#this is kinda everywhere in the beginning and jumps chapters but

[daisykihannie]

𝚂𝚞𝚖𝚖𝚘𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝐂𝐇.𝟐 | 𝙷.𝙹𝚂

pairing: Incubus!Jisung x gn arab!reader + bff!Felix

warnings: smut, NSFW, exhibitionism, voyerism, oral, monster fucking, no protection, power exchange, angst (if you squint), fluff (if you squint), phone sex (kinda), orgasm control, orgasm denial, edging, teasing, dacryphilia, praise, degradation, etc.

a/n: i have written and re-written chapter two so many times and i hate all of them. This is the best one out of all my attempts so, this one will be chapter 2. I wanted to touch more on the whole Jisung Catching feelings part but maybe i’ll do a chapter three later in for that. I’m sorry if this isn’t as good as chapter one. i kinda psyched myself out when writing this bc i’m scared to disappoint you guys after you all loved chapter one so much.

chapter 1 | chapter 3

When you woke up again you could feel a weight resting across your hip and a firm pressure applied to your back. Opening your eyes, you were greeted with the bright rays of morning sun dancing across your face, causing you to squint your eyes as they attempted to adjust. As you moved to grab your phone from your bedside table, the grip around your waist tightened and a growl greeted your ears. Luckily you weren’t as startled as the first time you awoke to the demon's presence against you, this time a small smile pulled at your lips instead and you rolled over swiftly to be facing him, the tips of your noses grazing each other in the process.

Your movements caused the demon to screw his eyes shut and his eyebrows to furrow in annoyance, displaying that he clearly had no intentions of getting up yet. When your body stilled and settled into a comfortable position again, his face relaxed back into a peaceful pout and you felt your heart begin to beat harshly against your rib cage. How could a demon, whose entire purpose was seduction and sex, look so damn innocent and cute? It was really starting to give you whiplash and a slight headache as you desperately tried to wrap your head around it.

You figured it wouldn’t hurt to take a moment to admire the larger man in your bed. You lie there with only millimeters between your faces and he truly is a masterpiece, you can feel yourself getting lost in the gentleness of his softer features as your eyes travel everywhere they could reach with the lack of space between yourselves, determined to have his form engraved into your brain. His hand kept its firm grip on your hip bone, almost like he was worried you’d slip away and disappear if his grip loosened even slightly.

“Enjoying the view?” his deep, growling, morning voice made you jump in surprise and it successfully snapped you out of your trance. The bass of his tone shook you to your core, heat beginning to pool in your underwear as your body began to react to him before your brain had a chance to. Right as you were ready to reply with a snarky remark like you normally would to his cockiness, your phone began to ring.

Letting out a quiet groan, you reluctantly flipped your body back over, away from his comforting body heat and grabbed the device. You could feel the demon's eyes traveling along the back of your neck as you read the caller ID. Seeing “Lixie Baby” lighting up the screen you felt yourself getting giddy, having missed your best friend more than you’d realized. Accepting the call and holding the phone up to your ear you cooed “My baby! I missed you so much~” your words earned a deep chuckle from the other side, causing a warm smile to settle against your lips.

“I missed you too Angel, did you do the ritual? Have you been getting your guts rearranged too well to respond to your soulmate?” he teased, trying his best to sound offended at his implications and you let out your own chuckle in response. You heard a slight growl escape the demon behind you and his grip on your hip tightened before he pulled you back towards him. You were pressed flush against his bare chest, his exposed cock pressing into the back of your thigh with how tightly he held your body against his own.

Jisung felt a weird feeling bubbling in his chest when he heard how you spoke lovingly to the other person on the call. It wasn’t anger or anything like that, It was a new feeling. It was something that he’d never felt before and if he was being completely honest, he didn’t like it. It made his stomach twist in tight and uncomfortable knots and the fact that he had started feeling new, weird feelings since meeting you made him frustrated. The only way he knew how to cure frustrations was sex, as a sex demon, it made sense. A bubbling desire to get rid of these disgusting feelings and replace them with much better feelings was what influenced his actions at this moment.

Ignoring the way he held you possessively as you continued your conversation but you decided not to pull away from his toned body, allowing him to manhandle you in whatever way he desired. “God Lixie, why are you so concerned about me getting laid? Do you need that book back so you can get your dick wet and hop off mine?” you teased and you could just hear Felix pouting on the other side as a soft giggle left your lips. Your conversation continued like this, teasing each other in a flirty manner like you two normally did, as you felt Jisung nosing against the crook of your neck where it connected to your shoulder. The flesh under his nose and lips was still painted in red and purple marks, memorializing the night you had just shared with the demon mere hours ago.

A shiver traveled down your spine when his tongue slipped out from between his lips and began tracing the marks on your skin in soft kitten licks and you swatted at Jisung’s hip in an attempt to get him to stop. He was having none of that and you could feel him smirk against your skin at your poor attempt. He began trailing his hand that was resting on your hip down between the plush of your thighs and using his nails to dig into the supple flesh, pulling your legs apart and using his elbow to keep you from letting your legs shut again. He kept your knee bent and your foot firmly planted against the mattress behind your other knee that was still resting comfortably on its side on the bed, the space between your legs forming a triangle shape.

While Felix went on a bit of a tangent and you listened intently, you took his yapping as a chance to pull your phone away from your ear and mute your mic so you could speak to Jisung without Felix’s knowledge. “Jisung. Stop it now. Can’t you see I'm on the phone?!” you scolded him in a whisper and you felt his cock twitch against the meat of your ass in response before he spoke.

“Trust me, I can see that very clearly and since you don’t want to get off the phone when I ask nicely, you get to stay on the phone and be good for me instead.” he growled out against the shell of your ear that was newly exposed from removing the phone from it. “What the fuck are you talking about sung?” you asked slightly annoyed and very confused about what he meant. Sensing your confusion he continued, “You’re going to continue your conversation while I use your pretty body however I want as a punishment for not listening. You don’t want little Lixie to find out about the demon in your bed right? So you better be really good at hiding how good I'm making you feel.” with his words, he unmuted your phone right as you heard Felix calling out to you for a response, sensing you’d been quiet a little too long.

“Sorry Lix, I had to feed Soonie. I’m listening, don't worry.” you didn’t have a chance to argue as you fell back into listening and paying attention to the rest of Felix’s story but you did your best to hide your arousal at Jisungs words and luckily Felix didn’t catch it but you were almost positive a certain demon had when you heard another growl ripping from his throat. Jisung wasted no time once he heard Felix continue to ramble, his fingers slipping into the waistband of your sleep shorts and your into underwear.

He used his fingertips to swipe through your folds, collecting your slick arousal on his fingers as lube before begging to rub slow, teasing circles against your sensitive bundle of nerves. Your breath caught in your throat and you had to bite down on your lower lip to keep a moan from escaping. Jisungs tongue went back to traveling across your neck and shoulder, sucking and nipping at the unmarked skin and causing more reds and purples to erupt just under the surface of your skin.

“Angel? Are you okay? I heard you gasp, what happened?” concern and worry laced your best friend's voice and you had to use all of your power to focus on him and will your voice to remain steady as you spoke. “Y-yeah…” hearing your own stutter, you cleared your throat before continuing. “All is good Sunshine, just um… get scratched by Soonie… seems like she wants to p-play a bit too rough for how early it is… but I’m okay. Carry on with your story. How did Hyune respond to that?” you silently begged him not to push further and you looked at Jisung over your shoulder with a warning to stop, but he was having too much fun watching you struggle to contain your sounds.

At that exact moment the demon decided to push just the tips of his index and middle finger inside of your entrance, using a scissoring motion to tease you open for him. You had to screw your eyes shut as your body shivered and your jaw went slack with a silent moan. “That’s my baby~ you’re doing so good for me.” Jisung whispered against your neck quiet enough to not be picked up by the mic on your phone but loud enough for you to hear. He swiftly rolled you onto your back and your eyes met his in a heated, lust filled stare off as you watched him move down the expanse of your body before he stopped with his face only incessantly from your core. Your eyes were practically begging him to let you get off the phone before progressing further and he shook his head with a tsk.

Your eyes stayed on his as he began pressing open mouthed kisses to the wet spot forming on the thin fabric of your shorts just above your sensitive bud. Your jaw went slack in a silent moan at the sensation and your eyes rolled back into your head momentarily, your reaction only urging him to continue with his languid teasing. He began to make out with your clothed clit and your arm started to drop causing your phone to leave your ear for a moment and he used his sharp canines to nip slightly at the bundle of nerves. Your eyes shot back open and went wide as you stared down at him with a look to ask “what the fuck?”

He didn’t stop his tongue and lips from their languid dance along the slick soaked fabric, eyes still locked on yours as he spoke. “I said to stay on the phone. Keep the phone to your ear, now.” a whimper slipped from your lips in response to his raspy voice, attaching the phone back to its place against your ear and you heard a nervous chuckle leave Felix.

“H-hey um… if you’re busy w-we can always call later…” he sounded a bit out of breath when he spoke, almost like he was panting and before you could respond with a yes, jisung nipped at your clit again causing your body to jolt in response. “N-no Lixie… I- I’m good to k-keep talking. What were y-you saying again?” you hadn’t been able to pay attention to anything the other male was saying but he continued nevertheless. Jisung seemed pleased with this so he finally removed your drenched shorts and panties, wasting no time before attaching his mouth to your bare heat.

He let out a low growl that caused vibrations to shoot through you as soon as he could taste you. He was acting feral at your taste, lapping at your juices and sucking on your clit with slurping sounds like a man starved. It quickly became impossible to keep quiet with the way Jisung skillfully worked his tongue against you and inside your tight hole. Wanton moans began to rip out of your chest and your phone fell onto the bed as both your hands slipped into Jisung’s midnight blue locks, tugging his face against your core, grinding on his nose and tongue.

A growl erupted from the demon between your legs when he noticed that you had discarded the phone and he pulled away, earning a high pitched whine from you. You looked at him with confusion, the room growing quiet and you could hear distant grunts and huffs filling the air. That’s when it hit you, you were still on the phone with Felix and you’d gotten so lost in Jisung’s mouth that you hadn’t tried to contain the sounds of your pleasure. You face grew red as you scrambled to pick up the phone, Felix's moans filling your ear and causing your core to gush at the sounds. Jisung let out a chuckle at your reaction and watched your throbbing bundle of nerves and your hole clenching around nothing at your ruined orgasm.

“L-lixie?” you asked softly and cautiously. You were beyond embarrassed and didn't know how to approach the topic of what was happening. “Fuck angel… you sound so good i just- i can’t help myself.” his voice was more whiny than you’d ever heard before. “M-maybe we should just c-call later?” you asked him in a shaky voice, slight wince on your face in fear.

Before Felix even had a chance to respond, Jisung was grabbing your phone. “Felix was it?” he purred into the phone, Felix's moans quietly continuing on the other side before stopping abruptly when he heard the much deeper voice, earning a devilish smirk from the demon still planted between your thighs. You couldn’t hear if Felix was responding or not as you watched Jisung begin nipping at the sensitive skin on the inside of your thighs, your body jolting at the sharp sting that followed each one.

“hmmmm why don’t you come join us? I'm sure my doll will be more than happy to have both of us at once.” and Jisung hung up before anything further could be said. Your eyes went wide as the cocky smirk remained on his face.

“WHY WOULD YOU DO THAT JI!? HE'S MY BEST FRIEND!” You tried to sit up and pull your heat away from him but he was quicker in digging his nails into your hip bones slightly to hold you in place, his face so close that every word he spoke caused hot air to stick to the slick that covered your core.

“No need to pretend that you don’t want each other. Remember, it’s my job to serve you sexually so I know what you truly desire since sealing our contract. The contract allows me to hear every single want and need that your body holds.” he finished what he was saying and placed a light kiss to your still throbbing bud, eliciting a whimper from you. “I-it’s not like he’ll actually sh-show” you mumbled out between the kitten licks Jisung delivered between your folds, barely allowing the tip of his tongue to graze your most sensitive spots and teasing you further. Your body was heating up again as you grew more desperate to be touched properly.

“Trust me doll, he will show.” he purred and returned back to eating you out. He wasn’t nearly as ravenous as before, teasing you with soft licks, light suckles, and barely placing his index finger against your entrance and tugging slightly at the ring but never fully slipping his digits inside. He kept up his teasing and edging to the point of tears slipping from your eyes, begging him to do more but never earning such a reward.

This torture went on for about 10 minutes and you were beyond the point of soft tears, you were practically wailing for him to give you more as your doorbell rang. Your eyes shot open wide, meeting with the demon's slanted eyes and he pulled away from you just enough to speak but letting his words fall against your core. “Come in!” he called out through the apartment.

“What the fuck!? we don’t know who-“ you were cut off by a panting felix in your bedroom doorway. He looked like he’d ran all the way there, cock still tenting his sweats as he took in the sight before him. “L-lix…” you spoke through your tears, jisung taking a moment to suck harshly at your swollen bud and causing you to let out another moan and a cry.

Unfortunately you didn’t get any relief as Jisung climbed off the bed and sat in the desk chair in your room. His eyes were locked on the blonde male as your soaked core was on display, Felix's eyes never leaving you and your body began to heat up in embarrassment. You went to close your thighs and cover yourself up but Jisung let out a low guttural growl, causing you to let your knees fall back to the bed and opening your core up yet again.

“Well, don’t just stand there. Get to work, make my baby feel good~” Jisung purred out, unknowingly adding extra weight to the “my'' and shifted his hips forward in his seat, his monstrous cock on full display. Luckily Felix didn’t seem fazed at all by a literal demon sitting in your room so he made quick work to stalk over to your bed and slotting himself between your open thighs.

“God, you’re so fucking pretty like this~ tears and all.” Felix praised as he caged your body to the bed, pressing his clothed cock against your fully soaked and exposed core. He kissed the tears off your cheeks before catching your jutted out lower lip between his teeth. He pulled at your swollen and pouty lower lip slightly, earning a whimper from you as your hands shot into his long blonde hair and pulled his face closer. Your lips danced together in a fierce battle of dominance, your need overpowering your embarrassment in the situation as you were finally being touched properly.

Felix began rocking his hips against you, deep groans slipping into your open mouth, silvia dripping down both of your chins and down your chest. You desperately needed more after the extensive teasing from Jisung, your hands moving to Felix’s hips and pulling him painfully closer, the barrier of his clothing becoming too much as the grinding continued. The grinding and kissing just wasn’t enough and it was slightly embarrassing to know that you were acting like you were in heat with your frantic movements. You needed to feel full, needed to cum, needed Felix to fuck you open on his cock.

“L-lixie please… need you now… inside please…” you begged against his lips like you were going to go insane if he didn’t hurry up and honestly, you were convinced you might. “You… fuck- you have to let go of me first so I can take off my pants angel-“ his words hit your lips since you’d refused to let him separate from you at all and you reluctantly let go of your vice grip on him with a desperate whine when you felt his body heat leave you.

Jisung remained seated as he watched you cling desperately to the smaller blonde male. At first it was funny watching your desperation as the other fumbled through his movements, clearly he wouldn’t be able to appease you like he did but then he watched as Felix removed his clothes to reveal a toned build and a decent sized cock, causing Jisung to gulp.

When Jisung first saw the man entering your room in a fluffy sweater and gray sweats, he looked far too soft and sweet to be a satisfying partner for how wild you were. He didn’t expect him to have much experience or to be as hung as he was. He was nowhere near as big as Jisung but he definitely had a solid hand of cards to play with. Jisung looked at you and the way you drooled over just the sight of Felix’s cock made his chest tighten uncomfortably.

He remained in his spot as he watched Felix settle back between your legs after stripping and you began rolling your hips along his cock the same way you’d done with Jisung that first time. He hadn’t realized how tight his grip had gotten on the armrests of your desk chair until he felt them snap under his grip, breaking off from the rest of the chair. His focus fell to the crumbling price of black plastic that now rested in his palm and with his focus off of you and Felix, he was able to realize just how tight his chest had grown.

It felt harder to breathe and his stomach was tangled in knots so tight he was sure they’d push any food up and out of his throat. A growl rumbled through his chest, that feeling of almost anger was back again and bubbling painfully against his rib cage, yet he still couldn’t place what exactly it was. He was snapped out of his thoughts when he heard you screaming out a name that wasn’t his.

“Fuck! Felix- oh my god! you feel so fucking good-" Your screams earned low grunts from your best friend as his hips continued to snap into you harshly, the sound of skin slapping mixed with your wanton moans and his deep groans began filling the room. The smell of sex flooded Jisung’s nose as he struggled to contain himself with the sounds being made and watching you fall apart on Felix’s cock.

Hearing how good another man, a mere human, was making you feel made his blood boil. He hated every second of this, something that was supposed to just be fun was painful to him now. He’s had plenty of threesomes before so this wasn’t anything new but the way he was seeing red as he watched Felix bring you to the brink of your orgasm? That was definitely new. How long has this been going on? Why did he do this? He was ready to tear Felix’s head from his body, he needed to stop this-

“FUCK! Yes lix~ j-just like that! I-I’m gonna- ngghh” you clenched around Felix's cock as your body was sent over the edge, muscles on fire as you came all over his cock. The clenching of your walls as you worked through your high brought Felix to his own orgasm and he pulled out, painting your chest and stomach with his long white ropes. Your body trembled as Felix pulled out with a slight wince and let his body collapse next to you, both of your chests heaving while trying to catch your breath.

“God- I can't believe we never did that.” you mumbled still trying to catch your breath, a soft chuckle following. “We definitely need to do this again Angel~” he hummed with a flirting tint to his voice. He rolled over to look at you, eyes landing on the demon in the process, fear plaguing his body at what he saw.

Jisung’s eyes were a glowing neon pink, fangs visible as he bit down on his lip, blood pouring down his chin and forming a puddle in the ridges of his abs. He saw that the chair was now missing arm rests and bits of black plastic were crumbled on the floor beside the chair.

The sight made Felix tense up and freeze, cold sweats prickling from his pores. You noticed the rigidity of Felix’s body when he froze next to you, opening your eyes again and you met those of the demon on the other side of the room. It was odd how you didn’t feel scared, the same eyes that’d haunted you in the beginning now making you coo internally. Why did he look like a kicked puppy to you?

“Sungie~” you called out softly and held out your hand for him. The lack of terror you exhibited made Felix not only petrified but beyond confused as well. Jisung looked at you, his expression softening for only a moment. It was so quick that you’d miss it if you blinked, but you’d caught it. He really was just a big puppy under that scary dog exterior.

“Come here please? I need my sungie~'' Your voice still showed how tired you were but remained soft and sweet, your focus was entirely on Jisung now and you’d almost forgotten Felix was still laying in your bed. “I-i’m gonna go before he kills me…” Felix’s voice came out shaky but his fear kept him frozen to his place. “No, Lix you stay right there.” you spoke softly, eyes trained on Jisung who still had yet to move.

“Jisung.” your voice was stern and Jisung couldn’t help but react to the dominance in your voice. Slowly rising from his seat and stalking over to you, same terrifying energy radiating off of him, expression remaining harsh to felix but you could see deeper. He wasn’t angry, he was hurt and all you wanted to do was hold him and cover his face in kisses, comfort him and make him feel better.

Jisung made it over to the bed before stopping at the side, body still rigid and powerful in his stance and his eyes flicked over to Felix, causing him to jump back a bit in fear. He couldn’t understand what the fuck was happening and he just really wanted to leave alive but you’d told him to stay and surely you’d never let him die… right?

Once Jisung was in front of you, you looked up at him through half closed lids, still feeling tiredness weighing your body down. You wrapped your extended hand around his wrist and yanked him towards you. His body fell foreword and he had to put his free hand next to your head on the pillows to keep himself from falling on you completely. Your lips collided in a searing kiss, teeth audibly classing together as your tongue slipped between the seam of his lips.

The intensity of your lips on his had him almost melting as an animalistic growl was ripped from his throat and swallowed by your open mouth. His tongue began to push against yours in a heated battle of control, your tongues caught in the small space between your lips as the rolled against one another. A moan left you through the exchange of saliva as your tongues remained on full display for the blonde who was hypnotized by the erotic exchange and Jisung began to climb on top of your still spent body.

Felix could feel his cock coming back to life as he watched the both of you battling for dominance. He couldn’t help himself as his hand made its way down his body and began to lightly tug at his over sensitive member, completely hypnotized by the two of you. Jisung easily found his place between your legs, the puddle of your orgasm under his knees and the release that painted your skin becoming sticky as it dried between your bodies.

Jisung continued to hold himself up with his hands planted on either side of your head as the kiss continued to get even sloppier and more intense as it went on, more groans and growls leaving the demon as he was trying desperately to regain control of the situation. You could feel that he wasn’t going to give up so easy, an idea popping into your head causing you to smirk against his lips.

One of your hands left where they’d rested on his tiny waist, making its way up to his throat and wrapping around the soft flesh and squeezing tightly. A whimper left the demon and you could feel his body shudder against yours and almost melt into you. You took the chance to take over completely, your tongue sliding into his mouth and licking every surface it could reach.

You began to roll your hips against him as he continued to slip into a more submissive headspace. He continued to let out whimpers and whines as he let you do whatever you wanted to him, becoming putty in your hands. The sounds he let out were a harsh contrast to th noises you’d gotten used to hearing. His growls and groans were definitely capable of making you weak in the knees but hearing him sounding so needy and desperate ignited a new kind of fire in you.

Finally separating your lips with Jisung chasing after your touch again, cock still leaking againt you heat and turning more of your body as messy as your kiss had gotten. You were looking up at the demon, body covered in Felix’s cum, a mix of both yours and Jisung’s saliva, and the essence of your arousal mixed with the copious amounts of pre-cum that’d began pouring out of Jisung’s pretty pink cock.

“Why don’t you be a good boy and show Lixie here how good you fuck me hmmmm?” you purred out, his jealousy still radiating off of him. You wanted to reassure him that you are genuinely more than satisfied by just him and the best way to do that for a sex demon was to let them show off and feel the truth in your words than to just hear them.

This got Jisung to perk up, the hurt puppy look leaving him as he glanced over to see Felix stroking his cock at the show that you two had just put on. He couldn’t help but take a moment to admire the blonde, sitting obediently and watching, being a good boy for you just because you’d told him to stay. The power you held over your bestfriend in just a few words had Jisung enamored and a fluttery and warm feeling began to erupt in his chest. He felt a sense of pride mixed with the weird and warm feelings as he looked back to you, the dominance in your gaze piercing through him and making him feel a bit exposed.

Feeling exposed wasn’t something Jisung was used to despite the fact that he'd always been striding around completely naked but this was a different kind of exposure. It felt like you'd tore his still beating heart from his chest and held it so delicately in your palms despite the fact that you could so easily in that moment treat the organ with no care and even squeeze it a bit harder in your clutches and end him, ruin him, break him and his soul with such an easy movement but you actively choose not to. You choose to be gentle, treat it with care, treat it with love, treat him with such care and love…

Love… Is that the feeling he feels? Does he love you?

He held onto that idea as he felt you wrap those pretty, delicate, fingers around the base of his cock and guiding his tip to your entrance. Again, your touch was gentle and kind, your eyes were soft and alluring without any harshness to them. You looked at him and watched him in a way he’d never experienced before. There was something in your gaze that was reaching out to him and he wanted so desperately to figure out how to take a hold of that and never let it go.

Jisung pushed into you slowly all the way to the hilt, pushing his hips flush against your ass as he bottomed out, a small hiss slipping from between your teeth from the pain of his size and the overstimulation. Jisung stilled for a moment and watched as you adjusted to him yet again, once you nodded he slowly began to pull out until just his tip remained inside of you. You took a moment to reach out and grab Felix’s free hand that wasn’t wrapped around his cock and guided his small hand to your lower stomach, pressing his palm against your skin. Felix looked at you confused as you held his hand in place with gently pressure and looked to Jisung again.

“Let him feel just how well you fill me up Sung~ Let him feel just how well that demon cock rearranges my guts.” your voice still purred in a sultry tone but it became a bit more airy as your arousal began to course through your veins again. Jisung didn’t need to be told twice before bottoming out again and angling his hips upward to rub against the sweet spot inside of you, causing that familiar bulge in your abdomen to push against Felix’s hand and wanton moans to begin to fall from yout lips as he set a slow but hard rhythm to his thrusts.

To say Felix was shocked was an understatement, even as your hands gripped the blankets underneath you, his hand remained and his cock continued to leak in his fist. He could feel Jisung’s cock carving out your insides and your body heating up as you got closer to your orgasm. Jisung felt you teetering on the edge too as he picked up his speed, doing exactly the right things to have your orgasm crashing into you full force before you’d expected it.

“Yes! Fuck sung! Just like that thats my good boy! I-Im gonna-” you were cut off as the force of your orgasm kncked the wind out of you and your jaw opening into a silent scream as you came all over the demon’s cock and covered his abs in your squirt. “God fuck doll- your milking my cock so good. I’m gonna fuck you full of my cum just like you beg for, like my good fucking slut!” Jisung’s voice was strained as he worked you through your high, the grip on his cock almost painful as a few more sharp thrusts were delivered straight to your thuroughly abused sweet spot and he was toppling over the edge himself.

He came inside of you hard and Felix let out a gasp as he could feel the force of Jisung’s cum from where his hand remained pressed against your abdomen and that feeling had him rfeaching his second orgasm of the night. He painted his own abdomen in hot white ropes and a deep groan ripping through him as his thighs began twitching at the intensity of it. He lazily tugged at his cock through the after shocks before collapsing backwards on the bed and Jisung pulled out of you with a whine from his own overstimulation.

Out of the three of you, Jisung recovered the quickest. He only had to take a few moments of panting to catch his breath and relaxing back against the end of the bed frame as he watched you and Felix trying to recover. You were trembling and panting heavily, eyes shut in exhaustion and felix was pretty much in the exact same boat, both of you were covered in sweat and various bodily fluids but Jisung couldn’t help but smile softly and that warm fluttery feeling returned.

“I love you” he spoke without realizing and your head snapped up off the pillows, eyes wide and meeting his own set of wide eyes. As you tried to figure out if you'd heard him right, he was launching himself off the bed and running out of the door. He slammed the door behind him as he fled, the force behind it causing the wood of the door frame it crack and splint as your body jolted at the volume of it all. “Did- did he just…” you began, still blinking away the shock.

You could hear a burst of wind in your living room, clattering of objects hitting the walls and the scraping of your furniture moving against your wooden floors. Jisung had went back to the underworld. He’d just vanished without another word. The realization settling into your gut painfully as felix jumped at the loud sounds and your bedroom door flying back open thanks to the broken doorframe unable to hold it closed. After the sounds stopped and your apartment fell eerily quiet again, felix spoke.

“He just told you he loved you… you- Y/Nnie you tamed an incubus…” felix spoke in his own form of shock, hes studied demons and other mythological creatures for years and its insanely rare for any demon to be tamed by a mortal but somehow, you, his best friend had done it. Felix met your teary, wide eyes and pulled you into a hug. Even after everything that just happened, Felix was still your bestfriend and platonic soulmate and he was still by your side as you began to cry, tears and snot surely covering the bare skin of his chest as you were overwhelmed with so many emotions you couldn't explain.

“I- I love him too lix… how- how do i show him? How do i get him to come back? I- I can’t lose him lix…” your body trembled as you sobbed harder against Felix’s body and he rubbed soothing circles into the skin of your back until you calmed down. “Why don’t you go take a shower and get all my cum off of you, then ill take one and get all… my cum off me too and then we can figure this out. You're sticky and gross.” his nose scrunched up at the sight of his mostly dry cum on your skin and his own skin covered in his half dry cum as well. You let out a laugh and wiped all the snot and tears from your face before nodding and leaving the room to take your shower.

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[dietmountaindewb8by]

Chapter One

Into the Abyss

warnings: five just being kinda crazy, herb not being as nice a guy as you might assume

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Five was very loud when he wanted to be, he realized as he walked through the winding halls of The Commission, watching his employees cower and duck their heads into their files or pretend to fix their clothes.

None of that mattered then, however. He reached into his pocket for that very familiar key that he had used every single day he had been in The Commission. The key to the Infinite Switchboard.

Just so he could see your face again, even for a moment. Maybe even find you if he could.

Sometimes he would come across old memories and dive into them. Oh, how beautiful you were. How you smiled and how you laughed and how you were always so kind. To him and to everyone. 

His beautiful, beautiful girl. An angel among demons that crawled beneath her feet–he was a demon that would crawl beneath her feet anyway. A devil cast to the deepest pits of hell searching for that which could bring him salvation, if only for a moment.

Five Hargreeves wanted nothing more than to hold you to his chest, to tuck you into his arms safe and sound and never let you out again. Because his arms were where you belonged–where you still do belong. They were wide open for the ghost of you, gates to a rotting manor that only welcomed its original owner.

You could rip his heart from his chest and he would forgive you in a heartbeat. 

The door creaked open and he quickly locked it behind him. The only other person with a key was Herb, and he wouldn’t dare disturb the owner of the Commission in his incredibly important research.

Even if that research wasn’t important to the company, per se. It was important to him. And if it was important to him then surely the world would fall apart if it wasn’t completed.

I would tear it apart if I couldn’t reach this at the very least, he thought, sitting down in the very same chair he did every day, flipping on the switch that reintroduced him to his sins, to what he needed to do.

Your smiling face greeted him, and for a second–just as always–he smiled back. He turned a dial beneath his right finger, looking back to the dreaded day he lost you. 

November 22, 1963 was a day to behold, that was for sure. It was brighter than usual, not one cloud lingering in the sky and the sun blared down upon the mild Texas landscape.

His gun was aimed for where the president would ride by as you sat beside him, picking at the grass.

“Be careful, Sweetheart,” he said, and you looked up at him for a moment, eyes void. “You’ll ruin your sundress.”

“I think the sundress is the least of our worries today, Five.”

He sighed. “You’re not wrong.”

Five minutes later amidst the chaos that was taking place on the other side of the fence, he took your hand and brought it to his lips before diving through the hole he had ripped in the time-space continuum. 

And then you were gone, stolen from him by the cruel fingers of time.

Five jumped when a knock on the door sounded, his fingers flying to the knife he had stuffed in his pocket at all times.

“Mr. Hargreeves?” Herb called. “Sir?”

Five sighed, dropping his knife before gliding the chair over to the door, unlocking it. “Come in, Herb.”

Herb stepped in through the door before staring at the mess that had become the Infinite Switchboard. Papers were scattered everywhere–some with half-drawn faces, others with numbers and symbols he could only begin to understand. And then there was Five; clean shaven as always, but his eyes held something either dead or dangerously alive.

Either way, he knew there was nothing but trouble to be had with Five Hargreeves.

Nothing but trouble.

“Mr. Hargreeves,” Herb said, watching Five return to his pages, “what are you doing?”

“Nothing, Herb.”

Herb’s eyes flicked to the screen, to you. You in the yellow sundress. You who had cried in Dot’s arms one too many times to count.

You who had successfully escaped Five Hargreeves and fallen into a new hell.

“Trying to find her, Sir?” Herb said with a chuckle.

Five’s jaw ticked before he turned to the smaller man. “You have something to say, Herb? Something funny?”

“Nothing at all, Sir.” He shrugged, before taking a shaky step away from the man. “Just that you’ve been looking so hard and her files have been with us all along.”

Five’s heart jumped. He dove for Herb, taking him by the lapel of his jacket and pulling him up to eye level. 

“Herb,” he said sweetly. “Old friend. Tell me where the fuck those files are.”

Herb gulped. “We have them all. We watch them on Friday nights. They’re quite entertaining–I’ve never seen anything quite like it.”

“I want them. I want them all–and whenever a new one comes in, I want that too. I’ll decide if they’re entertaining or not.”

“Of course,” Herb whispered before being thrown to the ground, scampering out of the room as soon as he could.

And for the first time in a long time, Five smiled.

[namelessdumbass]

Rite Here Rite Now

It was amazing and funny. Copia girlies and boys fucking won!

I expected different outcome, tbh. Tobias managed to surprise me and also made me a tiny bit sad (reasons will be explained in the spoilers below).

The film consists of like 95% of concert footage and 5% of off stage/plot stuff. The quality of sound and editing is just 🤌 I expected the live of Twenties to be good and gosh Ghost delivered. And Mummy Dust...Tobias let Mary Goore out! But i honestly prefer Terzo's version (CaD) better. Sorry not sorry haha. Ghouls/Ghoulettes footage. Everyone who loves them will be very veeeery well fed!

Dance Macabre live...i was'nt wrong when i called it a satanic gay party 😁

The movie is worth watching and i do hope Ghost releases it as soon as possible for all those who were not able to go.

The spoiler free review ends here. Don't read further if you don't want to spoil it for yourself. And please, don't copy them and paste it everywhere for the sake of ruining other people's fun! Seriously, don't fucking do that!

If you accidently clicked here, don't worry! spoilers will be below and you still have a chance to avoid them :)

Alriiiiight:

Movie starts with Saltarian who tells fans to record for the first 2 minutes, to show how happy they are etc and posted a qr code for fans to upload those recordings. I guess it will be put up on RHRN website. We'll see. There were also photos of fans who attended LA ritual. I fucking loved the person who showed up in a giant Plushia suit. I LOLed! Then fans were asked to put down the phones and enjoy the movie. The beginning was narrated Star Wars kinda style (a little bit) with the small recap of the chapters and about Copia's worries that he might die. And yes, it literally began in space lol. The movie is basically is like what we saw in small snippets Ghost posted earlier. Plot mixed with a really good show.

And the plot: -Short footage of Copia and Ghouls arriving. ALmost the whole set was the same as any other concert from Re-Imperatour + a few awesome exceptions. -Dews does that annoying thing with guitar, Rain stops him, takes his pick and throws it into the crowd and Dew...he freaking showed him YouSuck sticker on the backside of his guitar. Peak Dew moment! -Copia asked the right question about the Clery. He also does not quite understand what it does, why and where it goes. I suppose Tobias decided to thicken the Ghost lore a bit and will have more clarity in the nearest future. -Remember when Copia jumped at the end of the Watcher in the Sky? He ended up in one of those stage boxes (for equipment or something) and is taken to the stage B. While he's carried to it by Kevin he has a chat with Nihil's ghost. Nihil says he recorded not 2, but 3 songs. That probably means that we'll hear a new one. (UPD: the new song we heard during the credits, "The Future is a Foreign Land" is Nihil's 3rd song! Confirmed by Tobias himself in a new interview). He also tells Copia to breath in deep and then farts. -On the Stage B Copia sings "If You Have Ghosts". 3 Ghoulettes played piano and violins and the 4th one did the haunting ghost-like opera vocals. It was beatiful. Copia kissed her hand. -He then wore boxing robe and went next to crowd. Almost the whole scene was shown in the trailer. -Btw, remember that silly moment when Nihil's eyes were crossing? Well, Kevin was also included in that staring contest. -Twenties live. The skeletons, the performance and one of those skeletons who crawled between Dew's legs...that's hot. -Nihil calls Copia "son". Copia calls Nihil "Dad". Cardi will insult him later, don't worry. -Nihil/Seestor cartoon during MOAC. Yes, that's when Sis hit him with the car. Basically it's what happens after "Kiss the Go Goat" mv. Sister leaves and Nihil runs after her. "I'll never let you go". They end up kissing in a coffin on a graveyard , later Nihil wakes up naked in a bed in a motel and we see Sister leave. -There was a moment in a movie when we see Ashley (stage crew) bring Copia a new pair of shoes and put the on on his feet. Tobias, goddammit what the hell was that? :D -Seestor was a in wheelchair all the time -She and Nihil encouraged Copia throughout the whole movie and gave him a piece of advice. -About the baloon from the poster. Copia flies on it after finishing the set...or he imagined that because a few moments later after Nihil/Seestor flashbacks he ends up on the floor and watches Seestor die. All of the Ghouls and Ghoulettes also stood right next to her. -Copia has a twin brother -Copia didn't die and became the head the Clergy (Father Imperator or something like this). He found out about his new position from a letter Seestor left for him. -New song during credits (credits show dictators, assassinations, wars and the use of nuclear war). Years 1984 and 2024 mentioned. The song is not heavy. -Ghouls/Ghoulettes real names mentioned in the credits -Funny post credit scene with Copia. He had no piant on and had a new cool drip (with black jacket and red and black cross). Seestor is also a Ghost now. Tobia's children cameo. They're also Ghosts. -Papa V is teased the same way Copia was teased in a chapter 1. They even used the same music (Pro Memoria). No face reveal. Either he will be revealed in new Chapters or at some point during the new tour???

-aaaand my biggest disappointment: no footage of Primo, Secondo and Terzo. Literally ZERO.

I mean, Nihil is a Ghost, Seestor also became a Ghost, even Tobias' children made a cameo as Ghosts, but nothing for previous Papas? Really?! The same could have been done for them, but i guess Tobias doesn't care about them anymore :( And it hurts. I know that's my fault that i had so many expectations and hopes, but holy shit :( As a newbie who never saw previous Papas, i'm so sad i'll never get a chance to see them and there won't be any new footage of them. Being Terzo widow is so hard. Guess that's why i'm a bit salty Copia lives (sorry, guys, i like him, but i also hate him haha)

And yes, as it turned out the twins theory from Square Hammer was true...but not for Terzo 😭

I enjoyed the movie nevertheless. It's fun and kinda gives you an opportunity to see the band "live" if you've never been to a ritual before. And yes, the movies was'nt just about Papa IV and his fate, i believe it was also Tobias' message for us to enjoy the life rite here rite now! As i said, Copia's girlies and boys truly fucking won. Congrats, lads, your Papa lives and will live! I bet that feels amazing. Thanks for reading! P.S. since you know the plot, don't spoil it for the others please.

[cowardlybean]

HEY GUYS. You know what you should do. You should read “But Who Will Scare The Crows Away?” by @bandtrees and @sammisafetypin

(Image without Mogami, original version, and my reaction to a specific dialogue I KNOW ITS ABOUT THE ACCIDENT I SWEAR I SWE)

where do I BEGIN. Y’all yanked me around with suspense everywhere and by GOD was I jumping at literally ANYTHING I could possibly imagine connecting (immediately with that segment with Reigen and Mob in chapter 2 I thought Mogami’s corpse would be in the attic. For some reason. Also I was fully expecting any of the Awakening Lab kids to meet a Horrible Horrible fate COUGH And Who Is Killing Me? COUGH or even Teru COUGH The Water Ran Clean COUGH) and because of that recommendation I was just WAITING for what would happen to Reigen

good lord shit sure did happen!!!!!!! Absolutely IMMACULATE horror it’s going in the favorites list BRAVO BRAVO I will never EVER be the same after this (/pos)

anyway now that you’ve made it this far, here’s what I hid! - Chilchuck and Marcille chalk art: a reference to Built On Sin

Cat and Frog playground toys: the white cat from mogamiland and the frog that Ritsu accidentally kills early on in the fic

Crow: yknow. Mogami

and that’s. Kinda it!!! Go wild

[thatssonanii]

Chapter Nine

A/N: Its finally here! First chapter of 2024! To those who have been waiting so patiently THANK YOU! Enjoy! Comment, reblog & share!⭐⭐ PART OF THE CHAPTER WAS MISSING! I ADDED IT!

Warnings: Cursing, mentions of abortion, excuse any typos, MINORS DNI

Masterlist

Chapter Eight

Christmas Excerpt

Following the new year, things were buzzing and busy. Zilla was in demand, working hard on the road to the company's biggest show of the year. Moriah on the other hand was being shuffled around due to a shortage but presented to her as praise for the good work she does. By the end of the shuffle, she landed in Pediatrics, the last place she wanted to be. The couple saw each other less but they tried to make the best of it. 

“Fat,” Zilla called out softly. He chuckled hearing her whine. “C'mon, Fat. Get up for me, please.”

She shook her head, trying to pull the covers over her head but Zilla snatched them before she could. 

“Nooooo,” she whined, “You already kept me up all night. Uhn uhn.”

“I'm not waking you for that this time. I got something to show you.”

After another ten minutes of struggling with her, Zilla finally got her up and out the door. He walked carefully behind her with his hands over her eyes, leading her to the complex's parking lot. When he stopped, he kissed her cheek lovingly.

“I forgot to bring one of your gifts with me to Texas, Fat. You ready to see it?”

“You woke me up out of my sleep, you damn right i’m ready to see it,” she joked.

Counting to three, Zilla removed his hands revealing the gift. She stared with a wide smile on her face.

“Isayah Fatu, you did not.”

“I did,” he answered softly.

“You did not buy me a car!” She squealed not caring about waking their neighbors up this early in the morning. She jumped into his arms, kissing his face repeatedly. “I didn't need it but I’m glad you got it!”

“Of course I did. I couldn’t be in my new shit and not have my lady in some new shit too, Fat. It’s only right. Plus. baby, you deserve it. I told you that I was gonna take care of you. This just the beginning, Fat.”

At that Moriah pulled back to look at him, laughing at the sneaky smile on his face. Knowing what was coming next, Zilla turned them to the side so she could look at the cars. She was so focused on her own car, she didn’t realize there was a car beside hers with an identical red bow on it.

“You got your Challenger!”

“I did. You tryna go for a ride before I gotta go?”

Moriah tilted her head and raised her brows. “Out here? Somebody might see, Zay. well … the windows are tinted. Let’s do it.”

He laughed loudly, dropping his head to her chest for a second. “I ain’t mean that kinda ride, Fat. I meant in my car.”

“Oh,” she said shyly. “My bad.”

“No need. If we got time for that then I’m aight wit it but if not you know I’ll still make it happen for you.”

“In both cars?”

“Yeah, Fat, in both cars. And you stay talkin bout me.”

After taking her for a ride around the block, Zilla dropped her back off and went to the performance center. While he waited for his class to start, he tucked himself away to work on the promo he had been working on for the next show. 

“Big boy! Where you at, man?”

Chuckling to himself, Zilla put his phone away and stood from the corner he sat in.

“You bigger than me, boy.”

Bronco laughed, slapping hands with him. “You still big boy either way. What's up though? How was the holiday?”

“Shit it was good, got to spend time with my family. My niece had shit everywhere.”

“I bet. My brother did too,” he laughed, “Soooo.”

Zilla squinted a little, chuckling under his breath. “What, man?”

“Did you see Rye's family?”

“Yeah, she tried to go to her mom's by herself and you know I couldn't let that happen so I went too. Her aunt and umi was there.”

“Umi?”

“Grandma.”

“Got it,“ he nodded, “Her mom said anything out the way to you?”

“For once not really, she said like one slick thing but Umi shut that down quick. We only saw her that one day.”

Bronco figured if Zilla knew he wouldn't be as calm as he is and safely assumed his friend had no idea what he knew. The two moved into a different conversation

“If I tell you again to get  away from me, I’m going to HR. Get out of my face, Thomas.”

“I just wanna have a conversation with you, Mo. Is that so bad?”

Moriah looked up from the chart she was completing and rolled her eyes. Two months into this year and she was contemplating whet or not she would spend the rest in prison. “Yes, it is. And this is the last time I’m gonna tell you to stop calling me Mo. Nurse DeBreaux and nothing else.”

He chuckled to himself. “I know you in the biblical sense and I gotta call you Nurse DeBreaux? That seem right to you?”

“I slept with you one time in that whole time we were together so I wouldn’t say that you know me but in any case if you repeat that again, I’ll kick your ass myself and then I’ll call Zilla to do it and you don’t want that.”

“Oooh, I struck a nerve I see. Listen, I just got one question and I’ll leave you alone.”

“Spit it out.”

“Why did you even bother to make me use a condom?”

Dropping the pen on the table, Moriah slowly looked up at him with an infuriated expression. “What did you just say?”

He titled his head still smiling. “You heard me. What was the point?”

“Explain what you’re asking me, Thomas and do it quickly.”

“Oh now you wanna talk to me? I think I’ll keep the rest to myself for another time.”

Not wanting him to know that she already knew about the partnership between her mother and him, Moriah thought of something quickly to throw it off. She knew if she bought it up, he would tell her mother and Zilla would find out before she herself had a chance to tell him.

“Stay out of my medical files, Thomas.”

“Medical files,” he repeated with a chuckle, “Sure thing, Mo … I mean Nurse DeBreaux. I’ll see you later.”

Watching him walk away, Moriah counted backwards from 100 in her head trying to calm herself down. When she realized it wasn’t working, she let the other nurses know that she was gone for a fifteen and hurried down to the ED. As soon as Toni saw her face, she handed her device off to one of the other nurses and guided the younger woman into the break room, locking the door behind them. 

“What happened?”

“Can you call Bronco to beat Thomas’s ass please?”

Toni chuckled, “I’m sure he would love that but why? Tell me what happened.”

“I’m filling out paperwork for a child that just got admitted and he comes over trying to talk to me and I tell him to leave me alone. Of course his ass doesn’t listen, never fucking listens.” She groaned.

Toni put a calming hand on her shoulder, “Breathe, Rye. Breathe.”

She took a few deep breaths before continuing on.  “So he looks at me and says what was the point of making me wear a condom. And he’s smirking, so happy and proud of himself. Fucking bastard.”

“He said what? Why would he say that to you?” She asked, frowning.

“Because apparently my mom told him more after they talked up here. I had to play it off like he had been in my medical records even though I know he wouldn’t be able to get into them.”

“You don’t want him to know that you know about him and your mom because he’ll tell her that you’re onto them and she’ll tell Zilla before you can.” 

“Exactly.” Moriah sighed hard, rubbing at her nose. “I fucking hate them. Especially my mama. Why won’t she just let me be? She’s done enough already.”

Pulling her into a hug, Toni rubbed her back and let her cry on her shoulder. There was a question she was dying to ask but she wasn’t quite sure how to ask it in Moriah’s given state. 

“Some people aren’t happy with themselves so they take it out on other people, especially the people that love them.”

“I don’t think I’ll ever get over the shit she’s done.”

“I’m not gonna tell you how to feel, what to feel or what to do with those feelings, Rye. I’m here for whatever you need. You call, text or come over anytime. Okay?”

Moriah nodded, pulling away from the hug. She wiped her face, trying to give a small smile. “I know you wanna know what he meant but I just can’t have that conversation right now. I’ll tell you at some point though. I promise.”

“No rush. I’ll be here when you’re ready to talk. I do have another question, though.”

“What’s up?”

“When’s the next time Zilla has a day off?”

Moriah thought for a moment, rubbing at her eyes. “I think Thursday.”

“Okay, so you’re gonna be off on Thursday and Friday so you take that time to talk to him. It seems like you’re running out of time to tell him yourself especially with how out of hand Thomas is getting. And while I’m sure Zilla will not leave you for any of this, I know how important it is for you to tell him yourself. And I know he would much rather it come from you.”

Moriah stood quietly, replaying Toni’s words in her head.They were pretty much the same words she had been saying to herself.

“I know it’s gonna be hard,” Toni added interrupting her thoughts, “I know it’s gonna be scary but you can do this. If you want me and Bronco can be there for you both.”

“No … no. I can do it alone. But stay by your phone please.”

“Of course and remember that boy loves you a hell of a lot. He’s gonna be pissed, not at you but he will be and you have to allow him to feel and process things the same way you did.”

Quietly, Moriah moved around their apartment to gather the few small boxes she needed and sat them on their kitchen table. She fixed breakfast for her boyfriend knowing that after she told him what she needed to tell him that he probably wouldn’t have an appetite. She had been texting back and forth with Toni to talk about her plan.

“Damn, it smell good out here,” he called out in between his yawning. “Mornin’, Fat.”

She chuckled, going to hug and kiss him. He held onto her a few seconds longer than he usually would then released her with a smack on the ass.

“How’d you sleep, Zay?”

“Like a rock. I ain’t realize how tired I been.”

Moriah led him to the table then went to get his plate and juice. “I’m glad you got some rest. You deserve it after throwing them people around every day.”

“Thank you,” he got quiet for a moment to say grace, “You right. You ain’t sleep good though. Not all that tossin and turnin’ you did.”

“Was I?” she asked, avoiding eye contact with him.

“Yeah you were. Had to hold onto your lil ass to get you to stop.”

“That was the plan all along,” she giggled. “I sleep better in your arms.”

The couple ate their food, having small conversations here and there about their upcoming week and schedules. Zilla finally noticed the boxes on the table after he was done eating. He glanced between her and the boxes.

“What’s that, Fat?”

She hummed, quickly taking their dishes in the kitchen.

“The boxes. What in em? What you ordered now?”

Going back to the table, Moriah sat across from him and pulled the boxes closer to her. She pulled the top box open just wide enough to slide a manila folder out of it. Zilla waited quietly for her to say something, his eyes darted between the folder and his girlfriend.

“What you got?”

“You remember when you told me that whenever I was ready to talk about what my mom did to me while you were gone that you would listen and be here for me?”

“Yeah and I meant it.”

“Well,” she sighed out, “I’m ready to talk about it now. I need to tell you before she does.”

He frowned a little. “What you mean? Why she wanna tell me?”

“Because she knows that if she tells you that you’ll leave me and that’s what she wants.”

“Fat,” he called out, reaching across the table for her hand, “Look at me.” He waited for her to look up before he continued. “Whatever she did to you, you didn’t have no control over that. I love you and whatever she did or said won’t change that. Aight?”

Moriah sighed. “I know you told me that but you don’t know yet.”

“Fat, baby … just tell me. Zilla ain’t goin nowhere.”

She held his stare for a few moments, trying to figure out how she wanted to start telling him. 

“When you got sentenced and stuff, I was distraught as hell. It was pitiful,” she chuckled. “I spent all my free time at your moms, in your bed and stuff. Then like three weeks after you left, I got sick on and off. Figured it was just cause I wasn’t eating like I should or a cold but three 

weeks later I was still sick. Arthur came over to see me and him and mama gave me a pregnancy test.”  

Her heart dropped a little, feeling his grip on her hand loosen. 

“The test was positive. Um, my parents and Mama were upset at first but they realized that there was nothing they could do you know and we went from there.”

“You was pregnant? And nobody told me?” He asked, trying to keep his tone calm.

“We were gonna tell you, Zay, but we were trying to figure out a way to tell you because you were gonna miss 10 years of the child’s life. That wasn’t gonna be easy.”

“So everybody knew but me?”

She shook her head. “No. Only me, my parents, Mama, Arthur, Auntie Kami and Umi. It didn’t go beyond us because we didn’t want anyone telling you before we figured it out.”

“Keep goin,” he demanded softly. 

She sighed softly, slipping her hand from his momentarily. Flipping through the folder for a moment, Moriah pulled out her sonograms and slid them across the table.

“My first appointment was at 10 weeks. I heard the heartbeat and the doctor said that the baby was fine. My mom kept saying smart shit but me, Mama and my daddy were happy. Mama cried when we found out the due date.” Moriah chuckled softly remembering.

He stared at the images in front of him, his thumb slightly grazing where the baby sat in the sonogram. “Why did she cry?”

“The due date was March 24th.”

Zilla looked up from the sonogram, locking eyes with his girlfriend. “4 days before Pops birthday.”

“Yeah,” she answered softly. 

He huffed loudly, placing the sonograms on the table. His hands went to cover his face for a moment, taking slow, deep, long breaths. It was hard but he was trying to keep his promise.

“Clearly none of yall figured out how to tell me cause I’m just now findin out. So what you do with our kid? The only kid I’ve seen is Sisi and she ain’t old enough to be ours.”

Moriah wiped her tears away with the sleeve of her sweatshirt. “I don’t wanna tell you, Zay.”

“Nah, nah, nah. You can’t start then stop, Moriah. Where’s my kid?”

“You’re gonna be mad at me, Zay.” She cried holding the folder tightly to her chest. “I don’t wanna tell you. She made me do it.”

“Moriah,” he called out sternly. “Just tell me!”

She jumped from his voice booming through their apartment which he immediately regretted. He stood from the table wiping his hands over his head and face.

“I’m sorry for yellin’ at you, Fat but just … please just tell me.”

Sitting the folder aside, Moriah played with her fingers trying to get her mouth to cooperate with her brain. 

“When I was 12 weeks, my mom told me that she had made another appointment for me to make sure the baby was okay. I was skeptical but I still went. Your mom was skeptical too.” She said between sobs. “It wasn’t a regular check up for the baby. She had scheduled an abortion. She let them take my baby and then she gloated about it.”

Abortion.

Abortion.

Abortion.

The word replayed over and over inside Zilla’s head. He was trying to wrap his mind around it but it wasn’t connecting. Feeling his anger start to rise well above what it should have been, Zilla started to pace back and forth. 

“I didn’t want to but I was a minor and I didn’t have a choice, Zay. And afterwards she made me go tell your mom that ���it’ was gone so yall would leave us alone.”

 “Our kid is dead?” He asked softly.

“Yes.”

“That bitch killed my fucking kid?” He yelled, not able to keep the rumble inside of him. “She killed my kid and got the nerve to act like mother of the fuckin year?”

Moriah wanted to hug him but she knew he would probably push her away so she stayed where she was with the table between the two of them. Her eyes followed him as he paced back and forth, mumbling to himself. Going into the other box, she pulled out a small baby blue box holding that tight in her grasp.

“Afterwards, I kept asking her what did they do with the baby and if they had told her if the baby was a boy or a girl but she wouldn’t answer me. I kept asking and asking,’’ she explained softly, “And finally she told me that she had them cremate the remains and that she had the gender. In order for me to get both and my sonograms, I had to do something else.”

His pacing stopped but he didn’t look at her.

“I had to get my tubes tied. I had to agree or she was gonna destroy all of it.” She took a moment and approached him with the box. She took one more look at it then held it out to him. “I did it because she had already killed my baby, I couldn’t lose the rest of the only pieces of him I had.”

“Him?”

“Yeah,” she said softly, “It was a boy. I know it probably doesn’t mean much but I named him Angel.”’

Slowly, Zilla took the box from her, his thumbs caressed the letters etched into the box. ‘Angel Fatu’. Hot tears rolled down his face uncontrollably as he cradled the box to his chest. Taking a chance, Moriah moved closer to her boyfriend and he took a step back, shaking his head.

“If your tubes are tied, why are we using condoms and why are you on birth control?”

The second time she’s heard this question, this time she felt more comfortable answering.

“I’m not on birth control, Zay. The condoms … it was easier to just keep using them because if we weren’t I know you would wonder why there hadn’t been any pregnancy scares.” She explained. “Nobody knows that my tubes are tied except you and my mom. I was ashamed.”

“The condoms that she gifted us at the going away party?”

“A sick joke. She’s been torturing me for years. She made me get a job in a daycare not more than six months after Angel. I was in the infant room. Whenever her friends or co-workers needed a babysitter, she made me do it.”

Taking a short glance at his girlfriend, Zilla moved around her with the box still in hand and grabbed his keys from the kitchen counter. He didn’t say another word to her, he simply walked out of their apartment slamming the door behind him.

Hours and hours passed without Moriah receiving a response to the texts she'd sent to her boyfriend. Ultimately, she was worried about his safety and just wanted to know he wasn't on the side of the road somewhere. The radio silence on her phone also let her know that he hadn't called his mom because she would have called or texted by now. He was angry and he had every right to be. 

By the time she got in bed there was finally a ping from her phone, alerting her to a message. Her heart dropped a little when she saw Bronco's name instead of Zilla's.

Bronco

11:43pm

Couldn't text earlier but he been with me all day. I got em, he good, sis. Get you some rest. He love you, he been sayin it all day. He just upset. Lock the door and call if you need us. 

Moriah

11:46pm

Thank you. Good night. I love him too.

She laid back staring at the ceiling debating with herself. Deciding she needed to know, she sent another text. 

Moriah

11:55pm

He has the blue box, right? 

Bronco

11:58pm

Of course. Angel chillin next to moms. Don't worry ya pretty lil head, sis. They good.

Letting out a soft sigh, Moriah plugged her phone up and put it on the dresser then moved to Zilla's side of the bed, cuddling his pillow. She said a soft prayer before drifting off to sleep. 

“What's this smile about? Who are you texting?”

Hassan pulled his phone to his chest away from his younger sister, Gabi's wandering eyes with a chuckle. It was their weekly visit and so far he had been splitting his time between entertaining her and texting. 

“I always smile, thank you very much.”

She laughed still trying to get to his phone. “Not like that you don't. Fess up. What's her name?”

“Why you always in my business? I need to call my brother in law on you?”

She shrugged playfully, trying to start the phone. “Call all you want, I'm still gonna ask. Now who is it? Or I'm gonna call my niece and ask her. I know she knows.”

Hassan rolled his eyes dramatically. “I thought you would grow out of being nosey. But if you must know, I was texting my friend, Tamara.”

“Friend Tamara? You mean your girlfriend!”

“Not my girlfriend,” he chuckled, “We've been seeing each other for a little, seeing where it goes.”

Gabi raised a brow. “Is this the same friend you've been going out with since before Thanksgiving?”

“It might be.”

“Uhuh so that's your girlfriend! When do I get to meet her?”

“Whoa, whoa. Slow down, speedy. It's not time for that yet.”

“You've been seeing her for almost five months and yall are grown. It's time. Does Moriah know about her?”

He nodded, smiling a little. “She was with me when Tamera approached me. Rye wanted me to go out with her. Even offered to be my flower girl.”

Gabi squealed, hugging her brother. “Yes! So she's in. I'm so happy because I was terrified you were gonna go back to that bitch of an ex wife.”

“Gabriella,” he called out sternly. 

She put her hands up defensively. “I didn't lie, she is a bitch but fine I won't say it again. I don't even know what you ever saw in her evil ass.”

“We're not discussing Nadine, we're discussing Tamera.”

“So tell me about her? You obviously like her with all this smiling and texting.”

His smile widened, starting to think about Tamera and the time they'd been spending together. When they first went out, Hassan honestly wasn't planning on taking her out again. He was simply going so Moriah wouldn't be on his back about not going but that first date pulled him in. 

“Tamera is a good person. She's a realtor, has been for quite some time. She has two kids, one boy and one girl. Not too much older than Rye.”

“Uhuh, keep going.”

Hassan laughed. “That's all I'm telling you, nosey. Whenever you meet her, you can ask her all the questions you want.”

His phone ringing interrupted Gabi, he held a finger up as he checked to see who was calling. 

“Is that your girlfriend?”

“No, it's Leata.” He responded sticky before putting the phone to his ear. “Hey, what's up?”

“I'm not interrupting you, Hassan. Am I?”

“Nope, you actually saved me from Gabi.” He laughed dodging his little sister's hit. 

“Oh tell her Hey for me. I'm sorry to bother you guys.”

“I'll tell her but you're not bothering us. Everything okay? Was it Nadine?”

Leata laughed softly. “No, no, not Nadine. Haven't talked to her since Christmas. It's about the kids.”

“What about them? They okay?”

“Well I was checking to see if you had talked to either of them. I haven't talked to them in three days and that's not like either of them.” She sighed softly. “I'm probably just being paranoid but one of them would at least text, ya know?”

“Uuuh I talked to Moriah Thursday morning I think it was. She was cooking breakfast and just called to talk for a few but not since then.”

“I'm worried about them. I think I'm gonna fly there to check on them, this isn't like them.”

Hassan thought for a moment. “I have Rye's friend's number for emergencies so I'll call her and see if she knows what's going on then we'll go from there. Deal?”

“Okay, let me know as soon as you do.”

After agreeing Hassan disconnected their call and started to go through his phone in search of Toni's number. Gabi watched him, although she was only able to hear his side of the conversation she could put two and two together. 

“You think they're okay? They probably just went on a lil trip and forgot to say something.”

“Yeah,” Hassan said softly as he put his phone back to his ear, “Hopefully so.”

The phone rang all the way to voice-mail, Hassan figured she didn't recognize the number and didn't answer so he shot her a quick text. A couple minutes later his phone was ringing. 

“Hey, Toni. It's Hassan, Rye's daddy. How are you?”

“I'm good, running some errands. I didn't realize that was you calling. Everything okay?”

“No worries. I just wanted to see if you'd talk to Rye in the last few days.” He took the phone from his rear to put it on speaker so he could text Leata. “Zilla's mom hadn't heard from them since Wednesday and I haven't talked to Rye since Thursday morning so we're a little worried.”

Toni sat on the phone quietly for a moment trying to decide how much of what she knew Moriah would be comfortable with. While she hadn't directly talked to either of them, Bronco had kept her in the loop and she did call and text Moriah but got no answer. 

“Toni? You there?”

“Yes, I'm sorry. I've talked to her and a mutual friend of ours has talked to Zilla in the last couple days so they're okay.”

Hassan let out a breath he didn't realize he was holding as he sent a quick text to Leata.

“Good, thank you.”

“I tell you what  … I'm near their apartment so I'll swing by and lay eyes on Rye for you. Let her know that yall are worried.”

“I would greatly appreciate that, Toni. Thank you so much.”

“Oh it's no problem at all.”

After getting off the phone, Toni carefully switched labs so that she could get off the exit closest to Moriah and Zilla's apartment. She was thankful that Hassan called because now she had even more reason to go check on her friend. Bronco had been telling her that he had Zilla and Moriah would respond to his few text messages everyday and that she was fine to give her space. But space isn't something Toni thought Moriah needed especially not after three days. Zilla went to his friend and Moriah's alone. She's isolating herself. 

Getting to the apartment, Toni carefully climbed the stairs with their bag of food in hand. She knocked on the door then pressed the ring doorbell and bent over a bit to talk into it. 

“You know you hear me at this door. It's hot and I'm melting, Rye. Let me in, please!”

A few minutes and a few knocks later, Moriah let her in. Toni sat the food on the coffee table then went right to Moriah pulling her into a tight hug. Although she tried to hold it, Moriah couldn't stop her cries. She cried on Toni's shoulder as her body shook from how hard she was sobbing. The older woman held onto her and rubbed her back while she whispered soft encouraging words. Minutes later, Moriah pulled away wiping her face on the sleeve of what Toni assumed to be Zilla's hoodie. Toni pulled her over to the sofa so they could sit. 

“I've been calling and texting you, Rye. Everybody has.” Toni spoke softly.

“I know,” she sniffled, wiping a stray tear away, “I'm sorry. I didn't wanna talk.”

Toni started to take their food out of the bag, setting it up on the coffee table. 

“I understand but a text to let people know you're alive would've been great, Rye. Your dad called me to see if I'd talked to either of you. Apparently him and Zilla's mom are worried about you two.”

Moriah sighed, playing with her nails. Leata had been calling and texting, his brothers had as well but she didn't answer because she knew she wouldn't be able to hide any of this from them.

“You should at least text them back. Cause it sounds like the two of them were ready to come do a search party.”

She nodded, pulling her phone from her pocket. The screen is filled with notifications. “I don't know what to tell them.”

“Just tell them you've been working doubles at the hospital so you've been sleep when you're not working. It's a lie but it'll work for now.”

“Yeah. Thank you,” she mumbled. Her fingers moved back and forth on her phone while she tapped out her messages. To Leata's she added that she would call when she got a free moment. “I'm sure Bronco told you but he left after I told him. I knew he would but I was hoping he wouldn't.”

Toni gave her the plate of food and her utensils. “Eat. It's jerk chicken and rice, you like that. He didn't leave you, Rye. He left the situation. That was a lot to find out after all this time.”

Moriah pushed the food around her plate before taking a bite. “He could barely look at me and when he did he looked disgusted. Like he hated me.”

“He was not disgusted with you and he does not hate you.” Toni reassured. “The situation and your mother, that's where those emotions are directed. You gotta give him time, Rye. Have you healed from what she did?”

“No, not entirely.”

“Okay so it's been almost ten years since she did it and your not healed so just remember that Zilla's only had a few days and there's no way he's gonna heal in those three days.”

The friends sat quietly for a few minutes eating their food. 

“That boy loves you to death, you don't need to worry. He left because he felt like that was the safest thing for him and your relationship. He didn't want to misdirect his anger at you. Okay?”

“What if he can't get over it, Toni? What if it's never the same again?”

“Hey, no … we're not doing that. Breathe,” Toni paused to take a few deep breaths with her, “You and Zilla are gonna be fine. Okay? Your mom will not win. You and him got this.”

Moriah nodded solemnly. “Okay, T. I just … I miss him.”

“I'm sure he misses you too. Sometimes space isn't a bad thing.”

“He hates space,” she chuckled softly, “He tells everybody the same thing. If he could live in my skin, he would. He loves being up under me all the time.”

“Trust me, I can tell with how much he interrupts my ED,” she joked. “Speaking of the ED, I'm tired of not having you there so I'm working on getting you back. That replacement of yours is working my nerves.”

“And Thomas is getting on mine,” Moriah added. “I used to wanna be in pediatrics but he's ruined it for me. I swear if I have to work with him any longer he's gonna need a colon repair surgery.”

They laughed loudly. 

“I'm sure Bronco and Zilla would more than agree with you. But I'm working on it, I need my girl back in the ED with me.”

Constant buzzing during their workout was starting to annoy Bronco. He knew Zilla was tuning it out and he was trying to as well but he couldn't take it. Setting his weights down, he went over to the treadmill Zilla ran on and turned it off earning a confused glare from his friend. 

“What's up? What you doin?”

“Your phone, man. Either answer it or put it on silent.”

Zilla glanced over at it, seeing it light up and vibrate again. “Nah, I'm good. It'll be aight.”

“If you not gon answer it, put it on silent for the sake of the rest of us in here.”

He shook his head as he wiped his sweat with his towel. “Can't. Just in case.”

Bronco sucked his teeth and stared at his friend like he had the heads. “What? Just in case? Just in case what? Cause I know not an emergency with the way they blowing you up, Zilla. Or you mean just in case with Rye? Yeah that's what you mean. Right?”

Zilla didn't answer but he didn't need to. Bronco knew him well enough to know that's what he meant. 

“Look I get it, you're upset and you got every right to be but you shutting out the wrong people. And if you really cared about Rye being okay, you would've at least texted her to check on her.” 

“She straight, man.”

“How you know? I mean I know she straight cause I check on her but how would you? The crazy shit is, you not even mad at her, bruh. I get you don't wanna take some shit out on her that ain't her fault,” he fussed, hitting his hands for emphasis, “But communicate that shit with her. You left y'all spot three days ago and ain't said shit to her. You think that shit sound right?”

Zilla rubbed his hands over his face. He knew his friend was right but he was scared to talk to Moriah. After he yelled at her when they last spoke, he didn't want to do that again and hurt her. 

“And moms been calling you and she damn sure ain't do shit wrong but try and protect you, Rye, and Angel. But here you are not answering and stressing her the fuck out. She did the best she could, bruh. You putting a wall up with the wrong people, Isayah. You my boy and I love you but you doing the wrong shit.”

With a shake of his head, Bronco turned away from his friend and went back to the weight bench. Zilla too wanted to go back to working out but the lashing Bronco had just given him writhed heavily on him. Nothing that was said was wrong but he still didn't know what to do. Grabbing his phone and his towel, Zilla left the gym area and went to sit outside the Performance Center to get some air. He fiddled around with his phone trying to decide if he was going to respond to any of his notifications. 

Zilla

1:45pm

I love u, Fat

Moriah

1:46pm

I love you more, Zay.

Not able to decide what else he wanted to say to his girlfriend, he exited their thread and called his mother. She answered on the second ring. 

“Isayah, I've been worried about you and Rye.”

“My bad. Been busy,” he murmured, holding the phone to his ear. “We straight.”

“Yeah she texted and told me she's been working doubles. You don't sound like yourself, I need to see your face. Facetime me.”

He forced out a chuckle to throw her off. “Zilla aight, Mama. I'm at the PC supposed to be in class but wanted to check in with you.”

“Okay but I still wanna see your face so facetime me tonight.”

“Aight, Mama.”

“I mean it, Isayah. Don't make be come to Florida.”

He chuckled forreal this time. “Zilla got you, Mama. I promise. Zilla love you.”

“Uhuh,” she chuckled, “I love you too.”

He hung up with her then sent his brothers a message in their group chat and a picture of him. Proof of life so they would leave him alone for the moment. 

“You're a mama's boy, huh?”

His eyes snapped up from his phone to the woman talking to him then back to his phone.

“Yeah, you can say that.”

“That's cute,” she smiled, sticking out her hand, “I'm Gia. Nice to meet you.”

Zilla stared at her for a second then shook her hand, briefly. “Zilla.”

“Oh I know who you are,” she laughed a bit, “Since I got hired, you're all anyone talks about. I'm one of the new backstage analysts.”

“That's cool, congrats.”

“Thank you,” she smiled watching him get up from the ground, “I think you're gonna be my first interview on Tuesday and I was little nervous.”

He started to squint at her but remembered he was at work and she was probably more than a little nervous. 

“Why?”

“You know you hear things about asshole wrestlers and stuff so just a lil weary but thankfully,” she paused to put a hand on his arm, “You don't seem like one of them.”

Although her touching him felt strange, he let her keep it there for a moment until she got the hint. When she moved her hand, he took a step back from her. 

“No, I'm not. It'll be cool.”

“Good to know. So what do y'all do around here for fun? I literally just moved here last week and know nothing about this area.”

“Wouldn't know. I don't go out much.”

Her smile widened and her hand found its way back to his arm. “Well how about we go find out together? 

Gently, he moved her hand off of him and gave her a small smile. “Ima have to decline, Gia. I'm good plus I don't think my lady would like that.”

“You girlfriend don't let you have friends, Zilla? We're co-workers, it's fine.”

He tilted his head to stare at her briefly. The door to the center opened revealing Bronco. 

“Aye, Book wanna talk to us, Zilla. Let's go.”

Thankful for the intrusion, Zilla nodded at Gia then jogged to the door letting it close behind him. Bronco stared at him.

“What the hell was that? Why she kept touching you and shit?”

“I thought she caught the hint the first time she did that shit but she didn't,” Zilla explained, “But she didn't. And she asked me out I think.”

Bronco squinted. “And you told her about sis.”

“Man,” Zilla sucked his teeth, “Of course I did but then she hit me with that ya girl don't let you have friends and then you saved me.”

“Sis let you have friends but not her ass.”

“Right. Fat will take my head off and hers. Ion play them kinda games with my life.”

Bronco nodded slapping hands with him. “As long as you know it. Watch that girl though.”

“Gotchu. Ain't nothin to worry about though.”

[hugmeimtouchdeprived]

Ghost!Johnny Original drabble

Thought I'd post the original drabble that I posted a couple months ago but deleted it for reasons.

But I kinda like it, so posting it again! It was just the rough idea for the fic and the story will still be changing in the future.

Content warning: MW3 (2023) major spoilers

Original drabble | Prologue | Chapter 1 | Chapter 2

She always takes the same train to work and back. Maybe she works at some library or bookstore.

A normal life. Boring, even, she oftentimes thinks to herself. Going about her routine, day in and day out, nothing ever changes. Doesn't even have the time to hang out with family or friends as much as she used to. Maybe something happened, maybe she doesn't even want to be around people right now.

Until weird things start happening around her, everywhere it goes.

It starts at the train station. Feelings of being watched. But it's busy during the weekdays, there's a lot of people around.

Looking around, that's all she sees. People minding their own business, going about their day. She thinks she sees a dark figure in the corner of her eye, staring eight at her, but when she turns to look, it's gone. Maybe she's just being paranoid.

But it happens again a few days later. And the day after that. And soon it's an everyday occurrence, both in the morning while waiting for her train and in the evening, when she arrives on the platform and leaves the station.

And soon, it's not just the train station, it's happening at work. The feeling of someone staring at her, a cold shiver up her spine. Shadows in the corner of her eye, disappearing when she turns to look. Books falling from shelves randomly when nobody's around. The pen she left on her desk in the backroom? She, eventually, finds it on the floor under the couch on the other side of the room.

And then, blah blah blah, weird shit keeps happening, and she keeps coming up with excuses for it.

It starts happening in her home. Things aren't where she's sure she placed them; the kitchen sink keeps turning on. A dark figure following her around. She sees it when she wakes up in the middle of the night, staring at her from the corner until she rubs her eyes and it's gone. In the bathroom mirror while she's showering. Hell, it's in every reflective surface; windows, the TV when she turns it off and the screen turns black.

Ok, maybe there is something odd going on here.

But she's not scared. Maybe she should be, and it does spook her in the beginning. I mean, who wouldn't gasp and jump a bit when they're taking a nice, relaxing shower, and suddenly see someone staring at them for a split second?

But she gets used to it. It becomes her new norm, in a way. The thing - she doesn't know what it is, and calling it a ghost doesn't feel right, even if that's probably exactly what it is- never does any harm, after all. It follows her to work and back, watches her from dark corners. Sometimes it might throw down a book, or some papers from her desk. Once she watched her mug slowly move, across the kitchen counter, as if being pushed, and shatter on the floor before she could catch it. She scolded the air quite harshly as she cleaned up the mess. It never happened again after that. (Or maybe it does happen, when she brings home a date or just some friend who happens to be a guy...)

Other than what she figured out were supposed to be some sort of pranks, or maybe just trying to get her attention, the thing was harmless. She starts talking to it, as if to another person. Just telling it about her day, complaining about that one coworker who just won't leave her alone and always finds reasons to scold her. Sometimes she might talk about the cute guy who came in at work and flirted with her - she doesn't see the shadow for the rest of the day. Huh, maybe she said something it didn't like, or it got upset when she turned off the TV.

And then it becomes clearer. In a literal sense, that is, it doesn't clear up her confusion at all.

As the weeks and months pass, the dark shadow starts to slowly resemble a human being. It's blurry, and she still can't catch a proper look at it, but she swears on her life it's starting to look more and more like a human man. A tall one, at that. Sure, it was tall before, towering behind her in her reflection before she blinks, but the more human it looks, the more its - his? - size shocks her, somehow. And not only is he tall, he's muscular, and looks almost as if he's wearing some sort of military gear. She swears she can sometimes see a glimpse of blood running down the side of his head and neck.

Weeks and months pass by. At least it's making her life more interesting, that's what she wanted, right? But the questions are endless in her mind. Who is he? Why is he following her, making himself at home in her apartment? Even more morbid questions, like how did he die, was it painful, was it quick, what does being dead feel like?

And she does try asking him sometimes, trying to get to know more about her new "roommate", but he never indulges her. Won't even tell her his name, although she's not sure if it's because he doesn't want to, or because he simply can't. (After she asks, in the bathroom of all places, a bar of soap falls onto the floor.)

And that's just how things go in her life now, apparently. Sometimes she thinks she might just have lost her mind, that she's imagining things. I mean, there's no way she's being haunted by some ghost, she doesn't even believe in that kind of stuff, or at the very least is a bit skeptical.

Not that she can keep denying the reality of it for long, it feels too real to be just a figment of her imagination. So she accepts it as a part of her life now. Not that she could do anything about it, anyway; she tried begging and pleading for him to just leave her alone in the beginning. He left her alone for all of two days before coming back.

Is she's gone from home for a long time, maybe visiting her family for the holidays or going on a little trip with a friend?

She'll come back to her flat, and to say the place is a mess is an understatement. Nothing seems to be broken, thankfully, but her clothes have been thrown onto the floor, same with any pens, papers and such that were on her desk, the candle in the living room has been knocked over. Brat, she thinks to herself as she spends the rest of the day cleaning it all up.

And then there's that one night. She wakes up and it's still dark and quiet outside. It takes a moment for her to realize in her half-asleep state that something's off, and even longer to realize just what it is.

The unmistakable weight of another human being lying behind her in the bed, their arm thrown over her waist, chest pressed up against her back.

The panic settles in slow. She doesn't dare turn around and look; this is just a dream, right? A nightmare, maybe. But it's cold, both the air around her and the person behind her.

She squeezes her eyes shut tight as she considers her next move. She could probably bolt, jump out of bed and run out. Grab her phone from the nightstand if she can, find help. She could try and fight them, but who knows if they're armed or not. Going back to sleep and pretending everything's fine is not an option.

So she chooses to do possible the dumbest thing she can in the moment. She's going to turn around, carefully, to see just who's in the bed with her. It takes her a moment to calm her breath and prepare to possibly run or fight the intruder.

She turns slowly, just in case the person is asleep and she can avoid waking them.

She turns, and there's no one there. The cold weight disappears into thin air, like it was never there. Her eyes close and she takes a deep breath, telling herself it was some fucked up dream that just felt too real. She has been stressed out lately, more so than usual, so it's not that out of the question that it would start affecting her in different ways. She promptly chooses to ignore the still cold to the touch indentation on the mattress beside her. It was just a dream, after all. Right?

Thank you for reading!🌷

[himbo-in-limbo]

“The newcomer”

Tw kidnapping, gore, violence, intimidation,death,Blood

Yautja!Raian x Y/N the servant! (Gender neutral reader) //Chapter 1// guess I’m making more than one 💀

You don't know what god you might have pissed off to wind up like this...but surely no punishment could have ever warranted this!

All of your life you were treated like scum of the universe...being dragged off one space ship to another. Oh the horrors you've witnessed...

At this point you've become so numb the only feelings you had left were fear...and even that was starting to slip away as you started embracing the thought of the afterlife...

I mean hey, it can't be worse than this right?

Well...I guess you spoke to soon as your current prison

I mean ship was under attack...again...but this time things were looking really bad.. so bad in fact everyone just dipped and decided to abandon ship

There were limited escape pods and seeing how desperate everyone was already fighting for the rights to one you instantly gave up the idea of landing a seat in one...

So you just crawled under your bed and decided to wait for death to come knocking on your door...

Well there was definitely loud knocking and crashing sounds now...ohh lots of screaming too...ohh this was way to much so you just covered your ears and prayed it'll all end soon...

Eventually things got real quite, all those insane noises you heard were replaced by blaring alarms that rang throughout the ship...

No mop could ever hope to clean the bloody mess that laid out before you... skinless body's hanging.. everywhere...organs strewn about...the halls were just filled with blood...it was a total gore fest...

You cupped your mouth to stop yourself from gagging...ough the smell...you were very cautious when making your way to the escape room.. however...it looked like nobody was even able to take one... everyone was dead... EVERYONE...

Not that you had any family to begin with here but...who could have killed them all?! And so damn fast!!!

[a deep growling could be heard]...oh you didn't want to turn around...and you wouldn't have had the chance to, because before you knew it

Something grabbed your neck from behind.

[you screamed in terror of the being that was lifting you with such ease] it's like you weighed nothing to them!! Their hold on you was firm, there was no hope in escaping. And they knew that.

The alien was massive... easily 7-8 feet tall..you could feel how high off the ground you were! It began to inspect you and it made you face him. His skin was as pale as the moon, but at the moment they were drenched in so much blood...you now know who was doing all of the killing.

They began to speak...[HAHAH!!.. Thinking you could escape from me?! Piglet?!] Tears began to swell up but aside from the initial jump scare...you didn't protest much...you just kinda accepted the fact that this is where it'd all end...

The alien began to tilt his head in confusion..[Hah? Your not squirming as much as the others were?... we'll aren't you a brave one 🖤] he began to click in curiosity...

"Yautja!Raian...stop messing with the ooman that isn't our target...these beings are fragile you know..[another alien spoke] this Yautja!Raian fellow growled in response [Feh...] He loosened his grip and you fell hard to the floor gasping for air...you hadn't realized how much you were struggling to breathe

[If there's nothing more for me to fight here then I'm leaving] the burly looking alien stomped away while you were left behind with the other one..

Keep in mind you have absolutely no idea what they were saying...the only thing you could make out was that they were arguing and some how you were chosen to be spared???...you still think you were being punished by a god somehow...

Well the next thing you knew you felt something hit the back of your head and you blacked out...

You slowly woke up to a padded floor...way more softer than your old cell

I mean room, and very quickly you realized something was different with your attire...

Your ears, your neck, your ankles...they all had... jewelry?! Oof the neck piece was a tad bit heavy...ohhh no it's not coming off...and neither was the rest...

As a matter of fact your entire wardrobe was changed!! You were dressed in a white gown [in however manner suits your style] you started to take things slow and analyze your surroundings..

Then you heard a voice..."your the new one aren't you?" You quickly turned around to see other humans next to you! "We didn't want to scare you so we waited until you saw us.." they appeared to have the same jewelry as you....

"don't bother trying to take these off.. their tracking collars to make sure we don't escape..."

Oh good lord...you saw that they were at least 10 other humans with you..and you immediately began to ask questions about anything and everything...

"Were being kept as servants...if you do as your told….there not so bad…but don’t take their lack of aggression for granted!!! If you try to fight them THEY CAN AND WILL KILL YOU!!”

“So if you care about living just do as your told!"

Well you weren't going to protest against that...not like you had much combat experience anyways...

"So is no one going to tell them who their new master will be?" ……..

Huh? Why did everyone go silent? Why did they look so scared all of a sudden?

eventually you’d soon find out why…

[cicutagreninja]

The Mysterious Stranger

This is a collaboration Megaman Classic fic between me and @skywing206 !!! (They made a bit of art and I got inspired XD) I’m hoping to upload the chapters as I write them :D

The Mysterious Stranger - Prologue

The case had started on April 12th, 20XX. Precisely at 2:39pm. It had been a quiet day, a strange loss of activity whatsoever. It had made for a good time to go to the library. I was sitting at my desk, leafing through ‘The Occult and the Unnatural’ thoughtfully.

There was a sort of warm, almost drowsiness in the room. The sun was leaking through the closed blinds, showing the dust particles floating serenely through the air. Some sort of slow rock song was quietly playing on the radio.

My older brother, Blues, was in the corner of the room, tinkering on some gadget or another, whistling the tune he always did. It was kind of his calling card. His cat Tango was curled in his lap, purring.

He was sitting in the soft chair with his legs propped on the a pile of books. There were stacks of books everywhere in the office, it didn’t help that I had brought home many more.

My dog, Rush, was asleep upon the small carpet by the door. Rush had been a present from my father for my 18th birthday. Well, as much as a birthday as a robot could have.

My father worked for the government as a industrial robotics inventor. My twin brother, Rock, was his assistant. I hadn’t seen them in a while. I never felt like going into the inventor business. This is where I belonged.

Anyways, back to the case. I was beginning to become drowsy. My eyelids fluttered. 'The Occult and The Unnatural' blurred in front of my eyes.

There was a sudden and very loud rapping on the door window. I was whipped out of my stupor by the noise, nearly falling off my chair. Rush jumped up and started barking furiously.

Blues, though, was up in a flash (Tango was thrown to the floor with a yipe). He opened the door, the lock clicking as it opened. Someone fell in through the frame, stumbling and barely catching himself.

“Ah- I’m so sorry-“ he got up, and shook himself off nervously. He was an odd kid, he looked barely 16. He had amber skin with reddish freckles, along with green eyes. He had a very large orange and white helmet that almost covered his face when he looked down.

He had a chest plate like armor piece- an orange that matched his helmet set with a green gem and patterned with reflective patches. He was obviously an industrial robot.

There was a brown leather bag slung over his shoulder. “I- I- uh-“ the boy stumbled over his own feet again.

“Whoa, kid, calm down!” I moved over and put my hands on his shoulders. He fixed me with a stressed stare, which lasted maybe a third of a second, until he shrugged my hands off quickly.

“Get offa me.” He huffed. “I..uhm…have a…case for you…?”

“Alright.” Blues said suddenly, stepping out of the shadows and making the boy jump. “What’s the job? Make it fast.” The boy gave Blues an uncomfortable look, then started rummaging through his bag.

“It’s my brothers- they’re…going missing.”

He laid fours pictures on my desk. The first was a small robot, red and yellow, almost shaped like a lighter. The second was a very large robot, blue, a huge turbine set into his chest. The next, also blue, an imposing figure, a shiny golden dome on his head.

The last, a green and blue bot, had a mask over his mouth and nose, and goggles. The boy shuffled his feet. He looked almost hysterical. I glanced at Blues, who glanced back, but only briefly.

“Okay, kid- what’s your name?” I questioned, grabbing a notebook and pen that was on my desk. “And can you give me the details of their disappearances?” Blues led the boy to the soft chair, where he sat, and seemed to calm down.

“W-well- everybody calls me Crash. Kinda been my nickname since I-I work in demolitions.” He paused. “My brothers have been going missing for uh- two weeks? They just keep going…” he motioned his last word with his hands. “Poof.” He tucked his legs to his chest. "I'm-I'm afraid for my other brothers…and myself."

The questioning stretched on for a while, the sun had sunk low beneath the horizon by the time they had finished. Crash had left, as he had lost a whole afternoon's worth of work. I stared at the notebook covered with hastily scrawled notes and the pictures of the missing bots.

My brain was fuzzy with fatigue, yet whirring in thought, both figuratively and literally!

“So, Roll. What’re we gonna do first?” Blues asked me, and I snapped out of my thoughts, lifting my head from the desk.

“Mmm…I have a bud down at the police station, we could go ask him about the missing bots.” I suggested. Blues paused.

“Is he cool?” Hm. Blues always asked that question. (He has serious trust issues.)

“Depends, he was built by Dad.” I said truthfully. Blues let out a tiny, breathy hiss to himself, looking away. I sighed. “I bet if you went down to the lab, and said-“

“It’s fine, let’s go to the police department.” Blues interjected, ducking down and grabbing Tango, whom he then held in his arms.

“Alright…” I said, getting up from my chair. Blues opened the door, and the cool night air prickled my olfactory sensors. It felt nice. It was the smell of things starting. Another case open. This would be a good one.

[allycat75]

I hope one day you can tell your story, Boston Dumb Fuck.

The weight of what you have been carrying is more than one being is meant to carry and it shows everywhere you look. You deserve to share your burden as part of your growth and healing. And when you do, may I suggest the book title:

Desperation, Lies, Hypocrisy and Nicotine: The Smell of a Decaying Soul and How I Faught To Recover It From the Clutches of Hollywood

Chapters could include:

I Hate Myself

Shushing My Way Into a Corner

White Privledge and the Illusion of Invincibility

A Monkey's Paw Sort of Situation

Training to Prepare for the Mental Gymnastics Championships

Dissociation 101- Dead Eyes With a 1000 Yard Stare and a Handler's Programing for Automation

Wear Your Masks, Boys and Girls

True Romance and a Sprint Through Central Park

All At Once I Knew I Was Not Magnificent- A Slight Breeze As Some of My Soul Begins Its Escape

Fake Jump Scares and Senior-wear Chic; alternative- A Revocation of Sexiest Man Alive

I Love Love So Much I Made It a Joke and Now Nothing Will Ever Be Special and I Ruined Every Holiday Forever

How To Shower on a Budget- Wash Your Body, Hair and Clothes with Pantine; alternative- When Your Team Has an Ulterior Motive, They Don't Put a Morality Clause or Success Metrics into the Contract

Private Planes, First Class Seats, Economy Class and Invisible Luggage

I Am No Feminist, I Am Not Righteous, I Am Not a Woke Political Avenger

I Am, However, An Alone Guy Whose Dog Is My Soulmate

But I'm Going To Be A Happy Idiot- Now I Feel the Heavy Weight of Missing Part of My Soul

So I Kinda, Sorta Married an Arrogant, Immature, Selfish, Vapid, Racist, Antisemetic, Fatshaming Clout Chaser and Now I Am One Too (So Much Better Than a Fuckboi, Right?)

Maybe I Can Hide in the Woods, Smoke Weed, Make Pottery and Gaze at Trees (Dissociation 102)- Subtitle: Did I Really Wear a Medical Mesh Tank for a Complicit Magazine's Photoshoot?

My Fans Are the Crazy and Jealous Ones; Too Bad They're Not Stupid to Believe the Lies and Peace-out'd on Me

Is It Live or Is It (Bad) Photoshop?

Education is Sexy and Geography is Fun

Waiting In a Poorly Lit Basement Room of The Flatiron Building at Christmas With a Deck of Cards and a Coloring Book For the Wifey, While the Real A-listers Have Fun Upstairs; alternative- How I Jeopardized the Marriage of a Good Friend and Why She (Rightfully So) Hates Me (And Who Else I Have Used For this Unsuccessful Farce)

Still Trying To Shove ASP As A Good Idea While Democracy Burns, Probably Because Jinx Doesn't Want Me

What Would It Be Like to Be Tracee Ellis Ross's Personal Trainer Instead of Me Right Now?

5 Or 7 Rings to Rule Them All (And None of Them Fit)

So The Soul Is Gone and I Feel Nothing But Fear in a Pit of Despair (Hint- Stop Digging Straight Down)

Loitering In Front of An Oscar Party to Be Dragged Incognito With the Fake Wifey While the Real A-listers Party Inside

I Got 2 Razzie Nominations and RDJ Got An Oscar- Guess I Know Who Won "Civil War"

I Turned My Back on Everything I Believed In and All I Got Was a Black Audi (I'm assuming they gave you a car as part of the new endorsement deal and you always seem to get them in black)

Promised More Challenging Roles; Instead Got to Play the Worst Version of Myself for Over Two Years Until All Good Parts Passed Me By; alternative- It's As If My Team is Corrupt and/or Incompetent and Either Had It Out For Me or Felt I Was an Expendable Pawn

How Do I Build Back an Authentic Life From Scratch When I'm Not Sure Who I Was To Begin With and Don't Know Who I Want To Be; alternative- Decide What to Be and Go Be It

and the rest is still unwritten...

[shevee-the-word-wielder]

Creature of Soul Matter: The Emotion in Heart

Chapter 4: The Forging Planet

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We stop next to a planet that's entirely scorched and has light yellow breaks and ripples all over it's crust.

"It feels… broken." Elfilin comments.

"That's because it is." Confirms Meta Knight, "A long time ago this planet was struck by some powerful spell, or so the legends say, that spell scorched, broke and corrupted the entire planet."

"Well, let's go!" Kirby yells as he launches the Warpstar down. I follow in close pursuit.

As we approach the land I can see a few structures, we land next to them.

"Hey Meta Knight, how'd you know how to find this place? And how'd you know it's a power spot?" Asks Dedede.

"Oh!" Meta must realize he forgot to explain some things. "My deepest apologies. My sword, Galaxia, was forged using multiple places, this was one of them. It said in some ancient texts that the Ancients forged many things in places like this. The abundance of magic made it quite a bit easier."

"I don't remember a place ever being mentioned that's like… this." I think aloud. "I guess this happened after my ordeal."

"The forging possibly, but apparently the event that caused this predates the ancients."

"Okay, that's all cool, but how did you find this?" Dedede questions again.

Meta Knight pulls out Galaxia, "It's always very slightly attracted to the nearest creation land. Kind of like a compass, a very weak compass that requires my help to point in the right direction."

"So kinda like that Energy Sphere?" I ask.

Meta Knight thinks for a moment. "Yes… but less obvious."

"Do we not remember the entire reason we came here?" Bandee demands.

"That's right! Where do we need to go to try this?" Dedede asks.

Meta Knight looks around, "we must go to the epicenter, where the magic originally connected with this planet." His eyes follow up and down the buildings. "So we go that way." He says, gesturing to the direction of the structures. "And everyone, don't use any magic, too much power will flow into it and the thing will destroy itself."

I get curious. Without asking, I open a vortex some distance away and watch as yellow streams of wisps start to flow into it. The vortex quickly loses all color and begins violently shaking, shooting sparks everywhere. It starts to spin horizontally and picks up more and more speed sending out pulses of energy. The frequency of the pulses speeds up rapidly before the entire thing explodes, sending a visible shockwave out.

Meta Knight slowly looks up at me, "Thank you for the demonstration." He says patronizingly.

"I… got curious…?" I say in a half excuse.

Meta Knight shakes his head, sighing.

"Alrighty then!" Dedede announces, clapping his hands. "We should get going!"

Meta Knight looks back down from me. "Let us."

Kirby continues to play around with everyone while we walk, Bandee especially, and Dedede and Meta Knight quietly talk to each other. Elfilin remains silent, slightly trailing behind everyone.

I slow down to go meet him, he seems lost in his own mind.

"Elfilin?" I bring him back.

He jumps a bit and but doesn't turn to me, "Y- yeah?"

"Something wrong about this place as well?"

"Oh absolutely, we really need to stop going to these places!"

I chuckle a bit then harden my gaze, "I don't know exactly what you went through, but you're still basically me. I feel a need to protect and help you. If anything comes up, please tell me."

He seems to loosen up a bit, "Got it."

Meta Knight stops us and we all look up to see a large spire with a plateaued top surrounded by the energy, giving the feel of a lake.

"We're here?" "We're here." Me and Meta Knight say in unison.

"What now?" Bandee asks while I chuckle to myself.

"Now we go up. I suppose there would normally be a bridge but we don't need that." Meta Knight flies over to Bandee and picks him up. "Come along!"

We land on the flat top and Meta Knight starts thinking to himself. "The reason this should work is because all the energy flows up to here, so, we need something that can open portals…" everyone turns to look at me.

"What? Didn't you see what happened last time I opened one?"

"Yes, but you can try to keep it stable. Elfilin might be able to help you with that. But when you first make it, all your goal should be is to bring Galacta Knight to us. And that should hopefully work." Meta Knight explains.

"Okay… I think I got it."

Meta Knight clasps his hands together. "Alright! Then let us begin. And remember you may need to brace yourself!"

I take a deep breath and look down at Elfilin, "you ready?"

"Probably not." He replies.

"Heh, same."

I focus all my mind on Galacta. All his overbearing protectiveness and will to help… and open a vortex.

Immediately trails of yellow wisp begin flowing from the surrounding area and quickly envelope the portal. It immediately after losses all color just like before and begins shooting out large bolts of power.

"Keep it stable you two!" Metaknight yells over to us.

I put my hands out and try to focus on the portal, Elfilin follows.

Powerful winds begin to pour out of the mass of energy and I strain to stay in place. More come, wave after wave of shock waves and winds become more frequent and powerful.

I put one foot out in front of the other.

I hear Kirby yell as he's blown away, and hear a Warpstar shortly after.

I sharply close my eyes in concentration and strain to keep to the ground.

I hear Bandee zip off, shortly after, a "hmp" from Dedede.

I open my eye to see Metaknight with Galaxia driven into the ground while he hangs on.

I suddenly feel a tug as Elfilin starts hanging from my horn.

A warm light starts to come from a portal, it's power slowly increasing. Elfilin is suddenly gone from my horns and the invisible weight of the portal becomes increasingly more.

The winds coming from the portal increase drastically and the color of the light fades to a deep red.

Another shock wave comes and I hear Meta Knight get blasted away as well.

A deep humming noise starts and the color fades completely; more sparks start shooting everywhere.

The humming abruptly stops, the winds also stop at that moment, everything becoming peaceful for a second. But the weight of the vortex crashes down on me.

I only hold up for a little.

The portal explodes, rocketing me out into space with ludicrous speeds.

I collide with a nearby large meteor and shatter it instantly, pain spiking through my back.

I see shards and dust of my unfortunate intercepter as I continue to aimlessly float in space. I notice the trail of energy left in my path, a faint yellow line rests unchanging.

When I look back at the planet, a small golden sparkle comes from it, it makes its way towards me.

Kirby and everyone else finally reach me, Elfilin and him immediately hoping off to try to attend to me.

"Are you okay?!" Elfilin asks.

I groan, stretching my back. "Yeah, mostly. I've been through worse, that's a certainty."

"But you're still hurt…"

"Elfilin's right, you still need help." Kirby's expression is worried, but his eyes tell me that "no" isn't an option. This little one seems to have been quick to trust and care for me.

I breath in, "Fine," I sigh "how do you wanna handle this?"

Elfilin flies Kirby back to the star and then hops on my head.

Kirby turns the Warpstar so that it's back is showing to me. Dedede gestures to the center of it, "Grab on, it doesn't bite."

The confusion probably shows in my face as I grab onto it with only my thumb, but even that takes up a large chunk of the space.

The star launches forward a bit, and I continue to hold on. Kirby looks back at me, "You're able to hold on good?"

I nod.

He then launches us off, and I have no clue where we're headed.

[sister-marshmallow]

Life Eternal

Chapter six: Pushover

Cardinal Copia x Original Female Character

AO3

Drunken nights and their more drunken consequences…

“Shiiit…I have the worst fucking hangover.” Dewdrop grumbles, clawed fingers scratching at his eyes through his mask.

“Dew, please don't talk, my head is pounding.” Cumulus rises from beneath him, wiggling her way out of the pile to get a bottle of water.

“What time is it?”

“Fuck, I don’t know man! Omega.” Dew nudges the larger ghoul who wakes up with a loud snort.

“What? Did nobody set an alarm?” He quickly rises, walking over to the desk where he left his phone.

“Pff, you think we thought of that!?” The fire ghoul laughs at himself.

Omega shakes his head. “You’re all idiots…” he turns on his phone, the screen illuminating his mask “shit! It’s 10:30!”

“WHAT!” Cumulus and Dew jump up, shaking all the ghouls around them to wake up.

“Avelina?” Omega questions, as the ghouls begin to rise he still hasn’t caught sight of me.

“I’m under here.” My voice comes out muffled. The large ghoul chuckles, dragging away the ghoul bodies to free me from my imprisonment. “It is good I no longer need to breathe.” I smile. The others move quickly around us, getting dressed, throwing papers and what look like crumpled metal cylinders everywhere.

“We are in such deep shit!” One ghoul screeches, his hands rapidly sorting through an assortment of badly organised papers. “Copia wanted the documents on his desk by 8! 8!”

“You’re all stupid.” Omega simply shakes his head again, brushing past them to give me a packet of blood.

“You’re only okay because you have babysitting duty! The rest of us still have to work.”

“Shut up, Dew. We don’t have time to argue.” Rain drags the short, angry ghoul out the door. The others quickly follow, slamming the door behind them.

Now it is just me and Omega alone once more. I settle into the corner of the room, plopping myself down on the blanket and tearing into the packet I hold.

I hum to myself in pleasure as the liquid quenches my throat, soothing the burning pain of thirst. It’s such an intense feeling, the blood, life’s essence… everytime I drink I feel different, it's an odd sensation. Though not the same as when I drank from the Cardinal. I could feel him, his thoughts, his history, all in the blood. Almost like blood is the very lives of people… Though I drank from Copia, I did not get a sense of his will, his morality, is he high strung? Is he a spiteful leader?

“Will they be punished? The others?” I ask Omega as he slumps down beside me.

“Probably not. Papa doesn’t make us do too much work. Copia won’t appreciate the tardiness but he’s too much of a pushover to shout at them.”

I nod. A ‘pushover’… as in he will not stand up for himself. This does appear to be the case, he allowed me to attack him, to feed from him, he didn’t even try to push me away. As I sank my teeth into his neck his only retort was meek whimpers. For a man that has been alive for centuries you would think he would’ve grown a spine…although perhaps he is just holding himself back? Does a man that has life eternal need to retaliate against every present threat, or is it more powerful to deceive and be perceived as weak to your peers?

“Still kinda freaky watching you drink that stuff.” Omega interrupts, staring at the drop of O+ dribbling down to my chin.

“Imagine how I feel.” I retort. Perhaps it is wrong of me to have become accustomed to drinking human blood so quickly, though I suppose everything I do is wrong now. Even the very fact I walk among the living is ‘wrong’.

“Not that I think it's gross or anything-” he quickly corrects himself after seeing my discomfort. “You just look too…innocent.”

The corners of my mouth curl up into a smile. Omega really is quite funny. After all I’ve done, people I have killed with my own teeth, he still thinks I appear innocent? “Well, looks can be deceiving. You for example appear to be extremely intimidating, you are in reality very kind.”

He huffs, straightening his back and crossing his arms. “I’m not that nice.” I raise my eyebrow, still smirking. “I’m not! I’m a ghoul. We’re… evil and shit.”

My lips quiver into a smile, my teeth baring as I fail to hold back a giggle at his statement. The ghoul lets out a laugh too, deep and muffled by his silver mask.

“I have never heard such eloquent words from you before.”

“Why thank you,” he jokes, bowing like a lord would to his lady.

He raises his head again and I smile at him. Although his smile is hidden I can see the crinkles at the corners of his eyes through the mask. It's an oxymoron, smiling related to those eyes. Like fire they glow… it's a wonder how people do not get lost searching though those amber orbs. Whips of flames encircle his pupils. I suppose eyes are the window to the soul, or lack thereof?

-“So…how do you feel about trying to walk through the hallway again today?” I quirk up at his question. “I don't want to keep you in the den, I don't think it’ll help.”

My eyes cast off towards the door. Going out there again so soon… have I gained anymore control? Then again how can I know unless I test myself. Omega is right, locking myself away isn’t how I will learn to live around people. “Yes, I feel a little anxious but with you beside me I know I can be stopped.”

Omega lets out a breath. “Don’t worry, I won’t leave you ever again.”

———————————

I find myself trembling as we walk the halls. They seem somehow even quieter than the last time we were up here, perhaps my outburst has scared the remainder of the occupants away? Omega strides strongly, just slightly ahead of me. Every few seconds he turns his head back to look at me, maybe he’s scared I’ll bolt as soon as I get the chance. I squint as we turn the corner, one of the long maroon drapes covering the windows is open allowing a crack of sunlight to spill into the corridor. I stop before it, watching how the ghoul walks through effortlessly, his body moving the dust which floats through the air. How badly I wish to feel the rays on my skin. Like a warm summer day in the village, work completed allowing me to rest in the midday sun. No worries or feckless thoughts, just warmth and joy.

“Are you coming?”

My daydream is broken once again. I shift my sorrowful gaze from the light to the ghoul, eyebrows creasing as I think of what to say.

“I… I cannot touch the sunlight… I burn.”

He stares for a second, his own eyes flitting to the window. “Oh. I’m sorry.” Is all he says before he reaches over to close the curtain. I step forward in the now dark hall, only taking a step before the door besides us bursts open.

The small ghoul stomps through, slamming the door behind him. Dew looks up to the taller ghoul in front of him, not noticing him a second ago. He lets out a sigh of relief. “Perfect timing. He wants to talk to fangs here.” He points towards me. Who? Ah well that explains it, the gleaming golden sign besides reads ‘Cardinal Copia’

“Does he have a death wish?” Omega retorts, scoffing.

“Maybe. But he’s the Cardinal so… gotta do what he says.” Dew shrugs, patting Omega on the shoulder before walking away. Omega shakes his head at the small ghoul before telling me to stay put while he speaks to Copia.

He knocks on the door, opening it up just a crack to be able to stick his head through. “You wanted to speak to Avelina?”

Copia, clearly not expecting the immediate intrusion, looks up in bewilderment. “Oh, yes-” he stumbles, dropping his quill and inadvertently spilling ink over his paper. “Uh.” He frantically tries to mop it up. “Omega, is it?” He chuckles nervously, Omega standing stoic as ever. “C-Could you ask her to come up?”

“She’s already here.”

“Oh.” The Cardinal sweeps the papers from his desk and into the bin, sitting down again he tries to smooth out his appearance.

“But I’m not letting her be in a room alone with you.”

“Ah well… that’s eh…understandable. So you will also be in the room?”

Omega grunts, resting against the frame of the door. “Yes. Unless you want to run the risk of being brunch?”

“…”

“Great.” He turns back. “Avelina, you can come in now.”

His face is less pale than the last time I saw him. It’s now flush with pink, even his pointed nose blushing as I step into the room. His blown eyes do not leave me as he moves to pull out a chair. I take my steps slowly, carefully. The thrumming of his heart is not well hidden by his rib cage, the sound makes me painfully aware of the blood that rushes through his veins, so irresistible, so rich…

“Please, sit, um…you uh-”

I take in a deep breath, lowering myself into the chair, my nails absentmindedly gripping at the arms. “I think I should begin by apologising.”

The Cardinal’s eyes widen more dramatically so, his white iris flashing at me like a beacon. His brows knit in confusion, as if the thought of what I'd done hadn’t even crossed his mind. “Please, there is no need. No hard feelings, eh?”

“Are you sure it is so easy to forgive?” I question, feeling as if he hides the truth of his feelings. “I could’ve killed you.”

He waves a hand, his sweaty brow wrinkling as he closes his eyes in conformation. “You didn’t mean it. I completely understand. I promise.”

“Well, thank you.” I sigh in disbelief. “Do…do you feel well?”

“Yes! I’m fine- perfectly recovered. And you- I- I cannot even imagine how this must be for you! Time has gone by so slowly for me but…to appear here from our time…”

“It is a little…overwhelming.” Like that thrumming, like the way his vein pulses on his neck…the small mark where I bled him…would it be so painful to open it again? Omega knocks me on the shoulder, taking me out of the trance and back to Copia’s rambles.

“I wish I could share this with you…I hope that you can- eh… confide in me- if you want! I’m not sure-”

“Nobody else could understand what happened.”

“Yes.” He begins, sorrowfully. “It was the most catastrophic plague in history.”

“Oh…how lucky of us to have been alive for the worst one.” I chuckle sadly.

“It was unfair, that our people had to live such short and scared lives, taken by a disease which is now easily curable.” He sighs, freezing when he notices the shock staining my face.

“Easily…curable… I- there is a cure?”

He nods slowly. “It won't happen again.”

The words leave his lips so easily. A cure for the pestilence…so easily sought out now. It is unfair. How could God allow a cure to be made yet spread the disease around the uninformed, slaughter us like cattle. My family- they could have been saved. I can’t help but feel stupid that I gave up the most divine thing I possessed, my soul, for something that now has a cure. Why was I forsaken to be born at such a time of suffering? At least… at least my parents died with dignity and their souls…

“Father-” My eyes lock with the pale man, my hands reaching out to grasp his. His body tenses yet he does not correct me. “Thank you for allowing my parents a holy death. Y-You couldn’t have done any more for them.” I bite back tears, the image of his praying to their weak bodies is still so near.

“Neither could you.” He smiles. “I know you stayed with them, cared for them. They prayed for you, asked me to pray for you.”

“Had you already decided by then?”

“To confide in the Dark One? Yes.” He looks down solemnly. “But-” he quickly lifts his gaze again. “-that didn’t mean I stopped caring- I…I made sure you were protected. I- I saw what happened to you.” He cringes at himself, thinking of the memory…what he had done…what I can never know.

“I…I didn’t even know what I had done.” I confess. “I- I didn’t mean to do this-” The tears spill over, rolling down my cheek, I try to hold back the sobs, my body shaking as the emotions come over me. Copia’s eyes search me, his hand still awkwardly in the grasp of mine. Omega grumbles about to move to comfort me before Copia’s fingers begin stroking my arm comfortingly.

“It’s okay, eh? Everything is okay.”

“I…I have no soul.”

“Neither do I.” He shrugs as if it is nothing at all. The tears stop now replaced with confusion and a slight hint of anger.

“Why did He allow you to be normal?”

Copia’s brow furrows, he retracts his hand from mine, head tilting as he looks at me. “I…am not normal? I can't die like normal people. I can't age. I can't grow old with someone. -B-But we should be thankful, ah!? Satanas blessed both of us. You most especially-”

“How can you say that!?” I snap, hand slamming down onto his desk. “He made me a monster!”

“A monster?” He shakes his head rapidly, hand grasping mine again. “No, no, no, bella ragazza, you- you’re His most special creation.” A shaking hand reaches up to wipe the tears from my face. “You are the purest thing he has.”

“Y-You think so?”

He blushes again, laughing awkwardly to himself. “I know so. He cares for you so much, that’s why he made you so special.”

I’ve never thought of it this way. Does the Cardinal really think I’m special? It's so kind of him to say, even if I don't quite believe it. Special? I don't think I ever wanted to be. Just to be a normal girl in a normal village having a loving and normal life…I can never have that now. Unique, monstrous, those are other words that could be used to describe me. He did not use those though, did he. Special and pure, he- well, he is sweet.

“I appreciate your kind words, Copia.” A smile lingers on my lips. His pink cheeks are sweet I suppose, he’s such an awkward yet sweet man, how cruel of me to have ever hurt him. Even unintentionally.

Omega picks up on Copia’s behaviour. He’s never seen the Cardinal act like this with any of the siblings in the church, it’s almost like he’s…flirting…

Ew.

Copia can’t help but stare into her eyes. Still just as blue as all those years ago. He could never forget the way she stared at him when they first met, they shone even under candle light, even more radiant now.

“Ah Cardinal!” A voice breaks through the silence, the large wooden door slamming open as the current Papa barges though. Copia immediately tenses, he lets go of me and smooths his Cassock with his hands. “I didn’t not know you had company.” He winks. “How are you, dolce?”

“I am feeling well, Papa.” I reply, sad to have my meeting with the Cardinal interrupted.

“It's okay, Papa. We were just leaving anyway, Avelina needs to study.” Omega taps me on the shoulder, signalling me to get up.

“Thanks Ghoul. And yes, Copia! I was going to ask you to do my tax returns. You know how it is, Papa has far too much on his plate.” He laughs obnoxiously before turning again to me, leaning against the desk. “Oh and bella, if you are in need of a snack anytime, I am happy to provide.” He winks. Copia grits his teeth, gloved hands clenching as he meets Omega’s gage. The ghoul quickly ushers me out of the room, closing the door quickly behind us.

“Are you okay?” Omega asks, crouching down to be at my eye level, dark hands holding either side of my face.

“Yes…I just…seeing him bought back those memories-”

“If you don't want to see him again-”

“No…I do. He is very kind…”

———————————

Omega was taken away by Papa this afternoon for ‘band practice’, he left me again with Cirrus and Cumulus with clear instructions that they help me to study and learn more about the church. It seems they do not take instructions in a literal sense. My books have been strewn across the cold stone floor as we now sit in a circle discussing…well…

“Papa’s album is so good, Avy! You need to hear it!” Cumulus raves. She’s definitely the more excitable of the two ghoulettes. Her passion for the church is unmatched but perhaps only in her perversion towards its leaders.

“I would love to, though I’m afraid my knowledge of music is very limited.”

“I think you might have a heart attack seeing Papa’s performance.” Cirrus adds. I doubt that, my heart no longer beats so I assume death won’t be granted to me from shock alone.

“Oh fuck, it makes me so horny.”

…horny?

“I mean, he can’t thrust in our faces like that and expect us to ignore it!”

“Excuse me, he does what?”

The ghoulette scoffs at me. “Don’t act so shocked, Avy. Sin is encouraged around here.” Cirrus nods in agreement. “And it’s Papa, everyone wants to fuck him. I’m sure you do.”

“I do not.” I bite back. What a vile accusation.

“Fair enough,” Cirrus laughs, “he’s not everyone’s type.”

“Yes he is! He’s our Papa!”

I’m not exactly sure what she sees in him. I suppose he comes across as charming but…arrogance was never attractive to me. Secondo seemed to think I was unaware of his brother's intentions, I may be from a long time ago but I am not stupid. Men have always had bad intentions.

“I do not really have a history of falling for men I’ve just met. Father was always trying to marry me off to some stranger.”

“So you never got married? What about a secret lover or something?” A secret lover? I think my Father would’ve killed me, or him… Not that I was ever too fond of the men in my village. They were either far too old or far too immature. I always found myself wanting more, maybe I was destined to end up alone.

I hum. “No, I’m afraid my life on Earth was free from romance.”

Cumulus gasps. “So you’re a virgin!?”

“Well, yes- ”

She jumps forward, almost planting herself in my lap. “We need to fix that! Who do we ask? Terzo would, maybe Secondo?”

Fix it? I don’t require fixing!? Is there something wrong now with not bedding the first person you run into? Omega walks into the room, slamming open the door before sneering at the two ghoulettes.

“Shut up Cumulus. Don’t taint her with your filth.” He takes my arm, dragging me away from Cumulus’ grasp.

“Or maybe Omega will fix it~”

He hisses at her before storming off with me in tow.

——————————————

It has been too long since Copia has settled down into his bed. His thoughts have been so frantic, so uncontainable that he finds himself night after night thrashing in a restless haze. Tonight though, sleep has washed over him, floating him away into the sea of dreams…

The sun shines down brightly today, masking the darkness of the pestilence which lurks so near. I walk down the trodden path, dirt caking itself to my shoes only to be wiped away by the lush grass. Passing fields of wheat and cattle, workers ploughing, women cooking, children playing…I hum to myself. The church is not far from here, perhaps another few moments, yet I find myself taking the scenic route, the one that passes the shepherd's house. There she sits as I round the corner, blonde tresses flowing in the wind. Golden, pure and bright. Her face turns towards me, pink lips and dusted cheeks, shining blue eyes- but-

Her eyes turn black, plush lips curving into an unnatural grin, sharp teeth piercing out. The sky goes dark, the village fading away and the water rushes past my feet. Again she is gone, now only an amorphous figure remains.

“I should have known I would have no dreams tonight.”

A dark chuckle reverberates through my mind. “I allow you too much rest.”

I laugh inwardly, I only wish rest was more than a fast acquaintance. In reality it has been…well a long time since I have been allowed to relax. Being Satan’s eternal servant does come with a surprising amount of paperwork.

“What is it that you need of me, my Lord?” I bow, feeling his grin through the air as I do so.

“My daughter,” he begins, “you have met her again now haven’t you?”

“Um, yes.” I reply meekly, knowing he can see inside my mind.

“I saw what she did to you.”

“She didn’t mean it-”

“Oh but it was brilliant!” Satanas laughs proudly, the very earth beneath me rumbling under his deep chuckle. “That's just what I wanted, that uncontrollable urge to consume. However, she still has not accepted this path. I want you to convince her, turn her to my side.”

Manipulate Avelina? No Copia, it is not manipulation. She ‘chose’ to sell her soul, didn’t she? Didn’t she…tell yourself that enough and you might begin to believe it… How can I get her to come to the Olde One’s side, she’s just scared and confused. She feels lost but she’s not- she’s not against anyone.

“I don’t believe she is against you per say, she-”

“Listen to what I say, Cardinal. I have great plans for you both but I need trust to put them into motion. See that it is done.”

[nofuturecomic]

Chapter 15 behind the scenes!!

As usual there will be spoilers for chapter 15 of No Future.

I kind of can't believe I managed to do 48 chapters of this (so far) that's almost 2300 pages x.x with an average of 4 - 5 panels a page, do you know how many times I have had to draw Andrew and company?? And I'm not even close to finished ._.

Anyway for this cover we got Lorelei, Lorelei is unfortunately a character that took a long time for me to be able to draw consistently x.x I'm really not sure why she gave me so much trouble but it was a problem for a while. Though I think I've got the hang of drawing them by now 40 chapters later (at least I hope)

Era explaining how gods can just casually erase themselves from photos while harassing Osiris.

I really need to go back and make Osiris's hair poofier in this scene, it was much more everywhere in the sketch but for whatever reason I toned it down in the finished version? I'm not sure why actually?? But I remember not really liking the end result of that panel and feeling like I could have done better after posting it. I was really feeling that 'erasing the image from existence' energy Osiris was feeling I guess.

Abaddon jump scaring Andrew again.

Andrew is truly a wordsmith.

This scene was a lot of fun to do, despite how tedious that balcony was to draw in every panel. At this point I was defiantly used to Era and Aeon's characters so they became far easier for me to work with both in concerns to writing and drawing. Working with them was very natural at this point so I think a lot of their scenes where they are together turn out better now than they did in earlier chapters.

I messed up on Lorelei's height trying to get the door frame in the panel so the visuals for the gag would work better. I tend to focus on one detail at a time instead of the whole picture x.x so I run into a lot of mistakes like this when going through pages. The consequences of being the only person working on a project I suppose.

"Andrew is smart" was a plot twist for readers just as much as it was for Era and Aeon.

Also this scene made a few readers think that Lorelei was into Osiris, she isn't, at least, not like that. She just got focused enough on what he wrote on the board to inquire about it, she's just like that. Unfortunately this does not apply very often for things that pop up in school so she some subjects she's in the below average version of the classes. She has learning disabilities, she mentions so later in the comic, but that doesn't make her incapable of learning, just things have to specifically interest her for her to want to learn about it.

This was kinda of a thing for me too, a lot of people I know think I'm smart, or must have done well in school because I just... remember the most random facts and can bring them up in a conversation, but then they are always really shocked to learn that actually, I did not do well in school and was often in the below average classes. There's a very specific stereotype of kids that are in those classes that is really unfair, and I generally wanted to give a more accurate example of some of the kids that do end up in classes like that.

I enjoy how completely unbothered Lorelei is with Era's comments and just works with them.

Era please.

Aeon please.

This chapter was fairly straight forward compared to other recent chapters, from beginning to end we remained in the same location despite the topics of conversation jumping from one things to another.

Sometimes comic chapters will jump around to all kinds of different scenes, and sometimes it'll just stick to one, both a great as long as your readers are still engaged I think. Just do whatever your story needs for you to tell it.

[complures-aspiceres-archived]

Yona & Soo-won mun scribbles

        I think most of us in the AkaYona fandom can agree that we have mixed feelings about Soo-won because, yeah, he’s doing good for the kingdom and he looks like a fuckin’ angel but...he did kill Yona’s father who just so happened to be the king at the time, ran her and Hak out of the castle by making it appear that he was going to kill Yona and...well basically destroyed Yona’s everything for a good minute.

( Putting everything after this under a cut because this unintentionally got MUCH longer than I planned. )

         But can we talk about their ‘relationship’ as the series, the manga anyway, has progressed? Yona isn’t this naive and vain princess anymore and Soo-won is just now getting to see that in the current placement of the manga. She’s struggled, she survives outside when she had known only the comfort of the palace and the doting of her father and servants. She’s learned and she’s even killed to protect her friends when king Il wouldn’t so much as let her touch a weapon.

        Yona finally leaves the hair ornament he gifted her for her birthday behind and honestly that was a huge step, but she still feels something for Soo-won, even if those feelings are a bit different. She can’t bring herself to hate him, and like Ik-su told her before, some love can’t be forgotten. Se can hate herself for feeling that way when she knows she SHOULD hate him and want revenge-- and I think she’s finally accepted that. ( As well as realizing her feelings for Hak and that he has been there since her childhood and has stayed with her, nearly dying several times, after the incident with Soo-won. )

        ....Now for what I first intended to write about is how Soo-won, in my opinion, viewed Yona growing up under the pretense of Kye-Sook letting it slip about his ‘misery’ ( or w/e the direct quote he used was ) when Hak asked why Soo-won had killed Yona’s father and questioned how he could do that to Yona, to them.

         You cannot tell me he didn’t care for Yona when they were growing up. You can’t. I believe Soo-won didn’t truly begin disliking King Il until his father ‘died’. I think this is where he began fighting with himself over hating the man who killed his father, who by all rights SHOULD have been crowned king, and his affection and loyalty towards Yona ( and Hak, I guess ). In canon, Soo-won is currently 18, potentially closer to 19 depending on how much time has actually passed- now it’s never actually stated at what age Yu-Hon ( Soo-won’s father ) died/was killed, but until further information is given, I believe it was likely just as Soo-won was entering his teenage stage. ( Anywhere from 10-13 IMO ). This is where he began planning and gathering people he could trust.

        We all have to remember that Soo-won didn’t actually WANT the throne, but it was his father’s last wish and Soo-won was able to see just how horribly King Il’s reign was affecting everyone as he grew older. Even Yona understands this as she travels and witnesses for herself. I believe Soo-won still loved Yona, to a degree, but also began to resent her for her sheltered-ness and lack of interest in a throne she was supposed to inherit. ( Along with every responsibility and scrap of knowledge she should have been cramming into her brain. ) He still adored her as his cousin and, potentially, tried to keep himself from seeing her as a woman. ( He did mention this in canon, so it is very possible he had romantic feelings for her. )

        It killed him inside to do what he did for many reasons. Il was a kind man, but he was very foolish in his endeavor, as well meant as it was, to rule a kingdom without violence. He already knew that neither Hak or Yona would be at his side when he became king, because if it were up to Il, he would never succeed it by allowing him to marry Yona-- something even Hak had expressed he wanted to happen. For years, he planned this out and had to remind himself every time he saw Yona or Hak that neither of them would be there. In the first episode/chapters Yona states that Soo-won hasn’t visited her in a while and that he doesn’t come as often anymore. I think it was to steel himself for his plan, so that he would not hesitate, by separating himself from them both while making final preparations.

        We’ll never ( probably ) know what he had intended for Yona, had she been asleep at the time of the murder like he had expected her to be-- but we can tell by the expression on his face when Tae-Jun comes to the palace the night before his coronation and tells her that Yona and Hal fell into the abyss that he had not truly wanted her to die.

        When he sees her again, after the ordeal with Yang Kum-ji in Awa, he protects her identity from his men and acknowledges that, “it’s only natural” that she wants to kill him when he stops her hand on his sword. At the beginning, he asks if this is a dream or if she is an illusion, but also makes the snide comment that she’s safe and sound because, even now, he’s ( hak ) risking his life to protect her. Remember, though Soo-won is unaware of this, this is AFTER she shot and killed Yang- Kum-ji. It’s in those few moments that he has her hidden under his cloak that you can tell how much Yona does not want to be near him, and in a way, how much he’s still underestimating her despite the fact that she is indeed alive and appears healthy. He gives the credit, fully, to Hak. When he tells her he cannot die yet and bids her goodbye, you can see all of the affection and sadness in his eyes as he looks at her before walking away. Yona bursts into tears and beings wailing until Hak finds her.

        Though she is seen several times by Soo-won after this, always with the company of the dragons, the next truly notable occurrence in my personal opinion is when Yona acts as an envoy for the Xing empire to avoid war between Xing and Kouka-- by discussing terms with Soo-won directly. This is also right after she sells the hair ornament as payment for information without a second thought. ( Also when she kisses Hak before heading off to try and stop the war from starting. )

        During chapter 138, when she briefly meets with Tae-Jun, he states the following;

“All this person ( Yona ) has done is earnestly try to protect her friends and the people right in front of her, and yet the people around her, in hope of doing something for her, stretch out their hands. Perhaps even the king has not realized this. Isn’t this a terribly formidable power?”

        Yona’s carriage is struck down and she meets Kye-Sook and speaks with him before Soo-won arrives, but he tries to say the she can’t possibly be there because, “Princess Yona feel to her death along with General Hak at the cliff of the northern mountain. She cannot possibly be here, much less able to begin negotiations about Xing kingdom.”

        She goes off about how war loom before him and yet he will not listen to the words of an emissary from the opposing kingdom. She asks if he killed her father to pull of schemes like this and Kye-Sook is visibly taken aback, mentally questioning himself if this is really princess Yona. This is when Soo-won and general Joo-Doh catch up and are both outwardly shocked to see Yona. Soo-won’s first question to her is the whereabouts of Hak, and when she tells him he is not there-- Soo-won is, again, visibly surprised. This is when I believe he truly starts to see and notice the change that has taken place in her absence at the palace.

        Soo-won tries to brush her off, but this is when she further accuses them of not listening and how they can resolve things without a war. She also states that she sees why Yu-Hon could never become king, and this is the first time we see something akin to anger mixed with shock on Soo-won’s face. Yona asks why they’re in such a hurry for, and that they should have a chat.

        Mentally, Soo-won asks himself why he’s just silently staring for-- that she has no cards to play and that there’s no time to waste...but he can’t look away or move.

        Kye-Sook tries to have their men capture her, as he realizes that the fire tribe can be made to act at her word, and he realizes this possesses a threat if she were to ever truly aim for Soo-won. After a few other events occur, Soo-won finally agrees to open a dialogue with the Xing kingdom.

         At this point, he’s beginning to realize that Yona is not his naive younger cousin who knew absolutely nothing about the world beyond the palace walls, and that she has been in almost ever town or kingdom that he has been to in order to resolve issues without him so much as realizing. As Yona rides off to convey his terms, his expression is complex as he seems to have all this knowledge suddenly placed in his lap. This is the moment, for me at least, that he truly starts seeing Yona for the first time after she was chased out of the castle-- truly understands the drive she has to help people and try to resolve conflict without violence and somehow manages to succeed where neither he or king Il seemed to be able.

        ( If you made it this far and actually read all of that I congratulate you because wow. )

[sopebubbles]

Chapter 3

At twenty-five weeks, your baby's nostrils have developed and can even smell.

<- master list ->

Chapter summary: the boys and Y/N return to filming Run BTS.

Warnings: I can't think for any, but everyone is kinda sad (you'll get used to it)

WC: 3.2k

In the end it was a good thing Jimin had gotten you the appointment at First Love. Not only were the facilities a maternity dream, with helpful and caring nurses, midwives, and doctors operating a pristine,  state of the art facility, but filming for the new season of Run BTS was on top of you and you would have found yourself in a mountain of trouble if you'd had to be out the following week. 

Jeongguk had long ago become accustomed to taking his schedule as it came. Seldom did he look beyond what time he had to be at work in the morning, which was just about the only thing that factored into how he spent his evening before. So he wasn't really thinking when he was packed into the van to take him to the filming location. His half awake mind emptied completely of thoughts when he saw you on the set with your obvious pregnancy bump. 

He'd only seen you a handful of times between when you'd slept together and when they'd left for tour a month later. He was completely unfazed every time you ran into each other and you did your best to act equally unbothered. He hadn't seen you at all since their return. And even though Jimin had accused him of being your baby daddy, he hadn't really thought about what it would be like to see you, or even what you would look like pregnant. He hadn't imagined at all to see the evidence of your night--really moments--together standing in front of him.

Jimin catches him staring at you across the way with his mouth hanging open and that zoned out expression on his face. He claps a hand on the younger man's shoulder. "Maybe you should go talk to her."

Jeongguk closes his mouth and swallows, recomposing his features into a calm, collected expression. "It's not mine," he says coolly and walks away to get dressed by the stylists. 

Jimin sighs at his younger member's back and looks again to where you're standing, hoping to catch your eye, but you're busy giving instructions to some crew that are still finishing setting up, so he follows the other members. Namjoon doesn't miss the distraction you've brought to the two men, but his clenched jaw goes unnoticed by everyone.

An hour later some of the guys are messing around while they wait to begin filming. Finishing touches are still being added, but it's okay because the stylist is still fretting over Yoongi's hair, which he insists is fine. It's all making the executive producer/director antsy, though. By all rights you should be directing this episode since the concept was your idea and you did all the work securing the location and made practically every decision down to what the boys were wearing. But it's been a long time now you've been used to not getting the credit or respect you've been due at work. Even before you were pregnant, you've always been the only female producer in the company and it always made you an easy target. 

"Y/N! Where's my coffee, damn it!" the director yells, causing many around him to jump, including the members who are nearby.

Jimin and Jin in particular turn to him at the call of your name and see you coming from some distance away, wobbling in your best attempt to rush him a cup of coffee, holding onto your belly with your other hand. Honestly, thank God there's a lid on it otherwise it would be sloshing everywhere. Just as you approach, Jin steps up to meet you and takes the cup from your hand. He takes a long sip right in front of the director. 

"That's good coffee, Y/N. Thank you," he says when he pulls the cup from his lips. Then he turns to the director. "PD-nim, last I checked Y/N was an assistant producer on the show, not an assistant. Her job isn't to fetch you coffee. And as you can see, she's clearly pregnant and shouldn't be running around as you bark orders at her. Please let Ms. Y/N sit, and treat your staff with some dignity so we can have a pleasant shoot," Jin says in a shockingly polite tone, as if he hasn't just told the older man off. The director grumbles something unintelligible and waves you off, calling for his actual assistant.

"Thank you, Mr. Kim," you say with your head bowed. "You didn't have to do that."

"It's the right thing, Y/N. Please don't ever let me see you run while you're pregnant ever again. You'll give me a heart attack," he whispers before turning away from you. As he does so he sees Jimin about to approach you and smoothly slides his arm Jimin's shoulders, turning him back around.

"Don't talk to her," Jin whispers.

Jimin's expression drops, but he gives in easily. "Thank you, hyung."

"I didn't do it for you. And I'm not agreeing with your theory. I did it because she is pregnant and she shouldn't be treated that way. Don't read too much into it," Jin says before he lets the younger man go and walks away drinking his coffee.

From where he's standing, Jeongguk can't help but wonder if he should have been the one to say something. He wonders if that baby really is his that you're carrying, if there's any chance that is not. And if it is, just what the hell is he supposed to do about it? 

When you open the door to your apartment to Jimin he's shocked to see just how tired you look. You'd taken your hair down from the tight bun you'd kept it in all day and removed your makeup before changing into a pair baggy sweats. You look like you could drop where you stand. Jimin wants nothing more than to wrap you up in a hug, but he knows you have a lot of boundaries and he doesn't want to push them right away so he just gives you a half smile and lifts the take out bag a little in a gesture of goodwill. 

"That's a lot of stairs to climb," Jimin comments as you stand aside to let him in.

"It's only a couple flights of steps, Jimin-ssi. It's not gonna kill anyone," you grumble, gesturing to your coffee table as he looks for a place to put the takeout since you have no kitchen table in your small apartment. It's a cozy place without being cluttered, but there isn't much space. It's just a small kitchen attached to the living room occupied mostly by your couch and coffee table with a flat screen mounted on the wall. There's a separate bedroom and bathroom in the back. You go to the kitchen to grab chopsticks while Jimin settles on the couch.

"You could fall down them one day and then where would we be?" Jimin replies loudly. 

"I'm not going to fall, Jimin." You can't help rolling your eyes, even though you know you feel a bit of fear each time you hold your belly with one hand and clutch tightly to the railing with the other while going down the steps.

"You can't tell me you don't worry about going up and down the stairs," Jimin says, looking at you doubtfully, as if he can read your mind.

You shrug as you sit beside him. "What do you want me to do, Jimin?"

"Move somewhere with a working elevator?" 

"Cmon the landlord swears he's getting it fixed next neverary." You smirk. 

"Really, Y/N. It's difficult for you now, imagine what it will be like when you have a newborn and your groceries." Jimin  chooses a container of noodles and begins to pick them up with his chopsticks.

"I know. But no elevator is keeping the rent low, and I'll be able to hold on for a little while on what I have saved if…"

Jimin raises his eyebrows at you as noodles hang from his mouth, asking you a question.

"If I lose my job. Which, after what Jin pulled today, looks more and more likely."

Jimin sucks the noodles into his mouth and frowns at you. "Y/N, your baby is important to some very wealthy people. You'll be provided for if the worst happens."

Your eyes water as you try to interpret what he means. "You can't take my baby from me."

"No, Y/N! I would never let anyone do that. I swear. I'm just saying. If nothing else, you and your baby could always move into my place." Jimin shrugs as if such a promise were nothing to him.

"We'll be fine," you mumble.

Jimin smirks to himself and settles into your couch. He knows you're in a delicate situation, but he likes that he's getting used to your resistance. "Why are you lonely then, Y/N?"

"I'm n-" you start but Jimin is already shaking his head at your denial. "I'm not lonely as much as I'm just…alone. And I'm kind of used to being alone." You shrug as you look into your dish, avoiding Jimin's eyes. 

"No boyfriend?"

You roll your eyes and scoff. "Obviously not."

"What about before?" His eyes glance down to your belly and back to your face to be met with a glare from you. "What? You're an attractive woman of marriageable age."

"I am not," you mumble, blood rising to your cheeks. Good god, it should be evident enough that you don't get much attention from men that merely being called attractive has you blushing. But he is Park Jimin after all. 

"Cmon, Y/N. You're pretty. Pretty enough for Jeongguk to go after." Jimin nudges you with his elbow, but he notices the way your expression falls at that.

"That was a matter of convenience, I'm sure."

It's a bit hard for Jimin to argue with that, truth be told, but he's heard Jeongguk himself comment on how pretty you are before. Jimin chooses not to press the issue though. "So no boyfriend then?"

"Not for a long time," you tell him after you swallow food you had nervously pushed into your mouth. "I used to have a boyfriend. We lived together for about a year. I thought we'd get married eventually. But he found someone else he'd rather be with," you explain, your voice falling away at the end. 

"And your family is not in Seoul?" Jimin graciously moves on from the subject. 

You shake your head. "I'm from Busan."

Jimin's face lights up at the mention of his hometown. "Did you think about going home when you found out?"

"I did. I wanted to, but my parents won't have me."

Jimin stares at you for a moment, not sure how to respond. "What do you mean?" He finally asked, unable to understand.

You sigh heavily. "When I found out, home was the first place I thought to go. I don't have any close friends really, and you guys were out of the country so I couldn't really confront-" you stop short of saying his name the way you always do, and it's never escaped Jimin's notice. "So I went home and I confided in my parents because I was…scared. But I wouldn't tell them who the father is, and they assumed I didn't know, for whatever reason. They told me to get rid of the child, that they would help me get rid of it. But I refused. And they said they wouldn't offer me any other help. If I had my baby, they wanted nothing to do with it or me."

Jimin gaped at you. "How could any parents be so cruel?"

You can only shake your head. "My parents and I have never seen eye to eye. They're successful business owners and they wanted me to follow in the family business, but I never wanted that. This is just the latest in a series of ways I've disappointed them in my life."

"No wonder you're lonely," Jimin breathes.

You shrug. "Like I said, I'm used to it." A silence hangs in the air between you before you add, "when I have mochi, I won't be alone anymore." Jimin looks at you sadly, but you don't notice as you focus on your food. "Why are you alone, Jimin?"

"I told you, everyone is busy doing their own thing these days," he says simply.

"Yeah. What's your thing?" You wonder as you chew. 

He huffs a humorless laugh. "I don't know. For years it's just been Bangtan. 24/7. Eat, sleep and breathe BTS, you know. Even when the others started their families it felt like we were together more than not. But they've really grown out into their own little spheres and it feels like there's less and less at the center. Sometimes it feels like it's just me." You can see his eyes far off in thought before he snaps back. "Not that I think I'm the center of BTS! it's just...I feel like I'm the only one waiting for them to come back."

"Do you think they will?"

"Of course they will. We're BTS. BTS is forever." His lips can't help forming a small pout and you nod. 

"So why aren't you out trying to find your own family? Create your own sphere?"

Jimin shakes his head. "It's just not that easy." 

"Fair enough." You lift your shoulders. "Why not go out and party with Jeongguk, hook up with girls?"

Jimin frowns. "A year or two ago I could have seen the appeal of that, but honestly it seems like such a waste of time. And there's only room for one party boy in this band. Besides, who would go pick him up when he's gone too far."

You both fall into your own thoughts as you continue eating. You can't quite escape the strangeness of Park Jimin sitting on your old tattered couch eating with you. But it isn't even so much that it's him. It would be strange to have anyone there. You can probably count on one hand the number of guests you've had in this apartment. You used to have friends back when you were in university, but most of them were people you met through your ex, and you lost contact with most of them when you two broke up. The fact was you'd always been a bit of a loner. Too shy or simply too focused on your goals to make many friends along the way. You used to get on alright with your colleagues before you got pregnant. Now your exclusively male coworkers avoid you like the plague, lest anyone make the assumption that they were the one responsible for your condition if they were seen being friendly with you. HYBE is a place full of rumors, after all. But as the weeks went on with Jimin being around you, you find there's nothing uncomfortable in his presence. He surprises you, and you're naturally defensive and independent, but your reactions don't actually spark from any displeasure with him. Jimin might be the most comforting person you've ever been around, even when he's just sitting there beside you. It's a wonder that he should find himself alone when so many would surely love to be with him. But maybe it's for the best that Jimin so obviously holds himself back. He's such a kind person you think he'd probably be easy to take advantage of. 

He knows that, and it's part of why he likes you so much. Knowing that you won't even make Jeongguk own up for what he is in fact responsible for, you'd never take advantage of anyone. And Jimin has to admit he does like you. When he first approached you, it was out of a genuinely good natured desire to help someone in need. Once he'd put together the pieces of your secret he knew he had to continue to help, especially if no one else would. But through your brief and random interactions, he has to admit that he finds your habits amusing, enjoys learning and anticipating your reactions, and just generally feels good when he's around you. Being around you felt like opening a window on his stale life. 

Maybe it's the fact that you feel the same way. Maybe you just don't want to think of him being lonely again after kindly sharing a meal with you. Or maybe it's you who isn't quite ready to return to the lonesome quiet of your apartment. Whatever the reason, you've barely thought it before an invitation to stay and watch a movie falls from your lips. "If you have the time," you add meekly. 

He does, and he stays. He insists that you sit and pick a movie while he cleans up. He takes your trash out to the garbage chute. You pick a goofy romantic comedy that you comfortably laugh your way through. Half way through the movie Jimin asks to use your bathroom and you direct him through your bedroom all the way to the back of the small apartment.

Jimin doesn't mean to judge, but he can't help wondering as he walks through your bedroom where you'll fit a crib or a changing table for baby mochi. He can see you don't have any of these things already, but he guesses it is still early. He can't imagine where you'll put any of the copious amounts of things Jin's babies seemed to have needed. How will you manage all by yourself? he wonders. 

When he makes his way back out to the living room, you've fallen asleep, adorable little snores falling from your gaping mouth. He has to slap a hand over his own mouth to keep in the fond giggle from bubbling past his plush lips. He walks back to your room and prepares your bed for you before he comes to pick up your body, still light enough for his strong muscles, and carries you to your room. It's a wonder you don't stir, but you were just that exhausted. Jimin tucks you in nice and snug before walking to your bedroom door.

"Thanks for dinner, Y/N," he smiles before he turns off the light. 

He only makes it as far as the coffee table to pick up his phone before he realizes he can't leave. Your apartment door only has a deadbolt, and even though you don't live in the worst neighborhood in Seoul, it's not the best one either. He'd never forgive himself if something happened to you because he left you vulnerable. It takes him half a second to decide on sleeping on your couch. He'll wake up early and leave before you wake up. Surely nothing bad will happen at 5 am. He settles himself on the couch and pulls the blanket you were snuggled into earlier over his body. Your scent is on it, and it gives him a warm feeling that rushes him to sleep.

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Dixons Next Door - Chapter 4

Introduction: Anna was a small town girl from Atlanta when she became the guardian of her two younger siblings. She was determined to keep them from the same abuse that she endured from her family, so she moved into a small beaten up house just outside the city in 2009. The new neighbors  next door - the Dixon brothers - were definitely trouble. She wanted to escape her past, not repeat her parents history with these redneck brothers. Matters only escalate when the news is talking about the possibility of some virus getting out and infecting people… Are Merle and Daryl just as bad as her past? How is she going to keep her brother and sister safe from this virus getting out? What did Anna get herself into?

Setting: Pre-apocalypse

Word Count: 6896

Series Warnings: Offensive language, mentions/suggestion of physical abuse, alcohol abuse, drug abuse, sexual themes, violence & death

Chapter Warnings: Alcohol consumption, drug use, offensive language, assault, violence, sensitive themes - potential trigger warning

A/N: I got a little carried away and made this an extra long chapter, but it’s a good one! There are some sensitive topics in it so this is a trigger warning - it’s nothing too bad but some people may not want to read it. 18+ You’ve been warned.

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I had been cleaning out the pool for the kids while they ate lunch the next time that I was interrupted by Merle. He came over with a beer and hand and stood nearby me, watching silently. I gave him a look but he made no comment, he just sipped on his beer. I sighed and continued skimming the bugs and leaves out of the pool. “Isn’t it a little early to be drinking?” I ask without looking back at him. He chuckles.

“Why ya cleanin it? Just gonna get dirty again?” He asks, ignoring your question. You roll your eyes and smack the skimmer on the ground to get the debris off of it.

“Why shower - just gonna get dirty again.” I remark sarcastically.

“Exactly.” Merle agrees, and I look up in momentary shock before catching the sarcastic smirk on his face. “Ew,” I mutter, tossing the skimmer to the side and throwing the chlorine in the pool.

“So what bar ya work at?” He asks, glancing into the pool for a moment before looking back at you. You want to lie, but there’s literally only two bars in this small town, so it’s not like it matters much.

“Happy Hour Tavern.” I respond, wiping my hands off on my shorts and crossing my arms. “Surprised I haven’t seen ya there yet.” Referring to the beer in his hand at two in the afternoon.

He smirks. “Ya wanna see me there?” He suggests, and I roll my eyes.

“Didn’t say that.”

“Don’t ya worry, sugar. I’ll stop by.” He assures me, and I know he probably will.

“Great,” I mutter, and he chuckles.

“Where ya kids at?” He asks.

“Inside eating.”

“Wanna make me somethin to eat, sugarlips?” He asks flirtatiously. I roll my eyes again and huff.

“My name is Anna, and no, I don’t really have the money to be feeding the neighborhood.” I respond.

“Ain’t the neighborhood, doll. Just a friend.” He winks.

“Oh, so we’re friends?” I ask, shifting my weight.

“Yeah sure. Ya seem to be cozying up to my brother and all, ‘course we’re friends.” He responds sarcastically. The grin is gone from his face and he seems more serious now.

“What?” I ask, baffled by what he means by ‘cozying up to his brother.’

“Don’t play dumb, sweetheart. I saw ya the other day. Got him doing shit for ya, too. Impressive.” He rolls his eyes and takes a large gulp of his beer. Suddenly, the mood shifts, and I feel uncomfortable. Is he angry at me for asking Daryl for help? He is so hard to read, everything was just fine - what happened?

“I needed help lifting a heavy ass box. He was there. Doesn’t mean I’m ‘cozying up to anyone.’” I respond sternly. I don’t like being accused of using people. Merle chuckles.

“Relax, darlin, I ain’t jealous.” He taunts, lifting a hand to shield his eyes and looking up at the sky. “Issa good huntin day, bet he’s goin out there soon. I’ll see ya around, sugarlips.” Merle says as he begins walking away from me, leaving me confused and startled. What the hell just happened?

I began getting texts from my father that same day. I wasn’t entirely surprised, but I knew he wouldn’t go to the cops.

1:04 - Bring back my fuckin kids

1:15 - U ungrateful bitch after all i done 4 u

2:06 - Ima have every1 lookin 4 u

2:10 - U best not let me find u

3:34 - Ima tell the pigs u kidnapped em

4:08 - Just wait til i find u

My brother even texted me a few times, too.

12:30 - Pa’s lookin 4 u. He’s mad

1:10 - U took them? Ur not they momma, u kidnapped em

2:30 - U best bring em back or u’ll regret it Anna

The texts continued on and off throughout the day but I ignored them. My prejudice, abusive family would not get the best of me. He was probably drunk and went to find us to pick a fight and finally noticed we were gone. I couldn’t help but worry about if he ever did manage to find us. We were only a half hour away, it wouldn’t be too hard. It was only a matter of how much he was determined to do so. He’s not a smart man, I doubt he could track us down very easily. Plus, everyone who knew him, hated him. No one who knew us would help him - they would know the kids were safer with me. I’d rather be poor than abused.

Eventually I left my phone on silent and tried to keep my thoughts occupied. I didn’t tell the kids, of course. The kids had been playing in their room for most of the day, having fun with the large box that my bed frame had come in, using it as some sort of rocket or something. So I let them be inside and sat on the front steps to think in peace. I looked up at the sky and willed myself not to cry. They did not deserve my tears. They didn’t even deserve a moment’s thought. I forced myself not to think about all that they had put me through in my childhood. The nights I spent crying myself to sleep on my mattress on the floor. The bruises and scars I hid at school. The lies I told to keep myself from being taken away - only so I could protect my siblings.

My eyes burned as I fought back the tears and I hid my face in my hands on my lap.

“C’mon, Anna. It’s over now.” I mutter to myself, trying to believe my own words. Anger boiled over inside of me at the thought of what my father might do if he found us and took the kids back. I would not let him. Even if it killed me - he would not ruin their lives like he did mine.

A crash of thunder made me jump, bringing me back to the present. I looked up just in time to see Merle approaching from the woods, resheathing a knife on his hip. I figured he was hunting, and that gave me an idea.

“Hey, Merle!” I call out, quickly wiping my face and jumping up to head over to him. He looks pleasantly surprised and stopped in his tracks, smirking as I approached him. “I have a question.”

“Whatcha want, sugar?” He drawls, wiping his hand on a rag from his pocket. I notice a bit of blood and then the bag over his shoulder, making me wince. I didn’t wanna know.

“I wanna get a gun. But I don’t know the first thing about them, and I kinda hoped you did?” I inform him, glancing behind me to make sure the kids hadn’t come out. He chuckles quietly and looks me up and down.

“Whatcha want with a gun?” He asks. I resist getting defensive, sure that he thinks a woman can’t handle one.

“To protect myself. Family problems, let’s leave it at that.” I inform him with a look. “Do you think you could help me?” I plead. I didn’t wanna go into town and get scammed into buying a crappy, overpriced gun. Merle looks at me for a long moment, looking up at the darkening sky before shrugging.

“Come with me.” He responds, nodding toward his house. I look at it then back to him, giving him a sharp look. “I’m serious, ya want me help or not?” He demands. I look back toward my house for a moment before sighing.

“I can’t be long.” I tell him, and he smirks, heading toward his porch. I hesitantly follow behind him, dreading entering his place. Considering the trash and overgrown grass outside, I had a feeling the inside was much worse. I stepped inside the house cautiously, keeping my eye on Merle as I did so. He seemed to be the only one here, which relieved me. If any of those men from the other night were, I would have left. Merle tosses the bag from his shoulder onto an old wooden table and heads down the hall toward a bedroom, leaving me alone. The floor is dirty, there’s an old, stained armed chair in front of a box TV, and there’s stuff scattered everywhere. The place smells a little weird too, but I resist complaining. Merle returns a moment later with a case in hand. “Here,” Merle opens the case and reveals a gun, holding it out to me. It’s a handgun, I know that much. I look up at him and he gives me an impatient look, so I hesitantly grab the gun. It’s heavier than it looks, and I make sure to keep my finger off the trigger. “Ya ever shot one?” He asks, smirking at me.

“Once or twice.” I mumble, having flashbacks to the one time my father tried teaching me how to shoot bottles in the backyard. It wasn’t a fond memory at all…

“Ya can have it, but it’ll cost ya.” He winks.

“How much?” I ask, and he chuckles.

“Ion want ya money,” He drawls, and I immediately frown, thinking I know what he is implying.

“I’m not doing that either,” I scowl, going to hand the gun back to him. He doesn’t take it, chuckling some more.

“Whatcha want a gun for anyway?” He asks. I didn’t want to get into it, but maybe this would be a way around having to do something for him for it. I let out a sigh and looked at the weapon in my hand for a long moment.

“My father,” I start, not meeting his eye. “He’s uh, well he’s a piece of shit basically. I took the kids from him in the middle of the night and got this place, never told anyone where we were going. If he comes around… Well, I’m gonna need this.” I finally look up and meet his eye, exhaling deeply. He looks at me for a long moment, his face expressionless. It’s quiet and I am surprised he doesn’t make any rude or sarcastic comments. He shrugs, placing the case down on the old table.

“Keep it.” He tells me, and I raise my brows at him.

“Really?” I clarify, confused why he changed his mind.

“Ya need it more than I do. Got plenty round here.” He mutters, waving his arm up in no general direction. “I know all about piece of shit fathers.” He continues, giving me a solemn look. “My pops was. You was right, yer gonna need that. So take it, before I change my mind.” He drawls, heading over to their fridge and grabbing a bottle of beer, kicking it shut behind him. I don’t argue, despite being shocked and confused.

“Thank you, Merle.” I give him a sincere smile for the first time, and turn the gun over in my hands to ensure the safety is on.

“Takes 9MM. It’s loaded.” He informs me, plopping into the beaten up chair by the TV and opening his beer, taking a large gulp. I nod slowly and shift my weight, feeling awkward holding the gun but trying not to let him know.

“Okay,” I respond, turning to head out the door as he turns the TV on. “Thanks again.” I holler before I head out the door into the humid air. The sky has gotten very dark with storm clouds and the wind picked up, so I jog across the lawn back to my house and tuck the gun into the back of my shorts, hiding it under my shirt before I walk inside. I don’t need the kids seeing this.

“Anna! Look what we did!” Colton calls out from the hallway with a big grin on his face. I smile back at him and walk down the hall to their room, letting out a dramatic gasp when I see the box colored on with a bunch of random colors. “It’s our rocket!” He exclaims excitedly, rejoining his sister inside the big box.

“Wow! It looks so good guys!” I exclaim, grinning as they go back to their playing. I watch them for a moment before remembering the gun and walking into my own room, placing the gun on the top shelf in the closet. This will have to do until I have more furniture and somewhere safe to keep it.

The texts kept coming throughout the rest of the night.

6:05 - ware tf r my kids

6:43 - dont make me hunt u down girl

7:16 - uv always been a cunt this is just like u

8:11 - wat r u gonna do when u get nocked up by some prick u dont have money 4 all dem kids

The string of insults and threats lasted most of the night, the only reason I kept looking at them was to make sure that they hadn’t found us somehow, or had any ideas. I would need a head start if they did. I’m not sure if I would be able to shoot my brother, but I know I could shoot my dad. He deserved it. After all he did to me, all he put us through. Even my dead beat mother didn’t deserve him. He was half the reason she’s as bad as she is. Apparently, my mother hadn’t started using drugs until after I was born. My father had escalated when he had his first daughter, and his true colors began to shine through. My mom used in order to live with herself, the guilt, his abuse. She even made sure to get clean each time she learned she was pregnant, but she always relapsed. She was a strong woman - I had to give her that. If nothing else, she was strong. But still a horrible mother. She should have taken us with her when she left.

But now it was my responsibility. I had to do what she couldn’t. I couldn’t help but think about my parents, my horrible family - as I stood in the doorway, watching them sleep. I may not be able to change what happened to me, but I would do anything it took to prevent it from happening to Bailey and Colton. If it comes down to it, I will kill my own father to ensure he never lays another hand on them.

Watching them sleep peacefully, side by side in their own brand new bed with clean sheets and a safe roof over their head - that made it all worth it.

Jessie and Beau came over at nine with beers and I set up a fire in the front yard. I had found this old firepit someone was throwing away on the side of the road the other night and I took it of course. I was excited for some relaxing adult time before my shift tonight. I hated my job, but I made good money there so far.

“What time you work tonight?” Jessie asks as she pops open a bottle of beer and hands it to me with a grin on her face.

“Eleven to three. At least it’ll go by fast.” I respond, taking a gulp. The alcohol burns as it goes down my throat and I let out a sigh, leaning back into the stairs. I hadn’t gotten around to getting chairs for the yard yet - an unnecessary expense I couldn’t afford just yet. Jessie sat beside me, a lemonade in hand instead of beer, given that she was pregnant, and Beau sat on the hood of his truck, rolling a joint. I always enjoyed nights like this - quiet, relaxing, worry free. Jessie had been the best friend I’d ever had, I’m glad we’re still so close.

“That man ever come back?” She asks, referring to a customer from a few nights ago. He had gotten too drunk and handsy, trying to get me to give him my number. He even waited until the bar closed for me and the manager had to call the cops to get him to leave so I could go home. That was the latest reason I hated my job that I’d only had for a few weeks.

“No. Hopefully he never comes back, I don’t wanna have to use what Merle gave me earlier on him.” I mutter, glancing behind me to make sure the kids hadn’t woken up.

“The neighbor?” Beau asks. I nod.

“What did he give you? Are yous like, talking now?” Jessie asks, leaning on her knees and giving me a worried look.

“No, it’s nothing like that. I wanted to look into getting… a gun, for protection. From Dad.” I explain in a quieter tone. “I figured someone like him would know a place, and he actually ended up giving me a handgun.” I continue, watching Jessie’s disapproving look and wide eyes. “I’ll be safe. I really need it. If Dad finds out where we are…” I trail off, taking a large sip of my beer and letting a huff out.

“Why’d he just give you a gun for free?” Beau asks, looking up from where he was rolling the joint on the hood.

“I dunno. At first he said it was gonna cost me, but then when I mentioned it was because of Dad, he let me just have it. Said he knew all about asshole fathers.” I shrugged. “Either way, works for me.”

“Just don’t let him use that against you. Who knows what he might try to pull, he reminds me of Mack.” Jessie rolls her eyes when she mentions my older brother, grimacing. She hates me as much as I do. He had tried to get with her a million times and it made him resentful, yelling and cursing at her. Which then resulted in Beau beating the shit out of him - which was a sight for sore eyes.

“Yeah, he’s a bit better than him though. From what I’ve seen, at least.” I shrug, taking another swig of my beer. “Dad’s been texting me most of the day, he texted me earlier too. The bullshit you’d expect - pretending to care I took the kids, threatening me.” I explain, handing my phone to Jessie to see the string of unanswered texts.

“I hate them,” She grumbles as she scrolls through the texts. “They won’t find you, don’t worry. They’re too stupid to figure it out.” I chuckle at her comment.

“Yeah, you’re right about that.” I giggle. Beau stands up and offers me the blunt, which I accept and take a long hit from. As I am doing so, I hear a man start laughing and sure enough, Merle and Daryl are standing at the bottom of their porch. I exhale the large puff of smoke and hand the blunt back to Beau, leaning on my knees and resisting the urge to cough.

“Damn girl, who knew ya could have a little fun!” Merle exclaims, walking across the lawn toward us. Daryl and I make eye contact for a short moment before he rolls his eyes and leans against the beat up railing, placing his crossbow on the porch stairs, seemingly waiting for his brother. I roll my eyes with a smirk at Merle’s comment. Ever since earlier, I’ve decided to cut him a little slack. If I was interpreting right, we had more in common than I thought - at least, regarding families.

“Yeah, sometimes.” I respond, offering my beer bottle to him, earning a surprised look from Jessie. I was trying to be nice to Merle to repay him for the gun, so he wouldn’t come collecting in another way. It was the least I could do for a free handgun and clip. Merle looks shocked for a short moment but smirks and takes the bottle from my hand, taking a large swig.

“Yous her family?” Merle asks, looking at Jessie. She hesitates for a moment before shaking her head.

“Friends.” She responds, readjusting her feet uncomfortably. I stand up and suddenly I’m aware of just how close Merle was to me. I am almost touching him as he leans against my railing, my bottle in his large hands, a smirk plastered across his face. He looks fairly attractive in the fire light and his seemingly clean-ish clothes. He’s wearing black cargo pants and a white T-shirt under a jacket, and I take notice of the knife holstered on his hip. “Going hunting?” I ask, taking a step away from him toward the fire and tossing another log in.

“Mhm,” He responds, taking another sip of my beer. “Wanna come with, sweetheart? Can show ya the ways.” He suggests flirtatiously.

“I actually know how to,” I smirk, stepping closer to him and grabbing the beer from his hand, taking a large sip while looking into his eyes. The alcohol and hit were starting to get to me - I was a bit of a lightweight nowadays, since I’ve lost weight and had less time to do this kind of stuff. Merle bites his bottom lip and holds the intense eye contact with me, taking the beer back when I hand it to him and I can feel his eyes on me as I retake my seat beside Jessie.

“Yer loss.” He shrugs, pretending to be indifferent.

“C’mon man!” Daryl shouts from their side of the lawn impatiently. I wish that he would come join us too - I wanna get to know him better.

“Ugh I’m comin! Get yer panties outta a bunch!” He shouts over his shoulder. Merle hands the beer back to me after one last gulp and heads off to rejoin Daryl, walking away into the dark woods.

“What was that all about?” Jessie demands when they are out of earsight. I shrug and set the beer down, not wanting to get anymore intoxicated, given that I still have work later.

“I dunno, gotta be nice. I kinda owe him.” I mumble, kicking at dirt. Truth be told, I found those brothers interesting. Mysterious and dangerous, but alluring. Yes, they were trouble, but I always ended up attracting trouble anyway.

“You better be careful.” Jessie warns me, and I nod.

The night went on peacefully and we all enjoyed talking over the fire and relaxing with the kids asleep. I left for work and Jessie stayed at my place while Beau went out with his friends after dropping me off. He was gonna pick me up after work too, since he was gonna be in the same general area.

My shift was going fine until about one, when I recognized a familiar face and my whole night went sour. The creepy man from the other night was back, and he had his eyes on me. He was with another man at a table instead of the bar, but he was very obviously watching me. I informed the manager on duty but it wasn’t the same man from the other night, so he didn’t know the extent of how creepy the man was. He only came up to the bar once, having his buddy order drinks while he watched me. I remained calm and didn’t even glance at him, handing the drinks to his friend and accepting the two dollar tip without a word.

It took about a half an hour to finish cleaning up after everyone was out of the bar and I was dreading heading outside. I had a feeling that the man would be waiting for me again, but the manager didn’t want me wasting hours and had to stay behind to finish up, so I had to go out alone. I hung up my apron at the door and sighed as I locked up behind myself, leaving the manager alone in the building to finish recounting the drawers. I had already stuffed my tip money into my purse and had my keys tucked between my fingers as I looked around cautiously for a sign of anyone. There were still people out, despite being a bit past three in the morning. Beau hadn’t answered my texts in the last half hour and Jessie was asleep, so I had to wait. Great. Across the street, I spotted a nice looking motorcycle across the street, but that was the only vehicle besides far down the road.

I started walking toward the street light by the corner to wait for Beau when I heard a male voice call out. “Hey! Bitch!” I grasped my keys tighter in my hand and turned my head, spotting the man and his buddy down the alleyway. They stood up from leaning on the wall and started heading my way, so I started walking faster, but then they started running.

“Help!” I hollered and started running across the street. The adrenaline kicked in in my body as fear took over and I ran as fast as I could down the opposite side of the street. They were close behind me and I tried to hop over a fence, but they caught up and threw me onto the ground before I could get all the way over. “Help! Please!” I screamed as loud as I could, trying to kick the men away from me. The main guy sat on top of my hip and shoved a hand over my mouth, smirking evilly down at me as his buddy started trying to lift me. I kicked and flailed as hard as I could but I couldn’t get away as they drug me across the ground into a back alley.

“Hey!” I heard a different male voice holler and then there was the sound of glass breaking. The main man let go of his hand over my mouth to look behind him and I took that opportunity to scream as loud as my lungs would let me, before the second guy punched me in the face. I swore I saw stars as my face throbbed, the two still pinning me, my head propped against the second guy’s chest where he held a knife to my throat.

“Get off her. Now.” A deep male voice demands. I can’t see with the main guy on top of me but I am grateful for whoever it is coming to my rescue. The men only chuckle evilly but then something happens and the second guy jumps away from me quickly, making me slam my head down on the concrete. I groan and my vision goes blurry with tears as the stinging in my head intensifies. “Help…” I mutter as I fight to stay conscious, my head throbbing. The cold, rocky concrete is painful against my cheek, but not as bad as the weight of the man or the stinging in my head.

I can finally see around the main guy and spot a man a few yards away, aiming something in our direction. It’s hard to see with my blurred vision and the darkness, but it looks like a weird sideways weapon. “Ay, man. Chill out. We was just having some fun, that’s all.” The second guy insists, holding his hands up a little. I try to wiggle away but the man on top of me grabs onto my throat and holds a knife toward me.

“Think I won’t? Get the hell outta here or I’ll kill her right here, right now.” The man growls. I stare at the sharp tip of the knife in my face, fearing this is where my life will end. What will happen to Bailey and Colton without me?

The next moment is a huge blur. One second, there is a knife in my face, and the next, the man falls off of me, screaming in pain on the ground beside me. I jump up off the ground as fast as I can and stumble away from them, running blindly in the direction of where I had seen the shadowy figure of the other man. I stumble and trip in the combination of darkness and the pain throughout my body, reaching out to the brick wall to catch myself from falling but someone else catches me and I start flailing and trying to get away, until I look up.

It’s Merle. He hoists me up from where I was half fallen on the ground onto my feet and puts a hand around my waist to keep me up against him. His face is serious and it’s the first time he hasn’t cracked any jokes to me. I’ve never been more relieved to see someone in my life. I reach up and hold onto his neck, trying to keep my balance. The man continues screaming and cursing and I look back, spotting Daryl holding up a crossbow. “Oh shit! Fuck!” The second man screams, running away and leaving his friend behind with an arrow in his ass. Daryl walks over to him and takes his knife, pressing a foot on the man’s back and yanking the arrow out from his asscheek. I turn and hide my face in Merle’s shirt, disgusted and terrified. The screaming continues and then I hear a second scream and a trash can get knocked over. When I look back again, the other man is laying on the ground toward the back of the alley, an arrow in his leg.

Daryl stalks over to him and rips the arrow from his leg as well, kicking the man in the face before heading back toward the first man. “Ya ever, ever - come back here again… I’ll kill ya.” Daryl growls at the main guy who had been stalking me. Daryl rejoins us and puts a hand on my back hesitantly, looking down at me. I’d never been this close to either of the brothers and yet, somehow, I felt safer now.

“T-thank you.” I mumble into Merle’s chest, holding onto him tight, too afraid to let go. Tears stained into his shirt but I couldn’t bring myself to care - I was shaking and biting back crying.

“C’mon,” Merle mumbles, grasping onto my tight and trying to turn me around. I held onto him tight and let them lead me away, not paying attention. I saw Daryl grab my purse and keys in the corner of my eye and noticed Merle was leading me to a motorcycle. “You take her back, little brother. I’ll meet ya there after I finish up here.” Merle lets go of me and I feel like I’m going to fall over from the pounding in my head, but Daryl grabs onto me before I can fall completely over.

“Damn,” Daryl mutters, grabbing me tight and I notice that we are face to face. He’s got me by my waist and my hands grasp onto his shirt collar. “Sorry…” I mumble, blinking away fresh tears. He doesn’t respond but he helps me onto the back of the motorcycle. “Hold onto this.” He takes my hand and places it on these handlebar things, and I do. I do my best to stay up straight while he attaches my purse and his crossbow onto the back of the motorcycle and then sits in front of me. I whip my head toward the alley when I hear more screaming, but Daryl starts the engine and revs the bike. “Hold onto me. Tight.” Daryl hollers over his shoulder, and I do so without hesitation. I wrap my arms tightly around his waist and lean my head against his shoulder, terrified to fall off. I’ve never been on a motorcycle before - if I had been in a normal state of mind, I would have objected. But at this point, I wanted to get home as fast as possible.

The motorcycle is fast and the wind blows past us. I keep my eyes closed and focus on holding onto Daryl, feeling lightheaded and scared of falling off. It’s a short ride and he has to help me off of the bike. Holding onto his rough hand made me feel anxious and insecure but I had to in order to keep upright. He led me inside his house, and I did not object, as I did not want the kids to see me or for me to wake them up. He leads me over to a beaten up couch and I hesitantly sit down, looking around cautiously. I didn’t know if anyone else was here, but it seemed we were alone. I held onto my own arms tightly and tried to focus on my breathing. “I should uh, check ya out.” Daryl mumbles, crouching down in front of me. He waits for me to respond in some way, so I nod and uncross my arms. He runs a hand up my bare leg and I force myself not to flinch. I’m not afraid of Daryl, but tonight’s events have me shaken up. “Stand up,” He says, offering me his hand to help me get up. He lifts up my shirt a little and I flinch when he touches my back. “Yer pretty scratched up.” He comments, removing his hand from my back. “Should put somethin on that, so it don’t get infected.” He stands up when I sit back down and walks away, presumably to grab something. I hold onto my head and wince in pain where there is a large bump already forming.

Daryl returns with a few items in hand. He gives me a package of peas and shrugs, not meeting my eye. “Don’t have ice packs.” He mumbles, kneeling in front of me. “Turn around.” He tells me, and I move so that he can get to my back, placing the ice on my head. He starts applying something cold to my back and I sit as still as I can, wincing at the pain from where I was drug across the concrete. “Yer shirt’s all torn.” He notes when he pulls it back down. “Lemme see yer head.” I remove the ice and he gently runs his fingers through my hair, eventually finding the lump and I jump in pain, tearing up. “Sorry,” He mutters. “How do you feel? Ya might have a concussion.” He says, and I groan.

“I can’t afford to have a concussion.” I mumble and lean back into the sofa, holding the ice against my head once more. Daryl places a gentle hand on my cheek, below my eye, where I was punched. I look into his eyes as he gently rubs his rough thumb over what is surely a black eye. “M’sorry this happened to ya.” He mutters, looking away.

“Thank you for saving me.” I respond quietly.

“Wish I’d been there sooner.” He grumbles, standing up and removing his vest, tossing it onto the seat. He is wearing a black button down shirt and black jeans, his hair is matted against his forehead - but he looks very attractive. I look down at my bare knees that are now scratched up and feel my eyes burning again.

“What were you doing there, anyway?” I ask, changing the subject.

“Merle wanted a drink. Said ya worked there, wanted to bother ya I’m sure.” I let out a small chuckle and he continues. “We were leavin to head back, but we heard ya yellin.” I nod and look down again, trying not to think about it. I should be used to this sort of thing by now, given what I went through as a child.

Before either of us can say anything more, the door opens and Merle steps in, wiping his hands off on a rag. I notice the faint red marks on his knuckles and wonder what he had been doing, but try not to think of that either. Whatever he did, I didn’t care. Those men deserved it.

“She good?” Merle asks his brother, looking over at me huddled on their sofa. Daryl nods and explains my injuries briefly to Merle, who huffs. “Lucky we were there, sugar.” He comments. I don’t respond, hugging myself and shivering a little. Daryl notices but Merle heads to the bathroom, probably to clean up. Daryl walks away but returns shortly with a shirt and sweatpants. “Here. Ya can change in my room.” He mutters, handing the clothes to me. I am shocked but I accept and stand up slowly, following him back to his room. He shuts the door behind himself and I stand there for a moment, surprised to be in his room. He’s a lot sweeter than he likes to come off, it seems. It’s a very standard room. Pretty messy, no decorations, basic sheets on the bed, old paint. He clearly doesn’t care much for the room, it seems like he probably only uses it to sleep. It’s not “homey.” I remove my now ruined shirt and skirt and throw the large T-shirt on and tie the sweatpants on tight so they will fit me. The shirt is baggy and I notice it smells like Daryl. I hadn’t known what he smelled like before today but now I recognize it. It kinda smells like the outdoors, like firewood or something. It’s a nice scent, though, and I find it comforting.

I open the door with my old clothes in hand and spot Daryl waiting down the hall, leant up against the wall. Merle comes out of the bathroom at the same time and we make awkward eye contact. “Look like a Darylina.” He comments with a chuckle, walking past me toward the kitchen. Daryl looks at me for a long moment, until I meet his eye, and then he drops his gaze to the floor. I slowly approach him and give him a forced, appreciative smile. “Thank you.” I tell him gratefully. He has been so kind to me tonight. Before today, I hadn’t barely spoken to him before and he was always standoffish and seemed to avoid talking to me. It was a weird change, but welcomed. If only the circumstances it occurred under were different…

“Want me to throw em away?” He asks, referring to my clothes in hand. I shrug and hand them to him. He tosses them into a trash can and Merle walks over to the chair by the TV, popping open and beer and kicking his feet up. He seemed so nonchalant about the whole situation, it was weird. “Oh shit,” I mutter, realizing Beau is probably worried, waiting for me. “Do you have my phone?” I ask Daryl.

“That’s what yer worried bout?” Merle speaks up.

“No, I had been waiting for my ride. He’s probably worried.” I explain, looking to Daryl, hoping he had grabbed it. Silently, he pulls my phone from his pocket and hands it to me. “Thank you.” I unlock it and find a million missed calls from both Beau and Jessie. He must have woken her up when I never showed up. “Shit.” I grumble. I hated worrying them, after all they do for me.

“Yer boyfriend?” Merle asks, gulping down some of his beer.

“No, my friend’s boyfriend.” I respond as I text both of them in a group message that I was okay and that I would explain.

“Why would yer friend’s man be pickin ya up at three in the mornin?” Merle asks with a wink.

“Ew, no. I’m not like that. He’s a good friend, she’s watching the kids for me at my house right now. I gotta go let them know I’m okay…” I trail off, then remember I’m in Daryl’s clothes. “Uh, I can go change and bring these back-” I start, but he shakes his head.

“Keep em.” He insists, and I feel bad, but don’t fight back. “Ya might have a concussion, so ya should have someone check up on ya when ya sleep tonight, and get it checked.” He explains.

“Doctor Daryl.” Merle jokes sarcastically, and his brother shoots him an evil eye.

“Thank you guys for helping me. I don’t know how I can repay you…” I trail off, refusing to think about the course of the night again.

“Don’t worry bout it, darlin.” Merle smirks.

“Couldn’t just leave ya there.” Daryl mutters awkwardly, shuffling his feet.

“Well, still. Thank you.” I repeat before heading toward the door. Daryl follows behind me, handing me my purse and keys, and I wave before walking out and heading back to my house slowly, careful not to trip. I look back and notice he is watching me and I feel my cheeks heat up, fumbling to get my key out and open my door. I notice Beau’s truck is here and when I open the door, the two of them are sitting on the sofa, waiting for me.

Jessie and Beau were furious when I told them what happened and I ended up crying on her shoulder, letting the emotions from the night settle in. Beau threatened to go back out looking for them but I told him what I suspected Merle did and he didn’t. Jessie helped me get cleaned up and settled into bed. She slept next to me in my bed that night and woke me up every two hours, in case I had a concussion. Beau slept on the couch and I had never felt more appreciative for anyone more than I did for them and Daryl in that very moment...

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[heyyyharry]

Tired of Me

(a blurb from the My Girl Series)

…in which Harry is too tired for sex and thinks Y/N is tired of him.

Warning: SMUT, daddy kink, mention of cockwarming.

AU: older!harry (4-year age gap), actor!harry, writer!y/n.

Word count: 2.6k

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Harry couldn’t get it up.

This had never happened before. He’d always been able to get it up no matter how knackered he’d been, and he’d always been proud of himself for his high sex drive. But now he was lying on his back, naked, with his half-hard dick resting on his thigh and his girl kneeling between his legs, staring at his manhood with a defeated expression on her face.

He’d apologised, feeling glad that the room was too dark for her to see him blushing, and offered to eat her out.

“It’s okay. You don’t have to,” she said and planted a soft kiss on his lips. “You’d just had a long flight. I should have let you rest.”

Then she threw the covers over their naked bodies and snuggled up against him. He didn’t feel relieved that she’d let him off without a fight. She’d been so horny and literally thrown herself at him the second he’d arrived at the front door. Why didn’t she just let him eat her out? He’d feel less guilty that way. Had his soft dick turned her off? Harry knew these thoughts were ridiculous, and yet, they kept him awake until early morning.

What if she was tired of him?

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“I’m tired of him.”

Those were the actual words from his girlfriend’s mouth.

She was on the phone with her best friend Celine. Harry hadn’t meant to eavesdrop; he’d only come downstairs to make himself a cup of coffee, and as he’d got to the kitchen door, he’d heard her say those words. Maybe he’d jumped into conclusion way too fast, but you couldn’t blame him for being insecure after last night. He’d meant to make it up to her this morning, giving her the most mind-blowing morning sex she’d ever had, but when he’d woken up with a hard dick, she’d already locked herself in the library to finish the chapter she’d been writing last night.

“I tried to help him; I really did, but he couldn’t do it. Yeah, I know I’m a bit harsh but I think he doesn’t have that in him anymore. I’m gonna give him one last chance. If it happens again, I’ll have to leave him.”

Harry gulped, hard.

His girl was going to break up with him because he could no longer satisfy her in bed. Could it be possible that she was talking about something else? No. He could not think of any other situation where those words would apply better than the situation last night. If he was going to lose her because of a half-hard dick, he would live with shame for the rest of his life (the lack of caffeine had made him a bit melodramatic).

However, she’d said she’d give him another chance, so it wasn’t over for them yet. If she was really bored with him, he could still turn this around.

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It was 11 PM. Y/N was writing in bed when she heard a loud thump downstairs like someone had knocked over a chair. She jolted and shot her eyes to the door.

“I’m okay!” Harry shouted.

She put a hand on her chest and sagged in relief.

Harry had attended a red carpet event tonight and stayed for the after-party. She hadn’t expected him to come home before midnight, but thank God, he had. Even with all those bodyguards escorting him everywhere he went, she would still get worried every time he stayed out until morning and was too drunk to answer his phone.

“Hey, babe,” she said as her boyfriend emerged from the doorway, leaning a shoulder against it and beaming drunkenly at her. “Did you have fun?”

“Uh-huh.” He nodded and careened toward the bed. She closed the laptop, knowing Harry always demanded her full attention when he was drunk. Most of the men she’d been with had been rough and aggressive and loud when they drank too much. Not Harry, though. Her Harry would become soft and emotional and clingy; she’d got enough videos of him being drunk that could make him the number one Twitter trend for a whole month. But of course, she kept them to herself and might leak them at his birthday party or their wedding reception, because she was a nice girlfriend.

Clumsy and disoriented, Harry collapsed almost on top of her. The smell of vodka wafted all around them as he buried his face into her neck and inhaled her scent as if she was air and he’d just been hauled up from underwater.

She was only wearing a tiny silk dress, no underwear, and she knew how it made him feel; when he flipped them over so she’d straddle his thighs, his hard cock was poking at her pussy.

He nosed along her jawline, causing all her hackles to erect as one of his large hands started palming her breast over the silk. “I’m so hard,” he murmured between wet kisses.

She didn’t protest when he pushed up her dress and closed his hot mouth around one of her nipples. He pressed a hand against her back and tongued at her breast like a puppy with his chew toy. She gasped, arching her back to encourage him.

With his eyelids fluttering and a nipple still in his mouth, he pleaded, “I want you so bad. Can you fuck me, please?”

His hands clutched her thighs and tried to move her against him. It felt good. She wasn’t going to lie and say that she didn’t want to pull down his pants and fuck him senseless. However, she would never fuck him when he was this drunk.

“I don’t want to fuck you if you’re not going to remember it in the morning,” she said sweetly. Harry pulled back and blinked at her. To her surprise, he didn’t even beg. His hands dropped down limply onto the bed as he tossed his head back, his eyes pinched shut. He exhaled sharply. “You don’t want to fuck me at all. You’re tired of me...”

The accusation made her flinch. She cupped his cheeks and tilted his head up. Her eyes locked with his bloodshot green. “Hey, what was that? Why did you say that?”

“Is it not true?” he huffed, his voice brittle as if he was on the verge of tears. “I couldn’t get hard last night, and now you don’t want to fuck me and I’m gonna lose you because my dick was not hard enough.”

“That’s absurd, Harry!” she cried out, trying to stifle a laugh. Drunk Harry was funny without trying.

He slowly shook his head, his expression serious. “You said that. I heard you.”

“I never said that.”

She didn’t know why she was arguing with him while he was too drunk to make sense of himself. But drunk or not, she couldn’t have him think she was tired of him for one time he couldn’t get it up.

“You did,” he said, assuredly. “You told Cece. I’m not...not mad at you for thinking it but you told Cece. Cece would laugh at me.”

“What?! I never—”

Then, it hit her.

She went stiff, her eyes widened. “Oooooh.”

She wasn’t sure if he looked hurt or angry or smug that he was right. Whatever that look on his face meant, it was as hilarious as him misunderstanding her phone call with Celine.

“I was talking about Cece’s brother,” she said, holding his cheeks. “He used to be friends with you in school, remember?” Harry nodded, his eyebrows slightly furrowed. “He was trying to get into the publishing industry. I agreed to help him by reading his stuff and giving constructive comments. He was good at first but then he thought he was too good and he started to give me attitudes. I tried to help but I got frustrated and I was thinking of leaving him to work it out on his own. It had nothing to do with you.”

“Oh…” Harry’s face dulled as realisation dawned on him. Now, he seemed sorry, and his voice suddenly lowered, “I wasn’t eavesdropping, by the way. I accidentally heard it.”

“Doesn’t matter.” She shook her head. “I would never tell Cece something so personal about you. I love you.”

“I’m sorry,” Harry pouted, his face red; she wasn’t sure he was bushing because he was embarrassed or because he was drunk. “I don’t know why I couldn’t get it up. I think I’m getting old, Bambi. That was only a beginning.”

“You’re only four years older than me! You’re so melodramatic.”

“Don’t laugh. It’s not funny!” he demanded, but she couldn’t stop now that she’d started. She was doubled over on top of him, hugging her stomach and shaking with violent laughter. “Stop it,” he whined, tugging at her dress. “My feelings are hurt.”

“Aww, baby, I’m sorry,” she pouted.

His breath caught as she rubbed his massive bulge with her hand, biting her lip while holding his gaze. He pulled her face down and locked his mouth to hers. She moaned into the needy kiss, loving the way his cock grew and twitched in her palm.

“Can I at least fuck you now to prove I can still get it?” he asked raspily.

She smirked. “The fact that you’re still hard despite your feelings being hurt is proof that you can still get it.” This time, he let out a chuckle. She continued stroking his erection over his trousers. “You don’t have to prove anything.”

“I still want to fuck you, though.”

“Well, I can suck your cock,” she said, slowly unbuttoning his shirt. “I haven’t had your cock in my mouth for so long. Kinda miss it.”

Harry’s lips parted with a dazed look on his face as she drew back and crawled down his body until her face was level with his large bulge. His hips bucked as she kissed it lightly and began to fumble with the zipper. She held his eye contact as she unzipped his pants and pulled it down to mid-thigh, revealing the tight black boxers he’d got on. Harry squirmed impatiently when she started palming him through them.

“Don’t fucking tease,” he gasped.

She whispered, “Sorry,” and arched her back so that her bum was higher and her dress slid down to her back; she was bare from her waist down. He pushed himself up to grab a handful of her arse. Her breath caught as he spanked her gently and squeezed the spot where it stung.

She was so wet that her thighs felt sticky, yet she told herself to keep her mind focused on him. She took the swollen tip of his cock into her mouth before sinking her head down, making a content sound in the back of her throat once she’d taken as much as she could. Harry’s airy chuckle turned into a moan when she met his eyes. He fisted her hair gently, his muscles bunched as his cock jerked in her mouth.

“You like it when I stuff your mouth full with my cock, don’t you?”

She hummed in response before bobbing her head, using her hand at the base where she couldn’t get into her mouth. Her other hand slipped down to stroke her clit. It didn’t feel as good as when Harry touched her, but she was so horny, anything that helped her release some tension would do.

Harry growled as he fucked lazily into her mouth, guiding her head up and down by her hair. “Don’t come yet...I want to play with you later.”

She shot him a glare through her wet lashes and moaned in frustration. Still, she obeyed and withdrew her other hand to place it on his thigh. His skin felt hot. Beads of sweat were rolling down from his chest to his abs. Her mouth continued going up and down his shaft, precome oozing out of his tip and she was drooling so much it’d gotten quite messy. From the way Harry was staring at her unblinkingly, she knew he was trying his best not to come at the sight. Her man loved a messy blow job. He’d come so hard the first time she’d let him shoot his cum all over her face and chest. She bet he was thinking about it now.

“Fuck,” he hissed, his nostrils flared. “You look so pretty with my cock in your mouth.”

She pulled off, breathless and started stroking him with both hands. “I love your cock, Daddy. You taste so good. Want your cum in my mouth.”

Harry groaned loudly and threw his head back into the pillow. His soft chants of her name almost got her off. As he arched his back off the bed and released into her mouth, she swallowed as much as she could, some of it dripping down her chin, and Harry continued coming as he muttered curses while watching her take all that he gave.

Once she’d sucked him clean and sat up, panting and wiping her mouth with the back of her hand, he seized her by the hips and dragged her back to his lap. He kissed her passionately, tasting himself on her swollen red lips. They only broke off so he could pull her dress over her head, and she grabbed his wrist and guided his fingers to her entrance.

“This is how tired I am of you, Harry,” she told him with a mischievous grin. His mouth fell open slightly, mimicking her expression when he pushed a finger into her wet cunt. Her fingers tightened around his wrist as he started fucking her with his hand. She held the back of his neck and started moving her hips.

“Look at you,” he said between gritted teeth. “Fucking yourself on Daddy’s finger. You wish it were my cock, don’t you?”

“Yes, Daddy…” She croaked and wrapped both arms around his neck, bringing their sweaty foreheads together and trying to keep her eyes open. He’d inserted another finger and was fucking her hard and fast. It felt mind-numbing good. She hadn’t been fucked for a week; she wouldn’t last long. When she was almost there, she knotted her hands in his curls and sobbed out his name. She was afraid he'd deny her orgasm, but drunk Harry was always the nicest. He told her to come all over him. She was shaking in his arm, panting into his neck as he fucked her through her release.

It wasn’t until she pried her eyes open to look up at her boyfriend that he slipped his fingers out of her and sucked them clean. He kissed her afterwards so she could taste herself on his tongue. She grinned, still shuddering with post-orgasm chills.

They stayed there for a while, glued together by their own sweat as he traced his fingers up and down her spine and pecked her hair once in a while.

“I’m not marrying you for your dick,” she said breathlessly.

He didn’t expect that, so he burst out laughing. “Thanks. My dick and I appreciate that.”

She arched an eyebrow at him, her cheek on his chest. “I guess you’re more sobered now, huh?”

“Hmmm.” His mouth curled. “Can we take a bath together?”

“We never just take a bath,” she reminded him. “And I’m too tired for more fucking.”

Harry let out a soft chuckle as he twirled a strand of her hair around his index finger. “We don’t have to fuck. Maybe cockwarming. I just need a reason to be inside you.”

She raised her head, amused. “You’re annoyingly horny and kinky when you’re drunk.”

“But you love me?” To her surprise, it sounded like a question.

“But I love you,” she confirmed, grabbed his face and kissed him again. “Don’t you ever doubt that.”