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icanbeyourjedi-writes · 1 year ago

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It Was Just A Dream Chapter Three

Summary: Going back to work was easy, hearing that Alex has a date is not. Frankie spirals at the news, and what happens next could change the friendship. Words: 7,591 Rating: 18+ Adult Themes Warnings/Triggers: Addiction, Falling for Your Brothers Friend, Language, OFC is somewhat described as someone with longer hair, but no race/eye color/body type A/N: I don’t know much about addiction, just the things that I googled and seen portrayed on TV. This is completely an AU. I had the beginning of this story pop in my head randomly and thought it sounded fun to explore. Sure we all love Frankie was that sweet puppy dog…but what if he had his own inner demons he had to battle with. The ‘coke charge’ was mentioned in TF and I kinda wanted to explore that side of him.

Thank you to @theewokingdead for the beta

**This is written as a first person, and it's my first time writing in first person, so please be gentle with me. I also include Frankie's POV which will be Bold

Frankie Morales, 25, a talented pilot, Army Vet and now sticker enthusiast. I don’t think I have ever spent so much time in the sticker aisle. We’ve been here for at least an hour and I am sure the pile of stickers in the basket are already at fifty bucks. But I can’t help it, he’s excited, he’s smiling and I see the old Frankie. The Frankie before he got hurt.

“Lex…Lexi they have vampire teeth!” he races over to me dropping the stickers into the cart joining the helicopters, military helicopters, cats, cat paws and of course who could forget catfish. And because that wasn’t enough he added tropical fish to the pile as well.

“I‘ve created a monster” I sigh to myself. I start to think this crazy thrown together idea might actually work. I’ve never been in his shoes. I don’t know what he deals with, what he has dealt with. But I do know a reward system works. It works for the kids who come into the doctor's office. Get the shot, get a sticker or a sucker depending on the doctor.

Frankie walks back towards me with one more package of stickers, fire trucks. I look at him and he just shrugs, the other stickers made sense. They all fit him; cat, fish, helicopters, “what?” He shrugs “when I was a kid, I thought about being a firefighter”

“You’ve always wanted to help people?” I ask

He pulls the brim of his worn out baseball cap and drapes his arm over my shoulder, a small nod. Over the years I have been able to learn his mannerisms and his ‘I don’t want to talk about it’ look. This was that look. Hat pulled down, eyes on his feet, biting his bottom lip.

“Think we have enough?” I ask quickly changing the subject

“Maybe” his voice still soft

15 packages of stickers and $50 dollars later, I hope this plan works. I know he is going to have to eventually go to classes, especially when that voice gets loud. But it’s day four and I still have some hope. We stop for some takeout. Pizza, it was quick, easy and who doesn’t love a good slice of pizza.

I lean back on the couch, Frankie finishing his slice and pushes his plate away. He picked the movie tonight…his choice of movie completely shocked me. The final scenes of ‘Bridesmaids’ starts to play, as the two characters start to sing “Hold On”. Frankie leaning against the arm rest. His hand tapping against his leg as he hums along. I can’t help the smile on my face as I watch him. He slowly starts to sing the words. Quiet at first until that first chorus hits.

“…things will go your way, if you hold one for one more day…” he sings along, eyes closed fully in the moment.

I will be fully honest with you. When I told Frankie he could pick the movie tonight. I was expecting Top Gun, Saving Private Ryan, maybe even Green Mile. I never would have guessed that he liked the RomCom genre. I turn to face him, he has my attention as he continues to sing. It’s only when I giggle that he opens his eyes and looks at me.

“What?”

“Nothing,” I smile. It was cute, he was relaxed, he for another brief moment was the old Frankie. I want to keep him like this “uhm so you know I start work tomorrow”

“I know” he sighs. He sounded disappointed

“Can I have your phone?” I ask

Without hesitation he reaches into his pocket and hands it over to me. I touch the screen and it lights up with what else but a helicopter as his photo. I touch the screen again and enter in the passcode “it’s your birthday” I hear him say.

“I know” I look up and smile at him.

I asked him once, why it was my birthday. Instead of his girlfriends, or his…or literally any other four digits he could have picked. I don’t want to forget your day, he said. He rubs the back of his neck, a tell that he doesn’t know what to say next.

She’s right, it’s been her birthday since the day I met her. She was one of the few who listened when I talked. Cared how I was feeling, she was the only one to send me care packages and letters when I was away. My own girlfriend never sent me a care package.

I watch, she has her tongue peeking out of her slightly parted lips. She was concentrating, she looked beautiful, but she always did. I don’t know why I handed my phone over so willingly. But the truth is, I would do anything she asked me to. I’d take a bullet for her with no hesitation.

“Ah-ha, there it is” she says and I can’t keep his eyes off her.

“What are you doing?” I finally asks

I watch as her finger slides up the screen, “deleting your friend George” she responds matter of factly. “Frankie, I trust you. I do. But you're going to be alone. I just…I don’t want you to feel like you need to contact him”

She was right, smart even. It had been a few weeks since I had talked to ‘George’. But I didn’t think she knew how easy it would be for me to get something if I needed it. George wasn’t his only source. I didn’t want to use, I wanted to be better. But the struggle of staying clean was getting harder as the drugs left my system every day.

“And I’m adding my work number incase you can’t get me on my cell” she clicks the button on the side of the phone and hands it back over. “I also think…it might be good to find a class or two to go to while I’m at work”

“You don’t want me to be alone” I groan. The mere thought of having to go around in a ‘share your feeling’ circle had me panicking. I watch as Steve’s name flashes across the screen asking if he has been ok. It’s been well over a month since I had texted him for a supply. And no, despite my best efforts he wasn’t ok

“You know you could always call Nicole” I don’t know why I said that, I really don’t want him to call her, “she’s a nurse at a rehab facility. She would know what to do” she would and that’s what I hate the most. She would know how to help him in more ways than one

“Lex, you know you can have meaningless sex with someone. You don’t have to like the person…”

I pretend to be shocked by his statement. My number was a lot smaller than Frankie’s. Ok he probably had double maybe triple the partners than me. I know you don’t have to be in love with the person, I know you don’t even need to know their name. But call me old school, I like to have it mean something.

“Yeah, I know that, but thanks for reminding me” the words sound a lot harsher than I intended. “Look, I’m just saying you're going to be on your own, and I’m proud of how far you’ve come. But I don’t know what I’m doing and I don’t want to worry.”

I remember the day I found him slouched at the picnic table. If I would have been a few more minutes we might not be sitting here right now. I really don’t want to think what would happen if I don’t get to him in time and he OD’s while I'm at work.

I keep checking my phone to see the time. My body is at work, and I am going through the motions, checking patients in. Answering phones. But my mind, my mind is at home with Frankie. I wonder what he is doing. Has he had lunch, did he take a shower, did he change? Did he do a line of coke, did he call Nicole?

I reach for my phone when the bell on the door chimes. My head still down when Laura elbows me in the rubs and I look up seeing a drop dead gorgeous man walk in the door. Short brown hair, styled in that way where it looks he ran his hands through it after a shower and called it good. It looked so soft. Sun-kissed skin, a Romanesque nose. Wearing a suit that fits his shoulders and muscles just right. He had a profile that romance novel authors write about.

“That’s the new sales rep I mentioned” Laura whispers as he walks closer to our receptionist desk

“Good afternoon ladies” he says with a smile that you just know gets him exactly what he wants every time. His voice is like butter, and damn can someone be attracted to a voice?

I smile at him, glancing at Laura who looks like she is about to pass out

“Hi” she says, batting her eyelashes at him, “what did you bring us today?”

“Just some new test gowns for patients. They are easier to tie when alone” he smiled again and I swear there is a twinkle in his eye

“Oh hi, I’m Dave. I don’t think we’ve met before” he looks at me and I am pretty sure my heart stops with the way he’s looking at me

“Al…Al” why can’t I remember my name

“Alex” Laura coughs

“Hi…hello, yeah I’m Alex. Alexandra” I return his smile and shake his outstretched hand. My heart beats faster as our hands touch and my face feels hot

His hands are soft, gentle but strong. I don’t know why but I don’t want to let go of his hand. After what I am sure is an extremely awkward amount of time he is pulling his hand away. I could be imagining it, but his eyes stay locked on mine. “It was really nice meeting you Alexandra. You ladies have a good afternoon and I’ll see you next week”

I don’t say anything, I just sit there and nod like. Weirdo while Laura waves bye to Dave as he heads out the door.

“Who the fuck was that?” I ask once my brain starts to function again

“Dave’s our new sales rep and we’re in love” she smiles “he just doesn’t know that yet” she twirls her long blonde hair around her finger.

Laying on the couch, my hands under my head. I’m counting the little black specks I find on the ceiling.

3,452

Did the day always go by this slow? It feels like it’s been 12 hours…I look at the clock. It’s been three. It wasn’t even time for lunch yet. I was beyond bored, if I was in rehab I would be looking for excuses to not go to the round table therapy. Finding new ways to avoid talking, waiting for Nicole to co-I closes my eyes.

After a few moments I sit up and make my way to his room, still sitting on his desk untouched was the stack of pamphlets that cop gave me. I pick one up and start to look at it. ‘Let us guide you’. I roll his eyes seeing a picture of a business type man, standing with his hands in his pockets in the front of a podium.

“Nope” I pop the ‘p’ not even bothering to open it and drop it in the trash

The next one, a few men and women in military fatigues. In big bold letters, ‘FIND YOUR HIGHER POWER’ a class for veterans run by veterans. I rub his face, the VA rehab didn’t work and this for sure wasn’t gonna help. “No, thank you” I toss it in the trash with the other one.

It felt like an hour had passed, I knew she should be home soon. I looks at the clock on the night stand, it was 20 minutes. There was a small part of me that wanted a hit. She’s at work, she’ll never know. My hands twitch, I pick up his phone, my fingers hovering over Steve’s name…

I know I shouldn’t, I’ve been trying to stay clean. I wants to stay clean, but every fiber in my being wants a little fun. A notification appears, a new text message and my heart stops for a brief moment.

I was ready for the day to be over, I wanted to go home. I wanted to check on Frankie, make sure he was doing ok. But, I still had hours to go, calling him every hour felt like I was babying him and I didn’t want that, but I was also worried that being alone the temptation was going to be too much. I deleted George, but I knew he had others, I knew if he wanted it bad enough he’d find a way.

Me: Hey, How’s it going?

Fishie 🐟: Have hours always ticked by this slowly?

Me: Valid question, I don’t know. But it feels like I have been here for a week, and I still have two hours left.

Fishie 🐟: It feels like you have been gone for a year. I need paint.

Crap, why in the hell does he need paint? What did he do?

Me: Why? Franklin, what did you do?

Fishie 🐟: I fixed the hole in the wall

Me: Thanks, you didn’t have to do that.

Fishie 🐟: Well I am the reason there was a hole, I needed to fix it

I can’t help but smile, my heart melts a little at his words. I remember that night, it was the first time I think I was scared of him, what he could do. The anger in his eyes, the way his nostrils flared. He’s never hurt me, he’s never laid a hand on me, except for our awkward hugs. But I have never seen that look, the look of rage, horror and pain. I can honestly save it’s a look I hope to never see again. I responded telling him I will stop on my way home and I would grab some dinner for us.

With paint in one hand, and a bag of food in the other I walk in the door, shouting a little ‘honey, I’m home’ kicking the door closed behind me and making my way to the kitchen to set the bag of food. He didn’t respond. I don’t know what I was expecting, Frankie running out and wrapping me in a hug. Frankie squealing with excitement, I don’t know. Really I was expecting anything to let me know that he heard me. I set the food on the table and go in search of Frankie.

His bedroom light is on, I move closer but I don’t hear anything. I turn to the open door and find him lying on the bed. Not sure if he is asleep, I tap on the door gently before I step in. I know it's my house and all, but he still deserves respect for his privacy and me not just walking into his room. I thought I was being quiet but his head instantly lifts up to see me walking into his room before lying down again.

“Do you know how many little black specks there are in this room?” he asks his voice flat

“What?” I look up to the ceiling, honestly I didn’t even know there was black speck in the paint. I never changed the ceiling paint color when I moved in. It was white and I just kinda left it

“There are 2,873…” he says sitting up, “and there are 3,452 in the living room”

“Hmmm” I comment still looking up, what do you know if you look close enough there are little black specks

“There are 643 in the bathroom” he moves closer, wrapping my entire body into a bear hug, “I was really fucking bored without you”

I don’t know if I should smile or be seriously concerned about this. I wrap my free arm around his waist returning his hug. He took a shower today, and he smells amazing. He smells like Christmas. Cinnamon, fennel and pine. There’s also something so uniquely Frankie that I can’t put my exact finger on it. He has clean clothes too I notice, and while the counting of the little black specks has me worried. I am proud of him for taking small steps without me telling him to shower.

“I got a surprise for you” I grin and pull back from the hug

“More stickers?”

“Why don’t you go to the kitchen and find out”

I watch as he all but runs to the kitchen, I stay by his bedroom and he cheers when he sees the bag of Thai food on the table. ‘THANK YOU’ I hear him yell. The feelings I get are indescribable, it feels like he has been living here with me for years. As each day passes I think I am falling in love with him. I can’t fall in love with him, my brothers will kill me if I did.

“I found a NA meeting place…class?” he says putting more food on his plate

“That’s great”

“It’s a few nights a week. The paper said I can go once a week or to all of them”

Maybe having something planned in my schedule would make the day go faster. Knowing I had something to do might help my mind not think about it. I was so close to texting Steve for a few rocks. Just a few…enough to get by until Benny was home again. Hell I was close to texting Nicole just to have something, or someone to do. I’ve been living with Alex for a little over a month, and while things were good I wanted to go home. Benny would give him my space, I could get fucked up and Benny would never notice. That, and I was falling for Alex. I can’t fall for her, she was off limits.

“I think that’s great” she smiles at him. She’s proud of me, the smile on her face says it all, “maybe you can find ways to help fight the urge. Find out how I can help you” I nod “cuz I have no fucking clue what I am doing”

The next day wasn’t any better.

Lunch had rolled around and Laura had left me alone at the desk. It was a slow day, so the workload was pretty easy. I finish up a phone call when the little bell on the door chimes letting me know someone had walked in. I love up and see Dave walking towards me, damn was he hot. I smile at him and put the phone down.

I notice he doesn’t have anything in his hands this time, like he did yesterday. Maybe Laura and him were really a thing.

“Hey Dave, Laura is at lunch if you wanna come back”

“I actually came to see you” his lips curve up, and there was that damn gleam in his eyes again

“Oh?” Was the best response I could think of at the time

“So, I know we just met and this sounds kinda crazy but…” he starts

“Here’s your number so call you maybe” the fuck was that Alex I think

He laughs, ok maybe that response wasn’t as bad as I thought. Why did I become so socially awkward when a handsome man was standing in front of me and I think he was flirting.

“Something like that, I was wondering if you might like to join me for dinner on Friday?” he asks

Wait, is he serious? Did he just ask me out? Is this really happening? I think my brain stopped working for a few moments, then I heard his voice again “Alex?”

“YES” I say a little to loudly, he chuckles “yes, Dave that would be great”

We exchanged numbers, he said he’d pick me up on Friday around 8 for dinner.

I stood by the front door, adjusting my hair one last time before Dave was to arrive. Frankie watched me like a hawk from the couch. Ever since I told him about my date, he had been weird. Not wanting me to leave his side when we were home. I didn’t know what was going on, he was being clingy and we weren’t even dating.

“Where are you going?” He asks

“I have a date, I told you” I sigh

“And your wearing that?”

She was in a little black dress. The hem stopped mid thigh, it hugged every single one of her curves perfectly. The deep v-neck not leaving much to the imagination. The small strings holding it together in a complicated, twisting pattern down her back. There was no way I was going to let her be going out of the house like this. I didn’t know Dave, but I didn’t need to know exactly where his thoughts were going to be seeing her dressed like this. Her hair was effortlessly curly tonight, flowing like a wave down her shoulders. She looked like an angel in every sense of the word. Her makeup was simple, enhancing her beauty and I was jealous of this guy getting to take her out.

“Yes, is there a problem?” She slips into her black stilettos that only enhanced her long toned legs

“Yeah, there is” I was angry that she was going out with this man who was probably better than me in every way. “You look like a…a…” I stutter

“A what Francisco?” She hears a car pulling into her driveway and she grabs her dark green leather jacket

“Fuck, you just..ugh…you like Iike your asking for it” I finally says and the doorbell rings

‘Shit, did I really just say that?’ I wanted to be Dave, he wanted to be the one taking her out for dinner. I wanted to be the one she was wearing a dress like that for. My heart has belonged to her, but I am to much of a dumbass to do anything about it

“Fuck you, I’ll be back later” her words laced with anger as she opens the door. “Hey Dave, lets go” her voice suddenly cheerful as she slams the door closed behind her.

Strike two…at this rate I might as well pack up my shit and leave before she gets back. She is the one working, she is the one providing for me while I sit in my room feeling sorry for myself counting stupid little black specks of paint on the ceiling. I went to one class and hated it. I reach for my phone on the coffee table

“Hello?” The voice on the other end answers

“Hey, wanna get fucked up tonight?” I ask

“Never thought you asked. I got some good stuff, meet at Hangers?”

“Yes please. Let’s do this, I need to forget”

Talking with Dave was easy. The conversation flowed and there was never an awkward moment. Dave told me about his time working for the FBI, crime scene detective but things weren’t working the way he wanted to, he felt trapped and wanted something else.

“So now you try to convince people to buy overpriced medical supplies?” I grin

“I can be very convincing when I want to be” he smiles, “I convinced you to go out with me”

“Fair”

I should be enjoying my time with this handsome man sitting in front of me, I shouldn’t be thinking about Frankie. But that is exactly what is happening. We’ve had a rough few days, ever since I told him about my date that afternoon and I hate that we got into an argument before I left. Dave had asked if I wanted to go for a short walk around the lake and with my mind only half functioning I agreed to it. His fingers slowly intertwine with mine.

We stop in front of a little fountain with a small stringed band. A violin, a cello, and a harp play lovely music. Dave spins me and places a hand on my waist as we sway to the music. I placed a hand on his shoulder, there was a part of me that thinks he had this entire thing planned. It was too perfect, then there’s the hopeless romantic in me that is loving every minute of it. We continue to dance as more couples join us.

“I use to be in a band” his lips brush over my ear sending a shiver down my spin

He pulls back smiling at me, my fingertips gently playing with the short hair at the nape of my neck. He leans in closer to me and I close my eyes waiting for our lips to touch when I hear the undeniable ringtone ‘Highway to the danger zone…’ begins to play from my back pocket. Trying to ignore the call, I pull Dave’s face closer when the song begins to play again.

“Shit, I’m sorry” I shake my head and back away from him. I don’t even look at the name on the caller ID to know it’s him. “What do you want now?” I answer a little annoyed

“Ms. Miller?”

“Very funny Franklin” I don’t hear a laugh from the other end “Frankie?”

“Is this Alex” the voice says again, it’s hard to hear over the music and crowd hum in the background

“Yes it is, is everything ok?” sudden panic washing over me

“Hi, I’m Clint, down at Handlebars, and your friend here is very intoxicated and might be on some kind of drug. But he is trying to start fights with other patrons. I do what I can to not call the cops, but ma’am he is getting out of hand, and I need you to come get him” the voice becomes clearer

“Fuck,” I pinch the bridge of my nose, “I’m not close its going to be a little bit before I can get there”

“We have him sitting outside at the moment, but if he tries to punch someone again, I will have to have the police involved”

“Can I talk to him for a minute?” I ask

Why was he doing this?

A couple lines of coke, two beers and a half dozen of tequila shots later I was feeling pretty damn good. I was currently in the bathroom, with some blonde chick's lips on my dick. I knew I wasn’t going to last long after all the shit I’ve taken but damn did it feel good.

“Shit…” I mutter, gathering her hair in a fist behind her head, bracing myself against the sink with the other. One more deep throat by her and I was a goner. My cock still pulsing as she lets me go. Standing up, she wipes her face before leaning in giving me a sloppy kiss.

“That was fun…” she pats my cheek, “…find me again some time” she flips her hair back unlocking the door she steps out leaving me alone. Pants still around his ankles, heart racing as I try to catch my breath.

I reach over and locks the door, grabbing a paper towel I turn on the water and clean myself up. I look at myself in the mirror, my eyes red with dark circles below them. I look like I had aged 15 years from just this morning. I should be feeling great, I finally had cocaine back in my system, I was buzzed, and I just got a free blow job from Kitty? Maybe that was her name. Frankly I didn’t care, I also forgot the minute her lips touched mine. The only thing I could think about was how disappointed Alex was going to be in me. I should go home.

I step out of the bathroom and make the trek back to the bar next to Steve. Walking past the set of pool tables I stumble into a big burly biker. Leather vests, tattooed arms, a bandanna wrapped around his head with a long salt and pepper beard.

“Watch where your walking” the man grunts

“Make me fucker” I slur

The large man shoves me from behind making me stumble into a table full of empty glasses. I turn around, bringing my fist back. I go to punch the man who shoved me. My hand moved slowly then my brain was working and the large biker threw his own punch hitting me on the check. A gash opens along my cheek and blood begins to flow. A bouncer steps in pulling us apart. He drags me outside, and sets me on a bench around the corner of the building.

Steve is nowhere to be found and now a young punk looking kid is yelling at me for disturbing the peace inside his bar. Demanding me to give him my phone before threatening to get the police involved. Begrudgingly I unlock the phone and hand it over.

“Ms. Miller” I hear him say

Shit…strike three.

The man handed me my phone back, I shoved it in his pocket. And with that he was gone leaving me alone with the bouncer. I lean back, head hitting the brick wall behind me. The high I was feeling moments ago, now fading realizing that there is a 95% chance that Alex was not going to forgive me.

“Thanks, I am so sorry” I unbuckle my seatbelt

“Are you going to be ok?” Dave asks placing a hand on top of my thigh

I take a deep sigh, honestly I didn’t know. I was having fun, it was turning out to be a good night, then Frankie called. I was angry, I was frustrated, I was upset. But I don’t want to drag Dave down with me. I turn my head to face him, giving him a quick kiss to his check.

“Yeah, I’ll be good. Thank you again” I say opening the door

“Call me when you get home” I nod and close the door.

I walked into the bar, stopped by a burly man who I guessed was a bouncer. “Can I help you?” He asks

“Yeah I’m looking for uhm Cliff? Clint maybe…the owner he has my friend” I couldn’t remember the name of the man now that I was here. Hurt, anger, disappointment so many emotions and I was going to have to keep them in check when I got to Frankie. Clearly being the ‘friend’ wasn’t working and I was going to need a different approach.

“Are you Mrs. Miller?” The bouncer asks

“Ms. but yes”

“Outside, to the right. Let him know he’s now allowed back. Gary doesn’t want to press charges but your friend is trespassed from here”

‘Press charges? He’s trespassed? Fuck what did he do?’ My thoughts are racing, did I really want to know. He had been in a mood since I told him about my date, and yet here I am recusing him yet again.

I walk back outside and look to the right, not seeing right away. I walk down to the edge of the building and turn the corner, finding him sitting on a beat up wooden bench with a large man acting like a bodyguard. He was the size of a tree, his arms were massive and I’m fairly sure he could squish someone like a bug if he wanted to.

Frankie in his usual tan colored Carhartt jacket, his favorite black baseball cap pulled down low. He turns my direction when he hears my heels on the pebbles. He has a long gash on his left cheek, dried blood under it. He continues to sit there, more anger floods my veins.

“There she is, there’s my girl”

I stop in front of him, my arms crossed over my body. This is where the relationship changes, I will no longer be sweet, it’s time to lay down the law and get his ass clean.

“Get up” my voice is stern

He doesn’t move, he continues to sit there. A small smile pulling on his lips, acting as if he isn’t a complete fucking disaster. He raises his arms and makes grabby hands, beckoning me to come help him. I shake my head no.

“Get the fuck up Morales” I cross my arms, he needs to know I’m upset and his little act isn’t going to help me. I swear I hear the tree of man chuckle at the situation playing out in front of him.

“Help Me” he turns his head looking at me with this sad puppy eyes, this eyes he knows I can’t say no to

“No. You got into this, now get up” I am trying to not break, but he knows what to do to get me to break

Groaning, he places his hands on the edge of the bench and pushes himself up. He sways where he is standing. He looks at his feet, his mind willing his feet to move. Putting his left food in front of the right and he stumbles. Before thinking I move to him. My heels make us the same height and easier for him to lean against me. Wrapping his arm over my shoulder I wrap mine around his waist. Adjust his hold on me he leans his head against mine, “I knew you’d catch me” he slurs

“You’re on thin ice Francisco, don’t push it” I groan as he leans all his weight into me

“Mi Cielito” he says softly

“Where’d you park?” I ask, my hand readjusting around his hip as he holds me like a cutch and we stumble in the parking lot

He shrugs, “don’t remember” his face is towards me, I scrunch my face as he reeks of alcohol

After what feels like an hour of wandering around this parking lot, his truck finally comes into view, of course Frankie would be back in the back, in the middle of nowhere. Sighing a ‘thank god’, I hope he didn’t hear. I stop by the passenger door, and I lean him against it, praying that he doesn’t fall. Reaching into his coat pocket I pull out the keys and unlock the door. I grab him by the waist and turn his body into the truck.

“You could at least by me dinner first” he chuckles adjusting his body in the car

“Shut up Francisco, you still have the first aid kit in here?” I ask looking under the front seat before moving to the back

Before Frankie can answer I pull out a little red box, his head leaning against the headrest. I watch as he struggles to keep his eyes open. With the first aid open, I rip open the wet-nap. I take his chin and gently turn his head towards me so I can see what I am doing better. The street lamp offers minimal light. I clean the dried blood on his cheek, and expect the gash. Tossing that at Frankie’s feet, I grab a towel from the kit and as carefully as I can dap the area dry. He flinches in pain. Finally I open the antibiotic cream, and rub a line of it over the cut hoping to keep it clean for the moment.

“It doesn’t look like you need stitches” I tell him, “what the fuck happened?”

“I got punched” he mumbles “asshole”

“Yeah, I can see you got punched, what did you do?” I ask again

“He shoved me, then I tried to punch him and he hit first” he rolls his eyes “are you mad?”

Honestly, I didn’t know anymore. I was angry at him. I thought we were doing well, but that just proved to me this little sticker thing was a dumb idea from the start. I was sad, I was hurt, disappointed, but with all these feelings, the word mad didn’t come up anymore. I was worried about him.

“I don’t know…” I turn his body forward, reaching behind him I grab the seat belt and lean over his body to hook it in. “I really don’t know anymore” I sigh and close the door

The drive home was silent, he had his head against the window and I couldn’t tell if he was asleep, or just trying to ignore me. He tried to tell me how unsafe driving barefoot was, but driving with those heels and this truck was more dangerous than whatever gross shit was on his floor.

“How much did you drink?” I ask

“A couple beers, half dozen shots of tequila…” he pauses, “also…did a few hits of coke”

“Frankie…” I sigh

Before I can ask him, he begins to tell me he didn’t mean to. He wanted to forget, he wanted to numb the pain. He didn’t know what else to do, so he called a friend. They did a few lines, then went into the bar. I know I shouldn’t, but I feel guilty. I feel like his slip is my fault. Maybe I shouldn’t have gone on a date. Work was one thing, but me going on a date made me feel worse. I wasn’t there when he needed me.

“Are you mad?” I ask again, but he doesn’t look at her, he can’t handle it.

I wasn’t worried about her being mad. No, mad I could handle that. However, the answer she gave me, that’s the answer that hurts the most. Disappointment, it was worse than being mad or angry. I could work with those. But, disappointment was the worst. I was now at rock bottom. I shake my head, and lean against the window. Closing my eyes and praying they wouldn’t re-open.

I feel her hand on my shoulder, gently shaking me “hey sleepy head. Time to wake up, we’re home”

I groan and lean further into the door trying to escape her touch. My eyes stay closed “sleepy time here”

“You aren’t sleeping in your truck, let’s get inside. You think you can help me?” She asks

“Oomppf” I groans, when the door I’m leaning against opens, the seat belt doing its job and keeping me up right in the car

Alex reaches into the truck and unhooks the seatbelt, grabbing my hands and she helps me slide out of the truck. She draps one of my arms over her shoulder, and wraps one around my waist, letting me lean against her. Our height difference isn’t much, but she is supporting most of my weight.

“Step…” she says and I lift a foot. The two of us stumble up the steps and my head is hurting. I really wish she would have just left me in the truck.

We stop at the door, my arm moves, readjusting my grip holding on to her. Standing at the front door holding on to me with one hand, while the other fumbles with his keys trying to find the house key. I know I shouldn’t laugh but watching her struggle makes me chuckle.

“Oh you think this is funny do you?” She’s frustrated and I just made it worse

I knew laughing was bad, but I couldn't help it when she was still struggling with the keys. She turned her focus to me, eyes narrow as she glares. She was cute when she was flustered. I press my lips together. Trying to hold back another laugh. It didn’t work as my eyes locked on to her and I snorted and laughed more. Laugh lines forming at the corner of my eyes I knew I was breaking her down and it would be impossible for her to stay mad at me.

“If I let you go, you're not gonna fall are you?” She asks, her voice something between concern and anger. I just shrug, I probably would fall but she doesn’t need to know the truth

Annoyed with my answer she sighs. I moved closer to her, she was warm, despite her anger and frustration with me. She was safe. She felt like home. I lean against her still struggling with the door. Finally, after a ten minute fight with the door she gets it opened. We stumble into the dark house. Thankfully getting the door locked on the inside was a much easier battle.

“Alright Franklin, let’s get you to bed”

My hallway is definitely not big enough for two people to walk side by side especially when one of the people is drunk. I try to position myself in front of Frankie, both his arms over my shoulders as his chest rests against my back.

We reach his room and I move him towards his bed. I turn him and help him sit down. His hat had fallen off someone along the journey into his room. I slide off his jacket, turning to hang it in the chair. In slow motion Frankie begins to fall back “no..no…no” I grab his arm just in time keeping him up right on the bed. If he fell backwards I knew trying to undress him would be impossible.

“Ok arms up” I say, he follows my order and lifts his arms above his head.

“So bossy” he mumbles as I take the shirt off and toss it towards his dirty laundry pile.

My hands rest on his broad shoulders. The muscle definition is still very evident in his biceps. I pray he doesn’t notice my eyes wander down his bare chest, briefly holding at his tattoo. I’ve never really looked at it this close.

His hands reach for the hem of my dress, slowly beginning to lift it higher on my thigh. “You’re turn” he says before I catch his wrists

“You’re drunk” I say softly and he shrugs

“Didn’t stop some people”

I’m sure it didn’t, Frankie never had a problem getting girls, but I don’t know thinking about him being with others makes me slightly jealous, I shake my head and let go of his wrists.

I bend down in front of him, his hands resting on my shoulders as I untie his shoes. He takes the hint and works with me to get his shoes off. I start to stand up, “what about my pants?” he almost falls forward giggling. Good to know he still thinks this is funny “I don’t like pants”

I roll my eyes and lean forward reaching for his belt buckle. I undo it and the button to his jeans. He falls back lifting his hips just enough for me to slide them off tossing it with the shirt. “There, are you happy?”

He shuffles under the sheets, before I can go he grabs my hand “stay?” He asks. I don’t even have to look at him to know the look he’s giving me. Batting his eyes, his bottom lip quivers, using his big brown eyes to his advantage

“Frankie, I can’t…” I sigh

“Please?”

I squeeze her hand, he doesn’t want to be alone. “Just till I fall asleep?” I add

“Fine, just tell you fall asleep” I watch as she slides off her leather jacket and sets it on the back of my chair. Turning the light off, she shuffled back to me

I slide back, giving her enough room to lay down. I’m on my side, has my arm out. She lays down using my one arm as a pillow and I drape the other over her. She pulls the cover up. My hand resting on her hip. I lean into her resting my forehead against her temple breathing in the familiar scent of her shampoo. Hints of cherry and strawberry fill my senses. It smells like summer, it smells like home.

Her hand rubs up and down my forearm in a soothing fashion. I feel so comfortable with her here. It’s where I want to keep her.

“He’s not good enough for you” I say softly

“What?” She twists her head to look at me

My eyes open to see hers staring at me, “Your date tonight”

“You don’t even know him” she sighs

“No one will be good enough for you Alex” I grip her tighter pulling her closer to me. I lean in closer to her. I want to kiss her, I want her to know how I feel. As much as I don’t think the guy she went out with today isn’t good enough, I know I’m not good enough either.

She sighs again, turning her head to stare at the ceiling. Her finger tips brush over my skin. My thumb strokes her hip over her black dress. A black dress I wished was on the floor.

I lift my head, leaning closer. I stick out my tongue and lick the side of her face. From check to temple. When her hands go still on my arm, but don’t move away I smile and lay my head back down.

Twisting her head to look at me, I watch as she smiles back at me. My smile widens, I know my dimple appears and she shakes her head, “did you just lick me?”

“I did…” I sigh and close my eyes again. Sleep just on the horizon. I hear her ask me why, “to say your mine. Like when you like something when your a kid you don’t want someone else to have”

“Frankie” she sighs

“You’re too good for him” and by him - I really meant myself.

ANN: A huge shout out to @musings-of-a-rose for helping me with this and giving me confidence to post this in first person. I am still terrified of it. @theewokingdead and @heythere-mel for listening to my random ass ideas at all hours. I love each and every one of you.

Looking for more of my fics check out my masterlist. And check out other writers at @littlemisspascal and their library for all Pedro Characters

#christina writes #Just A Dream #Pedro Pascal #Frankie Morales #Francisco Morales #Francisco 'Catfish' Morales #Pedro Pascal Character Fan Fic #Pedro Pascal Characters #Triple Frontier AU #frankie x f!reader #Frankie Morales x OFC

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myroanokenightmare666 · 1 year ago

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A interesting comparison and differences………

So have you guys may be wondering something? Because I actually noticed something that I think many people find this comparison quite believable, and for good reasons. Because it also involves around a spin-off of the main show that’s set in an extended universe. Much like Helluva Boss. And that spin-off…….is Fear The Walking Dead. Now you guys may exactly asking “why or how is this comparison to two separated spin-off has notable similarities yet plenty of different things?????” When I answered that major question from you all, you’ll eventually understand.

Right off the bat, FTWD and HB has a similar problem/flaws when how comes to the later seasons as far as the writing, character, set pieces, etc. Especially with two common/noticeable problems between them…..among with explaining the different things to along with it.

Is how both show switch and just mostly focused on one or two characters, taking over the other important main characters purposes. Which is being Blitzo and Stolas, among with Morgan Jones. Hints how the fandom/community called both of them being “The Biltzo and Stolas Show” and “The Morgan Jones Show.”

Starting with Morgan Jones, his first appearances happened around the beginning of Season 4, set a few years later after Season 3 ended. And I can agreed that Morgan isn’t a good choice for a multitude of reason. But the main problem is how he doesn’t really do anything much or changed anything for the show beside just killing walkers and being insufferable despite being the new main protagonist after the story arc of the Clark family, whose purpose was to healed what was broken and helping other supporting characters, but his niceness and nobility is what kinda ruins him as one of the best characters from The Walking Dead universe. And this happened ever since Travis was killed off from Season 3, then Nick was also killed off during Season 4, Alicia was gone around the end of Season 7, and Madison just….isn’t the same person anymore. Because of that, he taking over for what could’ve been a potentially great new season for the Clark family after Season 3, if everything’s was different. But guess not. On the positive side, Morgan isn’t quite a terrible father nor a terrible leader. Since he still has a heart inside of him, still at time, deeply care towards the people surrounding him, and even tried his hardest to be a good father to his daughter, ever since he lost his own son….unlike with Blitzo and Stolas.

I’m just going to say this…..Blitzo and Stolas was two characters I used to enjoyed and ship a whole lot!!!!!! At first. They may seem like two fun characters who may be a bit of a gay horny couple and often at times, they would often used each other. But they do have moments where I felt them in between, was something I’ve never thought was that good….that is until Season 2 came, and their characterization is right I started to realize……they’re never a good character nor a good father, and most of the time, they both always appeared in almost every episode. And looking deeper. Really shows it all.

Like with Blitzo.

Although he can be hilarious at times and has a few moments that makes him stand out. Yet at the same time, he screw everything up and is a complete asshole. Especially how he treats Moxxie and even stalks him and Millie as well, despite the moment from Episode 6, Season 1. He still abuse the hell out of Moxxie, not to mentioned, taking advantage from Stolas, and most of all….neglectful to his love one/friends/colleagues. I get he has a tragic backstory, ever since Buck has never cared for him beside MONEYYYYYYYY!!!!!!! But just because there’s people who are asshole to you, doesn’t excuse the fact that you’re an asshole, abusive, and a neglectful imp who doesn’t let his own siblings nor colleagues just moved on and do their own things. But still been trying to have a relationship with his adopted daughter “Loona.”

Which perfectly leads to Stolas himself.

Stolas is not a good character and a good father. Straight away. He’s responsible for cheating on his own wife with a imp, leading into massive drama behind the Goetia family. It’s even possible Octavia has a good relationship with her father once when she was young, but as time’s goes on…eventually leading to her father relationships with Blitzo. But not for good reasons. Especially in one of the best episodes from Season 1, Episodes 2. It’s apparently cleared he only cared for himself but doesn’t cared about anything else, even if he tried to cheer his daughter up when taking her to Loo Loo Land. But it was around the same time when Stolas also invite, you guess it…..Blitzo! The same guys who he was falling in love and was cheating his wife. He only invited him….JUST TO BE HORNY TO HIM!!!!!!! Making him a complete fucking liar towards his own daughter about “needing security,” when you’re just having Blitzo to flirt with him…..the same can be said for Season 2, Episode 2 when he and Blitzo are trying to search for Octavia, after she accidentally ends up in LA. Yet, only for him TO JUST FLIRT ON BLIZTO INSTEAD OF BEING SERIOUS ON SEARCHING YOUR OWN DAUGHTER!!!!!!!!!!!!!

2. Another biggest problem between both shows is how it moved away from the original concept that both of them should’ve focused on.

Both the concept of the spin-off has a lot of potential. Especially how Helluva Boss is meant to be an episodic show about three Imps and a Hellhound forming an assassin team known as the I.M.P that involved around teleporting to the human world, in order to assassinate their targets that’s responsible for doing horrible thing. While Fear The Walking Dead is a prequel to The Walking Dead, which is set around the beginning of the Undead Apocalypse. These ideas, again, sounds freaking awesome!!!!!!! But, that’s where another problem rises, because FTWD moved away from the concept as Season 4 came by and Morgan coming along for the ride. It just only become more like a midquel/sequel to The Walking Dead than an actual prequel and the writing just becomes ridiculous and abysmal. As for Helluva Boss, it should’ve been an episodic rather than a plot driven show, which resulted into a complete mess of too many recurring plots and characters, an confusing world-building, characters personalities being assassinated or completely downgraded, many plot holes, etc.

Conclusion. These show, despite so many issue and flaws that cannot be ignored. I still have a lot of fun watching them with some fun I can enjoyed from, especially with its entertainment value. But with Fear the Walking Dead finally getting closer to end in Season 8 as Morgan Jones is officially leaving in the end of the first half, to search for Rick Grimes. Leaving a bit of a nice sendoff to him, leaving the rest of the original cast of the characters to conclude the rest of the storyline. For it to come to the end. As far as the current state for both HH/HB “mostly HB,” it’s not looking good for how the fandom has become a divisive mess that argues with their opinions/criticisms, and especially how Vivziepop has become a mainstream definition of how not to be an amazing creator, she’s not a terrible person …but not a good person either. Even the way she responded to criticism, is not looking pretty for both her and the future of her animated shows. Even growing some concerned for Hazbin Hotel….still……….

We must wait and see. Sooner or later.

#hazbin hotel critical #helluva boss #fear the walking dead #comparison #helluva boss critique #helluva boss criticism #hazbin critical #helluva boss critical #helluva critical

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wikiangela · 1 year ago

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mushy end of year post alert lol

so, bc it's the end of the year, over the last few days I've been just thinking about this year which just overall sucked, but tumblr and writing have been the only things bringing me joy and I'm just so grateful to be here

I've technically been in the 911 fandom since February/March 2021 (I binged the show and caught up between Buck begins and jinxed haha), but it's only this year that I actually got over my tagging anxiety and overthinking, and worrying about being annoying, and started tagging people and interacting more, and started just actually being here and not just lurking lol

I've been writing buddie since March 2021 too, just much less than now, bc I was in my sambucky era haha - but then I did fictober2022, and s6 was airing at the time so I was back in buddie mindset, and I wrote like half of the prompts for them - and then as I was finishing my sambucky 150k fic, I got the idea for the buddie holiday fic, which I started posting in December last year. instantly the reception of that fic was more than anything else before, it's still mind-blowing, and then I kept writing buddie, and now I can't and don't want to stop haha

tbh it's been kinda insane and when I think about it too hard and too long it gets overwhelming, but the love on all my fics, so many nice comments, it's been crazy! and to add to that the way my follower count grew this year, not to mention user subscribers on Ao3 is just 🤯🤯🤯 I'm still always surprised that more than one person enjoys my fics so every time I look at my stats I'm just shocked (that one person being me tbh, I started to really love my fics this year and I reread them all the time 😂 which is another great thing that's changed somehow, bc I used to never look back at my fics haha)

and above all, I met so many amazing people, and whether we talked once, talk from time to time, or just interact in tags/notes, I appreciate all of you so much ❤️ I'm still shy and introverted and don't start a lot of convos and can't keep up a convo to save my life but I always love talking to everyone ❤️😂

I've been in many fandoms over the years but 911 fandom has been the best experience for me - it might just be my little bubble over here on tumblr but either way, I love it, and I love all my mutuals and everyone who follows me, and it's just been a really fun year over here on this hellsite, and tbh it might be the only thing keeping me from breaking down atm lol - this is the first fandom where I truly feel like I belong, however silly it might sound haha

the amount of support on my fics, and the encouragement, all the comments, it's been truly unlike anything else in any fandom I've experienced, and it's been so motivating to keep writing too ❤️ I honestly don't think I'd write as much as I did this year if it wasn't for y'all

so @ all my mutuals and followers, thank you so much for making my year so much better by just being my pocket friends haha <3 i love you all <3

#end of year #mushy post #I still think I'm annoying but I don't care as much anymore hahah #this feels so silly but being here really means so much to me yall have no idea haha #feeling less lonely or whatever #haha idk ignore me this month (if not year) has been tough lol #ily mutuals #not tagging anyone bc this is so silly aaahhh it's Christmas and I'm just feeling emotional haha

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oldfangirl81 · 1 year ago

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20 Questions for Fic Writers

@sugdenlovesdingle this seemed to fun to pass up.

And I'm procrastinating writing.

How many works do you have on AO3? 50

What's your total AO3 word count? 115,555 (lots of wips)

What Fandom do you write for? Marvel, 9-1-1, 9-1-1 LS, Teen Wolf, Top Gun, DC comics, RWRB, Prodigal Son, Doctor Who, BtVS, Eureka, Due South and some SPN.

What are your top 5 fics by kudos? High Flying Adventures in LA (Top Gun/911), 5 Times Tony Stark Did Not Want The Evil Person To Flirt With Him and 1 Time He Did Not Mind (Marvel/SPN/Doctor Who/True Blue), Walk Me Home (911/Eureka), Buster The Gay Dog (911), In The City (Top Gun/911/SWAT)

Do you respond to comments? Why or why not? I try but sometimes it does feel silly to just keep saying Thank you if there isn't anything else I can respond too.

What's the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending? If I Fall (BtVS/Doctor Who). Look I was reading a lot of a certain kind of BtVS fic so this one has Xander deciding to join The Master.

What's the fic you wrote with the happiest ending? Maybe Buster the Gay Dog (911) or A Thousand Good Stories (Top Gun/911 Lone Star). The first Eddie & Buck get together at the end. And the second Bradley & Jake are engaged by the end.

Do you get hate on fics? Rarely. But the funniest one to me was on the 5 Times Tony Stark fic. I was called both a misogynist and homophobic.

Do you write smut? If so what kind? I very rarely write true smut. I do fade to black often. I did write a fic once where Starfire gave Jason a blowjob in an alley. And I swear it isn't exactly what it sounds like but it is at the same time. She was trying to make him stop risking his life by giving him something to live for. Look there is a reason I don't write much smut in over a decade.

Do you write crossovers? What's the craziest one you've written? Yes, I write crossovers. It's kinda my thing really. As for the craziest one? I honestly don't know because a bunch are probably considered odd. Maybe the Marvel crossover with Red White & Royal Blue. Or maybe 9-1-1 and Eureka. Or maybe 9-1-1 Lone Star & Marvel. Or 9-1-1 Lone Star & DC comics. Or maybe my recent Danny Phantom and 9-1-1.

Have you ever had a fic stolen? Yup. It was copied word for word. But it was so long ago I couldn't actually tell which of my fics it was. It might even be one of the ones I orphaned in the years to follow because I don't touch that fandom anymore, nor do I want it associated with me.

Have you ever had a fic translated? I don't think so. I'm not against it.

Have you ever co-written a fic before? Nope. The closest I've come was Tumblr RP over a decade ago now.

What's your all time favorite ship? I can't really pick. I rarely abandon ships for good. I still love Benton Fraser/Ray K, Blair Sandburg/Jim Ellison, Xander Harris/Spike, John Sheppard/Rodney McKay, Stiles/Derek Hale, Steve McGarret/Danny Williams, Danny Messer/Mac Taylor, Danny Messer/Don Flack, Kaylee Fyre/Simon Tam and most of those have been off the air for years and years now.

What's a WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will? Something About That Boy (Marvel/BtVS) or Where Me Demons Hide? (Marvel/BtVS)

What are your writing strengths? I'd like to say my dialogue. And ridiculous chaotic plots in a fun way.

What are your writing weaknesses? Finishing a story before starting ten more. The non dialogue parts.

Thoughts on writing dialouge in another language in a fic? Be careful there be dragons there. I know I've done it in some fics. And a sentence here or there isn't the worst if you aren't fluent. But be open if someone ever corrects you. And more than that maybe find a beta that is fluent in whatever language you are hoping to add to the fic. I know google translate can be rough.

First fandom you wrote in? Ugh, I don't want to answer but if googling my penname is accurate it would have been May '05 so it appears to have been a Harry Potter and BtVs crossover.

Favorite fic you've written? Toss up between Won't You Come See About Me (Top Gun/Marvel) or Wild Angels (9-1-1 Lone Star/DC Comics). Both are WIPs that are NOT abandoned in the slightest.

If you read all this thanks for supporting my procrastination. And feel free to answer these questions yourself.

#tumblr games #writing things #my fics

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d3vildomc4kep0p · 5 months ago

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Heads up just because I hate the direction both games and the devs have taken doesn’t mean I hate the characters,fandom or experience I have had in the fandom. There are just a lot of opportunities the devs could have taken with the story and unsurprisingly they decided to do the opposite.

Sorry it took me so long to reply, I have been thinking about how to in the first place since the way i structured my doc was more suited for a video essay style.

But this one will just be a more personal explanation.

Ok so starting with the first “season” (lessons 1-20) in the first game already had my interest due to the interesting premise of being summoned to hell at the time, all of the characters were very interesting and stood out from each other.

Not to mention the conflict of MC trying to free Belphegor and not knowing his true intentions was perfectly set up and CONFLICT (actual conflict in Obey me for once).

Despite the fast resolution between Belphegor, his brothers and MC for straight up murdering MC, it was a good story and I along with many people I think were very excited for season 2.

When it came to the events (used to pad the wait time between seasons) they were fun and camp but I wanted to find out more about the lore.

I don’t know why the devs did not jump on it as much but Obey me’s lore (in terms of the brothers, the devildom and Diavolo’s family) had enough to reel me in but leave me wanting more in the following seasons.

I don’t know if it was the execution or the juggling of “slice of life demon bros” , “romantic moments with the datables” and “”conflict” that despite being resolved has no effect on the characters or plot”.

If I remember around this time the devs were starting to take criticism from the fans about the game and the writing (some people didn’t like the fact that the demon bros acted like DEMONS and others wanted routes instead to romance each brother.)

(I’m not saying the Obey me should be like Diabolik lovers but what did people expect from demons, no less the SEVEN DEADLY SINS?)

I understand taking critique in order to understand what your fans want and how to make your game better but at that point the devs basically bastartedized any of the original characterization of the bros and that was before the anime came out and all of the merch.

At that point Obey was no longer a game it had become a brand (I love my merch too but Solmare really went all out and it left a sour taste in my mouth. You made so much merch yet can’t bring the story of your game back to its original status quo?).

By that point I was already beginning to venture on to different fandoms and only checked in to see if anything big had happened. Only to see Mesphisto, Thirteen and Rapheal had been added as characters and brought into the upcoming lessons.

Honestly from there I lost interest in Obey me, I think the reason it failed is because of the lack of expanding upon the lore, the mischaracterization of almost all of the characters, the pacing and Solmare jumping ship to make more merch and just reboot the series again when they wanted to make a quick buck (Like another person in this reblog chain said).

Sorry if this is hard to read , I kinda word dumped my thoughts.

The longer I play Obey Me, the more I feel like Obey Me is a story about how the MC, in their quest to seek acceptance by the people they care about, ends up destroying themselves in the process and losing the very thing that made them so special and loved in the first place.

In the beginning of OG, they started off as just a normal human who got whisked away to a weird ass world where literally nobody respects them. Despite this, they recognised from the beginning that these demons and angels were not so different from humans. MC's ability to see the demons as actual people and not just beings controlled by their sins was what allowed them to form close bonds with them. They had good intentions to reunite the demon brothers who had undergone centuries of misunderstanding, resentment, and pent up grief. Even though they were excessively nosy, MC's unique position as a complete outsider allowed them to see just how much love the demon brothers had for each other, and how they can become closer if everybody would just better communicate with each other. Serving as the bridge to better improve the brothers' relationships was what convinced the demon brothers to also see MC as a member of their family.

But as the MC became more involved in the Devildom's problems, they started to adopt the same toxic traits that had created wedges between the brothers in the first place. From relying heavily on their pacts to subdue the brothers, to allowing a curse to control Barbatos (even though they had the ability to break it), to going along with the brothers' manipulative scheme to trick Satan into reconciling with Lucifer when Satan ran away to the human world -- it's almost like MC has unconsciously picked up on some of their loved ones' behaviour. Gone are the days where MC brings in a new perspective to problems. Now, they just embrace the chaos and their more darker traits, for that is what is expected of them to survive in the Devildom. And since everyone within their circle puts them on a pedestal, this further affirms to the MC that this is how they should be.

Dealing with the affairs of the Devildom had also caused the MC to grow more apathetic. In the beginning, they had been actively taking steps to form pacts with the brothers and were generally very invested in freeing Belphie from the attic. They remained true to themselves and insisted that they form a pact with Satan based on mutual trust and understanding, and not just as a means to smite Lucifer. Despite being in a helpless situation, MC never refused to give up their agency. But the longer MC gets involved with these shenanigans, the more they grew... numb to everything.

Solomon bringing me back to the Devildom unannounced? Oh, sure. Diavolo and Solomon hiding the reasons for my sudden return? Not my problem.

Simeon facing a problem to the point of having a quarter of the cast acting as his bodyguards? Eh, I'll just ignore it until I can't anymore.

Watching and waiting. That's what they have resorted to doing.

And that mindset of kicking problems down the line until it lands on MC's doorstep and they have no choice but to act -- that's exactly how they have been acting when they were stuck in NB, hasn't it? MC didn't bother forming pacts with the past version of the brothers until they were given an ultimatum, and even then, they simply relied on the convenient timing of each brother struggling with an inner crisis to swoop in, resolve the situation and tick them off their checklist.

MC in NB seems like an unfortunate culmination of everything they faced so far. They're too apathetic to care about getting sent to an unfamiliar place once again, too desensitised to life in the Devildom to reclaim their agency, and too desperate to earn the love of their former family to even think about anything else. They became so co-dependent to the demon brothers that they seem to think they cannot live without them or their affection, even if the ones they are living with in the past are different people from the ones they grew to love in the present.

The phrase "You either die a hero, or live long enough to see yourself become the villain" fits way too perfectly for the Obey Me MC. After all, MC keeps getting rewarded every time they try to get themselves killed (or even when they actually got killed). Maybe that's the only way they know how to resolve problems.

So if they can't die as the hero, they'll just learn to live as the villain.

#obey me!#obey me #reblog🕷️🕸️🩷#i too have an intresting relationship with the game #if it wasn't for this game I don't think I would have been able to process myself and some of the stuff I was going through a few years ago #these demons helped me find a part of myself i had honestly tried to repress a long time ago #i jus wish they weren't done dirty by their own company

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denim-devil · 2 years ago

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Consolation | J.C

Pairings - Jacob Custos x Male reader

Request - OMG U WRITE FOR THE QUARRY?? Can I request Jacob x Emma’s adopted brother smut? Even tho he’s adopted, he’s basically the same as Emma (attractive, nice body, small waist, and big kissable lips) but he’s nicer and loves helping people. Emma always makes fun of him and calls him a push over. Reader has always had a crush on Jacob but has never done anything abt it bcuz Emma was dating him and cuz he seemed straight. The story would take place after Jacob storms off after truth or dare and instead of Emma going to find Jacob, it would be the reader this time. They do the swimming scene, almost kiss, get interrupted by the werewolves, but instead of running into the woods, they hide in the kitchen. And then smut

A/N — I’m decided to leave the smut part out of it, hope you don’t mind, I thought this fic was kinda cute and fluffy so-

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You watched your sister lock lips with Nick, already you could sense the tension, it was thick, smouldering, you could see the pain behind Jacob’s eyes, his mouth hanging agape in shock, why would Emma do such a thing? Especially in-front of Abi too.

You coughed loud enough to break up the kiss Emma being Emma stuck her tongue out at you before plonking herself back on the log beside an angry Abi.

It took no longer then a look her way for her to practically jump to her feet, running away from the crackling campfire towards the forest.

“You like kissing my girlfriend asshole?”

Jacob bucked up his chest, glaring down at the Aussie counsellor. Nick looked guilty, of course he did, but knowing Jacob, he wasn’t one to let things go so easily.

“It was just a game-“

“I’m nobody’s girlfriend”

You shake your head at your sister’s response, she had no remorse, not even in the slightest. You could sense the anger which irradiated from Jacob’s figure.

“The fuck it was. “Oh, it was just a game!” Yeah, the fuck it was, man!”

He began to mimic his best friend, still looking him up and down like he was really looking for a fight, or something, something to at-least show everyone that Emma was off limits. You were so sick of this Alpha-male bullshit but you really sympathised with him, especially with how everyone had been treating him this summer.

Jacob twists on his heel, stomping away from the camp which was a clear indication of how he felt, he had every right to feel that way, Emma dangled a carrot in front of his face, how was he suppose to act.

“Grow up, Jacob”

You gather your thoughts, immediately rising to your feet, fuck, somebody had to check on him and he probably really didn’t want to see Emma right now, not after tonight.

“Well done horse face, way to go-“

You follow in Jacob’s footsteps, quickly jogging after him in a pace that suited you.

──☆──

You were met with the glistening waters of Hackett’s quarry lake, the water slightly jiggling in place, the moon’s reflection shimmering over the slightly murky water.

You could hear splashes, ones that were not to big but big enough to give up Jacob’s where-about’s. You slowly made your way over the creaking wood, the small dock isolated, attached to the empty boat deck.

“Jacob?” You whisper sweetly, watching the bigger male forcefully throw pebbles into the lake, maybe it was a distraction, one that reframed him from replaying the exact moment his whole world tumbled down.

“Go away-“

“It’s me…”

You trail off. He wasn’t surprised, but glad, glad you had followed behind, at-least someone was fond of him. His frown settled into a small smirk, a weak smirk that hid away his true feelings.

You sit yourself beside him. Immediately you could tell he had been crying, from his slightly puffy, red eyes to the clear tears that stained his olive skinned cheeks

It was silent between the two of you, not that you minded, Jacob actually preferred it that way, enjoying your company with the silence that followed but of course, you were way to sweet to keep quiet.

“Jacob…look at me”

He did, but his smirk faded, instead it was replaced with that frown from before. You could sense how hurt he was from, judging by his sniffling he wasn’t going to stop feeling sorry for himself any time soon and that in itself broke your heart, you had to do something.

“She fucking frenched him- in front of everyone…jesus wept”

You watched a distraught Jacob scramble to his feet, pacing back and forth. He could feel the dry tears on his cheek, the extra amount of spit clinging to his tongue from not swallowing as often, god…really.

“Well…lover boy, you can either stop sulking over her, and Nick, or…you can go grab us some towels”

Jacob stopped in his tracks before turning to face you, confusion written all over his features, his brows furrowed as if you had just stepped on his toe.

“What do you need towels for?”

You smile, which had Jacob’s heart thump slightly faster…fuck, what was going on.

“Well, since you agreed with Emma, summer fun an all and after that kiss, I’m sure she’s the last person you want to see…our Summer isn’t over just yet…”

Jacob watches you kick off your shoes, your fingers already grabbing at your zipper, Emma has already managed to fuck the night up for pretty much everyone, and your love for Jacob grew by the second, why not sweep up the opportunity to get closer, with it being just the two of you.

Jacob perked up slightly before muttering a more happier “okay”. You watched the older male scurry off, maybe it was the vibe, or the urgency to have some fun but Jacob seemed pretty into this…

──☆──

“There’s not towels!” Jacob shouted down from the upper boat deck. With the kids being rather rampant and destructive, you were sure a few smuggled some home, not that it was an issue.

“None?!”

Jacob stood glaring at the empty wooden panels, clearly his luck was non-existent by this point.

“There’s exactly zero.”

“You dick”

You joke, not that it was the right time but still, no towels, you were going to freeze to death, even in summer the air was cool, cooler then usual.

“Just get back down here, Jacob…”

──☆──

“Huh, okay well I guess we could just like, drip dry. Or I mean we could shake it out doggy style”

You blush at his comment, your eyes focusing on how eased and free he was, he felt a little more in the present now, not that he’s over Emma’s actions yet but it was something.

You both chuckle before slipping down your trousers, leaving you in just your boxers which immediately caught his attention. He watched as you practically hid yourself by turning away, facing the water.

“I-“

Before he could even speak you dive head first into the water with a short squeal, one that left Jacob with a blooming sense of joy, something that spread through his body, his chest…

“Hey- I can’t just pretend it didn’t happen-“

“Oh but you can. Because, you see, oh help, help, I’m- I’m drowning. And I- I need a big, strong not at all insecure man to come and save me…”

You giggle before settling your eyes on his naked chest…fuck, he really had you wrapped around his finger. He blushes at your comments, you helped him forget about her and you actually cared about how he was feeling.

“Okay…”

You watch as he pushes his shoulder forwards before slightly flexing, buffing up his chest.

“What’s this? A male in need?! Fear not, fragile thing- for Hurricane Jake is here!”

He jumps high enough to tuck his legs underneath him, his arms holding them up creating a ball-like shape.

“CANNONBALL-“

The splash was big, but you chuckle, watching his head dunk underneath for a second before reappearing, he grimaced at the coldness now surrounding him.

“Woah, cold! Oh! Cold, cold, cold. Oh my- Cold. Oh. Phew”

You giggle watching the older male shiver, you could tell he would get use to it though, you smile, finally he looked a little bit happier, if only for a split second.

“Hurricane Jake?”

Your smile only encourages the butterflies in his stomach to spread up into his chest, a rush of adrenaline running through him, or something of the sorts had a raspy laugh escape him.

You playfully splash him before scooting away a bit, knowing Jacob would do the same back.

“Oh, okay, okay, now you’re gonna get it. See?”

Scooting closer, Jacob uses his strength to his ability, forcing a big splash to topple over your hair, soaking it. You squeal feeling each, single droplet pass by your ears and neck, eventually back into the water.

You giggle once again before shooting him a despicable glance, splashing him back.

“Hey! Quit it!”

You roll your eyes playfully knowing full well he was having fun, maybe the most fun he’s had all summer, especially here anyways.

“Oh! Stop! Being! A! Grump”

You use both hands to paddle small splashes back his way causing him smirk, his arms dunk underneath the water disappearing from view before he slyly pushes water back onto you.

“Ugh! Attack!”

You flinch before shooting him a glare.

“Ahhh! Hey!”

Before you could even respond, the male takes a large breath before ducking beneath the water. You look around, trying to catch whatever plan he calculated in his head.

A forceful hand yanks your leg quickly, dragging you underneath. You yelp before the water consumes you. You can already hear the deep laughter erupting from his chest before coming back up to the surface.

Your eyes squint, stopping the water from blurring your vision.

“Dick move.”

You feel his arms secure your waist against his own, the water softening the fabric between you both even more…fuck, was this really happening.

“Jacob…”

You look up into his eyes, capturing that same glint he wore when he accidentally walked in on you showering, something dark, but not entirely lustful, the way his arms soothed over your lower back had you judging his motive.

“Yeah…”

He mutters back, his lips mere inches from your own, you could feel his breath fan across your cheek. You sigh, allowing the older male to pull your bottom half closer until your chest’s were touching.

“Is this okay? I can move away if-“

You shake your head before lifting it, close enough for his plump lips to rub against them.

“Please…Please don’t-“

Your breath hitches once Jacob pushes for the kiss, attaching your lips together. His arms keep you close, holding you against his front. He grunts, your teeth sinking into his bottom lip, tugging on it.

He watches you closely once you pull away, a light blush dusting his cheeks a pale red. The air was getting cooler, much like the water surrounding you both which encouraged you to take ahold of one of Jacob’s hands, pulling him towards the dock.

“You’re okay with this?”

You mutter. You weren’t really sure what was happening between the two of you, jealousy doesn’t run far from the tree, yes you were super jealous of you’re sister, but now, now you had the chance to show Jacob how you really felt, especially with how inviting the situation had become.

You feel a tug back before you sink back into his chest, his arm wrapping around your shoulder blades, your faces close once again.

“Not in a million years would I imagine this…but you- I realise now…”

#male reader #x male reader #jacob custos #the quarry #zach tinker #smut #fluff #angst #damn girl all three-#jacob’s emotions are MESSY

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lover-of-mine · 1 year ago

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"I do think the show kinda wrote themselves into a corner with them and I can go on a whole separate rant about that" can you elaborate on that?

tldr: the stakes are too high now so it's easier to keep playing with the tension than resolving it.

Okay, so, I do joke they had a plan when they casted Ryan, but I actually do think they were just playing with the chemistry between Oliver and Ryan up until the moment they decided to retcon the well to make the will a thing. I do think both Ryan and Oliver like to play with their chemistry too, I don't act but I'm guessing it is fun to play with what you can do with another actor you have the type of chemistry they have, but when you look at season 2 and most of season 3 as a whole, ignoring a few moments we like to hang on to, they are two friends who really trust each other. Season 3 does up the stakes, but it was early enough they could swing it either way even more with the way they are not as close as they could be during most of season 4, a lot of things about the 2 of them are left implied, and it makes sense considering both of them had explicit love interests that season.

But the shooting and consequences are a real turning point for the way they are being portrayed, its less unintentional, less reliant on the chemistry between the two of them, it's more on purpose, the way the shooting scene was filmed and framed, the choice of words, the slow-mo of them standing there, the impression they give you that they have their eyes locked across the pavement, Buck saving Eddie alone, having Eddie ask Buck is he's hurt, Buck saying "I need you to hang on", the way Buck steps up with Chris without knowing about the will, the way we find out about the will, the choice to have that be something Eddie has been hiding for over a year, creates something on purpose with the two of them that actually allows them to play with putting buddie in season 2 and 3 in a different light, it implies a level of planning when you look at the whole show. Season 5 we have them talking more on screen, we have Eddie basically asking for permission to break up with Ana, the wording in that scene also feels really on purpose to make you look for hidden meanings if it ever came to it. And there are things like Mitchell clocking that hurting Eddie is more effective in controlling Buck that's also something you can come back to and repurpose later. There's the choice to have Buck being the person who actually gets through to Eddie with making him feel comfortable in his own life again, and having Buck being the person Eddie opens up about his trauma to begin with. And then we have literally everything about season 6. Season 6 actually allows me to change the perception of the whole show and write a 4k words rant about how Eddie has been in love with Buck since season 3, because they make a very conscious effort to paint Buck, Eddie, and Christopher as a family unity, the dinner on the premier, Buck baking cookies for Chris to take to school, the 3 of them hanging out on the loft while Chris does his homework. And everything about Buck's death and the episodes following, Eddie mirroring Buck during the shooting after the lightning, Eddie acting like a grieving partner, Chris being the person who makes Eddie go and see Buck, Buck knowing he can run to Eddie's when he's overwhelmed, whatever the fuck was mixed feelings.

But since now they can very easily add context to previous seasons to make them seem planned even if they weren't, there's a whole new level of expectations about them together. Because it makes it look like the people who have been shipping them since season 2 are right, so right now the showrunners have the chance to make what could objectively be one of the best slowburns in television history and add the fact that it's a queer relationship and they have the chance to do something that will make the show go down in romance history in a way. But realistically speaking, it's hard for them to make that relationship a reality. We have 7 main characters, we see 4 of them get together, so we are invested in them, we have Karen being introduced to us when Hen screws up, which makes us sympathize with Karen so we are invested in henren even if Karen mostly exists to be Hen's wife, and we have the other two being heavily shipped together since the beginning. But the thing with Bobby and Athena and Chim and Maddie is that they don't work together, so they don't have to acknowledge bathena and madney every episode, because if we are not seeing them together there's no real expectation for the episode to do something to remind us they are together. That won't work with buddie. Considering the way they are partnered in the field most of the time and they are on the same shift and how high the expectations around them are because of the way their friendship was constructed, they would have to find a way to make the relationship known every episode. And let's face it, most television shows really struggle with keeping slowburns together after the buildup, and the buildup with buddie is high, because they get used to working the tension and once the tension is resolved they drop the ball so we end up with unnecessary conflicts and breakups that make no sense just to add tension back in so the relationship will be interesting for them to write. And we joke that Eddie baby trapped Buck and that they act like an old married couple, but they literally already have a canon legal document tying them together, they very explicitly co-parent Chris, they are very clearly comfortable in each other's spaces, so that makes the usual tricks to keep slowburns interesting won't work, because honestly, I think that even a friends to married thing with them isn't that farfetched. Raise the tension enough in the lead-up to getting them together and they could have them flying to vegas to get married and most people just accepting it. But that's not good for their storytelling because 911 is not the buddie show and there is all this expectation that could end up with them deciding that writing them as an established couple is more complicated to deal with than just leaving them simmering forever.

Because the thing is, one good push and you get them together, they can trip them into a relationship at any time, really, just sit them down and let them talk about their feelings and accidentally confess to something, or turn up the flirty banter they have while they're alone and let them trip into each other, put any of them in danger and have the other snapping, like literally any of the hundred contexts we have of getting together fics about them would work at this point, but the issue is not getting them together is keeping them together in a satisfying way.

#i hope this makes sense oaksoaksaoksaok #i really need a tag for asks #anon 😌#911 #does this count as #911 meta #?#aospalspalsplas #buddie thoughts

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nowoyas · 2 years ago

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Edible Arrangements: Twenty-Fifth Bite: Apology Fruit

First - Prev - Next - M.list - Read on Ao3

A/N: Woah. Posting on a schedule is fucking weird. I'm in the throes of NaNoWriMo right now, working on a different fic primarily, but it's going well and soon I should run out of tracks for that fic and be back to working ahead on EA! One horrible thing to note: turns out, tumblr will never play nice with copy-and-pasting, which means formatting this doesn't get easier even if I write in Scrivener in a way that makes my brain hurt! I'll get over it, though!

I had to fight this chapter a little bit to get it to format correctly and did a few passes, but please don't hesitate to let me know if you notice any mistakes or formatting weirdness!

Additional note, I actually kind of hate what tumblr's doing with links. I had to jump through HOOPS to find my way to getting a link to the previous chapter.

Chapter Summary: After a saved date, you and Izuku return home, where he pops the question he's been toying with for a while. Preparations and work ensue.

Warnings: some light touches on trauma previously gone over in the plot, food mentions

Word count: ~4300 words

You're not sure you've ever felt this content in your life. Izuku drives you home, the both of you locked in tranquility, and he has half a mind to carry you inside once you're there. There's a candy bowl set out in front of the gate, filled with full-size Skittles bags and king-sized candy bars in the event any trick-or-treaters brave the rich neighborhood long enough to make it to your place. (You figure they must—no smart kid would pass up getting candy from the people with money to splurge on the big guns for Halloween.) You kick off your shoes, Izuku shrugs off his suit jacket, and before long, you're cuddled up on the couch and picking out a movie.

After much hesitation, he picks some horror movie and puts it on. You don't know if it's the best idea for his re-introduction into watching things on his TV, but, well, if he picked it…

For a little while, you watch in comfortable silence. His arms are wrapped around you carefully, soothingly, like he's afraid he might break you. And as the movie continues, his grip on you tightens, gradual at first, until it's an uncomfortable silence and you have no choice but to address it.

"Izuku?"

"Y-yeah?"

"You okay?"

He doesn't answer. After a moment, you reach for the remote and hit pause, looking through the guide for something better suited. "Yeah, I didn't think so. I’m not a huge fan of horror, anyways. There's this movie I watch every year on Halloween; it's kinda childish but it's fun and I like it a lot, so can we watch that instead?" You're careful in your wording, purposeful in making it sound like he's doing something for you by changing the movie.

He nods, burying his face in the back of your neck. "I'm sorry. I really wanted to try my hardest, but it just wasn't…"

"That's okay," you say softly. "It was a valiant effort, but I let you take on too much, too fast. You may not ever like horror movies, as it is. Honestly, I kind of hate them myself. Let's move to something that won't be so awful for you, okay?" You flip to the new movie: a well-loved kid's Halloween movie that you've damn near memorized by now. He accepts the change with quiet gratitude, and as the movie begins, his hold on you relaxes into something more fluid.

It's a quiet Halloween. Your thoughts drift once or twice to the candy table near the gate, the question of how many have come by and found delight in the seemingly bottomless bowl of candy waiting there for them. You're sure that, had you thought to decorate, the whole house would have been covered in Halloween decorations. Normally, you might have tagged along with Mina to a party, or maybe agreed to babysit someone's kids and take them trick-or-treating. This time a few months ago, you're sure you would have been utterly desperate to make a quick buck and capitalize off of babysitting the kids whose parents have gotten over the whole “taking the kids trick-or-treating” deal. A soft smile flits onto your face at the thought of how much things have changed for you.

"Hey…" Izuku says quietly. You tilt your head back to look at him.

"Are you… Are you happy with how things are?"

You blink innocently at the question. "This is probably the happiest I've been in a long time. I mean, some things got dangerous. I made the mistake of saying 'vampire' out loud and got one of my closest friends hurt, along with myself. There's a lot I should probably work through, but…" You're not sure how to finish the sentence. "Here, with you, I wouldn't want things to be any different than they have been."

He smiles softly. "I see. I'm glad."

"Why? Something wrong?"

He sighs. "No, I just… I worry. About making you too dependent on me. I know, I offered this because you needed someone to depend on and so did I, but… I don't want you to think you can't leave. I never want you to feel trapped here."

You reach up, patting his cheek gently. "I'm happy. I don't feel trapped. I feel like I have a future again. You said I could leave whenever I wanted, and you weren’t lying."

He frowns, but pulls you a little closer. "I was thinking about adopting a cat. I… We… I think we could both use trained, professional help, after everything the both of us have been through. But for us to both be able to speak fully about everything, it has to be someone vampire-friendly, and I don't know how to even begin looking for that, so it could take a while to find someone. And then, I'm worried about creating a conflict of interest, because that’s a big concern with therapists seeing patients who know each other, so we'd have to find two separate ones who are both vampire-friendly and won’t think we’re insane, and… Until then, I think an emotional support animal would be a good idea, and I've seen the way you look at pictures of cats, so…"

The smile on your face could not possibly grow any bigger. "Yes! I'd love a cat! I've always wanted one, but my parents thought they were evil beings or whatever, and I haven't been able to afford or house one since I moved out, so I never got one, but I'd love one!"

He smiles back, running a gentle thumb over the skin of your good arm. "We'll figure out a day to go visit the shelter and pick one out, okay?"

Giddy, you turn your attention back to the movie. "Okay!" You turn your attentions back to the movie, but you can't focus anymore. You're giddy with thoughts of cat and getting sleepy as the weight of the best steak on the planet settles in your stomach and drags you down.

Your phone screen lights up. A text. It's from your ex.

Asshole to [name] at 12:04 AM

Asshole: Who was that tonight?

Despite everything, you smile.

You block his number without even a word.

"So, how was Halloween?" Mina rests her chin in her palm, looking you over with a smug smile. You're both sat on the same side of one of the round tables in front of the Caf, facing the fountain as you wait for Neito to show his annoying ass up.

"Mina. Oh my god. The steak." You grip her arm, casting one arm over your eyes dramatically. "I've dreamed of it every night since."

"It's been, like, two nights, but do go on."

"I cried in the restaurant. It was. So. Good."

She laughs, wrenching her arm away just to pull you into a side hug.

"Okay, okay, enough about that meat. What about—"

"Am I interrupting?"

You pause in your dramatic steak talk to open one eye towards Neito. He's dressed pretentious, with mirror shades and shorts even though it's literally fucking November, because that's who he is as a person, you guess. More important is what he's holding: a fruit bouquet, barely small enough to be carried in one hand.

"Oh, good, you got a table with an umbrella. The sun has never been great for my complexion." There's a statement lingering on that: it's worse now. (Almost a funny joke, though, if it came from someone with a less sinister role in your past.)

"You're not interrupting. Come sit, Murder Guy," Mina says. Her voice seems friendly enough, but you've known her long enough to know that she's ready to throw hands at any given moment. "What's with the fruit?"

"He's my project partner, actually," you whisper to her.

She buckles over with laughter, and soon, you follow, quiet giggles floating out of you.

He looks confused between the two of you as she recovers. "It's for [name]. I, uh, thought to purchase one for the… for their friend as well, but I get the sense that he would rather forget I exist."

"Kind of extra, but I'll take it. I’ll let him know you apologized, too."

He slides the bouquet across the table to you. It's actually kind of a nice gesture—in the middle of it all is a little greeting card that reads, in swooping cursive letters: Sorry for trying to kill you and your friend.

Aw. He bought you an apology fruit arrangement.

"Thanks."

He clears his throat. "Yeah."

"It's a good step in the right direction."

"Uh-huh."

Silence settles over the three of you. He doesn't seem to have brought a friend along. As easy as it'd be for you to just joke with Mina this whole time, you do have work to do, so…

"You know what else is a good step in the right direction?"

Neito pre-emptively cringes. "What?"

"Getting started on this dumb assignment. Let's go ahead and see what Dr. Aizawa's got for us." You grab a fruit skewer and open up your laptop to get started. Neito nods and hurriedly gets out his own things, making the table quite crowded with two laptops and a fruit bouquet.

Surprisingly, the work comes naturally. You settle on a topic and distribution of work after only a moderate level of teeth-gritting and glaring, and leave it to Neito to officially claim it. No major incidents occur, and you're actually quite happy with the way things get settled. You suspect it has something to do with the fact that he feels guilty for everything that's happened, but you'll take getting more influence on the project if that's how you have to get it.

And things move on.

You bring home the fruit bouquet and snack on it while you work on school things. And when you're done and relaxing, you have half a mind to wonder where Izuku has gone off to. You pass it off quickly—he's probably busy, after all, and you don't want to bother him.

Yeah, probably just busy.

A day of classes meets you, barely paying attention. You promised you’d attend all your classes today, and really, two hours isn’t so bad, but you really, really can’t make yourself care today. Two hours of classwork, and then meeting Izuku for pet shopping.

You'd been so excited about the cat that Izuku couldn't help but agree to start the process as soon as possible. So today, getting the necessities, like a cat bed and tower. When you return with a whole mess of things for your future son, you both pile them up in the middle of the living room and start on the biggest thing: assembling the cat tree. Well, trees. You'd picked up one, and, realizing how big the house was, sheepishly asked whether Izuku would be alright with at least a second one. So now you sit back-to-back, each with your own cat tree to assemble. Periodically, one of you holds the instructions or a random, ambiguous piece of tree over your shoulder for an opinion or a complaint, but overall, the night is peaceful. It does much to soothe you, even with the half an hour spent swearing and disassembling your cat tree only to re-assemble it with just a bit more accuracy.

"Should we eventually get a second cat?" you wonder aloud as you deliberate the difference between two seemingly identical pieces of wood. The instructions insist they're different, but if they are, you can't see it. "I mean, the baby might get lonely."

"I don't ever really leave the house for long. Do you think it'll be a problem?"

"I think it depends on the cat, really. I heard they get lonely without another cat around."

"Hmm. We'll meet the cat and figure out whether the one we end up with even likes other cats first, does that sound fair?"

You smile and turn back to your very clearly different pieces of wood.

"Yeah, I'm good with that."

Somehow, things get better. You pick away at your fruit bouquet over the next few days, cat-proof the mansion within reason, and genuinely consider convincing Izuku to install a whole jungle gym for your future son on the walls of the living room.

Nights fall, and without fail, you find yourself in Izuku's bed, or he finds himself in yours. You can hardly sleep without him there, now—though you try to move forward, past everything that's happened to you, it's only in his arms that you stop thinking about the thrall mark you can't see and the things you can't remember long enough to sleep. It's only in his arms that you can ignore your healing burns and the pain associated with them, and move past the memories of thorns digging into your sides, of your best friend falling unconscious to the ground, of begging for someone to call Izuku, please call Izuku, he'll save Tenya, he has to—

But you're safe here. You have to be.

So you keep going. You let yourself fall back to sleep, night after night, with Izuku there to remind you that you’re safe, and a Saturday morning comes to remind you that you did, indeed, agree to sacrifice part of your weekend to having Hitoshi over again to practice the presentation ahead of time and look at re-arranging any potential slides.

You don't even want to think about the stupid thing; you very nearly turn over and let Izuku protect you from the day as a whole, but you’d better do something today before it all goes to shit. All your interest in the Death Adder, the mysterious plane crash, the nearly hundred bodies showing up with bite marks, has evaporated. You're left with a sense of unease at the mere thought of working on it, on working to memorize the details of an event so horrifically traumatic for someone so close to you and be able to parrot them back to a classroom of disinterested university students who're just there to fill their mandatory attendance requirements.

Seeing disinterest on their faces as you talk about everything might just drive you mad.

Still, Izuku had been more than fine with (maybe even enthusiastic to the idea of) having Hitoshi over again, and he’ll be here in a few hours, so once again, you resign yourself to being antagonized by—and maybe even getting along with—Hitoshi until your required tasks are done. In the meantime, you drag yourself out of bed and into your bedroom, where you sequester at your desk, make notecards, and practice idly on your own, whispering the words to your half of the presentation to yourself. They feel too damning to say out loud, and you're forced to dance around them until you find ways to say everything that doesn't make you think about Izuku, about how he must have felt when—

No. Stop thinking about it.

Afternoon arrives, you being interrupted only by Izuku putting food down on top of your notecards, and Hitoshi arrives, too, and soon, you're in the library, flipping through your notecards in preparation, and then, you're practicing with Hitoshi, and then—

…

—then?

Finally, after days of preparation and thought, still with no name in mind, you and Izuku travel to the animal shelter. They have strict rules for adoption, and you've followed them to the letter, a clean bill so you can pick out the cat today and stop by the store for the appropriate food on your way back.

The receptionist greets you with a smile, apparently infected by your enthusiasm. "Name?"

"Midoriya," Izuku answers. "We made the appointment to meet the cats?"

"Certainly. We've gone over your pre-application, so you're approved for any cats you choose. Thank you both, again, for following the process so willingly—we get a lot of complaints about our high standards for potential adopters, but introducing this system dropped the local cases of abandonment and abuse quite significantly."

"Of course." Izuku smiles at her. She takes you to the back, down the hall, to a large room where tons of cats of various ages, sizes, and colors bound around, being perfectly catlike in their mannerisms.

"So, I'll let the two of you look around and meet with your potential new friends for a bit. We encourage you to interact with the cats, and if you have any questions or are looking for any particular breed or care needs, let an attendant know and we'll be happy to help. You can hit that buzzer on the wall to find me at the front desk, okay?"

"Yep!" you chirp. "Thank you!"

She leaves you to your perusal, and you're more than happy for the relative solitude—you go straight to the center of the room, and Izuku follows, watching in amusement as you sit in the middle of the floor and begin to watch for any cat that stands out to you.

"Did you have anything in mind, Izu?"

"I'd like it to be a cat," he replies, smiling wryly.

You snort. "Well, I'd hope so. I mean, do you have any limits on stuff like special needs, or age, or…"

"I mean, I guess I'd be happy with anything? They're all so cute, I'm not sure how I could even choose. And I’ve got time to take care of a special needs cat if that’s what we end up with."

He takes a seat on the floor next to you. Several cats bound right up to him—you giggle when a kitten enthusiastically begins to climb his back.

Oh, you have no idea where to begin on this little venture. There's easily sixty cats in the large room—more, you assume, hiding in various nooks and crannies. There's an attendant who's just come in, bearing a rolling bin filled with compartments of various cat foods. You watch as nearly every cat in the room bolts to her, including the one that had been climbing Izuku. You laugh as it springs off him. "These hoes ain't loyal at all." You giggle. "They left you the second someone had food."

The attendant looks up to see you two, smiling at you. "How are you finding the cats? Meet any that speak to you?"

"Well, I think we're both a little lost. I was kind of hoping one would just… jump out at me. But… Do you have any that don't really like other cats, or that might have to leave the center soon?"

Izuku spares you a glance. You await the attendant's answer as she measures out food.

"Hm… Most of our cats have turned out to be really friendly. But we do have one… He stays away from the other cats, and he won't even come out to eat. He's in that back corner over there, in the tree, if you want to try to meet him. But be careful, he bites a lot. If we can't get his behavior to level out, we may have to…"

"Say no more." You push yourself to a standing position, following her directions to a cat tree in the back corner of the room, where, sure enough, two orange eyes peek out at you from a seemingly impossible shroud of darkness.

And, impossibly, your neck begins to itch.

"'Zuku, are you looking at my neck?" you mutter to him as he comes up beside you.

"Well, I wasn't," he says. "Why?"

"It's… itching."

You gingerly extend a hand into the darkness. You're greeted with a sniff, then pull your hand away as the tiniest black fluff steps out of the dark.

"Oh shit, he's adorable." You hover your hand just within reach, shifting uncomfortably at the continued itching-burning of your bite marks. "Hey, sweetheart, the nice lady tells me you're not a fan of the other kitties?"

To your delight, he meows back. Your neck seems to itch more as he stares at you, and just to be sure, you glance back at the attendant. Her back is to you, and there's no one else in the room. Izuku has reached a hand out to let the kitten warm up to him, in hopes of avoiding a bite, but his eyes are trained completely on the baby.

The cat is the only one looking at your neck. And on closer inspection, two impossibly sharp fangs are poking out of his mouth, the likes of which you've only really noticed on…

"Baby, is that you?" you mutter to it in your best cat voice.

It doesn't answer. It's a cat, after all.

"Izuku, I think he's the one."

"Do you?" he asks, raising his eyebrows. He's smoothed one finger over the top of the cat's head. No biting so far.

"We've taken to calling him Ankle Biter," the attendant says from behind you. You nearly scream—Izuku's quick hand on your shoulder grounds you enough to resist it. "He usually goes for the ankles." "Do you ever see him eat regular cat food?"

She tilts her head. "Sometimes? He doesn't come out until people leave, though, except to bite unprovoked. I can't figure him out."

"Anything else strange about him?"

She places a hand on her chin thoughtfully. "Well, it's odd… We've had Ankle Biter here for a good six months, but he's never gotten any bigger, or really changed at all. By now, he should basically look like a smaller adult, but he just… hasn't changed."

You shoot Izuku a Look™. Whether he understands it, you're not sure, but…

One last test.

The mirror in your pocket, just to be sure she wasn't looking at you. You pull it out, flip it open, and make like you're adjusting your hair.

She reflects perfectly fine. Just for fun, you turn around to look at her, keeping it open, and sweep the area now behind you.

The cat doesn't reflect. Not even his eyes.

You don't know how or why, but someone turned this fucking cat into a vampire.

"Well, that's interesting. I think he's the cat for me. Izuku, what do you think?"

He tilts his head at you. "He's adorable. I'm just surprised you decided so quick."

"Don't you feel it?" you insist, slipping into a grin. You pocket your mirror and grab his arm with both hands. "He's perfect." You grin up at him, squeezing his arm gently. Please, oh please, take the hint. "Can't we get him?"

He laughs, a hand coming up to rub the back of his neck. "Sure." He looks at the attendant. "Should we tell you, or do we need to buzz the front desk for Ankle Biter?"

"I'll buzz them! But, are you sure? I'm serious when I say he bites ankles. Not an employee works here who doesn't get bit by him within the week."

You nod enthusiastically. "Please. We can get him to stop biting. I know a few tricks, and he's just… He's adorable. I can't get over his little fangs, and I was worried he'd get lonely if it's just him as a cat, but since he doesn't like other cats…"

"Well…" She smiles. "I'm glad you've made your choice. I'll get Miranda, and then she'll bring in a carrier so you two can take Ankle Biter home. Did you have a name in mind, for the certificate, or will you stick with Ankle Biter?"

You look to Izuku, who shrugs and nods at you, then at Ankle Biter. Finally, you nod back to the attendant. "Sbeve."

"Sbeve?" she echoes.

It just slipped out, but it's too perfect. You nod. "Sbeve."

"Is that spelled like Steve, but with a B, or…"

"Yep! His name's Sbeve."

She laughs. "Not the worst name we've had for an adoptee." She peers past you. "Hey, Sbeve, we found you a forever home. Won't you be glad to have new ankles to bite?"

Sbeve meows. The attendant calls the front desk, and you listen in amusement as the receptionist realizes you're adopting the apparently infamous Ankle Biter.

"I'll be right there with the crate! Try to keep him from biting before I get there!" she insists. Within a minute, she's in the room, holding a Sbeve-sized crate to carry the boy out in.

You think they're expecting Sbeve to put up a fight. But he merely looks from you to Izuku, then back again, and trots right up to jump into the crate.

"That's amazing," the receptionist says. "All my time here and I've never seen Ankle Biter cooperate with anything that didn't directly get him closer to biting someone's ankles."

You snort. "Oh, I'm sure he'll happily be biting our ankles soon."

She latches the crate door, glancing up at you forlornly. "I'm almost sad to see him go. I'm glad he got out before our boss decided he was too much trouble and wouldn't get adopted, but… I'll miss him."

"For what it's worth, I won't miss bandaging my ankles," cuts in the attendant.

Izuku chuckles. "I'm sure you won't. But hey, we'll keep in touch! Maybe someday Sbeve here will be behaved enough to stay with a second cat."

"More like third," you tease. He shoots you a playful glare.

You return to the front of the shelter, carrying Sbeve's crate the whole way, and finalize the paperwork. It's almost solemn, especially when you're asked to take a picture to prove you're leaving with the infamous Ankle Biter that's surely terrorized this shelter for ages now. Sbeve is quiet the whole way home. You can't help but smile the whole time, securing his crate in the back for the ride to the pet store.

In solitude, Izuku finally has the chance to ask. "So why did you pick up on this one so quickly?"

"Two words," you say, glancing back at Sbeve's crate. "Vampire kitten."

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Choco Bun: 7

Choco Syrup

— Summary: When you moved to Korea after finishing college to continue pursuing latte art and baking, the last thing you were expecting was to open up your very own coffee shop under BTS Corp, Korea’s biggest entertainment service company for idols, models, singers, and more. Thanks to your hard work, creativity, and approachable personality you managed to become friendly with some pretty big named individuals as well as up and coming talent. As exciting and fun as it was for you, you slowly began to realize how much your 7 bosses weren’t particularly fond of this, acts of jealousy, pettiness, and aggression poking through in the most unsuspecting of ways. But what could 7 big named dragons want with a little foreign bunny?

HYBRID TYPES: Reader-Bunny Namjoon-Earth Dragon Jin-Water Dragon Yoongi-Moon (Dark) Dragon Hoseok-Sun (Light) Dragon Jimin-Wind Dragon Taehyung-Ice Dragon Jungkook-Fire Dragon

— Pairing: ceo!mythical hybrid!bts x poc!curvy!hybrid!coffee shop owner!reader

— Genre: fluff / poly!au / ceo!au / hybrid!au / mafia!au (if you squint)

— Status: Completed

— Warnings: SMUT….just unfiltered, unedited SMUT....AGAIN, Unprotected sex…please use protection!!!, jealousy, a very poorly written fight scene (lol), fluff, breeding kink

— Word Count: 6.5k

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**AUTHORS NOTE** PLEASE READ!!!!!

CHAPTER 7 IS FINALLY HERE AFTER IDK HOW LONG! The whole chapter is sex…again...but the ending has a cute important part I guess lol… Finally the last few member have been written! Yay! Again please forgive any awkward smut parts, misspellings, and the like. I’m rethinking writing smut scenes from now on tbh because they’re kinda the reason it’s taking so long to get pieces out and to come up with ideas. I will come back and edit properly at some point...maybe. Again, this chapter also doesn’t utilize the actual title…I’ll (also) comeback to figure out how to put it in (maybe...probably). Thanks for waiting so long and being patient. It has become VERY difficult to get writings out. Regardless, please enjoy! :)

P.S. There is only 1 chapter left before Choco Bun is over! Chapter 8 will be the last chapter and it will probably be very short lol.

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“Use your words, love.” Jin whispered into your ear as he bucked his hips into yours.

You mewled loudly, tightening your arms around Jin’s neck as he slowly continued his actions. Your cheeks were on fire and your heartbeat palpitated so loudly you could hear it through your ears. You buried your face in the juncture of his neck out of embarrassment, Jin noticing quickly and laughing unapologetically.

“My love, we're the only ones in the bedroom right now, there’s no need to be so shy.”

“B-But when you..ahhh~ when you say things like that I...ehhhh~ I can’t help it.” you attempted to explain, moaning from each hip thrust.

You knew damn well Jin was doing this on purpose. Every time you tried to talk he would intentionally buck his hips a little bit harder to hear you mewl or stutter. It drove him crazy when he could feel his cock twitch deep in between your folds, especially after each thrust. It only added to the lust evident in his deep blue eyes, him wanting to commit everything before him to memory.

Just as you both were in the middle of your moment, the alarm clock went off, signaling Jin’s current time with you over. He had a meeting scheduled with an important Italian client and could not afford to miss it. He sighed in slight annoyance, reaching over to halt the disruption.

You looked up at him with doe-like eyes, face flushed and lips pouty. Jin stilled for a moment, mesmerized by your beauty, his heart aching at the thought of leaving you here by yourself. No words were shared, almost as if you both were communicating silently.

You smiled sheepishly at the man, boldly lifting your arm to trace gentle touches over his smooth elongated horns. He leaned into your soft touches, enjoying the feel of you brushing against such a sensitive part of him. Eventually, you spoke up, bringing him back to reality.

“Jin, we can always come back to this when you're ready. I'll be here waiting for you.” you said, beaming at him.

He hummed lazily, contemplating for a brief moment before a mischievous grin played upon his plush lips.

“No. I want you here and now. I want to fulfill our moment together before I leave.”

“If that will make you happy, then I’d love to. But...you won’t be late right?” you asked with slight concern.

He shook his head dismissively, caressing your cheek with the palm of his large soft hand.

“No worries love. I’ve been far too eager to make love to you for a while so I don’t think there’s

much to worry about. Just let me make you feel good.”

Your heart skipped a beat, a surge of excitement, eagerness, and love coursing through you. He felt you clench around him, a devious smirk appearing as a result. He placed his lips on yours as he started moving his hips again. Each thrust slowly quickened until he was pounding into your heat at a perfect rhythm. He was on his knees while your hips were up against his, back inclining from the bedspread. He hit deep within you and it felt so good your eyes rolled to the back of your head.

“J-Jin~ Ahhhh~ I-I I’m gonna...eh~ I’m about to- Ahhhh!”

“Good baby, go ahead. Cum. Let me feel you tighten around me.” he growled.

Your release hit you hard as Jin continued to ride you out. Eventually his own hips began to stutter and then he slowly began to still, the all too familiar bulge expanding deep within you. It felt so good being knotted by these men, almost like it was a special moment of bonding only shared between you and them. When he was completely expanded, you both stayed in your position for a moment, waiting for it to be released.

“H-Hey, Jin?”

“Hmm?” he said, barely budging from his spot.

“I think we forgot to take into consideration how long your knot will take to release.”

“A little late now.” he said, with a slight chuckle.

You giggled at that, agreeing with his statement. But the melodic noise was cut short when Jin started to hiss. You apologized frantically, forgetting that sudden movements while knotting can be a bit painful for them. 10 minutes had passed and finally his knot exploded, the thick cum being caught in the condom. Unfortunately, you both felt a slight popping, quickly realizing the condom had bursted inside of you. You mewled at how warm it was when it leaked out and touched your walls. Once again, the thought of their semen inside of you makes you soar with joy.

“Shit, sorry babe. These condoms aren't very efficient for knotting.” he apologized.

You shook your head, still lost in the euphoric feeling of his knot still releasing inside of you.

“It’s okay. I don’t mind.” you admitted.

Jin just smirked at you, caressing your face once more.

“Oh~ Does someone like being filled with our future kin? The thought of breeding makes you happy, huh? What a good little mate you are. So obedient and full of our seed. Is that why you let jhope fuck you raw? So that you could be stuffed with his babies?”

His words started to turn you on but you felt oddly embarrassed too. Your lack of denial was enough to make Jin smile at you, internally admitting how happy that’d make him if you ended up pregnant. However, he realized he could no longer continue teasing you and eventually pulled out. You mewled again, your ears now falling limp from exhaustion. Jin made sure the condom was completely discarded and was about to aid you in cleaning up. However, you gently denied his help, urging him to get going.

“But love, what about you?”

“Mmm~ I’ll be okay. I kinda just want to sit here for a bit. Also, I don't want you to be any more late than you already are. I promise, I’ll be fine.” you said, interlacing your fingers together.

Jin eyed you one last time for confirmation, waiting to see if you’d change your mind. When you didn't, he caved and leaned down to kiss your forehead.

“If there’s anything you need, do not hesitate to call any of us. I’d dry up the entire ocean for you.”

You giggled at him, he laughing back at you in return.

“If you were to do that, that’d cause a lot of problems for a lot of people.”

“Yeah, maybe. But for you, anything~!”

You two shared one last laugh before eventually separating. Jin was always good at taking care of you. He was by far one of the more gentle ones, SUGA following shortly after. He practically lived on aftercare so you knew it hurt him when he couldn’t do so this time.

When you finally gained enough motivation to get up, you felt all of Jin’s cum sliding down your thighs. It was weird, almost as if you were peeing on yourself and you weren’t a fan. You immediately waddled to the shower. When you were fully clean, you changed the bedding and got dressed for today. You had the day off but the guys had to still go into work. That meant you had free time all to yourself.

You didn’t really do much however. You felt odd being in such a huge mansion, its vastness felt more lonely than anything else. It was cold and isolating and you’d do just about anything to keep your mind off it. You had spent much of your personal time throughout your life alone and it never really bothered you. However, in moments like this, you admitted that you missed being in the presence of one of the seven loves of your life.

To help keep your mind from roaming into a territory of thoughts that would sour your mood, you made your way to the kitchen. With express permission from the head chef and his staff, you were allowed to experiment with drinks and designs. Luckily for you, you had a plethora of individuals more than willing to taste test for you. This was a tremendous aid to how you were feeling earlier and on top of that you got to bond with many staff members you hadn't met prior.

A few hours had passed and you had received a sudden text message, the vibrations from your phone slightly startling you as you began cleaning up. When you pulled out the small device, you were very surprised to see Jungkook’s name pop up. He had asked if you’d be willing to stop by the gym at the work building and drop off some materials he had left in his room. They were essential for his trainee today and completely forgot to bring them along with. You immediately complied, excited to finally see Jungkook, as you hadn’t really had a chance to interact with him much since the start of the Moon Phasing.

Based on the description in his text, you found the materials and were driven to the work building by none other than Mr. Choi. You talked to one another as usual and departed on friendly terms after he aided in bringing the box into the building and onto a cart. You had a bit of an extra pep to your step, excitement elevating your mood as you were entering somewhere new within the walls of the vast building. You hadn’t actually been to JK’s gym studio before and you felt really eager to bear witness to him working at hand.

As you pushed the cart to the elevator and rode it all the way to the designated floor, you wheeled it out in the hallway where loud clanking and thudding could be heard. It sounded just like the metal scrapping from the heavy weights and the hard thumping from the cushioned mats. No matter where you are, every gym always sounds the same.

No one was stationed at the front desk so you took it upon yourself to head in. As you wheeled the cart a bit further down the hallway, you were exposed to a large window that allowed for people to look into a small section of the gym. This was clearly where all the noise was coming from as this was the weight room and there were several people inside. Some were hybrids and the rest were human. You became a bit hesitant at first, not being able to decipher who any of the individuals were, but you swallowed hard and entered the room anyway.

No one really paid attention to you at first, too absorbed in their own routine. But your scent eventually caught the attention of one of the lingering hybrids. He looked like a wolf of some kind, canine for sure. His ears perked up and his eyes darted towards you immediately. There was a predatory look deep within his yellow irises as he refused to stop staring at you. Your immediate response was to get defensive, your inner rabbit instinctively going into turbo mode at the sight of a threatening being.

The man smirked and licked his lips, eyeing you up and down with no shame evident in his features. Your skin crawled and you felt your blood run cold. You didn’t want to turn your back towards him but you no longer wanted to be trapped in his gaze. You put your head down and maneuvered as best you could to the back of the room where an office lay. He saw you trying to leave and felt the need to follow after you. You noticed this and began panicking, leaving behind the cart in the process for fear of your well being.

You weren’t entirely sure what made you dart in the direction you were going but something inside you screamed that your safety was imminent if you went there, even if the canine hybrid was close on your heels. Thankfully, it didn’t take long to realize why you felt that way as JK was coming out of the room shortly before you reached the doors. He didn’t notice you at first so when you barreled into his toned arms, burying your face into his chest, he was a bit more than taken aback.

“Babe, what's wrong?” he asked, all his focus on you.

You stayed silent and pushed further against his chest instinctively. He could smell the rise in your anxiety and immediately looked up at the lingering figure before him. It was Taewon.

Taewon is a 29 year old Mackenzie Valley Wolf hybrid. He’s tall, muscular, and very strong. His hair is an ashy blonde and his eyes are sharp with a bright yellow color. Because wolf hybrids are just as affected by the moon as dragon hybrids are, Taewon is currently in a state where breeding is a strong innate priority. That being said, unlike most of his kind at his age, his position as an idol has made it hard for him to find a mate without losing a vast majority of his fans. So when he goes too long without sexual activity, his mind tends to single out the most acceptable individual in his sights, one that his inner wolf craves. And that was you.

Many of these facts are solely the reason why JK was allowed to work with him during this time frame. JK, having understood exactly what Taewon is going through, knows how to keep him in check and out of trouble. Many ways to reduce the urges he feels under the influence of the moon is to exercise. What JK wasn’t expecting was for you to walk in with Taewon here. There should’ve been someone waiting out front for you as planned and the fact that there wasn’t, irritated him. But right now, his priorities were elsewhere. They were on you.

“Can I help you with something Taewon?” JK asked calmly.

Though he sounded normal, his eyes told a completely different story. JK made no hesitation in keeping an arm around you tightly, giving clear indication that Taewon was not allowed to come any closer. Most would’ve backed down by now but Taewon was a different story.

The slightly older wolf hybrid just smirked and glazed over the tight grip JK held on you. He chuckled just before scoffing.

“That little bunny yours?” he asked nonchalantly.

“What of it?”

“Didn’t know you were hiding such a tasty little snack. Do your big brothers know about her?”

“That’s none of your business.”

“Hahaha, c’mon man! Someone like that can’t possibly be kept all to yourself. You and your

brothers share everything don’t you? I’m sure you’ve all had a round our two at fucking her

brains out.”

“Taewon. Don’t push it.”

“Hey, no need to get all feisty on me! I was just wondering if I could take a few rounds myself.

Ya know, with the moon fucking up eveything you’d be doing me a real solid letting me have a go at her. I’d even pay you extra.”

“You come anywhere near her and I’ll rip your fucking throat out myself.”

“Oooh~ look at the balls on you! Why so sensitive? It’s not like she’s marked and if she was, it’s not by your dumbass. Therefore, she’s up for grabs.”

At that point JK saw red. His blood was boiling and his heart was racing. He removed you from his arms and punched as hard as he felt appropriate into the jawline of Taewon without it causing serious damage. There was a loud thwack, so loud in fact that the other individuals opposite of your location went quiet and became alert.

Taewon fell hard to the floor with a loud thud. He spit out blood from his mouth, the indication of a bruise already forming in the area JK’s fist made contact with his face. As expected, Taewon didn’t take too kindly to that and was gearing up to retaliate. Luckily, just before he even had a chance, one of Taewon’s managers called out to him, reprimanding the wolf hybrid instantly without so much as an issue.

This man was shorter, bulkier, and resembled a rhino. Which is exactly what he is. You later found out that this was Mr. Woo and that he’s Taewon’s manager. It made sense logically to have someone strong enough to restrain someone like Taewon as his manager. In that moment, you thanked your lucky stars for Mr. Woo’s presence.

The other staff members came rushing over and aided in removing Taewon away from you both. When he was finally out of the immediate vicinity, the remaining staff bowed apologetically to JK and explained they were taking him elsewhere to cool off. JK approved of this and accepted the apology, but there was still a lingering anger deep within his eyes.

When everyone had officially left the gym, JK turned to you, that same anger still evident in his eyes.

Your long rabbit ears flattened as you backed up, your back hitting the wall behind you. JK took no hesitation in trapping you against it, his arms caging around your body. You didn’t realize that you had momentarily stopped breathing due to the tension filled within the air or how quickly you tensed up.

He dipped his head down close to your face and lingered around your neck. No words were shared yet, only a sudden squeak when you felt his tongue dart across your neck. Your reaction encouraged him to continue his actions, opting to suck on the sweet part of your neck more. A hickey was definitely going to form now. Your mewls eventually turned to moans as JK began pushing his hips deeper into yours, a slight friction from his thrusting making you shiver under his touch. You were only in a long sundress and he was in those god forsaken grey sweatpants, both material thin enough for you to feel his hardened member rubbing against your throbbing core.

“J-JK~...”

“Shouldn’t we...g-go somewhere else? S-Somewhere more...ah-ahhhh!”

JK thrusted his hips harder on purpose, forcing you to cease speaking intelligibly.

“What? Somewhere more private? Not today babe. We’re going to do something a bit riskier.”

“What do you mean?” you asked innocently.

JK just chuckled and removed himself from you. He gestured for you to follow, which is exactly what you did. You both made your way over to the other side of the gym, the side that Taewon and his group were at. He stood by one of the weight lifting benches, grabbed a wet wipe, and began cleaning down the area. You watched in slight confusion as he thoroughly cleaned the area. Afterwards he repositioned the bench to where it looked kinda like a slightly reclining chair.

When he was done adjusting it to the position he wanted it, he promptly slid both his sweatpants and boxers down just low enough for his thick cock to spring out. He sat down where both his legs were on either side of the bench and leaned back, eyeing you with a beastial look. Your mouth began to water and you instinctively squeezed your legs together. Your face felt like it was on fire as you tried hard not to stare at his veiny and thick dick. You couldn’t remember if any of the others were as large as JK and something about that made your hormones rage uncontrollably. JK could tell.

He smirked and wanted to play around with you more but knew you all were running out of time. He motioned for you to come to him and you obeyed instantly. He began gliding his hands up your thighs and helped pull your panties down. Afterwards, he hiked your dress up and aided in you standing over him. He guided your hips down where he slowly spread your pussy lips and stuffed you full with his cock, nothing short of a moan coming from you as it happened.

“Are you comfortable?” he asked, waiting for you to become adjusted to him.

You nodded your head, desperately trying to maintain your sanity from this euphoric feeling.

“B-But why are we doing this?” you asked innocently.

JK just laughed, slowly thrusting upwards as you began gripping his shoulders to keep steady.

“This bench is Taewon’s favorite one. He uses it every time he comes here because it’s closer to the windows. A lot of females come down here and he always feels the need to show off and boost his ego. So as punishment for touching you, for touching what isn’t his, I’m going to fuck you into euphoria right here and right now so he can commit to memory who you rightfully belong to.”

JK began to thrust himself more thoroughly into you as you straddled his hips. The way the skin slapping echoed thoughtlessly throughout the room somehow turned you on a bit more. The way your thighs and fluffy tail bounced and jiggled was a beautiful sight to behold in JK’s eyes and he kept his eyes trained on that for quite some time.

“P-Please....please don’t stare..” you whimpered.

“My love, you are so fucking beautiful. All of this...” he said, slapping your ass and gripping it.

“This is the most beautiful creation I’ve ever seen. And I can proudly call all of this mine. All of

you, inside and out, it's all mine and it’s selfish but I don’t care because I love you.”

He kept thrusting, over and over again. You tried to keep up but he got so insanely fast paced that you ended up leaning against him in the peak of his motions. You failed at keeping your voice lowered as the tip of his cock found your sweet spot, ramming it over and over until your release hit. It wasn’t long after that he was reaching his own release and after a few more rounds of thrusting, his pace slowly died down, the all too familiar bulge expanding within you. You didn’t dare to move for fear of hurting him like you did Jin but he had such a tight death grip on you, you weren’t even sure if you could move even if you wanted to.

After some time the bulge finally expelled itself, the warmth filling your insides slowly. JK began petting your head, lulling you into his warmth and comfort in the process. Your face still felt flushed and you were still a bit embarrassed by “this” idea of public display of affection. In that moment you thanked the fact that no one was around and also that JK couldn’t bear witness to it. Speaking of, you both were silent still. It was a comfortable silence but you did ponder if he was ever going to explain himself. You knew why, of course, but you wanted to hear him admit he was jealous.

“I don’t think...I’d ever get enough of you, my love.” he finally said.

You giggled, your face feeling flushed once more.

“You’re so silly. But...I feel...the same way.” you said trailing off shyly.

JK’s chest rumbled against your cheek, a hearty laugh leaving his lips as he squeezed you in a tight embrace. When he released you, he grasped your face in between his large hands and admired your cheeks being squished.

“You’re so cute ya know?” he said laughing, messing with your cheeks further.

“Kookie~!” you whined.

He laughed some more and eventually stopped, this time playing with a lock of your hair and tracing his fingers over your jawline. You looked back up at him, this time with more courage than before. You two became lost in eachother, mesmerized by one another through admiration. At least until there was a slight cough. You both perked up, heads whipping quickly in the direction of the noise.

Standing there in all his glory was none other than Kim Namjoon, or, as everyone was instructed to call him, RM. Your face felt like it was on fire and you desperately tried to cover up the parts of you that were exposed, which wasn’t much really. Regardless, that didn’t stop you from being embarrassed. JK looked more surprised than anything else and waved happily to RM with that cute smile of his. You side eyed him briefly, unsure of how he could be so nonchalant about this. Unfortunately, your thoughts were ripped away from you when you noticed the massive tear in your dress.

“Why am I not surprised by you?” RM asked, directing the question at JK.

“I have a perfectly good explanation for this.” JK stated.

“I’m sure you do.”

RM made a beeline for you, unbuttoning his suit jacket before reaching you. He draped the article of clothing over the torn part of your dress, having noticed it when you did. You silently thanked him while holding an apologetic look. He stroked your cheek in hopes of calming your nerves down, having no ill will towards your previous actions with JK. Though he was a bit irritated with JK for putting you in a vulnerable position, he was far from upset at all, especially with you.

As JK was explaining himself, RM was half listening as he was aiding in removing you. Just as you stood up, all three of you managed to lay your eyes on how JK’s cock slid out of you, a stream of his cum following shortly after. Your face reddened and the other two layed mesmerized by it.

“F-Fuck…” JK mewled, feeling himself get turned on again.

You instinctively tried to cover yourself up and continued to get off on your own. You hadn’t taken notice but RM had stilled, eyes clouded with an unmistakable lust as he tried to maintain self-control. JK caught on and chuckled, even after RM glared at him. When you were done covering yourself up you were met with an invitation to RM’s hand. You took it without question but you were unsure where you were going.

“JK, clean up before anyone sees you. And if you’re going to do something like...this, make sure you don’t put her in an awkward position next time.” RM chastised.

“Hahaha, yeah I got it. Sorry Y/n.”

You smiled and nodded, accepting his apology before following RM out the door. You threw JK one last wave and smile before disappearing, him treasuring it and offering one back at you.

Your walk with RM was oddly and eerily silent. Though he showed numerous times that he was not upset with you, you still felt that something was off. You both made your way all the way to the elevator, up to the top floor, past a few busy workers, and straight into RM’s office. He ensured the door was shut just before securing the lock and then led you towards a room you had never noticed before.

“You have a shower in here?” you asked surprised.

RM just chuckled as he navigated his way to the linen closet to grab some towels and other necessary supplies for the shower. He handed them to you and turned the shower water on. You just watched without question, mesmerized by how gorgeous and huge this bathroom was.

“Go ahead and clean up. I’ll have someone bring in extra clothes for you.” he said, pulling you from thought.

You looked up at him, cocking your head slightly. RM seemed almost fascinated by this and observed with an unexplainable curiosity.

“Won't you be joining me too?” you asked with innocence, unaware of what you were implying.

He’d be lying if he said he wasn't a bit taken aback by this. In fact, he needed a couple of seconds to fully register what it was you just said to him. The elongated pause started to make you worry as it almost seemed as if RM ceased functioning in front of you.

“RM? Are you okay? You don’t have-” you asked, almost concerned.

“I’ll join.” he interjected immediately, cutting you off before you could reclaim your offer.

There was no way in hell he was going to miss out on such an opportunity, especially when you were the one to initiate it. Such occurrences were rare given your shy nature and he wasn’t about to falter on this. What stroked his pride even more was the relieved and almost excited look on your face when he agreed. You were ruining him. Dear god you were ruining him.

You two situated yourselves before entering the shower. RM had noticed how less reserved you were about your naked body being seen by him and for some reason that turned him on even more. Despite that, though, there was still slight hesitation. He could tell you had never done something like this before and you were trying to get out of your comfort zone. You were too cute for your own good.

The hot water felt good hitting both of your bodies, the warmth cascading down your curves and entering the crevices that formed on your figure. RM felt entranced, following the paths the beads of water would make on your skin as they disappeared into your more intimate areas. The blood rushed to his cock, the shaft hardening with each wave of lust that washed over him. It took everything in him to not start taking you from behind. But then you, once again, surprised him with your actions.

You turned around and looked at him, your eyes instantly landing on his fully hardened member. You looked at it hungrily for a brief moment before shying away with a blush staining your cheeks. RM watched you, waiting to see what you were going to do next. You were playing with your fingers, trying to muster as much courage as possible to look him in his eyes and admit what was on your mind.

“Would you...like me to help with that?” you asked somewhat timidly, desperately trying to be brave.

RM raised a brow, a slight smirk appearing.

“Love, are you wanting to give me a blowjob?” he said teasingly.

“Yes.”

The smirk was much more evident this go round. He caressed your face, thumb gracing your soft cheek as he studied your features. His eyes roamed down to your lips, imagining that small mouth of yours wrapped snugly around his cock. He shamelessly fantasized about this very moment more times than he cared to admit, his hand having to be used as a weak substitute for what he truly desired.

“Are you sure you want to?” he offered.

“Yes, I do.”

“Have you done it before with any of the others?”

“N-No. They’re usually the ones who do it to me.”

“Then I’ll guide you. Get on your knees and open your mouth.”

You did as instructed, your face now eye level with his hardened member. He patted your head lovingly before he continued his instructions.

“Take my cock in your hand and lick from the base up to the tip. Make sure to be gentle and slow.”

You grazed your tongue against the veiny underside of his dick, making a slick trail to the tip of his shaft. You managed to keep the same pace, slow and steady, like he had instructed and you were rewarded with his low soft grunts. Hearing him satisfied filled your stomach with butterflies, a sense of pride coursing through you.

“Now, go ahead and pick up a little speed. This time you can put it in your mouth. But be careful of your teeth. It could be uncomfortable or even painful. If possible, try to suck with your lips covering your teeth or your tongue being used as a guard between your teeth and my dick.”

The thought of hurting him inspired you to be extra careful, preferring to use your lips to cover your teeth. As his cock entered your mouth, he couldn’t stop the gasp that came stuttering out. Your pace had quickened and his cock slid in and out with ease. You made sure to utilize your tongue to make it extra wet as he penetrated your mouth with each thrust.

“Baby, you're doing so well. Keep going just like that.” he encouraged.

You became a bit more bold and started deepening his cock inside your mouth. You still kept the same medium pace, making sure to hold a steady rhythm. RM cooed loudly, his moans becoming more evident.

“N-Now, between a few of your deep sucks, switch to shorter bursts. Like rubbing, slapping, or playing with the tip of the head with your tongue or even doing what you did in the beginning. Alternate every so often.”

After deep throating him, you went and started playing with the tip of his cock. Your tongue brushed over the bulbous head a few times before deep throating him some more. Next time you switched to the short bursts, you began rubbing the tip all over your tongue. RM began to shutter, his breath becoming instantly heavy. You were wondering if he was about to cum. You admittedly were having more fun than you had thought, a sense of control over THE Kim Namjoon was more vitalizing than you had expected.

“B-Babe...p-play with my balls too. Twist your hand with each stroke when you suck.”

You took your right hand and began twisting slightly with each stroke as he entered your mouth and you took your left hand and began gently massaging his ball sack, a few pressured squeezes, but not hard enough to hurt him. Sometimes you’d take his balls in your mouth, tonguing and sucking on them before guiding your tongue back up the shaft of his cock. With a combination of all these things, he began thrusting his hips, wanting more friction and giving you the green light to quicken your pace. He was definitely about to cum.

You began deep throating, twisting and rubbing, and massaging his balls at a much faster pace, faster than you had done since you started. His fingers tangled themselves in your hair as he tugged you closer, deepening his cock inside your mouth. His hips began to thrust harder and he was losing control over his sanity. You allowed him to do what he wanted, even if it hurt your scalp a little.

Fuck yes! Fuck yes! Fuck yes! Take me you fucking whore. Your mine, all mine. This mouth belongs to me. I’m going to fuck you like the good girl you are.”

Ahh, the dirty talk came back and hearing him say that caused you to moan loudly around him. The sudden introduction to the vibration was enough to send him over the edge, a few more thrusts before his cock began to expand like all the others. You both stayed still for a moment before his cock released his load inside your mouth. It was hot and thick and it made your cheeks expand. When he was done you spit it out, not really a fan of swallowing, but the fact it was there in your mouth drove you crazy. Kim Namjoon just fucked your mouth and released his load inside of it. How many people could say that? And for some reason that was enough to give you a high, a euphoric expression staining your face.

“Sh-shit! That was so fucking good.”

His voice was deep and rough, it made your heart skip a beat.

“So...I did well?” you asked shyly.

RM perked up, immediately helping you up off your knees (which were sore), and on to the seated area inside the shower. He placed you in his lap and nuzzled your neck.

“That is a complete understatement. You're such a fast learner and you did fantastic. Thank you. Did I hurt you?” he asked.

You smiled warmly and shook your head.

“I was perfectly fine.” you responded, feeling happy from his praise.

You two sat there for a brief moment, the comfortable silence blanketing you all and the water and steam soothing your bodies.

“Y/n?” RM suddenly said.

“Hmm?”

“May I mark you?”

Your eyes widened. You let it sink in what he was asking you. This mark means more than what humans could ever understand. It, in many ways, exceeds the bonds of marriage. What he is asking you is to be his, to be theirs. Permanently as their mate. Your heart was filled with so many emotions that you didn’t realize you were crying. RM did and stroked some of the tears off your cheek. He could tell you were happy and waited patiently to hear your answer.

“A-Are you...are you sure? What about the others?” you asked for much more needed confirmation.

RM chuckled slightly, still a bit high from your guy’s previous actions. He placed his forehead against yours and ensured your eyes met and stayed locked on one another.

“They’ve been asking for months. They’ve wanted to mark you so badly, to have you finally be ours. But we all just wanted to see for ourselves that you could handle...you could still love all of us, even this part of us.” he admitted.

You wanted to hit all of them so badly. You wanted to scream at them for honestly fearing that you could stop loving them over the good, bad, and mundane parts of them. But you also knew better than anyone the fear of it all because you were no different. And that’s probably why you go out of your way every time to give them each a little extra love and care when you can, even when it's not necessary or needed. You don’t want any of them feeling that you aren’t loving them enough. You don't want any of them feeling they don't deserve it.

“I don’t care how many times I have to remind you all that I will always love you. You’d have to do something completely fucking horrible to get me to stop loving you all. This,” you said pointing to his long horns and his glowing green eyes.

“This is so minor. I don’t want to diminish your worries but I swear on my life that this is so minor compared to what could be.”

RM smiled lovingly at you.

“Does that mean it’s a yes then?” he asked for clarification.

“Of course it is. It’s a yes for all 7 of you.”

RM kissed your forehead before moving his face back to your neck. He licked the area of his desire before sinking his teeth into your flesh. At first, it hurt a lot. But gradually the pain was replaced with something you couldn’t even fathom trying to describe. An emotion so complex, you would need a culmination of various words and their definitions to try to scratch the surface of explaining it. Your stomach tickled, your heart fluttered, and face was on fire. You didn’t even realize when RM had slipped his cock inside of you, the need to connect so intimately almost primal during such a moment. He began thrusting inside of you, fulfilling your newly birthed bond before you two shared your orgasms together.

The thought of doing this with 6 other men whom you care for so deeply filled you with a love you’d never thought you’d ever get to have. A love your imagination couldn’t even muster.

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