#thank fucking god they knew.. it was unbearable watching all of that thinking they didnt when he was So obvious about it but they knew.....

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SO. NOVEMBER 19TH/20TH HUH.

[arthurflecksgirl]

Nothing but clowns /Arthurs POV

My version of the scene when Arthur watches the news on tv

Making food for mum is always a bit complicated. Much to think of, because there are always two questions: Should I put some sleeping pills in her oath meal or not? And if yes how many? I check and notice that I am running out of meds. Shit.

The plan for today is:

Visiting Dr Kane, going to the pharmacy afterwards and then go to Pogos.

Today`s not a usual visit at the comedy club. Today will be my day! I will tell my own jokes up on stage. I`m no longer the lonely man sitting alone on his table with a glass of water in the middle of the room. I will be the star up there and people will have a good laugh. Even Sophie. And I just know she will be there to see me. I hope she will get my humor- I`m sure she does because she was digging it in the elevator- and maybe she`ll like me even more afterwards. I would love to leave Pogos together, take her out on a date, have a coffee or something. Talking about how I write my jokes and what inspires me to write them. How it feels like when funny thoughts cross my mind and how much of it is hard work and how much just comes to me. Maybe she`ll be interested in that after watching my performance. Interested in me. I`ve heard that humor is important in a relationship and that woman prefer men with a good sense of humor. So maybe I will have a chance after all.

I dont hesitate to take the last two sleeping pills and crash them to mix it in my mother`s bowl. No way I would give her the chance to ruin my afternoon. Everything is planned out and I know she would freak or do something unexpected as soon as she watches me leaving the house all dressed up. She would make a big scene as soon as I`m coming home after a long night out. And I just don`t have the nerves to deal with her shit. Besides that, it`s not good for her health to get all excited or angry about something. So a little sleep will help us both.She`ll be all save and sleepy when I come home, not a worry on her mind about where her son might have been.

"Happy look, Thomas Wayn`s on TV" My mothers voice echoes through the living room. her voice always feels like an echo to me. Because its always the same words filling the room, over and over again. Crashing against the heavy walls  without a sound but her thin voice .

"Happy Happy Happy. Thomas Wayne. " Two words that make my ears bleed in one sentence. How does she do that? It`s getting worse. Her voice just makes me feel bad sometimes. I really do care about mum a lot but some days I feel triggered by her talking and I don`t know why. Its like she says something and I immediately feel like I should eighter crawl under a blanked and hide or punsh a fucking wall.

"Yes mother!" I try not to sound annyoed. Not that she would ever notice if I was. Or hurt. She never does. Mum would have made a common therapist. Just sitting there, repeating the same three sentences for years while looking right through you.

Mum as a therapist would be like:

"Thomas Wayne will be major soon. How does that make you feel? Thomas Wayne does have some enemies lately. Does that change your own opinion on him? Did you noticed how skinny you are? Thomas Wayne gained some weight instead of losing it . How do you feel about that?  Are you sad today, Happy? "

And of course all my answers would also echo through the room. Unheard and without making a sound while crashing through the windows. Breaking glass. And I would cut myself on that glass. Over and over again. And Penny would call the doctors,telling them I tried to hurt myself again. Not realizing that she was the one hurting me.

My answer to her questions would be "Happy was always sad. Every minute of his life. How does that make you feel?"

I get the bowl and crush the rest of the pills. My wet hair is sticking to my neck. I`m freezing a little bit while wearing my PJ  pants only . It`s always cold in here. This apartment represents peoples hearts.

"They`re asking him about those horrible subway murders" she says.

What? Oh my god. This caughts my attention. Now I notice that I wasnt paying attention to the news for the whole time. Somehow it didnt cross my mind that there will be something about me on the news anytime soon. I was wrong!

They thank Wayne for being here, in these difficult times. Difficult for who? For him?  As if he would care about what happened or about anyone who isn`t like him. As if some dead guys on the subway would effect him personally. Does he know what it means to have a difficult life at all? I`m aware of the fact that money doesnt solve all problems. I dont even think about money. I think about so many other things Thomas does have and he is nothing but an arrogant prick about, Looking down on others.

I leave the kitchen and make my way to the couch "Why him?" I ask, placing her bowl of food on the table.

Why is Thomas the one talking about the three dead guys anyway?

"Look like he gained weight" .

I knew she would ignore my question and care about his looks instead. Seriously, sometimes I get the feeling like she has a crush on him or something. There must be a reason for her fixation on this man.

"Yes all three worked for Wayne investments. Good, decent, educated."

So thats why he is talking about them.  All about the money, Wayne huh? I run my fingers through my hair, getting nervous.

"Although I didnt know any of them personally, like all Wayne employees, past and present. They`re family."

There he said it. He didnt even knew them. He`s just using them to make it seem like he cares.

The tv screen shows three photos. Each one of them a face of the subway guys. It feels strange to see them now after I killed them. My memory of their faces slightly differ but I remember what they did and how it felt.  My mind is racing, all over the place. Memories of their evil laughter. Flashbacks of the pain they caused me. Physically and emotionally. Their photos might look innocent but I know what kinda guys they were. I experienced and wittnessed it. But what does Wayne know? Or the tv guy? Nothing. No one was watching them while they almost kicked me to death. I was alone. I`m always alone.

"Did you hear that I told you we`re family" my mum says.

"Shhhh shhh shhh!" I want her to shut up. I just cant stand her voice right now. Especially not now. She really does think Thomas thinks of us as family because she worked for him decades ago. I can`t listen to this. Its getting all too much. The only voice I have to listen to right now is the guy on tv. I take a deep drag of my cigarette. It feels like breathing is getting harder. Something is going on. Not just inside of me but in this city. In the world. And it started with me. Am I the center of something? The beginning or the end? Am I everything at once? Does someone notice its me?

"There now seems to b a groundsweel of ani rich sentiment of the city. Its almost as if the less fortunate resitends are talking the side of the killer".

Thomas talks about how much of a shame this is and that this is one of the reasons why he is running for major. Gotham lost its way.

Oh you notice now? Where have you been all these years?

Its hard. So hard to watch peoples ignorance and how they use things to make themself stand in a better light. A light of lies.

They now ask him whats up with the eye wittness report of the suspect being a man in a clown mask.

Now the walls are closing in on me. I`m terrified but at the same time I am not. Unsure of how I feel I smoke my cig, not being able to blink while starring at the tv screen. This moment feels so much more like a daydream than so many dreams did. Is this truly happening? Are they really taling about a murder a did on the news? Is this my first time ever being on tv? Well, I gotta be honest here I always thought my first time on tv would be a lot different. But here I am.

So seems like there was someone wittnessing it. I should be worried now. I should freak and I know that. But what is bugging me much more is the fact that Thomas Wayne says "It makes total sense to me, because what kind of coward would do something that cold blooded? Someone who hides behind a mask. Someone who is envious of tose more fortunate than themselves. That the`re too scared to show they`re own face."

Thats it. Thats when I lose it. I`m trying not to let it show because of mum sitting in the same room with me but it`s hard. I`m good at hiding my feelings in front of her or in front of anyone in general but this is too much. The news are making a total different  story out of this, As if I was hiding behind a mask to go out an kill people. It was self defense for gods sake. I was wearing that damn clown make up because I was on my way home from work. Some shitty bullies started to attack a man in a clwon costume and now they are making him the bad guy? This is sick.

I never cared about money. I just wanted to have enough to take care of mum and be able to pay rent. Even my dreams about being famous were never about being rich. It was about being seen and loved.  But what do they know?

I thought I was living an illusion but they are living their very own illusions.

I feel my body tensing up. Every muscle. Every inch. My skin is getting tight. I lean back on the couch. I dont know what to do. I wanna get out of myself. Being me is getting unbearable again.

Another time being missunderstood.

They dont even know it was me and they still don`t get it right,

"And until those kind of people change for the better,those of us who made something of our lifes, will always look at those who havent as nothing but clowns". Wayne adds.

My legs start trembling. There is no way to hold them still. Bad sign. Very bad sign. I laugh to myself as I stare at the ceiling. What a joke. Great punshline with the clowns. I bet you are proud of yourself, Wayne. I bet you are. Always glad to be able to help to tell a joke.

They thank him once again while my mum tells me that this isnt funny.

I wanna say something but I better don`t. It`s not a good idea to ruin someone else`s punchline.

I`m going to explode, explode, explode.

Until I feel nothing.

I inhale the smoke, the only thing that proofs that I am still breathing.

Because I cant feel it. The only thing I feel is rage and my left hand grabbing my right wrist.

And this god damn candle that looks like a ginger cat staring at me.

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[samcrobae]

Off Limits, 3

Gif Credit: @seventhdevil

Some EZ FILTH BABY, 😈 this is also not proof read. Hope you like it!

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You were watching Jersey Shore reruns when there was a knock at your door. You had on biker shorts and an oversized shirt. You opened the door and EZ was on the other end of it holding up a bottle of Tequila. “Well I never thought I’d see the day Ezekiel Reyes takes a drink of anything!” You joke and move to the side motioning for him to come in.

“Yeah well I’m a free man for the next 3 days thanks to you.” He sets the bottle down on the kitchen counter and turns to find you pouring a glass of your favorite wine. He comes up from behind you and pushed your hair to one side before letting his lips find your neck and presses his lips against it in rough and sloppy kisses, and you feel your knees go weak. “Wait. After this episode. It’s the one where snooki and Jenny type up the note to sammi to tell her about Ron.”

EZ makes himself a drink and sits on the couch with you. He listens as you recite the scene word for word. “Wait you’ve already seen this? Why are we watching this?” You look at him confused, “ummmm because this is an iconic episode in the jersey shore series. Seriously where you been?” He chuckles and takes a sip of his drink “I don’t know, prison.”

You down now at your hands, “sorry, I forgot. Why’d you go to prison?” You shift positions now, both feet on the couch, knees bent toward him. “It’s okay, um long story short? I shot a cop.” He waits for you to react, to close off from him, but you didn’t even blink an eye. He went into detail of that night and you listened. Validating his thoughts, emotions, his anger and his guilt.

You had sat and talked and drank for about 4 hours before looking at your phone, “Damn it’s 2 in the morning.... you’re not driving home right?”

He looked at you and then at his empty glass, “I mean I was planning on going home but I’m pretty buzzed not gonna lie.”

“Good. Cus I’m going to bed.” You turned your back to him and lifted your t shirt off and tossed it to the floor, looking back at him as you did. “Are you coming?” He jumped off the couch and set his drink down before following you into your room. He didnt know what it was, maybe the alcohol coursing through his veins or just the feeling of being alone with you right now, but something animalistic and possessive took over, recalling the conversation you had at the clubhouse earlier the day.

“It can’t happen again.”

“Fine then I’ll find someone who will let it happen.”

You start walking towards your dresser to change into something to sleep in when he reaches forward and grabs you by the back of your neck, pulling you flush against his chest, a gasp escaping your lips.

“You think I forgot the shit you said to me earlier? You’re gonna find someone else who will let it happen? I don’t think you want someone else. You can try and tease me all you want but we know it’s true. I told you I wasnt done with you.” You clench you’re thighs together as you feel wetness in your panties begin to pool. You reach your hand back and try to stroke him over his jeans but he moves your hand away.

“No, you don’t get to touch, it’s my turn.” He walks you toward the bed, his hand still at the back of your neck. He turns you around and there’s a devilish, dark look in his eye replacing the usual softness he normally shows. “Go sit up by your pillows.”

You do as your told, sat at the top of the bed, near your pillows and watch as begins to strip. Your eyes fixed on his abs and muscular biceps and all you can think about is gripping them as he fucks you into oblivion. When he’s completely naked he stands at the end of the bed pumping himself as you watch and lick your lips in anticiaptaion, the instant sexual tension that had built since you met him just the day before was unbearable. He climbs into the bed and takes his shirt and wraps it around your wrist, then wrapping the other end to your headboard , tying them together loose enough to not hurt you but tight enough you couldn’t wiggle out of it.

“Ezekiel.. what are you doing?”

“This is what you wanted right? You think you’re gonna suck my dick last night, then come to clubhouse and tease me, grind up against me this morning and then not get what you wanted?” He insterted his hands into the waistband of your shorts and panties and removed them in one swift motion and spread your knees, exposing yourself to him and he could see how wet you were. He trailed gentle kisses up your thighs, replaced by bites then licked the skin before repeating the motions. You tried to buck your hips forward but he pulled away, “what? What do you want?”

“You. I want you Ezekiel” you say, your breath ragged. He grins at you and dips his head down and delivers an agonizingly slow lick up your center and you feel your legs go weak, he did it again and again and all you could do was whimper. He dove his face into you hungrily, flicking his tongue against your clit and your legs shook. He added a finger into you, then another, never taking his lips off your sensitive bud. You thrust your hips to meet each of his thrusts with his fingers and it wasn’t long til you were moaning his name as your orgasm washed over you. You were a moaning mess, and all you could do was beg for him to untie you.

He was amused at how you squirmed at his every touch, how you were the one in control up until this very moment. He trailed kisses up your belly then when he got to your breasts he took a nipple into his mouth, roughly sucking on your skin while rolling your other nipple between his fingers, once again you tried to buck your hips towards him, begging for any kind of friction and he laughed.

“EZ, please... let me feel you.” He reached up and undid the shirt and your hands instantly fell to his biceps, your lips meeting his. You wrapped your legs around his waist, desperate to feel something and he effortlessly flipped you over so that you were on top. You leaned back, your breasts on full display and his hands come up to grab and squeeze at them. You were absolutely blown away at this side of him, but you loved every second of it and needed to feel him inside you. You raised yourself slightly and slowly sank down onto him, a sigh escaping your lips at the way he felt as he filled you completely.

You rolled your hips then rested your hands on his chest, his hands coming to grip your ass and you started bouncing up and down on him. “That’s it babygirl fuck me...does that feel good?”

“So fucking good, shit....” you whined and you leaned forward to rest your hands on the head board and picked up your rhythm, his hips coming up to meet yours.

“EZ... fuck you feel so good... oh my god...”

“You’re gonna make me cum already, slow down..” he said in between breaths. You could feel his thrusts become unsteady but you couldn’t help it. He felt so good and made you feel so full, and at this angle, he was hitting just the right spots and you didn’t want to stop.

“Y/N, slow down.... shit....I’m cumming..." was all he could get out as you rode him faster.

“EZ... EZ.... yes yes yessss.." your 2nd orgasm rushed over you and you could feel him twitch inside you, costing your walls with his cum as you slowed yourself down, letting yourself fall forward onto him.

He was outta breath and slowly moved his hips so he slid out of you. “Holy shit you’re crazy ...” you laid next to him forms few minutes before finally getting up to get a shirt from your dresser when you felt his hand on your wrist. “No, no clothes , get back in the bed. I want more.”

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The rest of the weekend went the same, he went home and grabbed some clothes and things to have at your place the next 2 days and you couldn’t get enough of each other. The connection was unmatched, the sex was on another level, and you were happy spending the weekend indoors moaning and screaming his name all hours of the day and night.

Monday morning came and you woke tangled in each others arms, under your sheets. You peppered soft kisses on his chest and his hand came up to rest on your head. “Do you have to go back today? Can’t you just spend the day here with me again?" You ask.

“Shit I wish, but the guys get back today, I gotta head into the clubhouse to get everything set up. Wanna come with? Wait speaking of, what time is it?” He reaches for his phone and checks the time, then saw he missed 4 calls from Angel, 2 texts, and a couple missed calls from coco. “Fuck, they’re back.’I gotta go. I’m gna shower.”

You got out of bed and got dressed, and went into the kitchen to start your day. 15 minutes later he was out of the shower, kutte in hand and you both heard pounding on your front door. EZ was closest to the door so he put his hand on the knob and opened it.

“Good morning. Somehow I knew I’d find your ass here. Get your ass to the yard. You’re late.” Angel said as he leaned against the door frame. EZ shot you an apologetic look and walked outside.

“Did you shower here? Wait hold on, were you here all fuckin weekend?! Shit EZ what the fuck.”

“Can we just go please ?” EZ shot back.

Angel drapes an arm over his shoulder, “Yeah come on, Bishop wants to know where you been.”

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arya and gendry fanfic

His ears were ringing, his head hurt, his legs felt like two useless weights attached to his body and he couldn't move them. What was he saying his entire body hurt and he couldn't for the life of himself remember what the hell happened. 

The last thing he could remember was Arya and him in the forge on the soft piles of hay that they had just made love on for the first time. Arya was sleeping on his chest as he had his arm wrapped around her as he felt her hair on his face and truth me told it was the best feeling in the world. Those three others girls that he had been with, and when Arya asked how many girls he had been with he was down right terrified to tell her yet couldn't keep it away from her, she could ask him anything and he would tell her without question. This woman made his heart race and the blood in his veins burn through his body, he definitely didnt need the forge to keep him warm when she was around. He remembered laying there only to have the horns blow and both of them jarring awake ready to attack whatever was possibly coming at them. Nothing was there but that didnt prevent him from putting his arm out in front of her and his hands balled into fists and to his shock her reaction was the exact same as his until they got their bearings and realized what was truly coming. They quickly dressed and he remembered looking at her to memorize her form and every inch of her just in case it was the last time he saw her. Don’t think like that you bloody idiot was what he was telling himself before she grabbed him by his collar and kissed him hard. “This battle is going to be dangerous, bloody and people are going to die but you you stay alive done die! I dont want to lose you again.” she told him against his lips as he wrapped his arms around her one last time. “As you wish milady. And the same goes for you I didn’t follow you once this time im not going to leave you.” He smiled against her lips. They both gripped each other one last time and both ran out of the room.

He remembered battling in the courtyard against several white walkers and wights as he swung his hammer and pounding their heads in. At one point he had gotten knocked down and was attempting to keep from getting his head sliced off by a wight when the hound showed up and cleaved the wight in half. The hound grabbed him and pulled him up nodded and continued on his way into another fight. He looked up at the top of the walls at one point and saw Arya and Jon Snow fighting back to back against several white walkers and she was using the weapon he had made for her with expertise and it was awesome to watch. It was just a moment but it made him smile as he turned to take out another wight. The last thing he remembered was standing near the forge and fighting off several wights with other then behind him fire ball hit the forge and it exploded sending him flying. That was the last thing he remembered before everything went dark.

The fighting was brutal and blood stained the ground of Winterfell. Arya hear the forge explosion and turned around to see several men get blasted away along with several wights and get caught underneath the rumble. The wights and white walkers were still coming strong and they were starting to lose the momentum in the fight and Arya knew at the moment Winterfell had fallen. She could see the dragons in the ski burning hundreds of wights in one sweep but it wasn't enough. Jon was ordering the retreat of the remaining men and the dragon queen was doing the same and ordering everyone to the ships to escape. She saw people running out of the crypts in terror and she realized that it was the worst place to have the woman and children go it was full of dead bodies! Jon grabbed her from behind screaming at her that they had to go and half carried half dragged her away toward the ships. The last thing she saw of winterfell her home was being burned to the ground by the dragons in order to kill any wights and white walkers in there. Winterfell had fallen and no longer would there be a Stark there unless they were dead. She was devastated.

They were heading to a place Dany had said would be a good place to go and defend and make more dragon glass weapons. Arya walked around the boat checking on the wounded and seeing who was still alive. Sansa gave her a huge hug when she saw her and Arya was relieved to see her alive and Bran was there as well with Jamie, Brienne and tyrion. She didnt see the hound anywhere but Bran said the hound had gotten him back to the ships. Arya found out that Theon didn’t make it, he died protecting Bran. Sansa was crying over his death. Arya made it around the whole ship looking for the one person she prayed was still alive, Gendry, but he wasn't on the ship and she looked several times just in case she missed him but he wasn't there. Was he dead? was his body burning at Winterfell after the dragons burned it to the ground? For no good reason she was angry at him! She told him to stay alive and don’t die and in his way calling her milady he told her he wouldn’t. A promise she knew was impossible to keep but she didn’t care she loves him she admitted to herself right here and now she loves and after their night together and finally letting herself feel agains he can’t just lose him all over again! Tears in her eyes she walked to the railings of the ship willing herself not to cry. What possibly gave her hope was that when she looked out to the water she saw other ships sailing with them and prayed that he was on one of them!

When Gendry regained consciousness again he was staring at the face of the hound. Fantastic just the ugly face he wanted to see the moment he opened his eyes. As he attempted once again to sit up his ribs screamed out in pain in the movement and he grunted as he gripped his chest with his arm. The hound immediately got up and pushed him back down. “Don't hurt yourself anymore than you have to blacksmith we are almost at our destination. And as people keep reminding me we need you in order to make better stronger weapons.” Gendry looked at him and figured the hound hated to be playing babysitter watching him. “Great thanks for your concern but you can go help the others instead of sitting here watching a lowly bastard. And your axe was strong enough since it didn’t break when you were crushing heads.” Gendry eyed the axe as the hound spun it around in his hands. The hound glared at him growled and then departed leaving Gendry in peace as he one again attempted to get up. “Fuck!” Gendry screamed in pain but that didn’t matter he managed to slowly get up and check to see he had all his limbs intact. Pain is always good proof that he was still alive and not dreaming. He inspected himself in a small mirror and just as he expected he was covered in dirt, blood, sweat and god knows what else but he survived yippee. Now there was one person he wanted to find. Arya. After looking around the ship he didnt see Arya and was starting to panic alittle, who was he kidding he was about to have a full blown panic attack but he noticed several other ships sailing next to his and the only hope he had left was she was on one of them.

The ships made it to their new destination and everyone started to unload the injured, weapons that they had and other items they had quickly grabbed before they escaped Winterfell. It was a castle surrounded by rocks and water and hopefully would be a good fortress yet the night king had a freaking dead dragon so what possibly could these rock walls stop. Arya watched other ships come in and scanned the people disembarking. She witnessed the hound coming off one ship and she walked toward him as he noticed her. He gave her a nodded that indicated he was happy she as alive but then again he knew she was a survivor and no white walker was going to take her down easily. He saw her scanning the area and he figured she was looking for a certain someone and based on what happened at Winterfell he guessed she was looking for a certain bastard blacksmith that he found slightly annoying and at times on the ship wanted to smack with his axe but he stopped himself or Arya would kill him in his sleep. “You can stop looking at who is coming over the boats milady he's not there. He already disembarked with the other wound. The bastard blacksmith you are looking for is over there near that soggy cave with the others.” The hound pointed toward a cave where others had put the injured and were setting up a new area for the forge they would need. Arya was shocked the hound knew who she was looking for as she whirled around to see the cave he was referring to. She looked at him as he chuckled “He was super annoying and wouldn't listen when he was told to not get up and move around with his injuries. I had the displeasure of minding him before he started getting snarky.” The hound then turned away and walked toward another group.

Gendry attempted to help setting up the forge but the pain was unbearable and he had to sit down and catch his breathe while trying not to scream out in pain for grunting and taking deep breaths was the next best thing. He collapsed on the closest cot as he grabbed his chest to try to will away the pain. Yep that didn’t work at all. As he leaned forward and put his head into his hand he felt hands on his arms and shoulders. His immediate response was to look at who was near him and to flinch away from the touch. When he looked at who was touching him his eyes came in contact with Arya’s! He has never been so relieved to see anyone in his life. The tension left his body as he leaned into Arya’s touch. 

Arya raced over to Gendry and she witnessed him collapse on a near cot in obvious pain as he grabbed his chest swearing to himself and looking like he was keeping himself from screaming. Arya dropped to her knees in front of him as she gripped his arms and his shoulders to make sure he was there alive and in front of her and it wasn’t her imagination. She must of shocked him when he flinched away from her touch and attempted to see who was grabbing him. The moment his eyes met hers the instant relief she saw must of mirrored her own the tension that was there a second ago disappeared as he leaned into her touch. “I kept my promise milady. Just a little scraped up and bruised.” He smiled as he said the name she hated but it was his way of saying I love you. “Yes you did keep your promise but you scared the shit out of me!” Arya raised her hand to his cheek as he sighed into it. 

She checked his injuries and cleaned a few of them up as he kept his one hand on her thigh or keeping his eyes on her making she didn’t disappear and he was indeed dreaming or dead. Everyone was starting to grow tired as exhaustion and fatigue from the battle caught up to them and the tension was starting to disappear. Gendry had laid down on the cot as Arya had draped a blanket over him. HIs eyes were starting to close even though he tried to keep them open his hand sought out hers as she remained by his side. The adrenaline was waring off and she was starting to feel fatigue set in as well. Her eyes were closing and she felt Gendry grip her hand as he raised the blanket off him offering her a spot next to him on the cot. She took off her weapon belt and her cloak and without hesitation climbed onto the cot next to him and before she laid down she gave him a kiss. Soft but full of meaning that he replicated in his kiss. She turned and pressed her back to his chest hopefully not hurting him to much as he covered them both up and wrapped one arm around her waist and pulling her closer to him as she grabbed his hand and intertwined his fingers with hers. Sleep was coming quickly and she heard him whisper into her hair “I love you, Arya.” as his breathing slowed. “I love you Gendry.” She whispered as she closed her eyes and fell asleep in the arms of the man she loved.

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strawberryfields-forever said: Ok so I absolutely LOVE your writing!! I was wondering if you could another roger Taylor Imagine where the reader gets really drunk and ends up at Rogers Place and he takes care of them and then she ends up confessing her feelings and you can take it from there? Please and thank you! Xxx

(a/n: i’m SO SORRY THIS IS SO LONG I CAN NEVER HELP MYSELF FUCK also this layout might be fucked when i first post it but i’ll try to fix it ASAP)

“Roger, it’s barely midnight, you’ve got to be fucking with me!” you complained, nearly tripping over yourself as he pulled you out of the pub and away from the guy who you’d just been chatting with. “Just one more pint!”

Roger ignored your incessant complaining as he got out onto the sidewalk, the pub door swinging shut behind you, and he began to look for a cab. Cursing at the lack of cars around, he quickly realized there was no way you were making it all the way back to your flat, not tonight. “My place, then,” he mumbled, letting go of your wrist to wrap his arm around your waist, starting to lead you towards his flat that was just over 7 blocks away.

“My flat is the other way!” you protested, almost being dead weight against his side as he used all of his strength to guide you down the street. “Where are we going, you silly goose?” you laughed, leaning even more on him and making him chuckle at how sloshed you were.

Despite your embarrassing situation, you were quite enjoying Roger’s arm around you. Of course, you were using all of your willpower left to keep your mouth shut, because even in your inebriated state, you knew this was not the time to clue Roger in on your little crush.

“Goose? Is that what you think of me?” he teased, helping you across the street and flipping off a car that honked at you both. “We’re going to my place, you can sleep there.”

“OoooOooOh,” you drew out, wiggling your eyebrows. “I get to go to the goose’s nest tonight!”

“My God,” he laughed, trying not to drop you as he continued to lead the way down the sidewalk, your arm wrapping loosely around his shoulder.

As he walked the 7 long blocks with you, you blabbered on and on about the guy at the bar. He had to hear about how he was an old friend from primary, and how he’d bought you drinks and asked if you’d been to a late night chips place down the road. You said you told him you hadn’t, so he offered to take you but you didn’t want to leave, and that’s about the time the “big boss Roger” showed up to end the fun.

As you walked up to the tower block Roger was living in with Brian and Freddie, you sighed dramatically and leaned your head on his shoulder. “I’m sorry I tried to make you stay longer,” you mumbled, slurring your words quite a bit, but Roger already knew how to decipher your drunken ramblings. You loved that about him. In fact, there were quite a few more things you loved about him that you hadn’t told him before. It was a pity you’d become such close friends, because you reckoned that was the only thing preventing you from telling Roger how you felt about him.

He chuckled and shook his head as you both approached the stairs, Roger wondering to himself how he’d get you up to the 4th floor. “Hey, let’s crawl up the stairs, that’d be fun, right?” he suggested, hoping you’d take to the idea. You groaned before starting to crawl up them, knowing the alternative was being carried and that would kill Roger before you got to the 2nd floor.

Roger followed, snickering a bit at the state of you, but encouraged you all the way to his floor, where you decided to lay down. “Rog, I’m beat,” you complained, pressing a hand against your head and closing your eyes. “I think I’m going to sleep here.”

“No, no, Y/N, don’t be a drama queen, that’s Fred’s job,” he ordered, grabbing ahold of your hand and pulling you up to what could be considered a standing position. Throwing your arm over his shoulder, he managed to drag you down to his flat as you apologized for trying to sleep. He then unlocked the door kicked it open gently, calling out for his roommates.

You decided to join in. “Freddieeeee,” you sang, your eyes still halfway closed and heavily lidded as you laughed at how terrible you sounded. “Briaaaann, come out, come out, wherever you are!”

Roger carefully sat you down on the sofa, patting your head gently before heading off to their rooms to find them empty. They must have decided to stay longer at the pub than they had originally planned, which made Roger groan softly. He was alone in getting your drunk ass to bed.

“Looks like it’s just you and me,” he said as he came back into the front room, where you’d managed to pull off your shoes and sprawl out on the couch. Your heart fluttered as you realized you were truly alone with Roger, and anything could happen. Jesus, I must be really drunk if I’m thinking we’re going to do anything but go to sleep tonight, you thought. “Let’s get a glass of water in you, eh?”

You nodded once, smiling lopsidedly up at him before closing your eyes and humming to yourself. As Roger grabbed a glass of water and some Tylenol for you, he heard you start to quietly sing off-key, then suddenly, you stopped. After a pause, you called out to him. “Rog, come sing your harmony, you bastard!”

You then began to sing Doing All Right unbearably loud, Roger trying to shush you and try not to laugh as he reminded you of the upstairs neighbor who hated how loud they were. As if on cue, the upstairs neighbor stomped on the floor, which made you shut up and look at Roger with an impish grin. He looked adorable tonight, and you hated yourself for noting that. He was supposed to be your best friend and confidant, and now here you were wondering why you hadn’t made out with him already.

As you admired him, he couldn’t help but grin back at you. Shaking his head, he helped you sit up, handing you the water and Tylenol before sitting next to you and pulling his shoes off. You gratefully took the pills and water, then sat the glass on the nightstand next to you before laying down again, sprawling over Roger’s lap and making him raise an eyebrow at you. “I’m sorry for being loud,” you practically whispered, running a hand over your face before giving him a guilty look. “I promise I’ll be good now.”

“You’re awfully apologetic tonight,” he remarked, relaxing back against the couch and spreading one arm out along the back while the other hand rested on your stomach lightly. “How come you never want to apologize to me when you’re not a shitfaced mess?!”

“Oh, fuck off and die,” you automatically replied, reaching out to smack his chest playfully. As soon as you did it, your jaw dropped and you began apologizing profusely, becoming a babbling mess again.

He began to shush you again, laughing in between shushes and finally resorting to putting a hand over your mouth. Quieting again, Roger gave it a moment before moving his hand to play with a strand of your hair instead. “I think it’s time you went to bed, sweetheart.”

“No, I’m finnne!” you swore, though your drooping eyelids told him otherwise. He gave you a look, which made you whine and roll off his lap, crawling to the floor and starting to make your way towards his bedroom. “You’re such a bully,” you whined as you slowly crawled your way down the hallway, Roger following close behind and rolling his eyes.

“Do you want to sleep on the floor tonight?” he warned, which made you crawl faster and scramble into his bed when you got to his room. “That’s what I thought.”

“I’m sorry, Rog, I didn’t mean it,” you whined, crawling under his covers and peeking out at him as he started to get ready for bed. “Thank you for taking care of me tonight,” you added, wanting to get back on his good side. “I really ‘preciate it, honestly. You’re the best.”

“That’s my job,” he reassured, pulling off his shirt and tossing it in his dirty laundry as you watched him. You admired his remarkably slender build that contradicted somewhat with his status as a drummer. He didn’t have any remarkably prominent muscles on him, but he was still toned, and though his hair was longer, he didn’t seem too feminine to you in the dim light that was coming through his blinds from the city lights outside. Though, would it matter if he did look feminine? You found yourself thinking that Roger was attractive to you in any state, drunk or sober, angry or happy, mean or nice, any way, any day.

“You’re my faaavorite, Roggie,” you said affectionately, overwhelmed with admiration for him all of a sudden.

Roger laughed at that, glancing back at you before going over to his closet. “I’d bloody hope so.”

“You don’t have to take care of me, like this, you know?” you mumbled, still watching him as he searched for some pajama pants in his piles of clothes. “I know I can be a bit much, and you’re soooo fucking wonderful for putting up with me,” you continued on, Roger smirking at that. He found a pair of pajama pants, which he started switching into, so you looked at the ceiling out of courtesy and started to close your eyes. “I mean it, Rog. You’re the best, you treat me wayyyyy too well. There’s nothing keeping you here-”

“Well, it’s my flat,” he interjected, making you open your eyes again and shoot him a dirty look. “I’m sorry, go on about how I’m the best,” he laughed, starting to crawl into bed with you and making you scoot over as he laid on his side next to you, watching you expectantly with his head propped up on one hand. You were suddenly nervous, Roger no closer than he’d ever been to you before. You’d slept in the same bed before, but you’d never felt so much love for him all at once while in such close proximity. Unable to filter yourself, you continued.

“I meant, like, I’m just me and that’s alright, I guess, but there’s no reason for you to stick around and take all my bullshit like you do. Like, you’re not my boyfriend or anything,” you rambled, both you and Roger not sure where you were going with this. The alcohol still coursing through your body propelled you, however, and you kept talking. “But I’on’t know, I always thought you’d end up my boyfriend, as much as you put up with me, but I’ve pretty much just given up that idea. You keep sticking around anyways, honestly kind of scamming yourself, you are,” you admitted, avoiding eye contact with Roger and instead looking at his collarbones as you played with the duvet nervously. You knew you’d started to say too much, but your stupid feelings wouldn’t stop coming out because you were so nervous and Roger being right there made you even more nervous.

“You thought we’d end up dating?” Roger asked, no hint of emotion in his voice to suggest he leaned either way on the issue. He was asking more for a clarification, which made you even more shaky as you tried to compose a response that wasn’t horridly revealing. However, that worked out about as well as it could, considering the amount of alcohol you’d consumed before leaving the bar.

“I guess, yeah,” you mumbled, still afraid to look up at him. “Fred’s always teasing me about when you’re going to ask me out, so I guess after a certain point… I didn’t mind the idea of it anymore?” The last part of the sentence came out as more of a question, and you squeezed your eyes shut, mentally smacking yourself for sounding so terrified. Fuck it. I’m already this far gone, why not just let it all out? “No,no, no, not I guess. I know I don’t mind the idea anymore. Actually, I’m a bit bummed you still haven’t asked me out. What’s with that?”

“Very subtle, Y/N,” Roger teased, reaching up to replace a stray hair that had fallen into your face. “Fred’s been bothering you about me, has he? I’ll have to tell him off tomorrow.”

“Oh, please don’t!” you begged, quickly looking up at him with a desperate look in your eyes. “He’ll know that I told you that I fancy you and then I’ll never hear the end of it!”

“Well, now there’s news,” Roger commented, a blush creeping on to your cheeks as you realized how stupidly you’d just told him how you felt about him. Shit, you’ve done it now, Y/N. “You never said you fancy me, love, not until just now. What’s with that?”

“Oh, forget it,” you groaned hopelessly, rolling over to face away from him and pulling the covers over your head. The room felt like it was spinning as you laid there in the dark, and you took a few deep breaths to calm down. “Forget I even said that, I’m sloshed and don’t know what I’m doing.”

Roger began to laugh, tugging the covers back down and booing you. “Oh, boo you, I was just taking the piss. Look at me, I’m sorry! I won’t do it again.” You reluctantly rolled back over, giving him the stink eye as you kept the covers pulled up to your shoulders, trying to hide as much vulnerability as possible. “Now, back to the asking you out thing, when did Fred start to bother you about this?”

You wracked your brain, struggling to pull memories through the muddle of alcohol and embarrassment, but you finally recalled at least an approximate date and managed to choke it out. “A couple months ago, maybe?”

“Damn! He was supposed to keep his mouth shut,” Roger cursed, mainly to himself. “Also, you’ve been taking this from him for two whole months?”

“Yeah,” you admitted reluctantly, sounding ashamed. Then, your brain latched on to what he said before, and starting racing as you tried to figure out what he’d meant. “Freddie was supposed to keep his mouth shut about what?” you pried, suddenly propping your head up on one hand too.

Roger chuckled, then shook his head and laid down on his back, his eyes lazily tracing around the ceiling as he answered nonchalantly. “Well, if you must know, I told him I’d been thinking about asking you out a couple months ago, when we were recording one night. But I’d honestly been having so much fun and going out with you anyways these last few months, I didn’t even think about it anymore. I thought he’d zipped it, but that worked about as well as I should have expected… Lead singers, they have such big mouths.”

Your face broke out into a wide grin as you processed what he was saying. “God, I better be sober enough now to remember this in the morning,” you murmured, rubbing your eyes to stop the room from spinning and hardly believing what had just went down.

“I’ll convince you it was a dream,” Roger taunted, looking over at you only to receive more stink eye from you.

“I’m going to write it down right now so I don’t forget,” you stated, climbing over him and out of the bed in a determined fashion, Roger trying to grab you to keep you from leaving but failing. You clumsily made your way over to his desk and grabbed a pencil and his journal that he wrote songs in, flipping through the pages to find an empty one while Roger untangled himself from the duvet that you’d gotten him wrapped up in.

“Hey, don’t read that!” he exclaimed, nearly falling off the bed as he tried to scramble over to you, so you ran out of the room, nearly slipping in the hallway as you made your way to the bathroom and locked yourself in. Roger got there two seconds too late, banging on the door as you leaned against the other side, knowing the lock wouldn’t hold long if he had a key. “Are you mad, Y/N? Give me my song book!”

You ignored him, figuring he genuinely didn’t want you to remember what he’d confessed, and kept going through the pages. On your quest to find an empty one, something caught your eye as you flipped through quickly, and you stopped. Going back, you realized that it was your name that had gotten your attention, and you got back to the page to find a song titled after you.

Curiosity got the best of you and you started reading his scribblings as best as you could. You realized it was a love song, and your heart soared as you smiled wider than you figured you ever had. Roger liked you as much as you fancied him, and now you had proof.

You heard Roger start to unlock the door with a key so you unlocked it anyways, swinging it open to find a disheveled Roger. His hair was unkempt, the duvet still caught around his foot, and he was looking at you wildly as he tried to rationalize what to do next. You were just smiling at him, his song book still open to the page you were just reading, and you held it up to show him. 

Visibly deflating, he snatched the song book from you and put a hand on your upper back, pushing you firmly but gently in the direction of his room like you were a small child in trouble for getting out of bed past bedtime.

“I didn’t write that,” he lied lamely, just making you giggle and laugh as you entered his room, crawling back into his bed. “It was… Brian. Yeah, Brian borrowed my journal and wrote that about you! Right weirdo, he is. I don’t write that mushy crud like him and Deacy.”

He leaned on his desk with one hand to reach down and unwrap the duvet from his ankle, and when he looked back up at you, you were still grinning and giggling at him. He sighed, mainly at himself, and came back over to the bed, tossing the duvet over you before reluctantly crawling back into bed with you and laying on his back, staring at the ceiling.

“Whatever you say, Rog,” you finally replied, Roger groaning softly as he refused to recognize he was on the embarrassing side of things now. However, when you curled up against his side and draped your arm loosely over his stomach, he didn’t push you away. 

In fact, as you drifted off peacefully, he even smiled a bit and wrapped an arm around you protectively, drifting off himself as he realized that, no matter how embarrassing, he’d finally gotten what he’d wanted after all this time – you.

[wongpuppy]

FATED, huang xuxi

↳ Rating lots of fluff + slight crack

↳ Pairing player!Xuxi x Y/N

↳ Word count 5k [ one-shot / soulmate!au ]

↳ Summary the red thread of fate was real after all, managing to make something out of nothing

Red Thread of Fate: ancient Chinese mythology about the lunar matchmaking god Yuè Lâo tying a red thread around the ankles of destined lovers at the age of 21; regardless of place, time, or circumstances.

The DJ played hectic, bass heavy EDM tracks that contrasted drastically to the semi formal themed party. You down the red of the alcoholic contents in the red solo cup with a wide smile, turning to your best friend Ella.

“Thank you for forcing me to come! I’m having the time of my life!”

Stress has been your closest best friend lately, with all the exams and projects being thrown at you. So when Ella asked you to go out with her, you were definitely more than hesitant at first.

You throw your hands in the air and Ella smirks at you. “I told you you’d have a blast.”

The sea breeze flows through your hair when you close your eyes and throw your head back, appreciating the open decked yacht and everything this extravagant party had to offer. You were on some random yacht off the coast, still close enough to be able to see the city. The moon was completely full tonight, high and dominating the entire sky.

Your tipsy mind free from troubles and bad thoughts. You felt reborn the moment the time went past midnight.

The DJ announces that it was midnight and the crowd cheers heavily and you join, not really knowing why exactly the mass of people were going crazy.

“You never did tell me what club this is or event this was, you know.” You take another cup of beer from the bar and chug the whole thing down in one go.

Ella’s eyes widen at your question and she laughs nervously, sipping on the cup in her hands. “Funny story, Y/N.”

You motion for her to go along whilst nodding and dancing to the song the DJ played, not really focused on what she was saying.

“This isn’t a club or event.” She sighs and avoids your gaze. Eun says the next sentence quick and all in one breath, knowing exactly how you’re gonna take it. “Its Xuxi’s yacht, and he’s now officially 21!”

Your best friends throws her hands in the air as if to cheers, but you felt every ounce of alcohol fade once she mentions the younger boys name. Whether it was the tequila shots or just how much you hated him, your hearts been racing ever since Xuxi was brought into the conversation.

You knew you could never date a guy younger than you, even if it was just a few months younger like him.

“Are you fucking with me?” Your arms are immediately crossed against your chest as you stare at Ella with a narrow gaze.

Needless to say, Xuxi and your relationship was pretty worse for wear. You loathed him, his intensely cocky personality and ‘i’m richer and better than you’ attitude was a complete turn off. Everything about Huang Xuxi was a complete turn off.

“He invited us.” She shrugged. “You were having so much fun before I mentioned it was his party.”

Invited us? Give me a break. As far as you could tell, Xuxi hated you almost just as much as you hated him. He sneered at you whenever he saw you and even gave you the nickname Top Bitch. Which, to be honest, didn’t really sound all that bad to you.

“Exactly.” You sigh and feel a headache come out of nowhere, leaving you clutching your right temple. “I’m allergic to even the slightest mention of him, I just got a headache. I’ll be back, don’t think you’re in the green.”

You move past the crowd to get towards the bathroom, or anywhere that was at least somewhat quiet. Going inside the large living room, you walk towards a bathroom but when you knock and only hear explicit noises on the other side; you cringe and leave. So you go towards the main bedroom instead, walking in when no one answers your knock.

The empty and quiet room let you release a sigh in happiness, massaging your temples. Contemplating laying down on the large and inviting white bed, you go to the bathroom instead; only feeling your temples throb even more.

You wince as you walk towards and pull open the door to the bathroom only to jump back and shriek at the sight.

None other than Huang Xuxi was leaning against the sleek marble sink, clutching his forehead until he jumped at the sound of the door opening and a girly squeal. You watch him groan and wince before turning to you.

But, amazingly once you connect eyes, the throbbing pain is gone and all you feel is relief. Your shoulders relax, your head feels light, its like a wave of serenity flows all through your body. You couldn’t help but feel so at ease, its like you forgot who you were currently gawking at.

“Y/N?” Xuxi looks at you with dazed, confused eyes before looking you up and down, iris’ doubling size at the sight of your feet. “Oh my god.”

You quickly look down and you instantly get why, mouth falling open.

Your black minidress and strappy black heels allowed for a thin, glowing red thread to wrap and tie itself around your ankle. But it didn’t stop there, you watched in horror as it continued onto the bathrooms tilled floors and under Xuxi’s pants, presumably to tie around his ankle.

You swallow thickly. The string felt like nothing but Xuxi and you could definitely see it, the vibrant red surrounded by a bright white light.

“What the hell is going on? Did you do this? Is this some sort of joke?” You stare at the last visible end of the thread before it disappears under the tall, irritating boys pants. He sighs, still staring at your ankle and the ribbon with a disbelieving look.

“No, princess, its a stupid fairytale my dad used to tell me. Guess its fucking real, huh.” Xuxi squeezes his eyes shut and you’re stood there in the doorway between the bedroom and bathroom still in shook. “Red thread of fate, a Chinese myth about a string that ties around two fated lovers ankles. We’re... We’re soulmates.”

The two of you stare at each other with disbelief written all over your faces, before you burst into laughter. “Thats a joke right? You’re definitely messing with me.”

When Xuxi continues to stare at you with his wide brown eyes, your laughter soon fades when you realize his facial expression wasn’t changing at all. Your face falls and you quickly reach down to your ankle, trying to pull at the string. Your hand just goes through it, as if it was just a hologram.

Your jaw drops. “H-How?”

“I don’t know.” Xuxi replies, eyes watching your hand go through the thread, yet the thread followed your foot wherever it went. “This... This is so fucked up.”

You grumble and give up, sitting on the floor and careful not to flash that guy-your soulmate your undies. Crossing your arms across your chest, the both of your eyes set on the thread connecting the two of you. You swallow thickly when a thought comes to your mind.

“Why aren’t you calling me Top Bitch?”

Thats when you fully take notice that this whole hour consisted of a very different Xuxi, one that hasn’t called you any names or threw a comment at you. He hasn’t cursed at you, hasn’t given you any looks, this was definitely unusual for Xuxi. This Xuxi was full of big, brown eyes that seemed to be permanently dazed. His words were softer, almost as if Xuxi’s voice got gentler the second he turned 21.

Xuxi’s eyes whip to yours and they’re obviously wide. “Holy shit. I haven’t called you that.” He swallows thickly and quickly looks away from your gaze with pink on his cheeks. “I don’t feel like I want to anymore.”

For the first time in the whole three years you’ve known Xuxi, your heart flutters for a second. But that one second is so profound it leaves you clutching your chest and shaking your head slowly.

“What is going on with me?”

“You’re falling for me, Y/N.” Xuxi lightly smirks for the first time since the two of you locked eyes, which is very surprising. He sighs a second later and taps the sink. 

“Shut the fuck up.” You sneer at him and scrunch your face. “This is all my drunk mind and everything will wear off in an hour or two.”

Xuxi sits on the floor leaning against the sinks drawers. “Enjoying my party?” He’s sitting across from you and the end of his feet reach your knees where the ends of yours reach the middle of his calf. You take a quick inhale and look away.

“I guess. Then this crazy migraine came out of nowhere and now I’m here.”

“Same here. But its completely gone now.”

That definitely meant your headaches were connected. There was no way the both of you could get a headache at the same time then have it leave at the same time. 

The red thread. 

Your eyes narrow and you go to nudge his calf, but once your foot touches his leg, it was like adrenaline flew through your bodies, goosebumps instantly rising. And when you looked at the thread, it started to slowly loose its vibrancy. Your eyes widened.

“Xuxi, look, if we’re touching the string gets dimmer and fades really slowly. If I pull away it stops.” You show him and nod to yourself with a small grin. “So it should fade away the more we’re touching.”

When you look up at Xuxi, he looks as if he was daydreaming but looking directly at you. His lips were in a small side smile and eyes low. The way he managed to look at you pretty intimately made your cheeks pink. “I think that’s the first time you’ve said my name.”

“Thats definitely not true.” You scoff and can’t help but laugh under your breath. Xuxi’s grin widens just a little at the sight.

“Lets just say it was then.”

Your grin is unbearably wide and you couldn’t believe it, never once thinking Xuxi of all people would be making you blush. But then you remember that it was Xuxi and you clear your throat and rolled your eyes. “Please, Xuxi, how many other girls have you used that on?”

“If I’m being completely honest, a lot.” Xuxi twists the rings on his fingers and you scoff loudly. When you sit up to leave, he leans forward and lightly grasps the back of your calf and you let out an audible gasp.

It was crazy, it felt like butterflies that took a lot of steroids.

“But up until an hour ago, I’ve only been thinking about one girl and its only been you.” You’re standing up and you swallow thickly at the honesty in his voice and big, brown eyes. “Which is fucking insane because we’re supposed to hate each other... right?”

You run your hands through your hair and sigh. “Its this red string thing. But the feelings aren’t real, it’ll all fade, look.”

You point to your ankles and the slightly faded string but Xuxi keeps his eyes on you, swallowing thickly at your sentence.

“Don’t you... don’t you feel like this is something more?”

Your eyes snap back up to Xuxi’s and your throat goes dry. He immediately gets up and motions between the two of you. “I don’t know about you but I’ve never felt anything like this before and I’ve been in love, so, this is different.”

You narrow your eyes at him. Xuxi? In love? That was an idea you never would’ve connected. Yet, you couldn’t help but agree. Even if you’ve never really been in love, you’ve felt it and knowing exactly how much you hated Xuxi, whatever was still keeping you in the bathroom with him was powerful.

“Why us?” You sigh and squeeze your eyes shut. “I’m soulmates with a guy who sleeps with a different girl every night!”

“Hey.” Xuxi frowns and takes a few steps towards you. “Thats not true. You know I won’t do that to you, I’m not that type of guy in relationsh-“

This Xuxi was definitely one that you aren’t used to, seeing him in a completely different light. It was as if he really did care.

“I don’t know that you wouldn’t do that to me!” You point a finger to his chest and ignore the sparks that go off from the smallest contact. “And don’t talk about us in a relationship, take a few steps back.”

He rolls his eyes and holds his hands up, moving back and away from you. And even though you know you asked him to move back, you couldn’t help but feel a loss of comfort the more steps Xuxi took. You groan at the feeling.

“I need air.” You mutter, taking one last fleeting look across Xuxi and his big, wide eyes before walking out of the bathroom and bedroom, and out towards the empty front deck. The entire walk your eyes were focused on the red string around your ankle.

No one else seemed to notice the string, as it followed your ankle through the mass of people. When you got to the deck, you take a deep breath and sigh. The three years of unfortunate encounters with Xuxi and you could be compared to a cat and dog type of relationship. The two of you went at it back and forth, ever since you first met.

Three years ago

You and your friends were at some random dorm hall on campus, playing pool and chilling in the community game room. It was around 9:36pm on a Sunday so campus was almost empty, save for the guys playing pool casually next to you.

Not gonna lie, you noticed them the minute you walked in the room, talking to your roommate Ella. Especially the taller, blonde one. He was probably the most beautiful guy you’ve ever seen, with full lips and broad shoulders, he was definitely gonna be stuck in your head for a few days.

But when he caught you staring, he gave you a cocky smirk that had you rolling your eyes. If theres one thing you hated, it was a conceited guy who played girls with that exact smirk.

You’ve had too much experience and you were sure this wouldn’t add to it. In the corner of your eye you watch him and a couple of his friends walk over and you groan, nudging Ella. “They’re coming over.”

“Sheesh, blondies a looker. I caught you rolling your eyes when you saw him.” She sneaks a look at him and turns back to you with a satisfied grin.

“Not my type.” You cross your arms across your chest and boldly turn to watch him and his friends get closer. “He’s way to cocky for me, I feel it.”

“I like them confident.” Ella eyes you. “Can I go for him?”

“Go for it.” You shrug at her and turn back when the guy in question and his friends are in front of you and your friends.

“I don’t think we’ve seen any of you before.” The blonde guy keeps his gaze and smirk locked securely on you. “Do you live in the hall?”

“We live in Beacon across campus.” Even if Ella’s the one that spoke up and answered, Xuxi takes his time looking away from you to her. You scoff.

“Interesting.” He turns back to you with a cheeky grin. “I’m Xuxi.”

“My names Ella.” She holds out her hand towards him and he looks away from you with a little wink. You shake your head and turn to his friends instead. They seemed a lot calmer than Xuxi, the two boys now turned to you with warm grins.

“Hey, I’m Y/N.” You nod your head at them and they nod back. The one with light brown hair and a pretty smile answers first.

“My names Kun, I’m Xuxi’s roommate.”

“Sicheng, nice to meet you.” The boy with flawless features and light blonde hair replies.

“Nice to meet you guys too, both of you freshman?”

“No, Sicheng and I are sophomores. This is your first semester here?” Kun replies and you nod grinning at him.

“And you aren’t caught up by the force that is Huang Xuxi, impressive.” Sicheng smirks and you laugh a little, shrugging.

“Theres a lot more to a pretty face.” You look back over to Xuxi and where he stood with your friends a couple feet away. You turn back to them with a grin. “So what’re you guys’ majors?”

“Xuxi and I are both business majors.” Kun replies with a shrug. “I’m not really into it, more into editing and videography, which I do on the side.” 

“I’m a theatre major.” Theres a faint pink hue that spreads across Sicheng’s face until he shrugs it off. “My parents wouldn’t let me go to acting school so this is the closest thing to that.” 

You laugh loudly and shake your head at the two of them, already knowing you’re going to like them. “That’s really cool. I’m a bio major, but I might switch because it’s already getting hard and I don’t like that.” 

Kun visibly cringes while Sicheng shrugs. The lighter blonde boy smirks at you, nudging Kun. “He failed intro to bio twice in his freshman year, it was pretty sad.” 

You laugh again and when your eyes fleet across the room for a second, you catch Xuxi’s eyes. He turns back to you with another smirk.

“I don’t think I got your name.” Xuxi excuses himself from the girls before walking over to you without another word.

“It’s Y/N.” You give him an unimpressed look when he looks you up and down. He grins wolfishly.

“Thats a lovely name and, do I hear an accent?”

“Get her whole life story then her snapchat, bro, always works.” Kun scoffs and you grin at him. You pull out your phone towards Kun and Sicheng, away from Xuxi.

“Speaking of, can I get the both of yours?”

Both their eyes widen slightly before nodding and pulling out their phones and exchanging codes. Behind you, you can hear Ella and the girls hounding Xuxi for his snapchat and you release a sigh of relief.

Until Kun turns to the girls and asks for their usernames. Whilst Kun and Sicheng were getting the girls’ codes, it left you and yours truly free.

“So, Y/N,” Xuxi takes a few steps towards you, “my snapchats h-u-a-x-u-x-i.”

You raise a brow. “I don’t remember asking for it, do you?”

He looks confused for a second before his smirk grows. “You’re feisty, huh. Don’t worry, babe, I love a challenge.”

You scrunch your face in disgust, wondering how such pretty looks can be obscured by such a narrow personality. But before you could say anything, Ella’s voice calls Xuxi’s name and you sigh in relief.

“I’ll catch you in a bit, Y/N.” He winks at you while walking backwards and towards Ella. You wave with a fake smile before turning away with a roll of your eyes. You turn to Kun and Sicheng instead, enjoying their company much more than Xuxi’s.

Later that night you get a notification on your phone and its a request from none other than ‘huaxuxi’ himself. You nibble on your bottom lip for a few minutes before accepting it. And you already felt like you would regret this.

Xuxi: Kun spilled and told me your username :)

Y/N: tell kun i dont like him anymore

Xuxi: Does that mean you like me more?

Y/N: that would require me to like you in the first place :)

It only takes Xuxi a week before he realizes that you actually didn’t like him and decided that you thought of yourself too highly. From then came Top Bitch and the countless sneers and scoffs. 

And thats just how it was for the both of you, never any different.

You’re sitting in the cafeteria with the girls when some of the NCT boys walk by, making you roll your eyes and sink in your seat lower catching a glimpse of who was there. But instead of walking up to your table, Xuxi just walks by and doesn’t even say hi making you furrow your brows. 

“Did Xuxi just ignore me?” You mutter to Ella once he’s a good distance away. You keep looking at him sneakily behind her shoulder and when he catches your gaze, instead of smirk or wink, Xuxi glares at you. “Holy shit he just glared at me.” 

“Maybe he gave up, isn’t that what you wanted?” Ella replies, shrugging at you. 

“Yeah.” You say quietly, swallowing thickly when your throat goes a little dry. “Yeah, it is.”

⇝⇝⇝

It isn’t until that moment that you realized you completely ditched Ella. You groan and quickly pull out your phone from the back of your tight, strapless dress. Texting her where you were, you at least knew she would still be on the boat.

You put away your phone and sigh, leaning against the yacht railing and watching the moonlight play against the water, the full moon still bright and powerful. The cities colorful and lit skyline looks almost animated and magical.

“I’ve been looking everywhere for you!”

You turn your head to the sound of your best friends voice, Ella walking towards you with narrowed eyes. You sigh and shake your head.

“You wouldn’t believe what I went through.”

Ella raises a brow at you once she’s beside you. “Oh? Do tell.”

You nibble on your bottom lip and realize you didn’t even know where to begin. How do you tell someone that a magical, mythical Chinese fable about soulmates happened to you?

“Remember three years ago when we met Xuxi?”

Ella’s eyes get a bit widened, noticing the way you say his name without cringing. She nods and motions for you to go on.

“Why didn’t you ever go for him?”

“Oh, honey,” she sighs and rolls her eyes, “I tried. He was just too... preoccupied, I guess.”

“Preoccupied?” You furrow your brows and turn back to the view.

“Y/N, he was like hooked on you the minute he saw you. Theres no way you didn’t notice.”

You sigh loudly and face her with a stressed look.

“Do you see anything tied around my ankle?”

Ella gives you a funny look before looking down and confusedly on your ankle. “No? It’s too dark, here let me put flash on.”

You look down at the still half vibrant red thread that stood out in the darkness with a sigh. “Never mind, it’s okay.”

“Are you okay, Y/N?” Your best friend gives you a worried look, never seeing you like this before.

Your chin wobbles and you close your eyes. “Xuxi and I, we’re soulmates.”

Ella stares at you, waiting for you to shout ‘JK’ or to laugh it off. But your straight face doesn’t falter, making your best friends eyes widen.

“How do you know? Xuxi? Soulmates?”

Your eyes pull open and you sigh at her. “Its hard to explain but yeah it’s true.”

“Is it true to you though?”

You look at Ella’s face and hesitates before nodding a little. Now that you were apart from Xuxi, your mind was clear but there was an obvious divide. When you were with him there was electricity in the air, sparks flying from the slightest look. It felt like something else completely being around him, it felt nice. Inviting.

“Yeah, Ella, I do.”

⇝⇝⇝

Xuxi collapses on his bed with a loud sigh, already feeling his headache coming back. He knew you were walking further and further, spending three minutes earlier just watching the red thread twist and turn.

Theres no time for him to be alone with his thoughts as his best friend Sicheng walks in a few seconds later. “Xuxi, bro, why are you still in here? The parties outside!”

Xuxi sits up on his bed and rubs his hands over his face. “Have your parents told you about that myth about the red thread of fate? About the soulmates?”

Sicheng furrows his brows and gets up from his place where he was leaning against a desk table. His confused face was obvious, Xuxi never being the one to talk anything about love, feelings, or soulmates. “Yeah, why?”

“Its true, bro.” Xuxi sighs and avoids Sicheng’s eyes, focusing on the floor. “Y/N and I...”

Sicheng’s eyes snap down to the exact placement of the thread and he comes closer. “I don’t see anything, Xux.”

“Obviously.” The taller boy motions for the vibrant red string. “But Y/N and I definitely do.”

“No fucking way.” The other Chinese guy shakes his head staring at Xuxi’s ankle. Until a smirk blooms on his face. “Y/N, though? I’m not surprised.”

“Right?!” Xuxi groans and stops, realizing Sicheng said the complete opposite of what he thought the guy would say. “Wait, what do you mean? We hated each other.”

“In the whole three years we’ve known each other, Y/N’s the only girl thats been consistently in your life that isn’t family.” Sicheng shrugs and continues to smirk at the boy sitting on the bed. “Which is insane because, you know, it’s you. And I am now 30 dollars richer thanks to you and Mr. Kun.”

Xuxi completely skips over the second sentence once Sicheng finishes talking, turning to the boy with wide eyes and an incredulous look. “The both of you bet on Y/N and me?!”

“To date, yeah, but this whole fate thing is basically the same thing, right?” Sicheng laughs loudly and winks at Xuxi. “I’m joking, man. But, knowing Y/N, she isn’t too happy with this?”

“That’s an understatement. She’s outside getting air.” Xuxi lays back down with a groan. “When it went past midnight, its like my feelings towards Y/N flipped. I feel so different towards her, like, I don’t mind this whole... situation, you know? The whole soulmates thing?”

“Then what the fuck are you doing here?” Sicheng claps loudly, instantly pulling him out of his reverie and forces Xuxi on his feet. “Go and tell her that!”

“Are you sure?” Xuxi gives him a small look, not really knowing what to do in this position at all. He was used to girls but you were something completely different, not like any girl he’s ever dealt with. The last thing Xuxi wanted to do was piss you off, knowing how heated you would get. 

“One hundred percent.” The shorter boy shrugs with a smirk. “When am I ever wrong, Xux? Now, go!”

Xuxi hurriedly runs out of the bedroom without a second thought, racing to find you. It was clear as day in his mind now, Xuxi realized that all these years of detesting you was nothing but a hoax, because if you were ever somehow out of his life; Xuxi wouldn’t know what to do. 

He doesn’t stop to wink or talk to girls, only thanking and waving at the people who told him happy birthday. Xuxi was a man on a mission, racing through his yacht to get you.

“Y/N.” He gets to the front deck and slows his steps when you aren’t alone. Your best friend, Ella, he recognized, stood beside you with dear in headlights eyes. “Oh, shit, sorry, I thought you were alone.”

“Oh! Its okay, I was just asking about rides back home.” Ella laughs nervously, nudging you low key. “I’ll see you in a bit, okay?”

You nod and watch your best friend leave, not without throwing you a thumbs up and wink before she was gone. When its just you and Xuxi, the electricity is back and the headache is gone.

“Your headache stopped too?” You ask him and he nods at first before he realizes what you asked and Xuxi’s eyes widened.

“How did you know my head hurt?”

You shrug and the corner of your lips pull up. “Soulmate thing.”

Xuxi’s eyes focus on your smile for a second longer then bubbling laughter flows out of him. He takes some steps closer to you, reaching forward to hold your hand. Theres the feeling of pop rocks the second your hands touch and its addictive.

“The feelings aren’t fake or gonna fade in a day or two.” Xuxi clears his throat and blushes a little, the tops of his ears turning red. “They’ve always been there. This whole string thing just made me realize it.” 

The moonlight, colorful city lights, and fairy lights decked throughout the yacht made this moment so magical, for the first time that night, you fully believed in the old Chinese wise tale. 

“You piss me off a lot but I don’t know what I’d do without it.” You say with a shrug, smirking not long after. Xuxi chuckles and bites down on his lip, looking down at you.

“Are you willing to give it a shot, Y/N?”

You sigh and playfully roll your eyes, standing closer to him. “I guess I will, Xuxi.”

The red thread between the two of you dissolves almost all together the longer the two of you keep smiling at each other. Seconds later, fireworks go off in the backdrop and scares you, making you shriek and jump. Xuxi laughs loudly and holds you against his chest, watching the colorful lights in the sky.

“I forgot the fireworks went off at 2am.”

“Why 2 in the morning?” You laugh loudly, unable to stop yourself from clutching onto his chest to get closer. The warmth Xuxi gave off was so inviting.

“So people don’t forget it’s my birthday.” Xuxi smirks to himself, obviously proud of himself. You roll your eyes but laugh none the less.

“You’re unbelievable, Xuxi.”

[faunusrights]

OFFAL HUNT REMASTERED LIVEBLOG // CHAPTERS 10 + 11

we had a week of peace and now we’re gonna get annihilated!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! YAY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! i have no clue how long this liveblog may end up but hell and high water i’m combining them both

she tore the jade pendant from her neck and flung it into the darkness.

let’s give a warm welcome, to sadness,

i’m very excited for all-new cinder content hhhhhhh if u havent gathered by now I Love This Bitch and I Love Her Many Problems so im thankful for this gift 😞

Cinder was a ruin, her pride carved and served like slabs of meat.

i can FEEL diesel n kc rly patting themselves on the back for every bit of wet meat they can toss at me!!!!!!!!!! U HEAR THAT I CAN FEEL U!!!!!!!!!!! but also i still love this shit w/ all my heart!!!!!!!!!! IM NEVER GONNA STOP SAYIN IT

She had never looked at Glynda’s files.

im so sorry cinder baby but that whole thing? is still HILARIOUS oh my GOD i cannot believe you fucked up that badly. u shoved yr entire head into a beartrap. u absolutely crapped yr pants on that one. yr gonna be thinking abt that on yr deathbed,

/looks at the chapter title again

hhhhhhhh im. so pumped. its gonna be hard to talk abt most of this w/o doing a million fingerguns a minute but i’m gonna try my best

Cinder approached the mirror and touched its silvered face with black-tipped claws,

I SAID IM GONNA TRY MY BEST!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

She was iron barbs beneath the nail bed, glowing coals underfoot, the singular capacity to do harm. She was a beast, armed with fang and claw and a deep, dark void where her compassion should have laid, and she was dressed for dinner.

HHHHHH god YES THIS IS THE CINDER IM THIRSTY FOR............ i literally cannot say anything that isnt a massive 👈😎👈 but AAAAAAA

like im reading thru this and i cant cherry-pick lines this whole bit? is SO GOOD...  kc n diesel are Yet Again obliterating me w/ their mastery of the narrative style of offal hunt and i just love all of this i rly wish i could explain how offal hunt is EXACTLY MY BRAND!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! F U C K

The final touch on her mastercraft disaster: the four sawed-off horn stumps which grew among her silver-streaked hair.

HOOOO B O I i am. Losin it!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I LOVE HER HORNS.......... CINDR...............

Wretchedly, she wondered: did Glynda even respect her now?

any other villain: my plan didnt work and im mad >:( cinder fall: my plan didnt work and now im mad but also mostly sad :(

CINDER’S TRYING HER BEST GOD.......... i literally hate how the remaster has made her So Soft, Actually... I BELIEVE IN U CINDER!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I LOVE U!!!!!!!!!!!!! DO YR BEST

Every part of her was hot and hollow. She was sick with loathing.

i LOVE HER.... CINDER I HOPE U KNO THAT YR LOVED... god tho i dont like how SAD I AM RN... cinder’s so small and the world is so big and wants 2 Shit On Her blease

honestly like. im rly- LOOK I SAID THIS BEFORE BUT. this is why im rly lovin the new cinder content because in the first version we only got glimpses of her internal machinations and now we’re in full-blown Always Sad territory and everything is suffering :)

She blinked. Her double did not.

‘well’, thought murphy. ‘that’s terrifying.’

she’d only survived thanks to a keen instinct for danger, cultivated during her tenuous teenage years.

i NEED. I NEED. CINDER BACKSTORY. all these lil nuggets dont constitute a meal! I WANT A BIG MAC AND FRIES. WHAT THE HELL WAS THIS BABY DOING!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

also again. the body horror of offal hunt? peak content. Im Lovin It

its getting harder to divine what is and what is not a 👈😎👈 because we got bits sprinkled around and theres only rly a spoiler potential if u glue em all together so im still being extra careful and the answer is blared in everyones faces so this whole kondor scene will go uncommented unless some Bullshit Happens which it will, so,

When she had become so invested in Glynda’s approval? When had a desire to be recognized as something inhuman, something ferocious, something black and terrible and capable of keeping up with Glynda Fucking Goodwitch turned into this?

oh! oh! i have the answer! i do! i know the answer! it’s you a lesbian,

The spectres of her youth haunted this city, owl-eyed children and fox-eared teens. They’d been a second sort of family, the only kind she’d had within these walls, and she’d wondered what had become of them in the past decades, but…

It was too sentimental, and she wasn’t meant to be a creature of sentiment.

oh boy okay wow

okay so actually this bit made me cry??? fuck OFF im losing it!!!!!!!! LET HER BE SENTIMENTAL!!!! LET HER HAVE PPL TO CARE ABT!!!!!!!!!! IM LITERALLY CRYING IM GONNA DIE!!!!!!!!!

She would go barefoot from this point on, her heels clutched at her side. When she left the hotel room to steal into the night, she promised herself not to look back.

im sorry im just. so sad rn. i havent cried over a fic in YEARS and we still have another chapter ago i hate this SO MUCH..............

here comes chapter 11 

if i cry even once more im going to stab!!!!!! im not sure what BUT ILL STAB!!!!!!!!!!!!

Even without his wings, the Manticore would easily have been twice the size of any of the other Grimm, far outstripping them in sheer bulk.

HATI!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! HATI HATI HATI

holy shit we actually get to see him this time!!!!!!!!!!! WE GET TO SEE THIS LEGENDARY BOY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! THIS CHONCC,

also hes a manticore now which is, Radical, may i just say, and just a little bit sexy,

The effortless grace in each move betrayed power most Grimm would not live to achieve. Once he stood, he had to dip his head low to meet her eye to eye. His canines were the length of her forearm.

if u werent here for the remaster? we never even SAW hati but now hes here, hes Big, and rly thats all that matters,

Like a child who’d been allowed to lie and lie until at last they’d strangled themself in the web they’d spun, Cinder couldn’t speak. Could only wait on his verdict.

every single one of cinder’s inherent themes is killing me and this business w/ family? stop. im dying. this is rude

The scant space between them popped and cracked like an sparking flame, warm and effervescent, and this time, Cinder lingered, hugging Hati close.

IF I CRY ONCE MORE!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I MEAN IT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! IF U ASSHOLES MAKE ME CRY ONCE MORE I WILL DOXX YOU,

aaaaaaaaaaaaaah im loving this content i rly dont have words for it dhjfgsdfgjh i just, rly like the words, and the order theyre in, and i honestly keep forgetting to liveblog it cause i just wanna READ EM!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Tempting as it was—as it always had been, ever since she’d left the relative safety of the wastes and learned what happened to scraggly-limbed teens with horns and fangs and gleaming eyes—

with every chapter i desperately have 2 kno more abt baby cinder i HAVE to know i am so. UNBEARABLY CURIOUS... baby cinder what happened... what happened 2 u....

A lantern’s glow warmed her, bleeding into the darkness leeching at them both. It was a gentle gold across her skin, and like an answering signal from a distant outpost, Cinder saw a flush of light through the dark fur lining Hati’s throat, as though flames licked at his insides.

i forgot. that cinder glows like that when she feels Loved or full of pride and you know what i dont like these chapters. they were made to hurt me and i Dont Like That (im mclovin it)

From the safety of Hati’s neck, she found it easier—after all this time, he was still her bastion.

WHEN YOU REALISE? THAT YR ACTIONS HAVE CONSEQUENCES?? STOP,

For a regular person, the machine would be able to draw out short bursts of power, the likes of which no Semblance could ever channel. The taxation would eventually destroy the soul so deeply, so thoroughly, as to leave it empty for good.

For a Witch? For—

the fact. she cut herself off before she could think ‘for glynda’. has me on the FLOOR. this bit is just So Much i dont like it

Glynda Goodwitch would not abandon this hunt. Cinder knew it, had read it from her palms like an open book—Glynda Goodwitch did not know how to stop. If it had been anyone else on Remnant, they might never return, might never pull themselves back into action after today—but Glynda did not have a shred of self-preservation.

me, knocking against cinder’s head: u kno for someone w/ so many schemes in yr brain yr pretty dumb and gay, huh,

firstly let’s talk abt cinder’s “””””””””””””””””””self-preservation””””””””””””””””””” instin-- whats that? not found? yes

[Glynda’s] eyes were empty, hungry, insatiable.

i feel like ive read this line before! lets jump back a chapter--

In [Cinder’s] eyes, there was a subtle, endless hunger.

WAKE UP CINDER SHE’S YR SOULMATE!!!!!!!!!!! THE COFFEE’S READY U CAN SMELL THE BACON FROM HERE WAKE UP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

With a fluid leap, they were in the air, the ground quickly shrinking beneath them. Pressing her face against his neck to shield herself from the wind, she closed her eyes and prepared herself for what was to come, trusting Hati to deliver her safely.

that said i ADORE my boy hati is literally the best part of offal hunt kc and diesel do not interact,

He was frozen in horrific anticipation, like watching an imminent tragedy and being absolutely helpless to stop it. Like all the tension was mixed with grief and hopeless, futile fear.

when will offal hunt be nice to me. when will any of these characters get to be happy. hello. im full of sadness.

The sound was like a saw working back and forth, but resonating inside her head, rattling every tooth in her jaw, deafening to her ears.

im literally gritting my teeth at this i can hear it in my own head and its Very Bad!!!!!!!!!!!!! GOD AAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

okay god i can barely handle to quote anything more this bit is hurting ME so lets swiftly move on before I Die

Cinder closed her weary eyes, sinking into sleep like a shallow grave.

BE NICE TO HER!!!!!!!!!!!!!! BE NICE TO HER JUST THIS ONCE, PLEASE, IM BEGGING YOU,

They only knew death, only ever sought death; fangs and claws slicked with blood, magic rending meat and marrow apart, and everywhere that choking, scalding heat, spilled blood like magma, like the core of a planet.

hmm... that seems like a 👈😎👈 ~reference~

They were all alert, ears pricked, hackles raised like Hati’s. They all fixed on the same spot, somewhere beyond the darkness of the cave opening, and though she could barely think, she knew:

She was out of time. The Witch was here.

oh no.

okay so THATS CHAPTERS 10 AND 11! i only cried ONCE and u kno what thats. a Victory. these two chapters were VERY GOOD i rly loved em and i can tell new readers r gonna have a blast w/ this shit!!!!!!!!!! meanwhile i, a veteran reader, am full of peril,

terrible.

[alexanderskarsgardsmustache]

Grapefruited - Sledgefu

Happy Fruit week my haters said I couldn’t have another anthem so I made sure I had another anthem Major Key we the best fanfics

Mer says he wants to try something new, and Gene doesn’t know whether he should be turned on or scared. Please don’t actually try doing this thanks. 2k words that I didnt proofread.

Gene had gotten used to the demeanor his lover adopted when he wanted to coerce someone (usually him) into something. He watched out of the corner of his eye as Merriell slunk into the living room while he was reading one day. He came up behind Eugene quietly, beginning to massage his shoulders slowly.

“What’r’ya readin?” he asked, feigning interest, and Gene fought the urge to melt into his touch.

“Just a book. What are you up to?”

“Nothin’.” was the answer, completely unconvincing. Gene hummed to answer him, and Merriell increased the pressure on his shoulders. He let a minute or so pass before he spoke again, straining to keep excitement from his voice.

“I got sumin I wanna try with ya,” he informed him, and Eugene felt himself caught between excitement and exasperation. The first one or two times Merriell had ever said this to him, Gene had been over the moon. By now, he knew better.

“What is it?” he asked, but Merriell didn’t answer him. He just sucked air through his teeth and clamped down on Gene’s shoulders.

“I can’t tell ya, but I know ya gonna like it,” he finally said, smirking down at Gene when he looked up at him. Eugene weighed his options - sometimes Merriell was into some strange shit, but he always stopped when he was asked, and it had been some time since they had done something crazy. He sighed, causing Merriell’s grin to grow wider. Eugene considered him for a moment longer, wishing he could will himself to change his mind.

“Where do you want me?”

“Kitchen,” Merriell answered before he leaned forward and pecked Gene on the lips. “Sit at the table and I’ll be right there.” Eugene did as he asked, even shedding his clothes when Merriell called “Undressed!” from the other room. He felt exposed, sitting naked on a wooden chair, but Merriell’s low whistle upon seeing him made heat rush to his groin. Gene’s gaze settled on the piece of cloth in Mer’s hand, and his frown must have been noticeable.

“It’s for ya eyes - don’t need ya seein’ what I’m doin’ too soon.”

“I’m starting to regret this, Mer,” Eugene said as he allowed himself to be blindfolded nonetheless.

“Trust me, Gene, ya gonna like this,” he promised, running his fingers along Gene’s body lightly, making him shiver. He felt Merriell get up and walk from him, and heard him moving a few things around before he returned, kneeling between Eugene’s legs.

“Cummon Sledgehamma, ya hard already?” he asked, lightly scratching his way down Gene’s thighs. Eugene felt his cock twitch - he hadn't even realized how turned on he had gotten. He felt Merriell lick the head of his dick lightly once, and then again more slowly. Only when Gene groaned a “please” did Mer take him in his mouth, bobbing down a little lower each time. Eugene reached down, groping until he found Merriell’s hair, and gripped at it as he sucked his cock. Just when Gene’s toes were starting to curl Merriell pulled away, despite the rough pull of his hair Eugene gave him to get him to stay.

“Trust me Eugene, ya gonna like this even betta.” Mer’s words sent a shiver down Gene’s spine, his voice thick and slow like molasses. He felt the other man shifting in front of him, and was nervous to see - or should he say feel - what was in store for him. He heard Merriell chuckle as he felt something sliding over his cock - wet in a way that tipped him off immediately that it wasn’t a human mouth. His grip on Merriell’s hair slackened as he moved into a bit of shock. Whatever Merriell was sliding over him was cold, soft but dripping wet - he could feel juice dribbling down him. Words rose out of his mouth as he stiffened, ready to throw himself out of the chair.

“Merriell Shelton, what the fuck did you just put on my dick?” Eugene yelped, moving to jump out of his seat. Merriell grabbed Gene’s wrists and pinned them to his sides so his fists were flush against the chair. He struggled, but his lack of sight made him jumbled. Merriell leaned his body into Eugene to still him further, catching his lower lip with his teeth to nip him.

“Calm down, ya’d think I made like I was gonna slice it off,” he taunted, and Eugene felt himself still under his grasp.

“What the fuck did you put on my dick?” he repeated, still tense.

“A grapefruit,” was the answer, simply stated. Eugene had to process it for a few seconds longer than he wished to, and found himself even more bristled than before.

“Why…. would you put a fucking grapefruit on my dick?” he asked slowly, irritation building as juice continued to drip down his balls.

“Imma show you, Eugene, if you would just relax.” Gene felt Merriell lowering himself, and he moved Gene’s hands so he could hold both wrists with one of his hands. “I jus’ need ya to be well behaved for me, lemme do it.”

Gene grunted, a half-hearted promise, and Merriell made quick work of taking advantage of it. From the way it tightened around him he knew Mer must have been squeezing the grapefruit, and he began to move it up and down Gene’s cock. It felt unnatural at first, sticky and uncomfortable, but after a few strokes it started to feel better. When he felt Merriell’s tongue on him again he shivered, and quickly realized just how good the combination of stimulations felt. Merriell wrapped his lips around the head of Gene’s cock and sucked, drawing a long moan from his mouth. Eugene worked one of his hands free and buried it in Mer’s curls again, encouraging him to suck harder. His encouragement was met with relish, and he could hear the sloppy sounds Merriell was making as he took his cock deeper into his mouth. If it didn’t feel so wet and tight around him, Gene could have wished the grapefruit wasn’t in Mer’s way.

As Eugene started to tremble Merriell sped up, moving both his tongue and the grapefruit faster against Gene’s cock. He could feel his hips starting to arch off the chair as he got closer to release, though his legs shook with the added pressure. He could hear his groans echoing in his own ears, but they were hardly loud enough to drown out the sounds of Merriell sucking him, exactly what he needed to hear to drive him over the edge. Just as he was beginning to see spots, however, Merriell pulled his mouth off his cock, leaving Eugene whimpering.

“Don’t stop,” he pleaded, and Merriell replaced his mouth with his other hand, rubbing over the head of Gene’s cock.

“No, Mer, your mouth,” Eugene clarified, his voice needy. “Give me your mouth, I’m so close.”

“I, uh, can’t,” Merriell mumbled, and Gene felt himself sinking back against the chair.

“Please,” he whined, and he heard Merriell scoff.

“It tastes so fucking bad,” he admitted, and nearly all sense of wanting to cum left Gene’s body with his exhale.

“It was your fuckin idea,” he said, a hint of malice in his voice.

“I didn’t think it would taste so fuckin bad!” Merriell shot back at him. Gene didn’t know what to say, so he just tugged Mer’s hair towards his crotch.

“Just make me cum Mer, please,” he asked, exasperated. But Merriell didn’t take Gene into his mouth. He pulled away instead, and Eugene moved to take his blindfold off.

“You know, you should really put some fucking thought into this -” he started, but stopped when he was met with the sight of Merriell undressing once he could see.

“Yeah yeah, ya right again,” Mer brushed him off as he pulled down and stepped out of his pants. Once he was naked he stood over Eugene, taking him in before straddling his lap. He chuckled when Gene raised an eyebrow at him, and Mer took the grapefruit off his dick.

“I’m gonna make ya cum, Eugene, thought tha’s what ya wanted,” he smirked. He took Eugene’s cock in his hand before lining it against his own, and wrapped his hand around them both so he could stroke them together. He moved quickly, maybe because he thought Gene was still close, or maybe because he knew they were both about to be very sticky. He moved with quick, short strokes, watching Eugene intently as he squirmed under him.

“Ya like that, don’t ya, Eugene?” Merriell taunted him, and Gene was embarrassed by the way he groaned in response. “Ya like rubbin’ against my cock, don’t ya?” Eugene shivered, and his hips twitched forward involuntarily.

“What felt betta, this or my mouth?” Merriell asked, but it was clear from his grin that he knew the answer was the former.

“The grapefruit,” Gene managed to pant, just to spite the other man. Merriell whistled low, bringing the fruit back into view.

“This? How good did it feel then? Maybe I should just try for myself.” Eugene would have quipped something else, but his thoughts had gotten too hazy, the outsides of his vision had started to blur. Before he could tell what was going on, however, he felt pressure on the top of his cock. By the time he looked down and focused Merriell had pushed the grapefruit over both their dicks, now pressed together even harder. Eugene let out a sound near a shout, and even Merriell couldn’t contain a moan as they felt unbearably tight against each other. Still, Mer started to move the fruit over them, making Gene’s breathing ragged almost immediately.

“Damn! God, that feels almos’ like the real thing,” Merriell moaned, his head thrown back.

“Who’ve you been fuckin… that feels like that?” Gene asked him through pants, but he couldn’t make out the answer. Merriell started to thrust his hips over him, fucking the grapefruit and sliding over Eugene’s cock in the process. Gene watched as best as he could as Mer got desperate in his lap, his thrusts turning more frantic as he began to whine. He brought his hand down and ran a thumb over the head of Merriel’s dick, and that was enough to have the other man cumming with a strangled shout. Mer thrusted through his orgasm, shooting lines of cum onto Eugene’s chest as his hips moved forward. Feeling Merriell twitch against his own cock in their already tight quarters edged Eugene quickly, and he finally came himself as Merriell thrusted towards him. He watched himself spill over their dicks, coating both of them and the grapefruit in the process. Merriell watched this in what seemed to be a haze, and his movement slowed to a stop. He slumped against Eugene, pressing their foreheads together as both of them regained their breath.

“Where the fuck did you come up with this?” Eugene asked once he could think straight again.

“Maybe I thought of it myself, I’m a regular genius,” Merriell taunted, smirking.

“All right then, genius, clean up the mess you made,” Eugene said, and Mer drew back to give him a coy look. He then leaned into Eugene, kissing him deeply. His smirk was back when he pulled away, and Eugene again found himself caught between excitement and nerves.

“Why bother?” Merriell shrugged. “I bought two grapefruits.”

[savage-angel-was-a-mistake]

Sasuke was acting strange. He had been for a while now. Of course, Sasuke being Sasuke, he wouldn't tell the group what was wrong; in fact, he denied the entire notion. The problem was that it was blatantly obvious. First it was the trembling. His once freakishly still hands were always trembling uncontrollably. Second was the coughing fits. They were short at first, but after a while, it began to feel like they would last for hours on end. Then came the frequent bathroom breaks. They didn't know what he was doing in there, but they knew that it wasn't good. Soon he began to get super busy with work, where he would pull all nighters quite frequently. Sasuke had always been quite the workaholic, but this was rediculous. It soon became apparent that they were conveniently spaced to where he would be preoccupied when the group did something. His errands that he ran lasted hours and no one knew why. What was he doing that made it last so long? --- One day, during a conversation, the now usually quiet Sasuke spoke up. "Hey, guys?" He said quietly. All eyes were immediately on him. "Can you promise me something?" "Of course, Sasuke. What is it?" Sakura asked. "... if I faint, will you promise not to call an ambulance?" His request was greeted with silence. "I promise I'm fine, I've just been exhausted lately. It's the all nighters, and I've been having trouble falling asleep." The group looked at one another and reluctantly agreed. They regretted their decision when a few days later Sasuke did, in fact, faint mid sentence. They stared in shock before Naruto decided to sit next to him until he woke up. When he finally did, he looked around in a sort of daze before standing up. He brushed off the dirt before continuing. "Where was I?" --- The fainting became fairly regular, which concerned them, but he seemed to be okay enough. Things continued in a sort of skewed way, until the day that Sasuke basically plowed over everyone in a desperate attempt to make it to the bathroom. He stayed in there longer than usual, and just when they were about to check up on him, he came out. He was ghostly pale and shaking all over. He walked over to Naruto and stood in front of him. "Naruto... I'm in love with you." Naruto stared at him in disbelief. What a strange time to realize that. Sasuke turned away from him and walked a few steps before stopping. He began to cry into his hands. "I'm sorry. I'm so, so sorry." He sobbed. Everyone looked at him and began to fear that he was really going to tell them what the hell was going on, because at this point, they almost DIDN'T want to know. "I know I'm a shitty person. I know I'm an asshole. I'm so rude to all of you and I dont even know why. You're all such wonderful people with amazing personalities. Your such great friends and i really don't deserve you." Okay, this was not going where they wanted it to go. Sasuke was not one to be open. "I never really understood what was happening to me until now and... just..." They waited as he paused to sob some more. "I..." They held their breath in fear that they might miss the next part of this confession. "I have a month to live." It was then that they realized that no matter how shitty Sasuke was, no matter how much they complained about his harsh nature, no matter how much they wanted him to lighten up... ...there would never be another him. No one could replace him, and their lives would be changed completely in his absence. Naruto moved to circle his arms around Sasuke's waist, hugging him from behind in a desperate attempt to comfort the usually unbearably stoic man. "It was five months when they told me. I didnt... I never wanted you guys to worry." The crying lasted a good while after that until it died down and Sasuke just stood, leaning against Naruto and just relishing the fact that he was being embraced by the annoying idiot he had come to love. --- A couple nights later the group arrived at Sasuke's door. Sasuke looked at them in confusion. "We're sleeping here and you can't stop us." Naruto stated before pushing past the silent brunet to enter the quiet house, the rest of the group following closely behind. --- They spent as much time with their dying friend as they could, but it became hard as they watched him deteriorate. Walking was hard, standing was a challenge, and breathing began to take great effort. "What is it?" Kiba asked one day. It was a little above two weeks before Sasuke's expiration date. "What is what?" Sasuke asked. "What..." Kiba chose his next words carefully, "What is going on with you?" Sasuke was silent a moment before he answered. "They don't know. They've never seen it before." Xxxxxxxx A few days later Sasuke's phone rang. He jumped at the sound before checking to see who was calling. His eyes widened before he answered and slowly lifted his phone to his ear. "Yes?" He listened to the person on the other line a while. His face lit up. "Really?" The others were lost without the other end of the conversation, so they waited patiently for Sasuke to explain. "Okay, thank you. Thank you so, so much." He hung up before beaming at the group. "They think they found something." --- The group waited in the lobby for Sasuke to come out. They didn't yet know WHAT they had found, but they desperately hoped that it would be able to save their friend. When Sasuke came out he explained that they had found someone with antibodies that might be able to fight the disease. Only time would tell, though. --- A couple days later Naruto received a call asking for permission to release his name as someone had requested to know who's blood might be saving their life. Naruto agreed, hoping that he could save someone's life so that person's loved ones didn't have to go through what they were experiencing. --- Sasuke's follow up appointment came. Naruto was the only one who managed to get off work to accompany him to the hospital. He waited in the lobby for what seemed like an eternity with a held breath. He stood as Sasuke came up to him. "It's gone. I'm clean." Naruto cried out in sheer joy and embraced the man to him. They cried for a bit before Sasuke spoke up again. "It was your blood." Naruto pulled back to look at Sasuke in disbelief. Sasuke smiled at him in turn. Naruto grasped both sides of his face before pulling him in for a kiss. --- The group was at the house when they returned. They looked up as the two entered the living room. "I'm cured." Sasuke blurted out. Everyone in the room breathed a sigh of relief before tearing up a little. Naruto walked over to Kiba and pulled him into a hug. "Holy fuck, Kiba. Thank you, oh dear GOD, thank you for dragging my whiny ass with you to donate blood, like Jesus Christ, I owe you my life..." Naruto continued to ramble on. "It was his blood." Sasuke smiled. Everything was absolutely perfect. --- Naruto watched as Sasuke walked down the aisle, tears forming in his eyes. How the fuck was he lucky enough that Sasuke had said yes. They stood face to face, smiling giddily at each other. For some reason, Naruto heard his name being repeated over and over. He paid it no mind as he leaned in to seal the deal with a kiss. Their lips never touched. Xxxxxx "Naruto. Naruto." Naruto groaned a bit, swatting away the hand that tried to gently rock him awake. "Naruto, wake up." The blond opened his eyes slowly, squinting at the sun in his face. He vaguely registered the grass brushing against his skin. "Naruto, it's time to go." Naruto turned to his left and looked up at the headstone that marked the grave he had come to sleep by. He guessed that at some point, he would have to face the facts and come to terms with reality. Sasuke never received that call. There was no magical cure. Naruto hadn't saved his life. The disease had claimed him. Sasuke was dead.

[wirakor-blog]

Chapter 2: The Nest

After I explained what was going on, most of them seemed like they regretted volunteering, but Warren and Ingrid seemed a little too excited about it. In my car was Larry, Tommy, Ingrid and Henry, the other car had Alex, Ryan, Karen, Warren, Gus and Mike. This nest that Celestine pointed out was about 35 miles north of our base, the ride there was pretty smooth, nothing to much to worry about. As we approached we noticed that there were a lot of Wirakor. More than we have ever seen in one group.

“Alright guys, Henry, Karen and Mike, take the fire crackers and go distract them, please. Be careful. Larry, Warren, Tommy and Alex, help me carry the explosives to the nest. Ingrid and Gus watch our 6, and Ryan, stay back and watch for other people, or if things go south, take the car back and tell them what happened. Everyone understand?”

“Yes sir.” Larry jokingly says

“Understood.” Tommy said barely audible.

“Loud and Clear.” Ingrid said with a smirk, I couldnt tell if she was mocking me or just excited.

The others nodded.

“Good, then move out.”

We waited for the sound of the firecrackers.

Pop Pop Pop

We hurried over to the nest as we see them all run towards that direction. I turned around to see if I could find them, the three made it back to Ryan safely. The smell of the nest was horrid and it felt as if it were burning my lungs. Inside was even worse, the floor was covered in this sticky substance that was hard to walk on. There was something in the middle of the building, it looked like a beating heart, so thats where we decided to place the explosives. As we are planting the explosives Gus leans in and whispers.

“I see one walking back, you better hurry up.”

I looked up to see and I was sure it had spotted us, it felt like I made eye contact with it. He screeched the others came running towards us.

“Fuck! Ingrid have them start the cars. Hurry the fuck up and plant these quicker.”

Panicking, I knew what had to be done.

“Go back to the car!”

“Davey, we arent leaving you!”

“Damnit Larry, thats a fucking order! Id rather die alone then bring you all down. Go now!”

“Fuck your orders, I am not leaving you behind.”

“Fine! The rest of you, leave now!”

While the others followed my orders, Gus stayed back, trying to by us time. Its like he didnt even hear what I said, he didnt even think about leaving. There was no more time to be wasted. They had entered the building. I lit the fuse and we all ran.

“Ah! Fuck!”

I turned around and saw Gus on the ground. I ran back as fast as I could, but it was too late. The bastards had gotten him, the screams that Gus let out were terrifying.

“Im sorry Gus…”

But it was too late, he didnt hear me, he was already gone. They started running towards me again.

“Davey! Lets go or youll end up like him!”

Before I reached the car the bomb went off. We didnt realize how big the explosion would be and I went flying. I dont remember after that. All I know is I woke up in the hospital bed. Celestine, Larry and Melissa, the nurse, were all beside me. I jumped up and immediately regretted it as pain shot through my body. Celeste jumped out of her seat and pushed me back down.

“Oh thank god youre okay…”

Larry walks over

“I was worried about you brother, one hell of an explosion.”

“How long was I out for?”

Melissa, with hesitation,

“Um, almost a week…”

“What? Are you serious? Did everyone else make it back?”

Melissa nods.

“Yeah, everyone but Gus.” Larry almost choked up. Gus was one of his close friends as well.

Celestine looking sharply at the nurse and Larry

“Could you give us a minute?”

They both nodded and left. She slaps me across the face.

“Ow! Fuck was that for?”

“Scaring me. I almost lost my best man out there. But good news, I sent the scouts back out and the nest is completely gone, the whole building was brought down. Not a single Wirakor in that area. The plan fucking worked.”

“Good. Gus didnt die for nothing.”

“We are currently trying to locate more. I think we finally figured out how to kill them effectively, and in big numbers.” Celeste said with a huge smile.

“Yeah, I just hope we dont have to lose more men like that. His screams, they were unbearable to hear.” I said sitting up, with each slow movement being painful and taking the breath out of me more and more.

“Dave, you know what its like out there. It breaks my heart to say it, but we will lose more people. But I think they are okay with it knowing that the Wirakor numbers would go down this drastically.”

She gets even closer and hugs me. I gasp in pain as she tightens the hug a bit more.

“Please. Dont scare me again like that.” She gets off and walks out telling them to come back in.

I wont lie, I was kind of hoping for another kiss, perhaps another time. Larry and Melissa come back in.

“So, you smash yet?” Larry whispered in my ear.

“Its not like that, she just…” Larry cutting me off just like Celeste.

“Bro, she is totally into you. You should feel honored haha.”

“Maybe. I dont know, you mind getting me some water?”

“Sure.” He walks out of the room.

“Melissa, you got anything for this pain?”

“This should help.”

She sticks a needle into my arm, there is this green liquid in the syringe.

“What is that?”

“Its a drug that numbs the nerve endings, reducing your pain. You should be good to go tomorrow morning.”

“Thank you so much. You too Larry.” He hands me the glass of water.

“Ill see you around, I gotta go for a quick run.”

“Be careful out there.”

I lay back down in my bed. She was right, the pain is basically gone. That stuff is wonders.

I woke up, the pain isnt as bad, but before leaving I get another dose. I walk out to the main lobby and everyone starts cheering and thanking me and welcoming me back. I grab a plate of food and sit down. Eating was a pain in the ass as well. My whole body was aching. Celeste was waiting in my room.

“Hey Dave. Can we talk?” she seemed really nervous.

“Yeah, everything alright?”

“Its Larry. He hasnt returned since he left and he lied to me, said he was bringing a group. He left by himself.”

“Hell is his problem? He knows whats out there. Why would he just…” I trailed off.

“Celeste. I know where he is going.”

“What? How?” she seemed a little pissed.

“Well… I didnt want to say anything yet. But Larry and I, we planned to leave for a while. Go to America, see if we could find out families. Bring them back. And I am assuming he has to be going to the docks. He probably found a boat. Although I cant say the reason. We were supposed to go together.”

“What the fuck dave? When were you gonna tell me? Huh? I mean whats your problem? Just gonna leave? Were you even going to tell me?” She walks over and slaps me again. Im still weak and I stumble.

“Of course I was going to! Just not yet, we didnt plan on going soon.”

“I cant fucking believe this.” She isnt even looking at me anymore.

“Celeste…”

“Stop it.”

“Celeste. Would you want to help us?”

She looks at me, staring sharply.

“I have a faction to run. I cant leave. But I wont stop you. And if you do leave. Dont bother coming back.” She slams the door.

“Fuck!”

I slammed my desk, and once again immediately regret it as pain went through my body. I started packing my belongings and headed to see Celeste before heading out.

Knock Knock

“Who is it?”

“David.”

“Go away asshole!”

“I just wanted to say goodbye. Im leaving now.”

“Like that? All in pain?”

“Well yeah, Larry didnt really give me a choice.”

“Hold on.”

I wait outside her room. She comes out geared up.

“I wont go to America, but ill take you to the docs.”

So we leave the bunker and start our long journey to the docs.