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I find it highly depressing that fortnite added cars as a cosmetic, and since then has released not a single interesting one. It's all the ford penis-90 or the lamborghini fart-shit. The car from the incredibles showed up in the files, but was never actually added.
I think I find it depressing because of the fantasy it represents. No, you can't have fun shit like an ice cream truck or a cardboard box or the turtle-van or the batmobile. Because the fantasy is not to indulge yourself in fun fantastical play, the fantasy is to lust after real-world wealth.
The lamborghini is not desirable because it's fun or interesting, but because it's expensive in real life. It is a worship of assets not for their entertainment value, but for their status. A way to cast the digital realm not as a playroom of infinite possibility, but as a showroom meant to train you to lust after shit pricks buy.
Perhaps I'm being dramatic about something that isn't for me, but I think that's allowed sometimes.
#z rambles#fortnite#same with the stupid fucking shoes they just added#they give the game away directly with the first addition being a pair of real world expensive sneakers
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small world ~ corpse husband
word count: 2053
request?: yes!
“Can I get a Corpse x fem reader where reader an corpse are both streamers and they meet each other for the first time and realize they used to know each other as kids? I know Corpse has said that he didn’t have many friends when he was younger so maybe have it where reader was someone that was really nice to him? Sorry for the long request and thank you if you do it! 😊🖤”
description: he never would’ve thought that the new addition to their friend group would be someone from his past
pairing: corpse husband x female!reader
warnings: swearing
masterlist (one, two)
“Hey Corpse,” Karl said. Corpse hummed in response, focused on the drawing he was doing for their Jackbox game. “(Y/N) is also from San Diego. Do you know her?”
(Y/N) chuckled. “Karl, San Diego is pretty big. We’re not bound to know one another. Besides, just because he lives here doesn’t mean he grew up here.”
“I did grow up in San Diego actually,” Corpse said. “I don’t think we would’ve known each other though. Even if we happened to be in the same area, I didn’t talk to many people and I dropped out in the seventh grade.”
“I was, regrettably, popular in school,” (Y/N) added.
“Regrettably?” Karl asked.
“Yeah. Looking back, I hated being popular. I hated it when I was popular even. My friends were mega jerks and made fun of everyone, even me sometimes. I would try and make them be nice but they just let the popularity go to their heads. I haven’t spoken to any of them since we graduated. There was this sort of outcast in middle school I used to have a crush on. I tried to be friends with him, but he preferred to keep to himself. I always wished I had been friends with him because I feel like I would’ve been so much happier. I never saw him again either. I wonder whatever happened to him.”
Something about her story triggered a memory in Corpse. The year before he dropped out, there was a girl in is class who was always nice to him and tried to talk to him. He brushed it off as another way he was being made fun of. When it kept up, though, he realized she was likely being genuine. He still kept his distance, but he found himself gaining some feelings for her as well. When he dropped out, he never heard from her again.
I wonder where she is now, Corpse thought to himself. Man, what was her name?
Corpse accidentally gasped, drawing the attention of everyone in the Discord call.
“You good Corpse?” George asked.
“Y-Yeah,” Corpse responded. “Just uh...just realized I fucked up my idea a bit. No big deal, I’m sure it’ll be fine.”
The game started prompting for everyone to show what they had created. Taking the opportunity of not having to speak, Corpse went to Google (Y/N)’s YouTube channel. She had come into the game as a friend of Karl’s and Corpse hadn’t heard of her channel, but now somethings were starting to click together.
The first thing that popped up with the top Google Image for (Y/N)’s channel name. It was a beautiful girl laying in a garden of flowers with a wide smile on her face. Corpse sucked in a breath as he realized that the girl in the picture looked familiar.
“Corpse,” came Karl’s voice, snapping Corpse out of his trance. “It’s your turn.”
“Sorry,” Corpse said. “I was distracted.”
The rest of the stream Corpse felt like he was in a daze. He continued to play the games and forced out laughs when he realized someone was making a joke. Every time (Y/N) spoke, he felt his heart flutter with excitement. He couldn’t believe that after all these years he had finally been reunited with her. And what was better was that she had actually admitted to having feelings for him too!
Don’t get too excited, he thought to himself. She said she used to have a crush on you. That was a very long time ago.
He tried not to seem too eager when the stream finally ended. He waited for someone else to leave the call first before he exited out of it himself. He waited another few minutes before messaging (Y/N) directly on Discord.
hey. it was fun playing with you tonight. weird request, but can we voice call maybe? just the two of us?
Corpse didn’t expect her to respond any time soon. It was late in San Diego, like nearly 3am late. Most people were going to bed by now. She had mentioned once during the stream that she was starting to get sleepy. He figured she’d see it in the morning and either call, or just ignore the message.
To his surprise, near seconds later, she was calling him.
“Hey stranger,” she said when he answered. “Long time, no speak. You must’ve missed my voice a lot, huh?”
Corpse chuckled. “Exactly, I really did.”
“Makes sense. I do have the best voice on the internet.” She laughed this time. It sounded like such a perfect sound. “For real though, is everything alright? Why did you want to call?”
How did he even tell her? Hey, so you know that outcast you liked? It was me! Surprise!
No, he couldn’t say that. Maybe she wouldn’t even remember, or maybe she wouldn’t believe him. He had to figure out some way to bring it up.
“I kind of wanted to talk more about your popular school days,” he said, trying to keep his voice light and teasing. “It’s not every day I meet a streamer who’s in my own area code. It would be nice to get to know someone who isn’t like a five hour drive away.”
“Oh!” She seemed excited by this response. Her excitement was almost contagious. “Okay, where should I start? The shitty friends or the shallow popularity?”
Corpse chuckled. “You pick.”
She talked for nearly an hour about her high school experiences with her popular friend group. Despite how much she despised being popular, (Y/N) still spoke with a light tone in her voice. She tried to bypass a lot of the more negative details and speak only of the good experiences she went though, which was nice to hear.
Corpse nearly jumped with excitement when she began to talk about middle school unprompted.
“It really was the last good years I had in school,” she admitted. “All my friends, the ones who went on to be super popular with me, they were nice then. Annoying, but all middle schoolers are. We didn’t care about popularity or social rankings. We were just...we were just kids. We didn’t even really know the difference between ‘losers’ and ‘popular’, which was why it was so easy for me to talk to that guy that I liked at the time. My friends weren’t mocking me for having feelings for an outcast.”
“You said you never saw that guy again,” Corpse said. “Do you know what happened to him?”
She sighed heavily. “No, I don’t. He just stopped showing up before we hit high school. I thought he moved, but I knew his mom and I saw her around everywhere. I don’t even remember his name anymore to look him up. Wherever he is, though, I hope he’s doing better. Even if they weren’t sucked completely into their popularity at the time, my friends and the other kids were still awful to him.”
“I feel that,” he said. “I wasn’t exactly the most liked kid in school. Before I dropped out I didn’t even have any friends.”
“That’s awful.”
“It wasn’t too bad. I’m not really a friendly person I don’t think. I’ve worked on it since that time, but the thought of trying to maintain a social relationship still gives me anxiety from time to time. There was one girl who tried to be friends with me the year before I dropped out though. She was nice.”
“What happened to her?”
Corpse smiled to himself. She would figure it out soon, he knew she would.
“I just didn’t hear from her after I dropped out,” he responded. “I guess that’s mainly my fault. I never reached out to her or anything, but I barley knew her name. Just her first time, and she never gave me a number or anything. I couldn’t look her up online. Maybe we just weren’t destined to be together.”
“I don’t know about that. Maybe you two were just right people, wrong time. Maybe you’ll cross paths again and finally have that opportunity to be friends with her again.”
“Maybe you’ll cross paths with that guy from your middle school, too.”
There was a prolonged silence. Corpse wondered if (Y/N) was starting to put the pieces together. He could barley even hear her breathe. The longer she went, the more worried he was becoming. He was about to say something when she finally spoke again.
“I made him a Valentine,” she said, her voice soft. “Special handmade one. He was the only one I gave it to. It had some really badly written, sappy poem in it. I watched him open it and...I really think he got emotional while reading it. Of course, he’d never tell anyone that.”
Corpse had gotten emotional over the Valentine (Y/N) had given him. It was the first real Valentine he had ever gotten. It wasn’t one of the generic ones that everyone gave out to every classmate so no one felt excluded. It was made from the heart, and that fact alone touched his. Like (Y/N) said, though, he didn’t let anyone know how emotional he had gotten. It would’ve just been more mental ammo for them to use to bully him.
He quickly got up from his chair, racing to his room where he had his box of memories shoved in his closet. It was little things from throughout his life that he kept in a shoebox. Whenever he felt particularly down or depressed, he would open the shoebox and look at all the things that made him smile.
At the very top of the box was (Y/N)’s Valentine.
He went back to his computer and took a picture of the Valentine using his phone.
“That sounds really nice,” he said as he went into the Discord app on his voice. “It must’ve meant a lot to him that you put so much time and effort into a handmade gift.”
“I don’t know if it did. I never got to ask him what his reaction was.”
“Oh, I’d bet anything he was happy.”
He sent the picture through Discord and waited for (Y/N) to open it. The silence between them felt deafening. The seconds felt like they had slowed to hours. He wondered what (Y/N)’s reaction would be. Maybe she’d be weirded out by the fact that Corpse kept the Valentine, or by the fact that Corpse was the middle school crush in general.
What if she’s upset that this is who I am now? he asked himself. What if her crush was just a middle school thing, and the moment you dropped out she moved on?
“I knew it.”
Corpse couldn’t help the smile on his face when he heard the slight excitement in (Y/N)’s voice.
“I knew it was you!” she continued. “Well, I didn’t know know, but when you asked me to call you I had a bit of a suspicion. I can’t believe it...it’s actually you!”
“It is me,” he confirmed. “And it’s you.”
“Small world we live in, huh?”
“Yeah, small world.” Do you still like me? Did you ever stop? Do you know that your kindness stuck with me for so long?
The silence returned. Corpse was starting to get sick of it, but he didn’t know how to fill the void between them. When he heard her yawn, he realized how late it had gotten. “I’ll let you go, you sound tired.”
“We just had this breakthrough and you’re asking me to sleep?!”
Corpse chuckled. “You have to sleep eventually, (Y/N). It’s like 3:30am, normal people sleep at this hour.”
“I am offended you would think I’m anywhere near normal.” She yawned again, cutting off her short lived rant. “But you’re right, I am tired. Listen...promise me you’ll answer when I call tomorrow. I...I’d really like to catch up. Maybe...to pick up where we left off.”
“Okay,” Corpse said, then realized that wasn’t really a response. “I promise. I’ll be waiting by the phone the moment I open my peepers.”
(Y/N) giggled. “I’ll be sure to call you the moment I open mine.”
“Goodnight (Y/N). Sleep tight.”
“Goodnight Corpse underscore Husband.”
kind of a bad ending, but i wasn’t really sure where else to go with it as i wrote it. sorry! :(
#corpse husband#corpse husband imagine#corpse#corpse imagine#corpse x reader#request#imagine#one shot#fanfiction#fanfic
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seven-three (part 3)
pairing: nanami x f!reader
themes/rating: explicit, 18+, clubs, bars, masquerade parties, rough sex
tw: daddy kink, spitting, sex toys, dirty talk, creampie, cockwarming, anal, voyerism(ish), squirting
wc: 9.5k
ao3 | part 1 | part 2 | part 3
Nanami Kento had a hardened shell surrounding his personal life. Clocking out at five ‘o’clock on the dot every day, he left little to no room for others to get to know him better— leaving him as an unsolvable mystery amongst the office.
Likewise, you too aimed to clock out at five ‘o’ clock. You preferred routine during the workday, finding comfort in maintaining equilibrium and peace and wanting to do nothing more or nothing less than what was required of you.
Little did you know the two of you shared an interesting weekend hobby.
a/n : hi all! thank you for waiting so patiently. this chapter is a personal favourite of mine (of all time), and i'm so excited to finally share it with you all. i originally wanted to make this a one shot smut, but i’ve been wanting to expand it into a mini fic. not sure if tumblr is the place for uploading that type of content, but please let me know if it’s something you would be interested in reading!!
anyways, enjoy this nastyyy chapter!!
An absolute masterpiece— that’s what Nanami thinks you are. A magnificent work of art, somehow misplaced and laid out on the bed in front of him instead of an exhibit in some renowned museum.
Every inch of you is enticing to him. From the strands of hair sprayed across the pillow case caressing the back of your head, your chest that rises up and down in anticipation, the glistening sheen of sweat of your body illuminated under the peaking moonlight from the windows, and his favourite, your legs that are propped open just enough for him to see droplets of your juice threatening to leak on to the bedsheets below— he’s mesmerized by it all . By no means was he an intensely religious man, but in the moment he couldn’t be more thankful for God’s utmost greatest and most beautiful creation— women .
He considers himself to be a good and honest man, yet nowhere close to a saint to be deserving of what God had offered and placed right in front of him. Nanami thinks it has to be a dream— and just maybe the best damn dream he’s ever had. You just look too good to be real, splayed across the bed naked with nothing but desire in your eyes, waiting only for him.
But when his hands roam to explore the soft flesh of your bare skin, feeling you shudder slightly under his touch alongside the tiny whimpers leaving your lips, Nanami knows— and silently thanks God— it’s real. You were real.
His gaze on your body is intense with hunger, so much so you could practically feel his eyes digging into the depths of your skin, and you begin to think it’s deep enough to reach even into the surface of your soul. Mixed with the grazes of his fingers, it’s an alluring sensation despite the minimal touch on the areas most needy, causing you to let out a louder whine and roll your hips just the slightest into the mattress in the search of any sort of physical relief.
“Please…” Your voice comes out shaky, pupils directly looking into his above yours. “...I need you.”
Unable to hold back, a low, nearly inaudible grumble vibrates in his throat at your actions and words. Perhaps he’s the one who saved a nation in his past life, something remarkable of that sort to be lucky enough to be alive and present in this very moment. Or he truly really was just one lucky ass bastard, somehow having a Goddess of a woman practically begging him to fuck her right underneath him.
True, you were the one granting him a wish, but by no means did that mean he couldn’t help grant a few of your own wishes at the same time. Alongside the original, he now had an additional goal that was simple: give you the experience like none other so no other partner could ever compare to him. And of course, Nanami is nothing but confident he’ll be able to achieve just that. Failure was never an option in his books— especially not now.
“Patience, pretty girl.” Nanami whispers, fingers softly caressing the side of your jawline. “First, open your mouth again for me.”
You oblige without hesitation, mind still partially woozy from your second orgasm minutes ago. Nanami grins at the view of your semi dazed expression, tongue hanging out before his instructions to even do so. Gently, he allows a string of saliva to fall from his mouth and into yours, watching the glob of foreign liquid pool onto the pad of your tongue.
“Stay just like that, and don’t move an inch until I say so.”
You do just as he commands, remaining still the best you can for the few seconds you can feel him shuffling on the bed to reach into the bedside drawers. Despite being clouded in the aftermath of your orgasmic high, when you hear the cluttering of his hands rummaging through the contents of the drawer your mind wanders to the possibilities of what Nanami was searching for. Lube? Condoms?
It then instantly dawns on you what else it could be. The rustling of a cardboard box being opened is enough of a signal to confirm your thoughts even seconds before Nanami returns with the suspected item in hand. A sex toy, replicating the shape of a generous sized penis and colored in a translucent purple hue dangles above your eyes, causing them to widen once more.
“It’s nowhere as good as my cock, of course...” Nanami begins, leaving another soft, comforting kiss in the crook of your neck. “...but we need to get that sweet little hole of yours ready for me, don’t we?”
He doesn’t wait for your reply, a trend of his throughout the night thus far, placing the tip of the dildo on the surface of your tongue. A satisfied hum vibrates in his throat when he watches your lips wrap around the rest of the toy, taking it deeper into your mouth while keeping your eyes locked onto his.
You work your tongue up and down the rubber surface, tracing the ridges and coating the surface with as much saliva as you could. Nanami can’t help but to silently watch in awe your head bob up and down the toy, a part of him almost becoming jealous that it isn’t his dick back in your mouth instead.
After a few more rounds of making sure the toy was properly lubed and ready, Nanami pulls the toy away from your puckered lips. He smirks at your disappointed whine at the sudden retraction, bringing a hand to caress the top of your head in reassurance.
“No more, you’re making me start to get jealous of a fucking piece of rubber.” Nanami whispers, continuing to stroke your hair and soon after leaving a gentle kiss on the edge of your forehead. His hands halt their movements moments later, moving to tilt your chin up towards him forcing you to see the coy grin now spread across his lips.
“Tell me, are you ready to get fucked stupid, doll? To have that pretty little mind of yours be filled with nothing but my cock?”
Watching the string of saliva connecting your bottom lip to the tip of the now glistening rubber tip of the toy break off, you nod your head frantically. You were more than ready, desperate in desire for more. Even without saying a single word, it was written all over you— in that moment there was nothing more you wanted in the world than him .
Lucky for you, Nanami was fluent in reading the writing of the unwritten plea of a girl searching for the remedy for her lustful trance. He was an intelligent man, after all. Yet, no matter how incredibly alluring you were to him, somehow at the same time you were just as cute, eyes wide blinking up towards him just like an actual doll. He thinks only an insane, evil man would be crazy enough to leave someone as cute as you in the distress you were in.
Thankfully, Nanami considered himself a good man— once again, not a saint of any sorts, but simply a good man. And as a good man, he wouldn’t let you suffer any longer.
Nanami shifts his body, moving to crouch in between your spread legs. You’re so wet, pussy glistening with a layer of the sweet sheen he just couldn’t get enough of, holding himself back from licking it all up then and there. Perhaps he didn’t even need you to prep the toy with your joint saliva— you had more than enough lube naturally already, and you could feel it too.
So you’re shocked when you feel him spit on your cunt— and you're even more surprised when you feel his fingers spread the mixture of liquids from your cunt down to your ass, and slip a finger teasingly into your hole. You can’t help but let out a loud moan at the sudden unexpected intrusion, feeling a bit shy at the position yet already immensely satisfied with the bare minimum of a touch.
“Oh, darling,” Nanami grins, watching your sudden jerk in movements at his actions, pussy clenching at nothing in front of his eyes. “You like that, don’t you?”
You did, you really did— and there was no reason to lie and say you didn’t.
“Yes… please give me more.”
“Where do you want it, doll? In here?” Nanami asks, removing his finger and hovering the tip of the dildo by the entrance of your cunt, before slowly bringing it down to graze over your ass instead. “Or maybe here?”
It’s almost like a game to him, perhaps his new favourite game, seeing just how far he could tease you and watch you whine and wriggle in desire.
“Anywhere…”
Yet, it’s a game Nanami was running out of will for him to continue to play.
His body adjusts once more to hover above yours again, cupping the side of your cheek to bring your lips upwards into a kiss. It’s another gentle kiss, calming and reassuring in nature, feeling the warmth of his body on yours that makes you wonder if time could be kind enough to stop right then and there forever.
But your wonder shifts back into reality, reverting to what you really were desiring at the moment when you feel the tip of the dildo finally sink inside you, breaking the kiss and replacing it with a moan into his mouth. Your hands come up to grip the blades of his broad shoulders, head tilting back in pure relief.
“Oh god …”
“Feels good, doesn’t it?”
All you can do is whimper out a wordless response, nodding your head instead. It’s good— so fucking good, to finally get your aching hole tended too, yet you still feel as though something is missing. You know all too well what it is, and Nanami chuckles because of course, even though your face twinges in pleasure and soft moans escape your lips the deeper he pushes the dildo in, he too already knows.
He thinks maybe in a previous life he had already explored you, well aware of every single area you were most sensitive in and how to make you feel good because it’s almost scary how he knows you all too well already. Despite never having laid a single finger on you before tonight, he’s already fluent in reading the language of your body and what you’re truly wanting long before you even muster the strength to say it.
So he could give you what you want right then and there. But he also could keep his favourite game going— just a little bit longer than he planned too.
“Yes… so fucking good… but… I-I want… you.”
“You want me?” Nanami asks, almost too nonchalantly compared to the twitching of his hard cock at your plea. “The toy in your ass isn’t enough for my slutty girl?”
“No…I want your cock… inside me.”
A dildo now deep in your ass was more than pleasurable and nice, but the both of you knew feeling his pulsating cock in your aching cunt is what you desired even more . To feel him, all eleven inches throbbing inside of you, fucking your tight hole senseless.
And he’ll give up his favourite game and give you just that. Nanami is a good man, after all.
“I’ll share your mouth and ass with this toy— but from here on out your pussy is mine and only mine.”
Nanami moves in an instant, roughly spreading your legs just a bit further with his own, pushing your knees apart in order to fixate himself properly in between. A shudder travels up your spine once more feeling the hot flesh of his cock against your bare skin, the length caressed and rubbing in between your cunt up and down while the tip grazes just teasingly against your swollen clit.
“You’ve been so good for me, sweet girl.” Nanami leans forward on his forearms beside each side of your head and murmurs into your ear, breath hot against your skin. “Now it’s my turn to make you feel so fucking good.”
It’s the last bit of words you could properly understand and digest before your mind melts into mush, turning into nothing but putty right into the palm of his hands. The room fills with nothing but the sound of two harmonious moans when the head of his cock finally dips inside your cunt, the nails of your fingers digging deeper into his shoulders in desperate search of something to grab onto.
“Breathe baby.” Nanami whispers. “You can take it all.”
He’s big — so big it’s a mystery to both you and him on how he’s able to continue to push into you inch by inch, your cunt squeezing him tighter the deeper and deeper he goes. Alongside the dildo deep inside your hole, it’s already too intense— and when the last inch of his cock finds its way inside you it breaks the last sheer remainder of strength you have left. Your mind becomes woozy once more, back arching off the bed while your hands roam to grip the back of his hair as your body twitches on his cock, releasing a loud moan that overpowers his simultaneous one and echoes throughout the room.
Nanami’s eyes widen in realization in the aftermath, watching your body loosen and relax onto the bed, fingers loosely locked behind his neck.
“Already?”
You feel your face turn warm, and once again you're thankful for the mask that partially covers the redness of your embarrassed cheeks. Yet, you think it’s still not enough to hide behind, releasing your fingers from behind him and raising up both your hands to conceal your face instead.
“Shut up…”
“No, don’t be embarrassed.” Nanami chuckles, reaching for one of your hands to pry them away from your face and bringing it to his lips to leave a kiss on the inside of your wrist instead. “I’m glad I can make you feel that good… not to mention it’s was also extremely fucking sexy watching you cum on my cock.”
You begin to think it’s truly a hidden talent of his you were lucky to see. He seemed to just have the right words everytime to put you in such a lust filled trance again and again— and you just couldn’t get enough.
“You have to make me do that again at least five more times, daddy .”
A cheeky grin creeps up on Nanami’s face. You wonder if it’s because of the flirtatious manner of your words, or if it's the soft moan you let out instantly when you feel his cock twitch inside of you that serves as a silent response to your words itself.
“It’ll be my pleasure to watch you cum, darling.” Nanami pins your wrist in his hand down above your head and into the mattress, kissing your lips with his in between his words. “Over and over , again and again until you can’t take it anymore.”
There’s a part of you that wonders if his lips had some sort of transparent chemicals difficult for the human eye to see. You were beginning to find yourself already addicted to the feeling of them, especially against your own. Soft like previously or hot and passionate like now, his kisses were nothing but hypnotic, drawing you effortlessly faster and deeper into the abyss of Nanami Kento.
You’re only snapped out of the trance of his kiss when it’s broken once again with a moan escaping your lips, feeling the length of his cock slowly slip out of you. The sudden emptiness leaves you aching for something more, clenching against nothing in the hopes of hugging even just an inch of him from escaping you.
“No…” You whisper, your free hand coming up to grip the back of his shoulder in an effort to push his body closer to you. “Put it back in…”
Your efforts show no successful action, his frame much too broad and built to be waived by the strength of just one of your arms. But your plea yields different results, a low, rumbling groan vibrating in his throat and the head of his cock sinking back inside your pulsating walls.
His movements are slow and gentle at first, allowing you to feel and grip every inch of his cock enter and leave your cunt. Rhythmic in pattern, Nanami’s hips work in what feels like matches the beat of your heart, filling you up and emptying you again and again, his soft grunts of pleasure quiet and low, but loud enough to sound like a subtle melody to your ears.
Gradually, the pace of his hips thrusting into you increases the more he feels your cunt adjust and mould into the shape of him, alongside the sound of your moans filling the room increasing in volume. The tips of your fingers can’t help but curl against his back with the rising pleasure, digging into his skin and scratching the surface, surely bound to leave marks to serve as a momento for the night later on.
You think maybe Nanami is angry momentarily at your markings on his skin, his hand that pinned yours down into the mattress above your head releasing for only a second to roughly grab yours behind his shoulder. Bringing that hand to join your other, Nanami now held both your hands down by the wrist, restricting you from freely moving.
“Bad girl. That’s gonna hurt later.”
The now familiar smirk reappearing on his face hovered over yours was more than enough to tell you he wasn’t angry at all. It was the opposite in actuality— the stinging pain would just remind him later on how he fucked you just that good, and his cock throbs just merely at the thought already.
“Punish me then.” You spit out. “Don’t be gentle like you do with good girls— fuck me like bad girls deserve.”
Nanami lets out another groan, and you can feel his cock twitch mid thrust inside of you. Somehow, he was more turned on than he already was— his vision shifting you from the complying, good girl you were in his eyes to the slutty, needy fuck doll you wanted to be.
He readjusts to sit partially upright, releasing his weight holding him up by his forearm and instead using that arm to grip onto the meat of the back of your thigh. Pushing your leg upwards his arm wraps around your thigh, spreading you open more and tossing your leg above his shoulder.
“I’ll fuck you just like a bad girl then.” Nanami mumbles, the grip on your wrists becoming stronger. “I’ll fuck you like you’re a little slut that knows nothing but getting stuffed with cock.”
You can’t help but clench your cunt at his words, feeling yourself get wetter in response. Nanami feels it too, your excitement squeezing his cock even tighter, and he flashes you a quick tiny, knowing grin that lasts only for a few seconds, before roughly snapping his hips back into you.
His pace is fast, still rhythmic but now much faster— pounding your cunt at a speed that makes it difficult for you to even catch your breath. Your leg held up and on his shoulder spread your cunt even further than before, allowing him to reach deeper inside of your cunt and just barely hitting your most sensitive area, causing you to cry out every time his cock mercilessly pounded deep into you.
Seeing your eyes roll back, Nanami moans at the feeling of your pussy clench around his cock even tighter. It’s a sign he’s familiar with— you were close, and he thinks it's the perfect moment to release his grip from your wrists. Your hands instantly curl into fists, gripping at nothing in pleasure while with his now free hand, he brings it to tend to your swollen clit, rubbing the bud with the pads of his fingers.
“Fuck… if you do that I’ll… I’m…”
“You’re what?” Nanami groans, his fingers pressing harder circles onto your clit. “Say it clearly.”
“I’m gonna cum.” You whine, arching your back off the mattress and grinding on his cock the best you could. “I’m gonna fucking cum…”
It’s overwhelming. You’re sensitive to the touch, already overstimulated with his cock pounding your pussy, fingers rubbing your clit, and dildo still shoved in your ass. But it feels so damn good that the familiar knot in your stomach releases once more, curling your toes and sending you into bliss.
Nanami curses under his breath, slowing the movements of his hips before pulling completely out to watch your body relax on the bed once more. Your breaths come out in haggered pants, struggling to catch your breath, and you feel the Nanami’s weight sink into the bed beside you, the callousness of his hands soon after rubbing up and down the skin of your legs in an attempt to soothe the shaking of them down.
“You’re so gorgeous when you cum.” Nanami murmurs, breath warm against the shell of your ear with his body now laying beside you on his side. “So. Fucking. Gorgeous.”
His hands find their way to inch upwards from your legs to your hips, gently turning you around to face your body towards his. Fingers instantly find themselves in their habitual spot, just underneath the surface of your chin, lifting up your lips and trapping them into another fiery kiss with him.
The kiss breaks when Nanami pulls away with a smirk, releasing his hands from your body to lean backwards onto the mattress on his backside. A hand holds the back of his head propped upon a pillow behind him that leans against the headboard of the bed, legs spread and open in a way that almost serves to proudly display his fully erected cock, his other hand pumping the shaft covered with a sheen of your liquid.
A lump forms in your throat at the sight, a reaction formed as a result of a mix of nervousness, embarrassment and excitement. You still had no idea just how he was able to pound into you with something of that caliber, and how now he was suggesting now you were supposed to fuck yourself on it. Yet, the glistening liquid belonging to you coating his cock— a tad embarrassing in retrospect— was a clear indication that he was in fact able to fit it all inside you, and the pleasure was that you’ve never experienced before.
Despite growing increasingly exhausted and tired, you still wanted him again. Again and again, you wanted nothing more than him .
You feel your cunt throb at the thought, biting your bottom lip down in the hopes of holding back the drool you might just let escape, hungry for more of him. And you would be a complete fool to think Nanami doesn’t notice your entranced expression, the tiny smirk on his face transforming into a larger, smug grin instead.
“Doll.” Nanami calls, a single finger rising into the air gesturing to you to come closer towards him. “Why don’t you come here and ride my cock?”
It’s a request you're more than willing to fulfill, finding your body moving on its own accord onto your hands and knees, slowly crawling forward towards him. Your palms rest flat on top of his chiseled abdomen when you finally reach close enough to touch him, utilizing the surface to balance yourself on to your knees to straddle both sides of his body.
Nanami’s hand pumping his cock retracts, joining his other supporting his head against the headboard when your hands travel to wrap around his length. Gathering another pool of saliva in your mouth, you let the trail spit drop down to the head, using your hands to twist and jerk his cock, coating the surface with the liquid.
“Oh fuck .” Nanami hisses, face suddenly wincing when one of your hands roam just a touch lower, squeezing on his balls. “You’re a little minx.”
A staggered groan escapes his lips watching you drop your body lower, beginning to grind your wet cunt onto the shaft of his cock. You feel one particular vein, perhaps the same protruding one from earlier throb at the warmth of your cunt rubbing back and forth on his, causing the corner of your lip to hitch upwards.
“What are you going to do after tonight?” You ask with a small grin, continuing to grind yourself on him. “You won’t be able to stop thinking about me.”
Nanami chuckles, instantly shooting you a confident smile back.
“Darling, what a ridiculous question. I thought you knew your pussy was going to be mine and only mine after tonight.”
In an instant, his body swiftly sits upright, giving you little time to react and forcing you to abruptly halt your movement. Your eyes widen, letting out a startled gasp when you feel an arm snake around your waist from behind, pulling your body close enough towards him so his chest was now pressed up against yours.
“I’m greedy, you know. I want to keep you to myself, and I don’t like sharing what’s mine.” He begins, voice low and fingers coming to grip your chin to lock your gaze onto him. “And I also know you won’t be able to stop thinking about me either, so this works for us well, doesn’t it?”
Nanami leans forward, trapping your lips with his into a sensual kiss, serving as almost a metaphorical action in sealing the deal to his words that were nothing but truthful in nature.
A part of you completely agreed that in hindsight it was a rather ridiculous claim to be so hooked onto the other so quickly. You could more than understand the foolishness in agreeing to only reserve your bodies for one another after merely a single sexual encounter.
Yet you already could imagine how lackluster any other partner would be in comparison to the sex you experienced with Nanami thus far, only becoming better and better with each passing second. And as much as part of you screams internally of how uncharacteristically weak you were to him, falling right into the palm of his hand exactly how he wanted you, you just couldn’t help it. If it wasn’t already so painfully crystal clear before, Nanami Kento was definitely not your ordinary hook up at all— he was much more enticing, luring you every bit through whatever spell he had casted onto you.
Gojo would have to wait for his threesome longer than anticipated— you had signed the dotted lines on the metaphoric contract, returning the kiss with just as much passion and lust.
“There’s some truth to that, I suppose.” You give him a tiny grin against his lips and a wink when you pull away, and Nanami answers in a hearty chuckle.
“That’s a good enough response for me.”
“Is it really? Somehow I don’t buy that.”
“Words don’t hold the entire amount of truth— I’m a firm believer that actions speak louder instead.”
You let out a startled gasp, feeling Nanami’s large hands suddenly snake down your body, roughly grasping onto the curves of your ass.
“And what I’m saying is I’d rather see you start bouncing on my cock— only if you really agree, gorgeous.”
Nanami releases his hands from your body, falling back onto the mattress with his hands returning against the headboard. Holding the back of his head, he’s arguably waiting almost too calmly for your next move. He had given all the power in your court, allowing you to choose the next course of action.
And when he watches your body readjust, steadily gripping onto his cock and angling it to sit yourself on top of it, he can’t help but let out a wide grin, silently celebrating his victory.
“Hold on baby. I want you to turn around and ride it— show me how you can bounce that ass.”
You do just that with no hesitation, turning yourself swiftly around, straddling him with your backside faced towards him. The new position itself makes your cheeks grow warm in both excitement and embarrassment, all your most intimate places now on full display for him to see.
It takes every ounce of strength in Nanami’s entire body to hold back from letting his cock bust right then and there as soon as he watches you slowly lower yourself and take him in, your soft moans once more breaking the silence in the room. The sight is so lewd and erotic to him, focused on nothing but how his cock continues to disappear inch by inch inside you, tightly gripping him as if you were holding on to dear life and the purple dildo still sticking out of your ass.
“Oh my god, baby .” You moan when the final inch slides in, now balls deep on top of him. “You’re so fucking big, baby… filling me up so good.”
Nanami’s mind begins to teeter violently at the combination of it all, your words, the lewd sight and sounds, and he’s no longer confident in how much longer he can hold back from reaching his peak. And when you begin to move, allowing yourself to bounce up and down his cock, he knows he's a goner sooner than later.
His hands reach forward to grip onto either side of your hips, simultaneously grinding his upwards in sync with yours helping you reach the deepest parts of your cunt with every bounce increasing in both intensity and speed. The head of his cock brushes past your most sensitive area, feeling him just right in the pit of your stomach that makes you cry out a moan that echoes the entire room and clench onto him even tighter.
The purple toy glides teasing in and out of your ass with every assisted bounce on his cock, and the view is almost taunting to Nanami, becoming embarrassingly jealous once more at the inanimate object. But it also leaves him curious just how much more you could take, so much so his hands move quicker than his brain, wrapping his fingers around the toy and beginning to pump it in and out inside of you.
Curses drop from underneath your tongue, falling partially forward on the palms of your hands, fingers gripping onto Nanami’s legs in overwhelming pleasure coming from both your holes now getting fucked. Yet you find it impossible to stop yourself from moving your hips up and down, not wanting the pleasure to end even for a second, continuing to take now both his cock and dildo inside of you.
“Fuck… I can’t…it’s so much… filling me up.”
“Yes you can, baby. You’re doing so good, taking it all in... I can feel you getting so much wetter and tighter just for me.”
You’ve grown even wetter now, becoming even more drunk on lust the moment your second hole became another slutty little hole, with the temporary only purpose to be used for pleasure purposes. Nanami also grows more and more drunk on lust seeing your body react, watching the way you squeeze on both his cock and the dildo, your own slick now dripping out of your cunt and down your thighs. The movement of his hips become increasingly sporadic and less rhythmic, mind clouded with nothing but the need to continue to fuck you senseless.
“Say it, you like getting both of your holes fucked by me, don’t you?”
“I love getting both my holes fucked by your big cock.”
“You want to be filled with my cum, don’t you, dirty girl?”
“Yes...please fill my slutty hole with your cum...”
You’re a moaning mess, the air around you filled with nothing but the lewd squelching noises, Nanami’s grunts pounding into you, and your cries of pleasure. With one final thrust of his throbbing cock, you feel the hot load of Nanami’s cum shoot inside your cunt, a shiver traveling up your spine as you simultaneously reach your own orgasm at the sensation.
A moment of serenity envelops the room; you have collapsed fully now onto his legs, Nanami unmoving, cock still deep buried inside you with his cum now trickling out of your cunt and onto his cock. Only the sounds of panting can be heard from the both of you, blissfully recovering from your post orgasm high.
But of course, it lasts for just a moment. Nanami wasn’t one to let things last longer than necessary, after all.
“I didn’t get to see you cum.” Nanami states, shattering the silence in the air. “Do it again.”
You can’t help but blink a few times, turning your head slightly back to look at the man behind you.
“ What ?” Surely you heard wrong, right?
You didn’t. It was exactly as you heard, confirmed when Nanami flashes you another half grin, just a peek of the whites of his teeth showing through.
“You heard me. I missed seeing you cum, so sit on my cock facing me and do it again.”
“You’re crazy.” You let out a small scoff in disbelief, only to transition into the corner of your lips tugged upwards in an excited smirk you fail to hold yourself back from hiding.
“Am I?” Nanami questions, reaching forward to teasingly squeeze the meaty flesh of your ass that triggers you to release a whimper at the touch. “Your little pussy that just throbbed on my cock is telling me differently— you like this idea too.”
His hands move once more, slowly pulling the dildo out of your ass that in return brings about another soft groan to rumble from your throat. Nanami is already a sucker to the sound, growing incredibly weak to it mixed with the sight in front of him of both your cunt and asshole clenching at the sudden loss, instinctively gripping whatever you could to remain filled up. His dick hardens once more at the sensation and sight, twitching against your walls again.
“Guess actions really do speak louder than words, huh?” You grin, your words come out in between breathy moans, eyeing him from just over your shoulder.
“Exactly, you’re one to catch on quickly.”
Nanami’s hands roam again, tossing the purple dildo to the side of the bed and placing his hands to grip either side of your hips. When you feel them gently squeeze your skin, you take it as a sign to readjust your position, briefly lifting yourself off of him, only to sit back down on his cock when you turn back around to now face him.
You lean forward, both your hands softly grasping either side of his neck to pull him in for another kiss, both sloppy and needy in nature. It only breaks when Nanami lets out a low moan, feeling you teasingly clench your cunt around his cock.
“Fuck, stop doing that.”
“Why should I?” You ask, grinning once more. “Maybe I want to see you cum too.”
“If you keep doing that, you definitely will.”
You let out a gentle laugh against his lips, bringing your lips back onto his. Nanami’s hands find refuge on the sides of your hip once more, sitting back upright to deepen the kiss, further exploring your mouth with his tongue.
One hand slowly begins to dip from the side of your hip, on to your thighs, his fingertips trickling skillfully back and forth in the inner part of your upper legs. It’s only when his fingers suddenly move upwards to caress the swollen bud of your clit in steady circles you interrupt the kiss once more, tilting your head back and letting a breathy moan escape.
“Feels good…”
Nanami catches sight of the skin of your neck, the smooth and soft surface now fully inviting him the more you tilt your head back. Similar to a magnetic pull, his body is drawn instantly, lips finding themselves attacking the sensitive skin.
“It does, doesn’t it?” His words come out muffled, in between the kisses against your neck. “Especially when your clit is extra sensitive from getting fucked so hard.”
Your fingers curl once more against the blades of his shoulders, feeling the hand remaining on your hip beginning to guide you in moving back and forth.
“You make me feel so good too darling, knowing you’re just filled with my cum, and warming my cock so good just like this.”
You’re immensely spoiled. At least, that’s the thought that races throughout your mind feeling Nanami work carefully on all the most sensitive areas of your body. As rough as he could be, Nanami concurrently treated your body as if it was a sacred possession tending attentively to all the areas that could give you the most pleasure, in return making you feel as if you were on cloud nine with every kiss, nip and touch. And when the pressure of his fingers against your clit grows harder, and the large, firm hand on your hip directs your hips to grind on his cock faster, the all too familiar pressure in your stomach builds once more.
It arrives faster than Nanami thinks— he too is already fully aware of your little whimpers and increased movements that indicate your upcoming release. But he really isn’t surprised, you were only growing more and more sensitive and overstimulated with every second passing that now perhaps even the tiniest bits of effort from him were enough to make you clench your cunt around him just the way he liked it.
This time, Nanami makes sure to watch your face thoroughly, drinking in every twinge in your face, bite to your lower lip, and moan that drops from your mouth. It’s a shame to him the mask of yours, as pretty as it is, covers him from seeing the entirety of your face just on the edge of cumming, but Nanami prefers to think you make it up in other ways. The shaking of your legs growing weaker despite hips moving faster, the bouncing of your breasts with every movement, and his personal favourite in contrary to his slight teasing for it earlier— your nails that scratch up and down his back, desperately clawing away in the hopes of reaching for something— he’s enthralled by it all, how the gorgeous, well put together woman he saw hours before at the bar was the same as the one in his arms on the verge of her sixth orgasam of the night.
So when you finally do cum once again, letting the more than familiar build up knot in your stomach loose once more, Nanami is of course, mesmerized by it all, filling the air with his own moans at the feeling of your cunt clenching around him tighter than ever before. Yet, not a single ounce of how turned on you made him dwindle, somehow only intensifying— especially amplified at the hint of the sunrise beginning to seep into the room past the sheer curtains of the window beside the bed, reminding him of a little promise he had made to you earlier in the night.
He doesn’t give you much time to think about it, a few mere seconds at most if you were truly to keep record. Although a fan of foreplay and buildup, he was already far too lost in lust and desire to wait any longer. Your body slumped against his chest, head on his shoulder, breaths heavy and arms wrapped around his neck is the perfect position for him to lift you from the back of your thighs up almost too effortlessly, a startled yelp leaving your mouth at the sudden movement.
“Hush, it’s okay baby.” Nanami soothes, a tiny chuckle following, feeling your arms strength and your legs wrap instictintly around him. “You did so good, and now I just wanted to show you what I promised you earlier.”
A sudden jolt of coldness attacks your backside, sending a shiver to run down your spine. You let out another gasp at the abruptness of it all, only to be responded with the tiny grin on Nanami’s lips, ushering you to turn around and look behind you.
“It’s a beautiful view, isn’t it?”
His grip behind your legs loosening and steady hands resting on yours hips once more gently assisting your weak legs in standing up. There were zero lies in his words, confirmed when you turn around and see the view for yourself peeking through the partially opened curtains of the floor to ceiling windows.
The familiar city before you was now blanketed with an orange hue matching the color of the sun rising from a distance away. The current time remains a mystery to you, but what you could gather was that it was the hour of the day where the city just began to stir awake, the sounds of traffic and humans minimal, and only the true early birds of the world awake and roaming the streets. It was tranquility at its finest, rare to see in the normally bustling city you called home, and a spectacular view that makes you stop and stare in awe.
“It is.” You whisper. “I forgot this city can look this gorg—”
You’re unable to finish the sentence, abruptly cut off midway through. A loud moan replaces it instead, your body falling forward and both your hands flat against the glass in front of you for support when you suddenly feel the head of Nanami’s cock slide back in from behind you unexpectedly, cursing under your breath at the sensation.
“I wasn’t talking about the city.” Nanami smirks, fully aware you’re eyeing his every move through the subtle reflection of the glass. “I was talking about you . This sexy body, this pretty face, this ass, and this pussy… this fucking pussy … words couldn’t describe how it makes me go crazy… my god .”
You let out a louder moan, fingers curling against the window feeling Nanami’s thick and long cock quickly filling you up balls deep. Contrary to before, this time he spent little time teasing you, going slow and making sure you felt every single inch. You had already become accustomed to his body, and Nanami had been accustomed to yours— Nanami no longer had the patience to wait to fuck you senseless once more.
His hands briefly leave your sides, reaching up towards the curtains instead. Grabbing each one on either side of your bodies, Nanami pulls the fabric away, allowing more light to enter the room, and more of the window exposed from the protection of the curtains to the outside. Your eyes widen at the realization, but when Nanami’s hands grip at your waist once more, pulling his cock out and then slamming back in, words of argument become difficult to formulate.
“Wait… there could be people outside…” You manage to mumble in between the mewls releasing at the sensation of his cock slowly sliding in and out of you. “What if they see… that’s embarrassing…”
“I said I’d fuck you so everyone could see, didn’t I?” Nanami hisses, thrusts beginning to increase in speed. “And even though you say that your pussy throbbing on me is telling me you like the idea of people seeing you get fucked up against this window, don’t you?”
He knows you too well. And as scary as it should be for someone whom you practically just met to know you this well, to you the rush of it all is more overpowering— all you can do is let out a tiny grin because he was right. Something about him railing you against the window of a penthouse hotel room, in full view during the sunrise of a beautiful morning for anyone at the right place and time to see was enthralling.
“You’re right, baby, it turns me on so much that someone might be able to watch me get fucked hard by your big cock.” You moan, feeling the tip of his cock brushing against your womb. “Everyone watching me get used as your little slutty fuck doll makes me so wet.”
Nanami does nothing but groan loudly at your words, serving more than enough as a response. His hands ghosts upwards to reach to tangle into the back of your hair, fingers gripping the strands and pulling them back rough enough your entire body follows suit. With your back against his chest, Nanami takes a step forward, pushing your breasts and the side of your face against the window, and all your hands can do is still support his rough movements by clawing away at the window.
“Whose pussy is this? Tell me if you want me to fuck you harder.”
“Yours, It belongs to you!”
“That’s my girl.” Nanami coos, grip on your hair becoming stronger. “My slutty girl.”
The sound of skin slapping and moans echoes throughout the room, Nanami’s hips snapping into you harder with every passing second, pushing you back and forth against the window. Your knees buckle instantly when Nanami’s cock brushes past your most sensitive spot, releasing a moan that comes straight from the depths of your lungs.
“Right there,” You gasp, eyes fluttering shut, too overwhelmed with pleasure. “Oh my god, right fucking there—!”
Nanami grins, knowing he’s found the spot that makes your toes curl in pleasure, eyes roll to the back of your head, and legs shake, threatening to give out at any moment. And when his thrusts pinpoint that specific spot, rhythmically hitting on beat to a silent song that makes your head spin once more, both you and him know all too well what’s to come next.
“It feels so fucking good,” You cry out, endless strings of moans and curses dropping from your lips. “I can’t… I’m gonna—”
“Don’t hold back. Cum baby, cum all over my cock.”
You don’t— not even in the slightest bit. You let your mind grow numb, the high of the orgasm riding your entire body, allowing Nanami to give his last few thrusts, only an unworldly noise leaving your throat. Your body jolts in a way you’ve never experienced before, so much so Nanami has to snake an arm around your waist, holding you steady upright from collapsing from your now completely weakened knees.
“Baby, look at me.” Nanami calls, voice soft with a twinge of startled concern. “Are you tired? We can stop now if you want.”
His movements cease, slowly pulling his length from you emitting a groan from both of you. You muster up the strength you have remaining once more to stand upright, looking behind your shoulder and give him a small, reassuring smile, shaking your head side to side.
“No… I’m still okay, thank you for asking.” A hand reaches backwards, latching on to the side of his neck to bring him down for a brief and comforting kiss. “You’re actually such a sweetie, you know?”
Nanami shrugs his shoulders when you let him go, clearing his throat and reaching to scratch at the back of his neck. His actions were uncharacteristically bashful compared to what he had shown you throughout the night thus far, and it was both intimate and refreshing to you to see another side of him you haven’t seen before.
You wanted to know more about him, effortlessly encapsulated by the growing enigma that was him — Nanami Kento. The more you learnt about him, the more you wondered what other side of him he could possibly surprise you further with.
However, for now, there was another issue present to solve in the current moment. The feeling of Nanami’s rock hard cock, long and stiff looming over your backside, reminded you that he had pleased you so well up until now, and it was now his turn to be absolutely spoiled by you.
You lean forward once more, bending fully over to display your ass towards him. Looking over your shoulder once more, a small grin forms upon your face watching Nanami’s stunned expression, eyes fixated right on your assets showcased in front of him.
“I can’t let you just stay this hard, baby.” You whisper, your hands reaching behind you to spread both of your cheeks open. “I want you to let it all out inside here.”
“Fuck,” Nanami curses, watching you wriggle your ass back and forth against his cock. “How did I get so fucking lucky with you?”
“Because you’re a good man… with a blessed cock to follow. Now hurry up and fuck my ass.”
The once cold glass of the window had now turned warm, condensation coating the surface of the glass with droplets of water— except for where the silhouette of your body that was pressed up against the window was not too long ago. The sight is erotic and incredibly lewd, and a part of Nanami wonders if he even had the strength to make it inside you.
But he does nonetheless, moving slowly to allow the tighter hole to adjust to his impressive length and girth. You weren’t a stranger to anal at all, but you definitely weren’t accustomed to someone of Nanami’s size, slightly wincing in the initial discomfort. Nanami takes notice of this, gently soothing the sides of your body in encouragement.
“Baby… you’re taking me so good. Let me know when you’re ready for me to move.”
A few more moments is all it takes, the discomfort quickly dwindling and pleasure replacing its spot. When a breathless moan parts from your lips, fingers scratching the surface of the window in front of you once more in search of more pleasure, you start to move your hips slightly, taking in the rest of his length.
Nanami’s hands grip the sides of your waist once more, beginning to guide your hips up and down his cock. You squeeze him tighter than ever before, Nanami watching the inches of his cock disappear, stretching the tiny hole more than you could take.
“ Fuck. You’re squeezing me so fucking tight, darling.”
A new pool of wetness forms from your cunt, and mixed with creaminess of Nanami’s cum inside from earlier you feel the liquids begin to drip in between your legs, running down the insides of your thighs. Removing one hand from the window, you dip your hand in between your legs, examining the slick in between the folds of your cunt. Bringing the fingers back up to your mouth, you make sure to look at Nanami over your shoulder before sticking your tongue out, humming in satisfaction while licking the liquids off your fingers.
“You and I taste so good together.” You grin as best as you can, eyes partially closed and brain fucked out to the core, bringing your hand out behind you towards him in offering. “Don’t we?”
Nanami groans loudly, rejecting your offering. Instead, you feel the palm of his hand pushing the small of your back down once more, forcing you to look forward once more and to hold back onto the window. His hips pick up, increasing its speed entering in and out of you, but this time you feel his chest against your back, a hand snaking forward and fingers rubbing your clit back and forth.
“You’re gonna fucking be the death of me princess.” Nanami whispers, breath heavy against your ear. “But I can play against you and your little minx ways.”
His body moves faster, an outburst of the last bit of his remaining stamina bursting in both his hips thrusting into you, and his fingers moving against your clit frantically back and forth. Numbness clouds your mind once more, eyes shutting close and rolling to the back of your head.
“That’s fucking right baby doll, you tease me like that and I’ll make that pretty little brain of yours turn stupid with nothing but cock on your mind.”
It was too much. In your overstimulated, over sensitive current state, the combination of everything was just too much. The tension in the pit of your stomach grows, this time differently than previous— more intense, striking you in a way you’ve only felt just a few times in your life.
“Oh my god—” You cry out, eyes shut closed so tight you can feel the formation of a few tears in the corners of your eyes. “No— I’m gonna—”
The synchronization is almost artistic. The way your body convulses underneath his, liquid squirting from your cunt across the lower part of the window and onto the floor below, joined merely seconds later by the drips of Nanami’s cum painting your insides that overflow outwards onto the floor below. Your knees finally give in, falling onto the ground in exhaustion and Nanami finds himself accompanying you in an instance, the last of his stamina escaping him and fatigue overwhelming him.
It’s arguably messy. Definitely to most not the most desired situation, laying on the cold, marble floor surrounded by the physical fragments of both your orgasms. But when you turn around to face Nanami, softly panting in an attempt to recollect his breath from his high, the back of his hand resting on his forehead in exhaustion, you can’t help but let out a small, weak laugh. And when Nanami’s eyes flicker towards you at the sound of your laughter, he can’t help but join in as well, fully understanding the beauty of the moment.
Something about it was almost ironic. You were in the most luxurious penthouse suite, experiencing the most sexy, alluring nearly dream-like night with a man almost too good to be true. This part now was most likely the most realistic portion of the dream-like night, yet, it was your favourite.
It was perfect. Imperfectly perfect. You wouldn’t have had it any other way.
“I’m going to wash up. Care to join me?”
“You know that’s not gonna work.” You reply, pointing up at your mask. “We can’t keep these on in the shower.”
“I don’t care anymore, you’re more than just a quick fuck to me now.” Nanami smiles, a hand reaching forward to tangle with yours.“I already know you’re gorgeous, but I want to see your entire face for myself.”
You wanted to. You really did. But the reality looming over you was too strong to ignore. Despite being your prince for the night, in reality, he still remained your colleague in the office. You knew mixing pleasure with work was never a good idea, and you knew the responsible choice was to remain keeping the two separate.
“Not yet.” Your hand squeezes his back. “Let’s keep up the mystery a little longer.”
—
“Marlboro’s? These are impossible to find here, how’d you get your hands on this?”
You climb back onto the bed, shaking a towel into your damp hair with one hand in an attempt to dry your hair, nudging at the red cardboard box that laid on top of Nanami’s lap. Nanami shrugs, taking two cigarettes out of the box, placing one in his mouth and offering the other in your direction.
“Connections.”
Taking the cigarette, you toss the damp towel onto the armrest of the nearby chair. You join Nanami under the covers of the duvet, and when you situate yourself to mimic him in leaning against the headboard, he reaches over his bedside table for the metallic lighter.
“What, did I just fuck some wanted gangster or something?”
“Not at all,” Nanami chuckles, finding humour in your accusation. “I’m just a regular salaryman… with an interesting part time job.”
He lights the tip of your cigarette first, lighting his own shortly after. A short silence fills the air when the both of you simultaneously take the first drag, seeping in the bitter flavor.
“I won’t ask.” You wink at him, and Nanami rolls his eyes in response. “Keeps you more sexy, like a mystery, you know?”
“What do you smoke then?”
“Blackstones.”
“Awful.” Nanami scrunches his nose in a cringe, instantly tossing the red cardboard box onto your lap covered with the duvet. “Take this pack on me, and treat yourself to something not garbage once in a while.”
“Cigarettes are garbage in general. Literally poison killing you slowly— but for some reason I can’t stop.
Nanami nods in agreement, taking another drag.
“I could never give up — especially cigarettes after sex. Something about ending the night with a good cigarette is the cherry on top.”
“Blackstones taste like cherry, so that could be literal if you wanted it to be.”
“Huh, makes sense.” Nanami pauses, turning to you with a cheeky smile. “You kind of tasted like cherries and tobacco when I first kissed you.”
“Really?” Your eyebrows raise, reciprocating his coy smile back “What about now?”
Nanami leans forward, his free hand reaching to cup the side of your neck, lifting your face upwards towards him. Your eyes flutter closed when your lips meet his, gently caressing with yours and delicately exploring you, drinking in every single flavour he could.
“A mix of tobacco,” Nanami grins against your lips. “And a little bit of me.”
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Ant Cthulhu
Tumblr ate my story! Goodbye to. just. so many thousands of notes. This was one of my first stories that people on tumblr liked. So I’m making it a new post, so that people can find it. Plus, of all the thousands who read the first one or two installments, not nearly as many discovered that I had written a third and final installment that ends the story, so here is a chance at that.
The story was inspired by a pair of observations on Tumblr, where users probablybadrpgideas and 20thcenturyvole said, respectively
“if Cthulhu can be summoned by humans who are so far beneath it, why can’t humans be summoned by ants? The answer is they should be.” and “Well if a bunch of ants formed a circle in my house I’d certainly notice, try to figure out where they’d all come from, and possibly wreak destruction there.“
It gets just a little dark, but any story named for Cthulhu surely must have some death and destruction, right?
ANT CTHULHU
That’s why knowing and correctly pronouncing the true name is so important to the ritual. Imagine how impossible it would be to not go take a look if the circle of ants started chanting your name. And they’re like, you can’t leave because we drew a line made of tiny crystals - now you have to do us a favor. And you’re like, let’s just see where this goes “yup, you got me… what’s the favor?” and usually the favor is like, “kill this one ant for us” or “give me a pile of sugar” and you’re like… okay? and you do, because why not, it isn’t hard for you and boy is this going to be a fucking story to tell, these fucking ants chanting your name and wanting a spoonful of sugar or whatever. And SOMEtimes you get asked for things you can’t really do, one of them, she’s like, “I love this ant but she won’t pay any attention to me, make me important to her” and you’re like… um? how? So you just kill every ant in the colony except the two of them, ta-da! problem solved! and the first ant is like *horrified whisper* “what have I done” …. _____________________________________________________________________
Meanwhile another colony of ants invades your house, and evidently that last ant has gotten some of them to join her in a circle and taught them the ritual because you’re coming out of the bathroom one day and you hear the ants singing your name. Sure enough it’s that ant, but she’s dark and fucked up now, and she’s like, “kill the queen. I will rule this colony” and you’re like, sure, I guess I kinda owe her, and you do it. And she manages to become queen, and they worship you. Which is cool, you’re not, you know, very important in the human world, but to these ants you’re practically all-powerful.
Your beloved Naya doesn’t understand your fascination with the ants at all, but you easily train her to leave them alone. She’s such a good dog. The ants are horrified that you command such a beast.
You begin to realize can’t be just, doing everything a bunch of ants tell you to all the time. When would you watch Netflx? So you tend to only show up for super important ants; you teach them some extra words and when hear them you go see what’s up. Usually. Also though, you’ll show up to just your name, if you’re bored and you hear it. And, sometimes some of the ants are like, tell us more human names, and you’re kind of jealous of the idea of some other human diluting your private godhood, so you refuse. Your roommate Greg is like, yo, that’s fucking awesome, I want ant worshipers! But whenever he approaches any, they run away, because it turns out that the illusion of control from the named summoning is what makes them feel safe around you. That’s great, because Greg is a dick who never does the dishes, and one day you decide to teach Greg a lesson. So you show up at the colony, and you’re like, “yo, witch queen, did you think there would be no price for all these things? Your colony must do something for me, go to the Room of the Housemate, I will meet you there.” And you go sit on the couch and play Overwatch for a while. You’re like, right there, you can clearly see the ants all marching along the wall to Greg’s room, but to them you’re not even there, you’re so far away they can’t see you. It takes them, like, an ant week to make the journey. They have to figure out ways to get over and around things. Some of them drown, or get stepped on by the dog, or whatever. You win a game, you lose a game, you look over, and they’re trying to get through some cobwebs… looks like they’re mostly going to live, you keep playing, you look over, okay they’re all in there, and you stand up and walk over and by the time they’ve chanted your name once, you’re there. “right, hold on” and you look around and you see a twelve-pack of Greg’s precious fucking soda, that he keeps in his room and refuses to ever share, even though it’s a communal food household and you share your hot chocolate with him all the time. So you gather the ants unto you, and you poke a little hole in each of the sodas and you leave the room to the sound of the ants rejoicing. Greg will suspect of course, but he’ll never be able to prove the ants didn’t chew holes in the plastic and steal his stupid drinks.
He actually tries to blame it on Naya. What a prick. You insist with wide eyes that the ants must have found it somehow — maybe he shouldn’t leave soda pop laying around his room. But later, while you’re at work, Greg destroys most of the colony in a rage, and you come home to find the witch queen gasping her last. “The Dew of the Mountain, which you had us steal, was cursed - and so I lay my curse on you” she manages, and then she dies. Well first of all, you don’t really believe in curses, but last month you didn’t believe ants could know your name, so that’s unsettling. And second of all, you feel kind of bad. You know, not SUPER bad, cause she’s like, an ant. But still. And most importantly, third of all, Greg must pay. Like some kind of movie villain, you pet your loving Naya and say out loud “Oh yes, and pay he will.”
But Greg has done more than kill a bunch of the colony. As you wait for eggs and pupae to replenish the ant population, you discover he has found some ants that didn’t go on the Mountain Dew raid, and he’s spared them, told them his name.
He’s made himself a good sized cult in YOUR fucking ant queendom. Greg has started locking his door. So now you NEED the ants. Once again you direct the ants loyal to you to journey to Greg’s room. You meet them at the door. A locked door means nothing to the ants, they don’t even know there is a door, and can barely perceive the difference between it being open and shut - either passing the threshold on the floor regardless, or being on its surface no matter the position. But you need them to get inside. You’re going to put itching powder in his underwear drawer and leave a raw fish under his bed. So you instruct the leading party of ants how to go into the Cave of Keyhole, and position the Magic Megaliths inside just right to enable the opening of the Great Door and allow you to pass into the Realm of Housemate. Crouched by the door, you can hear when your ants are met by a party of Greg Cultists, who insist that if the Great Door is opened, the colony will be doomed. There is fighting. Your ants prevail, the lock tumblers are moved into place, and you swing the door open… To find Greg! In his room all along! It’s a trap! His cultists attack you! I mean, they can’t do much real harm, but it kind of hurts and it’s super annoying. You order your ants to attack him, and they do, but he storms over and pours bleach down the colony entrance.
It’s the end of their world. Now you and Greg are at war, and you both understand the unspoken rules to your fight. You can’t do things directly to each other, why, that would be assault. But anything you can get your ants to do is fine, because “she told the ants to do it to me” isn’t going to get very far with any authority figures that get involved. Later, nursing your anger, you confer with your few remaining ants and stare moodily at your new prize, the ant farm that came in the mail. It will take time to integrate them- your ants have to get access to the new ants’ scent marker chemicals and go undercover. Meanwhile, you’ve got a laptop schematic to go over with your high priestess. It’s finals week, and if you time it right, he’ll lose everything. … You look down into the summoning ritual. The current high priestess, Zé, is an ant of great influence and personality - you quite like her, inso far as a human can be friends with an ant that worships them. You thought the new queen would become the next high priestess, but according to Zé the queens don’t like to come out of the colony after they shed their wings. Plus they are very busy laying eggs and supervising the care of their ant larvae. Zé says it’s a better deal for you, this way your high priestess can have the time and energy to really serve your interests, and wield an authority among the colony that is purely yours - no conflict of interest, and no baby making duties. It’s really just what’s best for both you and the colony queen to have her as high priestess, she informs you, making you laugh at her flattery-wrapped ambition. There’s no laughing this evening though. It’s serious business on the docket tonight. “O wise and ancient entity of power, you grace us with your presence!” and for formality’s sake, she intones the additional ritual greeting from their holy books “You Look Fantastic, Have You Done Something New With Your Hair?” Ants don’t really understand hair. You respond as you have become accustomed “Thank You, Yes.” It’s just easier. They mean well. Mystic greeting complete, Zé and the rest of the dark clergy move straight to business. Several 10s of them line up in formation, creating a diagram of the apartment complex. You had to coach them into how to make it, as far as they are concerned it’s a complex sigil that conveys knowledge to you - for creatures that traverse the building in long journeys along the pipes in the walls and in the spaces between the lower ceiling and upper floor, it looks nothing like the apartment complex as they know it. Zé claims to understand it, but secretly you suspect she’s just mostly cementing her authority among the clergy. She has, usefully, memorized which parts of the sigil correspond with what parts of the building, and that’s good enough for your purposes. “O mighty being, we have done as instructed. Our scouts had to search wide for them, but we have left the corpses of many termites in all the locations you specified, every night this week. “Very good,” you assure them, “and the Greggorites?” “Our spies among them have learned of their next attack. We should be able to influence their timing somewhat.” “Good. And..” your eyes narrow, “the other thing?” “Ah, yes.” Zé’s antennae wave and dip in that way you know means she is uncomfortable. “to the best of our ability to find out, the… Antifreeze initiative was entirely conceived of by the Demon Lord Greg.” “Just Greg,” you tell Zé with bitter hatred as tears threaten to spill down your cheeks. “Greg is not a lord, just a fucking prick who’s going to get what’s coming to him. I swear by all of creation he will.” “Is there…” Zé trailed off and tried again. “O Deity of my heart, far be it from me to question Your Exaltedness, but help your poor servant to understand… your plans have become, ah, they seem perhaps, I am sure I am wrong, but they seem, overly audacious? Your recent change in demeanor has made some of us nervous - not me! - but some of the less devout among my sistren, have become… concerned.” Your fists clench. “I don’t expect you to get it. I’m pretty certain none of you could possibly understand.” Your voice breaks. You clench your teeth. You won’t, you won’t cry in front of your ant worshipers. You lean down and say in the strangled half whisper that is the only way you can force the words past the lump in your throat, “He killed my dog, Zé…” The ants flee the sound of your terrible wailing. The great Finals Erasure had worked to more devastating effect than you had anticipated, and things had… escalated. Then Greg proved himself to be less human than the ants , who themselves had turned out to be such surprising little beings. So. The orders for the heinous deed did in fact come from him. Now, there are things that have to be done. You call the ants back out of hiding and get to work. In the end, it was easier than you thought it would be. You talk to all the neighbors, without Greg. You hide the relevant pieces of mail. You have the scuba gear and the stuff from the sex shop shipped to a friend’s house. You ensure your spies among the Greggorites have escape plans, though Zé assures you they are ready to sacrifice themselves to the cause. “I’m not that kind of Deity,” you tell her. The night before, your ants slip a double dose of tylenol p.m. into Greg’s milkshake. You almost laugh; all your efforts to make sure there is only soup to make for dinner, and he comes home with Burger King. He sleeps so soundly that he never comes close to waking the whole time you are attaching the padded bondage equipment to his limbs and hiding with him in the closet. The walk through by the company inspectors that morning is a tense moment, but as you suspect, they don’t open the closets. After they leave to do their work outside, you finish your work inside, tying Greg to his bed. By the time he starts to wake up, you are sitting in a chair in the doorway to his bedroom, with your mask on. The air is beginning to thicken and discolor. Greg coughs around his ball gag and opens his eyes. You feel curiously calm and empty. “Hi, Greg.” Your voice is muffled, “You like my dive mask?” Greg makes an angry questioning noise, spread eagled to the full extension of his limbs. “Oh, yeah, that must be uncomfortable. Can’t give you enough slack to jerk against the ropes, though, or you might leave tell-tale bruises through the padding.” More angry noises, coughing. “Hhhmm? Oh, did I forget to tell you? It’s termite day, Greg, they’ve tented the house. That’s Sulfuryl Fluoride you’re breathing. You’ll cough for a bit, you’ll throw up, and your heart will stop.” He’s thrashing around as much as the ropes will allow, which isn’t a lot. He’s pretty energetic about it, though; maybe he can’t hear you over his efforts. “You shouldn’t have meddled around with godhood, it didn’t suit you. Power compromised your judgement. You definitely shouldn’t have fucking killed my dog, Greg” You’re suddenly filled with rage. You need to know he hears you. You stride over to the bed and grab him by the throat. Not too hard, you try to remember through your anger, no bruises. The grip is enough to make Greg stop thrashing and look at you with wide wide eyes. “YOU SHOULDN’T HAVE FUCKING KILLED NAYA YOU FUCKING PIECE OF SHIT! WHY? WHY? HOW COULD YOU!? SHE NEVER DID ANYTHING TO YOU!” Just as suddenly, your anger is gone. You feel tired. You look down at him and shake your head.”Time to die, Greg.” You cross the room and sit back down in your chair in the doorway. Watching him die isn’t easy, but it’s not as hard as watching Naya suffer through acute kidney failure. Afterwards, you take off all the bondage gear, throw it in a duffel bag. You leave through the back, rolling out from under the fumigation tent against the back fence, and packing the scuba gear into the duffel before you climb into the neighbors yard. A month later, you’re moving from town to town. The colony has become so large you’re going to need a bigger truck full of clay for them to live in. Maybe an old Uhaul. The ants bring you a newspaper. They bring you everything now, food, money, information. Word of how you value the life of each individual ant has spread through the colony, and reports brought back from the apartment by scouts confirming your status as a godslayer has …elevated… their worship of you. You open the newspaper to find Greg’s death has made the papers. No suspicion of foul play despite the exterminator company lawyers insisting on an autopsy. Tylenol p.m. in his system accounted for his presence in the building, it was decided, and the failure of the inspectors to notice Greg in bed during their walk through was settled out of court, paid off by their insurance. The ants bring you a conga line of grapes, peeling them for you while you stare off into space. A small line of ants brings the peels back to the colony larder. You’re going to have to teach them how to disable cameras - the leaked security footage of hundred dollar bills slipping themselves out under the bank doors has caused a bit of a stir on some parts of the internet… you eat another grape, and count your money. As usual you put half of it in an envelope, uncapping a sharpie to write “From Naya” on it. The ants will slip it under the door of the local animal shelter for you tonight. END
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so, looking back, I feel I should tell you that when I wrote the final chapter of this I had just become homeless and had to leave my dog in a better home than I could provide. It’s cool, we still see each other a lot these days, I was just real sad about it and it effected what I wrote. Anyway, that’s the Ant Cthulhu story
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Yoongi had grown up on the streets of Daegu. His father had abandoned his mother before he was even born. It was a struggle to survive, but he’d always been drawn to music. He’d bartered for piano lessons from a local music store in exchange for free labor knowing his mother, who was struggling to raise him on her own, wouldn’t be able to afford them. They had a restaurant to keep afloat, just like Y/N’s family.
In time, he’d moved on from piano turning to rap. He loved to create, to pour his soul into his music. He established himself in the world of underground rap, and from there he’d clawed his way up to the top. Driven by a need to create, a need to be the best, the need to provide for his family. His mother had never been particularly supportive of his career path. She wanted a stable life for him, and music wasn’t what she considered stable. But here he was, the king of rap. He was on top of the world.
When the fire that had driven him his whole career began to fizzle, he was understandably frustrated. But then there was her. She relit that flame. He had been enthralled almost giddy when he was brought all the information his bodyguard had dug up on her. He looked through pictures of her playing the cello, watched recordings of her previous performances. With every piece of information he learned, he felt closer to her. She was from a broken home balancing work and school to help support herself and her grandmother not to mention the father that hung around the family’s neck like a dead weight. He’d sunk the family into debt. There was no mother to speak of. She hadn’t had an easy life, but neither had he. They were the same that way, kindred spirits.
Knowing that Y/N had come from a troubled family made him feel closer to her, protective of her. She was an angel, and he wanted to take her away from it all, away from the miserable life she’d been forced to live. To say he was furious when he had been delivered the news of her new occupation would be an understatement. His bodyguard had paled looking at his phone after it chimed, and then explaining that he’d just gotten new piece of information on her. She was planning to become a sugar baby. She had just made a profile on some app called sugarbebe. He knew the showcase was her last concert, but he thought it was because she was working, not this kind of work. She was giving up music, and she’s was placing herself into the hands of some disgusting old man in the name of supporting her family. It was a sentiment he could admire, but he couldn’t allow his muse to be in the hands of some disgusting pervert. He couldn’t allow her to give up music. He needed to protect her.
So he’d concocted a spur of the moment plan. He would be her sugar daddy. It would keep her by his side, keep the passion to create flowing, and it would keep her out of harms way. It was perfect. He got her, and she got to help her family.
As soon as he had her profile on sugarbebe, he’d sent a message requesting to meet her, and then it was a waiting game. Would she be willing to meet him? Would she accept his proposal? If she didn’t he’d just have to make it an offer she couldn’t refuse. If she was willing to do this in addition to working two jobs and school, how could she refuse? He had every intention of being everything she needed. He would make it so that she didn’t need to work two jobs, so that she could keep playing the cello.
He’d been ecstatic when he’d gotten the message saying she would meet with him. He could barely contain his excitement. Friday couldn’t come soon enough.
Friday came all too soon. Classes flew by, and she had picked up Eun Jae from Halmeoni’s for the weekend. It would have been a normal day if not for the meeting looming over her head. Every hour brought her closer to her meeting with MYG. He’d assured her that she would be allowed into the club and that she would be perfectly okay, but that didn’t do anything to calm her nerves. She didn’t even know what the man looked like, but at the very least she knew he wasn’t twice her age. Twenty-seven wasn’t too bad of an age gap, but it also brought about the question, why did someone so young need a sugar baby especially when they could afford to go to D-2?
Nina prodded and poked at her until she could barely recognize herself. The dress was tight against her body leaving very little to the imagination even though it didn’t expose her breasts and it covered her ass. But she had to admit, even begrudgingly, that it made her look good. It might not be as fancy as what the other girls in the club would be wearing, but at least she wouldn’t stick out. The dress was perfect. The earrings Nina had leant went well with it as well. They dangled down from her ears, and the sparkly black material would make them shimmer under the lights in the club. To make herself a little more comfortable in the outfit, she’d added a pair of semi-opaque black tights. The real problem was the heels. She wasn’t used to wearing heels that tall, and she was worried that she was going to break an ankle if she wasn’t careful. How Nina walked in them she would never know.
With one final look in the mirror she left the bathroom to find Eun Jae and Nina sitting in the one only other room in the apartment.
“What do you think?” She asked striking a silly pose to the delight of the little boy. “Eomma!” He shrieked running to attach himself to her legs. “You look bootful.”
“Thank you, baby.” She smiled crouching down so that she was on eye level with him. “Are you going to be good for Auntie Nina?” He nodded his head rapidly though his little face had a much more serious expression now. “You promise?”
“Pwomise.”
She held out her pinky linking it with his much smaller one before pulling him into a hug and showering him with kisses as he struggled to get out of her arms despite the peals of laughter that left him.
“I love you, buddy.” She cooed pressing her forehead against his before scooping him up in her arms and standing to face Nina. “It’s already past bedtime so…”
“Eomma.” The little boy whined pouting at the reminder that he should already be asleep.
“Bed time.” She told him sternly bouncing him slightly in her arms. If he didn’t get to bed soon, she’d have a very cranky toddler on her hands tomorrow. “He should go right down. His blankie and bambam the dinosaur are on the couch. He won’t go to sleep without the dinosaur.”
“I know.” Nina rolled her eyes fondly. “This isn’t my first rodeo.
“You know you’re welcome to anything in the fridge. You can use my laptop. I’ll text you when I get there.”
“You better.” Nina grumbled shooting her friend a playful glare. “Text me when you’re leaving too.”
“Of course.” She promised handing over her son with one last hug. “Thank you for doing this.”
Nina nodded accepting the little boy into her arms settling him on her hip even though his face was all scrunched up grumpily now that he was no longer in his mother’s arms. “Of course. I’m always happy to help. Be safe okay?”
“I will be.”
“Eomma!” Eun Jae whimpered reaching out for his mother upper lip wobbling and eyes round as saucers. It was all fun and games until it was time for mom to go, especially when it was near bedtime.
“I gotta go, baby.” She told him though it broke her heart to see him upset. She knew he was just tired, but it still broke her heart. “I’ll see you in the morning. Okay, buddy?” She gave Nina a pained smile before picking up her clutch that only fit her keys, her card and her phone. “I’ll see you later!”
“Stay sexy. Don’t get murdered!” Nina called after her as she left the apartment rolling her eyes at her friend’s antics.
It pained her to splurge on the taxi to go to the club, and she knew it was silly, but she didn’t want MYG to see her coming from a bus stop on the off chance he was watching her when she arrived. She would take the late bus home, but she wanted to make a good impression arriving, just in case.
She was practically vibrating in anticipation the entire ride to D-2. She didn’t know what to expect from this. Would he be nice? Would he be sleazy? God, she hoped he wasn’t sleazy. She could put up with it, if he was, and she knew it was a long shot that he would be kind, but she still hoped that he was. It would make this so much easier if he was kind.
She couldn’t help the nerves. She had never done anything like this before. She’d never even considered doing anything like this before. Clubs, boyfriends, partying. She’d never gotten to do any of that stuff. She had had a family to take care of. By the time she’d reached the age where she could go out drinking, she’d had a kid to consider. She didn’t think she’d ever actually been to a club before. Tonight would be full of new experiences.
She was shocked when she arrived at D-2 that the bouncers were expecting her. One of the burly, intimidating men escorted her straight into the club and directly up to the VIP lounge stating that a Mr. Min would be with her shortly.
All she could do was nod her head mutely. She was dumb struck by the turn of events. She had thought that whoever she was meeting was rich, but she hadn’t expected to them to be VIP rich or so concerned with her making it in. Who had the kind of pull it took to get the bouncers to care for a patron like that. The man had even stated that if she needed anything, she just needed to ask which led her to believe that the rest of the staff knew who she was as well. It was highly disconcerting. Every moment she was inside the club made her more and more nervous. She had to keep reminding herself who she was doing this for, what was at stake. At least she knew his name now. Mr. Min.
She took a deep breath to steady herself. Waiting for her potential sugar daddy to arrive. The title made her cringe, a stark reminder of the position she was now in.
While Y/N was nearly sick with nerves, Yoongi was ecstatic. He watched as his bouncers led her into his club. She looked lovely. She always looked lovely, but she looked different than the photos of her he had seen, different than the demure lady he had seen at the showcase. While her outfit said, sexy, her face said nerves. Even there sitting under the lights of the club, she looked like an angel. The wide eyed way she watched everything made it clear she didn’t belong there. She was like a deer in the headlights. But Yoongi could fix that. He could help her adjust. She was meant to be in his world.
He took a moment to straighten out his shirt and smooth down his hair before approaching her. He wanted everything to be perfect.
“Kang Y/N.” He called stepping up to her watching in amusement as she practically jumped out of her seat out of shock as her eyes flew to his.
“Mr. Min.” She squeaked actually jumping up and stumbling it a bit in her heels, but Yoongi was there to catch her, gently lowering her back down to the couch again.
“You can call me Yoongi.” He flashed her a crooked grin, not quite a full smile, but enough of one to soften his intimidating features. He’d been told on more than one occasion that he had a resting face that looked like he wanted to kill everyone, and he didn’t want her to be scared of him. The wide eyed way she was staring at him told him it wasn’t working though.
She stared at the man next to her taking in all of his features. He certainly wasn’t old, and he certainly wasn’t ugly. He was pale, like he had never seen the sun before. The black shirt he wore highlighted that, but it worked for him. His dark eyes had an almost feline quality to them. They were intimidating as they took her in just as she was doing to him. She wanted to fade away and hide from those eyes. They were black as coal and far too intense for comfort, and it was with horror that she realized, she knew those eyes.
“You’re Agust D.” She breathed out her voice trembling in both shock and awe.
He grinned, a full gummy smile that looked so out of place on his intimidating face but at the same time so right. “I am, but you, Y/N, can call me Yoongi.”
“I…I think there’s been a mistake.” Her eyes darted around trying to find her clutch snatching it up when she found it and standing on shaking legs. Bobbing a hasty bow she tried to make a retreat only for her wrist to be caught in his hand, his long fingers completely encircling her wrist. Her eyes flew to his, wide, startled. “Mr. Min?”
“There’s no mistake.” His raspy voice sent shivers down her spine. It wasn’t every day that a girl met the king of rap. It wasn’t every day that the king of rap brought you to his club wanting to be your sugar daddy. It couldn’t be real.
She shook her head trying to wake herself up, to bring herself back to reality, but he was still sitting there staring at her with those dark eyes.
“Why don’t we go to my office to talk? Would that be better?” He offered, and she nodded dumbly in response letting him lead her away from the noise to an office nestled in the back of the club.
The door closed sealing them in, blocking out the noise. She couldn’t believe it. Yoongi thought it was adorable. The confused look on her face, the little line between her brows, it was all adorable.
“You’re MYG?” She slowly asked trying to confirm the impossible thing that was being proposed. There was no way that Agust D was looking for a sugar baby let alone looking for her to be his sugar baby. It was too absurd.
“Min Yoongi.” He confirmed taking a seat behind his desk as she took a seat across from him. “I’m sorry for the confusion. I needed a certain amount of anonymity on the app. You understand right?”
“Of course.” She quickly agreed frightened of making the wrong move. She had no idea what to do in this situation. There wasn’t exactly a handbook, ‘What to do when your potential sugar daddy turns out to be famous?’. She felt completely out of her depth. “That’s understandable.” She smiled nervously avoiding eye contact. “Can I… can I ask a question?” It was tentatively spoken, nervous like she was afraid he was going to bite her.
Yoongi had to hold back a coo. She was just so fucking adorable, so innocent sitting there trembling under his gaze like a kitten someone had brought in from the cold. “Ask away, princess.”
She had to hold back a cringe at the endearment. She was by no means a princess. “Why me?”
“Why not you?” He countered leaning across the desk. “Are you going to say no?”
Did she really have a choice? She needed the money. Her family needed the money. “I didn’t say that.”
He smirked knowing full well she couldn’t refuse him. She needed this. She needed him, and he wasn’t going to leave her out in the cold. “Four million won.” He offered watching as her eyes widened almost comically. They practically took up the whole of her face.
“What?” She whispered.
“Four million won for every meeting we have.” He offered watching her closely. She looked ready to bolt at any moment. He couldn’t have that, not when he was so close to having her in his arms.
“That’s… that’s very generous, but I…”
“But what? Is it not enough?” His head tilted to the side curiously.
“No! It’s more than enough, more than generous.” She stuttered rushing over her words in an attempt not to fuck this up.
“Then what’s the problem?”
“Mr. Min.”
“Yoongi.”
“Yoongi.” She corrected smiling nervously. “I’m not sure I’m what you’re looking for. I have work and school…”
He cut her off waving a hand dismissively. “We can work around that. I have a very busy schedule. I would want you to be free in the evenings at least twice a week.” She nodded slowly waiting for him to continue. “I’d have the right to call for you whenever I want, but you have the right to say no. I understand you have other obligations. School. Work.” He would give her the option, but under the circumstances she was in, he didn’t think she’d say no. She couldn’t afford to say no.
“What if I had to cancel a prearranged meeting?”
“We’d reschedule” He shrugged hiding his glee at seeing her warm up to the idea.
She hesitated taking a deep breath to steady herself. “What would… what would you expect from me?”
There it was, the crux of it all. He was slowly backing her into a corner, herding her towards agreement. “Your company. Your affection.” She shuddered as his eyes dragged down the length of her body. “We won’t do anything you’re not comfortable with. You have full control. We can have it written into the contract.” A lie. Yoongi wasn’t the type to give control to anyone else. But he could give her the illusion of control. “Four million won a meeting. More for overnight or late night meetings and public outings like parties or company events. I’ll provide the wardrobe for those.” He offered sweetening the deal. He knew it was a lot of money, but she was worth it. She was worth every penny.
He could see the conflict in her eyes, but he knew he had her. She knew it to. With how much he was offering she could get their heads back above water. They could fix the heating at the house. They could get a new winter coat for Eun Jae. He was outgrowing his. She could get him some new shoes too. She could pay for school. They could pay off the debt her father had landed them in. Halmeoni wouldn’t have to work so hard. “Okay.”
He grinned in triumph. “Okay.” He leaned back in his chair. “I’ll have the company draw up a contract. I can have it ready by Monday. That work for you?”
She nodded eyes fixed on her hands. “Yeah. That’s fine.” She whispered huffing in disbelief.
Yoongi stood up slinking over to her tilting her chin up to make her eyes meet his. He loved her eyes. They were so deep, so soulful. “Hey,” He murmured gently running a thumb over her bottom lip. “Don’t look so frightened. I’ll take good care of you.”
part 3
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#3 What is that one scene that you’ve always wanted to write but can’t be arsed to write all of the set-up and context it would need? (consider this permission to write it and/or share it anyway)
Fun Meta Asks for Writers
Adding the link to the ask game at the start this time, 'cause this is gonna be a long one, y'all. 😂
Where do I even begin? First of all, @angie-leena, thank you so SO much for sending me this ask! It was the kick in the ass I needed to get me to actually write this scene, and for that I’m extremely grateful. I still don’t know if I’m entirely happy with the finished product, but it exists now, and that’s something.
So some of you may remember (if anyone actually follows my ramblings, haha!) that I’ve been simultaneously complaining about and obsessing over this gigantic WIP I’ve had since fucking March 2019. Nearly two and a half years have passed since I put the first word to paper, and oh how I’ve loved to cry out in frustration about how I have about 12k written on the stupid thing and yet not a single scene finished.
AT LEAST
NOT UNTIL TODAY
YES, I’VE DONE IT. I’ve finished a scene on this amazing, wonderful, and incredibly stupid WIP, and I could just cry.
FYI for anyone who doesn’t know what the fuck I’m talking about (which I’m sure is everyone, ‘cause I don’t expect anybody to remember this insane thing I’ve been shouting about all this time, LOL): this is the Slytherin My Gryffindor WIP. Yes, that is a working title. 😅 I will find a better one.....some day.......Ron/Draco is the main pair, but there will also be plenty of others sprinkled in the background.
Anyway, about this ask and that context I haven’t been arsed to write yet...
Context required in order to understand this scene 😂:
Fred Lives AU
The Muggle world and the Wixen world has kind of mixed in recent years, and it’s very common for magical people to be using Muggle technology
The Weasley twins have opened a second shop in Diagon Alley...selling sex toys (yes, really)
Their first original product line issssssss..........dildoes shaped like the Weasley brothers’ own dicks (and a fleshlight kind of thing for Ginny)
Yes this is crack!fic (but, like, also not???)
Ron has been made general manager of the shop and is there all the time, as they’re incredibly busy
Draco wants 👏 that 👏 D 👏, but is worried about Ron finding out, so keeps coming into the shop randomly hoping he won’t be there (and of course he always is)
Eventually there’s a day where Ron’s in the backroom, Charlie’s visiting and helping out at the register, and when Ron emerges, Charlie informs him that Draco Malfoy has just run in and bought Ron’s dildo
Cue Ron being incredibly turned on by this notion
So that pretty much brings us up-to-speed for this scene - it’s been a few days now, and Ron’s been trying to figure out a way to contact Draco to talk to him about the whole thing, since they never became friends or anything after the war and don’t regularly talk unless they’re just seeing each other around
The fic is meant to touch on, like...fame in the aftermath of the war (i.e. why anyone would be interested in sex toys modelled after the Weasley siblings in the first place)
Ron has evolved from his teenage self and grown to hate the fame - it prevents him from being able to date, because the press can never let him keep anything private
After this scene, the fic will focus on Ron and Draco developing a sexual - and eventually romantic - relationship (originally under the guise of “testing out” other products from the shop together)
They will try their best to keep their relationship a secret, but, like...everyone knows 😘😘😘
Also Draco is a model in this one (not important for this scene, but just thought you might want to know 😂)
In addition, some warnings/content to make note of before reading:
NC-17 (smut incoming!)
Technology circa 2005
Phone sex
Semi-public sex
Sex toys
Both Ron and Draco are a little drunk (but very consenting!)
Crack taken way too seriously
Of course, this hasn't been betaed or Britpicked, so I apologize for how very rough it is right now, lol. It will likely be a little (or a lot!) different if I ever actually finish this whole fucking fic and post it later on. I am treating this scene like a “sneak peek” of the fic, because I definitely do still want to try to finish it someday...
HOLY SHIT, I had a LOT more to say about it than I thought. 😅 So anyway. Scene under the cut.
Friday night at the Dragon's Head was packed. It took a bit of initiative, but Ron, Seamus, and Dean finally managed to snag them all a table in the back corner, hoarding the extra seats till Harry and Neville finally arrived, trailed closely by Ginny and Parkinson ― who were curiously short one blond wizard.
Ron tried not to think about it. He bought the first round with Harry, listening to him chat about the recent Puddlemere match against the Magpies. They ordered nibbles for the table. Ron munched on chips, his heart skipping every time the door opened across the room and another few patrons trickled in.
He was on his third pint of the evening when he started getting antsy. He sipped his Simison, using the light smoke curling around the rim of the glass to discreetly glance around the pub, hoping to spot a familiar head of blond hair in the crowd. His foot tapped impatiently on the floor.
"Is he coming, then?"
Ron's head snapped to attention. Ginny checked the door as well before turning back to Parkinson.
"Who?" Neville asked, snagging a vinegar-soaked chip from the bowl in the center of the table.
"Malfoy," Ginny said, craning her neck to see her girlfriend's screen.
Parkinson tapped away on her mobile, shaking her head. "No. Says he's already curled up with a bottle of wine and a good book, and doesn't fancy getting all done up."
Fucking hell. Ron drained the dregs at the bottom of his glass. It wasn't often Malfoy joined them on a mostly-Gryffindor outing ― not unless Parkinson could convince him. Somehow, Ron felt he should've known it wouldn't be in the cards tonight. Conversation pivoted again, and Ron ran his fingers up the sides of his empty pint, thinking.
At some point, Seamus and Harry set off to get another round, and Ginny hurried away with them after a quick peck to Parkinson's cheek. Neville and Dean had gotten into a chat about proper Mimbulus mimbletonia care, and Ron saw his chance. He could feel his heart start to thud in his chest as he cleared his throat, raising his voice to catch her attention.
"Parkinson?"
She turned back from watching Ginny leave, a small smile tugging at the corners of her mouth. "Yes?"
"Think you could give me Malfoy's number?"
The smirk she gave him in response made his hands shake a little as they drummed against the tabletop.
"Whatever for?"
Ron stared her down, knowing full well any excuse he told her would never be enough. Parkinson's expression was predatory ― as if she already knew the answer anyway. He waited for her to comment, bracing himself.
To his surprise, she instead dug her mobile back out of her handbag.
She turned the screen towards him, and he typed the number directly into the dialer on his phone. He waited a few minutes until everyone ― Parkinson included ― had moved on to other things and forgotten about him, and then slipped from the table.
Ron shouldered his way through the crowd to the loo, pushing inside and locking the door behind him. It was a small room, hardly bigger than a broom closet. There was a toilet and a sink, a grimy mirror hanging above it, and a dim ceiling lamp that barely lit the space.
Ron backed up to one side of the room and slumped against the wall. He gripped the phone in clammy hands. Those pints had picked a perfect moment to hit him all at once. Ron blinked away the creeping dizziness, staring down at the numbers glowing dauntingly on the tiny screen. He'd been unable to get it out of his mind for days ― the image of Malfoy riding his dildo ― and now that he had a way to contact him, he was frozen. The leaky faucet dripped, the sound maddening as it mingled with the rush of blood in his ears. This was stupid. This was so bloody stupid.
He hit call.
Ron held his breath, cupping the phone to his ear. The line rang and rang, until he started to realize he didn't have a plan B. What if Malfoy didn't answer? What if he had to leave a voicemail? What would he even say? He should've just texted him, damn it.
Then, suddenly, the ringing stopped. There was rustling and a mumbled, "Bloody useless thing." Then, louder, "Yes?"
"Malfoy?"
"Yes, this is ― Weasley?"
Malfoy sounded surprised. Ron breathed out gradually, his heartbeat slowing with it. Malfoy's voice was clear and present on the other end. No looking back. He tried to think of something to say, and only came up with one thing.
"Haven't seen you round the shop yet this week."
"Don't tell me that's really why you called." Malfoy sighed, trying to sound put-upon, but Ron could hear the hint of nerves underneath. "If you must know, that would be because I found what I'd been looking for."
"I know."
There was a sharp intake of breath on the other end. For a moment, Ron thought Malfoy might hang up. But then he cursed quietly. "Damn that brother of yours. Incorrigible."
So it really was true. Charlie hadn't just been taking the piss. Ron felt a warmth flare up in his belly, spreading down to the tops of his thighs.
"Try growing up with him. And the twins? Now that's a real nightmare."
"I was trying for discreet, but you were always there."
Ron leaned further back against the wall, staring up at the dark ceiling above. He thought of all those times Malfoy had dropped in at the shop, only to hurry out again if Ron ever came too close. Malfoy had jumped at the chance when Ron had been called away to the back that day.
Malfoy cleared his throat. "Well. You know. So what, then? Looking to mock me for it?"
"You always assume the worst with me. Why is that?" Although Ron couldn't exactly blame him. He hadn't given Malfoy much else to go on in years past. Neither of them had. "No. No, I was calling because…" Why had he been calling? It had seemed such a natural thing when he'd asked Parkinson for Malfoy's number not five minutes ago. "I was curious. If there was, er." He waved his free hand, searching for the words. Nothing sounded right. "Any particular reason for it."
Malfoy laughed ― a short bark of a sound. "I mean, obviously yes. It's a sex toy, Weasley."
Ron snorted, taken aback. "That's not ―"
"Actually, I thought it'd make a nice statement in the middle of my dining table. It would be an excellent conversation piece for dinner parties."
"For fuck's sake, Malfoy, I didn't ―"
A chuckle rumbled through from the other end of the line. There was that snark again. Merlin, it made Ron hot, his skin blooming from his collar up to his ears. He chewed his lip, pulling back the grin that threatened to spread across his face.
"I only meant ― was there a reason? That you'd picked mine?"
The line suddenly went quiet. Ron had to check his phone just to make sure the call hadn't dropped.
When Malfoy finally replied, his voice was soft, uncertain. "What would possess you to call and ask me that?"
Ron breathed in slowly, his hand tapping an incoherent rhythm on his thigh. "Well, I'm a bit pissed, to be honest," he admitted, still feeling the slight burn the Simison had left in his throat.
Malfoy didn't say anything more at first. The lamp above buzzed as the faucet continued to drip. Ron could hear the noise from the pub pressing up against the other side of the door.
Then, Malfoy said, "Maybe there was."
Ron felt his heart jump into his throat. "Was what?"
"A reason why I bought it," Malfoy said slowly, deliberately. "Figure it out, Weasel."
Oh, bloody hell. Ron took a shaky breath. Every nerve felt like it was on fire.
"And...how was it?" Ron heard himself ask as if from very far away.
Even over the din of the music beyond the bathroom door, he could hear Malfoy swallow. "It was good."
"Oh, ta." Ron chuckled despite himself.
"No, I mean...Bugger." It was nice hearing Malfoy so flustered. A rare occurrence, and one that the little fluttering pixie in Ron's stomach very much wanted to repeat. "It was brilliant, alright? Happy?"
Brilliant. The word tingled down Ron's spine. For some reason, he couldn't wipe the smile from his face. Bloody hell, was this really happening? He thought of fleeting insults thrown in the school corridors all those years ago ― then he thought of a night just a few months ago, the look in Malfoy's eyes as Ron told him about the shop.
"You wrote a song about me once, if I remember correctly," Ron said, feeling deliriously happy.
"I suppose I did." Malfoy sighed.
Ron's eyes flicked to the door, to the noise of the crowd beyond. "Why didn't you want me to know?"
"Oh, please, Weasley," Malfoy said bitterly. "Pick a reason."
"I know, but ―" Ron tried to argue, but Malfoy cut him off.
"You don't owe me anything. It would be incredibly unfair for me to expect you to be interested in return."
Ron supposed that was fair enough. He'd had similar feelings towards Malfoy until very recently.
"I would be, though. I mean ― I am."
Saying the words out loud gave them a weight Ron hadn't felt before. He let them roll off his tongue, flattened the tip of it along his lips as he thought about flashes of icy blond hair, high cheekbones, and long fingers swirling around the rim of a glass. He thought of the moment he'd finally realized Malfoy had been looking back.
"Oh." Malfoy paused, seeming surprised by that revelation. "Good to know."
Malfoy fidgeted. Ron listened intently, hearing the breath he released and the scrape of his fingers against his mobile.
"You wouldn't ― ah." Malfoy caught himself, and Ron waited for him to continue, his ears ringing. "Would you want to…?" Malfoy trailed off, finishing his thought with a scoff.
"Would I want to what ― oh."
Oh.
Ron swallowed hard. He wanted to believe Malfoy was asking him what he thought he was asking him, but even after everything, it was almost too good to be true. The long stretch of awkward silence on the other end told him he was right, though, and that made him jittery, his hand coming up to rub at the back of his neck.
"I could be reading too much into this," Malfoy muttered.
"No, no, definitely not. I mean." Ron licked his lips, his mouth suddenly feeling far too dry. "I just don't want you to think I expect this."
Malfoy made a sound, and Ron could practically feel him rolling his eyes on the other end of the line.
"Oh, so you don't ring up every person who buys a model of your cock and ask them how they enjoyed it?"
"What? No, of course not!" Ron stopped, realizing, and laughed at himself. "You're joking. That was a joke."
"Terribly clever, this one."
A sudden jiggling of the door handle made Ron jump, almost dropping his mobile in the process.
"Occupied!"
He fumbled with the phone, his heart thudding wildly. When he put it back to his ear, Malfoy was laughing. The sound made Ron feel weak in the knees.
"Where are you?" Malfoy asked, still snickering.
"In the loo at the Dragon's Head."
"Oh, of course." Malfoy sucked his teeth contemplatively. "Hang on. Is there anyone in there with you?"
Another frustrated turn of the door handle.
"It's a single."
"Good." Malfoy lowered his voice conspiratorially. "Do you want me to use it?"
Ron pressed his hand flat against the door, waiting until he heard the bloke give a huff and storm off. "Use what?"
"Your dildo, Weasley."
The silken drawl of Malfoy's voice spread like gooseflesh across Ron's skin. "Right now?" he asked incredulously, although he was already half hard at the thought.
"I could give you an exclusive product review. Unless you don't want to."
"No, I do!" Ron replied quickly, and Malfoy laughed again, making him blush.
"Eager, are we?"
"Yes." Ron passed a hand over his face, trying to laugh as well, but it came out shaky. Merlin, it had been all he could think about for the past few days. Still, he'd never imagined Malfoy would offer it outright. "Just didn't take you for the phone sex type."
Malfoy hummed. "You caught me in a randy mood. Now how do I ― ah, right."
Ron assumed he'd been put on speakerphone, as there was now an echo. He dug out his wand for a moment and cast a quick Silencio on the bathroom. It was a wonder how he had the brain power to spare, when all the blood in his body was suddenly rushing to his cock. He could hear Malfoy fumbling for something on the other end.
"Where are you?" Ron asked in return, trying to distract himself from the heady thrum of anticipation.
"In bed. Naked," Malfoy added with a hint of a smirk in his voice. Ron groaned, shutting his eyes against the image of Malfoy stretched out on soft sheets, hard and waiting for him. Merlin, had he been naked the whole time they were talking? Ron pressed the heel of his palm to the crotch of his jeans.
Malfoy went silent for a moment, until there was a faint intake of breath. His bed creaked distantly in the background.
Ron licked his lips, cupping his hand around the solid, hot line of his cock under his trousers. "Are you prepping yourself?"
"Of course." Malfoy breathed out steadily, the bed creaking again. "You're bigger than I thought you'd be. Although I'd always wondered."
Fucking hell. Ron arched against his hand. Was he really going to get his cock out in a pub toilet? The last shred of his resolve melted away when he heard Malfoy moan, low and guttural, a sound that shot straight through Ron, all the way to his toes. He imagined Malfoy laying back, his knees bent up, and slick fingers down between his legs, pressing in and out of his puckered hole. Ron was switching the phone to his left hand before he could give it a second thought. He flicked open the button on his jeans and pushed his pants down to hook under his balls, taking himself in hand.
Ron rolled his hand down over his length. Malfoy's breath hitched, and he cursed, the bed shifting with him. Ron caught his lip between his teeth, wondering how many fingers he had in him. He imagined himself leaning over Malfoy on the bed, licking a hot stripe along his neck as his hand worked him open, his thighs falling open as he settled between them.
"Fuck, I needed this," Malfoy breathed. Ron moaned, pulling his foreskin back and rubbing over the weeping head of his cock.
Malfoy muttered a Cleansing charm, and then a drawer was pulled roughly open nearby. Ron heard Malfoy pick up the phone, moving and setting it down again as he bounced on the bed, adjusting himself.
"Are you ―?" Ron wanted to ask, but he couldn't finish the thought, left hand gripping the phone hard as he tried to steady himself.
"Yes, gods."
Ron paused, listening as Malfoy shifted and panted on the other end. He didn't have to ask when it was fully in. He knew the moment Malfoy's breath faltered, the gasp he gave sending shivers down Ron's spine.
Malfoy huffed, the sound so loud to Ron's ears as the whole world funneled down to a point, to this moment as he listened to Malfoy move the toy inside of himself. He moaned, and Ron thought he could hear the squelch of lube on the other end of the line as it entered him.
"Talk to me, Weasley."
Malfoy sounded wrecked. It was enough to make Ron's toes curl just to hear it. It was almost too much to handle ― the idea of Draco Malfoy being thoroughly fucked out by a dildo modelled after Ron's own cock. Ron's head thunked back against the wall. His hand trembled a little as he began stroking himself again.
"Get on your knees for me," he said softly.
Malfoy swore. Ron heard him flip over, his panting breaths suddenly closer to the receiver. In his mind, he could see Malfoy bent over the bed, arse in the air and cheek pressed against the mattress, lips rosy and parted. He imagined himself knelt behind Malfoy, hands gripping his slender hips.
"There's, uh." Ron swallowed. "There's a self-shagging feature. If you want. The spell's ―"
"Oh, we're well acquainted."
"Fuck," Ron moaned. No way he was going to last like this. He rocked his hips, thrusting into the tight circle of his fist. Malfoy sounded like he was trying to collect himself, even as his voice broke on the last word. Ron couldn't begin to explain why that aroused him so much, but he didn't care, already speeding up his hand as it flew over his cock.
Malfoy cast the spell, and Ron felt his cry as the toy began to move on its own. The bed gave a jolt under Malfoy's weight. He gasped again, and Ron heard his fingers scrambling across the sheets.
Ron could almost see it. He imagined Malfoy's bowed back, his knees slipping and spreading apart, his toes curling. The bed creaked with each movement. A dildo of Ron's own making, Malfoy arching back onto it as it fucked him down onto the mattress. Merlin, he should've known Malfoy would take it so well, his eyes rolling back as he listened to the sounds Malfoy made as it thrust into him.
Ron closed his eyes and felt like he was sitting in the room, watching the whole show, watching a copy of his cock pound into Malfoy again and again. The pub outside the bathroom door fell away from him, and all he could focus on was Malfoy's voice and his hand on his own cock.
"Tell me how it feels," Ron choked out, wanting to hear it, see it, touch it, to watch Malfoy unravel under Ron's hands and cock, to capture each cry with his tongue.
Malfoy groaned. "So ― good ―"
"Tell me," Ron rasped again, thrusting his hips forward into his hand. "Tell me ― ah ― how good it is."
"It's so ―" Malfoy cried out, his hands skittering over the sheets. "So good ― so big ― I ―"
"Fucking hell, Malfoy."
At that point, Ron didn't know if he wanted to be watching the toy fuck Malfoy or if he wanted to take over for it. Was he really getting jealous of a dildo? He wished he was there. He wanted to tell Malfoy as much, but he couldn't manage it, instead moaning loudly as he felt his balls begin to draw up against him.
"Fuck, Weasley, you're gonna make me come," Malfoy whined, his posh accent slipping.
Holy shit, and that was what did it. Ron made a gut-punched sound, his wrist flicking over the head of his cock. He was coming almost before he'd even realized. He barely had the presence of mind to do anything about it before the first spurt had dribbled onto the floor. He pushed off the wall and lent forward, pumping the remainder into the sink. He heard Malfoy swear, and Ron slumped back against the wall again, listening as he came apart with a shuddering cry.
The line went quiet once more. Ron rested his head on the tiles behind him, closing his eyes, holding his softening cock. For a long time, all he could hear was Malfoy breathing on the other end, his own heartbeat equally loud in his ears.
"I liked that. A lot."
Eloquent as always. Ron half expected for Malfoy to say just that, but instead he heard a very soft chuckle ― and then, quietly, "So did I."
Now that his heart rate was gradually slowing, the noise of the club outside wormed its way back in, reminding Ron of where he was, and what he'd just done. He shuffled his feet uncomfortably, glancing at the door when he heard a chatty couple pass by. How long had he been in there? Were the others looking for him?
Another person suddenly banged on the door, and Ron started, pushing off from the wall and quickly withdrawing his wand, disabling his Silencio and spelling himself clean.
"Right." He wanted to say more. Merlin, he did. But instead all he said just then was, "Well, I should probably, er, get back to it. You know?"
"Of course." There was rustling on the line, and then Ron was off speakerphone, Malfoy's voice close and intimate again in a way that made him shiver. "Have a good night, Weasley."
"You too, Malfoy."
Ron exited the bathroom, ignoring the irritated look the other patron gave him as he slipped past.
The entire way back to their table, he felt like he was floating on a cloud. Harry gave him an odd look when he slid into his seat, pulling the fresh pint they'd bought him an indeterminable amount of time ago towards him. Ron couldn't even begin to catch up with what they were all talking about, his mind drifting to thoughts of Malfoy, his mobile a leaden weight in his pocket as the night wound on.
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—work out for me (M) jjk
🏋🏻♂️Part of the “Making You Sweat Like That” Collaboration
🏋🏻♂️pairing: neighbor!gymrat!jungkook x neighbor!reader
🏋🏻♂️word count: 3.2k
🏋🏻♂️genre + warning: 18+, nsfw, post breakup au, strangers/neighbors to lovers | mean ex-boyfriend, semi-public unprotected sex, wet sex, submerged sex, hot tub sex, kissing, groping, semi-clothed humping, teasing, sucking, biting, & marking, praise, scratching, creampie, post-sex cockwarming, jungkook has a fat cock
🏋🏻♂️summary: after a bad breakup, you move to a new apartment complex with a full gym and amenities. wanting to catch the eye of your very fit, across-the-hall neighbor, you start using the gym hoping to see him there. when he shows up to the gym and asks to join you, working out takes on a new meaning.
🏋🏻♂️an: this is a revamp of my original story from june of last year! i hope you enjoy the additions/changes made to the story, and please await the sister gym-fics for this special collab, coming soon!
collab masterlist coming soon!
“Who would want you!?” Changkyun says icily. He’s yelling as you walk with the last of your belongings out of the once shared apartment. You cringe, hoping the neighbors are at work or just out in general.
“Clearly you wanted me, Changkyun. I’m sorry that we’re not working anymore… But I can’t do this anymore.” You keep your voice steady, not raising it like you want to. He’s also lucky that your hands are full carrying this box, or else you would have already swung on him. But you know it’s best this way.
His toxic ass loves a fight, loves to create drama in your relationship because of the thrill of making up. Make up sex with Changkyun may be fun, but the rest of the relationship had gone stale a while ago. And you’re tired of fighting.
The last argument, he had taken it too far, so you’re done. You realize as you load your car that he finally caught on. You’re leaving him for good this time, and his fragile ego can’t handle the fact that you’re the one who is making the decision to leave.
He hopes that by insulting you he can get you to stop and face him. But you won’t make that mistake. You know he will use it to his advantage, turn it into hot, passionate sex, but you want more than just make up sex and drama.
“I can have any girl, YN! I’ll get someone better than you!”
“I’m sure you can have any girl. But I’m not just any girl.” You climb into the driver’s seat of your car, finally making eye contact with him one last time. “Good luck finding a woman like me. I truly wish you all the best.”
Swinging the door shut in his face, you back out your 4-door sedan and head out towards your new apartment in Itaewon.
The new Itaewon apartment is nice, with two bedrooms and one bathroom, you have ample space for all of your belongings. It feels a little empty that first week, and despite having had a tour prior to moving in, you are still not ready to use the facility's amenities fully. The tour showcased that the apartment had a computer lab, a pool, a game room, gym & sauna, and a small theatre room.
Scattered around between apartment buildings are a volleyball court, basketball court, and picnic area. You’re within walking distance to some of the more popular places to hang out for young adults your age, but have yet to go out and enjoy the nightlife.
Running down to your car, where you have left that last box after your encounter with Changkyun—files for a work project forgotten in the backseat—you spy the hot man who lives somewhere in your building. He’s walking back from the gym, shirt dark from sweat in spots as he carries a small gym bag on his shoulder. He’s staring at his phone; strands of his hair slick from perspiration block his eyes but the smile as he sees something on the screen gives you that funny feeling in your tummy. He’s absolutely gorgeous.
You pass him by, noting that his scent is still fresh despite the fact that he has to have just finished a vigorous workout, but due to the deadline on your report, you don’t have the time to linger in his fragrance that fills the narrow hall. You jog back into the building, and when you approach your door, you ascertain fate is on your side.
Apartment 613, directly across the hall from you, has the door propped open by a gym bag—one you recognize easily, since you had just seen it only a mere minute and a half ago. When a dark head of hair pops between the opening, bending at the waist to grasp the handle and pull the bag in, and you dart into your own apartment.
You feel like a blushing schoolgirl avoiding her crush, but his aura is intimidating to you. Maybe one day you’ll gather the courage to talk to him, but not just yet.
“What about, I don't know, making a change?”
Your best guy friend’s voice crackles through the phone line as you tidy up your living room. You hold your phone between your shoulder and your ear, keeping your hands free so that you are able to fluff the couch pillows and fold the throw blanket you fell asleep using on the couch.
“Okay Hoseok, what change do you suggest that I make? I already dropped 169 pounds of toxic ex. I feel like that’s pretty healthy.”
“Why not just go to the gym and use that to burn off all your pent up sexual frustration. You hurt Yoongi’s feelings the other night when you wouldn’t listen to his new track. You’re mean when you aren’t getting dick constantly.”
“Wow, thanks Hobi. Love you too.”
“See. Your sarcasm did not go unnoticed, hun. I’m just saying. Until you can get worked out… work out.”
“I know.” You let out a sigh, defeated. “I stopped going to the gym once I started dating Kyun, spending more time at home acting like a wife, when I knew he was too much of a player to ever settle down for real.” You glance to your front door, imagining 613 dripping with sweat. “I guess I could take your advice.”
“First time for everything.”
“Who the fuck decided going to the gym that their apartment complex provides at the same time, 7PM to 8PM every Monday, Wednesday, and Friday is a good idea?” you huff under your breath. It’s Friday night, and while most people your age are out on dates, cuddled up watching Netflix, or taking shots pregaming, you’re working up a sweat on the elliptical. The gym is normally empty at this time of night, nearing 8PM, and you aren’t feeling all that motivated. So why are you still there?
After moving into your new place, a couple weeks after leaving your longest relationship, you’re ready to be all about you. That’s why you decide to create a gym routine and stick to it, to reclaim your self-esteem your shitty ex had knocked down a peg or two. You didn’t realize how much of what he would say during fights started to become the voice in your head, until he was gone and unable to quiet the ache between your thighs and in your mind.
You’re ready to quit your gym regiment after the first week.
That is until your hot neighbor appears as you’re about to throw the towel in.
Hottie from apartment 613 walks in, black hair pushed away from his forehead but still extra floofy, a black tee and black joggers hanging loose off his lean frame. The fluorescent lights glint off the metal earrings dangling from each ear, and his eyebrow; you are enthralled. Each step he takes is fluid, his body moving gracefully across the black rubber gym flooring as he heads to the treadmill.
This isn’t the first time you have seen him in the gym. You saw him during the tour and when you were given your keys—you had come to see the setup of your mailbox area and test the mail key when you first had moved in, long hair in his face as he did pushups. You noticed his body first, despite the extremely baggy clothes he wore, and you could see his shape underneath as he moved. You then continued to explore the front lobby, computer lab, and gym areas, all so you could watch him as he continued to his arms, chest, and laughed with a friend in the gym.
If you’re honest, Apartment 613 is the reason you decide to take Hobi’s advice to go to the gym. Being located across the hall from him, in 614, you learn his gym schedule after overhearing the times his door would slam shut behind him as he hustles downstairs. You decide to time your trips 30 minutes before he’ll typically go, in hopes that you can run into him. Coincidentally, of course. Monday and Wednesday are failed attempts. He never shows up and you are left feeling dejected and sore. Friday is your last attempt, and you almost give up too, but then he appears.
You watch as he grabs weights off the rack behind you, working his arms, and you walk over to the nearby hooks with mats on them so you can sit and stretch. You’re done with your workout, and after stretching, you figure it’s a good time to hop into the hot tub to relax your muscles.
After completing a good full body stretch and watching Hottie from 613 move around the gym, who you notice has been slyly eyeing you up and down as well, you travel over to the hot tub, where you strip off the oversized T-shirt, leaving you in just your sports bra and spandex shorts. It’s now close to 10 PM, but luckily the gym is 24 hours, and the hot tub is located in a tucked away corner behind the sauna. Private enough for you to feel comfortable to be half naked for a quick dip.
“Mind if I join you?”
A honey sweet voice, perfect in it’s tenor pitch carries over your shoulder.
You turn, smiling softly at 613.
“Not at all. I’d love the company.”
He’s funny. So funny and super cute. He’s also super flirtatious, grazing soft touches to your arm and sweeping his fingers across your face to tuck your hair behind your ear. Currently, you watch as rivulets of the water run down his neck, following a vein you want to press your lips into and suck on as he tells you about his hobbies.
“What do you like to do—? Um, I actually don’t think we exchanged names yet.”
“Y/N. I live in building 6.”
“Jungkook, and me too! I’m 613.”
“I’m 614! We’re across the hall from each other.” You pretend to be shocked, knowing damn well that you have been privy to this information since you’ve moved in there.
“Wow, I’m surprised…” His eyes linger on your exposed cleavage. “I feel like I should’ve noticed you.”
“Really? What makes you say that?” you say boldly, moving across the hot tub towards him. The middle of the jacuzzi was actually pretty deep for your height, and standing up fully still has you under water from the armpit down.
You feel his hands on the backs of your thighs, pulling you closer to him between his legs where he sits, putting you both at about the same height.
“For one thing.. I definitely notice a nice ass. I don’t think I would’ve forgotten this one.” His hands glide up along your thighs, cupping your cheeks. Moving with the momentum, you allow yourself to climb up, straddling his lap without sitting down fully on him just yet. This puts you a little taller than him, allowing streams of water to flow from your breasts down along your tummy and back into the water.
He’s squeezing his fingers on your ass, feeling you up and you can sense when he rises with excitement from where your body straddles his. Feeling bolder than you ever have, you lean down and kiss him, and the movement causes you to rub your clothed core against the tip of his rising cock.
His lips are as soft as you thought they’d be, his pink pout moving skillfully with your own before his tongue asks for permission to taste you. Because you’re only wearing the spandex shorts, when his large hands pull you closer to him, his hardened shaft soon throbs against your pussy, feeling as if your spandex shorts are already off of your body.
Lowering yourself fully onto his lap, keeping your knees on either side of his hips, you stroke your core back and forth along his shaft, with your hands moving to wrap lightly around his neck. He places his hands on your hips guiding you back and forth along him. The friction of your bodies feels so good, despite the burn of your thighs after your workout. He slowly slips his thumbs into the top of your spandex, and begins to slide them down.
You let him.
You break your lips apart to catch your breath, because it’s already hot in the water, and every touch from him is making your body feel like it's aflame. You slide his boxer briefs down as he pulls your sports bra over your head, his shirt the last thing between you until you’re both naked in the hot tub.
Climbing back on top of him and using your hand, you grab his now fully firm cock and rub the throbbing head along your slit, parting your folds in order to use him to massage your clit. He moans softly into your mouth, a musical sound that gives you goosebumps. Bodies wet and temperatures high, you position him at your aching entrance and sit there with his dick head pulsing to go in, but you’re not allowing him entrance yet.
Jungkook moves his kisses lower down to your neck, suckling softly at your sweet spot behind your ear as his hands tug you impossibly closer.
“Teasing me after we’ve come this far, baby?” he whispers, his wet hair tickling your collarbone.
With his words goading you into movement, you give in, slowly lowering yourself while simultaneously rotating your hips. You engulf his dick with your walls and can feel yourself cream all over his fat cock as he spreads you open. It’s been a month—at least—since you last had sex with your ex, possibly longer, and Jungkook is just so much bigger…
You take a breath before continuing, slowly beginning to ride him up and down once you adjust to his size. You suck at his neck, enjoying the way the water helps you ride him. He bites your bottom lip and sucks it into his mouth before pulling away slowly, giving you a sultry look. The steam rises, hiding your naked bodies away from any potential peeping eyes.
You take in the view, the rising wisps of evaporating water framing his doe eyes and reddening skin. His lips are a magnet to your skin, and Jungkook doesn’t stop kissing along your jawline until he reaches your neck and he begins to suck, using his tongue to draw circles. It feels amazing. You keep riding him, enjoying the way he fills you up.
“Baby, can I go faster?”
His voice is low and whiny; you can tell he’s aching for more of you, as are you of him. You nod, biting your lip as your hooded eyes meet his own, and he pulls out of you with a sigh of relief for what’s to come. Turning you gently to face the edge of the hot tub, he has you lean your chest on the perimeter and guides your hand to the cool metal of the entry railing as he enters you from behind.
Arching your backside as high as you’re physically able, you lay flush to the ledge of the jacuzzi, spreading your legs apart farther where they kneel on the tiled bench to give him a better angle. He has one hand on the same metal railing of the whirlpool stairs and the other wrapped around your waist where his palm and fingers lay open and spread across your tummy, where he’s applying pressure in the hope that he can hit your G spot.
He’s successful.
You attempt to crawl away from the pleasure, climbing up further onto the ledge when your foot finally finds purchase on the slippery bench seating.
“You running from me?” Jungkook laughs, unable to stop the jovial sound from coming out of his swollen lips as he watches you try and escape the tantalizing way he fills you. You know you agreed he could go faster, but the fullness of his glide along your gripping walls has you wanting to backtrack. Who knew sex could feel like this—like you were about to reach nirvana, like once you come you won’t ever be the same.
“I don’t, see—ahhhhh… How this is a— ssss fuck! A laughing matter,” you cry out with trouble.
Your body tries again to run away. It doesn’t hurt; on the contrary the pleasure was too high, but he changes tactics to listen to your body. Lifting you almost effortlessly out of the water so your torso is fully onto the surrounding surface, he showcases his raw strength as he carries out this task while simultaneously plunging his dick deeper into you as he takes your original position of kneeling on the tiled seat in the hot tub, giving him the perfect angle to continue to fuck you.
“Ahhh, Jungk-kook, I’m… fu—!” He pulls out of you again, despite the tug of your walls to keep him inside and turns you on your back to face him. Bringing one of your legs up, he rests it on his chest as he begins slowly pumping into you.
“I knew you’d be flexible, Y/N.” Jungkook moans as he positions both of his hands on either side of you. You lift up the leg that’s still down, and he places it into the crook of his arm.
“Go as deep as you can,” you pant, “and stay in. I want to feel you.”
Pulling you back into the water, Jungkook carries your now weightless body to the deeper part of the hot tub, holding you in place. You’re practically folded like a pretzel; both of your legs are hooked at the knee in the bend of his arms and his cock remains nestled deep inside of your cunt, walls pulsing around him as your muscles try to fight his thick penetration.
“You take me so well, damn baby.” Jungkook praises you and he’s rewarded with a tightening grip that tells him you’re more than enjoying the moment with him. He’s definitely enjoying the moment as he’s buried within you.
You place your head into the crook of his neck, and claw his back in an attempt to pull him closer. You’re moaning loudly by this point, so you bite his neck to keep from yelling. Jungkook backs you up into the wall of the hot tub and begins to pump faster, and you can feel yourself build towards climax again. The water’s penetrating against your back from the jets, and Jungkook’s penetrating your front.
“Ah, fuck… Jungkook—don’t stop, uh-huh… Kookie, deeper… right there!” you yell as he finally hits his last few deep & hard strokes, before finally emptying himself out into you. Your walls quiver around him, sucking out every last drop that he pumps into you.
You’re breathing hard, and Jungkook sits on the ledge seat in the water with his head back and his eyes shut. You float over to where he is and he grabs you so that you’re straddling him, though this time you rest your head on his firm chest.“Damn, that was a fucking workout.”You laugh into his strong chest.
“It was worth the pain I’ll feel tomorrow.”
He looks down at you, his chest feeling light as he takes in your messy bun, cute smile, and the way your eyes are shut as you relax against him.
“How about I give you a full body massage back at my place to make up for having you work out for me a second time tonight?”
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my cinderella prince
Pairing: Mark Tuan x Reader
Genre: Angst and Fluff | Friends to Lovers AU
Summary: You’ve been waiting for a text message but you got different message this time.
Warning: Alcohol consumption. Also not proofread.
A/N: This is the result of binge reading all of Mark Tuan’s fan fictions. This is also my first GOT7 fanfiction. I know I did an incorrect quotes before for GOT7. :) Anyway, this is lowkey based on real life and I wrote this for closure because I had enough of the waiting game. I’m letting people go so new ones can come in in my life. Feel free to send me a message or ask. Thank you for reading!
10... 9... 8...
Everyone around you is shouting the countdown and already popping the bottle of champagne. Different colors and shapes of fireworks light up the night sky, making everyone more excited and at awe.
7... 6... 5...
Four seconds before the clock strikes 12, and the beginning of the new year. You look at your phone and scroll the notifications. You are met with notifications from Instagram from the pictures you are tagged in and a few last minute greetings from your family and friends. Deciding to answer the greetings later you press the power button of your phone. Getting the open bottle of red wine and pouring yourself a drink. Finally smiling, relieved that the year is ending. Quietly joining the countdown.
3... 2... 1...
People clinking their glasses and you simply raises yours, smiling warmly to everyone. You sip from your glass and started greeting everyone a happy new year. Though New Year’s Eve is something you always celebrated, you sometimes still get overwhelm with how noisy it can be.
After drinking everything on your glass, you put it down on the table and started your little quest of finding a quiet place in this party. You followed a couple heading upstairs, head shaking at how the holidays spread love and happiness in the air and somehow forgot someone like you. You found an open empty balcony, a perfect place to clearly see the fireworks.
You felt your phone vibrates on your pocket, instinctively getting it. You open your phone, a smile on your face, kinda expecting a message from a particular person, only for your smile to turn into frown when it is another notification from Instagram.
Disappointment should be the last emotion you should feel tonight. Yet somehow, you cannot stop yourself from feeling it, mostly for the fact that he didn’t missed a single greeting for the last 10 years. Sighing deeply, trying to shake off the sadness bubbling in your chest.
Looking up, the fireworks are still decorating the sky. In some way, being alone makes you feel less lonely. Downstairs everyone has someone to put their arms around and kiss when the clock strikes 12. Here, in a balcony, watching the night sky alone, actually makes you feel good. Promising yourself that this year you will celebrate your birthday and new year on a beach, somewhere where it is okay to be alone and not look at with pity because you don’t have someone beside you.
Perhaps its the alcohol taking over your system, the one responsible for your thoughts. Who told you its a good thing to pre game before coming to a New Year’s Eve party, where you’ll surely drink just before your limit? Slowly breathing in the polluted air of the city, hoping it will help you sober up a little.
You left the balcony in search for a bottle of water, you cannot let yourself get too drunk. When you found a glass of clear liquid, you drank it immediately without much thinking it will be an alcohol in which it is. You take a sharp breath, feeling the burn in your throat. Feeling light headed you immediately went back to your own little space for a fresh air.
And possibly it is really the alcohol taking over your system when you saw a familiar face in the balcony. Mark Tuan.
You stumbled forward, not believing that the man you waited a text message from for a whole night is in front of you. Steadying yourself, you take a careful steps this time, towards Mark. Where you think you looked like shit, he is casually leaning against the balcony rail, looking handsome and cool. You think, he didn’t remember you at all at how he just stare at you or maybe its because he knows you and cannot believe that you are drunk already.
Ten years is a long time to change. And high school for you is the worst era of your life so it should not be a surprised that you will be different from what he knew back then and the same goes for him.
After a long time, you finally reached the balcony, grabbing the rail for support. You can see clearly now his face and from the way he smiles at you, you know he knows you. You returned his smile with a grin, “Tuan,” greeting him like before. “Y/L/N,” he replied, smiling widely this time.
You forced yourself to look at the fireworks and stop the urge to keep staring at Mark, breathing in the air to sober you up. With the faint noise of people chattering in the background, he said to you softly, “Happy New Year.” Blissfully, or in reality half yelling, you greeted him back “Happy New Year!”, looking at him in the eyes.
It is silly to be disappointed at him for not greeting you on your birthday when you are barely friends even back in high school. Besides he just message you every December 31 and after that like a silent agreement between you two, no one will dare to start a conversation for a whole year unless its December 31 again.
Once in a while, Mark crosses your mind and in some way you always felt a connection between you two. You maybe treat each other as a friend or less than that but you always knew the relationship is special because what kind of friends only texted each other once in a year.
It is funny to back read your conversation, it is only every December 31. The thought that you never greeted him in his birthday made you feel guilty. In addition to that guilt, you felt disappointed at him because he didn’t greet you yesterday when you never greeted him. Losing the smile on your face, you simply look up again at the sky.
It is not a baseless assumption but an educated intuition, you like to word it like that, that maybe Mark really did have feelings for you. You are not a kind of person to believe in rumors especially if it is not from him directly. But all of your friends before always teases you to Mark. Whenever that happened, he just say sorry to you and you’ll dismiss it like a joke because of how embarrassed he looks like. Not wanting to be awkward with each other because of the teasing. So even though everyone says Mark likes you, you go ahead and found yourself a boyfriend. The teasing stopped and Mark also stayed away from you. That’s why him greeting you after high school surprised you because he knows and he apparently still treats you as a friend.
Definitely, you still like to avoid awkwardness so when the silence filled the room, you decided you should already go home. Even though 10 years is a long time to gather enough stories to entertain each other. Letting go of the balcony rail, leaning against it instead. Mark also lets go of the rail, this time turning his body to you.
You chuckle at how awkward you both are, no one is expecting to see each other. “I’ll get going,” you said to him, standing up straight now. You don't want to seem drunk to Mark so you tried your best to walk straightly not until he stop you by grabbing your arm. Pulling you towards him, making you dizzy, stumbling upon him. “Wait,” he said while balancing you in his arms, “I have something to say,” that made you even more dizzy.
Putting your hands against his chest for support, you tried to stand up alone. When you did, you remove your hands from his body, “Go ahead,” you replied to him.
“Happy birthday,” the greeting you are waiting for. Heart beating wildly against you chest, you smile at him, genuinely happy that he didn’t forget, “Thank you.”
After this night, you’ll never see him again. You are sure. No need for your heart to beat fast for him, because like before, there will be no words spoken and the hearts will still remain clueless. And you can’t play this game anymore, not when you feel emotions you didn’t felt before for him like disappointment and guilt. Because he’s just a friend who always remember your birthday, nothing more, nothing less. You will not ask for more from the universe, you started walking away. You are maybe, once again, taking Mark for granted. Actually you’ll never know because he never said anything, leaving you in the middle.
What Mark did when he saw you leaving again after giving him that breathtaking smile was to pull you back... again. You found yourself in his arms, clinging to him. You are taken aback with Mark’s actions. You looked at him, confused, “Do you anything else to say?”, tired of this push and pull between you and Mark.
“Yes, and I hope I am not too late,” he said nervously, still holding your arms. You chuckle at him, “Mark, you already greeted me a happy birthday,” tilting your head to look at his eyes which is avoiding yours. “You also greeted me already a happy new year,” you reminded him.
“No, it’s not about that,” this time he took a deep breath. “It took me years to finally have the courage and maybe a glass of wine to tell you this,” he stopped, holding your hands in his, “I like you since high school,” he confessed and that left you speechless. “I want to talk to you everyday but I don’t have an excuse except when its your birthday,” Mark continued. “It���s okay if you don-,” that’s when you decided to cut him off with a kiss that surprised him initially but he returned with the same eagerness.
“Finally, I’ve been waiting for this,” smiling, you whispered against his lips. Mark also smiles, biting his lower lip when he heard you say those words. Now you know why Mark just messages you once in a year.
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MLQC Season 2 Chapter 5 (Kiro) Part 3 [Game Initiation] & [Props and Points] Translation [CN]
***SPOILERS*** THIS POST CONTAINS HEAVY SPOILERS FOR CONTENT NOT YET RELEASED ON EN SERVER!!! READ AT YOUR OWN RISK!!!***
For the previous translations of Chapter 5: Part 1, Part 2
[Game Initiation]
When I woke up, it was already light out and Kiro wasn’t beside me.
During my rest, the metal collar sent out messages about players that have been out of the game from time to time.
I gently removed the leaves and found that Kiro was leaning on a tree trunk next to the hole, tapping away on the microcomputer.
Kiro: You’re awake!
MC: Sorry, I seem to have slept for a long time…
KIro: It's all right, you needed the rest after yesterday’s ordeal.
The sun slowly sunk. I called out the game map and found that the red dots on the screen were fewer than before, and the highest score in the ranking was nearly 100 points.
The red dot closest to us was moving to the southeast, as if not intending to get any closer to where Kiro and I were.
At this time, Kiro handed me a contact lens case. After I opened it, I found a pair of contact lenses inside.
Kiro: Put them in.
Although a little confused, I still followed his instructions and put on the contact lenses.
Kiro: Kilo, display location.
As Kiro’s voice fell, I instantly saw the same map screen as before, but it only seemed to appear in front of my eyes.
The difference is that in addition to the red dots, there are two pixelated bear heads on the map. One bear had a small golden flower on its head.
Kiro: I just analyzed the GPS system inside the metal collar and matched it.
While talking, he pointed to his eyes.
Kiro: Your lenses are matched with the ones I am wearing now. One of the bears is you and the other is me.
Kiro: Aren’t they cute?
MC: Yeah! But if the little bear wearing the little flower was you, I think it would be even cuter.
Kiro: I don’t have to be so cute!
Kiro simply rejected me and continued to explain the instructions to me.
Kiro: Kilo, show the connection.
Responding to his command, the two bears on the screen shook their heads, connecting a red line between them.
Kiro: Also, you can check the distance between us at any time.
Kiro: Kilo, display satellite signal, zoom in.
I saw the map in front of me being enlarged, showing a huge forest which looked familiar.
There are visible bushes all around and I can actually see a young man running in the distance.
Kiro: You can open it at any time in case you need it in the future!
Kiro: Kilo, close map.
MC: Amazing!
MC: But this forest looks familiar to me…
Kiro: Because this is the forest on the outskirts of Loveland City.
I looked around and felt a shiver go down my back.
Who would have thought that this game was so close to the city and all this was deeply hidden in the shadows?
MC: What exactly is this game?
Kiro glanced at me, hesitating for a moment, then turned on the microcomputer in his hand and motioned for me to come nearer.
Kiro: This game started three years ago. I heard that it was only a small-scale game, but little by little it gradually expanded. The organizer is unknown.
Kiro: There are two ways to participate in the game.
Kiro: One party is a player and points are earned by participating in the game.
Kiro: The top three can choose whether to advance to the next level of games to get more points in exchange for huge rewards. ***Sounds like the Box Office in the MLQC game XD***
Kiro: The game is divided into “zone” and “level”. Games of the same level will be played simultaneously in all corners of the world.
Kiro’s fingers tapped on the keyboard lightly and a world map was displayed in front of us on the screen and dense red dots were pinned on the map.
MC: Are all of these game locations…?
Kiro: This is just a suspicious point found based on the signal. In order to hide the existence of the game, the main messenger of the game often changes the IP address of the server.
Kiro: But the only thing that can be confirmed is that this game has a very wide range of influence and every continent has its own game zone.
I suddenly remembered the words introduced by the electronic voice when I first arrived in the forest.
MC: So we are now the first level in the ninth district…which means there is an eighth and seventh district…..even a tenth one?
Kiro: Mm-hm.
Kiro: The first level of the eighth zone started 5 days ago.
He quickly tapped the keyboard and rows of numbers flew across the screen.
Kiro: It ended about 4 hours ago.
I sucked in a cold breath.
All of this is like a thick, hidden black mist, lurking in a silent corner, quietly using people’s desires as bait.
Kiro: But this is only in Asia.
Kiro: If my guess is correct, right now in the United States, Africa, and Oceania…there should also be a first-level game in the ninth district going on at the same time.
According to Kiro’s prediction, I slightly raised my head and thought about it carefully.
MC: So in simple terms….
MC: The same can be said for the first-level game, the eight-zone level and the nine-zone level in which they may be played sequentially according to the date.
MC: Then, games of the same level in the same area on different continents will be played at the same time?
Kiro: Bingo! You got it.
MC: Can those players who have not been promoted still leave here?
Kiro: Yes, but…
Kiro: You need to be able to get out of here alive.
His tone was faint, but my fingers slowly went numb.
Kiro: In this game, the only way to earn points is to attack others.
Kiro: According to the degree and result of the attack, the system will make a judgment and give the corresponding points.
MC: If you…kill someone, the score will be the highest…right?
Kiro looked at me with some uneasiness and hesitation on his face.
Kiro: MC, even if you don’t know this, it also doesn’t matter.
Kiro: I will protect you so that you can leave here safely.
Kiro’s soft words are like a feather and his beautiful eyebrows were also slightly creased.
I took a deep breath.
MC: No.
MC: I want to know.
He looked at me seriously, as if he was still unsure whether to continue speaking.
MC: And it’s not “I”, but “we”. We are leaving here together safely.
Kiro looked at me, but then chuckled. He didn’t respond to what I just said but lowered his head and tapped on the keyboard.
Kiro: You guessed correctly. If you kill someone, you get the highest score.
Kiro: In order to get a higher score, the participates of the game will naturally choose to directly kill each other.
Kiro: And the messenger has a way to keep such killings undetected.
MC: ….Why would this person do such a thing?
Kiro: This involves the second way of participating in this game: betting.
MC: Could it be…
Kiro: All game participants will be photographed by a camera hidden in the metal collar, and then displayed on the screen for different people to watch and place bets.
Kiro: After the punter obtains the authority through a special method, he can watch the game on the monitor and bet on the participants. If the bet is successful, he can win money.
Kiro: It’s the same as betting on horses.
I inhaled sharply, and suddenly thought of something.
MC: Is this game specifically designed for Evolvers?
Kiro: Mm. At the very beginning, it was just a game for the existence of Evolvers.
Kiro: Probably many people want to see this kind of supernatural beings kill each other like watching a movie.
Kiro’s tone gradually calmed down, and the light from the screen was very solemn in his eyes.
Kiro: For Evolvers, there are still many people who do not acknowledge their existence and the huge rewards of this game are undoubtedly a huge attraction.
Kiro: Later, in order to increase the enjoyment of the game, a few ordinary people with superb physical abilities, were added to the game.
Kiro: In most cases, an Evolver has a greater chance of winning, but I heard….that the hunter with the highest score in this game is an ordinary person.
MC: How did you find out about all this?
Kiro: Well, I also saw a player who survived.
Kiro: His experience was also added to my survey results.
Kiro: But he quickly disappeared.
His brows were tightly knitted into a knot, and his eyes were full of guilt.
Kiro: Because this game has a rule that even after leaving, you are not allowed to disclose any information about the game.
MC: Then, he…
Kiro: The other party is sent to KEY through encrypted mail, and the transmission path and address were destroyed instantly at the same time the mail was sent.
Kiro: In the email, he wrote the online address of the game and the server address that he queried, and he also attached the server change rule he tested.
Kiro: Although there is some deviation from the correct result, it is precisely because of his calculation that I could find the real server address faster.
Kiro: But the next day, he vanished.
He lowered his head, like a self-blaming child. Kiro probably has been continuously blaming himself for this incident.
MC: He knew what the result would be, but he still sent you that email.
MC: I think he must believe that KEY can help more people to end this sinful game.
MC: He believes in you, and so do I.
Kiro touched his hair and smiled helplessly.
Kiro: Damn, I want to be more handsome in front of you, but I didn’t expect you to see me so useless.
MC: No, you are still the most handsome superhero!
He showed that bright smile again. Lu Kang’s memory suddenly flashed across my mind, which seemed to be similar to what Kiro said just now.
So I briefly described the scenes about the youth I saw before to Kiro.
Kiro: It’s not just this young man.
He tapped the Enter key softly, and the faces of six people immediately appeared on the screen.
Kiro: These are the six victims in the Evolver assassination.
Kiro: In fact, the second one was also a game player. He talked about the game in the post bar and disappeared in the afternoon.
MC: Is it possible that the so-called Evolver assassination is somehow related to this hunter game?
Kiro shook his head.
Kiro: The remaining dead have nothing to do with this game, so these two things exist simultaneously.
Kiro: Although they have different goals, both sides seemed to want to dilute themselves to the other side.
MC: How did you find so many…
Kiro: As long as electronic information is used, it will definitely leave traces in the world.
Kiro: I only happened to find out just now.
He turned off the computer screen and there seemed to be a progress bar on the side of the screen flashing by showing 35%.
MC: Then what did you do…
I wanted to ask what method Kiro used to break in and why he was investigating the hunter game when the metal collar around my neck suddenly vibrated.
The chilling mechanical interface was cast in front of us. The difference is that several green dots have been added to the map, and one happened to be near us.
Electronic voice: Ding dong.
Electronic voice: Now is the time for the supply of items for a limited time. Please obtain them according to the map if you need them. Don’t miss it.
[Props and Points]
Supply of limited-time items? What is that?
I looked at Kiro. He also seemed puzzled, but we looked at each other and decided to head towards the nearest green dot first.
It was a relatively spacious clearing in the forest, and there seemed to be a medicine box on a slab of rock in the center.
Kiro and I stayed to the side for now. Because of the virtual positioning set by Kiro, our location will not be discovered for the time being.
Soon a figure appeared in the clearing. He looked like a young man in his 20s with dark red blood stains on his clothes.
??: Open….
*popping sound*
He didn’t finish speaking. A bubble gum-like object floated to his ear at some point and immediately exploded!
The young man fell to the ground in pain, his ears bleeding, and another man emerged in the clearing while blowing bubble gum.
There were more and more bubbles. Kiro suddenly pounced on my body and held my head, covering my ears and the metal collar on my neck all at once.
*more popping sounds*
Nevertheless, the young man’s endless and painful wailing and explosions still pierced my head.
The world returned to silence after a few minutes.
Electronic voice: Hunter No. 19 attacked effectively, earned 30 points.
From the clearing, a cold electronic sound came from the man’s metal collar.
Kiro’s somber expression was reflected in my eyes. Someone died so tragically in front of us, but we were helpless.
The man blowing bubble gum didn’t seem to feel this. He even whistled happily and stepped forward to open the medicine cabinet.
He picked up a syringe and inserted it into the vein of his arm without hesitation.
Upon closer inspection, I discovered that the man’s arm was already covered with traces of injections.
He bent over slightly. His hands were shaking incessantly, and his nose kept pouring out blood. But he didn’t seem to mind and swiped the blood with the back of his hand.
Ferocious and chilling.
A tree rustled, and the man keenly glanced forward diagonally, revealing his blood-stained teeth. He smoothly spit out a bubble which seemed to be several times larger than before.
MC: His Evol has been enhanced….
The bubble floated leisurely in the direction where the sound came from and a huge explosion was heard the moment it touched the tree trunk!
Man: Huh, an illusion.
He smacked his lips, took a few steps, holding the metal collar with his hand.
Man: Display map.
The man continued to chew bubble gum and his eyes were full of bloodthirsty light. I didn’t know what button he had pushed, but then a call status appeared on the interface.
Man: I got the supplies. This thing can be increased by half an hour which is too useless.
The person on the other end of the call gave a little laugh.
??: I also got it. Indeed, it was a good idea to form an alliance. This game is not that difficult.
??: I heard that there has been a new improvement recently and it can last up to forty minutes.
Man: Forget it. I’ll try it out, see you later.
He turned off the screen, and started walking farther and farther away.
At the moment he left, Kiro lowered the brim of his hat and rushed to the side of the fallen young man.
As he approached him, he covered the metal collar on the young man’s neck with his clothes.
He silently watched the young man take his last breath, and then kindly covered the young man’s horrified eyes.
Electronic voice: Hunter No. 12 has died and his points were cleared.
Electronic voice: Out.
My metal collar said these cold words mercilessly.
Kiro’s body was trembling from anger and he clenched his fists and slammed his fist heavily onto the ground.
I walked forward quietly and lightly dropped my hand on his head. He raised his head and looked at me dejectedly.
Kiro: “I must put an end to the game.”
As soon as his spoke the words, I understood immediately, and nodded fiercely.
I looked in the direction where the man just left, and then at the thick tree trunk that was blown up by the huge bubble.
The syringe inside the medicine box instantly increased the Evolver’s ability. According to the content of the call, the increase time was only half an hour.
I picked up the needle that had just been randomly discarded and found that it was the same packaging as the “Small Syringes.”
….But the effect is obviously different.
Goosebumps stood up on my skin.
The medicine in the test tube is at least ten times or even a hundred times….it’s not an exaggeration to say that it’s an enhanced version, and it really improves capabilities….
Could it be said that the “small syringes” circulating around the black market is actually just a cover, and its biggest role to play is in the game?!
The other player on the call said that it has recently been improved…
MC: The potions in this game….are constantly being tested.
Perhaps what’s going around in the black market is only a large number of defective products after testing and the main messenger behind the scenes has proved that it does contain a special “existence” through medicine.
Next, he can find the special variable through countless experiments and investigations to find the answer--
The manipulator behind this game is also looking for CORE.
All prizes are bait, enticing those Evolvers and powerful ordinary people to become natural guinea pigs.
Kiro: Miss Chips…
Kiro: MC!
MC: !!
Kiro’s face suddenly appeared in front of me and I was relieved. He took my hand.
Kiro: Let’s leave here first.
As if deliberately against us, the metal collar vibrated again, but this time I saw my face appear on the screen.
Electronic voice: Ding dong.
Electronic voice: Now is the time for special missions.
Electronic voice: This time, Hunter No. 29 has been selected. All players who execute an effective attack on this player can get ten times the points.
His voice is sharp and cruel and my photo at the top of the screen is especially clear.
Electronic voice: The time limit is 30 minutes, please don’t miss it.
-End of Part 3-
Continue to Part 4
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Omoi yo Hitotsu ni Nare
Feelings, become One
Part 1 of 2
Writer's block is being rough on me, so the only thing I was able to create lately was a short story of my MC Clover and Leviathan. It shows their adorable friendship as they experience an idol live show together.
Enjoy 🧡
One evening, the demon of Envy, Leviathan, made his way to the human exchange students' room. The human girl Clover had borrowed a manga from him, but it happened that Levi needed that exact book right now.
As he was strolling through the hallways, finally he reached the door, so he knocked like a polite creature before coming in.
"Hey" Levi called out into the room. "I need that Ruri-chan manga back for a sec. Some idiot Normie posted stupid fake information on the fanclub's Devcord server and is not believing me when I tell him he's wrong, so I need screenshots to prove what a fake fan he is lolol."
As he had been more eyeing his D.D.D. than paying attention to his surroundings, he only noticed at the end of his comment that a pair of unpleasantly surprised eyes were staring back at him. Levi raised his eyebrows, puzzled, looking back at Clover sitting on her bed, only being illuminated by the small lamp on her bedside table.
Just so making out her reddened eyes, paired with how she was hugging her legs, the demon immediately understood that she was crying.
"C... Clover?"
"A-ah, Levia-tan..." she mumbled, quick to put away the used tissue in her hand. Sniffling shortly, she sprung up in the next moment, walking over to her desk. "I didn't get to read this chapter yet, so I'd like to have it back after you've shown that peasant what a real Ruri stan looks like..."
Handing him the manga, Clover put on a very unconvincing smile.
Unsure how to react, Levi took the book but kept giving her a worried look. "Are you... okay?"
The girl only gave a nod.
"B-because you look, uhm..." Levi could have punched himself for being so bad at social interactions. "Were you crying just now?"
A flash of panic crossed Clover's face, but in the end, she assured him she was fine.
"It's embarrassing but I was, uh, crying over a stupid video. So nothin' to worry about, really!"
Holding the door open, she kind of gestured for him to make his leave, so Levi stepped out into the corridor again.
"Now go get that loser's ass", she cheered, but as she closed the door, Levi caught a tiny glimpse of the frown that was forming on her face.
The demon had planned to go back into his room, yet somehow he found himself in the kitchen instead. Turning his head to the fridge, he spotted Beelzebub head-deep in the ingredients for tomorrow's lunch.
Levi's younger brother noticed his presence when Levi let out a troubled sigh.
"Huh? Levi?" Beel shot him a glance. "Are you hungry, too?"
"Like there would even be anything left for me to eat!" Levi hissed, mustering how Beel's cheek were filled to the brim like those of a hamster. "No, I..." He let out another sigh. "Did something happen to Clover? She seemed really down just now and behaved all weird."
In an instant, Beel stopped his scavenging and closed the fridge to turn towards his brother.
"So you think so, too..." Beel said. "I noticed it when we returned home from RAD today, so I wanted to cook something to cheer her up."
Levi let out a huff. "Doesn't look like you had success in doing that..."
However putting his sarcasm aside, he asked whether Beel knew any reason for Clover's sadness.
"I think she had some stressful days" Beel explained, scratching his head as he actually began to prepare said food. "She had a lot of projects to hand in for her additional courses lately. And it seems the grades she got weren't quite what she expected. Or what she deserved for the amount of work she put in, honestly."
Nodding to himself, Levi indeed remembered that the human girl had been working until late recently. He crossed his arms. "But their grades aren't really that important to the exchange students, right? There's no need to cry over that."
For a while, they remained silent, listening to the veggies sizzling in the frying pan.
Then, Beel spoke up again.
"You know how she is" he said. "She was very passionate about it, and now beats herself up for not doing well enough."
Frowning, Levi narrowed his gaze. "But then why didn't she tell me about it? I thought we were friends..."
Beel had returned to the fridge, originally to grab the next ingredients, but ended up stuffing half of that into his own mouth.
"I thought you of all would understand her reasoning the best" he grumbled into the fridge.
"Huh? What do you mean?"
So Beelzebub shot him another look.
"Aren't you afraid of people thinking low of you, too?"
That evening, Beelzebub continued to take care of the human girl. He had managed to cook her a delicious meal and stayed with her to watch some movies.
Levi was amazed to see how easily his brother had managed to lift her spirits. Overall, it had surprised him to hear how well Beel knew about her feelings in the first place.
But what troubled Levi the most were Beel's last words before he had knocked on Clover's door:
"She'll probably stay this sad for longer. It would be great if you could help, too."
The next day, the avatar of Envy didn't feel like gaming at all. He forced himself to do his daily log-ins to his thirty-ish online games, but his mind kept wandering off to the happenings of the last evening.
Why would anyone think low of Clover because of school grades? Why would she be that sad, even if she put a lot of work into it?
She was his confidant. His friend. That alone meant she had to be a person worthy of one's time.
So... Why would someone like her ever worry about not being good enough?
Lying in his bed/bathtub/really-unsuited-sleeping-spot, Levi bit his lip.
He understood what Beel had meant now. The more he tried to understand Clover, the more he spiralled into self-loathing, toxic thoughts that he knew all too well himself.
And just the thought that Clover might be pained by this nonsense made him so angry that he couldn't focus on anything else than searching for a way to cheer her up.
Grumbling and brainstorming, his messy thoughts suddenly saw a spark of hope when he read a notification on his D.D.D.:
'Aqours 4th LoveLive! ~ Sailing to the Sunshine ~ -- Tickets for sale NOW!!'
Eyes wide, he had this hesitation of "that's too good to be true" when his thumb lowered to press the "see more" button.
But the second after, his otaku mode activated. Baving opened his five favourite websites for booking concert tickets in an instant, Levi was determined to get two tickets for this live show...
Naturally, the period of buying tickets and the actual concert were painfully far apart.
At first, Leviathan wanted to keep it a secret that he had obtained two premium seats for the Aqours concert.
However, Clover's state seemed to worsen as time went by. New things kept piling on her head, and one disappointment set the requirements for her to fail whatever she aimed to do next. It might not seem that bad to others, but as someone who is struggling with his self-worth himself, Levi could guess that Clover's mindset had to be suffering more and more.
So one day, he decided to tell her about the tickets.
Spam-calling her until she would angrily stomp into his room, Levi was waiting for her, the tickets ready in his hands.
"Levia-tan, I'm BEGGING you, if I tell you 'I'll be there in a minute', please don't call me another fifteen times to make sure I wasn't ly-"
She went silent the second her eyes landed on the tickets.
The demon couldn't hide a cheeky grin.
"You were supposed to hurry, Normie" he mocked. "Feeling your concert tickets the second they're out of the printer is a NECESSITY!"
Clover wouldn't respond.
In all honesty, she COULDN'T respond.
Every time she opened her mouth, she was too baffled to press out a single tone.
"Here, this is yours" Levi said as he handed her one ticket. "It's still long until the day of the live show, so make sure to keep this somewhere safe! Ah, you know, actually... If you store the ticket in your room, Mammon might find it and sell it, so it might be for the best if I keep your ticket here with mine... C-Clover?!"
The girl had taken hold of the ticket, staring at it while Levi was rambling. But she had puzzled him when suddenly, tears were dropping on the piece of paper.
"I-is... Is this for real...?" Clover asked with an incredibly thin voice.
"W-wah..." Levi panicked, softly tugging the ticket out of her shaking hands. "It's all wet now... But I guess I can just print it out a second time..."
"Am I... really... going to... Japan...? To... a live show of... of A-aqours...?" Clover asked with a trembling lip.
"You bet!" Levi cheered. "I've been trying to get these tickets for HOURS! It was really tough, but you should never underestimate my Otaku skills!"
"I've... I've always dreamed of... experiencing a live show in person..." Clover continued to mumble. "And now you're being... So kind... What did I do to deserve this..."
Grabbing his phone, Levi tapped on his messenger app to show her something else.
Confused, Clover was looking at Levi's chatroom with Solomon. In his own excitement, Levi had to tell it before Clover could finish reading.
"And don't worry about the language issues. You'll be able to understand it all!" He babbled. "Solomon will do his best to mix you a potion to help with that! See it as subtitles, but send directly into your brain lolol."
The demon grinned from ear to ear,
and, well, expected that the human would do the same...
Or at least, he really didn't expect for her to suddenly burst into loud sobbing, pressing her hands against her face as she couldn't stop crying.
"O-oh..." All colour left Levi's face at once. "Are... Uhm... Are you not happy?"
Looking back and forth between her, the tickets and his phone, he was frantically trying to figure out the reason for her outburst.
His heart broke into pieces as his own toxic mind gave him an answer.
"Oh..." Levi pressed out. "I didn't ask you if you even want to go there if it's with me..." Now he felt really stupid. In all his preparation and anticipation, he forgot what a yucky creature he was. "Uh... I guess... I mean I can understand if you don't want to, it must be really embarrassing to go outside with someone like me, so, y-you can... take someone else along i-if that will make you stop crying... I was looking forward to it, but making you smile again was my utmost priority, so I would... You can... go with, like, Beel or som-"
"L-levia-tan?" Clover suddenly pressed out, not looking up though.
"Y-yes? Are you mad at m-"
"Can I hug you?"
"... Eh?"
"P-please...!" Clover's head shot upwards as she met him with a pleading, crying face. "I d-don't know how to respond to this... this wonderful gesture... I'm..." Not able to hold herself, she engulfed Levi in an embrace.
"I'm so happy..." Clover sobbed into his shoulder. "Thank you so much... Levi..."
Now Levi was the one at loss for words. With cheeks painted a bright pink, he awkwardly wrapped his arms around her body.
"S-so... You're okay with going with... with me?"
"Of course! I'm flattered that you'd even thought of inviting me..." The girl pressed out, slowly letting go of him.
And finally, a grin was spreading on her face again."Please teach me everything I need to know about lives, Levia-sensei!"
The sight was so contagious that Levi was smiling himself.
"Yes! Leave it to me!!"
For the following weeks, the two of them spent huge parts of their free time preparing for the live show.
Leviathan taught Clover all there is to know about using glowsticks: from the shaking technique that destroys your arms and wrists the least, to ultra orange glowstick usage and cycloning. They listened to Aqours' songs so much that at some point Clover remembered all their lyrics perfectly despite not even speaking the language. Additionally, they looked into older live shows to learn where the crowd would engage in which kind of chanting.
"Waah, no, I can't that part of the first live show... I'll cry, Levia-tan...!" Clover had whined.
"Ah, do you mean the performance of 'Omoi yo Hitotsu ni Nare'? Where Rikyako messed up her piano play?"
"Yes... It was so brave that she learned playing piano from scratch just for that song... But then the poor girl was so stressed, messed up and started sobbing... That part just kills me, especially when the rest who were performing the dance came to comfort her... Ugh I love them all so muuuuch..."
The house of Lamentation was glad to see the human girl had regained her joyful energy. Even if, after a few weeks, their patience was being put under the test...
To give a short input:
When greeting the audience at the beginning of the live show, each idol introduces themselves and engages in a unique call and response with the crowd to get everyone pumped.
And so one day, Levi went to Clover saying this:
"We also need to practice our responses to their character introductions! From this day onwards, I will randomly initiate one of the girls' calls, and you have to respond correctly!"
So... Yeah. The other inhabitants of the house didn't quite understand what any of those "Ganbarubyyyy"s or sudden "BUU BUU DESU-WA"s meant, but eventually, even they remembered some of the call & responses.
... Just that not everyone was so amused by the whole ordeal as Leviathan seemed to be.
Not when Clover was preparing breakfast with Satan in a great hurry (because SOMEONE ate what they had prepared earlier...).
You can imagine that, when already stressed out, Satan wasn't really happy over his older brother dashing into the room, shouting a random "KAN KAN" from the top of his lungs.
"Mikan!" Clover had correctly responded, however quiet as she was fully aware of Satan's anger level.
However, as this particular call & response repeated three times, Levi continued to animate the human girl, going once again even louder: "KAN KAN!"
"M-mikan..."
"Come on, I can't hear you... KAAAAN, KAAA-"
He couldn't finish his chanting as Satan had thrown a devil-blood orange right into his face with such force that it pulled Levi off his feet.
"HERE, HAVE YOUR FUCKING MIKAN AND LEAVE!!"
[Mikans are small, japanese oranges (´ ∀ ` *)]
Finally, the day of the concert had come.
Asmodeus had made it his mission to plan Clover's outfit so she'd be as "dazzling as the girls on stage". Levi had been prompting her to go with comfortable, practical clothes instead, so they had to find a middle where neither of them would complain.
Once all done, some of the brothers came to muster the soon leaving duo.
"Hm... Are you sure you don't want to put on any make up, darling?" Asmo asked Clover after doing his final check.
"Absolutely. I will be in tears the second Aqours' enters the stage, so there's no point in that."
Standing in the doorframe, the avatar of Greed gave a huff.
"Isn't that skirt a bit too short? And that whole outfit... No, you can't go out like this."
"Huh?" Clover turned to him in confusion. "Why not?"
"It's way too eye-catching!" He grumbled. "What if some filthy human makes a move on you?"
The girl gave a slight chuckle. "I go to school with incubi and succubi, Mammon. I think compared to that the human world should be pretty safe."
"B-but...!" Mammon wanted to protest, but Beelzebub covered his brother's mouth to silence him.
"I think you look cute" He beamed Clover an encouraging smile. "But be careful nonetheless. Levi, take care of her."
"Y-yes! I will!"
-- to be continued in part two --
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Love-Struck
Fandom: DC comics, Batman
Pairing: Jason Todd x Timothy Drake (JayTim)
Rating/Tags: JayTim Week 2020 - Day 1: College AU, Family Feels, Fluff and Humor, Secret Crushes
Other(s) links: AO3
"Okay." Jason sighed, gathering strength to himself. "You remember… That guy?"
"That guy?" Roy asked back.
"Yes."
"The one you have a crush on and look at him from afar, but you deny it and never take the first step because you’re a dramatic bitch?"
"Yeah."
"What? You have finally talked to him?"
"No."
"Then what?"
"I hit him with the bike."
Roy was silent, looking at him and blinking a few times at the news. But he didn't have to say anything, Jason knew he was totally fucked.
OR:
Based on the prompt "I was distracted looking at my crush and accidentally hit him."
Love-Struck
It happened on a Tuesday, during the break.
Tim met Conner and Bart outside his classes to head to one of the coffee shops near the campus, between his mathematical analysis class and his computing class, because he wouldn’t be able to survive that day without a third coffee and in addition his friends would be nearby to make sure he didn’t fall in the temptation to drink a fourth.
Everything was going well, Bart received him with an effusive hug and Kon patted his back like always. All started walking towards their destination while talking about their classes, how close they were to the finals, Kon’s new game, where they could go to celebrate when they finish the semester, generally normal things that made Tim forget about how he had slept an hour and half, still had four assignments to do, and his parents were waiting for his presence at tonight’s dinner after they returned from their business trip to Dubai.
Maybe it was because of that hour and half of sleep, or because the little conversation of his two best friends about how Conner was a coward who couldn’t ask Cassie out caused him a slight smile, a warm emotion, and distracted him from his problems and everything around him. But when he crossed the street to the cafe, happy and absent, he didn’t have time to react to anything.
“Watch out!”
“Tim!”
Something hit him and before he knew what, fell unconscious.
~0.0~
“He's alive!”
That was the first thing he heard when he started waking up.
Tim found himself confused as he regained consciousness, his whole body hurt, a lot, but at the same time he was somewhat sleepy. He realized he was lying on a bed that smelled of antiseptic and medicine, around him he could hear bustle and people talking next to him, couldn’t feel his leg either.
“Of course he's alive, calm down.”
That was Kon's voice. And previously was Bart's. If he remembered well, he was with them on campus, just heading to one of his favorite coffee shops before something hit him on the side and everything went dark. If he had to guess, he would say that he hadn’t passed out from the lack of caffeine but had been run over.
Tim growled annoyed, opening his eyes heavily and blinking because of the whitish light of the hospital room.
When he was finally able to focus and wake up properly, the sight that received him was his plastered leg held high and his friends hovering over him with a worried gaze.
“Tim!” Exclaimed Bart, who seemed to be on the verge of tears.
“What's up buddy? How did you sleep?” Conner asked with a relieved smile.
When he tried to answer, he realized how dry his throat was, as well as how overwhelmed he was because of the medications and sedatives that would have been administered to him when had been treated. His friends, realizing this, soon helped him to lean him over and give him the bottle of water that was on the next table.
“What happened?” He ended up asking after recovered himself.
“You got hit by a motorcycle.” Conner answered bluntly. “And you scared us, man.”
“Yes! I almost have a heart attack!” Bart exclaimed. He could tell he was holding himself back to not hug him until crush him because he was benched. “We were talking and suddenly you were flying!”
“Really?” He asked, surprised.
It wouldn't be strange if the hit had thrown him a few meters away, but he felt the most serious wound he had, was that broken leg, so he didn't think he would have fly for real.
“No.” Conner denied instantly.
Yeah, he thought so. What a disappointment.
But now that he was more awake, he remembered certain things clearly.
“I think I remember listening to the ambulance.” He frowned, trying to remember well.
“No, that was Bart screaming.”
“It scared me! Okay?” The redhead excused himself immediately.
“We could hear you better than the sirens.” His other friend started teasing.
Tim couldn’t help to smile amused at this, fondly too. Bart used to be loud in general, but him being so concerned about him was very touching. Also, the fact that his two friends had taken care of him, had accompanied him, waited him to wake up and now were there, receiving him, made him remember why he loved and appreciated them so much.
“I thought it was serious!” The redhead excused himself again.
“Obviously not.” Kon replied, still amused. “Tim is stronger than we think.”
“I'm fine, Bart. For real.” He tried to reassure him, he felt it could have been worse anyway. “I'm only a little numb for the medicines, can you call a nurse?”
As much as he appreciated the ride to the hospital, the treatment and all, he wouldn't like to spend the night there. He didn’t consider his condition serious enough to do so, so he would like to be discharged immediately. He also wants to sleep in his bed, those four assignments weren’t going to be done magically and no nurse was going to allow him to drink a decent coffee. So, hearing his diagnosis and going home was all he wanted now.
However, when Kon and Bart exchanged glances, something told him that it wasn’t going to be that easy.
“What?” He asked immediately.
They didn't answer, just looked at each other again with a slight hint of panic. Which was not cool at all, because it made thousands of unpleasant possibilities run through his mind.
And the worst, the worst of them entered the room before he could ask again.
The temperature in the room dropped suddenly to below zero as soon as Janet Drake, as beautiful and noble as ever, entered keeping her formal, elegant, and polite composure characteristic of her as the sound of her heels echoed in the room harshly. Her pristine appearance contrasted with her icy eyes -identical to his son’s- and his aura in itself, so cold, lethal, and furious that she seemed to freeze all those who dared to look at her directly.
Everything was quiet and it seemed like the death itself, ethereal and deadly, had entered the room. And Jack Drake, who warmly greeted his son and his friends after saying goodbye to the nurse they had been talking to.
“Timothy.” His mother said calmly, firm, approaching the bed with safe steps. “Glad to see you’re awake.”
Tim swallowed hard. He didn’t know what to answer, because now he understood and shared the same panic as his friends. Janet looked angry, was she? God, why he hadn't thought it before? Of course they were going to call his parents after being struck by a bike, and of course it wouldn’t be pleasant for them to receive such news while they were unpacking and planning their dinner tonight. She was angry, right?
“Thanks for being with him, guys.” Said his father to his friends.
Conner tried to smile naturally, but it looked like he had just sucked on a lemon. Bart didn't even try; he was as stiff as a board and looking at him like a deer about to be run over.
Sometimes he found fascinating how his mother -yes, only his mother- still had the power to scare them in this way as if they were still the noisy children he met at summer camp and used to visit him. Anyone would think she hated them, seeing the disinterested attitude she always has maintained, he knows they think so too, but after learning the scholarships of both to enter the best programs of the Gotham University were slightly orchestrated by her, he knows it’s not true. Or maybe it was, and she was just doing him a favor by keeping his best friends close to him. He will never know.
Of course, that doesn't take away the fact that his mother seems furious right now and can effortlessly rip someone's arm off just for the pleasure of doing it.
“N-Never mind…” Conner tried to say with that nervous smile. “Anything for Tim.”
“We’re lucky it wasn’t anything serious, was it?” His father said looking at him directly. “The doctor said is just a few bruises and your poor leg, you will recover without problem, son.”
Tim was a little relieved that the diagnosis was so simple, despite already suspecting it, confirming it didn’t hurt. He saw how his father winked at his friends so they wouldn’t be worried, though they hesitated for a second.
“U-Um... We...” Bart tried to say.
“I’m sure you still have classes to attend today.” Janet cut him off. “Don't worry about Timothy, we’ll take care of it.”
All of that, even from her tone, would have sounded kind if her eyes wouldn’t have been piercing them to the depths of their being, as if she were throwing ice daggers into their hearts. He swears he could see Bart flinch.
“Ok, see you later Tim!” Bart said trying to hide his panic and saying goodbye with a nervous smile.
He could have sworn that if Bart could run at super speed, he would have done it to get out of there. Connor, on his part, reached out to him and lifted his hand to ruffle his hair in that loving, gentle way he used to do, but stopped halfway as soon as he felt Janet's murderous aura grow wild and out of control.
“Get well soon.” He said before turning around and run away like a coward.
Well, he couldn’t blame them. He will text them later.
But now he had been left alone, drugged, hurt and with his parents, one trying to be positive and the other willing to kill someone. Who? He doesn't know, but if he survives this, he vows he'll quit caffeine (he won't).
He felt her mother's icy gaze move from his leg to his face, and he had to swallow hard again to try to speak.
“We were going to the cafe and then…” He tried to explain.
“We know what happened.” She cut him off seriously. Of course she knew it, at this point it doesn't surprise him if she knows even the date the bike wheel was created. “Also know who was the responsible. We'll fix it.”
He didn't know how to take that. On one hand, if they didn’t know who had hit him, at this moment they would be tracing all Gotham with all the resources they had to find it out; But on the other, they knew it, and Tim could only feel sorry for whoever that poor soul was, because they had no idea what was going to come after them.
What's more, he was realizing how his father was compulsively sending messages right now, surely to their lawyers, or to public relations, or whoever, but that wasn’t promising anything good.
“I’m fine.” He said looking at his mother, hoping to appease the murderous hunger that was devouring her right now. “Seriously.”
It didn't seem to work, because she didn't move a single muscle and looked at his plastered leg again.
“I don’t see it that way.” She declared in a soft but deadly tone.
He didn’t have the will to refute her. He had never had it when it came to such a situation, after all he had always had a fragile and compromised health, which didn’t help to calm down his parents when he ended in the hospital again.
On the other hand, many people thought that Janet was someone extremely cold and severe to be a mother. Which wasn't exactly true, it’s just... She showed her love in other ways, a little differently. Tim knows when he was born, he was premature, very small, sickly and not the first baby Janet had carried, but the only one who could have born. For this reason, he knows that, although she travels a lot and not many people consider her a model mother, his mother possess an extreme and powerful sense of overprotection embedded in her, and when it’s active threatens to destroy everything and everyone around it. Which was now aimed at the person who hit him, who is going to have to deal with the Drake army of lawyers.
It’s somewhat unfair and exaggerated to waste such an amount of legal power against someone because of a simple accident, unless it’s a good reason, at least that’s what he thinks. He wishes he had said it, but he knows it will be in vain, they are already in it, and he’s also exhausted, the drugs are probably still working. So, before he knew, he was just falling asleep.
As he slipped into the dream world, he really hoped that the person responsible for the accident weren’t someone he knows or cares about, because they could end up hating him.
He also felt his mother gave him a light kiss on the forehead, but that only made him smile.
~0.0~
“I have a problem.”
“Yeah, I’ve figured out.” Roy replied across the table.
He had only raised an eyebrow and put aside his coffee when he saw Jason enter the room and sit in front of him in panic. Well, Roy couldn't do much after being called there so suddenly either.
“A big problem.”
“I felt it when I received your texts.” He said again, more than calm. “Very deep, by the way.”
Jason snorted. Right now, he was going to explode like a popcorn, many things had happened, so it hadn't been in his plans to write a text beyond the “Help, I fucked up” to his best friend.
“Roy, c’mon” He scolded him, agitated. Right now, he could feel his phone vibrating in his pocket for all the texts Bruce was sending him, that didn’t help at all.
“Ok, sorry.” The redhead raised his hands in an attempt to calm things down, then looked at him curiously. “What happened?”
Jason writhed uncomfortably in his chair at that question, it's not like it's the first time he asked that to him if the redhead was so calm at the moment it's because he was used to doing this. He had come to Roy because he’s his best friend, the one he trusted, who wouldn’t judge him, and the only one who has the privilege to know certain personal information, which had importance at the moment. The thing is, he had no idea where to start, there were so many things at once, he wanted to think about how to explain them all because he could see his friend getting impatient as he hesitated.
“Jay.” He said, it's not like Roy was very patient to begin with.
“Wait, I'm thinking.”
“You're a literature student, you're supposed to be good at words.”
He's right, but Jason's eloquence was absent since this morning.
“I don't know where to start, dammit.”
“From the beginning.” The other said, then looked to his phone. “I have to pick up Lian from school in an hour, so hurry up.”
Jason sighed and scratched the back of his neck, deciding to say it all at once. He said to himself he does it because he didn’t want to interfere with the single father duties from his friend and not because he was going to explode.
“Okay.” He sighed again, gathering strength to himself. “You remember… That guy?”
“That guy?” Roy asked back.
“Yes.”
“The one we saw on campus earlier in the semester?"
“Yes.”
“The one who's also friends with Kent, the quarterback?”
“Yes.”
“Nerd, short, pretty eyes, nice ass and very cute?”
“Yes. Yes.”
"Totally your type?"
“Yep.”
“The one you have a crush on and look at him from afar, but you deny it and never take the first step because you’re a dramatic bitch?”
“Yes.”
“What? You have finally talked to him?”
“No.”
“Then what?”
“I ran him over.”
Roy was silent. Completely silent, looking at him and blinking a few times at the news. Jason couldn’t avoid wondering if that was the face he did when he found out he was going to be a dad in high school, but he couldn't joke with that because he was too busy panicking right now.
“What?” The redhead ended up asking to make sure he had heard correctly.
“I ran him over, Roy.” He repeated, feeling the panic build within him again.
The other was quiet again, staring at him stunned.
“I. Ran. Him. Over.” He repeated once more, this time to internalize it himself, because since it had happened, he hadn’t even had time to do it. “During the break, with the bike.”
One, two, three seconds of silence before Roy dared to say anything, and when he did everything that came out of his bright and amazing mind was:
“He’s dead?”
“No!” He yelled in exasperation at that, causing some clients in the cafe to look at him.
He didn't even want to imagine that possibility, he already had enough.
“Well, that’s good.” The other tried to say to see the positive point of the whole thing.
“It’s not. It’s not!” He complained, none of this was okay.
“If you think about it, you've already broken the ice, Jay.” His friend joked to cheer him up. "Everything that follows is easy."
“What I broke was his leg.” He sentenced still agitated, he appreciated the attempts from the other for encouraging him but couldn't work for many reasons. “And wait, there's more.”
“There’s more?” He asked, intrigued, with that face he made every time he heard a gossip that interested him.
“There’s more.” He confirmed with a nod. “Now I know his name.”
“You know it?”
"Yes, I finally know it.”
“Tell me.” He asked, beginning to smile, like an exalted puppy.
“Do you want to know?”
“Yes.”
“Do you really want to know?”
“Yes!”
“Timothy Drake.”
Roy was quiet again, thoughtful. This time Jason swears that he could see how the gears in his head gave their all -which wasn’t much- to assimilate that name and think where he might have heard it before.
“Drake?” The redhead ended up asking with a frown.
“Yeah. Drake.”
"Like… Drake Industries?”
“Exactly.”
"Your father's competitors?!” He asked then, opening his eyes slightly.
He nodded. His adoptive father, Bruce Wayne, was in charge of the famous and multi-million-dollar company called Wayne Enterprise, which for the past few years had been surrounded by strong rivals in Gotham, such as Drake Industries, for example. Directed by Jack and Janet Drake, who apparently have an only child, a student, very attractive and easy to hit.
“Yes!” He exclaimed, taking his phone out of his pocket to show it to his friend, the object had started vibrating again nonstop, texts arriving over and over again. “And guess what: They are not happy!”
“I wouldn't be either if you ran over my daughter.” Roy said as if it was obvious.
“But you don't have a public image, an army of lawyers and a lot of money!” Technically he had it, because Oliver Queen is not exactly from middle class, but he was not rival of his family and the gossip magazines would not publish the minimum friction that they had. “They've already called Bruce and they want a meeting with those involved, they are going to eat me alive."
He was sure they would. The Gotham's corporate and high-society landscape had never been his thing, he was just a street boy who knew no manners and bored by math, it had been clear from the first and only sophisticated gala to which he was forced to go and in which he learned that high society were unscrupulous sharks.
Maybe if he had gone to more of those parties, he would have met Timothy Drake before and wouldn’t have to learn his name after struck him with his motorcycle, but you can no longer change the past.
"Well, yes, you screwed up." Roy finished saying as he nodded, totally convinced.
What a great support. Wise words.
“They're going to kill me, if Bruce doesn't do it before.” He thought aloud, they hadn't even made an appointment with the lawyers, and he was already stressed. “Or Fox with the public relations team.”
He could already see the headlines in the gossip magazines, overshadowing the ones that talked about his older brother's one-night lovers or the ones that mentioned the bad manners the little one had.
“Yes, you are fucked.” Roy said, nodding and taking in what he had just told him, although after a few seconds he frowned. “But… Bro, just one thing.”
“What?” He asked, rubbing his eyes, and doing his best not to pull his hair out.
“How did you end up running over the boy? You are not a bad driver; you are always focus.”
Now it was Jason’s turn to stay quiet and look at the table, blinking as he chooses an answer that didn't make him look like a fucking mess. He couldn't think of any, so he allowed the silence to continue.
"Jason?" Roy asked, beginning to lose patience again. “What happened?”
Still not saying anything, Jay looked down further and felt his cheeks begin to heat up.
"No…" Roy whispered surprised. Knowing him so well gave him too much of an advantage. “Tell me it’s not true.”
He couldn’t do nothing more than blushing stronger, cross his arms and shrug. He wanted to deny what he was thinking, but he couldn’t.
That morning he hadn't expected to see Timothy hanging around that part of campus with his friends as he searched for a place to park his bike. The boy was wearing a wide sweatshirt, but at the same time those tight pants that fit him so well, his blue eyes sparkled in the sunlight, the wind ruffled that ebony hair that seemed soft to the touch, and the soft and loving smile that was directed to his friends as they walked together caused things in Jason that he couldn't explain.
So, in one moment he was looking at him stunned and the next he had lost the course of the motorcycle and was hitting him.
Shit happens, right?
Apparently not, because Roy had started laughing. A lot. Had started with a weak and incredulous laugh that had grown to become loud laughter that made the tears jump of his eyes and the people in the cafe look at them again, annoyed.
“I can’t believe it! Jay!” Roy said loudly and laughing like crazy, he could hardly breathe.
“It's not funny.” He replied, his arms crossed and his face anger.
Yes it was, it was very funny indeed. If it had been Roy who had run over his crush for having been too distracted having a gay panic for him, he would have also laughed a lot and wouldn’t have let him forget it for the rest of his life. So, he was sure that his friend was not going to do it too.
“It's amazing!” The other answered trying to dry the tears away but still laughing. “Bud, you’re really fucked.”
Jason knew he was saying it just because being so attracted to a guy to the point of running him over unintentionally was a lot, but if they took into account that surely now that boy hated him, along with his parents, friends, and lawyers, whom he would have to meet soon to deal with the consequences of that, yes, that described his situation quite well.
Jason was fucked.
~0.0~
“I just have one question.” Bruce said to his side, also laying his back on the corridor’s wall.
One day, only one day had passed. 24 hours since he had committed the serious mistake of being too aware of a cutie with black hair and blue big eyes like a damn puppy, and he was already in the law firm wearing a suit, almost sweating and the man he could call father looking at him sternly. They were both in the hallway which was heading to the boardroom as they waited for permission to enter, and Jason had been trying not think about how he had destroyed his chances of dating the Drake boy before Bruce came up to judge him, again.
He didn't blame him, the man had spent the previous day receiving and making calls on his name, making the appointment as he could while containing his desire to give him a slap. He didn’t need the talk of "we are public figures, we have to behave" again, because he gave it that to him a lot at his younger times, so he had tried to stay out of it. This implied that Bruce didn’t have time to ask him anything before he had to get him up earlier to go to the Drake’s law firm. Knowing this, Jason continued looking at nothing, but he nodded to give him the opportunity to ask that question.
“There are more than eighty thousand students enrolled at Gotham University.” The man began to say still looking at him. "And of all of them, you have to run over Timothy Drake precisely?"
Jason seemed to think about it for a few long seconds, although the answer was obvious.
“Yes?” He answered. No one at the university had caught his eye like Tim had, so he doubted he could have been distracted enough by another person to run them over.
Bruce sighed deeply, exasperated, and lifting his hand to the bridge of his nose. He had seen him do that gesture of disappointment so many times throughout his life that he could no longer count them.
"Jason…”
“It was an accident.” He was also lost count the times he had said that since the day before.
"I know, son, but it's not me you have to convince.” He finished explaining, taking another deep breath. “It’s her.”
The tone in which he said that, was uncertain and with severe hints of fear, something he was no longer so used to hearing from Bruce and made a chill run down his spine.
“Her?” He asked, trying not to break his voice from the stress.
Bruce breathed again to try to calm down and nodded, the way he looked at him to reveal more reminded him of Alfred when he told him stories as they cooked together in the manor when he was younger.
“Janet Drake.” He let out that name in a low voice, as if it were forbidden to pronounce it. “You've never met her in person, and I was counting on you not have to.”
“Why?” This time he couldn't stop his voice from breaking slightly.
“Don't get me wrong, she is a beautiful woman, very intelligent and talented. Everyone knows that Drake Industries has come this far thanks to her.” He began to say, in a poor attempt to calm him that was not leading nowhere. "But do you know how she is called?”
“How?” His throat couldn't close anymore, he didn't like where this was going.
“The Ice Queen.” Bruce announced. “That's how she’s known, but I can assure you is not enough.”
This time he didn't want to ask anymore, although Bruce would keep talking. Because the ice queen, the ice queen, the ice queen, fucking seriously? No one who has earned such a name in Gotham's corporate and high-society landscape can be kind and understanding. Fuck.
“I have only seen Janet angry one time.” His father emphasized as he pulled out his tie, as if it were choking him. Maybe he was nervous too. “Many years ago, at a gala organized by the Dumas.”
It took Jason a few seconds. He tried to link that last name to some wealthy Gotham family, but unfortunately, he couldn't think of any.
“Who are the Dumas?” He ended up asking.
Bruce looked him seriously in the eye, returned to pull his tie out and nodded frowning.
“Exactly.” He replied annoyed.
Jason swallowed hard and looked back at nothing at the implication in that response. He was going to die, he was going to die, he was to fucking die, there was a beast in Gotham, a fierce and fearsome beast that apparently erased families from the business and social map and he had angered her, he had angered her a lot. He had awakened the beast by harming her puppy, and everyone knew that nothing was more dangerous than an angry mother.
“Mr. Wayne, you can come in.” They heard the voice of one of the mediators calling them from the door of the boardroom.
It's hot, why it’s so hot? He's sweating, he's sure he's sweating, or maybe crying, but he can't be sure because Bruce has put his hand on his lower back, trying to cheer him up and is directing him to the room followed by his own lawyers because they can't let the Drakes wait, but Jason felt like he was going straight to the slaughterhouse.
When he entered, he was greeted by the sight of another group well-dressed, very serious and sitting across the table, lawyers, public relations, and mediators, ready to work and do reach an agreement between the two of Gotham's biggest families with their friction. However, all of them and their greetings were in the background for him when he realized that in one of the chairs was the small, nerdy and adorable boy who had accidentally hit, who looked at him from his seat surprised by his presence and -surely- for being able to put a face to his attacker. He didn't expect him to be there either, he should be resting, but seeing him made the stress he felt ease at least a little.
Both seemed to stare at each other for a few seconds, recognizing each other, and after what seemed like forever, Timothy gave him a slight, almost imperceptible, sorry smile. Jason's heart jumped and he felt warm for a second, his nerves almost disappeared at that gesture, looking at the way in which the boy had combed different this time for the meeting, how pretty he was -as usual-, or how a dimple formed in his cheek when he was smiling, how beautiful that smile was. He would like to see him smile more, smile at him, and does that mean he didn't hate him? He would like to know, and it was all happiness and hope until he realized why of that sorry smile.
Suddenly he felt cold, so cold.
Janet Drake was also staring at him, sitting right next to her son in a straight and elegant posture, without taking her eyes off him. Black hair, smooth and shiny, delicate features, neutral and apparently calm expression. Beautiful, but unattainable, because her blue, icy eyes pierced him in a way that froze him inside. The woman sitting there seemed to be able to see his soul and rip it off, everything from him, that could split him in two and rip out every part of his being without any effort. And despite appearing calm and serene, her aura, everything in her posture, in her gaze, screamed danger and misfortune.
There’s no doubt, she’s the ice queen in all her glory.
He was wasted.
~0.0~
Tim was wasted.
When he had got up that morning, everything he had asked for was that the meeting was normal and went without any inconvenient. And as he prepared to attend awkwardly and without receive any help, because half a day was not enough time to get used to using crutches, he mentally reviewed what had been planned for that meeting.
His parents hadn’t wanted to reveal who had been the responsible for the incident, he didn’t know exactly the reason, but he sensed it must have been someone important, given the deployment of means that had been carried out, it’s not like they also gave him much opportunity to ask anyway. Both immediately went out to arrange the meeting and to arrange things with the hospital so they would give him discharged, and by the time he was allowed to leave he was too exhausted and wasn’t going to say no to anyone when they asked him to rest even more, because he needed it. Hopefully, he had already had an excuse to turn in those assignments later.
So, despite not knowing who he was going to meet, he had decided to do that unfortunate soul a favor and stay in the line that he was fine, surely it had been an incident, and they didn’t have to give it more importance than it had even though his mother wanted to cut heads and stick them in stakes to decorate the garden.
He was the more affected, his word had to count there... No?
Anyway, that's what he thought before he saw Jason Todd walking through the door.
Now, all crushed down, the meeting had started a while ago and he was quiet, serious and sitting in his chair with the Wayne's in front of him, looking at the fine mahogany table and barely listening to the legal conversation that was taking place in his name, although why he fooled himself? Nothing he could say would change anything or appease his parents. But the thing was, why? why is the world so cruel? Jason Todd? really? Of all people, of all motorcycles in the world, it has to be the one from his crush?
It's not like he'd ever thought he had a slight chance with him after all. Jason was tall, handsome, with that bad boy vibe that he likes too much for his own good, also smart, cult, while Tim was... Tim. They had only spoken face to face once at a gala where a 12-year-old Jason shared a muffin with him and never went to any of them again, sure he didn't even remember it. They also went to different faculties, he only saw him from afar on campus from time to time and they hadn't even spoken, but that didn't stop him from noticing him because he had eyes, thank you. No one knows, except maybe Conner, but beyond a curious sparkle in his eyes after realized that he was drooling over Jason in the distance, he never brought the topic up, so he'd always had that fascination with the Wayne boy in secret and under lock and key. He knew that his parents wouldn't be too happy to find out that he was interested in the son of his greatest competitor, or that he was interested in any boy in general, that topic had never come up anyway and he wasn't going to bring it up.
Until the boy walked into the meeting room with his father and Tim almost had a short circuit when he realized that what hit him was an attractive literature student in a leather jacket riding that incredible Ducati. Come on, it wasn’t fair, he had always wanted to ride that, and then the bike, but it wasn’t the most appropriate thing to think about when the other one was looking at him surprised that he was there. He was so busy panicking that he only managed to give him a nervous smile that he hoped hadn't ridiculed him, and then when they sat down he could only scream internally because Jason was so handsome in a suit, this meeting might not end well, Jay could end up hating him if he didn't already, and his mother hadn’t taken her eyes off the tallest as if she were a shark smelling fresh blood.
So, trying to regain his composure and recover from the revelation, Tim sighed, straightened up in his seat, and pretended to listen the meeting while trying with all his might to calm down.
But he couldn't do it, he couldn’t, because it wasn’t easy. The atmosphere wasn’t the most adequate to do it, he could heard his father laugh and trying to appear friendly and understanding when he knew that it was only a strategy to emphasize the coldness and seriousness of his mother, who, of course, kept looking at the Waynes as if they had committed the greatest offense known to man. He played with his fingers for a moment and peeked to assess the situation, Bruce, or Brucie, kept an eye on the mediator's talk, while Jason… Oh.
He turned his gaze away immediately, trying to control his blush. Jason was looking at him in a sneaky attempt too, but they had both failed when their eyes met across the table. He didn't know what to think about it. Did Jason hate him? He did? What was he thinking? He would hate him, of course. He was too nervous, and the possibilities started to suffocate him, he needed to get out of there.
Luckily, his beloved malevolent mother, the perfect model for being a villain in a Disney movie, possessed a sharp sixth sense that was activated at the slightest sign of anguish on his part, which caused her to divert the piercing gaze of the Waynes to center it on him, silently asking what was wrong.
The only good thing about being run over a day earlier by the guy you like is that he could excuse himself from these kinds of meetings without any repercussions or questions.
“Can I get out for a moment?” He whispered, lowering his head.
His fear of asking something like that wasn’t exactly small, but Janet seemed to consider it for a few seconds as she carefully analyzed him before giving his approval and nodding, not before turning his gaze once more to Jason.
Before deciding to worry more about it, he stood up as he could with the crutches and managed to leave the room ignoring the looks on him. His goal was to get to the water machine that was around the hall to pour himself a glass and calm down a bit, but that broken leg didn’t make it easy for him. It was a hard journey; he swears when he got there, he could hear the victory music of Mario Kart playing in his head.
It would have kept playing, he would even have sang it, if it hadn't been because while pouring that first glass, a voice behind him caught his attention and made him jump and turn around with all the speed he had, which wasn’t a lot.
“Hey.” Jason had said softly.
He had to put everything he had together so as not to drop the plastic cup or crush it in his hands. How had he also escaped from the meeting? So much time had passed since his trip to the water machine?
“H-Hey.” He replied nervously and looking down.
That seemed to make Jason nervous too, who already seemed to be it before too, as well as a little guilty, because he tried to look everywhere except him until he had no choice.
“Hi.” Said the tallest.
“Hi.” He replied again.
Eloquent. Inspiring.
They ended up looking at each other closely, at least for a minute before Tim began to fear again and prepare himself for the impending rejection he was going to suffer without even trying. That happened to him for crossing the street without looking before.
But then Jason sighed hard, he tensed and scream in his mind than he wasn’t ready.
“Listen. I…” He began to say, scratching the back of his neck and looking at him sadly. “I’m sorry.”
Eh?
“Eh?”
The other looked at him confused at his reaction. Although surely, he wasn't more confused than he was, he didn't expect an apology even though it was the most normal thing to do in those situations.
“I'm sorry.” Jason repeated, frowning in confusion. "It was an accident, really. And I'm glad you're okay."
If Jason Todd didn’t want him having a massive crush on him this isn’t the way. At all. He had no right to be so attractive to begin with, but neither so good nor kind to him. Before Tim could think better of it, he was already spitting out an unnecessary question:
“Aren't you angry?” He asked, he knew it sounded a bit stunned, but it seemed weird to him. “For all of this?”
Anyone would have been upset or angry about all the trouble their parents had been having over something like that, with the lawyers, the firm, and the notaries. If it had been someone else, they would have caused them a lot of trouble, he was aware of it. So, he couldn't help but wonder how Jason couldn't blame him for the legal mess.
“Shouldn't I be the one asking that?” Jason said raising an eyebrow and pointing at his crutches. “You were the most affected.”
Blinking, Tim realized what he was implying on that and he quickly shook his head effusively. Jason thought he was angry at him? That he hated him for this or something? That’s why he had been so tense with him?
“Oh no. It’s okay.” He hastened to explain. “I know it was an accident, I wasn't paying attention either, those things happen.”
Jason's shoulders seemed to lift as if a huge weight had been lifted from him, and his eyes shone at him in a way he couldn't determine, made him want to smile, this time from relief. Jason didn't hate him, or vice versa. That was a good sign, wasn't it? It meant he had a chance… Right?
“Thank god.” Murmured the other with a slight smile, clearly relieved.
“Unless you did it on purpose.” He dared to say with a playful tone, wanting to take weight off the issue. “In which case, it wouldn't be so good.”
Jason's smile widened and he let out a funny snort, relaxing him was a plus and made Tim compliment himself for that.
“How would I have met you then?” Jason blurted out, still smiling at him.
The atmosphere between them changed completely, it was no longer so uncomfortable or formal, but very different, embarrassed, and warm. Tim felt how his heart stopped before starting to beat faster, because that last one, the way he had said it, and the nervous look he was giving him now, was Jason flirting with him? It was real?
“A-Ah.” He replied mildly surprised. “I don’t know…”
If he continued like this, his brain would definitely fry, more than it already was. He looked at the hallway wall uneasily as Jason ruffled his hair, also undecided.
“I'd like to make it up to you.” He ended up saying, looking like he had come to an agreement with himself. “If you don’t mind.”
“Oh?” He asked, tilting his head curiously, his heart starting to beat stronger than before by the tiny possibility.
“I can invite you to a coffee, or something like that… It would be okay?”
This time when Jason looked up, still seemed impatient and nervous, but the slight blush covering his cheeks indicated why. Tim almost exploded right there, and he had to take all of himself to act quickly.
“Yes. A coffee would be fine.” He also nervously stated, trying to control himself. “It would be a date?”
The brief seconds Jason took to answer that question born from his desire to know, seemed like hours to him, the longest in Tim's life. But when he ended up nodding, scratching the back of his neck again and totally flushed, he couldn't help but smile excitedly and let his own blush appear this time, feeling warm and happy.
“Then I'd love to.” He answered laughing, he couldn’t help it.
“Yes? Really?” Jason asked in surprise again, as if it hadn't been clear from the start that he would say yes. Although by the way they ended up talking, it wasn’t surprising that he doubted his answer, not many people forgave something like a struck with a bike.
“Yes.” He nodded again, totally sure. “What about now?”
No, he didn’t want to go back to the meeting, he knew Jason either. It was no longer worth it. And maybe with this they could give the public relations team something else to work with.
Jason smiled at him in that warm and happy way that made him feel dizzy, but he looked to the hallway of the meeting room somewhat concerned.
“Bruce is used to me avoiding these things, but I don't think your mother would be very happy.”
After a moment of thinking about it, Tim almost went back to laugh again, happy, funny, almost touched.
Before that meeting and his departure from it he hadn’t been sure, but with Jason now in front of him there was no doubt. Her mother expressed her love in very different ways, and it was evident that she had an efficient and sharp mother radar, there was nothing that escaped her, there was nothing she didn't know, no matter how much Tim had tried to hide his panic at the beginning of the meeting, or his sexuality itself. He was very sure that by now she had to know, and if she wouldn't have wanted him or Jason to leave the room, she wouldn’t allowed it. If she hadn't wanted them to talk right now, Jason wouldn't be there. It was that simple.
“I think we'll be fine.” He assured him with a wide smile, taking his mother's actions as a kind of blessing.
When Jason's eyes shined and he smiled back, he confirmed it.
Yes, they would be fine.
~0.0~
“You look so pretty today, Janet. You haven’t changed at all since our last meeting.” Said Brucie with his usual smile.
“…”
“How much time has passed? Six years?”
“…”
“And look at you, beautiful as always.”
“…”
“Jack is a lucky man.”
“…”
“And Timothy? Oh, I remember when he was little, totally the cutest thing in the galas. Now is a man too, but he looks a lot like you.”
“…”
“Kids, uh? Grow up so fast.”
“…”
“…”
“…”
“Talking about kids, ours have left a while ago, maybe I should go to find th-”
“Sit down.”
Bruce sit down and didn’t speak again.
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The Journey of a Forgotten Solider (Levi x OC)
Relationships:
Alana Frey (OC)Levi (Shingeki no Kyojin)/Original Female Character(s)Levi Ackerman/Alana FreyFurlan Church/Original Character(s)Furlan Church/Alana Frey
Characters:
Levi (Shingeki no Kyojin)Furlan ChurchIsabel MagnoliaAlana Frey (OC) - CharacterErwin SmithHange ZoëPetra RalGunther SchultzEld JinnOluo BozadoKeith ShadisSpecial Operations Squad | Squad Levi
Additional Tags:
Graphic Description of CorpsesBlood and InjuryViolenceMurder
Summary:
Alana Frey, a girl born in the Underground City, longed to see the true sunlight every morning that she would wake up. Alongside her comrades: Furlan Church, Isabel Magnolia, and Levi, Alana’s life as a thug continued with no way around it; until the sudden day she and her companions were offered the deal of a lifetime.
“Once you complete this job, not only will you be generously compensated for your work,
but you will also earn the right to live above ground.”
Word Count: 2.1k
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Chapter 12: Worthless Game
Levi began to move with blind rage. Attaching his hooks onto the murderous Titan’s stomach, he hurled himself forwards. Rotating himself, he sliced through the skin with a clean cut. A limp, bloodied hand fell out of the Titan’s belly.
Quickly, the ravenette firmly placed his feet on both sides of the cut and took a strong hold of the body part, yanking it out. Only half of Furlan remained intact; the other nowhere to be seen. Levi carried his fallen friend to the ground, gently resting him on the dirt.
The four remaining Titans did not wait for him to grieve. Instead, they started stomping towards the black haired man in an attempt to eat him. The one who had killed Furlan was the first to try and reach out.
But Levi didn’t hesitate.
Embedding his wires into the bleeding Titan once more, he swerved around its flailing arm. With a large pump of gas, he spiraled straight towards its face, stabbing his two swords into its eyes. Unlocking his blades from the handles with the push of a switch, he jumped off and applied another pair, leaving the murderous one blinded. Within less than a minute, he took down the remaining four, slicing their napes with ease; the fourth one he killed by cutting up its arm and around its neck.
Levi landed on the ground, not very affected by the stamina it took to deal with Titans. With a click of his tongue, he turned towards the last Titan, who couldn’t figure out how to remove the blades from its eyes. Walking towards it menacingly, the ravenette bellowed emotionlessly. “Hey. Do humans taste good?”
With ease, he flew up to its neck and stood his ground on the Titan’s back. “Hm? Were they tasty?” His glare only grew as he shoved a blade directly in its neck.
“Answer me.”
[~]
Erwin and Mike made their way over to the steamed area on their horses that surrounded Levi. “It’s the steam from fallen Titans,” Erwin noted.
“To have defeated so many at one time…” Mike thought out loud, shocked by the sight in front of him. “Was it him?”
Levi stood on top of the recently killed and steaming Titan, slowly making his way down. His blades were dulled down from the cutting, so he pushed the switch once more to release his weapons. As he walked, a small thump was felt on the front of his shoe. With wide eyes, he glanced down on what he bumped.
It was Isabel’s severed head.
Dropping down to his knees, the ravenette’s shaky hand slowly turned it over, face up. The girl had dirt all over her face; even in her eyes. Dried blood painted her colorless skin and leaked from her neck. Unable to look at the sight, he squeezed his eyes shut and clenched his teeth, carefully sliding the redhead’s eyes closed. Small tears leaked from the stoic man’s eyes at the idea of being alone again. Both Furlan and Isabel had been brutally murdered in front of him, and Alana was nowhere to be found.
“Hey! Are there any survivors out there?” Erwin’s voice cut through the air from a couple of meters away.
Levi’s eyes darted towards the noise and his face slowly scrunched up with anger. His target had decided to come to him after all of his friends were gone. Before he knew it, Erwin had already neared him on his brown horse.
“Levi!” He called, now only a small distance away. “Are you the only one left?”
He received nothing but silence and a glare, just like when they originally met in the Underground.
“The corpses of these Titans… You did this alone?”
Not wanting to hear anymore from the blond section commander, Levi jumped up and hurled his small body towards the taller male. Successfully hooking his elbow around his target’s throat, Levi shoved his arm forwards, slamming Erwin into the mud below. Being able to balance on the horse, Levi hadn’t fallen on his face. Instead, he landed on his feet and glared down at his dirtied opponent.
Mike immediately grabbed his weapons and hopped off of his horse, ready to attack.
However, he was cut off by the sound of Levi’s newly embedded blade slicing through the air. “Stay back,” he threatened.
The man complied with his demand, but kept his sword raised in case of any sudden movements. A cold sweat dripped down the side of his face, mixing with the leftover rain droplets that fell from his hair.
Levi continued his path towards the section commander. “Erwin.” Once he was only a meter or so away, he raised his sword next to blond’s throat. A rough, low shout left his mouth, “I’m going to kill you, you bastard! That’s why I’m here!”
As both of the men stared each other down, a moment of silence was met. Erwin slowly reached into the inside pocket of his jacket, looking down. “So they all died? I see…” Pulling out an envelope, with a red-wax stamp holding the contents inside, Erwin’s eyes met Levi’s once more. “This is what I supposedly have on Nicholas Lovof.”
Levi’s eyebrows snapped together, anger coursing through his veins. “So you knew? You knew we were after you, and yet--”
“Unfortunately, you were too late.” Ignoring the arguing thug, Erwin continued by tossing the envelope aside. The small stamp opened and small, white papers flooded the ground. There was not a single word written on any of them.
“Hey, what are you trying to say here?” Levi asked, his hands beginning to tremble.
“It was a bluff.” He answered straightforwardly.
“Huh?”
“I knew that Lovof was embezzling. The military funds left over from the suspension of the Survey Corps these last few years. I spread false information because I wanted definitive proof to back him into a corner.” Erwin explained. “This is Lovof we’re talking about, and he’s cautious. I thought he would make some kind of move first to confirm the existence of the documents. As I expected, he hired you three.
“If he’d made a move then, there’d surely be some trace. Following those back, it didn’t take much time for the proof to fall into my hands. I was able to pick up on him because he made a move from his end.”
Levi clicked his tongue, losing his patience. “Knowing that much, why did you bring us into the Corps?”
“One reason was your exceptional military prowess. And another… was to use you as partners to throw off Lovof. But there’s no longer any need for that. The real documents are currently in the hands of Commander-in-Chief Zackly. It’s all over for Lovof.”
“It wasn’t… worth throwing away their lives!” Levi screamed at the section commander, anger spilling past his bared teeth. “They were nothing but pawns in your worthless game.” Slowly pulling his sword from the blond’s throat to the side, he prepared to slice down with all the strength he had left. “Well, you lose.” He swung down, hoping to decapitate his enemy.
However, that didn’t happen. Holding the blade in his strong--now bloody--grip, Erwin glared up at Levi, his own teeth clenched as well. “Worthless game? Who’s the one… who killed my subordinates or your friends? Was it me, or was it you?” Pulling the weapon away from his throat, the blond continued. “Do you think that if you had come to attack me together that the three of them would have made it out alive?”
“You’re right,” Levi quietly admitted. “It was my conceit. My damned pride is to blame…”
“No! It was the Titans!” Erwin yanked the ravenette’s sword away behind him as his face got closer and closer to Levi’s. “Where did the Titan’s come from? Why do they exist? Why do they eat people? We don’t know! We are completely ignorant.” To the silver-eyed man’s displeasure, the blond kept inching forward, voice booming. “As long as we stay ignorant, they’ll keep eating us. We’ll never turn the tables on them by staying inside the walls.
“Look around you!” Pointing behind him, he aimed his finger towards the far, empty horizon. “In this wide open place, there are no walls, no matter how far you go. Here, there might be something to free us from our despair.” Continuing to spread his ideologies onto Levi, Erwin’s voice rose more and more. “But there are people who would keep us from leaving the walls. They stay where danger can’t reach them, obsessively thinking only of their own profits and losses.
“It’s understandable. The clouded eyes of mankind, blocked for a hundred years by the wall… they can’t see the other side. What about you, Levi? Have your eyes remained clouded?” Inevitably inches away from each other's faces, Erwin had a tint of pleading in his powerful voice. “Will you kill me and return back to the dark Underground? We won’t give up on going outside the walls. Fight with the Survey Corps, Levi! Humanity needs your skill!”
The sun was now beginning to shine brightly over the land, the clouds beginning to disperse. At this sight, Levi remembered the first breath of freedom he had shared with his friends the moment he had left the walls. The exhilaration of not being confined had flooded the four of them. The smiles of his friends.
Levi’s blade fell from his handle, showing he wasn’t a threat, just like he had done in the Underground months prior.
“From here on out, there’s no deal.”
[~]
“Hurry! We’re heading for the Supply Wagon Team to get dry sound grenades. We’ll reform the Corps using that point as a base.” Erwin said, riding his horse as if nothing had just taken place.
“The Titans might become more active once the weather clears up better,” Mike added in.
“We’ll meet with the Vanguard leaders before the losses become any greater. And we’ll return alive!” Erwin declared.
Levi turned a final glance towards where the steaming Titans laid, sprawled over the ground. But more importantly, he looked towards the last place where his friends were, now nothing more than corpses.
Soon, just as Erwin had suggested, the trio met up with the Supply Team, who had significantly less members. “I’m relieved to see that some of you survived the storm,” he said with a small smile. “If you can, gather any stray squads and rally them here. This will be our meeting point.” The blond commanded as he hopped off of his mare and ran up to one of the wagons, digging through it to find any sound grenades left. Successfully finding a couple, he ran back to his trio and nodded. “Let’s move towards the Vanguard and rally in the rest of the squads.”
The section commander led the other two around the outside squads, trying to group the remaining soldiers back to the wagons. There were many casualties throughout the Corps, but they were successful in securing the safety of the soldiers that still were standing. “Levi,” the blond turned to the smaller male, “there should still be another squad on the right side of the Vanguard. See if you can locate them. If not, head back to the Supply Team.”
Levi nodded and complied with his order. He led his brown horse towards the right side, where he left his fallen friends, and scanned over the horizon for the remaining squad. Across the distance, he couldn't spot a single living soldier.
Just as he was about to turn back, a distant clomping noise was made behind him. Leading his horse towards the noise, Levi attempted to find what he assumed was the stray horse, hoping there was at least one survivor.
Nearing closer, the figure was more visible. There was the brown mare and two soldiers riding; one injured and unconscious. "Help!" The awake soldier yelped. "She's injured really badly!"
Levi pulled his horse up next to the survivors. The one who guided the horse was a boy with shaggy brown hair and bright amber colored eyes. Blood stains were present all over his uniform and he looked traumatized. With spare bandages, he had tied a wounded soldier to his back. She had long, black hair and a torn, bloody uniform. Her wounded head was wrapped with bandages along with her torso, arms, and legs. The gear that she wore was smashed against her body. On her left hand was a beaten, silver ring.
And around her neck was a blue, tear-drop necklace.
"Alana?"
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Chaos Theory
Part Eight
(The last installment in solving puzzles. Appropriately, it’s the longest.)
The time was 4:12am. Or 4:13, as Jackie booted up the laptop once more and watched the numbers shift. He sighed. The adrenaline was starting to wear off, and now there was a bone-deep weariness dragging him down. But he couldn’t stop. He had no doubt that the gamemaster had more tricks up his sleeve that he had to prevent.
Jackie was sitting in the passenger seat of the car. He briefly looked away from the screen and around at the others. Chase was in the driver’s seat, leaning on the wheel with his head in his folded arms. JJ and Marvin were in the back seat. Marvin had his forehead against the window with his eyes closed and his legs folded up on the seat. JJ looked composed, sitting straight with his hands in his lap, but anyone who knew him well could tell he was on edge by his shaky breathing and wide eyes staring directly forward.
They had to finish this.
Jackie’s eyes hardened, and he turned back to the laptop. He’d received one last email, and this one had only one thing attached: a file called 4.png. There was a message written as well: Good luck with this one. You’ll need it :)
“Fuck you,” Jackie muttered, opening the .png file.The image was nothing but a white screen, with lines of black rectangles. But Jackie recognized the formatting immediately: blacked-out text. And by this point he knew to plug the image into the picture editor and play with sliders. Brightening it up revealed the writing that had been blacked out: a bunch of numbers that by now he recognized as hexadecimal code. He groaned; this was an image, which meant he had to type it into the translator by hand instead of copy-pasting. That’s going to take forever.
As he was typing the code into the online translator, Jackie noticed something odd. This particular code was just a lot of repeating 30s and 31s, with the occasional 20 thrown in. That was...weird. Did that mean it was really just a few characters? Jackie clicked translate, and then immediately understood. It was binary language; a bunch of ones and zeros. He sighed. Well, at least he could copy this one.
The binary turned out to be yet another url: yourfinalset.com. Jackie frowned. “That’s not ominous at all,” he muttered, plugging it into the browser.
A loading bar popped up, and a cheerful-sounding chiptune began to play. That got everyone’s attention. JJ and Marvin looked at Jackie oddly, while Chase leaned over to look at the screen. “What kind of puzzle is this?” he asked.
“I dunno,” Jackie said, shrugging. A moment later, and the screen had loaded up. Jackie blinked. “Apparently it’s not a puzzle. It’s a game.”
“Wait, what?” Marvin pushed his head into the space between the driver’s seat and passenger seat. JJ did the same, pushing his way into an empty spot. “Oh my god, you!”
“What?” Jackie looked at him peculiarly.
“You!” Marvin pointed at the computer screen.
“Wait, bro, I get it.” Chase pointed as well. “The little avatar, it’s you.”
Jackie looked at the screen again. It showed a pixelated room with stone walls and a squiggly design on the floor, connected to three more identical rooms that were only half-on the screen. There was a character in the center of the room wearing a red outfit with a blue mask and brown hair. Jackie gaped. “Oh, it is. Shit, how long has this guy been planning this? If he had time to make a full video game.” He moved the little avatar into the next room, revealing more of the screen. And then again, only to find a dead end. “Oh, not just a game. This is a maze game.”
Marvin inhaled sharply. “I hate these.”
“Yeah, they can be annoying,” Chase agreed. “My guess is you have to make it through while taking notes of the letters on the floor.”
“Letters?” Jackie moved back to the first room. “Oh, that is a W, isn’t it? Well, can someone write this down? Cause I’ll be too busy trying to find my way.”
If someone can give me a pen, I can, JJ signed.
“Here.” Chase grabbed a pencil off the dashboard and tossed it to him. “This person probably won’t mind if we use their pencil. I mean, we already stole their car, I don’t think they’ll be any more annoyed than they already are.”
My sentiments exactly, JJ agreed, grabbing a napkin from a compartment in the side of the car door next to him.
Ten minutes later, Jackie reached the end of the maze, signified by a small golden crown of pixels in the middle of the last room. The screen turned red, with black text: YOU WIN! Enter password for next level.
“Shit,” Jackie cursed. “I think this is where the letters come in. Jays?”
JJ passed the napkin to Jackie. There were a few crossed out rows of letters, but the final circled row was another url: 73707963616d657261.com. “Why is nothing simple with this guy?!” Jackie suddenly shouted, punching the ceiling of the car.
“Because he hates us,” Marvin stated. His tone was casual, but he’d suddenly gone very stiff, as if he just remembered being in a small, enclosed space filling with water.
Jackie took a deep breath. “You’re not wrong. Gotta keep going.” He checked the time real quick: 4:27. Then he opened a new tab and entered the url.
The new website was just a white square with a play button and a download button. Jackie hesitated, then clicked play. The white square revealed itself to be a video, as the camera panned up from where it had been pointing at the snowy ground. The camera panned across, showing it was filming the city streets. And then it zoomed in on a pair of people across the road. There was no sound of the city, just a weird, distorted noise overlayed.
“Oh my god,” Jackie whispered. Chase covered his mouth, eyes wide.
“That’s...that’s us...” Marvin muttered, looking at JJ, who was significantly paler than he had been a few seconds ago. The video showed Marvin and JJ walking along the city streets, signing with each other and occasionally stopping to look in shop windows. The person filming followed entirely silently, always at a distance. “That’s...that’s fucked up.”
“There’s snow,” Jackie muttered. “How...how old is this?”
“I remember this,” Marvin muttered. “Look, we’re gonna stop outside of Gimley’s now.” The video showed them doing exactly that. “This was when I was giving JJ a tour of the city, showing him how it’s changed since he was...you know.” Marvin took a deep breath. “That was December two years ago.”
“Fuck. Fuck this,” Jackie said, pausing the video. “Two years...fuck this guy.”
JJ looked away from the screen, disappearing into the back seat once more.
“What do we do with this?” Chase asked quietly.
Jackie took a deep breath. “Well...did you hear that weird audio? My guess is we’re gonna have to look at that closer.” He downloaded the video.
Running a spectrogram on the video’s audio revealed a hidden message in the sound: The letters JCHMJ. Jackie immediately switched back to the maze game and entered those as the password. The screen loaded, revealing another level of the maze, the pixelated stone walls a darker color.
“No letters on the floor this time, “ Jackie noted. “Let’s go.”
4:39am by the time the next maze level was complete. Once again, the YOU WIN! screen popped up, but this one was different. In addition to a space to enter a password, there was a message: Password is the timestamp, followed by a date and the YouTube logo.
“We need to find a YouTube video?” Jackie asked.
“How are we supposed to know which video?! Do you know how many there are?!” Marvin cried.
“It’s 3:54,” Chase said all of a sudden.
Jackie and Marvin looked at him. “Chase?” Jackie asked. “How...do you know—”
“Trust me, I know,” Chase said. He was deliberately not looking at either of them. “It’s better than you guys looking for a video that’s not up anymore.”
Marvin looked confused, but Jackie’s eyes suddenly widened. He entered the timestamp into the space for the password, and the game instantly loaded up the next level. He looked over at Chase. “Hey...”
“Let’s just get through this next level, okay?” Chase cut him off.
Jackie stared at him a while longer, then nodded.
The last level had red stone walls, and took until 4:45 to complete. This time, the YOU WIN! screen didn’t have a space to enter a password, but instead a few lines of binary. Jackie sighed, then began typing the binary into the online translator by hand. Once translated, it turned out to be more hexadecimal code. Translating that once again let to an address: 25 Waverly Street.
“We only have an hour and a twenty minutes left,” Jackie said, rubbing his eyes.
“We could just...not go,” Marvin suggested. “What do we have left to lose if...no one else is...” He went silent.
“I don’t know,” Jackie said. “But I don’t want to find out. And honestly, at this point I wouldn’t be surprised if this guy had sniper rifles trained on us to take us out if we stop playing along.”
“Then we better get going,” Chase said, starting the car.
In a building in the center of the city, the gamemaster watched through cameras as a car pulled away from the curb and started speeding through city streets. He wasn’t about to lie; he was impressed. He honestly hadn’t been expecting Jackieboy to get this far.
But the question was if he would survive the final stage.
The gamemaster swiveled in his seat, turning his attention to another camera. He pressed a button activating an intercom. “Are you ready for the grand finale?” he asked. Though the intercom was two-way, there was no answer. He laughed to himself.
Just a quick test run of the crucial mechanisms, and then...the gamemaster glanced at the edge of his desk. A mask was dangling off the corner.
The gamemaster smiled. This was turning out to be so much more satisfying than he ever could’ve guessed.
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In this headcanon, I will be describing the reworking of Loki’s origins to correspond with God of War 2018. After playing the game, I was hit with a massive wave of inspiration because the game is genuinely very accurate to Norse mythology and it explains a lot of quirks about Loki that both Marvel and Norse myth have failed to explain or elaborate on.
Just to name a few, the new additions to Loki’s backstory offer insight into:
i. Why Loki is the God of Fire despite being a Frost Giant, as Kratos was the Greek God of Fire who often wielded the element in battle. Loki’s development of fire came directly from their father.
ii. Why Loki is so small in comparison to other Frost Giants. Always described as a runt, the true reason that Loki was born so small is because they are only half Jotun and their mother had taken up the form of a mortal at the time of conception and birth. Mixed in with Kratos originally being part mortal as well, it makes sense that Loki’s size would not match that of a typical Jotun.
iii. The event in MCU that seemingly erased so many people’s memories of Odin’s horrific and bloody past ( aka, what is discussed in Thor Ragnarök ). Living through one cycle of Ragnarök gave him the ability to alter his course in life without people noticing or questioning.
iv. Why Baldur is never mentioned. Baldur is Odin’s eldest son and yet, is never mentioned or discussed. Why? Because he already died to ignite a cycle of Ragnarök. Most people don’t remember him.
v. Why Odin is so incredibly desperate to keep control over Loki. He’s already experienced a cycle of Ragnarök because of him and he wants so badly to stop it from happening again. Though this is something I’ve already touched on for years, because Ragnarök happened once, Odin’s motivation is even more dire.
vi. Why Laufey is always described as Loki’s mother in mythology where Marvel claims Laufey is Loki’s father instead and never actually discusses the other parent.
And, in all honesty, after playing the game, I felt a strong connection to the story it presented, one that could easily feed into the timeline I’ve already set in place for Loki, so I decided I was going to do some updating. I haven’t had this strong of an emotional response to something in a long time and this just came so naturally to me, I couldn’t ignore the urge to do the crossover.
A game where Loki’s actually a good guy and ultimately the hero, that calls Odin on all of his bullshit, won game of the year in 2018 and if that ain’t incredible, I don’t know what is. I saw so much of how I’ve been writing Loki for years in how the game portrayed Atreus because it focused on his knack for storytelling and his love of animals and how empathetic he truly is. All those little details resonated with me. It made my heart sing, so my updates will act accordingly.
Many years ago, deep in the forests of Viking Age Scandinavia, a seemingly mortal couple married and had an incredibly special child.
The father, Kratos, son of Zeus, a Spartan warrior, and the bringer of the end to so many deities that made up the Greek pantheon migrated and took to a life that was not his own. Seeking the life of a common mortal over the corruption of godhood, he found himself far away from home and further still from the memories he believed were better left forgotten.
The mother, Laufey, although blessed with powerful Seidr that kept even the most powerful enemies at bay, hid the truth of her origins as she wandered Midgard, claiming to be nothing more than a human witch. In reality, the woman hailed from Jotunheim, the land of the Frost Giants. Laufey wasn’t just any Jotun either, but the rightful ruler of the realm. She watched as war broke out between the Aesir and the Vanir, a war that quickly spread throughout Yggdrasil and left no realm untouched. Jotunheim did everything within its power to keep Asgard out of their realm, quickly marking themselves as a powerful adversary and painting them as a target. While Laufey wished to stay with her people, her realm was dying, and she could do nothing to save them by sitting on a throne.
With a burden resting heavily upon her shoulders and the gift of foresight, she saw a future that included a husband and a child, the foundation of salvation for not only her people but all the realms. Her purpose took her to Midgard in the disguise of an average-yet-beautiful young woman with porcelain flesh, vivid emerald eyes, and dark, ebony hair.
Not long after the pair’s first meeting, they fell in love, and quickly after that, Laufey gave birth to a redheaded child with her jewel-toned eyes. She wanted to name the newborn Loki, as she had already been calling the child Loki in her visions for years. Even her people knew the child-to-be as Loki. Kratos, however, wished to name the child Atreus, after a Spartan warrior who died in battle protecting his own, a man that Kratos admired and daresay even loved.
They decided to give the child both names, one from his father and one from his mother.
Loki ( Atreus ) spent most of his younger years with his mother. Kratos spent many days and nights away, hunting, often leaving Laufey to look after Loki on her own. She did so without complaint, enjoying the company of her beautiful baby more than even the most loving and attentive mother could. As much as her love ran deeply, though, she often found herself fearful to leave Loki’s side. He would grow up to be one of the most important people of their time, but her foresight did not offer her insight into the complications.
As a small child, Loki suffered greatly from illness, often left weak with a fever, unable to get out of bed. Sometimes, the ailment grew so severe that Laufey feared losing her child, though as Loki grew older, he grew stronger as well. Still, his ailment never seemed to fully disappear, but the risk of loss of life faded over time.
Laufey never got to see her son grow up, as she passed away when he was still quite young. Old enough to learn to hunt, read, and recite stories, but much too young to be without his mother. Especially when left with a father who, in Loki’s eyes, did not want him. Kratos was never around, hardly spoke to him, and did not seem to hold much interest in holding a relationship with him. He didn’t understand why his father remained so distant, didn’t know of the hardships that plagued the God of War, or how fearful he was of being a father without Laufey at his side.
Shortly after his mother’s funeral, as Kratos and Loki gathered Laufey’s ashes and discussed a journey to spread them across the highest mountain peak in Yggdrasil, Odin’s son turned up on their doorstep. Baldur, Odin’s eldest ( and at the time, only ) son came looking for Laufey under Odin’s orders. Odin, the “All-father” and King of Asgard, became obsessed with obtaining as much information about the future as he possibly could so he could prevent Ragnarök and therefore, his own death. Laufey, a powerful sorceress with a natural gift for predicting the future as well as Jotunheim’s rightful heir stood as a prize and a threat for the Hanged God.
Upon seeing that Kratos lived in a modest home with not one, but two beds, Baldur, a God blessed and cursed by his mother so he could never be harmed but, in turn, could never feel anything, became obsessed with hunting Kratos and uncovering what the God so desperately wished to hide. He’d believed he was looking for a sorceress to steal away and take back to Odin, but what he found ran much, much deeper.
After being discovered, Kratos and Loki ( who Kratos insisted on calling Atreus or, even more commonly, “boy” ), were forced to leave their home, lest they sit and wait patiently for the slaughter Odin’s brood was sure to deliver. Unsure of what they should or even what they could do, they turned to the one goal they both shared. Pay respects to Loki’s mother by granting her final wish of spreading her ashes across the tallest peak in Yggdrasil. Foolishly, they believed that to be a nearby mountain, but as they finally reached the tip of said mountain, they came face-to-face with Mimir, the Smartest Man Alive, as he described himself, instead. Trapped in a tree that grew around and threw him by Odin, he had no real means of escape and was kept there for when Odin could make use of him.
Mimir informed them that the tallest peak in Yggdrasil was not, in fact, on Midgard and, instead, on Jotunheim, but all pathways to the realm had been sealed many years prior. Mimir begged and pleaded with Kratos and Loki, promising to help them get to Jotunheim in exchange for chopping off his head. Contained and tortured by Odin, he claimed it would be a kind service and if they knew someone gifted in Seidr, his head could be reanimated, and his knowledge could still be of use.
They took Mimir’s head to a witch they met earlier in their travels, a woman whose identity would not be revealed to them for some time. Eventually, they learned that the witch’s name was Freya, a Vanir Goddess who married and later left Odin. The very same Goddess who blessed and cursed her son, Baldur, the man relentlessly hunting them on behalf of his father. Gifted with powerful magic but cursed with the inability to do any harm to others, Odin banished her to Midgard for breaking away from him. She developed a soft spot for Kratos and Loki. Her maternal nature bled into the young boy, often wishing to help or even protect him. She willingly helped them reanimate Mimir’s head and later, as Loki once again fell victim to his severe ailment that plagued him throughout his life, she lent her aid again. This time, though, she informed Kratos that his ailment was rooted in the lies that Kratos constantly reinforced on his child, insisting that Loki was mortal rather than allowing him to flourish as the young God he actually was.
The power of a God attempting to flow freely through the body of a small child who believed themselves mortal created a psychological barrier that resulted in sickness any time godlike power bubbled up to the surface.
Forced to save his child and own up to his falsehoods, Kratos told Loki the truth of his existence. Well, he learned half of the truth. The story of his mother would not come until the end of their journey, but they still had many hardships to face before they could venture to Jotunheim. Resources were collected to open a pathway to Jotunheim, multiple realms visited and explored, and one particularly annoying God who kept cropping up everywhere they went, hunting them.
Eventually forced to face down Baldur for a final time, Loki threw himself between Baldur and his father before the Odinson could deliver a finishing blow. Freya looked on in horror as she pleaded with her son, attempting to talk him down from his chosen path, but Baldur struck the boy who fell back against his father, struggling for breath but mostly unharmed. As Baldur stepped back, he found the shaft of a green arrow lodged into the palm of his hand, and he marveled at it because, for the first time in a century, he could actually feel it.
Why? Mistletoe. The arrow had been crafted of mistletoe and presented to Loki as a gift. Kratos used a piece of one of the arrow’s shafts to fix the strap of Loki’s quiver so it would sit properly across his chest after snapping. And mistletoe, as we all know, was the one substance that could actually do harm to Baldur, the one substance that Loki had been foretold to use to kill Baldur and bring about Ragnarök. The substance that could break Freya’s spell and make Baldur vulnerable again.
Despite Freya’s best efforts, Loki and Kratos killed her son before he could kill either of them. The father and son were prepared to leave Baldur alive, believing he’d been beaten without death, and that they needed to be better than the murderous Gods who came before them. As Baldur attacked his own mother, however, they realized they had no choice but to put an end to him.
With Baldur defeated and the immediate threat dealt with, they were finally able to make their trip to Jotunheim to spread Laufey’s ashes. They found the realm bleak, empty, and devoid of life, but they also found a mural depicting the journey they’d been on together after Laufey’s passing. For the first time, they both came to realize that Laufey had been hiding something as well, that she was no mortal blessed with Seidr, but a Frost Giant from a realm far from their tiny home. She predicted her child’s life and what he would accomplish and as he spread her ashes from the top of the tallest mountain, his magic traveled freely with her, dusting across the realm.
Killing Baldur, however, marked the beginning of Ragnarök. No one had been prepared for it, as it had not been prophesized for many more years, but Baldur’s death ensured the beginning of the end was upon them, the very thing that Odin feared the most and desperately wished to keep from happening.
Ragnarök, however, was not an end to everything, but a cycle. Loki would bring about an event that changed everything and those who were lost would be reborn. Intentional or not, the waves were in motion and Odin, though prideful and arrogant, was no fool. Stopping it would not be possible, but enduring and surviving Ragnarök and breaking the cycle so it would never come again? Now that could very well be accomplished if he played the game well enough.
It was this event that brought about the change in Odin’s demeanor, why he went from a bloodthirsty conqueror at war with every realm who refused to aid or support him to a “benevolent God” who wished to unite the realms. Ragnarök gave Odin a fresh start, it allowed him to craft and rebuild and bury his past sins under a road paved in gold. It explained why so many throughout all of Yggdrasil seemingly forgot all that transpired prior to Loki’s appearance on Asgard.
As for Loki, though? He could not risk killing the boy. If Loki died in Ragnarök, Loki would be reborn and Odin would have no way of guaranteeing that he would find the child again to prevent the next cycle of Ragnarök from occurring. No, in order to keep the same from happening again, Odin needed to control Loki rather than destroy him. Thus, the All-father descended upon the boy and his father, ripping Loki from Kratos and retreating back to Asgard where he stole the child’s memories and turned to raise Loki as his own, where he would always be able to keep Loki on a short leash. Where Loki could exist as a tool that Odin could use and siphon power from, but could never be used to harm him or his own again.
#( storiesofwildfire headcanon ) chaos is about that which is possible#c; kratos#c; odin#( side muse ) laufey#index; loki#filed under; affiliates#filed under; headcanons
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The Freshman: Book 2-11c
The Freshman Book 2-11c Chapter 11c: Stronger
***Labeled as 2-11c in my masterlist - new chapters added to include more***
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Disclaimer: The following are fics (adaptations from actual game chapters AND original works) to Choices: The Freshman series. It is a fictional adaptation. I do not work for Pixelberry Studios, the game developer or own the rights to the characters Chris Powell, Nicole or any other IN GAME character. All of the ORIGINAL characters, storylines and events were developed, by me, for this adaptation of The Freshman story.
Comments: I enjoyed playing Choices: The Freshman… But it needed more. I’ve included certain things that aren’t really full fic size in order to add more substance to the story. I ALSO have quite a few full size fics throughout. I wanted to see MC and Chris through their college years, and more… with additional angst, fluff, sweetness, real life and overall detail - so here you go.
Word Count: 10,927
NSFW moments in some chapters - Mature Readers Only Please
Paring: MC x Chris
POV: ~MC~ or ~Chris~
~MC~
The leggy freshman nuzzles into her pillow, her movements making the unique scent of one Chris Powell float into her face. She takes a deep breath, her eyes still closed as she begins to wake up. Her eyes crack open and she remembers why her boyfriend’s scent is so strong as a long, heavy arm tightens around her middle. Ethan and Steph made it to Hartfeld about an hour after their last text communication the night before, and she insisted they take her room this time.
One, it was clean, and two, it wouldn't have any possible germs in it. Ethan didn't argue with her this time, instead giving her a wide smile as he thanked her and dropped their bags next to her bed. MC hadn’t felt ill or anything close to it, but she didn't want to risk the possibility of their friends picking something up during their visit.
MC knew how busy Ethan and Steph usually were, but was grateful they took the time to visit. Chris was right when he said he would get a little crazy if confined for too long. She had slipped out from under his weight when their arrival text came through, quietly letting them in the suite before her boyfriend’s cranky, rough voice interrupted their conversation at the door.
She smiles against the pillow as she recalls how his face scrunched up with irritation for being left alone, then for not being informed of their arrival. Once the Boston College pair arrived, MC was unable to keep Chris from insisting they get some food and hang out for a few more hours before Ethan forced his hand and ending the evening by retiring to MC’s room with Steph.
Chris gave in then, his tired frame finally showing his exhaustion as he gave MC a goofy grin. “Okay, I’ll go to bed now.”
Still smiling, she turns over in the bed and faces her quarterback. His face was previously pressed against her shoulder blades, but her movements placed him directly in front of her chest. Without opening his eyes, Chris pulled her closer, burrowing his nose into the warm space between her breasts. Unsure if he was awake at first, MC let out a soft laugh when he sighed once and started snoring lightly into her shirt.
She runs her hands through his hair while glancing at the clock on his desk to see what time it was. The night before, Chris had insisted in getting up early, possibly working out with Ethan or taking them out for a big breakfast, but he missed the silent conversation that occurred between the other three.
During Chris’s theoretical planning, Steph flashed two full hands for Ethan and MC, indicating 10 a.m. as a good start time for the morning. Ethan wrapped his arm around her shoulders and kissed her temple as MC gave them both a quick nod and a small smile. She was thankful they were there to back her up.
It was almost 9:40 a.m. and Chris was dead to the world. She runs her hand though his hair a few more times as she remembers how insistent he was at getting up early to visit with their friends. He needed this time though, this rest. They all knew it; Chris just wouldn't admit it.
He begins to stir next to her, rubbing his nose into her warm shirt and tightening his grip around her body. MC reaches up and rests her wrist on his forehead, sighing with relief when he feels like his normal self. Chris was naturally warm, so it was a little unsettling when he had a fever. She wasn't used to someone feeling like they had been walking on the sun when they had a high temperature like that. His head rolls back and she looks down to find two very sleepy blue eyes peering at her as a smile slowly slides across his lips.
“Morning, beautiful.” His voice is rough, raspy from sleep and the occasional coughing from the day before.
MC smiles back and kisses his forehead, making him grin until he opens his eyes wider, finally seeing how bright the light from the window is as it illuminates his room. “Wait, what time is it?”
“It’s almost 9:50.” She says, wrapping her leg over his hip to hold him to her in hopes to slow him down.
Chris jerks a little and tries to sit up, frowning at MC when he feels her resistance and lays back down. “What are you doing… Ethan and Steph are--”
“Not even up yet. Or at least not out of my room yet.” She says simply, loosening her hold on him as she feels him relax from her words.
“Huh? But we said last nig--”
MC cuts him off with a sweet smile. “No, you said, but the rest of us planned for 10-ish so someone could get some rest.”
Chris’s eyes search hers and she nods. “Yep. Now, let's get you some calories and figure out the rest of the day.”
He grins and pulls her quickly into his chest, making her squeal from the abrupt move as he wraps all of his limbs around her this time, kissing the top of her head. “You look good enough to eat. Does that count?”
She bites his chest and he sucks in a sharp breath as he recoils, making her smirk. “What was that?”
Chris shoots her a weak glare and snorts, making them both laugh. “Alright woman, let’s go… Ethan usually gets up earlier than I do yanno.”
Zack, Steph and MC worked in the kitchen to make enough food to feed the suite. Kaitlyn made a brief appearance, greeting the guests and thanking the trio for making breakfast. Zack had been the one to knock on her door that morning, after seeing MC glance down the hall when her door was the only one still closed. Their unusually quiet friend ended up taking her plate back to her room and shutting the door once more, causing the suite-mates to share a round of frowns and small sighs.
~Chris~
They decided to turn their attention back to their guests, the group taking turns telling funny stories from home about their family and friends. Abbie made everyone laugh when she told a few about the friendly pranks she and her sister used to do to each other. She made sure to emphasize that they used to, because one day their dad got caught in the crossfire, and the embarrassment on his face when one of their bras ended up on his head was enough to call a truce.
Ethan started telling a story involving his younger brothers Donny and Declan, including Chris’s brother Kyle since they were usually together. The Hartfeld quarterback briefly interrupted to point out that Declan is basically a mini Ethan, and his own brother Kyle was an even more reserved version of Declan. The two were the same age and were often attached at the hip, much to Chris and Ethan’s delight.
Chris has always hoped that they would grow as close as he and Ethan had over the years, making their own unbreakable brother-from-another-mother bond. He frowns for a second when he thinks about Ryan, their missing link in their Cherryfield trifecta. He gets a sudden urge to visit Coach Cohen and check on the possibility that he will actually get to transfer to Hartfeld his sophomore year.
A loud round of laughter interrupts his spiraling thoughts, snapping him back to the present where Ethan is finishing his story. He was telling the group about a time where his youngest brother Donny just about ruined a school project that Kyle and Declan had spent weeks on.
“He is clearly taking advantage of being the youngest. The kid gets away with just about anything.”
Chris laughs. “You sound a little jealous there Clark.”
Ethan snorts, raising his eyebrow at Chris as Steph laughs and places her hand on his thigh as they sit together on the couch. “Yeah? Well, between you, Hawkins, and Donny… let’s just say the entire town of Cherryfield has paid its dues.”
“Hurtful Clark, hurtful.” Chris places his hand on his chest a little too hard, doing his best not to outright cough from the jarring impact. The last thing he wanted to do was draw attention to his condition.
Chris was feeling better, but even he could tell how tired it had made him. Everyone had been too distracted to mention it, especially MC, and he wants to keep it that way. He has things to do, places to go, and many things to accomplish over the next week or two. Most importantly, he was getting a little behind on his presidential campaign and he was not going to let Sebastian take the lead without a fight. Someone had to stand up to people like him.
He looks down at his hands for a moment as the group continues to talk, thinking about his odds of actually winning the election. Sebastian was hard to stand next to. He was highly educated, had way more worldly experience, was well spoken, and clearly used to getting his way. He had made it clear that Chris was just about his complete opposite, making the freshman quarterback feel the pressure to put in double, possibly triple the effort to keep up.
His eyes shoot around the small shared space with some anxiety and MC frowns as her eyes meet his. Without drawing the others attention, she leans over, placing her hand on his as she whispers into his ear. “You okay babe?”
Chris fully turns to face her, seeing the concern in her eyes before he gives her a genuine smile back, all previous worry and anxieties evaporating. “Perfect.”
He reaches up and slides his fingertips across her cheek before tucking a strand of loose hair behind her ear. “Just thinking.”
“About the campaign.” She assumes correctly.
The tall freshman laughs softly, almost forgetting there were others in the room. “How do you always know…”
She smirks and he feels his chest tighten, his eyes drifting down to stare at her lips, wishing he could cover them with his own this very second. It had been too long since he had tasted her. This being sick stuff was for the damn birds.
“How is that going by the way?” Steph interrupts his distracted thoughts, making them both turn to look at their friends.
“Oh, uh… well, slow at the moment since I’ve been detained.” Chris laughs softly as he glances at MC’s unamused expression, doing his best to not cough as he takes a deep breath.
“Well, we’re here. How can we help?” Ethan offers and Steph nods enthusiastically, the excitement evident on her face.
Zack grins widely at them both before turning to face Chris and MC. “Count me in too. Sebastian is going down.”
Abbie and Tyler share a sweet smile before they nod in unison. “Us too.”
Chris looks around the room, the corner of his lips curling slightly. “Thanks you guys. I really…” He swallows as he feels his nose burn a little, quickly standing to shift the mood and get things moving. “I really appreciate it.”
MC also stands and snakes her arm around his waist, followed by Ethan who then reaches over and pats him on the shoulder. “That’s what family is for. So what’s the plan man?”
Zack and the follow suit. “Yeah, Cap… let’s do this thing.”
The group makes up a list of promotional tactics and splits up. Abbie heads up the visual pieces, planning posters, flyers and more with the help of Tyler. He becomes really excited when he comes up with the idea of a campaign video, saying he was sure he could get Edgar to help.
Zack proclaims he will be managing Chris’s social media accounts, holding out his hand and motioning for Chris to give him his phone. “I need to know all of your logins. I’m already behind. We should have started this the day Sebastian was kicked out.”
Chris laughs and glances at MC. Seeing her face he grins and shrugs, fully trusting his shorter friend with anything, as he knew MC also did. Zack was the friend that would keep your darkest secrets, forever. Something he had actually already proven many times over their short friendship.
“I only have an Instagram and Facebook account…” He grimaces when he sees Zack’s mouth fall open in shock.
“What.”
“I don't really use them… I just… I look at pictures some people post.” His eyes shift, searching for MC’s briefly, noticing her tuck her bottom lip between her teeth when she realizes he specifically means her. “Sometimes.” He clears his throat and looks back at Zack.
“Okay, I can fix this. One Twitter account coming up… I might even make a blog to track your progress and help with promotions.” He chews on his thumbnail for a second. “Just need to figure out which platform. Ugh, Tumblr has been such a mess lately…” He continues to mumble to himself and the others snicker as he goes back to his spot on the couch as if they no longer existed.
Ethan nods. “I have an idea.” He turns to Steph, “I think your experience can really help with it, if you wouldn't mind.”
She stands straighter, doing her best to match his height as she gives him a tiny salute. “Wonder Woman at your service.”
Chris glances towards the tall blonde at his side and beams when he sees her try not to stare at the couple across from them as she grins like a fool. He loves the way she… well, loves. He always knew her heart was big, but she continues to surprise him more each day. MC was tough in a lot of ways, but she was also one of the most caring people he had ever met. He loves that about her.
She actually reminded him a little of his grandmother Louise. They both kept him on his toes, kept him motivated and made him smile. Chris loved his grandmother deeply, though she also scared the hell out of him on occasion. He and his siblings learned at an early age to never leave food they put on their plates, because if they did, they would end up sitting there until it was finished, or it was time for bed.
He realized as he got older that it was just one of her many ways to teach them restraint, to help them make solid decisions and plan ahead, instead of reacting without thinking things through. It became less of an issue for him personally as he grew thought, usually unable to get enough food most of the time thanks to his never ending physically demanding activities.
Even to this day, he will silently motion to his siblings with his chin when his grandmother isn't looking so they can quickly rake their leftovers onto his plate, finishing them off without her becoming wise. Something tells him that MC would know when he did it though. His grin grows as he thinks about introducing his girlfriend to his family. He really can't wait, already feeling that she would fit right in.
Chris shakes MC a little, his hand tightening on her side as she looks into his eyes and blushes from being caught. “Sorry.”
Chris shakes his head. “Don’t ever say sorry for that.”
Her brow furrows a little. “For what…”
He leans closer and kisses her temple as he speaks just loud enough for her to hear. “For being you.”
They break apart when Ethan clears his throat. “Steph and I are going to work on our idea for a few… what do you guys say about meeting back up for a late lunch?” He glances around the group and once all attention is on him he continues. “To regroup with our ideas and progress so far?”
MC nods and clasps her hands together. “Great idea. We can all meet at the campus cafe in a few hours if that works for everyone...”
They all agree and take off in different directions, Chris catching his phone when Zack tosses it back at him, mumbling about having his work cut out for him as he heads to his room for his laptop.
MC suggests Chris show his face around campus, stopping by popular places such as the cafe, the campus library, the recreation center, and other popular Hartfeld locations to meet more of the student body. Chris watches as she gets more excited with each mentioned stop while reaching for their jackets near the suite door.
When she pauses and frowns Chris can't help but frown also as he steps closer, gently holding her shoulders between his wide hands. “What’s wrong beautiful?”
She shifts her pursed lips to one side as she looks into his eyes. “I just realized you walking around in the cold might not be the best idea.”
Chris smiles and takes her jacket, holding it open for her. “I’m okay MC. Remember, I’m used to much worse weather-wise… and we will be inside most of the time. Brief moments in the cool air won't kill me.”
Her eyes search his and his smile widens. “Seriously. This is a great idea. I need to move around more after the last few days, and I’m feeling alright… scouts honor.”
MC’s eyes narrow. “You weren't a scout...”
His right eyebrow lifts, “You sure ‘bout that, baby?”
~MC~
She tilts her head and continues to study his face, making him chuckle and continue before she can ask. “Come on Miss Cherry. We’ve got work to do.”
They make their rounds across campus, introducing themselves and their purpose as they build new relationships and let students voice their concerns. MC takes notes as Chris asks questions and listens to each student’s ideas. She watches as he honestly digests their words, his eyes focused on each individual as he puts genuine effort into his campaign.
Pride. MC was full of it as she watches him work so hard, doing his best to meet everyone he can, introducing himself to complete strangers and putting himself out there over and over again. She wasn't sure she could do it if the roles were reversed. She always felt fairly confident, but there was something about meeting strangers, especially one after the other after the other, and baring herself like he was doing that made her heart skip a beat. It made her body hot, almost sweaty with apprehension. Sure, she had learned how to to be seen in and give public speeches over the years, but it never felt as natural as it looked with Chris.
The more she watches, the more inspired she becomes. MC is so proud of him. Watching him in action begins to make her feel invincible herself. Especially with him by her side. Ethan, Ryan, Zack… they were all right. He was Captain Steve Rogers. A natural leader.
Just then, as if she said his name, Chris turns and looks at her when the last student walks away, giving her a small anxious smile. “Think it’s going okay?”
He just needs to believe in himself.
MC gives him a huge smile, almost making her cheeks hurt from the pressure. “Sebastian has no idea what’s coming.”
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Just as planned, the group of friends regroup at the cafe for lunch a few hours later. Each give an update on their accomplishments so far, making MC so proud to have them as friends. Abbie and Tyler had designed a few started flyers and posters. They even decorated a few donation jars and a handful of basic “Chris Powell for President” notices to leave in the local shops and other popular campus locations. They gave out what they had to the rest of the group, instructing them to spread everything around to places they knew well.
Zack grins as he picks one up and walks straight towards the cafe counter. Brandon tilts his head as his curly haired boyfriend approaches, taking the jar from him without a word and proudly placing it in the most prominent spot near the register.
The shorter freshman turns towards their table and nods sharply as Brandon chuckles behind him. “One down. Now, how many more do we have…”
They continue to work on their ideas, coming up with plans on how to raise some extra funds while making the best of what they had currently. Tyler updates everyone on Edgar’s masterpiece, or that's what he started calling it anyway. When Tyler tried to help, Edgar insisted that he had it covered, and it would be better than any presidential campaign that ever was. Tyler complied, moving on to work on where the video would play across campus and local shops.
Zack proudly informs Chris that he’s now active on all popular social platforms. He had taken the liberty of posting some information already and setting up more to post on a schedule. Advising Chris that he was going to have to add more himself, Zack reassured him that he would be there to help and ghostwrite as needed. MC leans across the small table and crushes her best friend in a serious hug as the last word falls from his lips.
He laughs at pats her back a few times. “I just want you to know that we’re going back to that vintage clothing shop some point in the next week or two as a reward for all of this work.”
She can’t help but laugh as she releases him and sits back down before flashing him a broad smile with a wink. “Pulling my leg… but deal.”
Steph perks up. “Oh, what about a vintage clothing shop?”
They make quick plans to swing by and show Steph that afternoon or the next day before she and Ethan head back to Boston. Ethan arches an eyebrow and Steph playfully rolls her eyes when she notices, turning the conversation back to the task at hand. She had done her magic as requested, using her connections from Boston College to reach out to local organizations and set up some volunteer work for Chris over the next few weeks in the name of Hartfeld.
MC watches as Ethan’s eyes stay focused on the strawberry blonde next to him. The Hartfeld freshman’s lips occasionally curl at the ends, unable to tear her gaze away, watching the red-head’s gaze adoringly glide across the fair face next to him. Feeling the side of her own face burning, MC turns towards the source and finds a pair of beautiful blues focused on her with just about the same expression.
She sits back suddenly, her face instantly warm at being caught staring once again. Chris just chuckles and lowers his arm from the back of the bench to drape across her shoulders, pulling her into his side as she leans closer, burying her embarrassed face into his shoulder.
After a quick kiss to the top of her head, she sits up and they focus on all the connections Steph had made over the last few hours. MC writes down as much as she can, making sure to ask Steph to review it later once they are back in the suite so she doesn’t miss anything.
Ethan finally manages to tear his eyes from her when she finishes and faces Chris. “I also spoke with Coach Cohen.”
~Chris~
The Hartfeld quarterback leans forward, curious where this is going. “Ayuh?”
Ethan nods, glancing at Steph briefly, the expression on their faces making Chris’s eyes narrow with curiosity for a moment before the thoughts leave in a flash. His red-headed friend looks around the group slowly before his gaze rests back on his best friend.
“I remembered something we did at Cherryfield one time and mentioned it to Coach briefly when I went to talk to him earlier.”
Chris’s brow furrows as he tries to think back, nodding slowly as Ethan proceeds to tell them all about briefly talking with Cohen and how he asked to meet up again later in the afternoon once he had worked some things out.
When Chris asks what it was about, Ethan just smiles and shakes his head. “You’ll see.” He tilts his wrist to see his watch. “But we’ve got to get going soon if we’re going to make it in time.”
Fully trusting his friend, Chris nods and stands to leave. The others being to do the same and he reaches over, surprising Abbie as he pulls her into a big hug. A rush of air leaves her lips from the force of it and he laughs, stepping back as he holds her shoulders between his large hands.
“Sorry Abbs, I forget how hard I hug and stuff sometimes.”
She laughs softly and pushes her hair up and out of her face. “It’s okay Chris. Tyler kind of steps on me all the time.”
Her boyfriend moves next to her as his mouth falls open. “I do not.” He frowns when he sees her serious expression. “Tell me I do not...”
Abbie’s eyebrow arches and he groans. “Really?”
Zack snort-laughs as he moves to Abbie’s other side, now standing across from MC as he glances at his raven-haired friend. “Well, you step on me. So yeah… odds are in Abbie’s favor.”
Tyler grimaces at Zack before shifting his gaze over and giving her an apologetic smile. “I’m so sorry.”
She laughs and hugs him, placing a quick kiss on Tyler’s cheek. “It’s okay. I’ve learned how to move around you and Chris.”
Zack laughs. “Uh, we all have.”
Chris tries to turn his smile into a pouting frown as he turns to his girlfriend, hoping she will deny the claims. “MC...”
She gives him an awkward smile and shrugs, making him laugh and pull her into his chest while playfully pretending to step on her feet and making her squawk into his shirt. He’s pretty sure he doesn't actually step all over people, generally very aware of his surroundings and the people in them. Especially MC. Chris always knows where she is, or rather where she isn't. It was something he realized he could feel in his core soon after their first kiss on the roof.
He also knows that she will take any chance to screw with him. Digging his fingers into her ticklish sides, he grins when he feels her jerk against him, her muffled squeal soaking into the fabric of his shirt. Tyler starts laughing and holds out his hand.
Chris peels one arm from her body and firmly shakes it. “Thank you guys… and Tyler, thank Edgar for me too would ya?”
“Oh, he has already told me he will let me know what his desired payment is for his contribution.” Tyler sighs and laughs anxiously. “I’m almost a little scared to ask to be honest.”
Zack cackles and high fives Chris’s same free hand on his way out before turning towards Tyler. “You just had to befriend him, didn't you Tyler… I told you that first week he was an odd one, but yooooou didn't listen.”
Tyler and Abbie wave goodbye as they pass the others and he scoffs at Zack. “What are you talking about? You told me that he was a character, and we should all have characters in our lives…”
Their conversation trails off as they leave the cafe. Chris shakes his head and glances at Ethan. “So, where are we going?”
It didn't take long for the four students to arrive at the Hartfeld Knight’s practice field. When they walked in and Chris saw the entire team sitting on the benches he turns to Ethan, finding his friend still looking forward as they walk closer, but with a small smirk in place now.
“What are you up to Clark?”
Ethan shakes his head. “It’s not me Chris.”
He gestures in front of them and Coach Cohen turns from his position facing the full benches to greet them.
The young Head Coach of Hartfeld University extends his open hand and Chris automatically takes it. “Powell. It’s good to see you out and about again. I was starting to worry...” He turns his head slightly to look at MC with a thankful smile. “...but it looks like I had no reason to.”
Chris turns to look at his girlfriend as his hand falls back to his side after they shake. Nudging her gently with his shoulder she turns and gives him a tiny smile and he can’t help but grin wildly. “Yeah, I’ve got the best family a guy could ask for.”
Cohen nods with a wide smile and pats Chris on the right shoulder. “I agree, and speaking of family…” He grips the same shoulder enough to pivot the tall freshman to face the stands, placing his other hand on Ethan’s left shoulder as he raises his voice. “Who here is ready to help Powell with the Student Council campaign this week?”
Chris watches in amazement as the stands erupt with loud cheers and yells. Each of his teammates from this season, along with their partners, roommates, best friends and more, stand and add to the deafening roar. His mouth falls open with shock as he takes the time to look at each and every one of them, astonished by the devoted support they each are ready to provide. He lets out a breathy laugh and turns to look past Coach to where Ethan and Steph both stand.
The Hartfeld quarterback can't help but laugh once more, mouthing “Thanks man.” to Ethan, who smiles so hard his eyes disappear as he nods back.
He then turns and looks to his left, finding a pair of large hazel eyes already focused on his. Chris swallows hard and takes a deep breath. His chest was heavy all of a sudden.
~MC~
Her eyes search his, moving back and forth as she watches him try to contain the love and joy she can see shining in his beautiful blue eyes. Chris was ridiculously happy, but also obviously stunned by their tremendous gesture. To do her best to ease the increasing pressure building inside, MC quickly reaches up to grasp his face between her hands and kisses him. Hard.
Chris laughs as she releases him just as fast, blinking a few times to regain his composure as he gives her a thankful smile. She knows he’s truly stunned when he doesn't get upset about their first real kiss in days, thanks to his being sick. MC can see then, that he believes it’s really happening. That this group is ready to help him in any way they can. They both turn to smile at the cheering stands, her own chest heavy with appreciation as she does her best to memorize as many faces as possible.
Without a second thought, MC pumps her left fist into the air and yells. “GO KNIGHTS!”
Ethan, Steph and Cohen do it only a fraction of a second later, causing the stands to tremble with enthusiastic response, each student mirroring their actions and words. “GOOOOOO KNIIIIIIGHTS!”
Chris starts laughing, his entire body shaking as he flashes all of his teeth in the largest smile MC has seen to date. His eyes sparkle as he laughs, the blue pair shifting across the group in front of them before they land back on MC. His astonished expression makes her breath catch as she struggles to breathe as he holds her gaze with his.
He wraps his arms around her and spins them around, lifting her feet from the ground as he kisses the top of her head as he places her back down before thrusting his right fist in the air. “HARTFELD!”
“HARTFEEEEEEELD!” The crowd yells back.
“Let’s do this! Let’s show Hartfeld what really matters!” Chris roars, stepping forward a bit as MC moves to stand back to the side with Ethan and Steph. Her face hurts from the enormous smile on her lips. She can feel her own heart beating rapidly in her chest, only able to imagine what his feels like right now.
She watches as Darren makes his way towards Chris from the first row of benches and turns to face the crowd as he throws his left arm over the freshman’s shoulder and yells. “Yeah! For the public school kids!” They cheer more and he continues. “For the athletes who love the game.” They cheer even louder.
Chris laughs and lays his right arm across Darren’s shoulders. “For the comic book nerds, the gamers, and the artists!”
Logan jumps down from the stands as Madison stands and begins clapping excitedly. He races towards the pair and spins to face the stands, throwing his arms wide. “For the dancers…” He swivels his hips and MC and Steph laugh as Cohen shakes his head and covers his eyes. “...and the lovers!”
Everyone laughs even more, banging on the bleachers. Everyone except Coach Cohen, who groans loudly instead. MC hears the disgust and glances over to see him rub his face with both hands as he shakes his head. She swears the corner of his lips curl as he tries to hide a smile though.
One of the Knight’s defensemen, MC believes his name is Mac, joins the growing group on the field and cups his hands over his mouth to project his deep voice towards the stands. “For the rock stars!”
MC jumps up suddenly and calls out. “For the bookish, the quiet kids... and the weirdos!”
Chris’s bright blue eyes find hers and he claps slowly, holding her gaze while smiling as he takes a few steps forward to separate himself from the guys and cause the crowd to refocus. MC silently laughs as he winks at her, making her toes tingle a little before he turns back to face the bleachers. They quite down some as he raises his voice once more, placing his hand on his chest as his smooth, deep tone projects easily across the area.
“Yes, yes. For all of those things… and more.” He pumps his fist once, knuckles white from the force of his grip.
“Let’s make sure Hartfeld stays a place for everyone. For anyone. This is a school for all types, not certain types.” He pats his chest forcefully as the group grows seriously silent. “This is our school!”
MC watches as he stands even straighter somehow, clenching both hands into fists before pumping his right one with each word for emphasis. “We. Are. Hartfeld!”
The group jumps up in a thundering roar once more, everyone rushing the field to join the small gathering on the lined turf. MC smiles and leans over to give Ethan a hug. “This was amazing… how did you know this would happen?”
A small smile crosses his lips as he returns the hug and turns to watch the excited mass of students surging a few feet away. “I didn't... but I know Chris.”
“He really is Cap.” MC says in awe as she follows Ethan’s gaze.
He laughs. “Maybe one day he’ll believe it too.”
“Impossible. That’s one of the defining qualities of Steve Rogers. He stands for many things while shunning the limelight.” Steph shrugs as she looks out across the crowd.
MC grins at her, reaching over suddenly to cup Steph’s face with both hands. “I think I love you.”
The shorter strawberry blonde laughs softly as MC briefly hugs her before joining the celebration, barely hearing Ethan mumble something to his girlfriend as MC searches for her tall, blue eyed Man of Justice.
~Chris~
The swirling forms and voices around him were exhilarating, but also exhausting. It had been a long day already and there was still so much to do, but he could feel how much it had drained his already sluggish body. Chris now needed to figure out how this group of thoughtful teammates and friends were going to help with the campaign, what his suite-mates needed to help finish the projects they started earlier in the day, and how he was going to manage all the volunteer work that he had lined up.
His chest starts to feel tight and his breath a little short as his mind continues to race through his immediate to-do list. He hasn’t considered the homework and assignments that would due in the next week on that list. His heart begins to race, the anxious feeling he’s grown familiar with over the years coming back suddenly, putting his world on a tilt.
The moment he sees them though, everything slows however. Two large, bright hazel eyes find his in the crowd and he feels like he can finally breathe again. The moment she reaches him and lays her hand on his, everything instantly rights itself. Time slows down as his lips stretch into a wide smile.
Her hands come up to cradle his face, her own expression mirroring his. Without a word he reaches around her, wrapping his arms tight and pulling her against his body. He hides his face in the crook of her neck, letting her hair feather over his face as he breathes deep. It was calming. She was his rock. She was his guiding star.
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After some quick organization of the large group, assignments and tasks are given out. Some will be on advertisement duty, handing out flyers and hanging posters around campus. Others will be on poll duty, collecting concerns, asking questions and getting a general feel for what the student body is looking for from their student council. Many sign up to help with the volunteer work Steph had setup, increasing the level of impact for the community and campus in the name of Chris Powell, Hartfeld’s future President. Others volunteer to make buttons and additional wearable merch to hand out with his name, picture and info on them.
He just needs to get the designs from Abbie, his unofficial head of marketing. MC takes more notes, gathering phone numbers, emails and other contact info for each group of volunteers so they can send instructions out as soon as possible. Chris thanks everyone, taking time to shake many hands and give friendly hugs. Many of the female students that were there took their time with the hugs, a few requiring Chris to physically peel himself from as they cling to his frame.
It was starting to make him feel uncomfortable, especially after a few particular students got too close for comfort. He knew it was clear to them that he was with MC, seeing how she kissed him in front of the bleachers just minutes earlier.
His eyes search for the only pair that can hold his own in an effort to find balance again. MC was by Steph, laughing about something the Boston College student said when he reaches over and threads his fingers through hers. She spins around and gives him a soft smile when her gaze lands on him.
He leans close and kisses her forehead, receiving a cute look of confusion in return. “Chris?”
Giving her hand a squeeze, he nods towards Ethan and Steph. “Let’s see if they are ready to go back.”
When he asks, the Boston couple tell him they have to make a stop first, but will be back at the suite soon, so not to wait for them. Chris nods and says his last goodbyes to the remaining students on the field. His eyes scan for anyone he might have missed, not wanting to be rude to anyone who offered to help.
That’s when he notices a few female students shooting little sneers and looks of judgement at MC as they whisper amongst themselves. He lets out a muted disgruntled snort and shakes his head, assuming he’s the only one who sees them, feeling sorry for the little group.
He was wrong.
When Chris turns to ask MC if she’s ready, he immediately notices the expression on her face. Her brow furrows a little, her eyes scanning the same handful of ugly expressions he just noticed. Chris feels his heart drop. Those girls don’t know anything about MC, but they are judging her because she was different from them, and even more because he’s with her.
It pissed him off.
They have no right to make her feel this way. She has worked so hard to help him with the campaign, she took care of him when he was sick, and has done so much more. He turns and narrows his eyes, shaking his head in disappointment at them when their eyes met his. Some look away guiltily, others hold their ground and try to make some type of point. Chris scoffs and turns to face MC, turning her to face him with his finger under her chin.
“Hey.” Her eyes find his and he sighs. “Don’t.”
MC tilts her head as her eyes study his. “Don’t?”
“Don’t let them in.”
“I’m not. I just… I don’t get it.” She shrugs and glances over to their last location, eyes searching once more.
A small smile slips across his lips as he makes her turn back to face him. “I do.”
She opens her mouth to ask what he means, but he shakes his head and grabs her hand instead, guiding her away from the crowd and towards the suite. They walk in silence until he feels they are far enough away from the remaining group. Chris reaches into his pocket and pulls out his ear buds, connecting it to his phone before opening his music library.
MC tries to see what he’s doing, but he tilts his screen away with a smirk. “Cheater.”
Her nose scrunches up with mild frustration and before she can say anything, Chris hands her one of the buds. He puts one in his right ear while she places the other in her left and looks back to him with a curious expression. He presses play and slides the phone into his pocket before slipping his hand into hers and looking forward as they continue to walk.
~MC~
Watching Chris turn his gaze forward, she does the same, knowing she’s supposed to listen to the words that were about to come.
I want this forever
Just you in the grotto
With nothin' but your nights on
Keep the fuckin' lights on
Same again tomorrow
We don't need no bottle
Purple-colored lip gloss
Room with the Saguaro
Ain't nowhere I would rather be
Right between your holidays
Coffee on the Flintstone
Jewelry on the ottoman
Baby, let me in
'Fore I get way too adamant about it
She turns to look at him and finds his eyes already on hers. The intensity she finds there makes her knees weak.
Love the way you shiver
Dig into my shoulder blades
Feel it when you quiver
Higher level, elevate
MC licks her lips, suddenly feeling very dehydrated as his eyes slowly glide down her body and back up to her eyes. His hand squeezes hers gently and her body heats up in response.
You could be the renegade
Bonnie to a Clyde
Harrelson and Juliet
Legends never die
Chris smirks at her, their previous conversation of similarly paired couples like Superman and Lois Lane, or Cyclops and Jean Grey obviously popping into both of their heads at the prompt.
The TV hasn't worked in ages
Probably got a shorted cable
Way too busy fucking on the sofa or the kitchen table
MC playfully gasps softly and covers her mouth with her free hand, earning a pleasant chuckle from Chris.
Is my vision hazy?
You look like you're someone famous
He winks at her and the corner of her lips curl slightly. She lets out a startled squeak when he stops walking and pulls her to him, holding her to his chest as he tucks some of her now fluttering platinum hair behind an ear.
'Cause you're the next Drew Barry
And I want more, yeah
Chris pops his eyebrows up a few times and she can’t help but grin wide.
And all these other girls keep wonderin' what I fuck with you for
That’s when she understands why he chose this song.
'Cause you're the next Drew Barry, yeah
And I want more
And all these other girls keep wonderin' what I fuck with you for
Chris leans forward, gently placing his forehead against hers. They both close their eyes and continue to listen as she runs her arms around his waist. Everything suddenly feels sobering as her stomach fills with butterflies.
'Cause you're something like the summer
Kinda like a hurricane
Sweepin' through the desert
Hot Americana rain fallin'
Wearing nothing but my Lauryn Hill shirt
“Or Henley.” Chris snort laughs. MC grins and opens her eyes, seeing his already focused on her.
It's kinda baggy on you, baby, but it work
The AC hasn't worked in ages
I could prolly read the label
Way too busy fucking on the counter or the coffee table
Chris leans back slightly and gives her a frisky curious look, wordlessly asking if she was interested. MC laughs and lightly slaps his broad chest, receiving a fake sigh in return.
Am I hallucinating?
Why do you look hella famous?
'Cause you're the next Drew Barry
And I want more
And all these other girls keep wonderin' what I fuck with you for
'Cause you're the next Drew Barry, yeah (next Drew Barry)
I want more
And all these other girls keep wonderin' what I fuck with you for
I wanna make
Every single moment for you great
Fly away to Cairo or L.A
Girl, I want it now
And I don't wanna waste time, waste time
MC’s stomach fills with butterflies again as his expression turns serious once more. She swallows quickly, unsure how she can feel this way after knowing him for such a relatively short period of time. She knew Peter for years, but Chris... only months.
I wanna make, yeah
Every single moment for you great, yeah
Fly away to Cairo or L.A
Girl, I want it now
And I don't wanna waste time
'Cause you're the next Drew Barry
And I want more, yeah
And all these other girls keep wonderin' what I fuck with you for
Needing to lighten the mood, she shakes her head and smirks mischievously. “So uh… you have a thing for Drew Barrymore, huh?”
You're the next Drew Barry, yeah
And I want more
And all these other girls keep wonderin' what I fuck with you for
Chris tilts his head back and lets out a spirited laugh before reaching up to softly grasp her chin with his large hand. “Not quite, baby.”
As the song ends he leans close, gently rubbing the tip of his nose against hers. She bites her bottom lip, knowing what she’s about to do will get a reaction out of him, one way or the other. Without a word she presses forward, covering his lips with hers.
~Chris~
He gasps and pulls back quickly, eyes wide as he licks his lips as panic floods his body, worried that he just contaminated her. “MC! Are you crazy woman?”
She arches an eyebrow and waits for him to breathe a few times before she speaks. “I already kissed you today, you dork.”
Chris freezes, his mind whirling as he digs through his memories of the day to see that moment. Being stunned in front of the crowd falls into place and he blinks. “Oh.”
MC laughs and pulls from his slacked grip, tugging his hand as she starts towards the suite again. “Come on. You need a nap.”
He doesn't argue, the day’s events immediately catching up to him in one large avalanche. They get back to the suite and she does her best to force him into bed, but he hesitates to check with their friends before he gives in. Abbie and Tyler are sitting at the kitchen table, creating flyers and other documents on their PCs while Zack mumbles something about needing to post all of the volunteer events on Chris’s brand new Twitter to MC, greedily taking her notebook when she pulls it from her shoulder bag. Chris glances at the screens on the table and freezes, instantly recognizing some of the images he sees there.
“Where did you get those?” He points to Abbie’s screen and she looks over her shoulder at him curiously.
Before she can reply, Ethan and Steph enter the suite and take off their jackets, effectively interrupting their conversation. They walk over as MC moves next to Chris with a very telling smirk on her face.
His eyes narrow. “MC.”
She gives him her best innocent look. “What…”
Ethan joins them as Steph goes to sit with Zack. Chris points at the screen for emphasis as his red-headed friend leans over to look at the images and laughs. “How did you get your hands on these?”
Chris arches an eyebrow at MC, waiting for her to respond and she shrugs. “A little birdie came to my rescue when I said we needed some images for your posters and stuff.”
Ethan laughs and stands back up. “Little birdie.”
The Hartfeld quarterback crosses his arms in front of his chest as he continues to hold her gaze. “Hmm, a bird huh? Maybe like... a hawk?”
Tyler and Abbie both look up with matching grins as they watch things unfold between the pair. Ethan chuckles and leaves to join Steph and Zack on the couch. MC bites her lip and pulls out her phone, quickly typing on the screen before handing it to Chris and moving to sit at the table with the others.
He takes the phone and reads the name across the top as the ringing stops and the FaceTime connects, providing a video with a matching loud, happy voice. “Rogers!”
Chris closes his eyes and shakes his head. “Is nothing sacred Hawkins?”
The cackle that comes through the speaker makes everyone giggle in the suite. “Oh come on Chris. These are harmless. Now, if you want me to show MC the ones fro--”
“No!” Chris quickly interrupts, glancing at MC who arches an eyebrow curiously.
“What’s that Ryan?” She yells so he can hear her from her seat at the table.
“MC! There you are… Can you tell this guy that I didn't give you guys anything that bad?”
She laughs and continues to speak loud enough for him to hear as Chris turns the camera to face the table. “I don’t think he's going to listen to me at this point Ry.”
A snort comes out of the phone and Chris turns the screen to face him again. “Do you see this face?” He points at himself. “I swear, if I come across any of the pictures we agreed should never see the light of day…” He trails off, his expression filling in the rest.
Ryan laughs. “You’re safe Chris.” He pauses for affect. “I’m totally saving those for when I can show them to MC in person and see her face.”
Ethan shakes his head and laughs from the other side of the room as he speaks loudly. “You’re asking for it Ryan. Keep going and I’d bet money that a shiny red Jeep will be on its way to Kentucky soon.”
Chris shoots Ryan a look of conformation and his raven-haired friend’s mouth snaps shut. “Got it. No vault pictures will be shared. Scouts honor.”
“Oh come on!” MC pouts and Chris shakes his head at her, trying not to laugh at her cute expression.
“Hell no.”
MC straightens up and leans over, searching for someone behind him. “Ethan! Help me out!”
He quickly shakes his head without looking at Chris. “Staying out of this one. Sorry, MC.”
Chris smirks as she turns her gaze back to him. “Sorry babe. Not happening.”
She grumbles and goes back to working with Tyler and Abbie, both amused with the conversation if their expressions say anything. Chris playfully rolls his eyes and walks down the hall, focusing his attention on the FaceTime call once he’s away from all the activity.
“Is Kentucky so boring that you let her drag you into this too?” He jokingly smiles until he sees Ryan shrug as an odd expression crosses his features.
“I just wanted to help. That’s all I could really do from down here.”
Chris gives him a sad smile when their eyes meet again. “Thanks Ryan. I uh, I wish you here man. We all do, yanno...”
Ryan quickly puts up his normal cocky smirk and looks away from the screen for a moment. “Yeah, yeah… don’t go soft on me now Powell. I’ll be home for the summer… and then at Hartfeld in the fall. You’ll regret those words before long.”
The Hartfeld freshman laughs. “Impossible.”
Ryan’s expression turns very serious suddenly. “Chris.”
His brow furrows as he holds the phone closer with anticipation. “Ayuh?”
Shaking his head, Ryan sighs. “Ethan told me what happened today.”
Confused, Chris frowns as his mind races through his memories once more. “...what?”
“You completely missed the opportunity to yell ‘Avengers Assemble’ and I am pretty disappointed with you right now.”
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After a few more hours working on the campaign, a forced nap thanks to MC, and some dinner with the group at the suite, Chris was ready to get out and stretch his legs again. He thought he was dead tired earlier, but her required nap really helped re-energize him.
He goes to his room to change and opens his dresser drawer to pull out a change of clothes. A pair of long arms snake around his waist and he grins as their fingers start crawling up his abdomen before flattening their palms against his chest.
He tilts his head, resting his chin on his chest as he chuckles at the curious hands. “Can I… help you?”
Chris turns to look over his shoulder and a platinum blonde head tilts into view. “Nope. Just getting some random fondling in while I can.”
His body shakes with amusement as he spins in her grasp. “Alright then. I’m available whenever you need to hit your quota.”
She snort laughs and releases him, much to his disappointment. “Come on Cap, we’ve got a movie to catch.”
MC disappears into the hall, closing the door softly behind her. Chris takes a deep breath and rubs his free hand across his chest where hers were moments before. Her touch left a burning trail in its wake. It always did. His skin still tingled wherever her hands had been. It was something he hoped would never change.
Rushing to change and grab his phone, Chris meets the others out in the shared living space. His best friend was already waiting near the window, his own girlfriend in the kitchen with MC and Zack. Chris could hear them chatting about the vintage shop they were talking about the day before as he joined Ethan.
He stepped next to his friend and gazed out across the dark quad, neither saying a word for a bit as the soft chatter continued behind them. It was familiar, comfortable. Ethan’s presence was always calming to Chris. No matter where they were, who was there, he was able to bring peace to the people around him. It was a natural gift that the Hartfeld student had always been fascinated with.
Chris didn't understand how someone could always be so calm, so collected. Sure, he had his own agitated moments, but Ethan was usually the rock in every situation. He was the perfect counterbalance Ryan’s spontaneous nature too, the pair creating harmony in Chris’s life over the years.
As if reading his mind, the red-haired Boston College student interrupts the taller student’s thoughts. “It’s strange… not hanging out with you and Ryan just about every day.”
Chris gives a breathy laugh. “Ayuh. Ryan’s working on transferring to Hartfeld this fall, so it will be like that again.” He glances at Ethan, seeing his brow furrowed in concentration. “Well, kinda. I mean, you’re… close.”
Ethan nods slowly as his eyes stay focused on some unknown spot in the dark. “Yeah, about that Chris. I talked to Cohen today, and--”
Their conversation is disrupted by a loud knock at the door. They both turn to see what’s going on as Zack rushes to answer, leaping into the arms of his boyfriend the moment the door swings wide.
~MC~
She grins at the two in the doorway before turning to look at the pair of wide bodies near the living room window. Their expressions make her hesitate for a moment before speaking. “Are… you guys ready to go? The movie starts in about 20 minutes.”
Chris and Ethan share a look as they nod and join the others. She hadn't heard any of their conversation, but if their expressions said anything, it was at least semi-serious. Chris seems to notice her curious eyes and quickly smiles, making her forget any questions she may have wanted to ask. He would tell her later if it was important. Chris helps her with her jacket as the others get ready to leave and head toward the Hartfeld Theater.
MC had been to the theater only two times during the first quarter, once alone when things were getting a little stressful in the suite with Chris, and another time with Kaitlyn to watch a Paranormal Activity marathon during Halloween week. It was located in the Student Rec Center and Hartfeld students could get tickets for cheap. The University wanted to offer its students a safe entertainment option on campus grounds.
The tickets MC got for tonight were even cheaper than usual too, since a friend of hers from history class couldn't use the ones she bought earlier in the week and just wanted to get rid of them.
As they enter the front doors and step into the lobby area, MC watches as Chris and Ethan rush to the concession area, laughing as Zack quickly does the same only a second later, leaving an amused Brandon standing with Steph. The tall blonde takes her time joining the trio in line, trying to decide if she wanted to get anything.
As she arrives at the counter, Chris had already ordered a large bucket of popcorn for everyone to share. Zack and Ethan decided on a few other snacks to add to the list and Chris points to an item in the display case before she can see what he’s getting.
The student attendant pulls out a bright green and yellow package, setting it down in front of his wide frame and MC peeks around him to see what it is, but he quickly shoves it in his pocket and gives her an innocent smile. She doesn't get the chance to prod him for more information before Brandon and Steph join them and they all head into the dark theater.
The group decides to sit in the higher rows in the sparsely populated space. MC was glad it wasn't a new release so the place was not as busy as it had been in the past. She knew Chris seems energized now, but it’s only a matter of time before the day catches up with his tired form.
Zack follows Brandon down one of the rows and waves for Steph to take the seat next to him. Ethan stays close behind, taking her jacket and laying it in the chair one row down before putting his with it and sitting down himself. Chris stops on the stairs and looks down the row, holding his hand out for MC to take the next seat so he can sit in the last one.
MC stops and turns before sitting down and whispers, not wanting to disrupt the others. “You should sit next to Ethan.”
Chris shakes his head and smiles. “No baby… you sit there. I’ll take the end. Need protect you from random suitors and admirers anyway.”
She snorts out a laugh. “What.”
He shushes her and makes her spin to take her jacket and lay it down with the others below before sitting down himself. Brandon and Zack pass around the popcorn as Ethan hands out the water bottles he got for each couple. MC hears plastic crackling and looks over to see Chris digging into his left jean pocket. When he looks up and finds her eyes on his, he gives her a mischievous smile.
“Surprise.” In the darkened theater, he lays something down on MC’s lap. She looks down and waits as her eyes focus in the dim light, her hands doing their best to identify the small package.
When she recognizes the distinct Sour Patch Kids logo she can’t help but grin and look back up. He remembered her favorite candy. Even in the low light, MC can see how brilliantly blue his eyes are. With each flash of the previews on the screen, her eyes shift to another area of his face, enjoying the little crinkles at the corner of his eyes, the curve at the end of his full lips, the slight stubble across his strong jaw.
Without letting another moment pass, MC drops the bag into her lap and reaches up to cup both sides of his face. His eyes widen slightly with surprise as she leans in and presses her lips to his. The kiss starts soft, but it only lasts maybe half of a second before she presses harder against him. She can feel his smile against her own, obviously enjoying her version of thank you.
Before they can go any further, someone clears their throat loudly behind her. “Cut it out. We didn't come here for that kind of show.”
Ethan.
MC pulls away from Chris with a laugh, one that only grows when she sees the pouty expression across her boyfriend’s handsome features.
The tall quarterback hisses and leans forward to shoot his best friend a glare. “Thank you. Really.”
Zack smirks from his seat as he reaches into the popcorn bucket currently in Steph’s lap. “I don't know. That might be way better than this movie.”
Brandon mock gasps as he raises his arm towards the screen as the opening credits begin. “But… Henry Cavill…”
At the mention of that name MC’s attention snaps from her boyfriend to her best friend’s boyfriend, eyes wide as she nods. “Right?”
Brandon chuckles as Zack shrugs. “I can't really argue with that.”
Hearing an exaggerated sigh, MC turns back around, finding Chris with his arms crossed as he glares at the screen. His chest bulges through his snug long sleeve shirt as a small sneer crosses his lips. Ethan must have noticed too, as he lets out a hearty laugh.
Feeling a little bad about it, MC reaches over and wedges her hand in between his tightly folded arms. He doesn't budge at first, his eyes staying glued to the screen as the movie begins. Trying to hide her amusement, MC presses her lips together tightly and shakes him a little.
When his eyes finally shift to meet hers in the dark, she smiles and leans over, brushing her lips across the edge of his ear as she whispers. “I’m more of a Marvel girl… especially for the patriotic types.”
She leans back a little just in time to see one side of his lips lift and curl slightly at the end. Knowing he wasn't really upset, she leans over and kisses him on the cheek once and sits back in her seat. Only a moment later does she feel a large warm hand on hers, his fingers wrapping around hers as his thumb rubs across her knuckles.
About halfway through the movie, Chris lifts the arm rests between the two of them as well as between the next few seats on his other side. MC is about to ask why when he stretches out across the seats, lifting her arm up and laying his head in her lap. She runs her hand through his hair, knowing that she was right before about Chris finally running out of energy for the day.
The couple had already seen the movie on its release weekend, but the others had not. They didn't mind watching it again though, being a comic movie involving some of their favorite characters. Really, they just wanted to hang out with their friends and thank them for all of their help over the weekend by treating them to a movie. She was sad when Abbie and Tyler had plans, but they would make it up to them later.
She continues to drag her fingers through his hair, massaging his scalp and tracing the edge of his jawline as her eyes stay on the screen. It only takes about a minute before she feels his body grow heavy as his muscles relax and he finally falls asleep. She glances down and slides her hand towards his neck, pausing to feel his slowing pulse as she strokes his warm flesh.
When MC looks up she finds Ethan looking over with a small smile. “Finally passed out huh?”
She gives him a tiny smile back. “Yeah. Long day.”
His smile morphs into a flat smirk as he reaches over to hold the hand of the strawberry blonde next to him as his eyes focus back on the screen. “You’re telling me.”
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height difference kisses where one person has to bend down and the other is on their tippy toes - for whoever you feel like!
Oooh, this one is going to be cute! I went with a Divinity: Original Sin 2 pairing because I haven’t written anything about Opal or Ifan so I thought I’d give them a go for this one.
Being a dwarf and the shortest species in Rivellon had its blatant disadvantages but not today. Today, her short stature offered her a generous, enticing angle of Ifan, shirtless and dripping wet with water as he attempted a partial bath by dumping buckets of water over himself. If they were in a real, proper inn and not camping for the night, opal would try her damn hardest to ‘accidentally’ wind up in the same bath as Ifan. Because he should be locked up for how sinfully attractive he was right now, his chest glistening with water, chest hairs flattened against his skin, and all the while compelling her to gander downwards, all the way past his muscled abdomen and navel, right where his trousers cut off the tantalizing view and concealed the rest of his assets. They should camp out near a stream more often!
“You look like you’re ready to devour Ifan whole,” teased Lohse, her presence dissolving the hypnotic trance Opal found herself in. The scarlet and white maned performer grinned like the cat who got into the cream as Opal sputtered from the shock, flustered and fiercely shook her head in denial. “No need to play dumb with me, Opal. We know how long you’ve been shooting lingering glances his way.”
The dwarven cleric jerked her head back at Lohse, verdant eyes wide as coins. “We?”
“Beast and I. We’re placing bets to see who will kiss whom first.”
Opal groaned. “You two are incorrigible. I hope you both lose–somehow.”
Mischief dance in Lohse’s gaze. “That could betide if you join in or decide to kiss Ifan right now.”
“Wait, here?” She gesticulated wildly to the rest of their party members nearby. “Is this your way of trying to get Ifan and I to put on a show for you all?”
“Didn’t you two kiss in public, in the Undertavern?”
“Yes, but then total strangers began whistling and egging us on so we had to stop. Their bawdy remarks completely ruined the mood.” Opal crossed her arms, hoping to curb the intensity of her blush for her cheeks were aflame in the memory of that kiss. Flirting with Ifan was easy, he acted so endearing when she did and got all flustered like she was right now. Their first kiss could have meant nothing–or something–, and that made her rather nervous in finding out that answer. While she did harbor desires to at least kiss Ifan again (and among other things), that didn’t mean he was on the same page as her, especially after all the new information and exposed secrets that kept popping up the more they traveled on the path to Divinity.
“Whatever you say, chief. I can understand if you’re too chicken to go up and kiss Ifan again. You’ll be kicking yourself later, when we reach the next inn and a tavern wench bats her eyelashes at him, makes him blush, and then proceeds to shove her ample–”
Not bothering to hear the end of Lohse’s descriptive teasing, Opal stormed off, heading directly in Ifan’s general direction, her plum curls swaying chaotically around her. The idea of another woman delivering mooncalf eyes at Ifan didn’t really bother her (well, perhaps a little), it was her sense of pride that was on the line here. She couldn’t be called a ‘chicken’, not in a million years! Her family bred no cowards and she wasn’t going to shy away from kissing a man she fancied all because of nebulous concerns constructed by her fearful design.
“Is something a matter?” came Ifan’s voice, jarring Opal out of her resolved, ferocious reverie. “You look…peeved.”
Relaxing her shoulders and feeling her body ease up around him, Opal shook her head. “Oh, I’m all right. Rather, I have a matter that requires your awareness.”
“Oh?” Both eyebrows rose up at a curious, intrigued angle and he bade for her to continue. “What is it?”
“Apparently, Lohse and Beast have this bet going on about us regarding who will kiss whom first.” Her bluntness caused Ifan to nearly trip backwards in bafflement. From this, she ended up receiving a nice view of a tattoo along his torso. She wondered if he got that tattoo during his time with the Lone Wolves or earlier, when he served Lucian.
“You’re jesting, aren’t you?” questioned Ifan as he recovered, squeezing the remaining water from his hair. His entire visage was now quite inscrutable.
Opal scoffed. “If I wanted to play a jape on you, I would have devised a far better one! I simply wanted to warn you in case Lohse or Beast decide to ratchet up their wager by daring us to go through with the kiss.”
“Is that all you’re here for, to warn me?” There was no mistaking the wryness as well as a faint husky edge in his tone, lips curving into a wolfish grin.
“Hm, well, I was contemplating in kissing you to tend their bet,” Opal bantered coyly, shrugging nonchalantly. She expected the mercenary to get a little taken aback by her boldness or at least act slightly bashful yet what he executed next astonished her. He moved in so nigh to her that their bodies were a hair breadth away from each other. Any attempts to make light of the shifting mood betwixt them or tease him for his abrupt serious nature was caught in her throat and died there. The intrigued glint in his grey eyes was enough to confirm he actually was entertaining the notion of another kiss. Her heart performed a couple of somersaults even as his seemingly hungry gaze met hers and never wavered.
“Is that the only reason why you’d kiss me, Opal?” Ifan remarked humorously, grinning toothily.
Now he was trying to play dirty by being an absolute tease to her. Two could play at that game!
“Oh, Ifan, did the kiss in the Undertavern teach you nothing about kind of lass I am?”
With the growing, devilish glint in his wild and fierce eyes, he appeared much more impish than before, as if he was waiting for the right moment to pounce. “Maybe but care to fresh my memory on that kiss?”
Whether he was challenging or subtly pleading her to follow through with the kiss, Opal was too curious and proud to back down from such an opportunity. And judging from the lower register in Ifan’s voice and the longing expression flickering across his hardened, bearded face, he desired this kiss to betide as well.
Guess there was no need for me to have been anxious of us not being on the same page then.
With as much dignity and grace as she could muster, the dwarven cleric climbed up onto a tall, jagged boulder behind him, the enormous stone giving her enough additional height so her head was now leveled with Ifan’s nose. Placing her hands on her hips, she cut him her best sensuous, inviting simper prior to saying, “Well, what are you waiting for? Go ahead and kiss me, you fool.”
She was nearly knocked off her feet by the amount of intensity in his eyes or how much strength lied in those hands of his as he cupped her face to deliver her a searing, tender kiss that propelled her to stand on her toes and utterly took her breath away. She teetered forward and Ifan then placed a hand over her back to steady her, increasing their proximity so much that his beard was pressed firmly against her chin, tickled the skin. Her hands grasped his leather jerkin for support as her legs turned into jelly and all her brain could ponder about was how much more she craved of Ifan and for this kiss to never stop and—
“Whoo-hoo! Kep at it, you two lovebirds!”
Lohse’s enthusiastic holler startled both Ifan and Opal out of their kiss and the dreaming haze that had settled over them earlier. Now their faces were flushed from exertion and embarrassment, their chests heaving, and Opal couldn’t help but notice Ifan’s mouth appeared a little kiss swollen. Gods, what she’d give for them to be along so she bite that tempting lower lip.
“Consider your stupid wager with Beast over!” she yelled back. “Because Ifan and I totally won that bet.” Ifan’s lips twitched upward into an amused smirk.
Lohse’s laugh was positively devious. “Oh, there was no wager. I completely made that story up so you could have an excuse to kiss him.”
Silence followed her confession and Opal stared mutinously at her bard friend, utterly slack-jawed for so long that Ifan had to gently pressed her chin upward to close her mouth. Then her wits and indignation returned to the dwarven cleric. “WHAT DO YOU MEAN THERE WAS NO WAGER?!”
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