#usually with one liners that leave people speechless

[alligaytorswamp]

when your besties keep suggesting killing people who wronged you

[louisarmands]

The Dark Gift

Summary and Notes:

What happened when Louis left Daniel in the penthouse with Armand. Apologies if this is messy, I wrote it very quickly. Feedback is appreciated. I love these two so much.

Word Count: 1376

 Louis was gone, and Daniel was alone in the penthouse. Alone with Armand. The room suddenly seemed larger, more empty. The stark white walls loomed over him, cold and imposing. A prison. A coffin. A tomb. 

He quickly put out the flames on his laptop with a blanket, the smoke stinging at his eyes. He shoved the smoldering hunk of metal in his bag, eager to get out of there like he had been warned. Louis had threatened Armand and told him not to touch Daniel but Louis was gone now. And what could an old man with Parkinson’s do against a 500-year old vampire? Gathering the last of his things, Daniel turned the corner to the elevator. 

And there was Armand. Covered in dust from the walls cracking from the force of Louis’s anger, his face bruised and bleeding. His brown curls framed his face in a halo. Even battered, he looked like a renaissance painting, a vision of graceful beauty. But for once, he didn’t look composed. He looked… broken. But under the surface, under his glassy amber eyes, there was rage. He was shaking with it. 

Daniel thought he looked small. Almost childish. 

“You know what will happen if you hurt me. You heard Louis. So are you gonna let me leave or what?” Daniel remarked, playing up his usual sarcasm even though his heart was beating out of his chest. And he knew Armand could hear it. 

Armand smiled, but it didn’t reach his eyes. 

“Hurt you? Oh Daniel, I would never do that,” Armand replied, stepping closer to Daniel, a wild look in his eyes.  

“If I wanted to do that I would’ve done it already,” he said, cold and calculating. Armand the snake. Armand the one who hides, the one who sits back and lets things happen. Armand, who was looking at Daniel like he was prey.

“So what, you’re just fine with me ending your 77 year relationship? With me exposing all of your lies?” Daniel scoffed, in disbelief that he wasn’t a melted puddle of bones already. Then again, Armand never was one for action. 

“Was it you who ended it? When I am the one who drives people away again and again? Over and over? When I am the one who lies for self preservation?” He said quietly, his eyes never leaving Daniel’s. He didn’t blink. 

Daniel was shocked at his… self awareness. He didn’t think Armand was capable of that. 

Armand continued. 

“I love them more than they love me, and every time I realize that, I try to hurt them. I take everyone and everything away from them so they only have me. So they rely on me. I give them everything, and it still doesn’t work. It never does,” 

Armand was breathing heavily now, a strange instinct for a vampire with no need for oxygen. His voice was quiet, but he spoke with a sense of mania that made the hair on Daniel’s arm stand up. This was a vampire on the brink of an explosion. 

Armand went on, incensed now. 

“Tell me, Daniel, why do you think I do this to myself? Am I broken beyond repair? Am I worthless?” He hissed, his fangs showing now, his eyes shaking, pupils blown wide. Gone was the angelic, statuesque, mild-mannered companion to Louis. This was a vampire. This was a monster. 

The mask had finally come off. 

Daniel backed away, speechless for once in his life. There was no witty one-liner that would save him now. 

Armand lunged forward and sank his fangs into Daniel’s neck. 

Daniel gasped, the pain like two white hot daggers slicing through him, his vision turning black at the edges. But as soon as there was pain, there was ecstasy. 

Daniel remembered 1973, how Armand had lulled him into a dreamlike state, whispering to Daniel, telling him he would be nothing, and Daniel had succumbed to his powers, floating on the bliss, allowing himself to be slowly drained.

This was nothing like 1973.

This was better than every drug Daniel had ever tried. Every time he had shot up with heroin, multiplied one hundred times. Every time he had been coked out in some dingy basement with god knows who, in screaming color. He could taste the high, he could see it, smell it. He felt like he was hundreds of miles above the penthouse, floating, flying, going the speed of light. 

He didn’t know if it was seconds or minutes or hours later when Armand pulled away. The vampire had Daniel’s blood on him, on his mouth, on his shirt, his neck, glistening crimson on his brown skin. His eyes were fixed on Daniel, a blissful expression reflected in them.

 Daniel thought it was the most beautiful thing he had ever seen. 

And then Armand took his nail and sliced his wrist open. 

“Drink,” he ordered, offering it to Daniel. 

Daniel finally spoke, his voice coming out hoarse.

“What? No. What the fuck, Armand?” He protested, reeling from the proposal.

He had thought that perhaps Armand was just desperate to feel anything other than the pain of losing Louis, and in his pain, he fed on Daniel.

He was wrong. Armand wanted to turn him. Armand, who had never made a fledgling. Armand, who was repulsed by the idea.

“Drink,” Armand insisted, backing Daniel against the wall. He held his wrist up to Daniel’s mouth. He was pressed against Daniel, his face an inch away from the other man’s. 

“You wondered how I taste. Now you have a chance to find out,” he breathed, eyes darkening. 

“Dying of a disease that has no cure, and you would turn down immortal life? You would deny yourself that? I can give you what you want. I can give you eternity,” Armand whispered, his eyes flicking down to Daniel’s mouth, his own lips scarlet with Daniel’s blood. 

In the coming days, weeks, and years, Daniel would try and fail to remember why he had done it. Why he had given in and taken the dark gift. In that moment, there was nothing else. There was just him, his body slowly failing him, and Armand, a vengeful Lucifer who had fallen into his path. There was only Armand.

He bit down on the wrist. 

The blood gushed into his mouth, and he balked, the taste at first metallic and unpleasant.

“That’s it, Daniel.” Armand murmured, his other hand reaching out to stroke Daniel’s face. 

And then Daniel’s vision went black. He was still drinking, but it no longer tasted like blood. It tasted rich and sweet and powerful and he couldn’t get enough. 

Images flashed through his mind, images of Armand. Armand as a young boy, running through the streets. Running from something. Armand in a dimly lit room, surrounded by men who leered at him, saying something in a language he didn’t understand. Armand being used, over and over and over again. Armand crying, his body broken and bruised. Armand being turned by Marius. Armand in pain. Armand in Paris, with the coven. Armand with Lestat. Armand with Louis. Armand’s emotions crashed into him like a wave, the churning sea of five hundred years of memories drowning Daniel, making him gasp and choke on it. 

Daniel ripped himself away from Armand’s wrist, sickened by the images he had seen.

Armand stared at him, horrified. Daniel somehow instantly knew Armand was aware of everything his blood had shown Daniel. 

Daniel felt alive. Suddenly all of the aches and pains that came with old age were washed away. His eyesight was clear. His senses were heightened, the world around him suddenly in high definition. He opened his mouth, feeling his sharp fangs pierce his bottom lip. 

He was a vampire.

“Why?” Daniel whispered, aghast. 

“Why did you turn me? You said you never would. You said it repulsed you.”

Armands face crumpled. For the first time since Daniel had known him, he was crying, bloody tears streaming down his face. 

“I wanted… I wanted you to see me,” he said, his voice breaking. “I wanted you to see me as no one else has. Only you.” 

And then, faster than even Daniel could see with his new abilities, Armand was gone. 

TO BE CONTINUED…

[chauhee]

More Than Just a Tease pt. 2 - K. Sunwoo

Summary - You’re forced to face Sunwoo...

Genre - Angst

Warnings - Some cursing/Strong language, not proofread

A/N - There you go, I made a part 2. Let’s get this enemies to lovers !

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It was before class the next day. You had been staring at your bag for almost five minutes, arguing with yourself. You considered skipping class today, but you knew that would give Sunwoo too much satisfaction. 

After driving home last night, you walked into your dark, lonely apartment. You dropped your stuff on the living room couch, going straight for your bedroom. Without changing, you crawled into bed, defeated. You clutched your pillow tightly, trying hard not to let the tears spill from your eyes, but to no avail. You ended up crying yourself to sleep, all because of him.

You took a deep breath and grabbed your bag, leaving your apartment for class. The walk was calm, you tried to focus on the peaceful quiet around you. Mostly, you avoided thinking about what, or who, awaited you at your destination.

You watched the trees that had already begun to shed their leaves rustle in the cool wind, the same wind that brushed your skin gently, seeming to support you as you walked forward. 

You arrived at school all too soon. There was a large amount of people walking around, groups of friends speaking to each other, teachers headed to their classes, students seated, trying desperately to finish that assignment for their next class. To your surprise, Sunwoo was seated at the entrance of your building, looking around. It seemed like he had been waiting for you.

When he spotted you, his mouth curled up into a wide smile. He put his phone away in his back pocket, standing to meet you at the base of the stairs. It irritated you how friendly he was acting after what happened last night. But you weren’t about to entertain him by acting like it bothered you. You swallowed your emotions as he joined you in walking inside the building.

“Hey, Y/N!” He matched your pace beside you, fixing the strap of his backpack on his right shoulder. “How was your night~?”

“Fine.” You answered calmly.

“Hmm? Nothing interesting happened?” He was trying to get you to talk about what happened, but you weren’t budging. “What’s up with you? Did it really bother you that much?”

“What?” You said as you neared the chemistry class. You kept your expression as nonchalant as possible. He seemed pretty confused by your composure.

“You’re really not going to talk about what happened last night?” His expression was serious now. He sat down beside you on the lab table.

“I’m not sure what you’re talking about.” You avoided his gaze as you took out your supplies. You heard him laugh beside you.

“It must have bothered you a lot, since you won’t even talk about it.”

“I didn’t even go,” You lied. “I just assumed you were going to trick me, so I texted you to confirm my suspicions. You’re not as smart as you think.”

That left him speechless. He almost shrunk into himself, knitting his eyebrows before pulling out his supplies as well. Your professor began the lesson shortly after, giving you guys another paper assignment to be done in pairs with your lab partner. You didn’t even bother to talk to Sunwoo. You simply began the assignment on your own, hoping that it wouldn’t be too difficult.

“Y/N...” He said quietly from beside you. “We need to work together.”

“I can do it myself,” You said without looking up from your paper.

“But...” He paused, “I can’t.”

“Too bad.”

At the end of class, your professor stood in front of the classroom. “I will need you guys to finish this assignment for homework. Next class we will be doing a titration lab and you will need to use those calculations to complete it. Oh! and one last thing: Please make sure you and your partner have the same answers, I will be grading for teamwork as well.”

“Shit.” You said under your breath. You had already gotten halfway through the packed on your own. You knew you couldn’t get out of studying with Sunwoo after school.

“Looks like we have to work together,” Sunwoo said to you as you gathered your things.

You stood up tall, looking down at him. “If you want to get it done, you will have to come to my apartment this afternoon. Don’t even think of pulling anything because I’m not afraid to make us both fail.” 

You walked out of the classroom before he could argue with you.

It was 6:00 PM, Sunwoo would be at your apartment any minute now. You waited with your things already spread out on the living room table. You had a plan to get him out of your house as soon as possible. You would only need to get him to focus on the assignment, which was, evidently, the hardest part. 

You heard a knock at your door. Preparing yourself for the worst, you stood up, walking to your front door slowly. You looked through the hole in the door before opening it, making sure it was Sunwoo, and only Sunwoo. When it turned out to just be him, you opened the door.

“Hey.” He said softly. He didn’t seem to be as playful anymore. He looked a bit tired, actually. “Can I come in?”

You realized you hadn’t moved out of the way to let him in. Opening the door wider and stepping to the side, you watched him as he walked into your apartment. He seemed to be surveying the place, considering the furniture and how clean it was. He saw where you put your stuff and walked towards the living room. 

“Do you want something to drink or eat?” You asked to be polite.

He shook his head. “No, I’m okay.” 

He was acting so different than usual. In public, he was confident, easily able to pull a one-liner on you. He was also able to ruin your day with one simple comment. But here in your apartment, he seemed calm. You almost forgot how much of an asshole he was being yesterday.

“We should get started, then,” You motioned for him to sit down beside you at the table. He pulled out his packet, leaving it on the first page.

“How far did you get? We need to have the same answers.” He said to you. You passed him your packet for him to compare his answers to yours. As you watched him do that, you realized how handsome he looked. His hair was a bit messy from the walk over, but in a way that was extremely attractive. He was dressed nicely, too, and you could smell his cologne. 

He noticed you looking at him and glanced over at you, trying to catch you in the act. You looked down at your packet, trying to play it off, but he already saw you. You were expecting him to tease you about it, but he just returned back to the packet, cheeks burning a bit red. 

“Why are you so mean to me?” You said suddenly. 

He looked up at you, suddenly his eyes looked sweet, almost like puppy dog eyes. He put the packet down on the table.

“I know you think it’s playful, but it really hurts my feelings, Sunwoo.” You looked down, wiping your hands on your jeans.

“I...” He begins, not able to get his thoughts in order fast enough. “You make me nervous.”

“Nervous?” You look back at him.

“Yeah, I mean...” He bites his lip nervously and looks back up at you. “I like you.”

Your heart began to beat incredibly fast. You tried to push down your own feelings for him. “You can’t treat me like that if you like me.” You were obviously blushing.

“I know.” He looked down at his hands. He didn’t seem to have an excuse at this point. 

You thought it was probably a stupid move, but you moved closer to him. You placed your hand on his chin, moving it towards you for him to look at you. He seemed shocked by your actions, but he didn’t move away from your touch.

“I shouldn’t, but I like you too...” At your words, his eyes went down to your lips, and his hand grabbed yours that was on his face. 

He leaned forward, and kissed you.

[ellewritesathing]

Ten Things    VII

Summary: If there’s one thing you have to know about Harvey Kinkle, it’s that he rarely thinks things through. So when he meets (and falls for) Sabrina Spellman on his first day of Baxter High and finds out that she can’t date anyone until her tempestuous sister does, it seems like the obvious solution is to get someone to date her so he can go out with Sabrina. A not so obvious choice for the challenge is Caliban, but, hey, it’s not like Harvey thought that far.

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Word-count: 3k+

A/N: before you read, i would just like to say, from the bottom of my heart, yikes 💕

For the most part, you rejected cultural, social, and gender norms - being raised by Zelda and growing up with Ambrose had pretty much insured your rebellious streak - but there was a part of you that had always wanted to go to prom. 

It was cheesy and lame, and a huge part of you still hated school dances thanks to Nick, but there was always a small, tiny part of you that craved the experience. You wanted to buy a tacky dress that you’d never wear again, dance with a high school sweetheart that would feature in all your stories, and just - for one night - be like everyone else. 

Now that you were sitting in the parking lot in a tacky dress you'd never wear again and staring at your reflection in the rearview mirror while you waited for your high school sweetheart, you were starting to have your doubts. 

Sure, Sabrina had helped you pick out a dress, Ambrose had done your makeup, and Hilda had twisted your hair into a style that made it seem far less unruly than it usually was, but that didn't change who you were underneath it all. You looked as close to perfect as you’d ever been on the surface, but underneath you just weren't sure if people like you got to be like everyone else. 

“Hey.” Sabrina reached over and touched your arm lightly. She looked as perfect as she always did, somehow more so with the annoyingly kind smile on her face. People like Sabrina were built to go to prom. “You okay?”

“Yeah, I’m fine,” you lied with a smile. You twisted the bracelet that was just too big for your wrist. “Just wondering how Ambrose is coping with the tragic loss of his prom date.” 

Sabrina laughed, leaning back in her chair and tilting her head up to the roof. “I’m sure he’ll find some way to go on.” 

You gave her another smile and then the car fell into a familiar silence. It was slightly different than usual though. Ordinarily, it was because neither of you had anything to say; tonight, it was because you had too much to say. Anticipation and nervousness hung in the air. 

You looked up from your bracelet to find Sabrina watching Nick go into the school. With a sigh, you asked, “Did he ever tell you that we dated?” 

“What? No way!” Sabrina spun around to see if you were joking. Her surprise crushed any nervousness in the car. Her wide eyes narrowed as she took you in. “But you hate him.” 

“I didn’t always. I mean, he was so totally dreamy and, like, did you know he does modeling on the weekends?” Laughing off your impersonation of Sabrina’s cronies, you shook your head and picked at the details on your dress. “He was different back then. I was still figuring things out. We just kind of … made sense at the time.” 

“What happened?” Sabrina asked, concern taking over in the absence of surprise and suspicion. 

“Homecoming. He didn’t really respect that I wanted to take things slowly,” you said evenly. “It ended in this huge fight and he threatened to tell people we slept together anyway. I told him if he ever did that, I’d tell everyone that he made me wear his mother’s clothes first and that those swimsuit photos were, uh, very heavily edited.” 

Sabrina laughed and leaned back in her chair again. “Wow, you and Nick …” She let out a long breath and shook her head. Then she frowned and shuddered. “Gross.” 

It was your turn to laugh and sink into your chair. You grabbed hold of Sabrina’s hand and looked over at her. “Yeah, it is pretty gross.” 

The two of you were quiet again and anxiety filled up the space between you. Neither of you had ever been in this position before. Neither of you had ever been speechless before.

“Are you nervous?” Sabrina asked quietly. It felt like the slightest noise would shatter the air you breathed.

“A little,” you confessed. Light from one of the lamposts filtered through the windshield and hit your intertwined hands. It was hard to believe, when the two of you sat like this, that you hated one another six months ago. “I really like him, Brina.” 

“Me too.” 

“I keep feeling like I’m gonna mess it all up somehow.” 

“Me too.” 

You turned your head to look at her, maybe to tell her that she was crazy if she thought she could mess anything up or maybe to tell her to say something longer than two words, but you didn't get the chance to say anything or confess any more secrets.  

Caliban and Harvey knocked on yours and Sabrina’s windows with three quick blows and the two of you sprang apart. You cursed them out with some very descriptive and lengthy profanities, but unlocked the doors for them anyway. 

Instead of yelling, Sabrina laughed, stumbled out, and wrapped Harvey in a clumsy hug. 

While you were marveling at how easy it was for her to be, Caliban opened your door. He hung in the frame, the smell of ocean-scented shampoo and reckless ambition filled your lungs and washed away your anxieties. “You look lovely,” he said with a quiet smile. 

How you responded would define your night. Could you be like everyone else for a night or were you simply not built for that kind of easy lightness?

Deciding to leave the anger in the car for the night, you gave him a playful smile and tugged on the edges of his jacket. “You’re not so bad yourself, Sparky.” 

Before Caliban had the chance to respond, you smoothed your hand along his jacket and settled your fingers lightly on his neck. Your other hand held onto his shirt as you pressed a kiss to his lips. 

"I should get dressed up more often," Caliban murmured when you pulled away. You gave him another smile and he stepped back and held a hand out to help you out of the car. 

The two of you made your way into the school without a single witty one-liner escaping either of your lips. 

--- 

Harvey had heard of people who got quiet when they were nervous and about how, even when they felt like they were going to explode, they appeared cool and calm to the untrained eye. Unfortunately, he realized he would never be one of them. 

From the moment he and Caliban surprised the two of you in the parking lot and Sabrina nearly toppled him over with that hug, he had been unable to keep his mouth shut for more than thirty seconds.

It wasn’t like he wanted to make Sabrina’s ears bleed with bad jokes and unclever observations about the dance around them, or ramble on about his history assignment and how Theo finally worked up the courage to ask Robin to be his date. If he had it his way, he would be as charming and cavalier as Caliban was when he was with you. 

But he wasn’t. Harvey was anxious to every eye, trained or not.

Sabrina, thankfully, seemed to find it cute. She’d kiss him whenever he needed a distraction and even managed to convince him to dance. Granted, he would have done anything to make her smile but still. It’s not like he was any good at it. 

Harvey would step on her feet at times and go left when he was meant to go right, but Sabrina didn’t mind. She’d laugh and lead him in the direction. She was perfect. 

If all dances were like this, then Harvey was starting to think they might not be so bad, anxiety be damned. 

Looking over at you and Caliban, he figured you guys were thinking something similar. Caliban had given you his jacket and the two of you were holding onto one another and dancing in place. It was a very sweet scene, made funnier by the fact that Harvey knew the two of you were probably scheming something terrible instead of whispering ‘sweet nothings’ (as Ambrose called it). 

---

"You can't tell me you don't know any dances," Caliban said, an amused smile on his lips. "I've met your aunts and I don't believe they wouldn't teach you at least one formal dance."

"I know one," you said. Before he had the chance to ask which, you rushed to add, "But it's not really something you can break out at a school dance without looking like an asshole," you told him. 

Caliban laughed and shook his head at you. "I hate to break it to you, love, but everyone here already thinks we're assholes. So, just tell me what it is so we can stop swaying in place."

Begrudgingly, you dropped your gaze and mumbled something into Caliban's chest. 

"Sorry, what was that?" Caliban asked. 

You sighed and looked up at him. He could have sworn that you almost looked nervous. "Ambrose taught me to lindy hop before he figured out that Sabrina was a much more agreeable partner," you said. 

"The lindy hop," Caliban repeated. As he said it, an image of you and Amrose swirling around the living room with all the furniture shoved up against the walls popped into his head. It was sweet. "We could try it, if you want." 

"It's been years," you said quickly. "I- I don't even know if I still remember how to do it!"

Caliban knew that arguing would get him nowhere, so he let go of one of your hands and twirled you out instead. When you spun back into him, muscle memory had the two of you bouncing around and stepping in sync in no time. 

Soon, you were laughing and twirling and looking as carefree as Caliban had ever seen you. And then the first punch was thrown. 

---

Before all hell had broken loose, Harvey had spent his time talking nonstop and keeping an eye on you guys as well as watching over Nick. He’d been moping for most of the night, just drinking from a flask while some girls tried to flirt with him, but Harvey knew better than to underestimate him. Nick could be a loose cannon.

Although he stayed away for most of the night, Nick eventually got rowdy and staggered over. His speech wasn’t slurred but alcohol tinged every word. 

He pointed a very accusatory finger at Sabrina. “You’re supposed to be here with me,” Nick snarled.  

“I’m not supposed to do anything,” Sabrina said. “Nick, you should leave.” 

“What? Am I ruining your perfect night?” Nick looked over at Harvey. He wasn't sober enough to glare, so it was a sloppy, angry look. “You screwing the new kid now?” 

Harvey let go of Sabrina to take a step closer to Nick. “You are way, out of line, man. Just get out of here before I kick your ass.” 

“Oh, please. Save the knight in shining armor crap for someone who gives a shit.” 

Some other words were said, but they all led up to the same thing: Harvey punching Nick just above his jaw.

--- 

Though Harvey had a pretty decent left hook, Nicholas appeared to be a bit of scrapper, sloppy as he was. Caliban didn’t have the chance to say anything before you’d torn yourself away from him. Not a single beat was skipped before the two of you went to break up the fight. 

You’d pulled Harvey back at the same time that Caliban pulled Nick back by his wrist and pinned it behind his back. Caliban gave you his best smile - the two of you made a good team. 

“Oh, of course, you came to the rescue,” Nick spat, craning his neck to scowl at Caliban. “Caliban. What kind of name is that anyway? Actually, I don’t care. I want my money back.” 

Your hold on Harvey faltered. Both he and Sabrina were frozen next to you, and Caliban just knew you'd pieced it together. “Your money?” you asked.

“Awww, didn’t anyone tell you kitty cat?” Nick asked. He laughed as Caliban twisted his arm to make him shut up. “Your boy here is on my payroll. He only asked you out because my buddy Ben Franklin asked.”

Something inside you clicked, anger replacing the momentary shock, and Caliban knew there was no going back. You pushed Harvey away from you and scoffed. “Unbelievable.” 

“It’s not what you think,” Caliban rushed out. 

“Actually, it’s exactly what I think. Isn’t it, Nick? You wanted to go out with my sister and paid him to get me out of the way?” you asked. Your voice was shaking even though you were remarkably composed, but Caliban knew the rage that must have been under your skin. He’d never meant to hurt you but it was too late for that now.

“Exactly,” Nick said. 

You shook your head and stormed past them, knocking your shoulder into Caliban’s on your way out. Sabrina called out to you but you ignored her cries, Nick’s laughter, and everyone else. 

As much as Caliban wanted to punch Nick’s face in, he’d never forgive himself if he didn’t go after you. He shoved Nick down to the ground and raced after you.

---

You’d been angry before. Anger was when Sabrina borrowed your favorite shirt and ruined it, or when Billy said something ignorant and/or offensive. That's how you knew that this wasn’t anger. This was a blind fury mixed with hurt and betrayal, accompanied by some very stubborn tears. 

Your first instinct had been to hide in the bathroom and clean yourself up, but you ran the risk of someone finding you if you did that. So, instead, you made a b-line for your car. Harvey would take Sabrina home, and you were too pissed at both of them to care if he didn't, anyway. All you needed was to leave before you blew up. 

But Caliban wasn’t making your escape easy for you. He rushed after you and grabbed your hand just as you got to the sidewalk that led to the parking lot. “Look, I can explain-” 

“No!” You spun around and pushed him away from you. He looked hurt and confused but he had no right to be. He used you. He knew how you felt and he used you anyway. “I told you to tell me,” you said, hitting his chest weakly and struggling not to cry at the sight of him. Your voice shook. “I fucking told you and you just-” 

“I couldn’t tell you!” Caliban’s voice wasn’t shaking but it definitely wasn’t his usual cool tone. “I couldn’t, okay? I had feelings for you long before Nicholas was in the picture and-” 

“I don’t care! You lied to me, Caliban,” you said. You couldn’t yell at him anymore; it hurt too much. “I trusted you and you lied to me.”

Caliban couldn’t yell either. His voice was raw and shaking when he spoke again, but he reached out and touched your face gently before he tried. He wiped away one of your tears with his thumb. “I’m sorry.” 

“I hate you,” you lied, voice trembling. 

“I know.” Caliban's voice was quiet as he pulled his hand away. He hadn't looked away from you once. “I should go check on Harvey.” 

“Then leave.” 

Caliban gave you a solemn nod and turned to head back inside. The doors swung shut behind him and you started crying. Ugly, broken, and embarrassing sobs. When your hands went up to your face, you felt Caliban’s jacket brush your skin and your anger flared back up again. 

You ripped your hands away and tore the jacket off, throwing it to the ground as hard as you could. Something clinking inside caught your attention. Warily, you bent down and felt for whatever it was, eventually pulling out his car keys. 

You got to your feet and pointed the keys towards the parking lot. Somewhere in the distance, his car beeped and a terrible, impulsive idea started forming. 

---

There were a lot of things Sabrina could put up with, but Nick Scratch was not one of them. She picked him up off the floor after Caliban threw him down and then she punched him in the gut. It was a lot more painful than they made it look in the movies, but man, did it feel good. 

“That’s for breaking my sister’s heart,” she told him matter-of-factly. He was still in the process of recovering when she hit him again and burst a vein in his nose. “That’s for Harvey.” She kneed him in the one spot she knew he definitely didn’t want to be kneed. “And that’s for me.” 

Ignoring Nick's broken wails, Sabrina stormed out of the dance. She blew past Caliban and a dozen confused freshmen, and went to look for you. Your car was still in the lot but she couldn’t see you anywhere. She tried calling multiple times but there was never any answer. 

She’d just about given up when Harvey showed up, but then you picked up before he could say anything. 

“Oh, my god. Are you okay?” Sabrina rushed out, clutching Harvey’s hand. 

If there was one thing you hated, it was dumb questions. Your annoyance was evident when you snapped, “I’m just peachy.”

“Where are you?” Sabrina asked.

“Can you pick me up on the other side of the mines?” you asked. “Give me half an hour first.” 

“Anything you need,” Sabrina said. “I love you.”

“Yeah, I love you, too.”

Sabrina held onto the phone even after you’d hung up. She felt sick to her stomach at the thought of what you were going through. Because of her. Taking a deep breath, she let go of Harvey’s hand. “I need to go.” 

Harvey’s face was full of concern. “Can I come with you?”

“No. I need to talk to my sister,” she said. She leaned up and kissed his cheek. “Thank you. I had fun before …” 

Before she crushed you. 

Part 8

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[thelostgirlfindingneverland]

Take me to Neverland (Part 1)

Imagine: Ending up in Neverland and meeting Pan for the first time.

Sometimes I would sit in front of my mirror and just study myself. There was no real rhyme or reason in this, I just did. I studied the way I smiled, how I looked when I scrunched my nose, how I glared, everything. I guess you would think me weird because of this and trust me I do not blame you, but it’s just something I’ve always done. Like today, my sixteenth birthday, I sat in my pink, poofy chair in front of my floor length mirror doing the same thing I’ve done for years. Since midnight I have just been looking in my mirror waiting for some type of change. People say your life will completely change when you turn sixteen, yet I didn’t feel any different and I sure as hell didn’t look any different. I still had the same just past my shoulder length dirty blonde hair that never knew what it really wanted to do because it has always been thick and in between wavy and straight. I always had to either straighten it or wave it because just blowing drying it would leave it in this weird in between stage that I loathed. I still had the same dull, grey-blue eyes and round/square face shape. My friends always told me I had beautiful eyes, but I never believed them. They were lifeless and dull, not like those beautiful girls with sun kissed hazel eyes or piercing blue eyes. To bring them out more I covered both lash lines on the top and bottom with black eye liner and mascara. Huffing I scrunched up my nose and studied my face some more. One thing I can say I was proud of on my face is that I never seemed to get acne. While the rest of my friends suffered through pizza face and having to pound on concealer like it’s nobody’s business, I sat there with peachy smooth, clear skin. The downside was that I always looked a tad younger than everyone else. Today was going to be different, I was going to have some type of change; I needed it. Satisfied with looking in the mirror I stood up and let out a breath. My outfit fit into my regular guidelines: high-waisted blue jean shorts, a black Nirvana tank-top, a red/black/grey flannel wrapped firmly around my waist, grey knee high socks, finishing with worn out black high-top Converse. Walking out into the living room I looked over my shoulder, dad was in his office, as usual, busy working and Kai, my husky, was lounging on the couch.

“Oh, you lazy bum you,” I said dramatically as I jumped on the couch next to Kai. She let out an excited bark and licked my cheek. “Love you too,” I smiled.

“Could you be quiet out there, Lux? I’m a little busy,” dad yelled.  “Yeah,” I mumbled as I hugged Kai.

Oh yeah, by the way my name is Lucy Oakwood, but everyone just calls me Lux. You’re probably wondering where my mom is. No, she didn’t die nor is she suffering from a terminal illness. She’s alive and well; no sob story here. The only sob story is the fact that she’s never here. All she does is work and when she is home she sits there and nags at my dad and I all day. I know I’m not the size 2 you were in high school mom, but for Christ’s sake I don’t need to be reminded of it every time I grab dessert. I’m not that big; I’m only a size 5 and not too short either, 5′5″. For my height and weight I am perfectly healthy and gosh dammit if I want an extra slice of cake I’m going to get it without anyone giving me shit for it, especially my mother. She should be supportive and loving, instead all I get are empty smiles and cold hugs.  

“I’m taking Kai for a walk,” I yelled. Hell, he probably did not even hear me.

“Come on Kai, lets go,” I said sweetly as I walked out the door, Kai following. Kai didn’t need a leash, she was well-behaved enough.

After walking for some time I decided to stop off at the park. It was a Monday, yeah my birthday was on a Monday, but it was during the summer so there was only a couple people out, most of them were out fishing by the river. I, however, was headed near the wooded area to my favorite swing. Kai barked and ran around chasing butterflies as I swung. I expected too much from today. No one could hangout, my two best friends, my only friends were on a family trip up North, my parents were working, and I was sitting on a swing with my dog. Nothing changed whatsoever, if anything I felt emptier that I ever had in my whole entire life. Taking a breath I reached into my purse and pulled out a cigarette and my black BIC lighter. What did I care anymore? It’s not like anyone actually cared about me anyway, they were too busy with their own lives. I lit the cigarette and it burned, like usual, setting my throat on fire. I inhaled deeply then exhaled watching as the smoke plumed up towards the sky. For the first time since I’ve smoked these god awful things I didn’t cough. Continuing smoking I closed my eyes and listened. The sound of children shouting and playing, adults talking amongst themselves and on their phones, dogs barking, bees buzzing around, and the light wind filled my ears. It all sounded happy, peaceful and yet I was sitting here like an empty shell. No one takes the time to talk to a lonely, shy girl who’s no better than a fly on the wall. I was invisible. Don’t get me wrong, I loved solitude. It was nice to be by myself and escape for a little while, but let me tell you one thing, being alone, literally, and feeling alone are two totally different concepts. At least if you are alone, you can change that by calling someone, but feeling alone is the hell I have been in every day of my life. Dusk swept over the sky and I decided it was time to head home.

“Kai, come on girl. Time to go home,” I yelled. She happily ran over and pranced by my side as we headed out of the park.

Something, anything, make something different about today, please. I thought, pleading as I looked up towards the sky. Get me out of this town; take me somewhere where I belong. Tears fell from my eyes before I could catch them, it was too late. I sobbed all the way home. Walking inside my parents were sitting in the living room watching TV. They never wished me a happy birthday.

“Hey Lux,” my mom smiled. “Oh hey, Lux,” said my dad after.

“Hey guys,” I mumbled as I made my way across the living room.

“What’s wrong?” my dad asked. I closed my eyes and turned around. “What is today, dad, the date?” I questioned as I squeezed my eyes shut praying that he would remember.  

He sent me a confused look, “August 2nd.” I opened my eyes and looked at him.

Then it hit him, a look of worry swept across his face. “Oh Lux, I’m so sorry, it’s your birthday.” He got up and went to give me a hug, but I pushed him off.

Tears rimmed my eyes. “Not just any birthday, dad, my sixteenth birthday,” I angrily.

“Lux I-” I cut him off. “No, you no what, just never mind. I don’t care anymore,” I hissed as I turned headed for my room.

“You do not talk to your father like that young lady,” yelled my mom. “Get back here now!”

“Or what mom? You just going to tell me how fat I am or something? What?” I yelled. Her jaw dropped, she was speechless.

“Lux!” my dad exclaimed and before I knew it, my face was met by his hand connecting with my cheek. He hit me, he seriously fucking hit me. I grabbed my cheek wide-eyed and ran to my room, slamming the door behind me. Tears fell freely as I grabbed my black, duffle bag from my closet. I was done; I could not stand this shit anymore. Stuffing what I needed into my bag I looked at Kai. She looked at me with worry in her eyes.

“I am sorry Kai, but I cannot be here anymore. I know there’s a better place somewhere out there for me,” I whispered to her as I rubbed behind her ears. She whined and laid down giving me her big, blue puppy dog eyes. “I know, I’ll miss you too,” I said, tears swelling in my eyes as I leaned down to kiss her head. This was it; I was leaving, for real this time, no turning back. I straightened up and opened my window.

“Bye Kai, I love you,” I said as I swung myself out my window with my bag. Surreptitiously, I walked past the front of my house and down the street. I left them a note telling them why I left and that they should not come for me. Whether they understood or not I was going.

***3 hours later*********

After some time of walking I found myself at the beginning of a nature preserve. There was no way around it and I was not going to turn around now, so taking a breath I started making my way through the wilderness praying that I wouldn’t end up with poison ivy. Or worse, poison oak. The nature preserve seemed to go on forever and my feet were starting to ache when I decided it was time to take a break. Up ahead there was a small stream and to the right was a rather large rock followed by a huge log on the ground beside it. I hopped up on the rock and laid down looking up at the now black sky. Stars scattered the clear sky and the full moon shone brighter than I had ever seen it before.

“I wish to be anywhere but here. Take me away to a place where people like my parents don’t exist. Hell, where no parents exist, so no one can tell me what to do anymore. Take me to a place where I’m free and no longer so lonely. I believe….I believe in a place like this. Please,” I whispered to the night sky. “I believe, I do, I really do believe,” I whispered one last time before I was swept off into a deep sleep.

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I am woken up by merciless light causing me to roll over when I realize that I am not on the hard rock I fell asleep on. In a panic my eyes shoot open and I stand up. I was no longer in the middle of a nature reserve next to a stream I was somewhere else. I was on a beach with the calm blue sea to my right and a dense, green forest to my left. I took it all in at once and it was like I couldn’t breathe. My stomach was in knots. Where was I, my thoughts screamed? It was then that I realized I still had my duffle bag. I grabbed it fast; looking through it making sure nothing was stolen. I furrowed my eyebrows when I realized nothing was taken, so if someone took me here why didn’t they take anything?

“Oh fuck,” I whispered to myself aloud as I looked around.

Biting my finger nervously, I slung my bag over my shoulder, dusted myself off and started walking down the beach. There had to be something here…..someone? It seemed like I was walking forever when I saw the end of the beach, there was no where else to go except through the forest, so I took a deep breath and went in.

This place was like a never ending, beautiful hell. There was no one, not a single soul around except for the hum of animals and insects in their natural habitat. How the hell did I end up here? Where the hell was I? My thoughts were screaming at me as I trenched through the forest. I now regretted wearing these shorts and knee-highs. My knee-highs were getting completely destroyed and my thighs were getting mercilessly attacked by branches; scrapes covered them. With each step I was getting more and more angry and hungry. Not watching where I was going I tripped over a log and went tumbling down a ditch. Everything went black.

Moments later I woke up and instinctively touched my face. Looking at my hand I saw the blood. I had hit my head on a log causing a gash on my forehead close to my hairline. Now there were scrapes covering my whole body. I couldn’t take it anymore. My head felt like a thousand needles were being drilled into it, my body was on fire, and all I wanted was a juicy burger and fries. I flipped my head back and screamed at the top of my lungs. Not just any old scream, the *if I did this at home someone would probably call the cops* scream, or the scream when you just let it all loose. All the anger, all the throbbing pain, all of it let out in one ear blistering scream. When I was done, tears filled my eyes and I let them pour out. Grabbing my bag, I threw it behind my head and laid myself down. This was it; I was going to die alone. I was tired and so ready to just give up, so I closed my eyes and let sleep consume me.

When I woke up, I had prayed that this was all just one big dream and I would be in my comfy bed at home. But no, I wasn’t that lucky, when I awoke, I was in the same place I was before, laying on the ground in a ditch using my duffle bag as a pillow. It was pitch black and I could not see a thing. What would I do now? It was too dark to try to get up and find my way back to the beach. I sat there for minutes in deep thought when I heard the crack of a branch to my left.

“Who-who is it!?!” I yelled as I stood up fast grabbing my duffle.

“Now, now that’s no way to treat someone who could help you, now is it?” a voice said.

“You didn’t answer my question and where are you, I can’t see a thing?” I asked as I backed up into a tree.

“So many questions girl, and we only just met,” the voice said when out of no where a fire appeared before me, lighting up the ditch. I held my breath and looked up. It was a boy, probably around my age no older than 18. He had light brown, shaggy hair, green eyes that were so piercing they mimicked emeralds, and he wore green, patched together clothing as a shirt and pants. Around his waist was a belt and a dagger. I eyed him questioningly.

“Uh-uhm-uh wwhere arree wwe?” I stuttered.

He smirked and his eyes glowed with pride. “We, my dear, are in Neverland.”

[entro-writes]

Every Road Home: Chapter 1 Static.

A Prime All Might x Reader fic

Down below sirens blared.

A young woman was dangling, over ten stories high, gripping to an unclasped seatbelt of a helicopter that was rocking precariously on the edge of a skyscraper. There was fear saturating her eyes with tears as she gaped down at the onlookers and the flashing red and blue lights. The single hand holding her weight started slipping, the white-knuckled grip failing her.

She loses the battle.

She screamed piercingly into the night as the people below watch in horror. She plummeted closer and closer to earth and the helicopter finally tilts over the building with a screech of metal to follow.

A streak of blue.

She gasps, a strong arm held her tightly, the other lifting the helicopter as if it was weightless. Her rescuer smiled down at her reassuringly. He shot up into the air, taking both her and the helicopter and placed them safely upon the roof of the skyscraper. A pair of men watched in awe as they land. He delicately placed her down as he turns to them.

“Gentlemen,” he said “We need help.”

He looked back down at the woman, a gleam in his blue eyes. “Well I hope this little incident hasn’t made you afraid to fly.” He grinned.

She shook her head, eyes wide.

“Statistically speaking, of course, it’s still the safest mode of travel…” He turned to walk away.

“Wait!”

He paused, facing back at the young woman.

“Who are you?” she asked

He smiled softly “A friend.”

With that he leapt back up into the starry sky.

Stay tuned for more “Superman” after these messages.

You groan, stretching yourself out on your sofa as you reached a lazy arm to your TV remote. You click the tv off and the old boxy screen dies with a fizzing noise.

You run your tongue over your teeth. Fifteen. Fifteen times you had seen Superman 1978 and you were this close to making it sixteen. It wasn’t a bad movie, sure, but you can only take its cheesy one liners and saccharine plot so many times. You gaze around the room at your piles of DVDs you had strewn across the coffee table and floor. Wonder Woman, The Dark Knight, Spiderman 2, you could probably quote them all better than the scriptwriters themselves. You sigh.

You feel heavy. Tired. Empty.

Your eyes wander to the window, blinds half shut. Blue sky peaks through the slats and stripey sunbeams fall onto the carpet below. You sit upright. You walk to your purse and pull on your dirty sneakers. You let out a puff of air from your lips.

“OK”

You unlock your front door and step into the sunlight, blinking blearily as you lock the door behind you and step down the stairs.

The air is baked dry. Everything around you looks faded and bleached like an old photograph. The pale leaves of the twiggy young trees make no sound, there is no breeze. The sprinkler system gushes to life, misting your ankles as you walk towards the sidewalk, a mission in your eye. Very few are out in the blistering heat as you walk along the pavement to the outdoor shopping mall. Only a pair of tweens skidding by on their skateboards and jeering at one another. They pay you no notice as you step into a dilapidated corner shop.

An electronic tone chimes to welcome you in to the stale, yet cooler second hand DVD store. The bright light outside makes the dust on the shelves clearly visible. A box fan hums at the cash register. You make a beeline to your usual haunt; the budget film section. Seventy percent of the time you could manage to find some old, tacky treasure of a movie to watch. A super hero one, of course.

You rub your lip with your thumb. Some people found your little “hobby” weird. After all, why on earth would anyone want to watch all these fake super hero films when you could watch the news and see the real thing? Wolverine, The Fantastic Four, Green Lantern, these were all relics of the past, like watching some old sitcom where all the people laughing are long gone and gathering cobwebs. You knew all this, and yet…

A loud crackling noise fills your head.

Quickly you put your hand to your head as your eyes dart around and you turn around in panic. You look over at the greasy ginger at the register and some of the fuzz clears.

His mouth does not move.

“W-en…pick one alread-…always that chick…waste of—"

You turn away, thoughts sinking back into the static. You shake your head and screw your eyes closed. Stop it. Your eyes water with shame as you hold your shaking hands together. The noise starts to fade and you hear the whirr of the box fan at the window again.

When you first developed your quirk at the age of four your parents were so ecstatic their child had such a gift. You had the ability to hear people’s thoughts. Such a quirk should have made you a prime candidate for becoming a hero. Should have. But your quirk was unpredictable and nearly impossible to control. It was as if you had a pair of old-fashioned antennae that you had to bend and tune to hear people’s thoughts. Looking at the person would make the “signal” slightly clearer, but it would still fade in and out like a cheap ham radio. Then, there were instances like this when the quirk would switch on, seemingly at random. A sour, battery acid flavor taints your mouth.

You clench your teeth and breath through your nose as you reach out and snag a DVD. You stare at the sticky linoleum floor as you move towards the check-out. As you place the DVD in front of the pimply clerk, you feel a presence walk up behind you to wait in line. You didn’t move to look up as you hand the money to the cashier and make your escape to the door, DVD in your clutches.

You march your way home, looking at every memorized crack and weed in the sidewalk.

A blast of air came out of nowhere, causing you to fall back on the pavement in shock. Your heart thudded in your throat as you squint up at the shadowy figure that blocks the sunlight in front of you.

“Oh, sorry miss!” came a deep voice. A tan, broad hand reaches down in an offer. Shakily, you take the hand and are pulled back to your feet.

“I didn’t mean to startle you.” You are greeted by a blinding set of pearly whites. You had to crane your neck to see his face and his wavy, golden bangs framing it. “I was trying to be sure you got your movie, you left it in the store.”

You look at him, puzzled, his accent was strange to you. He handed you the DVD you had bought.“Adam West was a comedic genius, I think” His eyes light up. Blue. “Some days you can’t get rid of a bomb” he says, full mock impression with a hearty laugh. Somehow his laugh was both loud and soft at the same time. 

You were still stunned speechless, but a little smile pulled at your lips.

The sound of crunching metal cut through the air and a grinding alarm wails out. The tall blonde turns, his brows furrowed get his grin only becoming more intense.

“Sorry, gotta run.” He says with a small solute. 

He disappears in another wild gust of wind.

You stand, glued to the spot, two DVDs in your hands…

I hope to at some point make this a regular Thursday thing, but I don’t know how well people will like this fic! I’ll probably write more this weekend.

~Entro-pie

[peachyjie]

A Fool || Fan Cheng Cheng

A/N : Nothing much, this is Nari passing through the scenarios like whoosh and swoosh and Enjoy this lovable hot meme FCC! 💕

Requested : Yes, this is a fun scenarios to write tbh (Ask box still close, patience my love uwu)

Pairing : Fan Cheng Cheng - Reader (96!liner)

Cameo : The Child, Justin and their mother

Genre : slight!angst + fluff

Summary : What if to you age is a questionable situation? When to him, 4 years is a knock away?

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You stared at the list, furrowing your eyebrows. “Hey, do you know what this is?”, you nudged Chengcheng.

You looked at him in confusion, whilst his gaze to you was as soft and in awe as ever. You had to smack his back to get him back to reality before shoving the list to him.

“Oh what?”, he stuttered out. He stared at the list and coughed. “This is in the rice aisle”, he mumbled. You nodded pushing the cart in front of you, he following beside you.

This is Fan Cheng Cheng, the little brother of the famous actress Fan Bing Bing. Contestant of Idol Producer, member of 9%. A joyful hyperactive teen, a meme also.

This is the boy who’s in love with you

You took the small bag of rice before putting it in the cart before proceeding to find oil. “We need cooking oil now”, you said glancing at Chengcheng.

Chengcheng swore his heart skipped a beat when you looked at him. He nodded vigorously before following you again. He went closer to walk beside you, in silence.

He is nervous, you could tell. Whenever Chengcheng is nervous, he would always coughs randomly and play with his fingers. A very fidgety Fan Cheng Cheng.

Chengcheng himself know he is making it too obvious, anyone could tell he likes you. A lot. He didn’t know he will fall this hard, but he also didn’t know his fall made him land on the ground too hard.

He had liked you for a year already. Mustering his courage, he asked you out in the Chirstmass celebration the boys would always held in their dorm. That was the first time he fall so hard, he finally confessed.

But that was also his first landing, he was rejected

It crushed him, and you didn’t mean to reject him also. You tried to avoid him after the rejection, but he seems like he didn’t want to go too far from you. So he chose to go in pain, quietly.

The Yuehua guys still think Chengcheng has hope, so in whatever occasion they would always pair you with Chengcheng. It wouldn’t trouble you too much, but to Chengcheng? Another story

“Y/N!”, you saw Zhengting on the other aisle screaming your name. You laughed before he ran to your side. He placed the milk carton in the cart before proceeding to rest his head on your shoulder.

“What’s next?”, he asked. You giggled a little and pat his head to calm his excitement. “Get some eggs, don’t let Justin do it please”, you stared at him in concern.

“The last time that kid a carton of eggs, we have to pay for 2 cartons because he thinks juggling it would be amazing”, Zhengting scoffed. You laughed.

Zhengting stood up straight and ran to find some eggs, not before winking at Chengcheng. The younger sighed at his leader.

“You seem really close with Zhengting-ge”, he said making a conversation. You smiled at the mention of your bestfriend. “Yea, you can say it like that”, you replied to him.

Zhu Zheng Ting, he was your first friend when you moved to China for college. Being in the same age as Zhengting, it made both of you to connect with each other.

Hence, both of you are glued to each other. But also, that’s how you became a mom to the yuehua boys.

“Do you like him?”, you snaps out of your trance and stared at Chengcheng. Did you heard him wrong? Or did he just asked you if you-

“Do you like Zhengting-ge?”, he asks again. You only blinked. Once. Twice. Three times.

“Is that why you rejected me, Y/N-Jie?”, you softens. The way he asks was so soft but unsure, he was curious but too afraid to know about what you’ll say.

“I don’t”, you said catching him off guard. “I don’t like Zhengting that way, Cheng”, he relaxed a bit before following you to find some cooking oil.

“And Zhengting is not my reason on why i rejected you, Chengcheng”, you said searching the usual brand they used. Chengcheng only hummed, unsure if he sould continue asking you or just stay silent.

When you found the brand, you tiptoed as you tried to reach it. Huffing, you tried again.

Chengcheng snorted, seeing how cute and too adorable you were. It wasn’t until you gave him a glare, he had to force himself to stop laughing.

You kept trying to get the bottle, but it seems like your height is hating you right now. It wasn’t until you felt a small warm presence behind you, you turned around in shock.

You stared at Chengcheng who easily took the bottle and soon handed it to you. You blushed slightly at the sudden close proximity, trying to hide it from him.

But Chengcheng who likes to observes you will always notice. He smiled softly and opens his mouth.

“Why did you reject me?”, he asks you. You stared at him in shock. 5 months after the rejection, he never ever asked you on the reason.

“I need to know, please”, he pleaded slowly walking closer, making the gap smaller. You swore your heart was beating too fast, too hard.

His stare, intense yet soft. Curious but also a spark of hurt is back. “I know I never asked, because I assumed you like Ting-ge”, he said softly.

He took one if your hand and gently held it in his.

“But since I know you don’t like Ting-ge, and it’s not a legit reason anymore”, he said. Eyes meeting yours, you held on your breath.

“Why did you reject me, jie?”

“Cheng-“, you stuttered out.

“I like you, a lot.”, he blurted out. “I really do, jie. I like you too much, and I know I shouldn’t”, the confidence he had slowly crumbles. His words guiding him back to the first point where he confessed to you.

“Then why didn’t you stop?”, Chengcheng stared at you. He smiled.

“I fell for you too fast, I can’t even stop. So I can only let myself fall deeper”

You were speechless, being really frank. You didn’t hate Chengcheng, but you don’t think being with him will work out. Why does he has to still like you when it’s killing him.

“Our gap, Chengcheng”, you said. Staring at him, his eyes dance in confusion. “I’m 4 years older than you, and I’m afraid it won’t work out okay?”, you said slowly feeling the frustration bubbling in you.

“You’re young and successful, and you want to date this oldie? I can’t risk it, I can’t risk going on a heartbreak. But most of all, I can’t risk hurting you”

You stared at Chengcheng, noticing he was trying to hold his laugh. “Are you seriously laughing right now?”, you scoffed.

“That’s it?”, he asked for confirmation. “What do you mean ‘that’s it’?!”, you said in frustration. “Jie- no, Y/N”

Your heart skipped a beat, this was the first time he called you with your name. No formalities, just name.

“You rejected me only because of our age gap”, he smiles. “Just how much more innocent and cute can you be”, he laughed.

You hit him on the chest, annoyed by his teasing. But that didn’t stop Chengcheng from laughing. He had to calmed down before holding both of your arm to stop you from hitting him.

“Okay, I’ll stop”, he sighed. “But do you like me?”, you stared at him.

“You like me also, don’t you?”, he smirks. You swore you can hit him right here and right now. But both of your hands are being hold by him, no way.

“Y/N, if you think age is such a concern. I’ll prove it to you it won’t affect anything, on you or on me. On us”

You huffed, he only smiles softly.

“I like you, a lot.”, he looks around and see no people wandering near here.

“This may not be the most romantic place ever, but I am willing to do it again.”, he sighs. He stared at you, taking one of your hand before raising it to his face.

Softly, gently. He kissed your hand.

“Will you try and go out with this baby?”

You scoffed, seeing him stare at you in a teasing eyes. Because he already knows what the answer will be.

“You can try and change my mind”, you said before walking to the cart with the bottle of oil. Pushing out of Chengcheng’s grip.

He smiled, all wide. He jumps to you, giddy as he tried to stay composed.

“DOES THAT MEAN YOU’RE GOING TO HAVE BABIES NOW?”

You swore that was Justin’s voice. Both of you and Chencheng turned around watching Justin with a wide grin in his face.

“I knew Cheng-ge could do it! You guys can be all disgusting now, you know”, he grins to both of you.

“Didn’t I tell you to leave them alone?!”, you heard someone roars.

It didn’t took long for Zhengting to suddenly come and tackle the younger. Popping his head, he gives you a smile.

Chengcheng stared at you, you gave him a small, “What?”

“So, want to have a date after this?”, he thinks. “Girlfriend?”, he teases.

“You’re too much of a fool for your age”, you pushed him away.

He laughed before walking next to you, slunging a hand on your shoulder noticing a grin you tried to fight.

He kissed the side of your head, making you turn to him in surprise.

“Yea, I’m a fool. At least I’m your fool, Y/N”

[anodyne-sunflower]

Judgement-AlistairxReader (Warden)

A/N: Requested and fulfilled! Enjoy, my dear. Hope I did a decent job at doing your request haha.

MOOD MUSIC: Roses of May by Taylor Davis

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“He should be alright, dear. Don’t you worry.” Wynne’s comforting tone did little for your stressed mind, though her words usually offered hope in such trying times. That would not be the case today, because nothing anyone said could wash away the guilt you felt. You were their leader, the one they all looked to for guidance and strength in this blight. How could you be so reckless as to let him get hurt, of all people.

“You’re certain?”

“Of course.” She smiled warmly, her hand coming to squeeze your shoulder gently before letting the flap of his tent fall behind her. Wynne was aware of your blossoming feelings for your fellow warden, not that she’d ever insert herself completely into your affairs. But, she knew you’d enjoy some time alone with him, even if it was in an awkward silence.

“Thank you.” You called after her, hesitating at the entrance of Alistair’s tent. Talking with him was a pleasant business, only now you felt this burden upon your heart this time. You could not ignore or hide from him forever though, but that nagging sense of self blame was only growing stronger in your mind with every movement you made. You owed it to him to at least check upon his health.

“Alistair?” With whatever nerve you could muster, you opened the flap of his tent, mouth going dry the second you saw him laying on the pelts. He was perfectly adjusted to the ground, head laying upon a feather pillow that barely added any comfort. Yet, he never looked so content the second he laid eyes on you.

“Y/N!” He smiled eagerly, the corner of his lip tugging down as the pain came rushing back to his side. His fingers clutched tightly at his rib cage, a grimace now replacing that adorable grin he often wore. “Heh, you’d think I’d be used to this by now...oh, look! Here comes a darkspawn, better use my ribs to block its blow! Heh...” Alistair tried to make light of the situation, as he always did, but that pained expression wasn’t likely to leave for a couple of weeks this time.

“Don’t get up!” You rushed to his side almost instinctually, trying to help him back down as he grunted softly from his suffering.

“No need to worry, I’m-“ Alistair twitched in agony, trying so desperately to ignore the pain and act casual about the situation. It was impossible not to smile at him, but you couldn’t just allow him to pretend it was nothing. The large gash to his side was enough evidence of that fact.

“Please, Alistair...lay still.”

His eyes followed the trail from your hands on his bare chest, to your lip currently being worried between your teeth. You looked different then, so solemn, detached and he realized quickly it wasn’t an expression he liked on you. World being torn apart or not, he would not allow it to taint that strong, happy woman he had come to care for. “I’m glad you’re alright...” It was all he could think to say, when any smooth or sappy words failed him, but he didn’t want you to feel any burden of his injury. It was a foolish thing to do, that wasn’t worth arguing, but in that moment he didn’t think deeply on it. All he wanted was for you to be safe, and if that meant taking the blow from a Genlock’s arrow, he’d do it all over again.

“You could’ve...” Your breath hitched in your throat, gaze no longer brave enough to look him in the eye as you finished your sentence. “You could’ve died, Alistair.”

“I suppose that’s true, would’ve been rather bad, wouldn’t it?” He chuckled, wincing once more as he attempted to sit up. He didn’t like this position, laying about while others at least tended to the camp. Being useless was not entirely his strong suit, he could brag about that at least.

“Would you stop?!” You never meant to sound so cruel, but his lack of seriousness on the possibility of death...it pained you deeper than you cared to admit. Alistair was the first person you bonded with over your travels, losing him meant losing part of yourself and you weren’t sure you were ready for that half of the journey just yet. Death was inevitable in war, but you had promised yourself to do everything to keep your companions from harm, as best you could. All it took though, was one slip of judgement and you allowed him to get hurt. The guilt that formed in you, it was unlike any emotion you had ever had the displeasure of feeling. “I-you...” A sigh fell from your lips, fingers rubbing gently at your forehead while you trained your mind back into a calm. You always envied and adored his casual nature, but right now you wish he’d understand how much this matter meant to you. How much he meant to you.

“You’re right.” Alistair spoke up, daring himself to reach out for your hand and holding it delicately in his own. It was an action he would’ve never had the nerve to commit before today, even if his mind had often conjured wonderful, romantic scenarios involving you. But, there was a softness in your eyes he hadn’t seen in a while, one that used to grace those lovely features before the world went to shit and he was left tagging along on a mission to save Ferelden from a bloody blight. Not that he would entertain the idea of ever leaving your side, he only wished fate had brought you both together in a less chaotic setting. “Forgive me-“

“No, it’s-Alistair, I just want to apologize for-“

“Apologize? To me? Now that is possibly the dumbest thing I’ve ever heard you say.” He caressed your knuckles soothingly, a small blush appearing on his cheeks as he ventured further along your arm and stopping just at your jawline. He detested being on bed rest, but if there was one good thing about the whole ordeal, it was seeing you from this angle. That sad expression seemed to lift, and that light he often saw in you had come back to those enchanting eyes. Maker, he loved your eyes...if he could devote his time to staring into them all day he certainly would. “Please don’t feel guilty on my behalf. I did what I had to, and I’d happily-well, not happily take an arrow to the ribs, but you get my point...I’d do it all over again, so long as it meant your survival.”

His words hit you rather hard, knowing that below all that bravado was something deeper. Alistair was a courageous man, foolish at times, but courageous. You had no doubt he’d take a hit for any of your companions, but the subtle nature with which he touched your cheek offered a heavier meaning to his confession. It made your heart race, a sensation you hadn’t felt in quite some time, but you didn’t dare shy away from it just yet. There was obvious unspoken words between you both, you never thought either of you was unaware, but amidst war and political conflict there was never a moment in time that felt right to hope for anything more than friendship. But, here he was, all smiles and pained grins that conveyed how badly he wanted you to forget your guilt and the past.

“Alistair...”

“Yes?” He responded weakly, trying to push the discomfort away.

“This is...” You leaned your cheek into his palm, closing your eyes as the fire outside seemed to die along with your other companions conversations. As they turned in for the night, it left you painfully aware of how awkwardly quiet it had gotten inside Alistair’s tent. Though he seemed content with the soft silence and your touch. “I’m sorry. I do not know how to be grateful for your actions knowing it could’ve meant your death.” The word was hard to speak, almost as if it was a curse to even mention aloud. But, it needed to be said. You would see this blight through no matter what hardships you faced, but you preferred to endure them by his side. Always.

Alistair watched you carefully, his thumb fixating on the curve of your cheekbone as you finished your piece. He never expected gratitude for his potential sacrifice, least of all from you. That moment was a flash in his mind, because the truth was he hadn’t really thought any of it through. His body had reacted mainly on its own accord, with only a sliver of his thoughts pushing him to protect the one thing he truly cared for. It was as simple as that, and he didn’t deem that deed worthy of anything but your survival. “As much as I love watching you be at my mercy, there is no need to be sorry or grateful to me.”

An obvious wise crack, with a hint of honesty that you had come to expect from Alistair. He had a way of easing your mind, and you could at least be grateful for that talent. Even if you had to hide such notions from him. “You saved my life, Alistair.”

“And you’ve saved ours dozens of times I’ve gone and lost count.” He glanced up in thought, pretending to go over the numerous times you apparently saved him from some disastrous fate. “Funny how that works. Besides,” He brought his attention back to you, a smile forming on his lips as he finally gained enough strength to sit up against the poles of his tent. “If anyone is going to stop the Archdemon, it’s you. I’m no hero, I’ll leave that hard part up to the experts. Anytime I try to be heroic, I get hurt. It’s annoying really.”

You had to laugh, if only at the feigned expression of irritation he held on him. “Well, funny thing that...” You paused dramatically, removing his hand from your cheek and holding it tightly between yours. With a slow movement, you leaned into him, causing a nervous flush to rush over his skin and leaving him speechless for once in his life.

He couldn’t fathom what you were doing, and perhaps his constant teasing had earned him this punishment. Not that he loathed your proximity, quite the opposite in fact, but he wasn’t prepared for the sudden change in your demeanor. And judging by the twinkle in your eye, you had finally trapped him in his own little game of wit.

“Whether you want to be one or not, you are my hero, Alistair.” It was just the right amount of cheesy one liners he’d no doubt enjoy. Consider it your way of thanking him and bestowing a gratitude he hadn’t originally wanted. Alistair wasn’t one for overly deep conversations all the time, and you could humor him this once you supposed. Granted, the mere inches between your lips was simply a plus for you. Watching the warden blush was just a sweet visual you’d delight in forever.

Alistair blinked stupidly for a second, your words finally registering in his mind as he attempted to conjure up some smart retort. That was a harder task than usual, knowing that you were now sitting close and he could feel your breath tickle over his lips. He appreciated the deviation from the serious nature of your previous conversation, but now he was at a significant loss of words. Was this part of the joke, or was he supposed to make a move? Women were an enigma for him, and you worst of all. He was almost content letting his feelings for you simmer inside him, but the more time went on the more he wanted to pull you in and kiss those pretty lips of yours. “Heh, well, that’s-“ He gulped, eyes constantly traversing the cute trail between your eyes and pout. “That’s a title I’m willing to carry then. The hero of the hero of Ferelden. Perhaps they’ll write a song about me, wouldn’t that be nice.”

“I’ll have Leliana start on it right away, my hero.” You teased him further, no longer preoccupied with the negative emotions from before. He was right in a sense, the moment had passed and he was alive. That was all you could ask for, and you might as well enjoy it.

“You know,” Alistair cooed, raising his eyebrow and finally gaining some initiative as you leaned further into him. “I could get used to this.”

Your heavenly giggle sealed the deal for him, and with one final wicked grin, he tugged you forward and into an overdue kiss.

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A/N: Hope y’all enjoyed. Thank for reading!

[acti-veg]

Do you have a go-to knock-em-dead uppercut-knockout one-liner never-fail death-blow response to "I could never go vegan, I like cheese too much." (This is the number one thing I hear in response personally to my veganism and would love something killer to quip back that's not a long-winded explanation that's going to bore them, I want a shocker that will leave them speechless)

Not really to be honest; I think the best thing is to try and get into a discussion about it, and I find questioning is usually the best way to do that. Ask them if they know what is in involved in dairy production, if they don’t then tell them. If they just continue with “I couldn’t give up cheese,” talk about your own experience giving it up, talk about how you stop even missing it after a while and that there are tonnes of vegan alternatives for it. You can always finish with something about how you used to love cheese too, but it’s really not worth all the cruelty that’s involved. It’s far better to try to relate to people and draw them into a conversation than to shut them down with a killer line. 

[projectsoleil]

This Is Why Haruki Was The Superior Himbo | Papillon | Trial 6.7 | Re: Gun, Holiday Parties | Attn: Roger

Although they’re positive Red can’t read their mind (because if she could, she would’ve been teasing them incessantly this whole time), Papillon’s breath catches in their throat when she claims this whole mess was “just a job.” The words feel like a punch to the gut, leaving them stunned and speechless.

Did she guess they were thinking about that conversation they had back in the clinic? The one that up until a few hours ago, Papillon had thought was their last conversation with Red? The one where they both admitted how much they meant to each other?

Because while she can’t read minds, they’re pretty damn sure she’s still capable of understanding why they care so much about her.

After all, Red indulged them in their daydreams about the holidays— saying she could show them her favorite holiday movies, burn the cookies, give them a shitty gift they’d pretend to like anyway because at least she tried.

They take a deep breath in, about to speak up, but then voices raise as tensions grow higher. It makes sense, honestly. After all, Roger is holding a gun and pointing it at Red.

Pointing it at Red, who’s more than capable of smiting Roger on the spot.

Pointing it at Red, who’s more than capable of killing everyone else here too.

Pointing it at Red, who’s still someone worth caring about even if she helped orchestrate this mess.

Their mind returns to the elevator, back to Nate. Is he still fighting? Is he outnumbered? Is he unharmed? Is he alive?

When will he show up?

They’re like a patient dog waiting by their door for their owner to return home at the end of the day. (Which is kind of funny, really. Even though people usually jump to the French meaning of papillon upon learning their name, Haruki hadn’t been the first to assume they were named after the dog breed). And even though the criminal duo AI-T and Fenrir are very much equals — they know this now — they can’t help but feel helpless right now as they wait for him to come back.

As they wait for him to come home.

But they have to have faith in their best friend, don’t they? So as much as they want to confront Red and Leo as the pair’s masks start to crumble, Papillon addresses Roger. Because god knows Nate would be devastated to arrive at the trial to see his boyfriend dead, having been killed as punishment for shooting one of the people behind this.

“Roger, you stupid himbo. Are you really gonna fuck up Nate’s kickass entrance by shooting Red before he gets here? He’d be pissed to see you dead for attacking her, and I’m pretty sure it’d throw him off his game. How can he make some wordy speech that wastes everyone’s time but is cool anyway if your corpse is right in front of him?

“You wouldn’t do your boyfriend dirty like that, would you?”

They sigh, scowling at him. That being said, there’s no trace of anger in their eyes nor in their words. It’s clear Papillon’s just worried — worried for Nate, for Roger, and even for Red.

“Eugh, this is why Haruki was the smarter one of you two. Actually, I still don’t really get why everyone acts like he was so dumb…”

Forget the ULF; probably one of the most twisted ongoings taking place on this island is Papillon still genuinely believing Haruki Kitamura was some kind of genius.

Thankful their simping is put on hold for now. Because after a tired shrug and shake of their head, they return the subject at hand.

“So before we get back to grilling Red and Leo, can you calm the fuck down for now? I mean, Nate’s gonna come bursting out of the elevator any minute now, right? At least, I’m pretty sure he is. I guess I can’t really check at the moment because some people” — they shoot the two individuals not in electric baby jails a sharp look — “won’t let me use my power.”

Which is a very smart move on their parts, but Papillon can’t help but feel bitter. Being useless isn’t a great feeling, especially at a time like this. By now they’re half-tempted to ask Red and Leo directly if they know anything about what Nate’s up to. Surely they can check his status, right? Or at the very least, be able to tell if he was still alive?

…And then something clicks.

“But I guess they can’t really stop you from using your power, eh? Then we’d have some sorta idea of how Nate’s doing and maybe even how long Red has to fix her makeup in the event she keep crying.

“Oh, but Red— if you want some good recommendations for waterproof liner, I bet you can ask Nate or Rina for help. You know, since you’re gonna have to stay alive for years to come so we can have that holiday party you owe me, hag.”

Sorry to both The Detonator and The Electrocuter for Papillon basically disregarding their remorse. They truly want to address it. They want to ask Leo if he actually believes it’s too late to rely on others. They want to actually ask Red what she means by how she won’t be around much longer. But for now, Papillon’s too focused on Nate’s wellbeing to bring up anything else.

Which might be good in the long run, because this could be the group’s best bet to ensure Roger doesn’t pull the trigger within the next three minutes.

[sanctuarynoire-blog]

Wicked Lover                                          Yvonne Wairimu

I woke up knowing that day was going to be a day all my wild spirits were going to be set on fire. “bzzzz bbbzzz” my phone buzzed signifying a message.

“I hope you’re ready” the message read.

The sender of the message was well known to my soul as my lover but to people commonly referred to as Juro. (Note that the “Ju” was said as “J-U” and not “H-U”). He was my knight in shinning armor. His character was so bewildering,his features;oh so appealing to the eye-Deep brown eyes,curly afro copper hair that so well clothed the crown of his head in a counterclockwise manner. His arms were well flexed as he was once a professional rugby player and  fighter.I always celebrated this feature as I knew all too often my feet would be swept off the ground and my legs wrapped around his waist. His dark pupilated eyes always set a flame in my heart when he looked at me. His voice not just once left me in a daze as I tried to playback his words slower in my head and let them sink in. He unfailingly confused me just by trying to figure out how perfect can a human be!

No sooner had I slipped into my favorite lingerie than I had the doorbell ring. I intentionally kept him waiting despite the fact that my brain had instantly registered “Show Time”. I knew so well just what was about to take place. I did everything to set my so well designed apartment into the mood- Sprayed my sheets,drew the curtains,and not to forget the ever seductive playlist I had playing in the background. I was set and ready to go.

When I answered the door his jaw nearly caught the floor. He seemed in disbelief Like as if the character in front of him was wrongly placed.I welcomed him with a breathtaking hug as I ensured to rub my well placed plums on my chest onto his. I could feel his breath on my neck. I just wanted him to know what he was in for. Not that he didn’t know as this wasn’t his first time visiting. Just from last night’s thread I knew he meant to act out every single word he wrote.

Me: Baby I want you to take me places far and beyond. Not just to travel  but to enjoy every single drip of energy that’ll leave my vessel.

Juro: How far do you want to go?

Me: I don’t know! You have control over the spaceship. So cruise through this galaxy between my thighs till you can’t cruise no more.

Juro: For the dead is what I’l leave you for. Not only will I lick every last drop of juice in your box of juices but I will lick out the soul in it. I will sculpture out intriguing marks with my teeth onto your  body. By the time I’m done with you,you will look like a piece of art. Is this fair?

Me:(speechless)……………..

…………….and the thread continues.

 As if he was a first time guest I offered him a drink and he as usual asked for a cold beer. We sat close to each other as we watched ‘Californication‘ and just like the timing was right the scene that was on was that which Hank Moody could simply say no to his sex obsession. So foreign to each other we acted yet funnily enough he knew me so well that he’d notice a speck in my soul. A hot drop of sweat started trickling down my face and I could see him really struggling to wipe off the sweat on his palms.

“It’s really hot in here” I said. I was trying to get into his head and see if we were sailing in the same boat.

“It  really is I can’t wait to get naked.” he said in his husky voice that always made me feel like melted butter.

“Care for a smoke in the shower?” he continued.

As if this had never happened before and knowing the result leaving me for nothing short of a casualty I hurriedly agreed. I walked up to the shower in a strut like as if in a fashion show that suggested “OH BOY YOU’RE IN FOR IT“. I switched on the shower to let the steam settle in(this by the way is a perfect hotbox situation). Just by this move I knew that I was two steps ahead of him. Noticing that the steam had well settled in,I invited him into the bathroom. I made sure not to strip off my all so glamorous seducing lingerie. He came with the joint and wasted no time sparking it. Very suggestively he passed out every puff directed straight to my face. To pretend I cared nothing,I faced the other direction to make him know he needs to try harder. As if I had started a war he grabbed me and moved me closer to him. He pushed my face right close to his and drew off life from my lips. His lips brushed onto mine.Not innocently, like a tease but hot, fiery, passionate and demanding. I wanted to pull away before I lost myself but I couldn’t seem to…In this minty moment, my senses had been seduced and I could no longer think straight.I hardly had a moment to react. I was suffocating but in turn loved it and didn’t want him to stop. Before I knew it I was out of my lingerie and my cocoa butter skin glared through the drops of water that dripped onto it. He smacked and grabbed my butt. He had played his cards right with that amorous kiss and without doubt I was left sloppy and dump. With this in mind he slid his fingers down between my thighs and so zestfully played with my clitoris like it was a bell. With slow soft strokes he directed his fingers deep and within.

‘hhhhhhhhhaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa’ I gasped for breathe in a sultry voice.

He knew exactly what he was doing and like an electric shock had passed through my body  I came back to my senses and stopped drowning in his seduction. There was no way I was letting  him off that easy. Down on my knees I went. Steam blurred out the image of his so well shaped face but this did not stop me. Up and down was the motion. I gave him a handjob of his life and before he could settle off the heat of the handjob there I was sucking. I was gagging but did not stop. The thought of sparing him as he heaved out sounds of enjoyment did not cross my mind. This was a territory I was marking. I saw he was trying to move but it was like he was held down by invisible threads

He couldn’t stand the torture and off my feet he carried me and directed me to the bed. The way he threw me I was damn right sure I’d have to visit the carpenter soon. Not allowing me to even position myself well on the bed he thrashed himself inside of me. It was a continuous motion. He seemed to enjoy exploring my galaxy. My heart soul and coochie were all in this. It was as if a whirlwind was sweeping me away.

“Give me this galactica my princess” he said in an all too overwhelmingly husky voice that I could not resist.

I had been captured no lie and all that was left was for me to enjoy. There went my first orgasm and after that they just kept coming. I was literally begging for mercy. Just in time he pulled out and licked off any and all the juice that was being manufactured down  there. He then came back up giving me soft kisses up my body till he got to my soft perky lips.he then turned me around and before the motion begun again he smacked my ass as if in awe.  My moans were so loud I even feared walking outside after this heavy ordeal. But I was deep sucked into the pleasure.  It was as if he was trying to find out every corner into the walls of my vagina because my oh my how he was throbbing me. Words fail to describe and it’s only actions that can make it seem to make sense in this context. Just be left for imagination here.  Names I had never tagged onto him took play: ” Daddy” “Papa bear”

As I came for the last time before I tapped out he released one-liners of sperm on straight to the bed then it came spiraling down my back and finally on my fat butt.He then squeezed the last semi-painful droplets of his orgasm out on my curled fingers. He let me begin to register the fact of his cooling slime on my entire back. Before  I finished coming myself the poor boy had passed out.

When I noticed he had knocked out I kissed his sweaty face and then swore to myself never to tempt the devils in him. He lay there beside me as if he was from a battle field. He really did me justice that I will not lie. Forever this day was to be commemorated. To gratify him I ordered two large pizzas(I’m a good cook by the way, it’s just that he had really demolished my pelvic region and standing in the kitchen to cook was more of a mission than anything else.)

After a while I looked at him knocked out and smiled to myself and whispered into his ear “You’re all mine,I love you my baby”

xoxo

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