

"Nothing" you laugh nervously and you feel his hand in yours

"I asked you a question" his voice was deeper than usual

"I said nothing, it's not like I'm just leaving you hanging" you let him go, and walk to the kitchen to leave your plate "I'm heading to sleep"

"The heater it's not working, wear something else, keep yourself warm" he walked to you, with his plate on hand "And if you get really cold you can go snuggle with me"

"I'm going to be fine" closing the door you walked to your dresser to find something that will keep you warm through the night.

The noises outside stop and you hear the usual "good night angel" from your friend.

Remembering today's event you become hornier and hornier, you imagine his hands full of tattoos in your throat, slapping your face every time you whimper and imagine how many teases he will put on you.

The night is cold, even with your blankets and the full pajamas you're wearing but you feel the heat in your core.

You can not fuck your friend, cause that will also give you hope. At your freshman year you liked Jungkook, you had a crush on him. As you try reaching he met a girl, and another and another so you forgot about it until it became more than a crush he was the nicest man you could have in your life so you decided to keep it as the best friend and former crush.

Masturbate seems a good option but it's so cold you can't bring out the feeling to it. you begin to toss and turn, sneezing now and then, so you decided to go with Jungkook.

You knock and then come in after not hearing a response, he was shirtless and only covered until the beginning of his grey sweatpants. Walking towards him you try to not wake him as you make yourself a room in his huge bed. He wakes the moment you finished settling.

"Y/n? Couldn't sleep?" denying with your head he offers his arms to you, you give in cause he must be really warm.

He is and you sigh in relief the moment his skin touches your face and the rest of your body. But you can't sleep yet, his slow pace of breath and the feeling of his chest against yours is not leaving your mind.

"I can almost hear your thoughts" his voice it's scratchy and deep

"Sorry" you sighed

"What's wrong?" he whispers in response

"It's dumb, I'm dumb, just go back to sleep"

"I can't you're thinking way too loud" he's still whispering and you found that even hotter but also gives you calm

What is he doing to you?

"Just tell me what is keeping you awake"

"I can't" you shut your eyes when he let go of your embrace

"You can always talk to me" the rain was falling way heavier, the thunder and lightning were more consistent but you could only seem to hear your heart hitting your rib cage

The silence between you two remains until you whisper after a few seconds

"You've been teasing me all day" he laughs

"I haven't done such a thing"

"Don't lie, you teaser"

"That's the problem?" you deny with your head, still eyes closed

"The problem is…" you shut your mouth, but being horny isn't helping with having a good judgment "The problem is that I can't leave the house and go fuck someone so I can forget about your sweaty fucking six-pack"

"That doesn't make you dumb," he says after a few seconds of silence "Look at me" touching your chin you open your eyes slowly

Your cheeks are tainted red and he grins when you look all innocent to him.

"You're not dumb, and… look. I already have told you like a thousand times that we can do it, that I want to do it"

"You've been teasing me because of that?" he laughs

"I thought it will take me longer, but the storm is helping"

You lower your gaze, you don't want to screw your relationship with him, you don't want to ruin anything from him cause you don't know what to do without him.

"Baby, please look at me" your gaze is up again "You're so cute"

"Jungkook─ I-.. I don't think I'm ready to try or if I even want to try-.."

"What are you so afraid of?" you stop your train of thoughts at his question

You remain silent looking at his eyes. And you decide to not be scared, so you open up.

"At freshman when I saw you I was fully amazed by how handsome you were… then you happened to be friends with my old roommate and knowing you, how kind and special you are it made me think that… that I wanted you more than a friend" can't stand his look anymore so you gaze down

"You were dating some girl at the time, so I just stood there waiting, we became closer, you moved in, dated another girl. So I -... I just did the same and made me think that you were like a little brother to look after"

Jungkook can't believe your words by now, he had you before he could know and he lost you without knowing.

He caresses your face with his thumbs and you look at him, he leans in and kisses you slowly.

"You are afraid that I could leave you?" he pulls away and looks at your plump lips then meets your gaze

"Basically everyone leaves"

"You and your abandonment issues, if I didn't want to stay don't you think I would have left a long time ago?"

"I just-.. I thought you didn't have another choice"

"We agreed to be roommates for only a year, and that was three years ago, I want to be with you"

"Is it weird that turns me more on that you give me confidence?" he laughs and peek your nose

His lips are soft and taste so sweet, you lean on to kiss him again and he holds you by the waist, pulls you closer to him. Your legs are between his and you moan when his hand goes to cup one of your butt cheeks.

"Jungkook… please…" you whimper with your hands on his chest

"Please what baby girl? You don't know how to use your words?"

"T-.. Touch me" you whimper between kisses

"Hmm, you want me to touch you? Where?"

You hug him by the neck and one of his hands comes to choke you.

"Here?" you nod while still kissing him "I know that you're kinky… I just wanna find out how much"

He's kissing you, licking at you, biting you, doing all the filthy things that you think, and even more.

After a makeout session, you pull out from him and look at the hair you've been playing with.

"Can I mark you?" he gulps and nods

You start kissing his neck to then begin with the licking and sucking, you go down and lick at a nipple a heavy moan leaves from his mouth.

He sounds like heaven. You repeat your movement with the other nipple and you stop when he grabs you by the neck and pulls your face closer to his again.

"I don't think you asked if you could do that" he asphyxiates you, cutting the run of blood, and he stopped "I am going to eat you out, and if you stay quiet I won't slap you, understand?"

You loved the dominant part of him, his face was almost cute sometimes but knowing that he demands what he wants you to do in bed sends a shiver down your spine.

He pulls your pajama down and drops it on the floor, you feel the cold air until his face is close to your cunt, with his cold fingers he splits your lips apart and looks at you with eyes full of lust.

"Look at this beautiful pussy, all for me to eat" you remain silent, you want to try to attend to his order as long as you can.

He begins by licking at your clit, one hand on your pussy and the other on your inner thigh to help him keep your legs wide open. He sucks at it and it's almost impossible to be quiet when he sets a pace in his licks. You feel your stomach clench at the feeling of cumming, you are so close and you start to let go of heavy gasps.

"You close baby?"

"Yes!" you yelp with a scratchy voice

"Not yet" with a few more licks he stands away from your cunt and smiles when he sees your frustrated face

"Jungkook! don't you da-.." you begin but the slap on your face comes out of nowhere, he holds you strongly by the chin and makes you look at him

"Don't get to cum until I say so, don't challenge me you brat"

He had done this before, the slap was hurting enough but it wasn't intended to hurt in a bad way, you were a little surprised.

He notices you zone out and cups your cheek

"Are you okay? Did I hurt you?" his concerned and soft tone brings you back to reality

"No, no, you're just too good at this, I got surprised" he giggles and blushes

"Now I'm going to fuck you stupid" you let out a gasp when he holds you by the back and makes you put your face on the mattress

"Show off" he spanks your ass and loves the way it moves

"You're such a brat, I'm going to fuck you until you cry" you laugh

"Don't flatter yourself" he spanks you again, a little harder

You turn your gaze to him and see his cock on display, he is thick and large your mouth becomes water with just thinking of having it face fucking you.

"Fuck, I don't have condoms" you didn't realize he was looking for them in his drawer

"I thought you said you're going to fuck me stupid, also I take birth control"

"I'm clean I promise" you giggle and shake your ass for him, he spanks it

He puts his cock on your walls and slides it teasingly through your clit

"Just fu-.." in one movement he is balls deep inside you and you moan at the feeling

"This time I want to hear you, let every neighbor know who is fucking you" he runs a hand on your back and then comes out just the middle to begin a tough pace as he strokes against you.

You say his name like a prayer, you moan and yelp so loud you're sure everyone would hear you even with the storm. Starting to feel so close to the edge again you move your hips at a slow pace and bring your hand to touch your clit

"Baby, let me do it for you" he growls at the feeling of your pussy and every thrust becomes a little slower "pussy so wet and tight, you feel so good, baby girl"

His name slips from your mouth again.

"You take my cock so well… mhmm your slutty cunt is so good just for me" the praises he gives and the finger rubbing at your clit make your legs close and he opens them up.

"Is this how you like it? you brat" you yelp when he thrust harshly on you

"Yes! Fuck! You fuck me so well Jungkook!" he spanks your ass and the sensation is making you closer to the verge of falling

He's closer too, the sound of skin slapping against each other and also the sounds that your wet cunt make every time he goes deep again makes him goes faster, by this you can't talk or do more than moan and gasp while he fucks you stupid

You let go of your orgasm with his name and he does it too, you've seen the stars and he has too.

"You're all full of my cum" he helps you turn around as his seed runs down your thighs

Now you're facing him and you take a moment to recover as you feel all full of cum. Your body starts to make spasms due to the overstimulation when you feel his finger sliding his cum back into your pussy. He leans over and gives you a sloppy kiss.

He lets his body fall on the other side of the bed, when you feel recovered you pick up your clothes and go to the bathroom to clean and have a pee. You're all dressed up when you come back. Laying down beside him he smiles at you.

"I'm pretty sure I just fucked you stupid" you laugh and punch him on the shoulder, he's cover in a sheet of sweat and you enjoy looking at him

"Fine, you win this one"

"Feels good when you're not all bratty" you kiss him and he smiles

Remain silent for a while but with the smile all over your face

"What?" he asks after too much silence

"I want to waste my time with you" he hugs you as you give him kisses.

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©️bangytell please do not copy or steal my work, any translation can't be done this is the only way to read it.

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A nanny to replace with someone new part 1

Brahms x transman/transmasc reader

Please take my writing privilege away when it's past midnight

There arnt any trigger warnings here and at the moment no gendered words or pronouns is used! I guess there is a bit of queer coding(???) if you squint but nothing to serious or specific

Your phone vibrated with a new message send to you. Scrambling it out of your pants with hasty and shaking fingers while the other hand tryd it's best to not let the travel suitcases fall on the floor. Giving it a quick glance your lips curled into a smile, it was your best friend asking how the flight into the UK was.

So you gave her a quick message on how you got the worst seat imaginable. The guy next to you constantly gave you weird glances, he tryd to be sneaky about it, looking at your way when he thought you were asleep or occupied with something else. The smell that receded from him wasn't pleasant either, betting your left arm that he didn't shower for at least 3 weeks straight.

A few seats away was a couple that constantly started a loud argument with each other about the most random and unimportant things imaginable. When the fly attended tryd to calm them down the whole scenario got even more chaotic, making a kid that was another few seats away cry loudly. You would feel bad for the child if it wasn't for your enormous migraine building up. The only good thing out of the situation was when a bag of salted snacks got accedntly thrown to your way, giving you a free extra snack.

As you clicked send an announcement made it's self know with loud static noises. The train had a one hour delay. At this point your nerves were on edge. With a heavy sigh you walked out of the airport to the underground, at least there was now some time to look at the airport stores. Buying a few snacks here and there and seeing the cute souvenirs lighten up your mood a bit, and you even found a pharmacy!

Munching at your last chocolate bar and swallowing the pill for your migraine as you clumsily walked down the stairs to the subway, you eyes skimmed for a clock, and there it was, old and a bit rusty but it worked just fine showing that it's currently 7:43 pm.

'20 more minutes'

you thought, as you gave it a quick glance with a groggy look,

'Might as well give her a quick text'

•hey,sophie the train has a delay probably will come in like an hour late if everything goes well.

It took a few minutes until she texted you back

▪︎Yea I already thought that, can't have shit in public transport >:/

•yea,,, so,,, how is the babysitting going? Is the kid as bad as the last one you took care of???

▪︎Nope! How should it when it's a doll :)

•....

....

....

a what???

▪︎A doll! It's one of those weird porcelain ones that look like a small child. It's even live sized! I was already weirded out that a couple this old would have small children of their own but that? A whole new level of weird

•,,,,what are you doing with it????

does it just hang around or do you actually take care of it??

As you waited for an answer another announcement was made, the train that should come in now 15 minutes should be here earlier.

You would have made a small victorious smile if the question didn't come crashing down like an avalanche.

Why do they keep it? Why do they need a babysitter when it's just a doll? Why is it live sized? And most importantly, how in the fresh fuck did they managed to let the train come earlier the thought. While being lost in your mind with questions your phone took you back into reality when it vibrated.

▪︎Nope! I just let it sit in the corner, sometimes I put a towel or blanket over it. It's stare is really fucking creepy....

•oh,,, so free money I guess, pretty cool.

hey sophie what was the name of the family??

Something with shire right??

Chestershire??

▪︎Heelshire, why do you ask?

•just out of curiosity, maeby there is an article about them and the doll.

i mean they are a well know family so I can imagine there is something out there about them. also my train is coming later then planned.

they made an announcement that it should come earlier the thought but,,, I think I won't come over today for the sleepover, I'm just too tired, sorry for the late cancelation

▪︎It's fine (Y/N)! You had a shitty flight so I can understand that! So we see us tomorrow :) ?

•ye

▪︎Awesome, can't wait to show you the creepy doll!

And with that the chat ended, your train already making a big entrance with the loud hald of it's heavy metallic wheels.

You took the suitcase back into your hands and tumbled your way into the train.

Looking around, you accepted defeat that there was no seat left for you, your mood slowly dipping from tired annoyance to about to having a small fit. But that wouldn't help your progress, so you swallowed your anger down and leaned to one of the metallic poles. Wobbling a bit from left to right and needing to catch your suitcase to not let it roll over a passengers feet as the train started moving again.

You grabbed your phone, hesitating for a bit

'Do I really want to know what the fuck is going on or???'

You just shrugged your shoulders and gave it a go, the heelshire family is a rich pompous family you're sure there is something about them on the internet.

Aaaaand you were right, it didn't even took a second when hundreds of articles pooped up with dramatic headlines.

Terrible fire at the Heelshire mansion

Mysterious fire in Heelshire property

Heelshire, how their live turned quickly into a nightmare

These were the few that caught your interest.

You gave the articles quick reads, your tired eyes switching between almost falling shut from tiredness and going wide at the gruesome details on the tragedy.

Well that gives you a few indications on why they keep it.

'It's probably some kind of coping mechanism....'

You don't really see yourself as someone who's heart gets torn apart everytime you hear a sad and tragic story, but you still can't shake the heaviness off it all, a family losing their only child in an enormous fire that up to this day nobody knows were it came from.

Too keep your mind off the whole thing you looked outside, still having a bitter expression of the new info as you admired the houses.

It looks like your heading towards a more suburban area, making it look like one of your old English telenovela that you watch every now and then.

As the sun slowly goes down and engulfing the area in beautiful colors was quite a bit breathtaking, infact so breathtaking that you almost missed your station.

In a moment of panic you pushed yourself out of the train almost dropping a few things in it, but luckily you had everything with you.

With lazy steps towards a billboard your eyes scanned the map for the area, the bus stop wasn't far away, just a few minutes walk, but your heavy arms slowly giving up and your feet starting to hurt didn't really help.

You got your headphones out in hopes that listening to your favorite music makes the whole thing a bit more bearable.

Even tho it was just a tiny bit left until you arrived at your destination, somehow everything went wrong one way or another. You almost missed the bus and then one of it's tire pooped, making you wait for the next one that came in like half an hour.

Then one of your water bottles wasn't closed properly making some of your stuff soaked in it, destroying your notes, drawings and a few comics you had with you in the process.

When you arrived in the small but cozy hotel a woman had a giant fight with the manager. One of her kids didn't stop bothering you with weird and uncomfortable questions about your appearance. While the other didn't keep their grabby hands off of you. Then when she finally finished her rant on how the room service didn't left a small piece of chocolate for her children like always, she had the audacity to give you a 'tch' when she walked passed you with a slightly disgusted expression. The manager and her assistant apologized for the inconvenience and offerd you some candy as a sorry gift for the inconvenience, you don't want to sound like a glutton, but it did make you forget about the whole thing for a bit.

Finally you managed to get your keys. On the way to your room you almost dropped all your stuff becoming a clumsy mess that just wants to sleep.

As you opend the door impatiently you more or less threw your stuff on the chairs and floor quickly unpacked your pajamas and hastily puting them on. Dropping your body on the softest bed you ever were able to sleep in like a rock. To say that you were happy to finally be here is taking things way to lighty. With a happy sigh you closed you eyes for the well deserving sleep.

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TERU MINAMOTO X READER - REQUEST

“STRONGK >:D”

NOTES: this was all a wild fever dream but uh— hope i don’t disappoint—

MORE NOTES: I WAS SUPPOSED TO POST THIS YESTERDAY THEN TUMBLR HAD A MINOR HICCUP AND I LOST ALL OF MY EDITING :DD

In the wee hours of the early morning, Teru entered the empty Student Council Room. Being the President and ‘Prodigy Exorcist of the Minamoto clan’, his hands are always filled with an endless amount of paperwork and supernatural-hunting. He didn’t even have the time to sleep soundly in his room yesterday night, having to exorcise the annoying ghost who kept bugging his peaceful evening.

Sitting down on the chair, he lets out a loud yawn and stretches his arms in a futile attempt to relieve himself from the exhaustion he was feeling. ‘Time to start the day, Teru..’ He picks up one of the papers on the stack, reading the request of the teacher from Class 3-B. Yet he found himself rereading the same paragraph over and over again, words barely registering in his mind. His eyelids droop, eyes hardly staying open.

And before he knew it, he was fast asleep in his chair. Knocked out due to the constant stress and tiredness he’s been feeling an awful lot these past few days catching up with his body.

Little did Teru know, a pair of eyes were watching him from behind his back.

Mokke.

‘Take over the pretty boy! Then take over the school!’ The Mokke chanted, a surprising number of the tinily terrifying creatures determined to ambush the vulnerable boy, who was sleeping with his head buried in his arms on the desk. They expertly tied his arms and legs together with rope... then rushed him outside, rolling the poor and tired Teru out the door and into their headquarters in the old building.

But they stop rolling him once they accidentally stumble upon the (H/C)-haired girl whose eyes squint at the sight before her this early morning.

“...Mokke...?” You eye the suspicious supernaturals who tried to hide the deep-in-his-slumber Teru behind a bulk of them. Alas, you could still see the body, no matter how much they tried to cover him up. The far too curious part of you mind wants to let them go, follow them and watch the consequences of what would happen if they successfully captured the dear President. Who would triumph? The evil Mokke or the loyal followers of the dear President?

But you wave the chaotic thought off. Knowing that if you did nothing to stop this catastrophe in the making, it would break the trust Teru gave to you after entrusting you with the sight to see the supernaturals that lurked in every corner of the school.

So, being the only logical solution of this moment, you steal Teru from the wretched cletches of the Mokke.

‘I should run.’ You think, seeing the dark glares from the Mokke that swore vengeance at you. Your hands are on his back and legs, carrying him like the traditional groom carrying his newlywed bride. Although.. the roles might be a bit reversed in this one. ‘Teru’s gonna be real startled out of his mind once he sees me carrying him...’ Nevertheless, you starts booking it, outrunning the raging Mokke.

‘GET HER >:00’

‘HOW IS HE NOT AWAKE!??’ You grit your teeth, running through the deserted hallways. Maneuvering through the many stairs and halls, you’ve yet to lose the vengeful Mokke who’s right at your back. Gulping, you finds you way up on the rooftop, stumbling backwards once you realize that you can’t run anywhere anymore. Your eyes look over to his sleeping face, his furrowed brows saying that he was having a rather bad dream. Pursing your lips, you puts him down on the ground and... shake him violently, hoping that he’d somehow hear your cries of help.

“Teru..!”

“Teru, wake up..!”

There’s a voice coming from the blue sky above, telling him to wake the fuck up. Teru feels the hairs on his arms stand up, but he’s yet to find his way out from inside this maze of a forest. Your voice makes his heart thump hard against his chest, bringing him a new source of motivation to get out and finally wake up from this dreadful dream.

The luscious green leaves fall in front of him, the beauty of nature presenting itself right in front of his eyes. He trudges on, leaves crunching underneath his shoes as he tries to find the exit. Your pleasant voice beckons him, calls and pleas of help making him dead set on leaving this place. But all he can see is green, gentle and calming, lulling him to surrender and stay. Vines wrap around his limbs, making it harder to set his sight on freedom.

Just as his eyes drooped once again, they shot open.

‘No.’

‘(Y/N)..’

‘She still needs my help..!’

Teru’s eyes shot open in reality. He had expected you to be kneeling beside him, shocked when he finally woke up from the sweet release of slumber. ‘...Never mind...’

Instead.. he finds you on the ground, surrounded by probably ALL of those pesky Mokke. For a second, he thinks you’re dead but thankfully, he can hear a chorus of snorts and giggles escape your mouth.

“S-Ha!-Stop t-THAT!” You try to grab one of the Mokke, who’s still tickling your arm. They must have thought that they were torturing you, considering how gleefully sadistic their faces were. But.. the punishment only feels like a bunch of bunnies bouncing and blocking her movement. “T-Teru—!”

“I’m awake.” He says, nonchalant, as if he didn’t just sleep through an unfortunate series of events. Well, for you, anyway.

“WHAT TOOK YOU SO LONG!?”

It only takes a matter of minutes for him to get the Mokke to get off of you, giving them the scariest glares they could every get in the remaining span of their lives in Kamome Gakuen. Once they all scurry away, he offers his hand to you, who still laid in the ground with a flushed look. You grab it, pulling yourself up and patting your dusty uniform. ‘Sensei’s gonna be asking about this, ugh.’

“What kind of dream were you having?” You ask, overly curious from how one deep dream could pull him into such a devastating sleep that could have resulted in hours upon hours of not waking up. And, if you remember correctly, Teru wasn’t exactly the deepest of sleepers.

“Hm... it was neither good nor bad. I couldn’t wake up.”

“Oh? What woke you up then?”

Teru looks at you, a warm blush enveloping his cheeks.

“I’m.. not very sure..”

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NOTES: this was written at 12 AM i really need to sleep and i’m sorry if the bridal-carry scene was so short— i really tried to make it entertaining tho—

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Hunting Season (sambucky) – Part 5

Series Masterlist

Warning: mention of abuse

Words: 2597

A/N: I know I sort of disappeared for a while lol school work has been insane and I’m just beginning to get used to the stress of being an art major, especially under these circumstances :/ All my free time I spent doing fanart tho so it feels like forever since I last wrote! Anyways, enjoy the following set of heavy declarations between these two loverbois because I loved writing this chapter!

Another note! In case it’s unclear, the flashback in the second half is what happened the night of the first chapter, when Sam invited Bucky over to help him with his financial problems and such, and he ended up getting drunk and being dragged to bed (when Sam asked if he said anything stupid, Bucky lied and said no)

When they reached their bedroom, Bucky let go of Sam’s grip, softly enough so that Sam would know he wasn’t tumbling from mere drunkenness. Even though he did tumble a bit on his way to the bed. Meanwhile, Sam closed the door and turned to aid his friend.

"I'm fine, Sam.” Bucky reassured him as he sat on the edge of the mattress, “Just wasted, 's all."

Sam, however, was determined to look after him, "Sit." He ordered.

James nodded with acceptance and took a breath, feeling the alcohol wash away and making room for sleepiness. Almost immediately, a knock was heard on the door, to which Sam checked to see if Bucky looked decent enough, in case they had to deal with any family members.

“Who is it?” Sam asked before opening.

He was relieved to hear a female voice which belonged to the maid, Nicole.

“I brought your coffee.” Her statement sounded more like a question.

Sam let go of the breath he was holding and received the platter, not without before thanking her with a kind smile. He waited until she had left to shut the door for good; the next person to come knocking would be met with them pretending to be asleep. Neither Sam nor Bucky were in the mood to withstand more judgement, but especially Sam wasn’t in the mood to deal with any other Barnes than the one in that room.

Sam offered the mug to Bucky, "You still want it?”

Yet the man made a grimace before rubbing his left eye, letting Sam know he was sleepy now and was in no need of sobering up through caffeine. It was better to just go to bed. When Sam put the mug away, James laid back on the bed with exhaustion. A few seconds later, he felt Sam’s hand taking off his shoes.

"Thanks." Bucky said in a hoarse, almost embarrassed tone.

Once Sam finished taking off the drunk man’s shoes off, he tossed them aside and sat on his butt, groaning with tiredness. What his eyes spoke to Bucky was uncertain, but there was a clear hint of disappointment. Sam didn’t mean to, but his entire body was rejecting the patience he tended to have for his buddy.

"What's got you so jumpy, dude?" Sam finally spat out what was in his preoccupied mind.

From the bed, Bucky looked down to the man on the floor and saw concern. Love. Someone who cared, and Bucky’s every fiber rejected the possibility of giving into it. He put up a big emotional wall between them and proceeded to fake disinterest. He scoffed, rubbed his sleepy eyes again and began looking up at the ceiling with nothingness dwelling in his eyes.

He shrugged and spoke as if it was nothing, "You know what's got me jumpy."

It had to do with Brock, obviously, and he didn’t feel like discussing the sensitivities of the past relationship right now. But Sam knew his friend and he knew he had never seen him react that defensive to anyone before. So aggressive, and excessively responsive. Sam wasn’t an idiot.

"No, I don't.” Sam replied sternly, “I know he's an asshole, and he's manipulative, and he's horrible, but I think there's more. And I really want you to tell me, if that's okay."

The way Sam phrased it, Bucky knew he already suspected the answer. There was no use hiding it, and he felt like lying about it would turn the whole situation into a bigger deal. There was no deceiving Samuel Wilson.

He bit the inside of his cheek, concealing his disgust, and replied in a monotone, "He kicked my ass, okay?"

Sam frowned, but his friend couldn’t see him.

"He what?"

Bucky sighed loudly. No matter how hard he tried to derail the subject, he knew he had to tell the details. He was finally giving in, and he hated it.

"I was... walking out that door for the last time, you know, he said he was tired of me leaving and coming back.” He turned his head to avoid facing his friend before continuing, “So he- whatever, he sort of... yanked my hair and stuff.”

The silence that followed gave room for Sam to believe there was more.

“Kicked me.” Bucky completed the details, then cleared his throat in an attempt to get rid of the knot in his throat, “Like I said, he kicked my ass."

"That's a big deal, Bucky,” Sam stated, his eyes big and apprehensive, and filled with an indiscernible mix of negative feelings, “that's abuse."

"So, it was. What'd you care?"

As much as Sam knew, deep down, that Bucky was speaking out of mere rejection of his own feelings, he couldn’t help but feel offended at the assumption that he could not worry about it.

"Because I care.” He raised his voice with disbelief, “God, of course I do, how couldn't I?"

He gained no response from James. In the midst of the horrific news, Sam had to remind himself of the fact that the man was still wasted, therefore he couldn’t ask too much of him. Sam wanted to know more, he wanted to have a real heart-to-heart, he wanted to go downstairs and smash a glass to Brock’s smug and damage his face permanently. Instead, he steadied himself, somehow. It took him a few long and difficult seconds to gather his calm, but he managed to do so.

He stood up and went to the bathroom to put on his pajamas. He seized the walk to throw Bucky his pajama pants, not too gently. The last thing he saw before shutting the bathroom door was Bucky’s inaccurate hand grabbing the item from the other side of the bed. When Sam came back from brushing his teeth, he saw Bucky in pajama bottoms and shirtless, passed out on his belly.

During the half hour to follow, Sam tried to catch some sleep, but his mind was elsewhere. More agonizingly long minutes passed, and all he could think about was that he would be too tired at the hunt the next day, which made him think of the Barnes and their guests, which made him think of Brock and how much he wanted to kill him for hurting Bucky.

Eventually, he heard choked noises coming from the man he was giving his back to, and later he realized that those noises were sobs. He turned and saw Bucky, curled up on himself, also giving Sam his back and trembling slightly as he failed to conceal his own crying.

"Buck." Sam called softly.

"I'm sorry.” He replied, his voice cracking, “I'm sorry for everything, for bringing you here, asking for money, fuck, I'm sorry for being your friend."

The final statement broke Sam’s heart even more than the sound of Bucky’s sobs. He placed one hand on the side of his torso, where his ribs contracted at the rhythm of his hectic breathing and attempted to calm him, mostly by telling him a comforting truth.

"Don't say that, man. I love you." He reminded his friend.

"You shouldn't.” James denied it, “God, I'm a mess, I drag everyone into my shit, and now I dragged you. You- you don't deserve this."

"Hey.” Sam interrupted, “You got some issues, doesn’t mean you're not a lost cause."

"No, but I am.” Bucky’s pitch dropped an octave, managing to express more sorrow and certainty than before, “Not even Brock fucking Rumlow could handle me, he said I was so-“ a hiccup cut his words short, “so damaged that... that not even he- he could stand me."

"He was manipulating you."

"I know, but he's right!” his own words surprised him, and they truly cut like knives, “I'm such a fucking-“

"Hey." Sam cut him off, hugging him from behind.

"I'm-"

"You're my best friend, remember?” He said sweetly, “You're a great guy. And I'm a great guy, so I know what I'm talking about."

Barnes shook his head, "No."

"Just let me hold you, dude."

At the sound of that, Bucky’s breathing calmed a little, realizing there was no convincing Sam of his own self-flagellating thoughts. Sam believed he was good, and perhaps, only perhaps, it gave Bucky a tiny bit of hope. He eventually loosened next to Sam’s embrace, and they accommodated themselves in a cuddle. Sam ran his thumb up and down Bucky’s naked shoulder, as a reminder that he was there.

"You're okay.” Sam whispered soothingly, “You're dealing with stuff. We'll manage."

We. Bucky couldn’t help but warm up at the thought of a ��we’.

"Thank you.” Bucky croaked, then swallowed with difficulty, “For everything."

Silence and calm being insured, they slept like that, cuddling until morning came.

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A few weeks ago. The night before.

“Okay, Professor Wilson, you got homework to grade tomorrow.” Bucky groaned humorously as he struggled to hold Sam’s weight on his feet.

The wine they had poured for themselves was long gone, but its disappearance was, at least, ninety percent Sam’s fault. While Bucky’s senses were untouched, even though he was the one whose life was falling apart because of his miserable living situation, Sam seized the opportunity to get absolutely wasted nonetheless, leaving the task of getting his ass to bed in Bucky’s hands.

While Bucky found his friend’s drunk state amusing, leading his tumbling body to the bedroom turned out to be harder than he thought. Sam’s entire weight relied on Bucky’s upper body strength, not to mention his resistance to being babied.

“N’a don’t.” Sam protested.

“Well, you’re drunk.” Bucky sighed.

Sam’s lips curled into a smile and he directed his wine-smelling breath directly towards Bucky’s face, almost taunting him, “Yes’am.” He slurred.

Bucky looked the other way with exasperation before bettering his grip on Sam’s unstable body, losing his patience.

“Come on, man, help me out.” He complained.

Finally, the two managed to cross the door to Sam’s bedroom, and being so close to dropping the dead weight on its bed, Bucky started realizing how tired his own arms were.

“You hittin’ the gym or something?” he mocked, almost out of breath, “Why do you weigh ten times more than the last time I did this?”

“Mmm-maybe I put on old man fat.” Sam said in a grumpy tone, “Like an old man.”

Barnes rolled his eyes while taking a breath to recover his physical strength, “You’re not an old man.”

As soon as he let Sam’s body fall dead on the mattress, Bucky sighed with contempt, yet went back to his babysitting task by leaning down, hovering over Sam’s face.

“Hey.” Bucky put on a stern, yet not serious voice as he pointed a finger at his friend, “I hope you remember this tomorrow, ‘cause I’m about to drop some knowledge, okay?”

Sam’s lost expression didn’t change though, “M’kay.” He mumbled.

“You’re not old.” James began, “You’re a youthful, incredibly handsome man, and any woman would be lucky to have you.”

The hyping words caused Wilson to snort amusingly.

“I bet all of your students drool over you but you’re too much of a good man to even notice.”

This time, they both laughed.

“I dunno…” Sam shook his head, his eyes not really focusing on anything.

“Say it with me. I’m hot.” Bucky demanded.

“’m hot.” The other repeated.

“I’m a catch.”

“I’m a catch!” He raised his voice with a deep, exaggerated tone, clearly concealing his laugh.

Bucky then squinted with amusement, “And I got a fine piece of ass.”

That got the last of Samuel, provoking him a loud chuckle that satisfied Bucky enough to decide his job as drunk-babysitter was completed.

“Alright, go to sleep, hot stuff.” He smiled and stood up straight.

Sam, however, stopped him before he could leave, “Wait. I got some knowledge, too.”

His words were difficult to pronounce, and even more when he struggled to sit. He gave up on trying and simply rested on a more upright position, supported by his forearms. Bucky watch him do his best effort and prepared for the drunk babbling that was certainly about to happen. He crossed his arms and was incapable of concealing his smile.

“Alright, go.” Bucky taunted him.

“You’ve always… been too good for him.”

At the sound of that, Bucky’s smile dropped. He wasn’t expecting a serious chat, and less one about Rumlow. He didn’t know what to respond, and so Samuel went on.

“He’s not even that great, he’s just… so good at lying, he-he made you think he was.” He declared, frowning like he was trying to understand the injustice, “And you-you tried to…I dunno, see the good in him. ‘cause you do that, you find the good in people.”

Sam’s gaze lingered, focused on Bucky’s expression, but it didn’t seem like the drunkenness allowed him to process the fact that Bucky was neither content nor comfortable with the conversation. After a few seconds of silence, Bucky spoke in a cold, partially upset tone.

“Why would I do that?” He asked out of genuine curiosity for Sam’s insight on the matter.

“’Cause you’re good!” The man replied with an instantly escalading smile, definitely not reading the room, but entirely confident in his own words, “You’re the goodest- no, that’s not…” He stopped himself by laughing at his own made up word, finally catching on how unintelligent he sounded.

“Alright.” James cut him off dryly, “Time for bed.”

But Sam was too invested in conveying his strong opinions to his friend, so he barely even heard him.

“His hair is dumb.” He continued naming Brock’s flaws, “And he’s the dumbest guy alive for treating you like that. ‘Cause you, you… God, if I…? If I had you-?”

Before he could stop stammering, Bucky raised his voice and interrupted him.

“Sam, go to sleep.”

Being too wasted to protest or even understand why Bucky was acting in such a way, Sam dropped his head down with exhaustion. He nodded in agreement of the fact that he should go to sleep, and plopped on the pillow behind him.

Sam was too far gone to consider the weight of his words. But even if he was sober, he would never know to what extent what he was about to say would hurt Bucky. Because Bucky had considered it before, years ago. He had thought, in his darkest days, that if only Sam liked men, if only Sam dared to look Bucky’s way like something more than a friend, perhaps Bucky could have had a shot at real love. He fantasized, long ago, that Sam’s love would be a breath of fresh air, that Sam could teach him what respect and real care could mean.

In his brightest days, however, before Brock, he had felt something beautiful. There were no selfish reasons, no wishful thinking, simply… something. Bucky had felt something beautiful towards his best friend, something that made him think perhaps he was capable of beautiful feelings, he was capable of loving selflessly. The problem was that if it ever came out into the light, and Sam found out, he wouldn’t reciprocate, and then Bucky would have risked everything. He decided, eventually, that Sam’s friendship was more important than his hope of becoming the kind of person who felt beautiful love.

That kind of confusion, Bucky hadn’t felt in years. Not since he shoved it all down his throat and pretended he had never even considered Sam as something other than just his best friend.

So, whatever Sam was about to say right there, Bucky refused to hear the end of that sentence.

[nctrenjunie]

Perfect lips~ Johnny (M)

Author: Sera

Genre: Smut

Comment: So guys, I know this took ages and if I´m honest, I´m not that proud about this one so I´m sorry I really don´t know why I had so much difficulties with this request. The anon who requested that I´m sorry if you don´t like it and if you want to request something new don´t hesitate :(

Request:

Johnny adored the way you swiftly moved your body over the workplace, filling up already used coffee cups with more of the dark brown fluid. He kept his gaze securely on you as you walked back to the counter with a tray full of empty cups. Opening the back door for you he followed behind you into the kitchen. He looked up the surroundings, the kitchen was empty except of you and him, cleaning the dishes silently. A comfortable silence it was. The little coffee shop both of you work at has always been a quite place. it was already late and the shop wasn't that full since it was almost closing time. 

He thought about telling you earlier, you, his best friend, that he fell in love with you but he just couldn't get the courage together to tell you. Still, he promised himself to do it today. It wasn't only the lack of courage but also the timing. He was pretty sure it isn't a one sided crush. Both of you have been friends since kindergarten, did everything together and even shared each other's first kiss in high school at someones birthday party. Even tho he knew the first shared kiss was only because of a dumb game the second one both of you shared last week was more intimate.

He remembered it clearly, not like you who wasn't sober enough to remember it. It was after the monthly employee reunion you had in the tiny coffee shop when you and some other co workers might have had a little to much of the red wine all of you shared. Knowing you arrived your limit as you stumbled around the kitchen Johnny picked you up, saying goodbyes to the others before leaving the shop.

“Oh what do I do with you Y/N. You never know your limits do you?”

“...stop nagging...I-I drank the same amount as..youuuu.”

“Well yes but you are tiny in comparison to me so obviously you get drunk if you drink as much as I drank today.”

Ignoring the way you pouted at his comment about the height gap between both of you Johnny kept nagging about your drinking habits until he finally arrived at your home. He laid you own the couch, turning his back to you as he looked for your painkillers.

“Ahhhh you are such an asshole Johnny...You with your broad shoulders and thousand meters of height...good, my god or should I ask satan? Why the hell is my best friend so hand...handsome.”

Johnny laughed at your drunk comment making his way to you with a glass of water and the painkillers he found in your bag. Gulping down the water and the pill you put the glass down on the coffee table before looking up to Johnny. You get up swaying, taking your best friends face in both of your hands before sitting down on his lap. The alcohol you had made you see him swirly, faintly; still, he looked fucking hot.

 “I-I didn't mean it as a joke...your..your face is a joke. Fuck youre gorgeous. Like, did you look in the mirror??”

You tilt your head eyeing Johnny while he starts to get serious, noticing that you are in fact not lying but just telling the truth in your drunken state. He puts his hands on your hips, looking into your eyes to look for some kind of amusement in them.

“Fuuuuck,I-I shouldn't think like that about my...my best friend”

You make a big break, letting your arms fall on his shoulders.

“But your fucking lips are fucking gorgeous and I really want to kiss them...even tho..you are a asshole but I also love you...somehow.”

Johnny is taken back by your words, seeing that you're not joking, he knew you too well to know you weren't. He kept his eyes fixed on you while you looked up at the ceiling, to distracted by the moving ceiling to look at him as he suddenly crashed his lips against yours. He pulled back, noticing what he did until you took his face back into your hands, locking your eyes with his before kissing him back softly. It went all way to fast, leaving you both out of breath from the beginning to the end of the kiss. You looked at him lovingly as you eyes slowly closed. 

“you are allowed to love me too if you want and if you don't...just forget it because I probably will...and...and I think it's gonna be hella embara-”

His alarm brought him back out of his thoughts, still remembering how you drifted into a long sleep. Looking at the clock he went out of the kitchen, closing the shop before leaving out a sigh from his tiredness and his worries about confessing tonight. It was already dark but the city still illuminated by all the neon lights. He took a last breath before heading into the kitchen to join you. Joining you silently next to the sink he smiled down at how small you looked next to him. You noticed looking up at him with a pout making him laugh and pat your head before bringing his head back down to dry the dishes.

“Yahh you're always making fun of me but you're the real joke here you...fucking giant.”

“You're always complaining about my height but once you need the cereal from the top of the shelf you come back to me asking for my help.”

You scuff at his comment, flustered a little by his words while going back to washing the dishes. Silence storms back over both of you and Johnny looks around again, preparing himself for what's to come. He looks down at you with a nervous smile before finally speaking up.

“Y/N you know, there's something I have to tell you…” 

You look up at him, nodding to him for him to continue as you dry your hands. Your ringtone suddenly goes up before he can speak out his other words.  You look at him apologizing while whispering a small “Just a second” before picking up. Johnny nods back to you, moving his head down and cursing a small “shit” under his breath. Noticing the confused noises you let out Johnny looks back at you seeing your even more confused facial expression. Asking you silently whos on the phone and what's going on you answer the caller with a “Yes, yes well be there in half an hour.” before hanging up and sighing loud. 

“Fuck, do you know what we forgot, my friends birthday. She just asked where we at, we should hurry up.”

Remembering the birthday of your mutual friend Johnny also leaves out a sigh before getting ready as well as you. Finally locking up the shop you join him in the car before driving down the road. The drive is silent as you look down on your phone while Johnny drives. Looking up you eye him from the side, admiring his beautiful features that are aesthetically brought out by the bright street lights in the dark night. You don't notice him stop the car at a red light until he looks to you. Your eyes meet before you panicky look down on your phone again. Getting flustered from your reaction Johnny remembers what he wanted to tell you earlier.

“ Y/N about the thing that I wanted to tell you earlier...I- how should I put..I lo-”

The last two words he wanted to say out loud were interrupted, again, this time by a loud honk from the car behind whilst the driver from the car next to him cussed at him, telling him to fucking move since the lights changed to green. With an annoying look Johnny cusses back at them before he continues to drive the car.

Looking at him a little shocked and how tensed he appeared you where about to ask if everything is okay but before you could mention it both of you arrived at your friends house. Silently entering the house both of you were greeted by bright party lights and the smell of alcohol. Your friend the greeted you both with a hug and a cheeky smile that was mostly like this because of the already consumed alcohol in her body. Dragging both of you into the living room you were greeted by more people. A mildly cold beer was pressed in your palm as you sat down with Johnny next to your right side. Johnny didn't lose his goal out of his mind, frequently eyeing you while you talked to some people seated in the round until he could find a good excuse to talk to you privately. The first attempt to ask you if you could talk for a minute failed as a guy introduced himself to you and the second one failed as the same guy pushed him away, setting himself between both of them before continuing his talk with you.

Trying out to figure out the situation Johnny sat silently next to both of you, witnessing the pitiful flirt attempts the boy next to him tried on you. He noticed the smile that was plastered on your lips even tho it looked a little awkward. too plastic to be real. He knew you wouldn't be interested in this neve wrecking guy you were talking to, could you? Doubt filled Johnnys mind as he kept looking at you, not even hiding the jealous gaze he had on both of you anymore. You noticed how Johnnys eyes glittered as you tried to get a hold of his gaze to see if he could help you to get out of this conversation. Still, he seemed like hypnotized as he watched both of you, his hand gripping tighter around the glass bottle he held. Johnny decided it was finally enough as he saw the guys hand slowly trace over your knee, noticing how uncomfortable your small appearance looked. Slamming the bottle beer on the little table in front of him he stood up, grabbing you by your arm.

“Don't touch her, if you didn't get the message from her looks now you know, shes mine.”

You looked at him shocked as he spoke out his words with gritted teeth to the guy before pulling you along into one of the empty rooms. Locking the door behind both of you he slammed you against the wall, looking at your perplexed face from his temper. Yes you were shocked but it also turned you extremely on seeing him angry, eyes filled with jealousy, possessiveness and lust. From behind the door you could hear your friend calling, bringing you to look to the door. Suddenly smashing his left hand into the wall next to you his other one moves up to your chin to move it in his direction. Your attention is back on him as you he lowers his head so you could feel his hot breath against your lips. Here you are again, looking down at his perfect pink lips, drifting away in your thoughts as you feel yourself getting filled with lust. Your gaze moved back to him again as you felt his knee suddenly rub between your legs against your core to get your attention.

“Fuck Y/N, is it so hard to get your attention? I've been asking for it the whole day yet you always get distracted by something else but once I put my knee between your thighs you finally react. Do I have your attention now baby girl?”

You are taken aback by his words, feeling arousal drive thru your body as you look up at him. Johnny notices the change in your eyes as he starts to rub his knee against your core, looking how you try to suppress small whimpers whilst closing your eyes and pressing your lips together.

“You like that? I didn't know you were so dirty baby. Getting wet from feeling my knee rub against your core and listening to my words.” 

You didn't know too, how easily he could turn you on. Johnny smirked at your small self. Loving the fact that he was way bigger than you and from up here he had the perfect view of your face. He put his hands on your waist whilst keeping the movement of his knee against your core in a comfortable pace. The way you laid your head against the wall gave him the perfect access to your neck as he started to lick on it before leaving little love bites on your skin. He then switched to soft kisses that were sill rough enough to leave purple hickeys on your skin. You left out a loud moan, feeling your pussy getting wetter by every second that passed.

“Baby, I didn't know such lewd noises could leave your mouth. Don't hesitate baby, keep on moaning so I can listen to those not so innocent soft noises.”

Your shy self crumbled away as you started to let your moans freely fill the room whilst Johnnys hands started to undress you little by little until you stood naked in front of him. He seemed king of intimidating, all clothes still on his giant body and his broad shoulders. 

“Lay on the bed baby, I'm going to take good care of you.”

He smirked down at you before you made your way to the bed, eyeing him as he undressed himself. The warmth from his body wasn't that long gone since he joined you on the bed, pulling your body close to his. No words were spoken as you wrapped your hands around his shoulders whilst sweet sloppy kisses were placed all over your torso. You could feel his big dick against your thigh. How could this possibly fit into you? Johnny elegantly moved his long slender fingers over your body, down to your core before tracing them over your wet slit. 

“Can I baby?” You nodded, feeling his thumb touch over your clit, putting pressure on it. Naughty moans you didn't know your mouth could produce spilled out of your mouth, feeling the pressure against your clit and one finger slowly entering your hole. You moaned out his name as he pulled the finger out again. Repeating it slowly you felt yourself being on the edge of your orgasm. Before you could cum you pulled your arm down to your core, holding his hand still in his movements. Johnny looked down at you questionably.

“I-I want to cum with you.”

A Big smile plastered over his lips, hearing your words. Kissing your cheek he started to palm his already aroused member, throwing his head back and leaving out a pair of groans. He pulled you closer, one hand on your cheek and the other one securely wrapped around your waist as he positioned his member in front of your hole.

“Are you sure you want to do it? I know it's your first time honey, we can stop if you aren't ready yet?”

You loved how caring he was but right now it just annoyed you. Looking at the way his pink perfect lips spoke out words you wondered why they haven't been on your lips yet.

“I'm ready, and I want to do it now. So please fuck me and crash your perfect fucking lips against mine.”

With your words Johnny slowly entered you, feeling how tight you were around him. Moving slowly inside of you he crashes his lips finally against yours, making the pain from your first time slip away faster as you concentrate on the feeling of his lips against yours. Johnny waits a moment before he keeps on moving, waiting for your allowance as you whisper against his lips.

“Yes, yes you can move baby but don't leave my lips.”

With a smirk Johnny starts to move himself back out and in again, repeating his movements whilst both of your moans hit each other through the kisses you share. Soon the pleasure takes over all the pain and all that's left is loved lust that fills your body. You want more, shocked at yourself but to caught up in the moment to care. Red marks are starting to splatter his back as you trace your fingernails over his back, pulling him closer whilst his lips are still the closest to you, carefully glued to yours. You ask him to go harder, wanting to feel him even more. His hips ram into you as you feel yourself back at the edge. With two more thrusts you move your mouth away from his, moaning out his name as you cum. Johnny kisses your temple as he keeps thrusting inside of you. Suddenly moving all out of you, he palms his dick before white cum spills all over your core. 

Johnny kisses you one last time before laying down next to you, taking your sweaty body in his arms. 

“The thing I wanted to tell you Y/N, I-”

“I love you Johnny.”

“Are you fucking kidding me now, I mean yes I do too but I was about to confess. Why is always something interrupting me? Ahh fuck it.”

[himbofreddynewandyke]

creamsicle, freddy being nervous and larry wishing he could help

Larry usually prefered lengthy foreplay sessions, but when they'd broken apart right after their first kiss, Orange had hissed desperately "fuck me, please, fuck me" into his ear, far more urgently than the situation required, and Larry was prepared to give the kid whatever he wanted, however he wanted it.

Orange was on Larry's bed, stripping his own clothes and clumsily getting on all fours. Larry slide a lubed finger into him, feeling slightly disheartened at how rushed this all was, how quickly it seemed to be going, but determined to made it as good for Orange as he could.

Then the kid looked back at him and Larry could see a streak of fear on his features, and that made him stop. Fuck, he should've just gotten orange in bed, kissed him stupid and then blown him. Larry eased his fingers out, unsure what to do now. When he realised Larry had paused Orange said, his voice cracking, "fuck me, man, c'mon". "In a moment," Larry said, and pulled the younger man up to a sitting position, "you're too tense, you always look so fucking nervous, we gotta get you relaxed if this is gonna happen, alright?" and orange fell into his arms but looked away. Larry usually considered himself a great judge at reading people’s body language, it was a skill he'd honed in his profession, but he couldn't tell what was on oranges mind – the kid still had that look of fear on his face, along with the twitchy tension he always had that he tried to hide behind a tough guy facade, and Larry wondered what was causing it – worry about the upcoming heist? That they were breaking Joe's stupid rule about not knowing each other? Being with another man? The fear that they might be caught, be outed?

Larry kissed him for a bit, the kid seemed to really like that, but still the tension never left his body, and after a while he begged to be fucked again. "You good?" Larry asked. "I'm good, I’m good, I'm cool." Orange replied, seeming more like he was trying to convince himself than Larry, then getting onto his hands and knees again.

Larry stretched him and slowly fed his cock into his arse, rubbing the kids back to try and make it easier. Larry fucked him at a steady pace, Orange was making moans, and then a whimper and he shoved his own fist into his mouth, trying to stop the noises from coming out. Larry was mildly alarmed at that, but didn't know what to do so just ignored it. Part of him wished he hadn't agreed to this, the whole thing felt off, wrong somehow, but it was what Orange wanted and Larry was going to oblige him.

Afterwards he lit two cigarettes and then shoved one into orange's mouth. The kid was slightly dazed post sex, but still had that frightened look about him. Larry wondered if he would ever be able to get it off of him, whatever was burdening him so much. Larry gave the kid his space, both on them smoking silently against the headboard, until orange said in a small voice "hey?". Larry gave a grunt and nod as reply, and orange said, eyes to the side, "could you please hold me?" "of course" Larry answered, shuffling closer to the younger man, putting an arm around him and bringing him in, mentally kicking himself for not doing this initially. Fuck, the kid's heartbeat was racing, he was giving Larry the impression of a cornered animal, and there was nothing Larry could do other than rub his back and try to soothe him.

They stayed like that for a while, orange against larry’s side with his head on his shoulder, then Larry stretched, exhausted. "you wanna stay the night?" he said casually, trying not to sound too hopeful. Maybe he should've, because Orange quickly pulled himself back and started to get outta bed, looking for his clothes "nah ... nah, I gotta get going. I got something – some stuff to do."

Larry didn't expect Orange to come back. He'd had it before happen with other guys, one night of passion with another man and then they were scared off. It hurt, but he could understand it, the need for survival weighing out over their desires. Orange was just going to avoid him until the heist and then they'd all go their seperate ways But the next afternoon Larry got a phonecall, Orange asking "Can i come over?". His voice sounded croaky, as if he’d just woken up

When the door knocked Larry undid his locks and latches, greeting Orange with a "hey", and orange started to say something as he was coming in "hey man I-" but Larry cut him off. "my name's Larry, ok?" orange nodded, "Larry" he said, and then again "Larry", as if he were testing out how it sounded. Larry hid his disappointment in not getting orange's name in return.

This time Larry took his time, the kid was still so tense and jumpy, tho he tried to hide it. Larry had him on his bed, kissed him thoroughly, until he was warm butter, melting in Larry's arms. There was still this nervous tension about him though, which Larry badly wished he could dissolve. Something about the kid brought out Larry's soft side, made him want to protect and nurture him, want to calm his fears.. "Look kiddo, whatever you're worried about, it'll be ok. The diamond job will go fine, Joe might seem like a hardarse but once it's over he'll be singing your praises" Orange didn't meet his eye. "i'm not worried" he said, chewing on his lower lip. "it's ok," larry continued, "whatever's got you so beat up, this job, fucking around with a guy, fucking around with me, it's ok, it'll all be ok." Orange continued worrying his own lip, and it was clear that Larry wasn't going to convince him, so he dropped the subject, opted instead to keep kissing him, sliding his hands under Orange's shirt while Orange unbuttoned his, the kid making sweet lil sighs into his mouth as their bare chests touched.

Once their pants were off Larry squirted some lube into his palm, and orange made to roll over, but Larry stopped him, "gonna do it like this tonight, ok?" he said, grabbing Orange's dick and started stroking it, and Orange nodded.

Larry was gonna give this guy the best handjob of his life, and it looked like he was succeeding, Orange had his head tossed back and was making soft moans, which turned into loud whines. His fist went to his mouth again "hey, hey" Larry said, and gently took the fist out, "c'mon baby, I wanna hear you" n there was a brief flash of panic on the kid's face but he didn't shove his hand back, letting soft whimpers fall out again as Larry worked his cock with one hand, and with the other rubbed one of his nipples, giving it a light pinch when Orange leaned into his touch. "God you're beautiful baby" and the kid let out a low moan. Larry moved up so their faces were closer "you like that, being called baby?" Orange nodded, his lidded eyes were almost closed, no longer self conscious about the sounds he was making or the way he was withering under Larrys touch. A couple times Larry swore he heard the kid whimper his name, still sounding like he was trying it out, practicing it. Larry feeling a thrill of victory that he'd gotten him to start to relax, let some of his walls down. After Larry made him come Orange returned the favour, jacking Larrys dick with a mixture of the lube off his dick and his own cum, sucking at Larrys neck and kissing over his collarbone, Larry didn't know whether it was the hand on his dick or the kid's enthusiasm that got him off more.

Then Orange was nestled sleepily under his arm and against his side, his eyes shut, and Larry pushed his hair out of his face, "you look good with your hair back" he muttered, his own tiredness catching up to him. He'd have to teach the kid how to comb it properly, with a bit of wax, stop those stupid bangs falling onto his face.

They rest like that for a while, and then Larry looks down at Orange, the kid's eyes were open, and he whispered "thanks" at Larry, gave him a quick kiss, then started to get up, looking like he was about to bolt out the door. "hey" larry grabbed his arm gently, not wanting the gesture to seem controlling, "stay the night" and Larry saw the it again, the fear in the kids eyes, like a fox caught in a trap, and expected him to insist on leaving, make up another excuse, but instead he said "alright" and got back into bed, slowly moving over to his previous position on Larrys side, cautiously, like he for some reason expected Larry to lash out. With a stab in his heart Larry wondered if it was him orange was scared of, if he'd been too overzealous in bragging about his criminal exploits this week, if Orange was wary that Larry was gonna smash his fingers if the kid upset him. He waited til Orange was pressed against him, the kids breathing ragged and heavy, and turned slightly, so he could whisper to him "I'm never gonna hurt you, you know that, right?" Orange didn't reply, but nuzzled closer, and Larry took that for an answer.

[mendesnecessary]

Drinking it till you’re making it

A/n: So it's been a long since I didn’t post nothing, huh, but guess I’m back with a LatinBlack!Reader. I never give so many details about skin and hair in my pieces, cause I think it’s easy for all my readers to feel represented (at least this is how it works when I’m reading something here), but somehow I felt like I should this time, cause we’re always so so consumed by some stereotypes that even if the story doesn’t have details we imagine it like the cmon ones: skinny, blonde, north american etc. So I hope we can change that with time and create a place where everyone can feel home <3 

Word count: 1.873

‘Gotta raise a little hell’

The strong beat keeps going. It was a tough day for him at the studio, everything that Shawn wanted was to take a good bath and rest as much as possible in his king size bed.

Well, it sounded a little impossible once his neighbor started listening to loud music, he took his time, took also a bath waiting for by the time he ended she was done with songs, but it only got worse.

She went from Rihanna to some kind of rock bass that was eating his patience.

He checked his clock three or four times before giving up and putting a white shirt, walking to her door.

And don't get him wrong, Shawn is very very patient, but man all he wanted to do was rest. Does she know that there's someone besides her on this damn floor?

And there she was. Shawn remembered her name, but he didn't remember how beautiful she was without the black makeup.

Y/n was what Shawn would call soft gothic. She used to look cute into the ripped black jeans and oversized 90’s band shirt. Her curly hair sometimes on top of her head in a messy bum and sometimes all over her shoulders catching people’s attention.

She definitely didn't listen to his music. Does she know who I am?? That was the question hovering above his mind the first time they bump into each other in the elevator.

And somehow she knew or at least knew that he was famous.

They never really talked too much, she was always late and he was always busy. 

They were very distinct polos. Never on the same page of the book, if possible never even in the same book.

He rang the bell one, two, three, four times before she opened the door. An oversized shirt, just like always, but this time no ripped jeans.

Is she even wearing something underneath??

A glass of wine in hands and a tired look.

“Hey, y/n...” he smiles when she raises her brows. Somehow Shawn couldn't bring himself to just ask her to turn the music off. He wanted to stare a little more, see her curious and tired eyes studying his figure. “How you doing?”

“I’m doing hella bad, what about you, boy-next-door?” she takes a sip of the red drink and he can't take his eyes off of how her lips get wet and slightly pink.

“I’m ok, I guess..”

“Are you sure you're okay, cause it's like 3 am and you're at my door. I would say there's something going on”

“I was just curious about the song name...the song playing” he points to the inside of her house. She laughs, clearly seeing that it was nothing about the song title.

“It’s too loud, right?!” She shifts her weight to only one foot. “I am sooo sooo sorry, I thought you were traveling again, you always out. Plus, I had a really shit day...I mean, this guy that made pair with me in one of our calculus class he just took the project that I did all by myself and told the professor that it was his idea”

“Wow, what a dick” Shawn comments not knowing what he was really supposed to say.

“I know right?!! And then I went to work and somehow someone manages to spill coffee in my clothes, it was damn hard to keep the patient”

“Oh, you work at a coffee shop?”

“Something like that, it’s a library and a coffee shop altogether, I was going to try a place relates with engineer since I'm at the appropriate year of my studies, but this bastard just took it from me by saying that it was his own project”

She sights trying to keep cool, her right hand was already clenched into fists.

Did she beat him up?!

Oh, Shawn wishes she did.

“It’s the equivalent of you writing a really good song but there's this new singer and he took it all for himself, he got the credit, the fans and he even creates a fake story to seem real. Wouldn't you be pissed?!”

“One hundred percent” Shawn nods.

“I’m sorry, you came up to ask me to turn down the music and I'm rambling about my damn day”

“No, it's okay, it’s fine.”

She knew he was the typical educated Canadian, he wouldn't be rude or say something that could possibly sound like.

“I’m gonna turn it off, so you can sleep better. Sorry for the mess.” she apologizes and Shawn smiles with the way her eyes faced the ground like a puppy.

“’S okay”

“Good night, Mendes” he stops for some minutes appreciating the way she pronounced his last name. Men-diS. Shawn swears he could hear her accent slip like that for all day long.

“Good night, y/n, hope you have a better day when you wake up today.”

She nods and the last thing he sees is her lips parted in a smile before the door closes.

Shawn went back to his own door that night, the music turned off and the silent night taking his sleep.

After that day they would exchange more than a ”good morning” in the elevator and every time her sound was too loud he knew that it was a bad day, so he would knock her door and let her tell about, seeing how much she felt better just by putting all the bad events out.

Now they were more than just y/n and Shawn, they could call each other friends, not really close friends but still friends. The kind of who makes sure you feel better when they can.

It was a Friday night, probably around midnight when Killer queen started playing. Shawn instantly knowing it had been a harsh day for her. After all this time he manages to know that once she’s listening to Queen she really needs to rest, she had told about how it is her favorite band.

 So the Canadian decides that it wasn’t a door-talk day, he slips his feet in the flip flops and goes straight to his kitchen, looking for one of his favorite bottle of wine. Shawn then makes his way to her door, ringing the bell. Y/n answers after the fourth ring. 

‘Dynamite with a laser beam’

She shows up, just like the other nights wearing only an oversized shirt. The Queen symbol in the black fabric, her hair hanging curly in her shoulders making a perfect contrast with her dark skin. 

“One of those days?” he asks and she smiles before nodding her head in a negative response.

“No really, it’s just tiredness in a whole new level.” 

“I brought the wine” 

“I’ll only let you get inside because of that” she jokes before both explode in laughs.

Her apartment, for his surprise, looks a little like his, besides the paintings hanging on the wall. Very colorful paintings. And even tho he would put her in the ‘soft gothic’ box, the colors and the decoration looks like her.

“You seem really tired too” she comments plotting her body in the sofa and pointing to the kitchen, so he could take a new glass for him.

“I am, in fact” he answers once he comes back from the room with the glass already full of red wine. 

He fills y/n’s cup before letting the bottle in the coffee table. She hugs a pillow in from of her body giving him a long stare.

“And whys that?” 

“My best friend broke his arm so I was with him in the hospital all day and night long.” 

“Damn, is he alright now?” 

“Yup, he will get better soon, hopefully,” Shawn sips his drink facing the fireplace and how it brings a comfortable atmosphere to the room. “and what about you? Are you tired because of the university?” 

“Yeah, sometimes I wish to be a rockstar just like you, bro” she sighs making her best drama face, Shawn laughs.

“Woman, it’s not that easy. Some days I wish to be a college student just like you” he repeats her sentence using it for his own.

“We can change life whenever you’re cool with it, do you think you fans would be okay with me on the stage? Would they like me?” 

“Who doesn’t?” He asks in a moment of slip. Her brows furrowing and her lips curving a little after processing what he just said.

“Well, sometimes I can’t even handle myself”

“I know, these are the days that I knock in your door and we talk and talk till you feel tired enough and go to sleep” 

She smiles with the memories. Tiredness and sadness have never been healed in a better way. Y/n sits up, taking her glass in hands and sipping the red wine. It’s a new kind of sweet for her palate. 

“Damn, Mendes, this is a whole new level. Where did you take these?”

“I know right?! It was from one of my travels to Italy,” he responds, happier than ever about how she was so comfy around him. 

“What do you have from my home country?” she lets the glass in the coffee table and takes the popcorn bowl in hands, walking to his side on the sofa. 

Shawn gazes at her naked legs, the skin there seemed so soft.

“I- uh...I have this book, it’s called ‘Love in times of cholera’ I bought it even tho I’m not too much into reading, but it seemed a nice name and when I googled it I saw that it was from an important Colombian author.”

“El amor em los tiempos del cólera” she sits by his side with a tooth grim. “It’s from Gabriel Garcia Marquez, such a damn well-written piece” 

Y/n extends the popcorn bowl to Shawn and he takes some in his big hands.

“Fuck I love when you speak something in Spanish, it’s so cute” 

“Oh, gracias, mi amigo”

“Amigo” he repeats slowly and she nods, holding back a smile. “It means friend, right?” 

“Sí” she keeps teasing with that amused look on her face. 

“So you just friend zoned me?” 

“What?! No, bro” 

“Oh, so now you just ‘bro’ me”

They exchange glances at each other and start laughing. 

“We’ve been having these wine drunk talks, that’s the kind of thing that I imagined to do with a lover, not a friend if you want to be a friend that’s okay for me, bu...” Shawn stops her rambling by placing his lips on hers.

Y/n smiles between that touch before deepening the kiss, feeling his soft and wine taste lips. Shawn’s hands hold her body close, practically molding her into his hands, but once the song changes y/n departs.

“This playlist is from my Spotify suggestion, is that your voice singing Under pressure?” She looks at him with wide eyes and this curve in her lips, almost a smile. 

“That’s what I was going to tell you”

“You’re definitely in my lover zone”

“Hope I’m the only one” he teases approaching again, she grins. 

“Since the first knock on my door” She kisses his lips again, not ready to let go of the feeling that he brought to her whole body. 

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i read through all the 'get to know me uncomfortably well' questions and honestly i couldn't pick because i'd love your answers to any of them so idk just answer the ones you feel like answering? is that allowed in these ask games? idk i'm making it allowed (also have a great day!) xx

Hi!!!!!! Oh my god you’re blessing my night with this message because let’s say... I haven't had the best day today, and I’m sure that’s allowed in these ask things, i mean are there even rules? I do’t know how many i’ll be able to answer but I’m going all in so let’s go

2. How old are you? 19 such an ugly age let me tell you

4. What is your zodiac sign? taurus and i’m not really into astrology and stuff so i don’t know if i can relate to my sign or not

5. What is your favorite color? i really like earthy tones, and i’ve always loved dark colors but i’m trying to broaden my horizons in terms of colors, unsuccessfully this far

6. What's your lucky number? i’m not sure if it brings me luck but i’ve always loved the number 5, maybe bc it’s my birthday, i think it’s really nice overall

7. Do you have any pets? yes!! i have 2 cats, i love them so much even though they’re not the friendliest cats in the world you know. I used to have fish but they kept dying not matter how hard i tried! It makes me a little sad but in the end it was just too much work and if i wasn’t able to take care of them properly i’d rather have no fish honestly

8. Where are you from? i don’t like to say these things but i think it’s pretty obvious if you pay a little attention to what i post every once in a while

9. How tall are you?i’m 1.64 or so, which is like… 5.3-5.4??? I’d like to be a little taller tho

11. How many pairs of shoes do you own? I don’t own many, this year i bought some winter shoes but i just realised all my summer ones are either a little too used or i just don’t like their style anymore so yeah i should do some shopping (if only i had time to do that hah!)

12. What was your last dream about? i don’t remember very well but i think i saw my economics teacher riding a bike with no pants after i’d been fined by the police for having a water balloon war in the middle of the street, I wasn’t happy about that. I’ve had many dreams i was able to remember these last days, but they were more like nightmares i’d say, many of them about being kidnaped, other studies-related (i failed my math test again, i had to retake my college-access test… just terrible), and other were with people i actually know, which wasn’t the best thing ever honestly

15. Favorite song? Plant life by owl city, i’m going to paste the answer i wrote to explain why it’s my favorite (Plant Life by Owl City, that song just describes my soul at a spiritual level, like I could choose 1564 other songs by Owl City that describe me as well but this one is the one that I can relate to when i’m going through the worst times, but also gives me the hope that things will get better idk. And it’s funny because I still loved it before I had the level of English to understand the lyrics, and then I found out what they meant and i was like “woah this actually speaks to me in a way i can’t explain” it was a really weird feeling idk, that song is just me)

16. Favorite movie? billy elliot, actually it’s been a really long time since i last saw it. I remember i watched it like 7 times in a row in one week when i first saw it, i just loved it so much

17. Who would be your ideal partner? Just… someone that i’m 100% comfortable with, which should be a given, but apparently that isn’t that easy to find. Idk i’ve been thinking a lot about this lately basically because some of my coming decisions are going to be based on who i want as a partner, obviously not in a serious-for-life way, but in a way that i deserve right now. I’d like to have someone that doesn’t make me feel inadequate like almost everyone does, that doesn’t make me feel like a temporary asset in their life until they get want they want for me and just don’t care anymore. I don’t know, recent experiences have made me realise I need to figure out what I want and fight for it, not settle for someone just because it’s convenient, or because i don’t want to be alone... because in the end, if someone is making you feel like shit for being who you are and it’s acting like you are not important, even though they’re willing to be with you (even if it’s just for the physical part) that clearly makes you feel even more lonely

18. Do you want children? I’d say my #1 fear in life is getting accidentally pregnant (i know that shouldn’t worry me that much if i use protection and stuff), i meant a good reason i’m so wary of having sex is because i’d go crazy just considering the possibility that the condom failed or something. I think this answers the question, i really don’t want children, idk if i’d be able to take care of a kid, and above all, i don’t want to. Every time i see a kid in the street or in the public transport i pray he/she doesn’t interact with me because i just find it so so so difficult to be nice to them, basically because i don’t know how . Then i also look at their parents, their tired look, and don’t get me wrong, I’m sure they love their kids and all but I don’t think everyone can find happiness in having kids, and I don’t think I’m one of those people that won’t feel complete until they have kids or stuff. Furthermore, I’m not willing to sacrifice my body and to suffer the pain of giving birth, that doesn’t even cross my mind. So if I consider the possibility in the future i think I’d adopt.

20. Are you religious? I already answered this so I’ll just paste it I’m sorry this is so lazy (i was raised catholic and as a child i was really really devote, i truly believed in god. But you know, as years go by, then you find out you don’t agree with a lot of things the Church preaches (being in a catholic school doesn’t help, i will never forget the day i heard a priest telling literal 7-year-old girls that their only duty in life was to have children). My environment was really really conservative and I was lucky to somehow realise how fucking wrong some of the stuff they were teaching us was, sadly, i still see a lot of kids in my school being brainwashed… it’s crazy to see the way some families think. Anyways, that contributed to me getting distanced from everything religious-related. Now i could say i’m somewhere between agnostic and non-practicing. I still pray every once in a while but i’m not sure if i truly believe it or it’s just out of custom, i just feel too hopeless and detached from everything to believe there’s something greater than us… this question is too hard!)

24. Baths or showers? I used to hate taking showers just because I didn’t have the strength to go through all the process of taking a shower but I’ve been trying to fix this mainly because 1) Personal Hygiene and stuff 2) Even though i don’t have the willpower to do it, i always try to think about how nice it feels to be clean after a shower, or how relaxed you are (even if it’s for a short period of time) after taking a bath. So yeah I don’t like either of them but they’re obviously necessary

26. Have you ever been famous? I haven’t been famous but I’ve been mistaken for a famous people more than once. The first time i was very young and a man asked me if i was that girl (idk who) that was on tv and I said no, and the other was more recent, last year, when someone mistook me for a youtuber

28. What type of music do you like? I love instrumental music, specially orchestral but i also adore celtic themes. And i hate to admit it but i love electro pop, the owl city - type, even though many people (aka my dad) may think it’s not the Best Quality, but i mean who cares at least I enjoy it

33. What do you typically have for breakfast? I’m a mess so most of the time I have a coffee so I don’t die of tiredness throughout the day and if i have time i eat some fruit and cookies, not a lot honestly, which isn’t the most healthy thing to do but hey idc

34. Have you ever fired a gun? No. I really, really hate guns.

37. Favorite swear word? I never swear in public, just when I’m alone, I don’t think I can choose any word!

38. What's the longest you've ever gone without sleep? Maybe 24 hours, the thing is that i sleep very, very little, but i always end up sleeping anyway

41. Are you a good liar? Even when I’m actually telling the truth there are people who don’t believe me so yeah hah not really

42. Are you a good judge of character? i’m really good at getting the vibes of people, sometimes i think i’m just overreading everything but a high percentage of the time i end up being right, so yeah not only regarding people but also with other aspects of my life… i like to trust my gut. However, i don’t always say it bc i’m afraid i might be wrong, but when my suspicions are proven, I’m like yeah i was right how weird hahahahhhhhhhhh, i amaze myself in this aspect honestly

46. What is your personality type? i think i’m intj, but i remember retaking the test a few months later and getting another result but yeah i can relate to the architect type, introvert, cautelous, focused on analysing rather than acting blah blah all that stuff (i love this stuff)

49. Are you an innie or an outie? Innie 4 life, because I’ve tried to force myself to be more outie and let me tell you that didn’t go well

50. Left or right handed? left!!!

51. Are you scared of spiders? I’m really scared of them but i also cry every time i kill one bc i feel sorry for her (but it’s either my life or hers i’m sorry) although most of the time when i see i spider i face my fear and i put in in a box or something to release it outside

52. Favorite food? i’d eat ice cream every day of my life for every meal all the time just give me all the ice cream

58. Do you have much of an ego? My ego is so tiny sometimes i forget it exists and let people step on it like it’s nothing

61. Do you sing to yourself? I perform to myself, i love singing alone in my room. I used to care about my neighbour hearing me but you only live once right

62. Are you a good singer? i wouldn't say i’m a bad singer, nor a good one bc the problem is that my voice is not very strong, so it’s very hard to hear me. But yeah, i’ve been complimented for my singing in some occasions, and i really enjoy doing it on my own (i still don’y know how i was able to sing in public the only time i have done it)

63. Biggest Fear? that i’ll keep missing stuff due to my anxiety, oh that and having unwanted kids obviously

64. Are you a gossip? it’s always interesting to hear stuff and be aware of what happens around you but i‘ve always said that things would be better if everyone just… minded their own business a little bit more, you can’t get mad at someone if they don’t want to tell you something, it’s their life and they don’t owe you all the explanations after all

66. Do you like long or short hair? i have really long hair and i’d love it if it wasn’t so so so hard to maintain… i’m pretty tired of it honestly and i know i said i’d be cutting and donating it this year but… it’s such a part of my identity (which is so silly but it’s true, i’m introduced to some people as “the girl with really long hair”) and… i don’t know i think i’ve enough changes this year, so i’ll keep it for a little longer

70. Have you ever been scuba diving? i’m so scared of the sea i think i’d die

71. What makes you nervous? sadly, even the most insignificant stuff makes me nervous, and apparently, ignoring them doesn’t mae them disapear! so yeah i’m basically suffering at all times due to stupid stuff, i’ve just learned to ignore it enough so it doesn’t interfere with the rest of my life (most of the time it works but it’s mentally draining now that i think about it)

77. Have you ever drank underage? I’m one of those people that can say that never drank alcohol until it was legal for me to do it, I didn’t do it even when my mom offered me something at family gatherings… yeah i think that’s the reason i drink so much now

80. How many piercings do you have? I don’t like piercings for myself (i obviously don’t have a problem with other people having them) but i just think it’s an unnecessary way of mutilating yourself (i hate needles)

86. What are you allergic to? Ironically, I’m allergic to cats, even though i have 2. It comes and goes, and it’s not serious, i sneeze a lot, my eyes itch a little sometimes, but i’m willing to pay that price for my cats honestly

87. Do you keep a journal? I do, but it’s been months since i last wrote mainly because i always feel like shit after writing, so now i can’t bring myself to do it, that’s why i post so much about my personal life in here, because i’m not able to journal but i also don’t want to forget about what happens in my life

90. What makes you angry? Anger is a weird concept for me. I get angry very often, but I’m angry in general, not at anyone in particular, I just find myself unable to get mad at someone, the anger instantaneously turns into sadness, so I don’t know what’s worse. If I’m being mean to someone (most of the time my parents are the victims) it’s not because of them, I’m just angry for no reason and I just can’t keep being nice.

Hey congratualtions if you made it till the end, i was really bored so i answered a lot. Thanks for the message again 🐱🐱🐱🌳🌳🌳

[the-mf-bread-babies]

1/8/20

VOLUME FOUR, PART TWO~!

WHO ELSE IS WRITING IT?! ROCCO NORTH, BABY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

CHAPTER ONE

I CHANGED MY MIND HE DOESN'T GET KIDNAPPED lmao

After their work in protecting the house, the family went to bed. Well, except for Aaron, who watched Damon sleep just in case he died or anything.

The next morning, they woke up peacefully, to the sound of–

EXPLOOOSIIOOONNSSS!!!

Well, SHIT !!! Aaron, passed out from tiredness was still sleeping on the floor, though. “Aaron!! Wake the hell up, there's bombs!!” Damon shouted, repeatedly slapping Aaron's face. “Huh…?” Damon gave up and dragged his dad across the bedroom floor. “Hey, hey, I can walk, dude,” Aaron assured, slowly standing up.

A loud boom echoed throughout the house, alerting them even more. Although, it didn't seem like it came from an explosive, but rather, an impact. Their first thoughts were that NULL was using a battering ram on their front door.

The family assembled in the basement, equipped with weapons and protection. “So, what the hell's goin’ on now?” Gabriel asked. “Man, I thought you were gonna explain it or something.” Damon sighed as he looked at the others. “Dennis?” “I literally was friggin’ shaving when I heard the sounds?” he uselessly explained. “I was performing satanic rituals for the plants.” Lan confessed. “Okay, dad, but seriously, where are these guys?” Aaron grumbled, rubbing his forehead.

CRASH!

A hole formed in the stone basement ceiling as it came crashing down, sunlight shining into the area. A small woman whose grey hair covered her whole body to her knees swiftly emerged from the rubble, dusting herself off and hopping back outside.

“Who. Who was that.” Gabriel asked. “Do we have banshees here?” Lan added. “To my knowledge, the only ghosts related to Irish folklore in this house are the deer leg ladies and the lady who keeps using the washing machine to wash medieval armor.” Aaron explained. “Other than that, nada,”

The family halted their conversation as they heard the sound of multiple people screaming for their lives. “Okay, well, what's that?” Gabriel asked. “I– Dad, I don't even know where the rubble lady came from!” Aaron whined, the screaming still in the background.

ace: “die, bitches!”

“Yeah, pretty sure that's not NULL,” Lan pointed out. “Their agents get shot on sight after using foul language.” He revealed. “Really?” Damon asked, thinking about how bad of an agent he would be if he was recruited. “No, I just made that up.” Lan confessed, smirking. “Why…” Gabriel questioned, looking at him with a disappointed face. “Why not?”

nova: “OOH, A STUN GUN, OH NO!”

“HOWEVER WILL WE MAKE IT OUT ALIVE?!”

“HELP~!”

The four paused, noticing a third person in the fight. “Rude.” Damon commented at the girl's behavior.

sarah: “guys i accidentally fricked up the floor”

“do we have to pay insurance or whatever”

“also whats insurance”

ace: “it's a scam designed for you to die.”

Andre: “What Ace said. Also, pretty sure we don't have to do anything, since this place is a ghost town, anyways.”

jake: “mhm also theres probably horses or w/ever so watch out for that lol”

orc: “I SAW A PILE OF FROGS EARLIER”

j: “or that sometimes yknow”

The family peeked their heads out from inside, eavesdropping on the conversation.

o: “YEA BUT THE THING IS”

“I DONT KNOW HOW TO HOLD FROGS”

sar: “you have to like. gently carry those gentlemen around. palm at the side, fingers supporting their body and your thumb keeps them in place, orc, my friend,”

a: “ALSO SPRAY THE BITCHES!”

s: “yea spray them they like it it's fun n stuff”

andre: “Where. Where's the little froggies.”

j: “idk im scared”

a: “coward”

o: “ALSO SCARED OF FROGS”

“THEY ARE METAPHORICALLY CHILDREN”

s: “explain”

o: “SMALL AND CAN DIE EASILY ALSO WEIRDLY SLIMY AND SOFT”

andre: “Babies aren't slimy tho…”

o: “FLORIDA”

an: “oh ok”

“NULL doesn't usually talk about frogs.” Dennis pointed out. “They don't.” Damon agreed. “Also, they don't have members that tall. Or short.” Aaron commented. “Rebel gang?” Lan suggested. Gabriel squinted his eyes, staring at the group. “Last time I checked, undercover NULL agents, even if they exist, don't hide that kind of hair under their helmets. That kid next to the banshee there definitely does not have helmet hair, I mean, the volume and all…”

“hmm? i think those are peeeoopleeee” “guyss” The stylish hair kid pointed out. “cuz i dont think horses look like that!!!!!!!” they exclaimed, strutting towards the basement. “im scared” “help” “yall” “yall means all” they continued, facing their group. “Well, damn, Ace, if it's a horse, give it a carrot or something.” another voice said nonchalantly.

“meanie” “ill kill u” Ace threatened threateningly. “I CAN GO WITH YOU IF YOU WANT!!” A voice offered politely. “thanks nova!!!!!!! andre u can choke” Ace thanked, proceeding with Nova to the basement, the family anxiously awaiting them.

Ace had a normal, skinny, 5'7"-ish body, and they had a sharp jaw and small eyes. Their hair was brightly colored, with brown roots turning into an orange and then into a red, with yellow tips. They were wearing a gray vest above a loose black sleeveless shirt. Also jeans and shoes. Ace is not naked or something.

Nova, on the other hand, towered over Ace. She wore a trucker hat that pushed down her thick hair enough to cover her eyes, and it was tied into two big puffs. Her hair was dyed different shades of green in small spots, making it look like a small, bright shrub sitting on her head. She wore a denim jacket with lots of enamel pins stuck to it. Beneath that was a grey t-shirt, and below that were ripped jeans and UGG boots… somehow, in the amalgamated world.

“Hi! We're the Russell family!” Aaron welcomed, nearly giving them heart attacks by LOON∆ i should listem to that again. “What the fuck?!” Andre remarked, leading the rest into the basement. He was wearing a silky-looking black button-up shirt with a red tie with dress shoes, and his dreadlocks were neatly tied back. He certainly wore a fancy look for raiding NULL bases.

“Yeah, I'm Aaron, this is my dad Gabriel, my dad Lan, my husband Dennis, and my son, (no matter what,) Damon. We have 36 cats and countless ghosts here. Please proceed with caution, most of these babies are strictly indoors-only!”

The group stared at them in shock, unable to believe anything Aaron just said. “How… do you get… 36 cats…” Andre asked. “We used to have a pet shop. It fell down, though, so that's that.” Dennis answered casually. “like. how. like fell down into space” A blue-haired man asked, earning him Damon's full attention.

“Yeah, into space.” Gabriel said. “Just straight down.” Lan elaborated, “No stops or anything, just ZOOP!” “Yeah, that's why we moved into a haunted mansion.” Aaron added. “So, what group are you guys in?” he asked, making a head shoot up in surprise from one of them.

He had gelled blue hair parted in the middle, and his right eye seemed like it had something inserted in it. He wore a dark blue denim jacket with ripped off sleeves and very short, tight jorts. He also had black wristbands, indicating a past emo phase. Or one that's still ongoing, as made obvious by his combat boots.

“oh its kinda indie u guys. u guys probably dont know it :,(” The blue-haired man said sadly, pouting. “We're called the…” Andre began. “C'mon, Jakey, say it.” “no its dumb” he grumbled. “skullsmashers. it's because we smash people's skulls. metaphorically.” Ace explained, asking Jake for confirmation. “right, 8-ball?”

“we really dont......” Jakey/8-Ball said sadly. “Oh, you named us this, Jakey, honey,” Andre contested. “So why can't we smash people's skulls? Like, clearly, I can take the emotional trauma or whatever, as long as it's NULL, or hell, maybe even some dipshit, I can do that.” he added softly.

“Ah, pretty sure they're not NULL,” Lan said, smiling. “So, did you kill them all of them or what?” he asked as he raised his weapon, a mace he was somehow managing to hold with ease. Like. A mace with spikes. Ace nervously played with their hair, sporting a terrified face. “what!?” they exclaimed in a high-pitched voice. “We can definitely take care of them. How do you think this place is officially a ghost town?” Gabriel asked. “Setting up traps and making friends with the local ghosts go a long way, y'know,”

“There's fucking ghosts?!” Andre exclaimed, pulling out daggers from under his arms. “Yeah, but they're nice, so it's okay.” Damon explained with not a trace of fear in his eyes, making Andre slowly put the daggers back in. “Oh, by the way, if you guys see an arm there, could you get it for me?” he requested politely, “And honestly, I'd like to make a pun with lending hands, but I can't seem to put my finger on which one I'd make.” He added, raising his bandaged stump.

“Oh, Jake, don't–” Andre warned before Jake fainted instantly from seeing the bloody bandages on Damon's wound. “I'm sorry,” he apologized. The fainting had sent Aaron quickly went to the operating room, just now realising that he hasn't changed the bandages yet. “uh lemme go check if theres any” the small woman said, scuttling away. “Thanks,” Damon said before following Aaron.

Dennis, Lan, and Gabriel stood awkwardly in front of The Skullsmashers, not knowing what to do. “So, uh, whaddya do?” Dennis asked, folding his hands together. “gamign” Ace quickly responded. “Well, we each tend to go our own ways, but occasionally we team up to raid NULL bases and stuff.” Andre explained, ignoring Ace's statement. “What about you guys?”

“Ah, so I like gardening, and also do some baking from time to time, and Gabriel here used to be a traveling psychic, but now he tends to help me with errands and chores and sometimes we communicate with the ghosts here. Dennis and Aaron used to run a pet shop near here, but now Dennis does some farming, and Aaron spends his spare time caring for our pets.” Lan explained.

“And I do the groceries! And all the other stuff that involves going outside,” Damon intervened, coming back with an anxious, squeaky-clean Aaron. “Which is why my arm got cut off.” he revealed, sitting down on the wooden floor. “ok im back did i miss anything :'//” Jake asked, waking up from his faint earlier. “… we'll catch up later.” Andre replied.

“arm!!!” The banshee yelled out excitedly, waving a cooler back and forth. “Great! Just toss it down,” Aaron said happily, reaching his arms out. Seeing this, Damon ran to the operating room. “Last one's a rotten egg!” he shouted, snickering. “Well, while they work on that, do you guys maybe wanna come in and grab a snack?” Gabriel suggested politely, eager to learn more about the group. “yea sure!! thanks!!” said Jake, who was joyfully running to the front door.

A large figure stood patiently outside the door, belonging with the Skullsmashers. It seemed like a gentle giant, tapping its index fingers together. It was definitely from another world. It had greenish grey skin, and its head was blocky and looked like it was separate from his large jaw that had two moles on it. Its eyes were big and white, and above them were thick eyebrows. And it was wearing what seemed to be a large, furry, ruff reaching his knees that were covered by jorts. Its shoulders were completely covered with a large spiky red boulder on each one. The creature was ten feet tall, and was very strong.

At last, the large doors opened with a creak, the sunlight from outside shining brightly into the house. It was the first time in years that the front doors were opened, and it was for good; they had stayed in there for too long.

CHAPTER TWO

A PROPER INTRODUCTION

The family and the group were sitting in the dining hall, awaiting the arrival of Aaron and Damon. A shit ton of homemade potato chips were strewn across a long plate in the middle as the main course. Lan had prepared a variety of dipping sauces and some napkins. They sat in silence.

“I don't mean to be rude or anything, but how… are you guys still alive?” Andre asked cautiously, starting a conversation. Gabriel dipped a chip in cheese sauce, then thought of a simple answer: “We really just hide and plant stuff. Also, we were really lucky.”

Nova played around with a fork, debating whether these people were real or not. Yes, NULL couldn't possibly use their precious budget to make intricately designed haunted houses with personal touches and residents whose personalities were very unique, as well as their relationship with each other, but, hell, maybe they can.

NULL always had a way to worm themselves everywhere, down to the place she stayed in, the people she knows, and, well, really, everywhere. Even if this family was what they presented themselves as, NULL could do lots of things to not only dishevel Nova and the group she was in, as well as this family, they can manipulate both of them to destroy each other. After all, that's the kind of thing they do– get someone else to do their dirty work.

Nova made up her mind, opting to ask them directly. “I also really don't mean to be rude, but given the large amount of undercover NULL agents and all the different ways they come as, I just have to ask… and this is a very dumb, and useless question, but are you guys in any way… involved with NULL?”

Dennis smiled lightly, understanding that this group was in the same deliberation as they were. “To be honest, we were gonna ask you that too at some point, but I personally don't think NULL agents would look this…” “well, they wouldn't, like… have wrists this limp.”

The room was silent for a while, before erupting with laughter. “You– you fuckin’ thought we weren't NULL because–” Andre struggled, wheezing. “No NULL agent would dress like that, Andre,” Gabriel pointed out, snickering. “Yeah, you think those idiots can achieve this level of interior design?!” Lan added, gesturing wildly towards every piece of furniture in the hall.

“… But really, to answer your question there, yeah, we are technically involved with NULL,” Dennis said, completely changing the atmosphere of the room. “We're classified as Class-4 criminals for, um, giving some of their agents here some mild inconveniences.” he added in a serious tone. “And by mild inconveniences, I mean a few cases of attempted murders, robberies, hauntings, and other stuff like that.” The group sighed a breath of relief, knowing they were both on the same page.

“I have to say, 45 cases of attempted murder and two cases of successful murder does sort of count as a bit more than a mild inconvenience, though, Dennis,” Lan said jokingly. “Oh, and remember when someone planted poison ivy that somehow mysteriously completely wrapped around the whole base they had here, down to the basement?” he added, grinning. “Okay, well let's not compare our crimes here, dad,” Dennis teased. “Everybody knows mine was the best attack yet when I trapped them inside the base by encasing it with raw eggs! somehow” he added, cackling.

The two families had a great time together, laughing and talking about their experiences in the new lives they lived caused by the amalgamation. Meanwhile, Aaron was carefully reattaching an arm to an unconscious Damon. After some hard work, he succeeded, and did his best to celebrate in the operating room.

However, at this point, he became too tired to do so, considering the fact that he alone performed an entire surgery. Still, it was a miracle for both of them. He waited for Damon to wake up and see the finished product, but he ended up passing out while making a celebratory coffee.

The two slept well and endlessly. The rest of the family, however, were faced with a tough decision to make. Dennis, Gabriel, and Lan had the same question echo in their minds:

“Would you like to consider joining us, The Skullsmashers?”

It was a question Andre always asked to those who he saw potential in, no matter who– or whom, no idea. They could be two friends living in a dilapidated house with rats and mice, or three odd creatures in a grocery store, or even some nervous teenager who suddenly asked him to kill someone in the middle of his New Year's Eve party.

It's not that he simply sees something out of the ordinary happen and immediately hands out flyers, but it's that Andre has been gifted with an eye for this type of thing– take, for example, the situation at hand.

Andre raids a NULL base with his friends. The fight continues into the abandoned city the base was in. His friend lands into a basement of a house. Sarah, the friend, points out that there are people living in said house. Said people are clearly weird.

Resident asks for his arm back. Very weird. Still little to no potential, except maybe for interior design. Residents invite them for dinner. Residents have knives and shit.

Potential spotted. nah jk lemme do this again lol

[TAKE TWO]

Okay, okay. Andre doesn't just see people doing weird shit and immediately hires them, contract and all, but instead he observes them further.

If he sees someone hurling flaming batons into the sky, that person does have potential, yes, definitely, but what kind? This style of combat could definitely be a possibility in their attacks, given the practicality and the ostentatiousness of it.

However, it's an art one could hardly practice. The perils one could face are far too much for such a display. But, even though it's inconvenient, it's still very useful. If there was a good amount of accelerant on the baton, an enemy could not only receive a strong blow, but the added accelerant will most likely set them on fire too, rendering them not only useless in further combat (unless they're a very determined individual) but also a potential threat to anyone near them.

And the fact that a person is employed as the weapon is more convenient than, say, a large flaming baton-throwing machine, which would be difficult to program and to bring to an attack.

However, Andre also has to consider the person (itself? themselves? idk man) in an approach. Maybe they're NULL, or maybe even just someone who wants to throw flaming stuff into the air with no deeper meaning or intent. Maybe this person is unsuitable for combat; maybe this person is an enemy or a rival.

The approach is like a job interview– ask them about their experience in the field, if they have any other [good points?? is good points the word], if they're okay with joining the group– but sadly, he lives in a world where anything wildly good or wildly bad can happen, and it makes the whole process a whole lot more harder.

So, maybe these people inviting them over for a meal might give them a new addition or two. Or, sadly, remove some members.

Will the Russell family join The Skullsmashers? The decision has to be made any second now.

• end •

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aaaaaugh that was a weird adventure of a normal thing seriously wtf how did I Almost Die from just trying to pay my electricity bills?? the electricity went out at midnight and I was having a WHOPPING GIANT MIGRAINE and seriously i suck at talking to cashiers on the best of days but now i have to call a taxi at midnight and sit there feeling awkward for like half an hour while the guy drives me several miles away to the only electricity place thats open 24/7 and like five minutes in i realized OH SHIT THIS MIGRAINE IS MORE SERIOUS THAN I EXPECTED but like i was trapped in a car and trapped in an awkward social situation! so i was here all dizzy and disassociating and like it felt like the window was a computer screen?? cos im nearsighted a lot and of course its gonna get even worse when i have a dizzy migraine of death doom. i was just so out of it with pain and tiredness and the car shaking me about and just it felt like i wasnt really there but i was still in my house just watching all this on the tv or something. i had to look down at my hands cos they were the only non blurry thing, i had to remind myself that i actually existed and wasnt somehow being erased from the world and replaced by a film reel of some guy sitting in a car?? So I am like Absolutely Fucking Nonfunctional here, and being acutely aware of how i forgot to wear my glasses and apparantly also my socks. Tho in my defense it would have been hard to put them on in the dark anyway! and seriously THIS POOR CAB GUY! like it seemed english wasnt his first language and i felt so bad cos like how can i make it clear that I am the one messing up here?? dude you didnt mishear me i really am slurring everything i say and forgetting half the dictionary. HE WAS SO NICE! I wish i could have like.. been able to register any of his individual faceparts as a coherant whole. I have problems with prosopagnosia even on a good day, but like whoa man i did not have the energy left to concentrate on what this guy even looked like. i feel bad cos i dont know his name either, im gonna remember him as just this big helpful shadow void with a nice accent. HOW DID YOU PUT UP WITH ME EMBARASSING MYSELF SO MUCH, YOU WONDERFUL CABMAN actaully wait do you call them cabs in america aa im sorry this post isnt very america translated i try and generally self-correct to america english cos i know like 90% of my followers seems to be america for some reason i do not understand HELLO AMERICDA FRIENDS TODAY okay so i was Dying in a taxi which is also called a cab, and the company was Capital Cabs which is very good and i love them and they have an automated system so you dont have to talk on the phone and seriously that cut like 50% of terror from this terror day SO ANYWAY I WAS DYING we go all over the place looking for the 24 hours electric place, and then for some reason they are closed?? there was a line outside and i think actually the doors got stuck and the cashiers couldnt get out??? what happened?? i guess i will never know cos i had to leave that mini story behind and find another electric hilariously we found one LITERALLY ACROSS THE ROAD there was THE SAME SHOP ACROSS THE ROAD FACING EACH OTHER MIRROR IMAGE WHAT like seriously fuck im already in a dizzy daze floating halfway out my own body like i didnt need any more evidence im currently in wonderland i want to know this story too, dammit! are those rival stores?? of the same brand?? somehow?? or are they owned by the same person?? because why?? is it like the area was so in-demand of small 24/7 shops that they had to make two within five metres of each other? or is it like they’re the same shop but they didnt have enough space to build the full size they wanted so they purchased two smaller land plots? or something? DID IT JUST EXIST FOR THIS SPECIFIC CIRCUMSTANCE OF ME NEEDING THE SHOP WHEN THE SHOP IS CLOSED “tumblr blogger tumblunni will show up fuckin migraine stoned on the 9th of november, as the prophecy foretold” omg i just mispelled prophecy as prophey and that sounds like a cute ass oc name holy shit ANYWAY im here dissacoiating my ass off and trying and failing to stick my debit card in the card machine and all the time im like FUCKIN OBSESSING over how sauboh is a really better name. Like faba is still a cute name but sauboh is a COOL name! no name is better than sauboh! and why u wanna this evil man have a cute name anyway?? when u be all cruel in the anime and sand off even the slightest non horrible edges he ever had, like seriously im unreasonably upset that everyone hates faba even more now. when will i get my sneaky science grandpa guy who is not evil for once but merely misunderstood and then i adopt him and hug him many and the all is resolved so yeah im fuckin haviung trouble focusing on what im actually doing jesus christ then i stumble into the store and i pay for my electric and im like ‘no no no fucking shit this migraine is WAY worse than i expected, im going to fucking die’ so i ask if they have any paracetamol but i cant remember the word for paracetamol and its all super embarassing. and like THE GUY LOOKS AT ME AS IF IM CRAZY. He’s all ‘ugh why would we have that, geez’. like wtf?? i mean i know i couldnt remember the name of it but i said ‘headache medicine’ so im sure he understood what i meant. i had a long rambling discussion with the taxi man about how weird that was, he was like ‘no, seriously EVERY 24 hour newsagent sells that stuff’ and i was like ‘no seriously he was rude to me for asking, like wtf’ and then i repeated the story about three more times cos i was currently in the throes of brain death in retrospect maybe the cashier thought i was drunk or something?? or high? i mean you cant get high from headache pills but i dunno maybe they mix badly with booze and he thought he was saving my life. i like to think the best of people! i wish i hadnt jumped to the grumpy conclusion during that moment and then whined like a lil bitch to this poor cab man and seriously he was SO NICE! he was like ‘dude seriously we’d have to drive anothr five miles to find another newsagent shop, im trying to save you money’ and he tried to give me some of the paracetamol he had in his wallet and i was like YOURE SO FUCKIN NICE IM DYING, I COULD NEVER ACCEPT THAT but also in retrospect probably that was a good decision cos even if the guy seemed super nice and trustable its like Good Life Policy to not take medicine from people you don’t know. I am 100% sure tho that he actually was genuine and wasnt gonna fuckin murder me with fakeacetamol HE WAS SO NICE! HIM AND HIS NONDESCRIPT FACIAL REGION! why cant i remember ANYTHING about this man oh and also I was able to give some money to a lady on the street!! i don’t know if she was actually homeless, she said that she had some trouble with a hotel booking or something so she was just stuck sleeping outside for the night. i cant remember if she had any luggage so i cant verify if the story is true, it just made me really sad wondering if it WASNT true and its like she needed to lie or people wouldnt give her money?? like seriously homeless people are the most vunerable yet theyre the ones people have the least sympathy for! wtf having to like like ‘i need the money less’... anyway i also couldnt remember her face and was kinda slurring my words to death and i didnt have much money to give but aaaa i hope i helped!! so yeah fuckin SMASH CUT to the next newsagent place and seriously i swear i blacked out for a minute cos it was just like wow we’re there in 48 seconds yet the clock says a bunch more miles and THEY HAD PARACETALMOL AND I WAS FUCKIN CRYING IN A SPAR MART thenk u cashier man who was probablyh very confused at this guy with no socks also for some reason my mind was wandering to the topic of what i’d do if i got misgendered in a cinema, like holding this fuckin entire fictional argument with this manifestation of my own self doubt WHAT EVEN INSPIRED THAT THOUGHT PROCESS so i’m nigh passing out and the nice cab man takes me home and he tries to make me pay less than the fee on the clock and im like NO DUDE IT WAS MY OWN CHOICE TO GO 2 PARACETAMOL SHOP seriously he was SO NICE why cant i remember his faaaaaace and i usually like to give a tip to the taxi guy even though tipping isnt really a thing in my country cos just i feel like Being Nice Is Nice and i want to thank them for their nice but i DIDNT HAVE ANY MORE MONEY LEFT so aaaa i was only able to give him an extra £0.50 but thank you taxi man i hope you have a good night and good life and the universe rewards you for helping a migraine fucked bunbun this eve and now ive shoved medicines in my fave and im just waiting for them to kick in and i know i should eat something but i feel so nauseous aaarglefargle also nice taxi man told me a story about how the same thing happened to him once except the electric went out while he was in the shower. So he just got blasted by cold water AND had to stumble down the stairs in the dark, and then friggin buy electric while his ears were still fulla soap. Whoa dude your bravery in face of embarassment exceeds my own! i love you platonically mr cab man thanks for making me feel less nervous and such while i was Die so yeah hopefully i will be less die soon ok bye also sauboh is a best name and i need to steal it for an oc or something NINTEND U LET IT SLIP AWAY

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Meant to Be - Part Four: Oh No

All Parts

Pairing: jamilton (Hamilton x Jefferson)

Request: Soulmate AU – When soulmates draw on themselves, it appears on the other’s skin as well.

Tagging: @elenarte @empyrealsakaki @gum-and-chips @karenthepoop @hammytrashy@falling-open @bestfluteninja @urstupidmom @olympun @rebel-with-cause @mishaisakitten @depressionjoke @gemilton @ur-friendly-neighborhood-fangirl @regionallyblurredfaces @destiel-addict-forever @sxnyalxveshxrses@theinevitablesense @boiugotsmehalpless @rachurro @hamilton-of-issues@phantom10526 @feral-tomcat-hamilton @alonelynoodle @aceplaysbass @ilesserpanda @kyloslightsaberdick @msageofenlightenment @pentagramtardis @artisticgamer @smol-angery-bean @abbylikeschickennuggets @little-miss-vanilla

Word Count: 3140

Warnings: swearing, anxiety/panic attacks

Dedicated to: @falling-open for their AMAZING art holy guacamole

PS this behaviour is HIGHLY encouraged. I. WANT. ART.

(PPS no pressure tho ily no matter what)

A/N: yIKES... i love you.... have fun <3

Alex's eyes flashed open, his tiredness forgotten. Had he heard correctly? Had he imagined it? He glanced up to peek at John's face. He had a small, sad smile on his face and his eyes were closed. Peaceful.

Alex silently wondered what he should do, his mind racing a mile a minute. He really didn't need any more drama today, but he also didn't need festering tension in his friend group… He closed his eyes again, already regretting what he was about to say next.

"Uh - John?" His small voice somehow seemed to fill the room. John jolted; not because he was asleep, but because he could have sworn Alex was. 

"You're awake?" he asked, his voice wavering slightly. 

"You love me?" Alex returned, trying to keep his voice calm. He could feel John's body tense in reaction to his words. Alex sat up to look his friend in the eye. 

"I - what?"

"You just said you loved me," Alex stated in a frustrated voice. 

John let out a soft laugh, but he wasn't meeting Alex's eyes. "I think you were dreaming, Alex..."

"I didn't fall asleep!" he replied defensively, hating John’s condescending tone. 

"Come on, why would I say something like that?" John countered, trying to laugh it off. 

"Oh, what? Because it's so ridiculous that someone would love me?" Alex angrily retorted, feeling his cheeks alight with emotion. 

"Don't be stupid, Alex..." John groaned, rolling his eyes. 

"Don't call me stupid!" Alex yelled back. "I've gone through enough shit today, now tell me the fucking truth."

"The truth is that you're emotional today and you fell asleep and had a weird dream. That's all. Don't jump down my throat!"

"Don't call me a liar!" Alex snapped back.

"I didn't! You called me one!" John cried loudly. His outburst seemed to reverberate around the room, leaving a slight humming in their ears.

Alex sat back in fuming silence, glaring down at his bed. He began to pick at a loose thread on his blanket. He felt childish, but for the moment he didn't much care. He had definitely heard what John said. It wasn’t a dream, but if John wouldn’t admit it, where did that leave their friendship? Alex felt tears burn his eyes. This was the last thing he needed today.

He looked up when a hand rested on his arm. John's face had softened considerably, his eyebrows knitted together. Alex felt his own face melt out of its furious expression as he looked into John’s light hazel eyes. They really were quite beautiful…

"I'm sorry I yelled," John said softly. "Do you want me to go?"

Alex felt his insides squirm with guilt. He hated upsetting his friends... why did they even want to hang out with him? 

Alex shook his head lightly, looking back down at his blanket, which he was still absently picking at. He didn’t feel like apologizing, but he also didn’t want to be alone.

“Do you wanna watch a movie?” John asked, and Alex glanced up at him. Alex smiled and nodded, and a grin lit up John’s face as well.

Alex left the bed to pull out his laptop. “What do you want t–”

“Princess Bride,” John said automatically. They’d watched this movie over a hundred times together, but each time they did, it seemed to improve. Alex put it on and they sat up against the wall to watch it, his tiny laptop resting on the bed in front of their folded legs.

Though this was his favourite movie, Alexander felt tense. Normally in this situation, he would cuddle up against John, putting his head in the crook of the taller boy’s neck, resting in his arms… But now, after John’s – allegedly imagined – confession, it would be too weird. Alex felt small butterflies in his stomach at the thought of being in John’s arms, and his face flushed.

Oh no, he thought, wrapping his arms around himself. This day just keeps getting more complicated.

Despite George’s dinner invitation, John went home to eat, leaving Alex and his father alone.

“Thanks for dinner, dad,” Alex said once John had left, sitting down at the table to dig into his pasta.

“So did you see Thomas today?” George asked in a serious tone after a few moments of silent eating.

Alex then realized how much his father didn’t know; it had been such a long day. “Yeah, I did. He wasn’t at school, but I left early…” Alexander winced.

His father smiled lightly. “I know, I got the call from your school. Don’t worry about it.”

Alex sighed in relief and continued. “Then when I got home, I asked him to meet me at the park, and… we did.”

“How did that go?” George asked, leaning forward, food forgotten.

Alex laughed humourlessly. “Really shitty. Sorry. Terribly… He, uh… tried to apologize, and I just got really mad…”

“Why’d you get so mad?”

“He – he didn’t even realize what he’d done,” Alex said, tears burning his eyes again. He scrubbed at them in frustration; he was so sick of crying. “What he’d put me through.”

“Did you tell him?” George asked softly, his brow furrowed with concern.

“Yeah, I did, and I… kind of had a panic attack while I did, and… he helped me out. Like he always used to, I guess.”

George was staring at his son intently. “He knows you,” he said simply after a moment of quiet.

Alex felt a strange twisting in his stomach. “I don’t think I want him to know me.”

When his father was silent, Alex continued. “He… he’s caused so much pain, I think I’m better off without him.”

“Having a soulmate is wonderful thing, Alex…” George said carefully.

“How would you know?” Alex snapped bitterly. Upon seeing the hurt on his father’s face, he immediately felt intense guilt at his words. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean…”

“It’s okay, Alex, I know you’re upset…” George said. “I never got to meet my soulmate, but it was wonderful to know she was there. I wish everyday that we’d met before she passed. You have the chance to be with yours, don’t pass that up.”

“Maybe the whole soulmate thing is just bullshit,” Alex said angrily. “It was great for you before she died and you never got to meet her, and it was great with T before I met him and realized he was a total asshole.”

“Alex,” George said warningly. “Calm down.”

“No, George!” Alex yelled, feeling his pent-up aggression bubble forth uncontained as he got to his feet. “I won’t calm down! This whole fucking day has just been awful! I had a fight with Laf, Thomas, and John, and now you! Basically everyone that has ever given a shit about me… oh! Except for my mom, of course, but she’s fucking dead! And I’m just - I’m so tired…”

Somewhere in his rant, tears had begun to flow down the boy’s face and he began to shake uncontrollably. George got to his feet as well and pulled his son into a tight hug. Alex collapsed into his comforting embrace and let himself sob, clinging desperately.

They remained that way for a long time until the small boy’s crying ebbed and the shaking subsided.

“I’m sorry, dad…” he muttered thickly into his father’s chest before pulling away. “I’m so sorry…”

“You don’t have to apologize, Alex,” George said gently, patting his son on the shoulder. “Just get some sleep, okay?”

Alex gestured vaguely to the dirty dishes on the table in protest, but George shook his head warmly. “I’ll clean up, just please take care of yourself.”

George brushed the hair out of his son’s eyes and gave him a soft, sad smile. Alex squeezed his father in another quick hug before leaving to go to bed. Once he thought Alex was out of the room, George sat and buried his face in his hands, overcome with worry.

Alex watched forlornly from the doorway. He’d turned around to say goodnight, but instead had to witness his father break down… because of him. His eyes swam with tears again and he turned and ran to his room.

He just needed this day to be over. He’d fought too much. He’d hurt too many people. He just longed to be removed from the world. He curled into a ball on his bed, hugging his knees tightly to his chest and allowing his tears to pour freely down his face.

It was hours before the sweet release of sleep came to him.

“Where’s Alex?” Hercules wondered aloud, not addressing anyone in particular.

John shrugged. “He had a rough day yesterday…”

The boys were gathered around their usual picnic table, waiting for the bell to ring out and start the school day.

“He hates missing school, though… and he basically missed all of yesterday,” Herc interjected in a worried tone. Laf gently cuddled into his boyfriend reassuringly.

“I am sure he’s fine, mon chou,” he said softly. “Try not to worry.”

“How can you be sure?” Herc inquired, wrapping an arm around his boyfriend, but still looking out over the field for a sign of his small friend’s arrival.

“Because I texted him this morning,” Laf said easily.

“You didn’t think to mention that until now?” John scoffed, but found himself extremely relieved. He had been quite worried about the emotional state he’d left Alex in. John knew he’d been a total asshole to his friend, but he never wanted anyone to find out the true feelings he had for him.

“Why isn’t he at school?” inquired Herc, sounding as worried as John felt.

“He did not want me to tell anyone,” Laf shrugged.

“Why not?” Herc asked indignantly. “What could he possibly tell you that he wouldn’t want to tell us?”

“Don’t be jealous, Herc,” Laf smiled, patting his boyfriend’s cheek lightly. “You know how he is.”

The bell rang, and the three boys collectively sighed. Herc scanned the field once more for any sign of Alex and shrugged dejectedly when none was found.

“I love you,” he said, kissing Laf quickly. “See you at lunch.”

He walked away in a hurry, not wanting to be late for his class that was all the way across the school. John made to leave as well, but Laf caught him by the wrist and held him back.

“Laf, I’m gonna be late,” he whined dramatically, trying to tug himself free.

“We have the same class, John, you know Mr. Franklin is… how you say? A pushover,” Laf shrugged. “And I need to talk to you. What happened between you and Alex yesterday?”

John felt his insides go cold. “Nothing… we had a little spat, but we made up. It’s fine.”

“John.” Lafayette quirked an eyebrow at his friend. John sighed in resignation.

“I… may have said something I shouldn’t have... But I swear, I thought he was asleep!” John said in a rush, biting his lip. “And then… I lied and said he had dreamed it up, and then he got mad and we fought and… we did make up, I swear! But I think he was still a little mad.”

“Dieu. What did you say?” Lafayette asked patiently. “Did you tell him that you loved him?”

“Ye – wait, how did you know?” John asked, dumbfounded, his face flushed.

“Oh, John,” Lafayette sighed. “You should know by now that no one can keep a secret from me.”

John rolled his eyes, but decided not to push the point, and instead focus on the more pressing issues. “Did Alex tell you?”

“No, he didn’t,” Laf said, and began to walk toward class. John followed in tow. “He just told me that you came over yesterday and that he was not coming to school today. I figured out the rest.”

John blushed deeply, and Laf gave him a small smile. “John, I know you don’t have a soulmate anymore, but… Alex does.”

“Yeah, a complete asshole!” John interjected hotly.

“You don’t understand, John. They will work it out,” Laf said wisely. “They have to. They are soulmates.”

“He doesn’t want to, Laf! He told me so,” John grumbled, crossing his arms.

“John. Listen to me. They will work it out. I am sorry, but you have to move on,” Laf said firmly. John looked down at the ground, his eyes glazing with tears and his face bright red.

With a soft sigh, Laf wrapped an arm around his friend. “Sorry to be harsh, John. It is simply the truth.”

“I know. Thanks, Laf,” John muttered grumpily in response. They arrived at class, and, as expected, Mr. Franklin just gave them a stern look but no punishment.

They took their seats near the back so they could still talk at a low volume.

“Did Alex tell you why he wasn’t coming to school?” John whispered while their teacher began to describe the various parts of the cell for what felt like the billionth time.

“Yes,” Laf said simply.

“Is it because of me?” John pressed, leaning toward his friend.

Laf smiled. “Don’t flatter yourself, John.”

“You’re seriously not going to tell me?” John whined dramatically.

“Alex didn’t want me to say, so I will not,” Laf replied with a taunting smile.

“You’re the worst,” John groaned.

The rest of the day dragged by. Hercules kept checking the door of whatever room he was in, hoping Alex would come through and join their group, while John’s mood got steadily worse as Laf refused to give any more information as to their absent friend’s whereabouts.

When the last bell finally rang, their whole group was eager to leave. They gathered around John’s locker as he packed up his things. As always, John wanted to put off going home.

“What are you guys doing now?” he asked, closing his locker and swinging his backpack over his shoulder.

“I have to work,” Herc shrugged, and John’s face fell slightly.

“I think I am going to go see Alex,” Laf said.

John felt too uneasy to ask if he could tag along. He thought he should probably let the two of them have some time alone. Besides, after his conversation with Laf, John figured it would be good to give Alex some space anyway. So that meant he had to go home. The thought made him grimace.

“You okay?” Herc asked, seeing the glowering look on John’s face.

John shrugged and Laf gave him a sympathetic look. “Does your dad work tonight?” he asked.

Man, he’s good at reading people, John thought, and tried to reply casually, “No… he’ll be home,” but there was a hard edge on his voice. Herc patted his shoulder awkwardly, not knowing what to say.

“I might hang around here for a bit and do some homework,” John shrugged as they approached their usual picnic table outside. He plopped himself down on the bench and his friends looked at him sadly.

“You can come to the store if you want,” Herc offered. “My dad wouldn’t mind, I don’t think…”

“Thanks, Herc, but last time you forced me to try on a thousand outfits and I’m not ready for that kind of trauma again,” John said with chuckle.

Laf gave him a searching look, but smiled lightly. “Okay. Text us if you need anything.”

“Will do, mom,” John replied, rolling his eyes.

The boys left, hand in hand, and John stared after them wistfully. He wanted that. He wanted to have a soulmate whose hand he could hold, who he could be himself around, who could comfort him… He wished he still had his soulmate. They used to talk daily, but a few weeks into high school, they’d suddenly stopped replying to his notes and doodles. Just like that, they were gone. It had been two years of silence before John had had no choice but to assume they’d passed away.

He was completely heartbroken for ages, but, months ago, he began to fall for Alex. He knew that he was off limits, but he was endearing, handsome, smart, and… perfect. And now, Alex had found his soulmate and rejected him, giving John a faint glimmer of hope for their future.

John sighed to himself and pulled his notebook out of his bag to begin his math homework. He had just started the first question when the voice of James Madison cut through his concentration.

“Laurens,” he said coolly, and John looked up from his work in frustration to see Madison standing in front of him, flanked by the Charles Lee and Aaron Burr - the latter standing back a few feet, looking uncomfortable.

“What do you want, Madison?” John demanded, feigning offhandedness, when he was, in actuality, very much on edge.

“I just wanted to let you know that whatever Hamilton did, he really fucked Thomas over. He won’t even get out of bed. So you and your group had better make things right,” Madison said in a low but assertive voice.

John laughed humourlessly. “Are you fucking kidding me? You and your gang pick on us for years, and Hamilton says one little thing and you’re knocked flat? You are pathetic.”

“You better take that back,” Charles growled, stepping forward and cracking his knuckles menacingly.

John got up, standing to his full height and glowering down at Charles. “Listen up you little shits,” he spoke at a normal volume, but rage rattled every word; his teeth setting on edge. He looked back and forth between Madison and Lee, effectively intimidating the both of them. “Frankly, I don’t give a fuck about how Thomas is feeling. As far as I’m concerned, this is all his fault. Now leave us the fuck alone, or there’ll be trouble.”

“Who’s ‘us’ John?” Lee sneered. “You’re all alone.”

Before he could think, John felt himself shoving Lee, who stumbled back. Anger contorted his thin face and he stepped up to the taller boy.

“Oh, you’re gonna regret that!” he growled and swung his fist back. Before John could duck, the blow landed squarely on his jaw. Stars popped in front of his eyes as he fell backwards, cracking his head on the picnic bench and collapsing to the ground.

“Lee, what the fuck?!” Aaron cried, rushing forward and kneeling by the nearly unconscious John.

“Shit. Let’s go,” Madison said, and he and Lee scarpered off, leaving Aaron alone with the injured boy.

“Fuck, John, are you okay?” he asked anxiously, trying to examine the abrasions.

John moaned slightly, flickering in and out of consciousness.

“Fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck,” Aaron groaned, stroking John’s hair awkwardly. “Who should I call?”

John’s mind was working slowly, but he found the ability to mumble out the name of the person he most wanted to see at this moment.

“Alex,” he groaned before his world went dark.