#was suppressing a scream at 10:30 pm

[rayofillumination]

finishing an episode with rayllum kissing and telling each other i love you after years and starting the next one zooming out another kissing scene right away was crazy work

[lustkillers]

hii!! i really liked your gabe fanfic!

can I request a fic with charlie walker?

basically the reader gets all hot and bothered but charlie is out late at night on cinema club business (ghost face shit) and the reader calls him and they have phone sex.

thank u love<3

DROP YOUR SHIFT AND PICK UP THE PHONE!

⊹₊ ⋆ summary. - how could he ever say no to her?

┃ tags/warnings. ࿐ ❪ nsfw freak shit, phone sex, masturbation. charlie accidentally missing a date, a bit angsty if you squint. idk what else to tag i'm so sorry LMAOO ❫

⊹₊ ⋆ pairing - charlie walker x fem!reader

⊹₊ ⋆ note - thank you sm!! i was going to write this immediately, but i got so held up with homework 😭 but literally screamed when i saw this request 'cause 1. i love charlie walker, and 2. it's my first request :) when i saw your request i immediately thought of cologne by beabadoobee... but hopefully i did your request justice!! requests are open!!

THE night was silent, cold, and dark. Charlie had promised that he would come back before the sun set, but it was 10 PM, and there were no signs of him.

At 10:30, he had sent you a message saying that he was held up with cinema club. You tried to be understanding, but the feeling that bubbled up in your core said otherwise.

You had worn a black set of lingerie on top of loose clothing, his clothing to be exact. You wanted to surprise him with a night of love and passion, but now here you were alone in the dark living room.

Your thighs squished together, sending a jolt of pleasure through your whole body. You thought of Charlie and the way his hands felt on your skin, and you wanted to feel that again. Your breaths were becoming staggered and heavy as you closed your eyes, imagining the way Charlie tasted on your lips.

Now you were alone, with your thoughts that plagued your head. You wanted nothing more than to have Charlie there with you, but for now it was just a daydream.

You needed him, badly.

You moved to the bedroom, and looked around for something that could give you a bit of pleasure in his absence. You hadn't wanted it to come down to this, but your desperation was starting to take over.

A thought bubbled up in your mind, immediately finding your phone. 'He wouldn't mind calling, right?' You thought, and you grabbed the device and punched in Charlie's number.

It took him a few rings to pick up, but when he did your heart fluttered. “Hey babe,” He said with a smile in his voice. He sounded out of breath, which was uncommon if you were just possibly watching movies for a club.

Your breathing was erratic, "H-Hey..." You said, trying to keep yourself composed. You couldn't shake the image of Charlie out of your head and when he spoke it only became more vivid.

However, it felt like your hand had a mind of its own, snaking down your body and stopping right at your slick pussy. You were embarrassed but it felt like what you wanted, and the vibration of Charlie's voice only made it easier to let go.

"H-How's the club going...?" The shakiness in your voice betrayed you, as you tried so hard to not let him know what you were doing. Charlie went silent for a few seconds before he chuckled, and spoke more softly.

"It's going... alright, but I'm more interested in what you're doing right now." On the other line of your phone, his voice sounded... muffled.

Your face flamed up, and your fingers moved faster. You had to bite your lip just to suppress the moan that was threatening to escape.

"I'm just..uh... lying in bed," You lied, hoping he wouldn't notice the conviction behind it.

Charlie chuckled again, "Okay then. Well I'll let you get back to it then," He said, his voice now a low whisper.

Your eyes widened, "N-No!" You almost screamed, "Don't..uh...don't hang up yet." You moaned out.

Charlie hummed, knowing what your true intentions were and it felt like his voice was directly connected to your pussy as your moans grew louder.

His pants grew tighter, his cock pushing against the fabric of his pants. He imagined what it would feel like to bury himself in you, and he couldn't take it anymore.

Fumbling around with his ghostface outfit, he took off his mask, and removed the gloves he had on. Lastly, his hands found itself unbuttoning his pants, the palm of his hand wrapped around his cock.

Pre-cum was already leaking out of his hard cock, his hand moving in a slow pace up and down. His eyes remained closed while he imagined sinking himself deep in you, your tight, wet walls wrapping around him.

On the other end, you could hear him heavily breathing, and it worked you up real bad. Your fingers went in and out of your soaking pussy, the noises being picked up by the phone.

The only thing heard between each lines was the panting and moaning each of you were giving out. Charlie's breathing became more intense as he came closer to the edge, his hand going faster with each stroke.

Your fingers sped up inside you, tears almost forming in your eyes as you reached peak euphoria.

"M'gonna cum, Charlie...!" A cry came out your throat as your back slightly arched upwards.

Charlie's breathing was much louder than yours at this point, the idea of him coming in your mouth or all over your face came to mind making you wetter.

"Come for me… Fuck." He murmured, a deep groan escaping his lips as he reached his climax, cum spilling out of him.

You followed soon after, quivering and trembling as you experienced the most breathtaking orgasm. The two of you were left panting on the other end, sighs being heard every now and then until it slowly simmered down to an awkward silence.

Charlie broke the silence, "I'll be there in twenty." Hanging up.

Before you could say anything, the line went dead.

On Charlie's end, blood and cum was all over his hands.

[antisocialinlw]

I’ll never stray from you

Ok I haven’t wrote a fic in FOREVER so please bear with me. After the recent JJK chapters, this idea has been brewing in my head. Also after listening to my favorite song, I couldn’t help myself. Enjoy!

Tags: Angst. Satoru x reader, JJK spoilers! Death mentioned. Blood mentioned.

wc: 504 words

“Please wake up… please. I can’t do this with anyone else. I already lost Suguru, I can’t lose you too.”

Satoru’s shaky hands try to clench the giant wound on my stomach. The gash is deep and there’s blood pouring everywhere. There’s tears spilling out of his eyes as the reality of the situation sets in. I’m dying. Broken sobs rip through his throat as he tries to keep me away but his attempts are futile. It’s too late.

I jolt awake, there’s sweat beading down my forehead as I look around frantically. My eyes settle on the familiar surroundings of my apartment. Dull and quiet, like it always has been. I grimace as I think about the dream, more like a nightmare, I just had.

10 years…. it's been 10 years since I’ve seen his face. His hair, heard his voice but most of all his eyes. I groan as a splitting headache hits my head. I clutch my head in my hands as more memories pop up, more memories of us on that day. The day that I ‘died’ in his arms. I still remember the way he screamed my name, trying to shake me awake. I remember his trembling hands and incoherent words in between his sobs. At this point I’m tugging on my hair, trying to suppress the tears as I vividly remember the pain in his voice.

I can’t help but stare at my bedsheets. The feeling of loneliness creeping in again, like it always has. God this feeling sucked. The thought of not having him by my side for a lifetime was hell, a hell that I got trapped in.

After I ‘died’ in his arms, my body got dragged to an unknown location. One sealed off from the world, where only the higher-ups knew of. I still remember waking up confused, dazed even, as I stared into their eyes. Those monsters. I remember having so many questions. Questions that met short answers and heartbreak.

“It’s to ensure he doesn’t become weak.”

“He needs to focus on jujutsu, not you.”

“We couldn’t let you die, you’re too useful”

I groan again, throwing my pillow across the room and lay back on my bed. At this point, there are tears streaming down my face as I erupt into sobs. Being away from him is agony, an agony I wouldn’t wish on anyone.

I glance over at my phone to look at the time, 3:30 pm. I sigh and click through my phone, reading every notification until I see one that makes my heart stop. ‘Satoru Gojo vs. Ryomen Sukuna.’ My hands shake as I click on the stream, intently watching it. They’re well into the battle already, Satoru’s barely hanging on. That is until the screen goes black. I sit in silence as I notice the camera focusing on an image. Sukuna is standing over his body, a body which got sliced in half.

My heart stops. He will never know that I’m alive, and it’s my fault.

[farfromsugafanfic]

Sutures - Chapter Three: Anosognosia

Genre: Soulmates AU, Idiots to Lovers, slight Enemies to Lovers

Pairing: Yoongi/Named Reader

Warnings (chapter specific): drinking, drunkenness, light smut, sex dream, implications of oral sex, obsessive behavior from an ex, unhealthy relationship dynamic (not on part of Yoongi & OC)

Synopsis: “A person often meets his destiny on the road he took to avoid it.” –Jean de la Fontaine

There was only one thing you and Min Yoongi had in common that night. You were both brokenhearted. You only intended to be together for one night, but when you both end up in the hospital the next day you discover that you are soulmates. It could kill you to be apart. As you and Yoongi attempt to sever the bond between you, will another be formed?

Notes: This was originally written and completed on Wattpad between 2018 and the beginning of 2020. I’ll be slowly posting the chapters here. I may make a tag list depending on if enough people want to follow along with updates. Leave me some feedback if you would like added to a tag list.

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Yoongi saw the look in your eyes shift from soft curiosity to sheer panic. He felt the pit of his stomach fill with guilt. He shouldn't have slept with you; sure, the two of you would still have this problem, but no one would've had reason to find your shoes. You wouldn't have had reason to leave them behind. 

He'd felt betrayed, he'd felt lonely, he'd felt unloved by those he wanted to love him most. But, that was no excuse to sleep with the first attractive girl he found. 

"Have you told Bang PD yet?" Namjoon asked, his demeanor calm, but Yoongi could see the slight shock cross over his features, causing his thick lips to pout and his chin to jut out. 

Yoongi shook his head.

"I'll call him," Namjoon said. The leader placed a reassuring hand on your shoulder. He blocked Yoongi's view of you. He worried in those few seconds you were blocked from his view that you would collapse into Namjoon's chest and cry the tears meant for him. The tears because of him. 

Namjoon left the room, leaving Yoongi alone with you. He tried his best not to focus on the way your tank top hugged your chest and exposed the hickeys he'd left the night before and that Namjoon probably noticed it too.

"You look tired," Yoongi said. "We can't do anything until tomorrow anyway. Try and get some sleep."

You nodded and Yoongi wasn't sure if you were just trying to reassure him or yourself. He remembered the way you'd fallen asleep long before he did. The way you'd fit against his body; how it felt like two puzzle pieces joining together for the first time. He blinked away the thoughts and tried to focus back down on your eyes. 

"We'll pay them off," Yoongi said. "We'll make sure nothing comes of this."

---

Jihee (9:00 am): Are you all right?

Jihee (9:05 am): I heard you're in the hospital

Jihee (10:01 am): None of your members are texting me back

Jihee (12:31 pm): Baby, the news is reporting something about your soulmate? What happened last night?

Jihee (2:43 pm): Yoongi! Please respond to me! I'm worried

Jihee (5:12 pm): Yoongi...what I did last night...what happened was all a mistake...

Jihee (5:12 pm): I still love you

Jihee (6:00 pm): The news said you were released hours ago! Respond to me!

Jihee (8:20 pm): Yoongi, I miss you

Jihee (9:30 pm): I know I don't deserve you. But, please just tell me you're okay

Jihee (11:50 pm): Goodnight. Love you.

---

"Baby," you moaned. Your hands slipping beneath Yoongi's shirt. They were cold, but he still loved the way they moved over his stomach and chest. Your fingertips grazing over his skin, a fingernail occasionally catching and causing him to squirm.

His hands were in your hair, messing it up and causing it to form mountain ranges as his fingers hiked the peaks and valleys. He loved the way it felt between his fingers, soft and light. 

Your lips moved from his and down to his neck where your lipstick stained his skin. He kept his grip on your hair, feeling it tug slightly as you move downward. He helped you slip his shirt off as your lips connected with his chest. 

"You don't have--"

You silenced him by tugging on the waistband of his jeans and rubbing your thumb over the button, teasing him slightly. 

"I want to," you responded, unbuttoning his jeans. 

Yoongi tightened his grip on your hair, trying not to focus on the way your lipstick was smeared above your lips. He could already imagine the way they'd look...

His head lulled back and his fingers loosened. 

---

Yoongi awoke. He was covered in sweat and ran his hand through his hair. He glanced down at his phone: 6:41 am. He sighed and headed to the bathroom. 

He slapped himself softly, trying to stop the thoughts that continued to cross his mind. He didn't have feelings for you, it was simply lingering from he slept with you. Nothing else. 

He wasn't going to deny he was attracted to you, he wouldn't have gone back to your apartment otherwise, but he felt nothing romantically for you. Yoongi knew the attraction would continue and probably only get worse, but he had to fight it. The last thing he wanted to do was break either of hearts more than they already were. 

Yoongi turned on the shower, the water colder than usual.

---

You stood in Yoongi's studio where he kept his computer. You'd suppressed your laughter at the ridiculous amount of hoops you'd had to jump through in order to enter. A doorbell, black curtain, and two doors. You respected the fact he took his work seriously though. The wall full of awards and trophies he'd won, a few even separate from BTS.

There was a couch in the corner, but you were too anxious to sit. You just wanted your shoes back and whoever took them to get their money and leave you alone. You were thankful your name hadn't been released and the only other person who knew the full truth was Eunji.

"There's many of us trying," Yoongi said. "Me, Namjoon, our managers, other people at the company. One of us will get them." 

You nodded and watched as the countdown on the auction neared two minutes to the end. There weren't many bids, but the shoes were somehow already over 300,000 won ($276 USD). You'd brought your knitting needles and some yarn and mindlessly knitted.

"What are you making?" Yoongi asked, a small smile breaking out across his lips. It was tiny and barely recognizable. You weren't sure if he pitied you or if simply trying to break the tension. 

"Nothing in particular," you said. "I just need something to keep me busy." 

Normally, when you went in without a plan, it turned out as a scarf. You bit you lip as the timer hit a minute. 

Yoongi saw your gaze shift to his screen and he readied to enter his bid as close to the end as he could. He entered one million won ($920.00 USD) and hovered his finger over the enter button. 

"That's too much!" you said. 

"No one will outbid it."

"I know," you said. "But I feel bad. I shouldn't have forgotten them in the first place." 

The timer hit twenty seconds. Ten seconds. Yoongi waited just a few more seconds wanting to time it just right. 

You heard a scream and a crash and almost simultaneously an error message appeared on Yoongi's computer. Please connect to Wi-Fi.

"Shit," Yoongi said. "Jimin!"

You followed Yoongi to the living room, leaving the partially started scarf behind. You saw Jimin and Jungkook crowded around the router working to connect the cord back into it. 

"Did you trip over it again?" Yoongi asked, his voice breathy and exasperated. 

"Sorry," he said. "I'm not used to it." 

Yoongi sighed and turned back to you. His dark eyes looked down at you apologetically and he sat down on the couch, pulling out his phone. 

"I'll try and see if I can see who won." 

---

"It looks like they're going to have to come out and fix it," Namjoon said, hanging up the phone. "We won't have internet until then." 

The members groaned. 

Jungkook walked into the kitchen and brought back a case of beer, a smirk plastered on his face. 

"Let's play a game," he said. "To welcome Sumi to the dorm."

"What game?" Namjoon asked. 

"Answer or drink," he said. "On your turn, someone asks you a question and if you don't want to answer it, you have to drink." 

Everyone agreed and sat in a circle. Yoongi sat on one side of you and Hoseok on the other side. Your knee brushed Yoongi's and you felt a small pang in your chest as you pulled away.

"All right, we'll go in order of age. Jin, you're up first." 

You didn't really pay attention to the questions. You'd fall somewhere towards the end. Between Jungkook and Taehyung. 

Jin answered the question. He didn't seem like the type to be embarrassed easily, a quality you admired in the eldest. 

---

"Yoongi," Jungkook said. "Your turn."

The room stayed silent. No one had a question for the boy and he couldn't help but smirk slightly. However, Taehyung meekly raised his hand. 

"What happened with Jihee?"

Yoongi cussed to himself. He knew she had been texting the other members about him. The other members would always consult him first before telling her anything when it was obvious he wasn't talking to her. 

"She cheated," Yoongi answered simply. 

The other boys' eyes widened and they nodded. However, it wasn't their gazes Yoongi felt boring into him. It was yours. He could feel your eyes staring at his profile. 

Yoongi had been careful the night he met you. He managed not even to tell you his name. He'd only mentioned he'd recently gotten out of a relationship. He figured you didn't need to hear his sob story. Besides, he planned on keeping Jihee's betrayal a secret. Just as she wanted. The only people he could trust with the truth were his members. 

But, you deserved to know the truth. It was unfair to keep you completely at a distance, especially when he'd overheard everything about your ex.

Yoongi noticed you drinking, you'd already cracked open another can by the time it got Namjoon. He felt a twinge in his chest. Yoongi quickly suppressed it, your drinking habits were none of his business. And based on the way Eunji talked the night at the bar, it didn't sound like you drank much. Only when your heart was broken.

"Sumi," Jungkook said. "Your turn." 

Again, the room fell silent. No one knew Sumi well enough to ask her such a personal question. But, then again, everyone was tipsy, or in a few cases, already drunk. 

"How's Yoongi in bed?" 

Everyone except for Yoongi and you laughed. 

"Seriously?" Yoongi asked. 

He knew it was the alcohol that asked the question, but it was still inappropriate. He didn't want you to have to drink. Your eyes were glazed and your cheeks rosy. 

Yoongi reached over and drank for you, crumpling the can when he finished. 

"Move on," he said. "It should be your turn, right, Jungkook?"

"Wait," you said. "I didn't answer." 

Everyone turned to look at you. It was obvious you were too drunk to notice that Yoongi had technically already drank for you. 

"He's good," you answered. "Better than my ex and I hate that cause..." 

You drifted off not noticing the seven stunned faces staring at you.Your words slurred, but they hung in the room. Your eyelids drooped and your head lulled forward into your chest. 

"I think it's time for bed," Namjoon said, standing up and helping you stand. He threw an arm around you and led you down the hall towards your bedroom. 

Despite the fact that the situation was perfectly appropriate, Yoongi still felt a small pang of jealousy. He knew he shouldn't and that it was all the soulmates thing, but that didn't stop his fists from clenching. 

"She probably won't remember this in the morning," Yoongi said. "Don't remind her."

Yoongi swallowed the rest of his drink and left the room on the pretenses of being sleepy--which he was--but he also didn't want anyone to see the blush come to his cheeks. 

---

You awoke the next morning with the worst headache you'd ever had. You clutched your forehead and glanced at the time: 10:30 am. You sighed. 

You spotted your knitting things from yesterday placed on top of the dresser. You didn't remember fetching them from Yoongi's studio, but then again, you barely remembered anything after Jimin knocked the Wi-fi out. 

"All I drank was beer," you muttered to yourself. 

You weren't known for being a lightweight causing you to wonder just how much you'd drank the night before.

As you squirmed you felt something soft move in the crook of your arm. You looked down and saw Kitty. You smiled at the stuffed cat and her droopy eye. 

[n-ecessity]

Things Change

Warnings: Unsub!Spencer Reid, UnsubFem!Reader, mention of violence, drugs, weapons, blood, SMUT(penetration, degradation/praise kink, fingering, pet names, etc.)

Word Count: 2.2k

A/N: Hey guys I was inspired by one of my favorite band’s song to write this one shot! I 100% recommend listening to the song “Consume” by Chase Atlantic while reading this!

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=oCdXuomafSU

Being a profiler to catch serial killers was easy, getting into the mind of one to see what their next move was became second nature to me, until I met her. We were currently stuck in an interrogation room, but I wouldn’t want to be anywhere else. She had killed five people, men to be exact, but I was intrigued by her, possibly even infatuated. The way she was leaning into my questions, perked up with excitement from the thrill. The shine in her eyes while I interrogated her gave me feelings that I know I shouldn’t have, kind of like love at first sight. I’ve always played it safe with love; sometimes the love doesn't end in a safe way, but I was ready to give anything up just to be with her. As she was being walked out back to her jail cell waiting for her court trial she spoke the words to me, “call me when you break.” I never knew what she meant until months later. 

As time passed, I learned that she had been found not guilty due to lack of evidence and she got away with the murders, and I decided it was best not to call her. As months went on and I was framed and put into jail wrongfully, I was at my breaking point and that's when I knew what she meant by her vague words. I was falling apart, and she was the glue I was looking for to put me back together. Returning to the BAU after getting out of jail didn’t feel the same, and my frustration and anger grew as the days went on in this place. Every day I felt myself longing to find her information and call her, but I waited and waited, until one day I couldn’t. I searched for the information I needed and called her.

“I’ve been waiting for your call,” she said into the phone, I could picture her smirking from the other side of the line.

“I get it now, what you meant all those months ago.” I replied, getting straight to the point.

“Well, are you finally ready to leave the BAU and fulfill your true self with me? See Spencer, I’ve seen through you since the first time we locked eyes, I knew you were different from the specks of darkness in those beautiful eyes of yours. If you want to be with me, meet me at the Rosen Inn at 10:30 pm in room 23, if not, then lose this number,” and just like that she hung up on me, as mysterious as she was the last time we spoke. 

Time and frustration had made this decision easier for me, I wasn’t who I used to be, I’ve been abused for too long and I don’t want to be the one to get hurt anymore. As I got up from my desk from the BAU, I looked around one last time. I picked up the resignation papers that have been lingering on my desk since the day I returned back and I dropped them onto Emily’s desk and I left for good. I felt free. 

I took my flip phone from my pocket and threw it out in the garbage, not without taking the sim card first to make it harder to find me. I waited around for hours until it drew closer to 10:30 pm and I made my way over to the Rosen Inn, specifically room 23 to find her. I knocked on the door, and she opened abruptly, as if she was waiting for me since the phone call ended. 

“I knew you would come, I had a feeling about you,” she went over to the bed and I closed the door behind me, for the first time starting to get nervous about the choice I made. 

“Uhh yeah, here I am” I replied, playing with my hands as I do when I’m anxious.

Alright, alright, whoa

Why you pointing at me with that knife?

I've been cutting corners all my life, girl

The terror doesn't blossom overnight, no

She reached into her black bag that was placed on the bed and pulled out a knife and swung it around. 

“Woah! Take it easy with that!” I exclaimed. 

“Relax Doctor Reid, I’m not going to use it on you, unless you enjoy that,” she winked, that sent feelings all the way down to my crotch area, she has such a hold on me. 

“You know, I’m going to have lots of fun with you,” she dragged out the ‘lots’ for emphasis, making me question exactly what she had in store for us. I laughed, trying to suppress my nerves. 

“Spence, do I make you nervous?” The use of that nickname physically made me shiver, thinking about all the times at the BAU I was referred to as ‘Spence’, especially by JJ. 

“No” I swallowed harshly, knowing that I’ve been in more dangerous situations than the one I’m currently in. 

“Good, because we’re just beginning.”

She's crawling through the city in a rampage

Pressing on her fingers 'til the bones break

There's blood all in her nose from the propane

But a needle to the skin will make the pain fade

She reached back into the bag, pulling out a little bag of a white powder.

“Y/N that’s a very illegal substance, you could get arrested for having that!” 

“Are you going to have me arrested, Spencer?”  She didn’t need to ask, she knew the answer. I looked her in the eyes, shaking my head to confirm the thoughts swarming her mind. 

“Good boy,” She smirked as she took a bump, slight blood trickling from her nostril, wiping it away with her sleeve. 

“Now, are you ready to wreak havoc?” She pulled two ski masks out of her bag and a gun for me. Here goes nothing. 

She said, "Careful, or you'll lose it"

But, girl, I'm only human

And I know there's a blade where your heart is

And you know how to use it

And you can take my flesh if you want, girl

But, baby, don't abuse it

These voices in my head screaming, "Run, now"

I'm praying that they're human

“WOO! Spencer don’t you feel that rush! It’s AMAZING!” She screamed as we returned to the motel, holding all the cash in her hand. The rush I got was a sensation I’ve never felt before, I was smiling from ear to ear. 

She ran up to me and jumped into my arms, we stared into each other’s eyes for a second before our lips collided. The fervent kisses were due to pent-up sexual tension we’ve felt for each other the moment I handcuffed her outside of her apartment. She ran her fingers through my curls, slightly pulling on them causing me to groan. She took the opportunity to slip her tongue into my mouth allowing us to explore one another. I pushed her body up against the wall behind us and began roaming her body with my hands, grasping at any part that I could. Whenever our skin would touch, I could feel a burning sensation from the fire ignited from the two of us. I pulled away and continued kissing down her jawline to her neck, leaving marks along the way.

“Fuck,” she moaned.

“You like that babe?” I smirked as I kissed down to her collarbones. 

“Mmm yes babe, I need to feel you,” 

“Patience baby, I’m taking my time with you tonight,” I carried her to the bed and laid her down on her back. She took her shirt off and tossed it to the side and I kissed all the way down her body, reaching her pants. I slowly began to remove her pants.

“Ugh hurry up!” she groaned, as I chuckled lowly, eventually undoing her pants and throwing them behind me. I ran my fingers along the wet spot in her panties slowly.

“Spencer I swear if you don’t touch-” I swiftly moved her panties to the side and stuck a finger inside her. She gasped.

“Babe you’re so wet, is that all for me?” I said as I added another finger, curling them to hit the right spot.

“Fuck yes babe, oh my god you feel so good” she dragged out her words, I pressed my thumb to her clit, rubbing in sync with my fingers inside her. She brought her fingers up to my arm, scratching and leaving moon shaped indents along my bare skin. 

“Right there, i-i’m about to cum Spence,”

“Do it then, like a good girl,” She groaned so loud and came as I spoke those words. Heavy breathing was all that was audible in the room. I undid my pants and crawled up on the bed, enclosing our mouths.

Both of us took a minute to soak in each other’s presence, never wanting this moment to end. We continued to remove the rest of our clothing, heavy breathing was the only noises being made in the room. Her exposed chest basically begged me to touch it, my rough skin running along her smooth skin, I felt as if I was caressing the most beautiful piece of art. My mouth made its way to her hardened nipples, slipping one in my mouth and playing with the other. Her moans were like music to my ears. She spoke my name over and over like it was a prayer. After a bit, she pulled my head off her body and looked me in the eyes.

“I’ve been waiting for this for too long, Spencer Reid, fuck me already,” She said. Her pupils were dilated from lust, her breathing was erratic.

“Your wish is my command, princess.” I swiftly removed my boxers and lined my dick up with her wet entrance. I slowly entered her body, both of us letting out a groan of relief. After a few seconds I began to move. Her moans were my encouragement. I gripped one of her legs and threw it over my shoulder, thrusting in at a different angle and a faster pace.

“Fuck Spence, y-you feel so good,” she whispered into my ear, eliciting a groan from my lips. She was scratching at my back, leaving scars I hoped would never go away. 

“You like being fucked like a whore?” I spoke, earning a groan from her, I would never get tired of that sound. She didn’t even have to respond, I knew the answer. 

“Thought so” I breathed out. 

“Spence, I-i’m close.” She moaned out, I reached in between us and rubbed her clit while I snapped my hips faster. Our moans were sounding like a perfectly rehearsed melody.

“Be a good girl and come for me,” and just like that, she came all over my dick. I continued to thrust in her, being very close to my orgasm. After a few thrusts, I let out a string of curse words and came. Both of us were breathing heavily, covered in a layer of sweat. I stared at her, admiring how beautiful she looked in the state she’s in. This girl is dangerous in so many ways, and I think the most dangerous thing about her is how she makes me feel. She eventually rolled over and began to dress, as did I. 

“Just as amazing as I pictured it to be,” She said with a smirk.

“You’ve thought about it, huh?” I said with a low voice.

“More than that, I touched myself to the thought of it,” She winked, making me choke on air. She was going to be the death of me. 

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Time had went on, she and I continued to rob banks and have mind blowing sex, the high of it all made me feel what I’ve been craving my whole life. I’ve been studying unsubs for most of my life and I now understand just why they commit crimes, it feels so liberating. What I didn’t expect was to hear a loud banging coming from the door of the motel we were currently staying at. 

Please understand that I'm trying my hardest

My head's a mess, but I'm trying regardless

Anxiety is one hell of a problem

She's latching onto me, I can't resolve it

It's not right, it's not fair, it's not fair

It's not fair, it's no fair, it's no fair

Oh, no, no, no (Don't run)

Don't run, don't run

“FBI OPEN UP” I heard coming from the other side of the door. My eyes almost popped out of my head. I turned to my partner in crime, both of us unsure what to do.

“DON’T RUN!”

We didn’t have enough time to figure out a solution anyways, someone had busted down the door. I made eye contact with the same people I went out of my way to avoid. The disappointment In Emily Prentiss’ eyes is what killed me. This was the end for us, I ran to her and gave her one last kiss before we were taken away in handcuffs. The sirens and the flashing lights brought me some sort of comfort. I didn’t want to run anymore. At least now there is a reason for me to be in jail.

[bazzybelle]

Love is Blind (As A Bat)

Ok... so I wasn’t intending on writing a fic for today but then I saw THIS amazing piece by the talented @parijpg and I HAD to write a little something. 

So many apologies for this fic. I wanna say it’s a late CRACK submission for the Countdown, but I don’t know. 

Also, sorry if there are typos or any other nonsense. I wrote this quickly, while at work and didn’t have time to have it beta-read properly. 

Enjoy... I guess... xD

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SIMON

He’s late. He’s never late.

He was supposed to be back at around supper time, but I have yet to hear anything from him. I check my mobile, in case I missed a text or call, but find nothing waiting for me. I type up a quick message, just to see where Baz is and if he’s alright. 

“Done at your parents’ place? Been missing you all day.”

I toss my mobile onto the table and glance at my watch: 9:30 PM. He really should have been back home by now. He was only supposed to go to his parents’ estate for an afternoon visit. I don’t want to worry, Baz knows how to handle himself (ever since I’ve been teaching him how to properly defend himself). Still, the back of my mind tends to worry that something is wrong, or that something happened to him. I chalk it up to old anxieties making a brief return and pull out a comic that I’ve been reading. 

I don’t know how much time has passed when I hear a very soft thump thump sound coming from the balcony window. I get up from the sofa and head towards the sound. A quick look outside doesn’t raise any flags for me. It looks like a typical London night; dark skies, clouds and light pollution making it impossible to see any stars. I turn away from the window and head back to the sofa. 

I check my mobile again; 10:30 PM and still no message from Baz. I can feel my heart sinking and my stomach beginning to twist. Something is wrong. I shove my mobile in my pocket as I rush to Penny’s room and begin banging on her door. 

“Penny! Come out! Something’s wrong!”

Her door whips opened and Penny stands in front of me, hands at her hips with a very cross look on her face. I see her laptop opened with Skype running in the background, so I assume she’s been talking to Shepard before I interrupted her. “This better be important Simon! I was-”

“Baz is missing.” I interrupt her.

“Are you sure? When was he supposed to arrive back home?” Penny is frowning at me. I know she doesn’t like to be interrupted, but this is serious. 

“Almost 3 hours ago…” I begin to pick at my cuticles and look to the floor. My foot begins to tap nervously and my heart just won’t calm down. 

“He’s not hunting?”

“He would have texted me Penny! Something’s wrong!” I growl at her. I hate to be this impatient with Penny, but I know my boyfriend and all the signs point to him being missing or worse. We are wasting precious moments arguing about nothing. 

“Alright, alright…” Penny heads to her computer and types up a quick goodbye message to Shepard. She returns from her bedroom, holding several crystals, and spellbooks. She dumps them onto the kitchen table and sighs heavily. 

“You know, for someone as strong, and powerful a magician as Baz is, he does tend to go missing often.” Penny states as she begins to thumb through a book about spells to call upon a loved one.

“This is not funny Penny! I’m fucking worried about him!” I run my fingers through my hair and start to think of the million and one possible things that could have happened to Baz. I then start to run through the million and one different ways that I could have better protected him; or the million and one different moves he could have used to protect himself. I run the risk of spiraling out of control, when I hear another soft thump thump coming from the balcony window again. Penny’s head whips up from the book she’s reading. 

“What was that?” Penny starts to get up from her seat, but I hold my arm out, blocking her path.

“Probably the wind. I heard it earlier before. There’s nothing out there! Can we focus on finding Baz?” Penny starts to sit back down when:

Thump thump!

That blasted sound again. Penny jumps from her seat and marches towards the door. I try to stop her again, but she pushes my arm aside. “Simon, just let me see for myself that nothing is outside.” I let her go, while I continue to pour over the books. Penny shrugs and starts to head back, but we hear the sound again. 

Thump thump! Thumpthumpthumpthumpthump THUMP!

“OH BLOODY HELL!” Penny opens the window with vigor. She is about to step onto the balcony, when something small and black flies into the flat. Penny screams and ducks her head. 

I bolt from the table and grab the first thing I see -- in this case, a dish towel, hanging off a chair -- and start whipping it towards the… bird? No… not a bird… a BAT! How did a bloody bat make it all the way here!?

The bat dives straight towards me as I keep whipping the towel to deter it. I stumble into the kitchen and pull out a spatula. It isn’t ideal, but I don’t want to hurt the thing, just get it out of my flat. The bat keeps trying to reach me, but I’m waving the spatula at it. I’m hoping to move towards the window again and push it outside, when Penny shouts. 

“Simon! It’s got something in its claws!

As if on cue, the bat drops the item it’s been holding the whole time. I pick up the item and inspect it; An ivory wand with a leather grip. Baz’s wand.The little bat lands on the bookshelf and perches upside down. Penny sees the wand and looks to the bat. She figures it out before I do and begins to laugh. 

“Oh… BASIL! How did this happen?!” The little bat -- BAZ -- chirps angrily at Penny and dives towards her. She screams again and dives under the table. “Keep that up, Basil, and we’ll see if I bother helping you!” Bat-Baz flies towards me. I open my hands and he lands in them. I gently close them and hold him softly. I lift him up to my face and take a good look at him. He certainly looks like a bat, but I can see the few elements that are true to Baz and Baz only. Such as the angry little scowl on his face. I softly run my thumb over his little head, something that human-Baz likes, in an effort to calm him down. 

“Baz? Oh… Baz…” Bat-Baz nuzzles my hand and hides his face between his wings. My heart softens for him, because he’s probably mortified that I’m having to see him like this. Penny steps up behind me and studies my little bat-boyfriend. She lowers her glasses and gets a good look at him, small smirk appearing on her lips. 

“You know, I almost prefer Baz like this. How sad is that?”

Bat-Baz hisses at Penny and begins to flap his tiny little wings at her. I turn away from Penny giving her a dirty look. “Penny! Stop! Don’t upset him. He’s already embarrassed!” I start to gently rub his little head again and scratch his little bat wings. It’s something Baz does for me when I’m upset and I like it. It seems to calm him down.

Penny has walked back to the table and sat down. She rests her chin on her hand and starts to think. I place Bat-Baz on my shoulder and walk to join her. He hops up on top of my head and nestles in my curls. “So, how do we fix this?”

Penny shrugs, “I don’t know. There aren’t spells available for this type of transformation. You both know how spells work. The language has to be specific.” 

Bat-Baz flies from my head and lands on the comic book that I’ve been reading. I follow him and pick it up (Batman: Year One). Of course! Batman is incredibly popular, especially the campy TV show from the 60’s (I’ve watched a lot of those reruns. They are more than a little absurd).

“BATMAN!” Penny shouts enthusiastically. Bat-Baz flies back to my hands and lands inside. Penny points her (brand new) ring at him and shouts in a loud, clear voice:

“NA NA NA NA NA NA NA NA NA NA NA NA NA NA NA NA BAT-MAN!” The jewel on her ring glows a very bright purple over Bat-Baz’s tiny body. But nothing happens. I start to look him over, and he gives me an exasperated look almost as if to say “What are you expecting to find, Snow?”

“Nothing happened… Penny… he’s still a bat…” I sigh. Penny raises her hands up in the air and shrugs. 

“Well, I’m trying Simon! But this is all new to me!” Bat-Baz flies up to my face and nudges my lips with his little head, before returning to my opened hands. Penny suppresses a laugh as she understands what needs to happen.

“Simon… You may have to kiss him…” I stare in disbelief at Penny, and back at Bat-Baz. It sounds absolutely nutters, but if it’ll change Baz back into himself, then I’ll do it. 

I raise him up to my face again: “I know you wanted to try something new, Baz.. but this is really something, yeah?” Bat-Baz raises a tiny eyebrow and sticks his tongue out at me, mockingly. I laugh at him and bring him closer to my mouth. I whisper softly in his ear: “Don’t get any ideas in that disturbed little head of yours.” Bat-Baz looks away from me, and I swear I see the slightest bit of pink underneath his black fur. I bring his tiny face close to me and plant a small kiss on his bat lips. 

Bat-Baz immediately starts glowing a violently bright purple colour. I bolt towards our bedroom, shouting a thanks to Penny. It may be rude, but I get the feeling Baz will come back completely stark-naked and I don’t need him to be further embarrassed. 

I place Bat-Baz on the bed and watch as the transformation takes over... and... I was right. He ends up being magnificently naked. Human-Baz stretches his arms and back and sighs heavily. 

I want to do so many things to him right now, but I figure it’s best to let him get reacquainted with his body. I pull out some clothes and hand them to him. I give him a small peck on his cheek and run my fingers through his black hair.

“You alright?”

“I am going to kill my step-sister.” He grumbles as he pulls on a pair of trousers. I cannot help but laugh at him. Baz shoots a glare at me and I shut up. I pull my mobile from my pocket and hand it to him. I imagine he’s going to want to call his parents to tell them he’s alright. 

Baz dials a number, while I hold onto his hand. I lean my head on his shoulder, thankful that he’s alright and that today’s disaster left us both with minimal damage. Baz’s back straightens up as he begins to yell into the phone.

“I swear to Merlin, Mordelia, if you use a Potter spell again, I will snap your wand myself! How many times do I have to tell you, Rowling’s spells are dodgy at best!?”

I place my hand on his shoulder and begin to rub it, in an effort to calm him down. Baz is back to normal… Thank Crowley for that.

Though I think he’s gotten a mad idea in his head… 

Git…

[angel-deux-writes]

I don’t think I’ve ever talked about this On Here, but I really want to tell the story of the guy who put in my kitchen floors because it was terrifying

im putting it under a cut bc it’s probably not that long, but who knows.

(scrolled back up after i actually wrote it to confirm that it is in fact long)

Some backstory is that I was INCREDIBLY lucky and got my condo very cheap in a neighborhood I already knew I loved. The other unit I’d looked at was a full 30k over my budget, but this one was perfect because the owner hadn’t updated ANYTHING since it was built in 1985, so it was just...awful. Awful rugs, awful floors, awful walls. My dad is like...the dad who loves a project, so he was all “I can fix all of this except the floors!!! it’ll be great!!”, so I bought it. We hired a local company to do the floors, not wanting to go to Home Depot or whatever (Which i still support in theory, just......not this company lmao). Everything except the kitchen and bathroom was originally carpet. Hallways, stairs, every single room. And it was cheap industrial carpet, too. Like the kind in office buildings. The dude who did the carpet was like “what the fuck were they thinking???” 

Also, one of the carpets had a truly upsetting rusty stain, so. My guest bedroom might be haunted. 

Anyway, the carpet guy was great. He was the owner of the company, and he was older and very kind. I had my mom come over with me when he was doing the carpets, but I didn’t even need her there. He was cool. His son was in charge of the hardwood portion (I say “hardwood”. I mean, like, the cheapest laminate while still looking nice lmao). He was less great. He had a team of like 3 dudes and 1 lady who would show up and work, doing my office/dining room and upstairs hallway. I know carpet is easier, but the carpet guy took one day, and these guys took a week and a half. They messed up a few times, and it was kind of stressful, but overall it was okay. They had to redo all the subfloors, because condos built in 1985 were almost universally built in buckwild, impossible-to-explain ways, so it took forever. The hardwood guys were loud as hell, but they were nice! 

At one point, one of the nicest guys accidentally broke a few of my kitchen tiles while putting in the transition from the wood to the tile. I was cool with it, tbh, but he offered a discount on a new kitchen floor because, shocker, the subfloor under the broken tile was really jacked up, and it wouldn’t be as simple as taking a tile from under the fridge and replacing it. I was like, okay, cool! We set it up. 

I did not hear from them for four months. Which, I get it. It was a discounted job, so obviously they wanted to do full-price jobs first. I have no problem with that. The same hardwood guys came back to do the subfloor, and then they were like “okay [the owner’s son] will contact you about the tiles. That took about a week. Finally, I got a date. It was a Friday, a day when my sister was already working from home, so she was like “yeah, I can handle it.” She works in interior design, so she’s used to dealing with construction people, and she was REALLY useful when it came to talking down the son of the owner, who was like...every bad stereotype about contractors meshed with a used car salesman. 

So I’m at work the day the tiling is supposed happen. My sister is fine at first, texting me about how the son showed up with one single guy, and then left, so it was only the single guy working. She was annoyed like “it’s supposed to take one day, right? That’s what they said? There’s no way he’s finishing at this pace. Why are they making this guy do the whole thing by himself?”. She called him “nice, kind of cute, but a very slow worker”. I was like ‘well, if they have to come back tomorrow, whatever, that’s fine’.”

Around 10:30 she starts texting me increasingly insane shit. 

“He’s talking to himself downstairs? Maybe he’s on the phone”. 

“He keeps dropping stuff and yelling SHIT really loudly.”

“Someone just showed up with a bag, and he let them in, and they chatted in the kitchen for like ten minutes, and then the person left, and they didn’t take the bag with them”. 

“He’s standing outside using the tile cutter and SCREAMING whenever it’s on.”

“He’s out in the rain and shout-singing something while he’s cutting tile”

“He is BARKING LIKE A DOG TO THE TUNE OF THE RUGRATS THEME SONG CAN YOU PLEASE COME HOME”

I’m half convinced she’s making this shit up, but she’s uncomfortable so I tell my boss what’s going on and race home. When I get there, there’s a vaguely adam driver looking guy who seems nice enough. A little startled to see me, but we make pleasant conversation, I see that he’s not very far along, and then I go upstairs to see my sister. I brought her takeout as a treat, and we sit there for a while talking about normal things. Gradually, downstairs, the dude starts talking to himself. I’m thinking that’s still not THAT weird. Then he starts singing and clapping along. Okay, a BIT weird, but not terrible. I decide to go downstairs into the living room and play some Playstation. Like, maybe he thinks we can’t hear him upstairs and he’ll be more chill when i’m down there? NOPE! HE ABSOLUTELY WILL NOT! He does the barking thing again (and it is, in fact, the rugrats theme song), he’s working at a pace of about one tile per hour, and he starts singing a song that consists only of the word “bitch” over and over again. 

I’m texting my dad, freaking out, and he tries to get in contact with the owner or his son, but nobody’s answering the phone. My other sister and her friend are on their way for game night. My sister’s boyfriend should be home soon from work, but not soon enough. It is, at this point, 7 pm. There is absolutely no chance he’s getting these tiles done today. He’s not even halfway done. My kitchen is VERY SMALL, by the way, so this reasonably could have been done in a day with two people, but I suspect that because it was a discount job, we got the discount treatment. 

My other sister and her friend show up, and the guy is perfectly pleasant and normal to them. We all go upstairs into my sister’s room, and we sit there, waiting in silence for it to start again, hoping that maybe with more people in the house, he’ll be okay. 

NOPE! He starts singing the “bitch” song again. I distinctly remember my other sister whispering “I love this song” and pretending to groove, which was kind of funny but NOT THE TIME. I’m sitting on my sister’s bed clutching a camp axe like a maniac, because I’m like “we are going to be killed by this giant kylo ren asshole”. I’m still texting my dad, who’s like “if you need me to come over, I can, i’m out of work”, but at this point it’s almost 8 and I’m also thinking about my neighbors. Like, he can’t be here at night. He just can’t. He’s so loud even just doing regular tile things! 

I muster up LITERALLY EVERY IOTA OF COURAGE THAT I HAVE, and I head downstairs. I ask him when he’s planning on wrapping up, because I know there’s no way he’s going to finish tonight. He tells me it’ll probably take about two more hours. That is 1) absolutely not true and 2) not something I’m willing to deal with because I live in a condo with neighbors on either side of me, and one of my neighbors is a truck driver who gets up at like 4 am! So I explain that my friends and I have an obligation to get to, and I would love it if we could arrange for someone to continue the work tomorrow. He’s SUPER NICE ABOUT IT and is like “oh, okay, no problem!” He leaves. Just...walks into the rain. Leaves all his tools and his tile cutter. I move it inside because it was on my front porch and it is, again, raining. 

My sister, a Nancy Drew Game fiend, starts searching the entire downstairs and eventually finds the plastic bag that someone brought him. My other sister, who is a nurse in a hospital that primarily treats overdose patients, is like “yep, that’s drug residue for sure”. I’m like, okay, so he didn’t hurt any of us, and he was nice, just....high and weird. But it’s over now, so whatever. My dad says he’ll call the owner’s son the next day, and everything’s cool. He also says that he, my mom, and my brother will all come over to watch the football game at my house the next day just to be there (which...im less than thrilled about the football part, but sure). I also beg my friend to drive up from the Cape to pick up his hat that he left at my condo over the summer just so he can chill for a few hours in the morning. 

The next day, the same guy returns, with the owner’s son this time. The owner’s son is like “why did you only get this far along?” but otherwise doesn’t really say anything. The barking guy is TOTALLY FINE, totally polite. My friend lingers as long as he can, but there’s an ice storm coming, so he peaces out eventually. I’m alone for about an hour with the guy, and nothing happens. He’s quiet, even when the owner’s son peaces for a bit. My parents show up, we watch the football game, and nothing happens. I feel like A LUNATIC, because my dad is like “he seems fine now” and I’m like NO BUT YESTERDAY WAS TERRIFYING. 

Anyway, so that’s the story. I didn’t end up saying anything to the owner’s son, but my dad reamed him out a bit for sending only one person to do a job meant for two. And now every time I drive by that business I suppress a shudder, and sometimes the barking version of the Rugrats theme song still gets stuck in my head.

[throwawayov]

The Case of You, Who Saved Me on Mondays - pt.2

The second and final part,

Sorry the grammar is still shitty I can’t proofread this lol

Also I can’t write smut askjaskhdka

Thank you for even reading this shit

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Wednesday, Ranmaru Kurosaki POV

What made Ranmaru opened his eyes slowly was the strong smell of antiseptic. Next, the strange beeping from electronic device beside his head. After that, the massive throbbing pain in his head. He struggled to open his eyes. The sudden light from the ceiling blinded him for a second, but he tried to adjust quickly. This… is a hospital, isn’t it?

Then suddenly he realized something warm on his left hand. He tried to look below and saw Reiji’s head and hands were rested on Ranmaru’s hand. Reiji?

Sitting on a chair beside the bed, Reiji didn’t move at all so Ranmaru thought he’s asleep. He could feel Reiji’s strong grip on his hand as he couldn’t move it. “Reiji?” Ranmaru called him with croaky voice.

Reiji jolted up, surprising Ranmaru. “Ranran!? You’re awake!”

“Why—What are you doing here?”

Reiji stood up, clenching his fist. Ranmaru, still feeling dizzy, totally did not expect what happened in the next second; he got slapped hard by Reiji. What the—

“What the FUCK have you done you STUPID RANMARU,” Reiji screamed on the top of his lungs. His whole body trembled, and his face looked so red and colorless at the same time, if that’s even possible.

Ranmaru was shocked. “What—That freaking hurts, what the hell!” he stroked his cheek in pain.

“Good, you—you look okay! You—You better start ta—” Reiji’s stammer was suddenly cut by his cellphone’s buzz. He quickly grabbed them and cleared his throat. “Yes, Kotobuki here,”

Ranmaru stayed silent. He’s still confused on what’s going on. His mind tried to remember what happened…

And it hit him. Shit, did I just…

“Yes, he’s fine now. The doctor said it’s just overwork. Just a bad case of stomach ulcer, he’s gonna be discharged soon… yes, I’ll tell him that. Thanks!” he clicked his phone off and almost literally threw it away on to the bed.

Reiji’s attention went back to Ranmaru. “You see, I’m covering up for you so this won’t go out of hand,” he sat down again beside him. “I know you don’t want to worry anyone. So now, please, talk to me,”

Ranmaru sighed. “Talk about what? What is there to talk about?”

Reiji grabbed his hand hard. “For God’s sake can you make this easier, Ran? You know full well what am I talking about,”

“Let go of my hand,”

Reiji tighten his grip. “No sir I don’t think so, now talk,”

“Yes yes, gosh, Reiji,” Ranmaru closed his eyes in frustration. “Yes, I am an omega, a filthy one at that, the one using funny drugs to hide it all these years, and it took a toll on me physically and now mentally as well, and I was trying to end it all. That’s the freaking explanation, happy?”

Reiji fell silent. “But, why… why you—I don’t… Is it because what happened that night after the interview? Because I found out your secret?”

Ranmaru opened his eyes but trying to avoid Reiji’s. “No,” he muttered. “Well, maybe,” Ranmaru can sense Reiji’s breath stopped for a second. He might have said a wrong thing and he kind of regretted it now.

“What—what can I do to help, Ran? I don’t want this to happen again. Can you—can you stop taking that dangerous drugs? Can you stop taking too many suppressants?” The way Reiji talked, Ranmaru knew he’s holding back his tears. He sounded mad.

“And risking myself go into heat? No way,”

“It’s going to be okay if you take normal suppressants, you know that, right?”

“Even then, people will know that I’m an omega, I don’t want that,”

“Why are you so ashamed of it? Look at Tokki, he’s totally fine with it!”

“He’s had it hard as well before Otoya paired with him, you know,”

“Fine, then pair with me!”

Ranmaru’s eyes went wide. “The fuck are you talking about?”

“Yes, become my pair, Ran,” Reiji stood up. “That way, only I can smell your pheromones and you’ll be fine,”

Ranmaru clenched his fist. He felt his whole body tensed and heated up for all the wrong reason. He gritted his teeth trying to calm himself down. “I. Don’t need. Your pity.”

“Ran, no, listen to me, this is not pity. I—I care a lot about you, you know,”

“Get out of here,”

“Ranmaru, I always like you, all this time, I always like—”

“Get the fuck out of here you crazed alpha,” Ranmaru slapped Reiji’s hand away in fury. “Don’t you dare joke around like that, now that you know I’m an omega, you suddenly like me? Fuck you.”

“No no no, Ranmaru, that’s not—”

“GET OUT!” Ranmaru pressed on the nurse call button furiously.

Last thing Ranmaru saw before the door closed was Reiji’s face holding back his tears being dragged out by the nurse.

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Thursday, Reiji Kotobuki POV

“I messed up, Tokki, I messed up,”

Reiji planted his face onto his hands. In front of him, the only omega of STARISH, Ichinose Tokiya, sipped his tea trying to calm himself down from the surge of new information Reiji brought upon him. The way Tokiya always carried himself with poise fascinated Reiji, as expected from the most famous omega in the entertainment industry. All the alphas in the industry used to be crazy over Tokiya’s – unwanted, according to himself – erotic aura that he exudes whenever he went. That was, before he finally became a pair with his alpha Ittoki Otoya. Nowadays his scent only lingered on as a myth and legend. Otoyan must be one lucky bastard.

Around 30 minutes ago, Reiji just finished telling Tokiya the gist of the situation, sans the suicide attempt just because he couldn’t get himself to even mention about it. He only hoped Tokiya can really be trusted to keep this only to himself. At least for the time being.

Tokiya finally put down his tea cup. “Yes, the way I see it, you messed up big time,”

Reiji slammed his head on the table. “I knoooooow, now what should I dooooo??”

“I’m not sure. Kurosaki-san is difficult to understand, but I think he’s a pretty straightforward person,” he nodded to himself. “Just wait until he calms down and talk to him again? Make sure you’re being honest?”

Reiji chuckled a bit, “Despite his image, Ranran is far from straightforward, you know. He’s a total tsundere if I ever see one,”

Tokiya raised his brows, “Really? That doesn’t sound like him,”

“Yes, yes, you’ll be surprised to know how gentle he actually is, despite trying so hard to appear rough,” Reiji nodded to himself remembering the subject of the conversation.

Tokiya smiled. “Well, I guess you don’t need to consult to me. Afterall, the one who understands him the best is you,”

And Reiji couldn’t help but to agree on that one.

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Friday, Ranmaru Kurosaki POV

Ranmaru slapped his bass hard for his last big note. He stopped playing to think, played some more notes, and sat down onto his sofa. He leaned forward to jot down some notes onto his music sheet.

It’s 5 PM now and Ranmaru had been composing music non-stop for the day. He’s been avoiding coming to work, thanks to Reiji’s stomach ulcer excuse, it’s easier for him to hide in his place.

This rhythm is pretty good… Haruka should be able to work on the arrangement on this one.

Ranmaru knew putting all his focus into creating music was the best distraction for him at the moment. At least I don’t have to think about unnecessary stuffs now.

7 PM and Ranmaru had been playing around with his pencil on his hand for the last 15 minutes. Struggled to produce any lyrics for his newly composed music, he believed he just hit the writer’s block. “I can’t think of anything…” he mumbled.

Suddenly there’s a loud knock on his front door. “Ranran?”

…That’s Reiji. What the hell.

Ranmaru stayed silent, trying not to make any noise.

“Ranran? I know you’re in there! I just want to talk, give me 10 minutes,”

No. Ranmaru froze in his place.

“RANRAN IF YOU DON’T OPEN THE DOOR I WILL JUST SCREAM HERE AND LET YOUR NEIGHBORS HEAR EVERYTHING!”

Holy shit what is that idiot doing! Ranmaru ran to the front door and opened it quickly. “Shut up, I don’t want you here, go home,” and proceed to close the door again.

“Nope! Won’t let you this time,” Reiji quickly grabbed onto the door, pushed himself inside, and closed the door with his back.

Ranmaru was caught off-guard and took a couple steps back. “Hey, this is trespassing, you know. I will call the police,”

“Oh, go ahead, call them! I will gladly help them get rid of your stupid drugs while they’re here,” Reiji smirked and folded his arms as he walked past Ranmaru into the living room. He sat himself down, obviously pretending not to hear Ranmaru’s annoyed mumbles. “Ranran, I just want to talk, let me apologize to you,”

“Whatever, you have nothing to apologize for,” Ranmaru quickly walked past the living room and opened the door to his bedroom.

Reiji stood up quickly. “No, wait!”

“Stop,” Ranmaru put up his hand. “You can talk, but it’s really hard for me to see you in person now. So please just talk, I will listen from my room,” he proceeded to go into his room and closed the door with a bang.

Inside, Ranmaru sat down with his back on the door, trying to calm himself down.

“Ranran, can you hear me?” Reiji’s voice came though the door. He must be standing right in front of the door now.

“Loud and clear,” Ranmaru answered.

“Okay, I—I don’t know where to begin, but—” the hesitation in Reiji’s voice was so obvious, but he proceeded anyway.

“I’m sorry for what I said in the hospital. It was—it was hassled and unnecessary, I didn’t consider your feelings at that time, I’m sorry for being selfish,” he paused for a moment.

It’s fine. I’m the selfish one as well.

“But that wasn’t a lie. I—I must have phrased it wrongly. I know you won’t believe me after I ruined my chance with my stupid mouth in the hospital, but please listen to what I have to say now,”

“I—I always looked up to you since the first time we met, you knew it, right? I admired you since the beginning. Your voice, your stage presence, your confidence, your strong principle,”

“But damn you were so difficult to understand, Ran,” Reiji chuckled. “You built this wall around you so people couldn’t get closer. But I always know how you secretly helped many people, even—funnily enough, those stray cats you always fostered,”

“The more I try to understand you, the more you drive me insane. You’re full of imperfections, yet you managed to fill those gaps with your sincerity. You’re the scariest, sharpest, bravest person I know, and sometimes I couldn’t even catch my breath trying so hard to keep up. There will never be another one like you. Millions of people will come and go into my life, but there will never be another one stronger than you.”

“And did you realize I was feeling all of this while thinking you’re a beta?”

“This has nothing to do with you being an omega, Ranran. This doesn’t happen in a day. If anything, the fact that you’re an omega helped me to overcome my hatred of being an alpha. For the first time in my life, I finally feel relieved I was born this way. It was at that moment I knew I have chance to save you. I want you to rest on me, Ranmaru. I want you to feel relieved that you’re born an omega as well,”

The prolonged silence was deafening. Ranmaru could only hear his own crazy loud heartbeat.

“Ranmaru Kurosaki, I love you, with your sins and all,”

“I just hope my feelings can reach you,”

And then Ranmaru can hear the front door closed quietly.

--

Monday, Reiji Kotobuki POV

“Reiji-senpai?”

The practice room this afternoon was filled with Haruka and Reiji, but the younger one feels like she’s alone in it. “Reiji-senpai? Are you okay?” Haruka repeated her question.

Reiji snapped back to reality. “Ah, sorry Haru-chan!” He scratched his head. “I was just sleepy. What were you saying?”

That’s half-true, though. Reiji couldn’t get any decent sleep all weekend. He waited and waited with his cellphone in his hand. Waiting for any news, anything that came from Ranmaru, but it was naught. His mind kept on repeating what he said in Ranmaru’s place over and over again, trying to find a mistake, trying to find something that might be worth clarifying as an excuse to go back there…

Just flat out reject me and get this over with, Ran.

“Do you want to try singing this song?” Haruka asked, walking towards the piano behind the sofa.

Reiji noticed the sheets on the table in front of him. He grabbed it and skimmed through the notes. “What is this song?”

Haruka sighed. “Reiji-senpai, you didn’t hear any word I said, did you… It’s the song Ranmaru-senpai just sent,”

“Wait, what?” Reiji almost choked in his own words. “Ranran’s song?”

“Yes, I’ve been working on an arrangement for Ranmaru-senpai’s new song since last week… Over the weekend he just completed the first part of the lyrics,” Haruka searched through the sheets on her hand, “Ah, here it is” and gave the additional sheet to Reiji. “It’s the lyrics he made. Reading it, I wanted to change the arrangement from rock to ballad, what do you think, senpai?”

Reiji quickly grabbed the sheet. He’s done it over the weekend?

“I’m a bit confused with the lyrics, but I will try singing it,” Haruka sat down and started playing notes on the piano.

The Case of You, Who Saved Me on Mondays

I tried to be strong, all in the effort of chasing you

I thought I run towards you, but I was just running away

You were never in front of me, you are right next to me

Perhaps you are the only possible answer to my questionable life

My stain might never go away, I hope you are okay with it

Undress me with your warmth, and love me with your liberation

My most beautiful excuse to live.

Thank you for the great relief of having you to rest on

Come save me, we will be "us" I have always dreamed of being.

Reiji blinked once.

Twice.

“Senpai, what do you think?” Haruka broke the silence.

Reiji took a step back and ran towards the door, “Haru-chan, I’m so sorry but I have an urgent thing suddenly coming, I need to go now,”

“What? Is everything alright??”

“I—I think so, yes, it’s alright,” and then he ran without hesitation.

--

Monday Evening

“Ranran?” Reiji knocked on Ranmaru’s door loudly. He’s still trying to catch his breath as a result of running and nervousness combined.

Reiji’s phone buzzed. Ranmaru. “Hello?? Ranran?”

“It’s unlocked. Just come in,” Ranmaru said from the other side, and then quickly turn off the call.

Reiji quickly opened the door. “I’m coming in,” he announced as he came in. His stopped suddenly after taking a couple steps. He sensed…something.

There’s a…nice smell coming from inside.

Reiji moved forward following the source of the scent. “Ranran?” he called out again. The scent was coming from Ranmaru’s bedroom. Reiji tried to knock.

“You can come in, but be careful,” Ranmaru’s voice can be heard from inside.

Oh God please help me what is happening

Reiji slowly turned the doorknob and opened the door. Inside, he saw Ranmaru on his bed, sitting down, wrapped in thick blanket. Only his face was visible.

“…What are you doing in that blanket?” Reiji was dumbfounded.

“Hiding,” Ranmaru answered.

“Hiding from what?”

“Hiding my smell from you,”

Reiji burst out laughing. “What the hell, Ranran!”

“Don’t laugh! I stopped taking my medicine since 2 days ago,”

Reiji’s eyes widen in surprise. “You really did!?”

Ranmaru didn’t answer. He hid half his face into the blanket now.

Reiji stepped forward. “Can I sit there? With you?”

Still no answer. Reiji sat in front of Ranmaru anyway on the bed. “Ranran, I—I’ve listened to your song,”

Ranmaru was now hidden completely into the blanket. “Does it mean what I think it means? And—Hey why are you hiding completely now!?”

Reiji moved forward, kneeling on the bed trying to grab the blanket away from Ranmaru.

“No, stop! Don’t take away the blanket,” Ranmaru begged from inside. But it’s too late. Reiji had opened the blanket and pushed Ranmaru on to the bed.

Ranmaru was shirtless, laying on the bed, the only thing covering him was his track pants. His whole body was so red, the result of humidity and embarrassment merged into one.

Reiji’s heart skipped a beat. “Why—why are you shirtless!?” Reiji covered his face in embarrassment.

“It’s hot,” Ranmaru, facing away from Reiji, tried to cover his face with both his arms.

It’s bad, it’s bad, it’s bad. Calm yourself, Reiji.

Reiji took a deep breath. “Ranran, have my feelings reached you?”

Ranmaru was beet red now. His arms folded closer over his face.

Reiji kneeled forward, trying to grab Ranmaru’s arm away. “Ranmaru, look at me, please,”

“No, I don’t wanna,” Ranmaru closed his eyes.

“Okay then, hug me,” Reiji moved backward a bit and opened his arms. “You don’t have to look at me that way,”

The following silence drove Reiji mad. “Okay, I’m closing my eyes now. I won’t be able to see you. Reach on to me Ra—”

Reiji’s word was cut short by the sudden incoming embrace that is Ranmaru’s body. He hugged Reiji so tight, so sudden, he opened his eyes by surprise.

“Reiji, I—” Ranmaru’s husky voice was so close to his ear, Reiji’s heartrate felt doubled in a split second.

“I’m sorry, Reiji,” Ranmaru continued. “I’m—I’m not good with words. I don’t know how to say what I feel now, but I’m sorry for what I’ve done to myself and to you,”

“Save me, Reiji. I’m selfish and difficult, but you are my only solace. When I picture myself happy, I picture myself beside you,”

Reiji grabbed onto Ranmaru’s back tight. His scent is getting stronger it made Reiji dizzy, but he never tried to focus so hard before in his life.

“I love you, Reiji,”

And that’s it. That’s all it took for Reiji to lost it. He pulled away from the embrace and grabbed Ranmaru’s face for a kiss.

Reiji kissed Ranmaru hastily and the younger one took in a strangled gasp before closing his fist on Reiji’s shirt. Their eyes were squeezed shut. None of them could barely breathe. Reiji pulled away seconds later. It was a mess of a kiss.

“Sorry Ran, I—” Reiji was breathless. His mind was all over the place. Shit. I can’t control myself. I hate it.

Ranmaru, surprised by his own calmness, reached out his hand to Reiji’s face. “Reiji. Don’t hate it. Your…urge. It’s not… It’s not disgusting. If—If it’s…with me, it’s…alluring,”

“Fuck, Ranmaru. I can’t hold it anymore. Is it your heat talking?” Reiji hastily removed his own shirt.

“I don’t—I don’t know. I feel so hot,”

Reiji gulped, trying to muster up his last strand of sanity. “I will only ask once, Ranmaru, do you want to become my pair?”

“Devour me,”

--

Epilogue, the afternoon after

“What the actual fuck, Reiji, you’re supposed to bite only ONCE,”

Ranmaru stroked his own nape, squinting his eyes against the pain. Reiji proceeded to cuddle him under the blanket. “Oh come ooon, it’s not that bad, right?”

“You bit me SIX times, it hurts a lot!” he punched Reiji’s chest.

“Sorry, sorry,” Reiji kissed Ranmaru’s forehead. “I will help you cover the scar,”

“There’s no need,” Ranmaru muttered.

Reiji gasped. “Ranran, you’re gonna make me cryyyyyy! I’m so happy!!”

“Oh my God stop being noisy, my ears are ringing,” Ranmaru pushed his face onto Reiji’s chest. “Just… help me clean up your mess inside,”

Reiji couldn’t see Ranmaru’s face, but he could feel that his face became beet red again. Reiji couldn’t stop grinning.

“Come to think of it, Ranran,” Reiji thought of something. “You threw away your medicine already?”

“Yes,”

“ALL of them?”

“Yes, why?”

“…including your birth control pills?”

“Yes, what’s with the question?”

Both of them fell silent.

“…Oh,” Ranmaru finally got it. “It… It won’t happen that easily, right?”

“I… hope so?”

Well, who knows.

_END_

[artificialqueens]

Lips pressed close to mine, True blue (Willam x Alaska) - Albatross

AN: So it’s my first time posting on this subject and admittedly, I’m a bit nervous on how it will be received. The title and song it’s from only has a vague connection to the story (maybe if you squint…and take like four shots). This is just a short little fluffy piece I wrote about one of my favorite (underrated) pairings as distraction from some bigger projects I’m working on. Hope you all enjoy it and sorry for any spelling/grammar mistakes that might’ve made it through my proofread!

Alaska shivered beneath the covers for what felt to be the hundredth time since she and Willam decided to call it a night. Alaska full well meant to head back to her own home but one bottle of wine turned into three and 7 PM quickly turned into 11:30 before either of them realized how late it was or how tipsy they had gotten. When Willam casually offered the guest bedroom, Alaska accepted it with a grateful smile. The thought of heading back to her own empty house after such a fun day with one of closest friends was more than a bit of let down. Lately she’d been feeling rather lonely as she paced around her house without even a dog or cat to keep her company. She never really noticed how empty her house truly was until she decided to take a short break between her slew of shows and appearances. Constantly touring easily allowed her to forget how alone she felt outside of work but now that she had time to herself, it was undeniable how much she needed other people around her to feel content. Willam had called her earlier that day and asked if she wanted to hang out at his studio while he filmed a few videos for Patreon and Youtube. Alaska jumped at the chance, grateful for both the distraction and the opportunity spend a little extra time with Willam. She loved watching him work, whether it was in front of a camera or behind, she got lost in the focused expression on his face as he became absorbed by whatever task he was working on. Though she loved when he went silent and meditative as he figured out an issue, she loved his laugh even more, ugly as it is at times. That look of pure joy on his face when he laughed at his own jokes, especially when accompanied by the seal-clap, never failed to make her smile. Easily her second favorite part of watching him shoot for Beatdown was the unique outfits he created for each episode. He always turned out a new look for each episode, even if he used the same wig mutliple times, you could always count on him to make it look brand new either with the style or by adding an accessory or extensions. Today’s episode also coincided with the filming for a ‘Paint Me Bitch’ with a queen Alaska had not yet heard of but shortly grew to appreciate their work. Said artist, whose name Alaska had missed due to arriving in the middle of shooting, had clearly done their homework and incorporated Willam’s signature color into the look they had crafted for him. The beat blended together the shades of blue Willam loved so much with a classy touch of silver and just enough sparkle to make Willam exclaim excitedly “I get glitter too? This is the best 'Paint Me Bitch’ ever!” Even the lips Willam had consented to allow the artist to paint on him showed off his fondness for cerulean and navy especially. Following the end of the filming for the day, Alaska was resigned to head back home and kill the remainder of the evening watching TV and maybe ordering takeout. She had begun gathering her belongings when Willam placed his hand gently over hers and started speaking. Her cheeks tinted just slightly at the contact and a smile broke out over her face when she realized Willam had asked if she wanted to head back to his place for pizza and drinks. She nodded enthusiastically and followed him back to his house outside the city with a jubilant grin. The rest of the night was spread out with good pizza, cheap wine, and whatever B-list movie caught their attention on Netflix. The pure simplicity of the evening’s pleasures was one Alaska would never trade for the world, especially if it meant sharing it her friend. When the queens had chanced to look at the clock during one of the movies, they found it was already after 11. Alaska had groaned at the thought of driving home so late and kicked herself mentally for forgetting to check the time for so long. She really hadn’t meant to keep Willam up so late, especially when he would be working again tomorrow but she was selfish and didn’t want to leave his side for as long as she had an excuse to stay. Reluctantly, she was beginning to say her 'goodbyes’ when the other queen asked if she wanted to finish the movie and stay over night in the guest room. By no means was it unusual for Alaska to sleep at Willam’s or vice versa, but it had never been as unplanned as this. Typically they had an idea of it early on in the day and made arrangments accordingly. Something about tonight’s stay made it seem just a bit more…intimate than previous visits. But like the clingy overgrown child she felt like sometimes, Alaska immediately agreed to her friend’s generosity and settled down on the couch again next to him. The remainder of the movie was a blur for Alaska who couldn’t shake the nervous feeling that had developed in her stomach. As the credits played, she helped Willam clean up the kitchen and living room and each retired to their respective bedrooms for the night. The first thing Alaska noticed when she opened the door was that the room seemed a few degrees colder than most areas of the house. The window had been left slightly ajar and figuring that was the obvious source of the temperature difference, she shut it and slipped between the sheets. To her annoyance, the room did not seem to get any warmer as the night went on. If anything it almost seemed colder without the balmy breeze floating through the mesh screen. Sighing, she got out of bed again and reopened the window. Thinking to herself that she better check on the AC in the room, she stood on her bed and peered into the vent directly above her. The fan was wide open blowing cold air into her face but even through squinting eyes, she could not figure how to close vent even a little. Biting her lip, she climbed back under the covers and tried to force herself to fall asleep. Every time she felt herself nodding off, the warm breeze from the window seemed to die out and the AC would quickly take its place. Despite how tightly she wrapped herself in the sheets, a blast of cold air always seemed to slip in and cause her to shiver. She eventually relented and left what little warmth the bed offered to search for extra blankets in the walk-in closet but she was left disappointed. Nothing! The hallway closet; also nothing! What the hell? She debated with herself for a full minute on checking with Willam to find out where he had hidden the blankets in this confusing house. She knew he was most likely passed out by now, but without at least one additional layer of protection between her and the cold, she was going to be awake all night freezing her ass off. Quietly, she made her way to Willam’s room and knocked gently on the door. When there was no answer after a few seconds, she softly called out his name and tapped on the door just a little bit harder. Still, there was no noise to be heard from inside the room and she shuffled awkwardly on her feet trying to decide how to handle the situation. It felt like crossing an unspoken barrier to open his door but Alaska didn’t know what else to do. She bit her lip again and tiptoed to the side of his bed. Now that she was closer, she tried whispering his name again…Not even a twitch. Alaska has always been prone overthinking and usually she knew how to combat it but right now her mind was slowly being consumed by the fear that something was not right with her friend. She swallowed the lump in her throat and called his name once more, keeping the volume just under her normal register. When there was still no visible response after 10 seconds, Alaska felt her heart drop to her stomach. Her hand was shaking as she reached over to touch Willam’s shoulder but immediately drew it back after her fingers brushed his skin. He was cold…colder than she had felt in her room standing directly beneath the fan and his lips were a pale blue in the moonlight. Her voice cracked as she cried out “Willam!” and shook his shoulder violently. There was no way this could be happening. Not her best friend! She didn’t know whether to cry or scream at him when she finally saw him reacting. He slowly came to, wiping the sleep from eyes and sitting up. “'Laska?” he slurred groggily as he tried bring his sluggish mind to working condition. Alaska let out a broken laugh of relief and clutched a hand over her pounding heart. Willam quickly took in the sight of his terrified friend and scurried to the end of the bed to catch her before she collapsed onto the floor. He gently sat her down on the edge and asked what was wrong. Her breathing was coming in spurts but he didn’t try to rush her for an explanation. Alaska saw the genuine concern in his eyes as he ran his hand in slow circles over her back while he waited for her to calm down. When she was finally well enough to speak, she frantically apologized for overreacting and waking up him like that. He brushed it aside without a second thought and asked again what had upset her. She had never felt more ashamed of herself than when she admitted that when she came in to ask about an extra blanket and didn’t see him react after trying to wake him, her mind had immediately plunged off the deep end to worst possible scenario. “Y-You were cold and you weren’t moving…I panicked…I’m sorry,” she whispered as she did her best to suppress another shiver. Willam cupped her cheek and wiped away a stray tear that had fallen as he told her, “Hey, don’t be. I’m glad you care enough to be that upset. Not a lot of people would be.” “You know that’s not true,” she laughed weakly. He gave a rueful smile and continued, “Seriously though, you don’t know how much it means to me to know you care that much. And I’m sorry too, I should have told you the AC here’s been a little wonky lately. Would’ve saved us this mess.” Alaska and Willam both let out a sickly relieved chuckle and leaned heavily against against each other. Cold or not, Alaska felt like she could fall asleep anywhere with how drained she felt at the moment. Drowsily, she whispered to Willam, “You’re lips are blue…” “Still? Washed my face twice already…” he muttered distractedly as he wiped his fingers over them. His eyebrows shot up slightly as he discovered that pigment was indeed still present on his lips. Absently, he said to himself, “I gotta find out what that bitch used on me…could suck dick in a hurricane with that shit.” Alaska cracked up at the statement and clutched Willam’s arm to keep herself steady. He’d probably never admit it to anyone but even with her tear-stained face and puffy eyes, when he watched her laugh after that incident, he’d swear he’d never seen her look more beautiful than she did right now. Carefully, he tilted her chin up and kissed her forehead. “Thanks for always caring about me…” Her cheeks flared at the atypical show of affection from the older queen but her heart felt close to bursting as she murmured quietly, “Anytime…” They stayed frozen like that for a few moments before Willam broke the silence. “If you still want extra blankets, they’re down in the laundry room…but you’re welcome to share the bed with me…” he offered with a tinge of hope in his voice. “I’d like that…” Alaska replied shyly. Willam skillfully rearranged himself to allow Alaska to slid in comfortably amongst the sheets on the spacious bed. Without hesitation, he pulled her close to him and ghosted his lips over hers. “Can I?” he asked tentatively, praying he had not misread the signals. Alaska felt like she was on cloud nine when she heard him ask and nodded before swiftly closing the distance herself. They worked their lips together in perfect synchrony, both just content to let the kiss relay their true emotions. When they broke apart each saw only the fondness and admiration in the other’s eyes that they had so longed for. There’d be plenty of time to explore the relationship further the next day, for now all that mattered was spending the night holding onto the person they cared about the most.