#your gonna take the word of the show runners over the author?

[coffeebooksrain18]

The way I've seen people say shit like "well he's entitled to his Headcanon I guess." As they're talking about GrrM as he talks about HIS STORY! Like it's not a Headcanon my guy, it's the author telling you the facts. You don't need to like it, but that doesn't change the facts.

[sinfulcries]

iwaizumi or suna getting fucked in a confessional by priest reader please!

our father — iwaizumi x male reader

authors notes: new writing style again aha . literally so pissed that ive been vent writing a lot recently. so here’s a work that was birthed from it. stan ‘tennis’ and stream “runner”

tw. sacrilege, corruption, unethical practices, penance, cum eating, breeding, dubcon, noncon undertones, manhandling, virginity loss, power imbalance, manipulation, rough sex, age gap (10+ years), sex in a confessional

Iwaizumi was pure. Innocent and almost too blind to see just how corrupt the world actually was. With how he sat quietly in front of you, the thin barrier of the confessional’s walls making it hard to see his rather adorable expression-- He was just too cute not to toy with.

“Bless me Father for I have sinned,” The boy started, taking a deep breath before continuing. “My last confession was 8 months ago.” You merely hummed attentively, signalling him to confess his sins.

“I-- Father, this is a bit embarrassing…” It was cute the way he tripped over his words and you could vaguely see him fidgeting nervously through the other side of the wall. “It’s alright Iwaizumi-san. Please continue.”

With another shaky breath, Iwaizumi whispered, “I-Ive touched m-myself somewhere I wasn’t s-supposed to be touching....”

Was he that innocent? The thought alone made you grin mischievously wanting to corrupt the boy’s sweet innocence. “If you knew that it was wrong, then why’d you do it?”

The brunette’s clammy hands went to cup his face embarrassedly, and he could barely make out your wide grin through the wall. “My f-friends told me t-that it would feel good, I-I’m sorry father.”

“Well,” You started, licking your lips before continuing. “I need to make sure you have the spiritual guidance you need to get through a time like this.”

Iwaizumi keened at your words, Eyes shining hopefully as he sighed in relief thanking the Lord for giving him such a kind priest to guide him with his sins. “S-Spiritual guidance…?”

With a curt nod you responded, “Jesus Christ merits special attention for you to be guided.” Iwaizumi was more so confused however he was more than willing to receive this special attention!

“What do I do now father?” He asked, letting out an embarrassed sign once he heard the faint sound of your chuckling through the other side of the small space. “Kindly leave the confessional and sit beside me.”

Without another word, The boy complied obediently, Turning the knob of his door to exit towards your side. Iwaizumi’s gut was telling him not to trust you but how could he not? God wouldn’t abandon him! He gave him such an attractive priest to trust!

Now that he was beside you, He shifted his leg awkwardly away from yours, Avoiding your gaze. “Get on your knees and pray.” You instructed and Iwaizumi did exactly just that, clasping his hands together as he started chanting the hail mary loud and clear.

“Yeah that’s it keep praying, son. God will forgive you.” You mused watching him shut his eyes tighter, chanting the prayer much louder than before. Hajime could hear the sound of your belt unbuckling and your trousers hitting the floor however he payed no mind to it, continuing to pray before he felt the smooth head of your cock rubbing against his lip.

“What are you—mmf!” The boy was cut off as you shoved your cock into his mouth, grabbing him by the back of his head— forcing him to take every inch. You could see the panic in the boy’s eyes and your cock only twitched seeing just how helpless he was against you. “Shh, Don’t fight it little one. This is part of your penance.”

Iwaizumi trusted you. He wanted to be cleansed of his sins— and he would do anything just for God to forgive him again, even if it meant having his priest cleanse him in a way that made him feel so filthy.

As you gripped the back of the teens head, pushing him in to take more of your cock, You started to hold him in place— Thrusting into his mouth as you felt your high approaching.

“With how pretty you look just like this I’m sure God will save you.” You moaned breathlessly watching Iwaizumi sucking eagerly on your cock. Your hand which was previously situated on the males head was now on his cheek, lulling him in closer as you spilled your load inside of him.

Iwaizumi obediently swallowed the salty seed, gulping every last drop down his throat as you peered down at him, smiling at the sight of his teary eyes. “Good job. You’re one step closer to being forgiven.”

At this rate, Iwaizumi was bound to comply with every word that escaped your mouth. His trust was growing with each word you spoke and he could only obey as you ordered him to turn around— Taking off his underwear to show you his plump little ass.

“Fuck— How beautiful.” You cooed, giving his ass a harsh spank, watching the flesh jiggle teasingly against your length. “Father, I-I... C-Can God forgive me n-now?” The shorter man murmured shyly.

You gave a hum in response, lifting his tiny body with ease before pushing him against the confessional’s walls, Pushing your tip against his puffy hole before bottoming out.

A pained gasp left the teens lips and he could only sob as you pushed in more of you thick length inside of him. It was so painful! Was this really necessary for God to forgive him? Nevertheless, Iwaizumi was one good and faithful little boy, and his faith in God would never waver no matter how hard it was for him to take it.

A raspy moan left your lips as you started to fuck into Iwaizumi’s hole, a flurry of moans escaping his throat every time your tip brushed against his prostate. “Pray, little boy. Tell God how sorry you are.”

“I-I— Ahn~! sssso—rr ah!” He was a dumb mess, eyes crossed together lewdly as he recited random gibberish. It almost seemed like a memorized prayer with how dedicated he was trying to apologise, but you knew he was trying to tell you just how good your cock felt inside of him.

“Oh God Hajime— You’re gonna feel so much of God’s love inside of you.” Biting against the expanse of his neck, You cupped his leaking cock before continuing. “You’re gonna have so much of God’s love in you that it’s gonna be dripping out of your tight lil cunt.”

[iwillbeinmynest]

Safer Behind It - Newt x Reader(f)

Authors Notes: Well here it is my first Maze Runner fic! Hopefully y'all like it, or at least don’t hate it. This is based on moments from The Scorch Trials (book). Bold words are direct quotes from the book. I do not take any credit for Dashner’s work.

Word Count: 1.7k

Notes/Warnings: mentions of injuries, mentions of violence, mentions of trauma (from the maze), some fluff and angst if you look hard enough.

Masterlist

 Jorge found them after the lightning storm. Eleven new faces in the building on the outskirts of town. You listened as Jorge gave them the rundown of how things were going to go. When he called for the rest of you, you followed Brenda close.

You and Brenda hadn’t known each other too long but she was good and you trusted Jorge more than anything.

One of the new kids- a boy with dark hair- asked for a few minutes with Jorge.

“Me and you,” The kid begged. He stood over another boy who looked like he had been fried by lightning. Maybe he had, that storm was brutal.

“Ten minutes. Alone. That’s all I ask.” He went on.

You were surprised when Jorge agreed. He must have seen something in the kid you didn’t.

He told you and the others to watch this new group and to kill them if they made any moves. You knew he was being dramatic, adding the threat of death to remind the other Cranks behind you that he was in charge.

One of the boys you were supposed to be watching caught your eye. He was blonde and thin. He had a limp - you’d noticed it as he walked over and checked on the others in his group.

Brenda caught you staring at him. “Careful, Y/N.” She said quietly so the Cranks couldn’t hear her.

You rolled your eyes. “I can handle myself.”

“He’s not gonna like it if you don’t keep up the facade.”

“What’s he gonna do, have you run me through?” You tested.

You saw the twitch of a smirk at the corner of her mouth. “Just don’t be stupid.”

 You tugged up on the thin, tan, scarf that covered your nose and mouth. You didn’t like it to be down.

You walked over to the limping boy. You say boy, but really he was near your age if not a bit older. “You need to sit down,” you told him.

He looked at you carefully. “I’m just making sure these guys are alright.”

His voice sounded funny but you kinda liked it.

“I’m not going to ask again.” you drew the makeshift dagger you had from where it usually was sheathed at your lower back.

 He sighed but sat on the hard concrete next to the fried boy. He pulled a knee to his chest and mumbled, “Bloody shank girl.”

You smirked at that.

“What’s your name?” You asked him.

He looked up at you and there was no hiding the annoyance in his eyes. “Newt.”

“Newt?” You almost laughed. “Like the lizard?”

The boy next to him chuckled.

“No.” Newt huffed. “Like Issac Newton.”

 “I think I like my reason better, lizard boy.”

“Hey!” One of the Cranks behind you caught your attention. It was an older man, you didn’t know his name but you knew you didn’t like him. “What are you talkin’ so much about?”

“None of your business, old man.” You turned to him and left no room for him to think you might be afraid of him, which you weren’t.

“Back off, Murph.” Brenda said calmly as she whacked the flat side of her machete on his chest. “Let her have some fun before we rip them to shreds.”

It seemed to tide him over and he walked away but not before he stared you down again.

You rolled your eyes when his back was turned and exhaled a silent groan. You looked to Brenda.

She had her eyebrows raised and was clearly waiting for you to say,

“Thank you.” You muttered.

“Mhm.” She grinned. You knew she’d never say it out loud but she was starting you like having you around.

You turned back to Newt and crouched down, your sharpened letter opener gripped tightly in your hand. “So, tell me, Newt, What brings you out into the Scorch?”

“Don’t tell her klunk, dude.” The burnt boy said with spunk.

“I bet you’re the fun one.” You teased him, “You look like garbage. What happened to you?”

“He got struck by lightning,” Newt answered, “Or close to it anyways.”

“Yikes.” You responded. You’d been right.

“Didn’t even hurt.” He lied.

“Shuck off, Minho. You’re not fooling anyone.” Newt rolled his eyes.

“Screw you, man.” Minho all but pouted.

 “Why do you cover your face?” Newt asked, ignoring his friend. “No sun in here.”

You paused but tried to cover it and said, “So you don’t get distracted by how pretty I am.”

He smirked at that.

He had a nice smile. It lit up his eyes.

You stood up quickly and walked back to Brenda. Why did you care what his smile was like?

“You good?” She asked low again.

“Fine.” You lied. Actually you were scared by how much you were starting to like Newt. No sense in hurting yourself by getting attached.

Jorge and the dark haired boy reappeared from down the back hall.

Jorge told everyone that he, Brenda and yourself were going to take these few to get some food and that you’d all meet back up at the tower.

You didn’t know what he was planning but it had to be something, because he was putting on quite a show. He mentioned cutting off Minho’s fingers for punching him earlier and you honestly thought he might be serious about that part.

The other Cranks left and you walked behind Brenda as she led the way to the tunnels where you had hid the stash of food.

You helped pass out cans of food and watched as Brenda sat by Thomas - you’d recently learned his name.

You looked around, wondering where to settle amongst these new boys and found Newt looking at you.

“Here goes nothin’” you muttered to yourself beneath your mask.

You made your way over and sat against the wall beside him.

“Enjoying the meal?” You asked. He sure looked like he was.

He nodded, mouth full of cold beans.

“When was the last time you ate?” You realized that he, and everyone else that he’d come with, were eating like they’d been starved.

“Not but a few days ago,” He said when he’d finally swallowed. “But we were out in that bloody heat for so long.” His eyes stared into nothing for a moment and you could tell he was reliving something awful.

“How long were you actually out there?”

“Three, four, five days,” he asked himself. “I’m not sure.”

“Where did you come from?”

“You ask a lot of questions.” He returned to the present and out of the bad memories he’d been replaying. You watched him plaster on a smirk.

There was that smile again. You were glad your cheeks were covered because you were pretty sure you were blushing.

“Do I get to ask you any?”

You nodded, “Sure.”

“Why do you wear that over your face?” He repeated.

“Why do you care?”

His head ticked to the side. You’d asked another question.

You relented. “I already told you.”

“But we both know that wasn’t the truth.” He said before taking another bite.

You sombered and sighed. You were trying to find the words.

“I only partly lied.” You finally said.

 Newt stopped eating and shocked you with what he said next. “I’m sorry. It’s none of my business if you don’t want to talk about it.”

It was so...considerate of him to say that. It had been a long time since anyone other that Jorge was considerate to you. Even Brenda was harsh when you’d met her and she still makes comments about it.

The look in your eyes must have revealed something to him.

“You really don’t have to tell me.”

For some reason you did, though. Maybe it was his soft voice, maybe it was the random kindness he’d displayed, but suddenly, you wanted to show him. Almost like a test to see if he was genuinely kind at heart.

You slipped your index finger under the cloth near your nose but before you pulled it down you said, “Just...brace yourself.”

You pulled the mask down below your chin, revealing the angry red scar that ran from your upper lip, just below your nose, all the way to your ear, which had a notch missing from it.

Newt barely flinched. He just looked at you.

Your scar had healed thick which made it distort your lip slightly.

“When I was first sent here, after finding out I had the Flare, a crank attacked me with a shard of glass. He got me pretty good but Jorge was there and he saved me. He couldn’t do much to make me look better, though.” You pulled your mask back up. “Most people just stare at it, instead of me. So, I cover it up.”

“You shouldn’t.” He offered a hint of a smile as he switched to his second can of food. “Nothing wrong with the way you look.”

You sat stunned.

“I broke my leg in three places. That’s why I have a limp. Do you only see the limp when you look at me?” He asked.

You shook your head, unable to think of anything to say.

He shrugged his shoulders. “See?”

 You bit down a smile that threatened to spread across your mouth. Good thing your mask was on.

“I’m sorry I called you lizard boy.” You felt bad for teasing him, now.

“Don’t worry about it. I’ve been called worse.”

The two of you sat in silence for a short while. Then, you wondered something.

“What’s a shank?”

He chuckled, “Just something we say. Why?”

“Back in the building you called me a ‘bloody shank girl’.”

His cheeks flushed and he stared down at the can he was eating from. “Sorry.”

“So, shank isn’t nice then?”

“Depends…” He smirked, almost embarrassed he’d said that about you.

“And here I thought you were soft.”

He looked at you. “Nope, just wrong on occasion.”

“I’m Y/N, by the way.” You suddenly realized you’d never told him your name and now you wanted him to know it. To say it.

“Nice to meet you, Y/N.” He paused a moment before adding, “ I have a feeling I won’t regret it.” He glanced over at you again.

“You won’t.” You promised.

 *   *   *   *   *   *   *   *

TMR Tags: 

@mo320 

[luke-patterson-owns-my-soul]

Unsaid Emily

Title: Unsaid Emily - Charlie x Reader

Words: 4,698

Summary: Y/N is one of the songwriters working on Julie and the Phantoms and cowrote Unsaid Emily. When she has to work with Charlie, sparks fly.

Requested: Only by my idiot brain

TW: None

Author’s notes: I mean no offence to the writers of Unsaid Emily, but I needed it to be this way. Also, I know Charlie just got his car, but it fit my timeline.  I hope you like it.

Credit: @nikascott​

Receiving the call from Netflix to write a song for a kids’ TV show about a ghost band, you were hesitant, but your friend Dan talked you into it. You had written as a duo before – you wrote lyrics while he conjured up what you personally considered the most beautiful melodies – but this job was just for you. 

The brief you’d been given by the show runners didn’t give much away. A song for a runaway son to perform for his estranged mother after his death. The only other information given was that his mother’s name is Emily. Usually, you like vague briefs such as this, but without knowing more, you struggle. 

After speaking to one of the showrunners, you’re invited to meet the writers for more information, so you drive down to where the legendary Kenny Ortega is putting the cast through their paces at a band bootcamp. You’ve worked with Kenny before, so when you arrive, he welcomes you with a smile and a hug before the two of you disappear to discuss the song you’re struggling with. 

“Why don’t I introduce you to Charlie who’s playing Luke. He’s had intensive discussions with the writers and myself about his character and may have some insight on what kind of things Luke would want to say to his mom.” Kenny suggests rather than only speaking to the writers. 

“That would be great, but only if you can spare him for a few minutes.” 

“It’s not a problem. Hey, come and grab some lunch with me, I’ll introduce you, and then you can get the information you need.” You loved Kenny and wanted to write the best possible song for his show you could. Standing, you grab your bag before following him out and over to catering. 

As soon as Kenny enters the large room, he’s called out to and waved at. With a wide smile, he responds to everyone as the two of you grab some food and sit at an empty table. While you eat, you discuss the show, and Kenny’s hopes for it. 

“It may be aimed at a younger demographic, but I want it to appeal to all ages.” He stated as you’re joined by a group of kids so good looking, they can only be the cast. “Hey guys, this is Y/N. She’s one of the songwriters we’ve commissioned. Charlie, once you’ve finished up with lunch, could you spare her ten minutes to chat with her about Luke?” The cast members all say hi before returning to their food. It’s clear to you they’re all creating friendships as they laugh together. But Charlie isn’t getting involved as he looks at you. You can’t help but stare at the actor as his hazel eyes lock onto yours, a small smile on his face as he nods. 

“Sure, no problem.” He smiles wider and you almost choke on your food. Kenny looks over at you, a strange smile on his face. 

:: :: 

“Hi, you needed to talk to me?” Charlie moves along the table once everyone has left to get back to work. You look over at him, noticing how young he looks. From what Kenny’s told you about the cast, you’re not much older than him, but with his short hair and boyish smile, he looks a lot younger than he is. 

“Hey, yeah. I just want some insight into the character of Luke.” 

“Which song are you writing?” He asks, genuinely interested. He leans his chin on his hand waiting for you to answer. 

“The one he writes for his mom after he runs away.” 

“Oh, wow. Tough break.” You can’t help but laugh. 

“Yeah, I guess.” 

You pull a notebook out of you bag and open it to a page where you’d scribbled some questions about the character. 

For half an hour, the two of you sit, chatting about the show, about Charlie’s character, and by the time you finish up, you’re pretty satisfied that you can head home and make the song work. After thanking Charlie for his time, you pack your notebook away, ready to go out to your car and drive home. 

“Do you fancy coming and watching a rehearsal before you leave?” He asks, rubbing at the back of his neck with his hand. You really shouldn’t, you need to get back home to start working, but you’re intrigued by him. Throughout your talk, you were impressed with the passion he has for both music and acting, but more than anything, the character he’s going to be portraying. 

“Sure, but I can’t stay long. I have a song to write for you.” You grin as you follow him out of catering and into the rehearsal space. Immediately, Kenny calls you over where he’s sat with the young girl playing the lead role. She’s listening to a piece of music you don’t recognize. 

“All good?” He asks when you join him. 

“Great. I should be able to get a rough cut over to you by the end of the week. Is that okay?” 

“Fabulous, I look forward to hearing what you come up with. Ready to see these amazing kids rock out before you go?” 

“Am I ever.” 

“Guys, let’s run through Now or Never.” Kenny calls out. Charlie and his bandmates grab their instruments while the young girl you now know as Madison turns the music off and leaves the stage area. 

As the three guys rock out, you can’t help but watch Charlie. He’s a natural lead singer who commands the stage, even in rehearsal, and you know his fanbase is going to explode once the show airs. You take note of his singing range, mentally adding it to the notes you made earlier. 

“Kenny, you’re onto a winner with this show,” you tell the director as the song ends. “I’m gonna head out and get started. I’ll let you know once we have something for you.” 

Kenny hugs you before turning his attention back to the actors and starts directing them to lead into another track as you exit the room. As you reach your car, you hear footsteps behind you. 

“Y/N, are you leaving?” You turn to see Charlie standing behind you. 

“I have a song to write, the final one y’all need if I might add.” You smile at him, pulling your keys out of your bag. 

“I can’t wait to hear it.” 

“Well, I better make it a great track then, huh?” Your words made Charlie grin widely again and you couldn’t help but think how beautiful it was. 

“You’re the only one to ask about the characters, so I have no doubt it’ll be amazing.” 

His words didn’t surprise you. You were a bit of a method songwriter, needing to get into the correct headspace when writing emotional songs. 

“Let’s hope I don’t disappoint.” You bit at your lip as the ever-familiar seed of doubt began to grow in your mind. It happened every time, but you always managed to ignore it. 

“I’m sure you won’t. Hey, I was wondering if you’d let me hear it before you send it to Kenny.” That did surprise you. You’d been hired by Netflix, yet the lead actor was asking you to share something with him first. 

“Er… I’m not sure if I’m allowed. I mean, what if they don’t like it and don’t use it?” 

“Oh, right. Okay. Anyway, it was nice to meet you.” He held out his hand for you to shake. When your hand was in his, he lifted it and placed a soft kiss against your knuckles. A flicker of heat shot up your arm and your eyes shot to lock onto his. Judging by how wide they were, he’d felt it too. Eventually, you withdrew your hand from his, even though you didn’t particularly want to. 

“You too. Good luck with the show.” Unlocking your car, you climbed in, and started the engine. With one last look at Charlie as you pulled the door closed, you forced yourself to pull out of the parking lot and drive away. 

:: ::

          |@charles_gillespie started following you

 You stared at the notification on your Instagram account. It had been two days since your trip to meet up with Kenny and the cast – well, Charlie in particular – and you’d been working hard on the song. Intrigued, you clicked onto his profile and scrolled through his photos. He clearly loved the outdoors and spent a lot of time hiking or camping. You can’t help but smile when you see photos of him with his family and friends. 

You follow him back and put your phone down to pick your guitar back up to continue working. 

         |@charles_Gillespie sent you a message 

Hey 

Hi 

The app indicated Charlie was typing, then he wasn’t, then typing again, but no message came through. Shrugging, you put your phone back down and continued working. You had a title, a melody, and had almost finished the lyrics. It was full of emotion and if asked, you’d totally admit you had cried more than once while writing it. 

How’s the song coming? Another message from Charlie. It made you smile, but you needed to finish working. You turned your phone off and focused. 

Finally, the song was finished. All you needed to do was to record a rough cut to send over to Kenny and the writer so they could see if it needed any amendments before sending over the final version along with the chords and lyrics. You head into the tiny studio you have set up in your apartment and record the song. It takes three takes for you to get through it without crying, but once you do, you send it straight over and stop working for the night. 

Turning your phone back on, it buzzes insanely with a slew of notifications. Friends checking up on you, your parents inviting you to dinner, an email from Kenny telling you they love the rough cut and asking you to send a cleaner copy tomorrow, and a couple of messages from Charlie on Instagram. Now you’re able to respond properly, you open the app. 

Sorry if I’m disturbing you. 

I hope the song’s going well. 

Hey, sorry. I turned my phone off while I was finishing up. Kenny has the rough cut, so I’m about to chill out and watch a movie. Hope all is well at bootcamp. 

You worry the message you reply with is overly formal, but it’s too late as it’s showing as being seen. You busy yourself making some food and picking out a movie to watch. Settling on your couch to watch the first To All the Boys movie, your phone begins to buzz. 

Charlie 👅🍀

Instagram video 

With a slightly trembling finger, you accept the call and soon Charlie’s face fills half of your screen. 

“Hey, Y/N.” he smiles brightly at you. 

“Hey.” You’re a little confused about why he’s calling you, but you decide to go with it. 

“Kenny played me the rough cut of Unsaid Emily. I just wanted to tell you it’s beautiful and I can’t wait to sing it.” 

“Thanks, I’m glad everyone seems to like it.” 

“Y/N, we didn’t just like it, we all loved it. So many people were crying when they heard it.” 

“I would apologize, but my mom taught me not to tell lies.” His laugh burst out of the speaker on your phone. 

“Don’t, it’s great. It’s gonna be a great addition to the show.” 

You grab the remote for the TV to turn the volume down as the film you’d picked to watch was starting. 

“Hey, what movie are you watching?” he asks when you apologize for the interruption. 

“Oh, To All the Boys I’ve Loved Before.” You can’t help but notice he scrunches up his face, and you also can’t help but notice how adorable it looks. “What was that face for?” 

“I didn’t think you’d be a chick flick kinda girl…” 

“Oh, I don’t watch it for the story.” You can’t help but laugh as he tries to work out what you mean. 

“What’s the point of watching it then?” 

“Because Noah Centineo’s pretty to look at.” You don’t add the fact he’s not as pretty as Charlie. It’s not exactly something you can admit on a first Instagram video call – not that you’re expecting there to be more. 

“I’m not going to disagree, but is he prettier than me?” You laugh and roll your eyes at him. 

“I’m not going to answer that question on the grounds that I barely know you.” 

“I can see you blushing, Y/N. I think you think I’m prettier, but don’t want to admit it to my face.” He’s full on laughing now and you can’t help but join in. 

“Carry on teasing me, I’ll end this call.” You threaten, making his eyes widen slightly. 

“I’m sorry. So, tell me about yourself?” You see him getting comfortable on what looks like a bed. He’s soon lying sideways on the screen in front of you. You decide to mimic him, propping your phone against a glass candle holder on the table next to you. You lie on your side facing both your phone and the TV. 

“What do you want to know?” 

“Well, for starters, how old are you?” 

“I’m twenty-five. You?” 

“Twenty-one.” 

For two hours, the two of you throw questions back and forth as the movie comes to an end without you noticing. 

“Do you think you’ll come to set?” He asks you, surprising you. 

“I think it’s doubtful. Once I record a cleaner version of Unsaid Emily, my job’s done. I’m not needed anymore.” 

“Oh…” Did you detect a hint of disappointment in his voice? No, you didn’t. 

“Well, this has been fun, Charles Jeffrey Gillespie, but I have an appointment in the morning, and I really need to get some sleep.” You sit up, take hold of your phone, and walk out of the lounge to your bedroom. 

“Taking me to bed, already? Haven’t even had to buy you dinner.” Charlie jokes, making you roll your eyes at him. “Okay. Maybe we can do this again? Bootcamp lasts for a while longer yet, then we’re going to film in Vancouver.” 

“That would be great. And thanks again for being nice about the song.” You both say your goodbyes and once the call has ended, you collapse back on to your bed, unsure exactly what has happened. 

:: :: 

It’s been three months since you had Unsaid Emily accepted by the show, and in that time you and Charlie have video called on Instagram a few times, but you’re both crazy busy. You’re working on a score for a videogame while he’s finished up with bootcamp and has relocated to Vancouver to start filming. The entire time, neither of you suggested meeting up even though you both lived in L.A. 

You’re just leaving your parent’s home when your phone rings in your bag. Not recognizing the number on screen, you debate not answering it, but brush your thumb across the screen anyway. 

“Hello?” 

“Y/N? It’s Kenny. Are you okay to talk?” 

“Hi Kenny, I’ve always got time for you.” You hear him laugh down the phone. “What can I do for you Mr. Ortega?” 

“I was wondering, because you did such a great job with Unsaid Emily, if you’d like to come on set to watch it being filmed? See how we’ve adapted it?” Well, that wasn’t what you expected to hear. 

“I’d love to. When do you film?” 

“The day after tomorrow. I’m sorry it’s all so last minute, but I’ve been busy.” 

“I can just about manage it. I’ll book a flight when I get back home, then I’ll message you for directions to the studio.” 

“Sounds great. See you soon, and I really think you’ll love what we’ve done with the song.” You reassure him you will and end the call and get into your car to drive home. 

After juggling a few things around, you’re able to book a flight to Vancouver for the next afternoon. When You message Kenny, he reassures you there’ll be a car waiting for you. You decide to book a hotel for two nights and a flight back the next day. You’ve never been to a TV set, and don’t know how long these things take. As you pack an overnight bag, you realize you’re excited, not only about seeing your work come to life, but seeing Charlie again, in the flesh. 

:: :: 

Arriving in Vancouver, you walked through the airport and out into the arrivals lounge, looking for the driver Kenny had sent to pick you up. You were able to bypass having to wait for your luggage thanks to only having a small carry-on bag so made it through the crowds pretty quickly. When you emerged, you saw a row of drivers holding signs, but none had your name on. Deciding to find somewhere to sit and call Kenny, you move past the drivers in black suits. Directly in front of you is Charlie wearing a wide grin. 

“Hey you. Moonlighting as a chauffeur to make ends meet?” You tease as you approach him. He surprises you by pulling you into a hug. 

“It’s weird not seeing your face on a small screen.” He jokes as he leads you outside, taking your bag from you. You can’t help but notice he’s been working out and his biceps are looking impressive. Well, you knew he had anyway thanks to his constant posting on Instagram, and from your video calls, but seeing it up close makes your mouth go dry. 

“I’ve had to put make-up on. No filters in real life, Gillespie.” He rolled his eyes at you as he unlocked his car, an orange Nissan Juke.

 “Some car there…” You struggle to hold in a laugh and his mock hurt look. 

“Look, it may not be pretty, but it’s great for camping and heading out of town to go hiking.” He was almost pouting when he finished speaking. 

“Okay, okay. I give in.” you climb into the car. “Why aren’t you on set?” 

“I wasn’t needed for a couple of hours, so I offered to come and meet you. I have to be back once you’re checked in at your hotel. Sorry it’s a bit of a rush.” 

“Don’t worry about it. I can go out sightseeing while you’re working hard.” You grin at him. “I’ve never been to Vancouver, or Canada, before.” 

“You’ve clearly lived a very sheltered life.” He’s teasing so you just stick your tongue out at him before turning your attention out of the window as Charlie maneuvered the car out of the parking lot. “Have you even left California?” Again with the teasing. 

“Not only have I left the state, but I’ve also even left the country.” 

“That’s cool, where did you go?” 

“I studied in London for a year, then I backpacked around Europe for another, before coming home and becoming a functioning member of society.” 

“That’s actually pretty awesome. I’d love to do that, just travel around for a year and get to see so many amazing places.” There’s a look in his eyes you recognize. Wanderlust. 

Before long, Charlie’s pulling up outside your hotel and helping you out of the car. 

“I would make sure you get checked in okay, but I need to jet. I’m sorry, shall we meet up later, I can introduce you to the rest of the cast.” 

“That would be great. Message me so I know when to be ready and where to meet y’all.” He agrees, places a soft kiss against your cheek and gets back into the car. You watch him drive away before going to check in. 

:: :: 

When you took the job of writing a song for a TV show, you never expected to find yourself out to dinner with the cast of said show, watching them do karaoke. All of them have included you, which made you feel as if you’re part of their circle, despite their many in jokes and stories from set. Madison greeted you like an old friend, telling you she’d head a lot about you from Charlie. That surprised you because you hardly knew him beyond the few video calls you’d had. 

“He talks about you all the time, and Owen says he can hear his side of the conversations. He teases him about it all the time.” You stare at her, confused. 

“That’s crazy. We hardly know each other.” 

“Doesn’t stop feelings from happening.” She laughs at you, before dragging you up to perform with her. 

The entire evening is a blast, but you all have to call it a night early thanks to their early call to set. You plan to call an uber back to your hotel, but Charlie insists on making sure you get back safe. As you say goodbye to the others, Madison give you a look you don’t even attempt to try and decipher. 

“Thanks for tonight, I had a great time. You’re lucky you guys are so close.” You tell Charlie as your uber moves through the dark streets. 

“Yeah, they’re great and we’re like a family. I know it sounds corny and cliché, but it’s the truth. I think that’s why Kenny set up bootcamp. It makes going to work so much easier.” 

Silence falls over you, but it’s a comfortable one, and all too soon, you’re pulling up outside your hotel. 

“Thanks for making sure I got back safe.” You say as you get ready to climb out of the car. Charlie surprises you by following you. “Oh, you don’t need to see me inside, I’m a big girl.” 

“I know, but my mom would kill me if I didn’t. I was taught to make sure pretty girls got home safe.” You laugh but are filled with warmth at him calling you pretty. 

“I bet you use that line on all the girls.” You give him a nudge with your shoulder which makes him laugh. 

“Not really.” He holds out his elbow for you to tuck your hand through as he walks into the building. 

Once you’re outside your room, you turn to face him and thank him for inviting you out again. 

“It was a pleasure. I just hope you had a good time.” 

“I really did. I’ll see you in the morning, then.” 

“Yeah, see you.” 

:: :: 

The following morning, you’re up at what feels like the crack of dawn. You’re regretting the shots you had the night before as you climb into an uber to head over to the studio. The closer you get, the more excited you become. You’ve seen your songs brought to life on screen before, but you’ve never been there for the filming. 

As you climb out of your car, you hear someone call out your name. You turn to see Madison and her dad walking toward you. 

“Hey Y/N. How are you feeling after last night?” She asks, giggling slightly. You’re more than a little jealous of the fact she’s a minor and is unable to drink any alcohol. 

“A bit delicate, but nothing a strong coffee won’t cure.” You smile as she introduces you to her dad as the three of you walk inside. They stay with you as you’re signed in and given a visitor’s pass. 

“What do you know about this scene you’re watching today?” Madison asks you as you follow her through the hallways. 

“Not a lot if I’m honest. I know a little background to the song and Luke as a character, but nothing else.” 

“Woah, you’re in for a treat. I hope you didn’t wear any eye make-up.” Mr. Reyes laughs at his daughter’s words as you reach the catering tent. The aroma of coffee is calling you. “Well, I’ll see you soon, I’m first in hair and make-up.” The young girl gives you a tight hug and leaves you to fuel your need for caffeine. 

By the time you’ve finished your drink, and a bagel, the tent is filling up around you. You spot Kenny entering and he makes a beeline for you. 

“Y/N, it’s so good to see you again.” 

“Thanks for having me. I’m honored to be invited. I know this is a bit unusual.” 

“Honey, you don’t need to thank me. It was this guy’s idea.” He stepped aside to reveal Charlie, in full Luke costume. 

“Oh…” 

:: :: 

Standing next to Kenny, you’re silent as the opening bars to your song start to play. A lump has already gathered in your throat as you watch Charlie as Luke singing to his mother who can’t see him. You knew it was an emotional song, but hearing it sung live and in context of the show, you can’t quite believe it’s yours. 

You know they have some scenes to film that will be cut into the scene, but you can’t help being mesmerized by the tone of Charlie’s voice as he sings a song of regret. 

You feel tears pricking at your eyes as rounds a corner of the set, belting out the final pre chorus, the rasp to his voice, and tears flowing down his face. Kenny takes a look at you and grabs hold of your hand, giving it a squeeze. 

“You did good.” He compliments you. Wiping at your eyes, hoping your mascara isn’t running, you shake your head. 

“No, that was all him.” Once filming’s over, you make an excuse to Kenny and head outside for some fresh air. You’re feeling overwhelmed and in awe of what they’ve done with your song. 

“Are you okay?” Charlie’s voice is soft as he walks up to stand next to you. 

“I’m fine, just a bit overwhelmed. I never expected it to… to be that good.” You realize you could have offended him and begin to stumble over your words. “Not that I mean… you’ve got an amazing voice, and you injected so much hurt and pain into the song. It sounded better than I ever imagined it to.” 

You feel like a bumbling idiot and turn away from Charlie so he can’t see the embarrassment on your face. He moves to stand directly in front of you, using his hand to gently lift your chin so you have nowhere else to look but directly into his eyes. 

“If the song wasn’t right, I wouldn’t have been able to do what I just did, so it’s all on you too.” It feels as if his hazel eyes are looking deep into your soul. 

“Thank you.” You finally accept a compliment, making him smile. “Can I ask you something?” 

“Sure.” 

“Why did you ask for me to be here today?” 

“Because the moment I heard the rough cut of Unsaid Emily I felt it was only right you be here. There something in your lyrics and melody that will truly have an affect on the audience, and I felt you needed to see that for yourself.” He suddenly let go of you and looked away. 

“Why do I feel like there’s an ‘and’ coming?” 

“And… the moment I heard that rough cut, I needed to know more about you. That’s why I followed you on Insta and started the video calls. I needed to know you.” 

You don’t know what to say, not that there’s time for you to. Charlie looks back at you, places his hands on your waits, and bends his head to capture your lips in a soft kiss. It’s quick, but gets your pulse racing. He pulls away, slowly. 

“Is Noah Centineo still prettier than me?” 

You laugh before crushing your lips against is again, this time not so softly.

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Once Bitten, Twice Shy - Chapter 1 - The Maze Runner Newt Fic

Request from Anonymous: Hello!! I was wondering if you could do a Newt (TMR) imagine where the read and Newt have been dating for awhile and a new shebean comes (other than Teresa) and then Newt secretly cheats on the reader with the new shebean but all the other graders know and try to tell the reader but the reader refuses to listen, she later finds out and then it just becomes SUPER deep and sad from there. Please and thank you xx

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Word Count: 3.2k

A drop of sweat trickled down your neck to your spine as you waited for the Box to rise. Newt was to your left, standing tall, staring down at the elevator. He had a hand on the small of your back. It was a little gesture, something he’d done without thinking when you’d walked over to him.

Your lips quirked into a small smile. You took a step closer to Newt, and he responded by gently pulling you to his side. A breeze ruffled his sandy hair and cooled your hot skin. Newt grinned and said, “Promise you won’t fall for the Greenie in there?” His accent played like music over his words.

“Only if you promise, too.”

Newt laughed and squeezed your waist. “I promise.”

You raised your hand, biting back a smirk. “Pinky promise?” You wagged your pinky in his face.

“Of course, love,” he said, tone bordering between teasing and serious. 

The two of you interlocked pinkies. He looked at you, his soft brown eyes making your heart flutter. The Box screeched to a halt in the background. 

“I promise,” you said. You pecked his pinky, then pulled away, all smiles. Newt’s attention stayed on you, a goofy, blissful grin on his lips.

“It’s a girl!” someone shouted.

Newt’s gaze shot to the Box. 

You turned too. In the Box, standing amongst barrels of water and crates of building supplies, was a girl. As the sunlight hit her, she shrank into a corner, wrapping her arms around herself. Her long auburn hair was draped around her shoulders like a shawl, visible even in the shadows.

No one said anything for a moment, just let the bugs sing in their trees, let the wind blow, let the Box creak. Then Newt approached the edge. “Welcome to the Glade,” he said.

The girl’s head swiveled from side to side as she took in all of the people surrounding the Box.

“Everyone, back up!” Newt called.

There was a shuffling of footsteps, but the boys hardly moved. They wanted to see her.

You felt your back stiffen. You could remember being in her position. You could remember waking up with no memories, not even of your name, and being surrounded by strangers. Male strangers.

You joined Newt at the edge, letting the girl see you, assess you, before you jumped down into the Box. She immediately cringed away, her back pressed to the wall. You raised your hands.

“Welcome to the Glade,” you said, repeating Newt’s words. “I’m Y/N. Do you remember your name?”

She looked at you with large, scared green eyes. Freckles danced across her cheeks. She shook her head.

“That’s okay. Most of us didn’t when we got here. Let’s get out and then we can explain.” You tried to keep your tone light and helpful, side-stepping the inevitable questions for a few moments.

The girl nodded. She cleared her throat. “Okay.” Her voice was barely above a whisper, but it didn’t waver.

Nodding, you walked with her to the side of the Box. You helped boost her up at the wall. Above, Newt and another boy grabbed her arms and pulled her over the edge. Gally reached a hand down for you.

Newt was already introducing himself when you got out. The girl’s eyes darted from his face to the other boys to the walls. She had her arms wrapped around herself again, maybe hoping that if she squeezed herself tight enough, she’d wake up and find that all of this was a dream.

You went to Newt’s side.

“Y/N and I will give you the tour.” Newt looked to you for confirmation.

You nodded. You gave the girl a small, friendly smile. “We’ll show you the gardens first. They’re a lot calmer than this.” Around you, the boys had begun talking, jostling, laughing. Each yell made the girl flinch.

The three of you began walking, you and Newt on either side of the girl, but not before Newt grabbed a boy and told him to tell Alby about the new Greenie.

“Who’s Alby?” the girl asked. “What’s a Greenie?” She was speaking louder now, almost at a normal level, as you all left the crowd behind.

“Alby’s the leader of the Glade,” Newt said.

“You’re not the leader?” she asked. “I would’ve thought...” she trailed off. “I don’t know.”

A small, almost embarrassed smile tugged at Newt’s lips.

You laughed. “I thought that too when I first got here. He’s second-in-command.” Your eyes traced over Newt, studying your boyfriend. It had to be the way he carried himself. Even walking with a limp, he seemed like someone who knew what he was doing and who would help people who couldn’t figure it out. Your heart swelled, a mixture of happiness, pride, and love fueling it.

The Greenie nodded, and you saw she was also staring at Newt. He looked up and they met eyes.

“What was your other question?” 

At the sound of your voice, the girl’s attention turned to you.

“You wanted to know what a Greenie is, right?” you asked. She nodded. “Well. It’s you. You’re a Greenie. You’re the new kid.”

She mulled that over for a few seconds. “I don’t think I like that too much.”

Newt laughed. “You’re gonna have to get used to it until someone else comes up, Greenie.”

“At least, until you remember your name.” You stopped as you said that, standing at the edge of the garden. A few boys milled among the rows of vegetables, pulling up a weed here, harvesting a tomato there. The air was heavy with heat. It felt like a warm blanket wrapped around your shoulders. You wanted to snuggle into it and smell the fresh dirt around you.

The girl made a noise. A surprised cough, or maybe a strangled yelp. Then, under her breath, she whispered something.

“What was that, love?” Newt asked, leaning toward her.

“Margaret,” she repeated. She said it again, “Margaret.” Lifting her head, meeting the plants with a steady stare, she said, “That’s my name.”

You smiled and tried to meet Newt’s eyes. He wore a broad grin. He stared at Margaret.

The next few days were a busy blur. You and Minho had a few close calls in the Maze, getting back with less time than you were comfortable with before the doors closed. And, even if the running was hard and the Maze was the same, you’d have to go back and map it all out, and see that it was a repeat from a previous day in the Maze, and put the map with all of the others, and then finally get some food and get some sleep and hope that tomorrow would be better.

It wouldn’t be as bad if Newt wasn’t also busy. He’d come to your room late. The two of you would fall asleep, tangled in each other’s arms and legs. And then you’d have to leave early the next morning, with only a sleepy “Love you” to fuel your day.

Standing outside the Maze, waiting for the doors to open, Minho by your side, you wondered aloud if being a Runner was worth it.

Minho scoffed, bouncing on his toes. Nervous energy radiated from his body, subconsciously setting you on edge. The wall was beginning to rumble. “Of course it’s worth it.” He slipped through the crack, setting off at an easy pace. You followed. “We’re, like, the coolest people in here.” He sounded distracted.

“With competition like ‘Captain Gally,’“ you said, using air quotes, “that’s not too hard.”

Minho’s loud laugh filled the early morning air.

“It wasn’t that funny, Min,” you said when he still hadn’t stopped.

He cut his laugh off abruptly, sneaking a glance at you out of the corner of his eye. “Sorry.”  

You peered closely at him. His gait, normally smooth and confident, was a little different. Awkward. Uncertain.

You decided not to push it. Not this early. Not when all you could think about was the day ending and finally getting to be close to Newt again.

Minho cleared his throat as you two turned left. It was like he’d read your mind when he asked, “So, how are things going with Newt?”

“Good.” You couldn’t bite back your smile. 

“Yeah?” There it was again! There was something fake in his tone, something falsely cheerful.

“Yeah,” you stated. Your smile slipped into a frown. “Why?”

Minho began slowing as you approached the intersection where the two of you would split up. “Well...it’s just. I mean, I’ve been hearing some things...Don’t you think he’s spending a lot of time with Margaret?”

“He’s showing her around,” you said stiffly. Newt had spent a lot of time with you when you’d first arrived. It was normal. “She hasn’t stuck with a job yet. It’s his responsibility to help her.” The words coming out of your mouth were Newt’s, the ones he’d told you a few nights ago as you lay next to each other, muttering details about your days as you drifted off.

Minho was nearly at a walk. The intersection was straight ahead. “Y/N. I’ve just...I’ve heard.” He paused to take a deep breath. 

Coldness flooded your chest. You could hear your heart beating in your ears. Icy fingers of dread began clawing at your lungs, restricting them, squeezing them, making it hard to breathe. You sped up.

“I think he’s cheating on you, Y/N.”

You sprinted to the right. “I’ll see you at the doors, Minho.” You didn’t turn around as you yelled. You didn’t look to the sides at the ivy-covered walls. You didn’t look at the ground. You stared straight ahead and you did your job and you ignored the little part of you that thought maybe there was some truth to what Minho had said.

There couldn’t be.

You shut the idea down with each footstep, each pounding footfall that propelled you farther and farther. In your mind, you could see Newt standing at the edge of the Box, the sun shining behind him, on the day you’d arrived. His lean figure had screamed authority. Safety.

And yet, you’d run that day. You’d run from the Box and from the boys and from the fear. Minho had been the one to tackle you to the ground. He’d pinned you there until Newt caught up. Newt had explained the very basics of the Glade while your body was flat against the ground, and, after a few minutes, he’d offered his hand to pull you up and you’d accepted. 

You could still remember how your panicked mind had settled, just a little, as your hands briefly locked together like lost puzzles pieces. 

Newt had been the first one to make you smile in the Glade. You couldn’t even remember what he’d said, exactly, only that he was giving you the tour and he’d made a dumb joke, stumbling over his words and looking at you earnestly, hoping you hadn’t noticed. You did, and that’s what had made the joke funny. Not funny enough to get a full laugh, not when you’d just found out that you were the only girl trapped in an enclosed area with a group of strange boys. But enough for you to exhale a little more air through your nose and crack the smallest of smiles.

Newt was the one you’d gone to when you realized you were meant to be a Runner. You’d bounced between jobs, spending a few days feeding animals as a Slicer, bustling around the kitchen with Frypan as a Cook, and annoying Clint and Jeff in the Med-jack tent. You’d liked your time as a Builder, with the physical labor and the sun on your skin. Those were the same reasons you’d liked working as a Track-hoe, with the added bonus of spending more time with Newt. But something was missing in each job. You craved adventure, excitement, freedom. 

Newt hadn’t wanted you to do it. That was the first time you’d seen him angry. And afraid.

But Newt was still the one who’d convinced Minho to give you a shot after the two of you had had a deep conversation that bled from night into morning. You hadn’t just talked about the Maze. You’d talked about your hopes and your fears and your passions and your feelings. And, as the sun broke over the hammock you both lay in, you’d kissed.

Newt was the one you poured your heart out to. Newt was the one. He was always by your side.

You picked up the pace as your heart cracked against your ribs, reminding you with its steady beat Not - right - now. He’s - not - right - now. 

Right now, back in the Glade, he was probably with Margaret. 

You rounded a corner, going too fast, almost sliding on the stone floor.

They were probably in the garden.

A tangle of ivy caught on your arm and you ripped it off the wall as you sped past.

He was probably helping her weed the plants. You wondered if his hands were on hers, his hands that were supposed to be on you. You wondered if she liked his brown eyes as much as you did. You wondered if he was looking at her like he looked at you. Like he used to look at you.

You wouldn’t cry in the Maze. 

You wouldn’t cry. 

Because it wasn’t true.

Later that day, a map of your section of the Maze imprinted in your brain, you reached the doors with plenty of time to spare. You didn’t think you’d ever run at such a fast pace for so long. The only way to turn off your mind had been to go faster, to outrun every thought you had. You didn’t want to stop.

So you didn’t. You ran past the doors, where you were supposed to meet Minho, and headed directly for the Runner’s Hut. You heard Minho call your name as he emerged from the Maze. He trailed after you. You were already sitting down and drawing your section when he entered the hut.

“Y/N-”

“Can’t talk right now, Minho. I don’t want to forget anything.” You didn’t look at him. You were perched on the edge of your chair, ready to take flight as soon as you finished. Underneath the table, your legs were shaking. Sweat dried on your legs and your hands felt clammy.

You could feel Minho’s eyes on you. The silence in the hut was stifling. Pen flew over paper as you sketched a dead end.

You heard Minho clear his throat and you had just enough time to squeeze your eyes shut before he said, “I know it’s hard to hear, but it’s the truth, Y/N.”

You hated how his voice sounded, devoid of the teasing, playful lilt that was always present. It was always there, and now that it wasn’t, your heart was beating too fast and your palms were sweating and you finally managed to finish your drawing. You shot up, avoiding looking at Minho.

“I’ve gotta go,” you muttered.

You were trying to skirt around him to get to the door when he put a gentle hand on your shoulder.

“Y/N,” he said softly.

Something inside you snapped, and a wave of anger rushed through your limbs, a roaring fire inside your muscles that wanted you to push him away and sprint back into the Maze, where you could run and no one could find you.

Barely tempering your rage, you pulled away from Minho. “You don’t know anything!” you snarled. “Stop lying to me!”

A flash of hurt lit up Minho’s eyes. He was frowning, and his lips parted to say something, but you beat him to it. 

“Newt would never do that. I don’t know what the hell is wrong with you, but if you say anything like that again, I’ll-” You cut yourself off. You’d what? You’d kick his ass? You’d leave him in the Maze? You’d tattle? “Just--Just leave me alone.” You spun around before he saw your eyes get wet with heavy tears.

You wouldn’t cry in the Glade. 

You wouldn’t cry.

Because it still wasn’t true.

By the time you reached the kitchen, your eyes were completely dry and you’d managed to plaster a fake smile on your face. Gladers passed you, some holding dinner, others merely chatting, and you exchanged pleasantries.

“Hey, Y/N, hot day in the Maze today?”

"Y/N, have you seen Newt? Or Clint?”

“Y/N, if you ever wanna help out as a Builder, we could use you.”

“Here, Y/N, have a sandwich.”

You didn’t really care what anyone had to say except for that last person.

You smiled at Frypan and accepted the plate. “Thanks. I’ve been looking forward to this for the past two hours.” You paused in front of him. “Have you seen Newt?”

The smile on his face faltered. Frypan shook his head. “No...Have you talked to Minho?”

You recoiled. What did he know? You saw Minho walking closer, stopping to talk to a group of boys, all of them looking over at you. Did everyone know? Even Chuck, who stared up at Minho like he was some kind of hero?

You felt eyes all over your skin. They were piercing. They were pitiful. They were wrong. You shoved the plate back into Frypan’s hands and turned around without another word. You took a wide arc around Minho’s group, giving all of them a hard glare when it looked like they might try to stop you.

Rage and insecurity coiled in your stomach. If Newt was more than enough for you, weren’t you also more than enough for him? Why did everyone think he’d leave you so easily? You’d hardly seen him the past few days, but that didn’t erase the weeks spent by each other’s sides. That didn’t erase the first time he’d looked in your eyes and said, “I love you,” and then kissed you like his life depended on it.

Your mind whirled, so you gave up trying to pick a destination to walk to and just let your feet go. They carried you over rocks and roots and into the woods, and they stopped to let you know that it was time to sit on the log in front of you. You complied. In the dwindling daylight, you stared at your knees and tried to breathe.

Minutes passed. Your thoughts melted away. Birds tweeted in the trees, the last calls of the day. Fireflies began to light up around you.

You needed answers. You needed to talk to Newt. With renewed purpose, you rose, ready to look through every poorly-made building in the Glade until you found him.

A stick cracked to your left. It was hard to see in the dark, especially with the leaves overhead and the thick tree trunks around you, but there was a flash of color among the blackness.

You crept closer. Your muscles tensed, ready to leap into fight or flight mode, depending on what was in the woods with you. Leaning around a tree, you saw red.

Red hair. 

Margaret. 

And pressed against her body, holding her close, so close, too close, far too close, was Newt. And their lips were together and their bodies moved in rhythm and you gasped and they turned to look at you and your instincts went into overdrive and you ran away to the sound of Newt’s voice calling out for you.

You wouldn’t cry in the woods.

But you were crying.

Because it was true.

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hi angel! idk if you saw harry dancing with james’s parents but i was wondering if you can write something where the reader is teaching Harry how to dance or they go clubbing! something fluffy or smutty, idk your choice! your writing is so amazing i just had to ask u💕

Word Count: 1.1k

Warnings: none

Author’s Note: Thank you for the request, lovely!! I did see the clip! God bless his beautiful soul. This is fairly short but still wholesome, in my opinion. If anyone else wants to send in little requests or headcanons to talk about Harry, my inbox is wide open! Take care and tpwk.

“Harry!” she huffed for the millionth time that evening, “You’ve got to take this seriously. We’ve only got a few weeks left.”

Harry rolled his eyes and smacked his peppermint gum loudly, signifying that he was willing to be anything but serious. It was currently 2 o’clock in the morning which was apparently, that was the perfect hour for an impromptu dance lesson.

“Baby,” he reassured her, “I promise ya, everything’s gonna be fine.”

“It’s not going to be fine when you trip over your own feet at our fucking wedding, H.”

The talk of his wedding, their wedding, caused the infamous dimples on Harry’s cheeks to show themselves along with a cheeky grin. Despite being engaged for over a year now, he still got the same fluttering feeling in his chest whenever the topic was mentioned. Whether it was listening to Y/N talk about what color table runners to have at the reception or whether or not to invite his cousin’s girlfriend’s brother, Harry could listen for days on end. The mere thought of seeing Y/N dressed in white and walking down the aisle along a trail of flower petals towards him made his heart soar. 

“Alright,” Harry threw his hands up in surrender, “I’ll be good this time.”

“Thank you,” his lover snided.

The couple made their way back into the proper position, with one of Harry’s hands on her hips and the other holding her left hand up towards his face. Y/N had chosen some soft melody to guide them along, something Harry thinks he might have heard her listen to when she was curating their reception playlist a few days ago, but he wasn’t quite sure.

As the music broke up the silence of the night, the two of them slowly began to sway back and forth with their best effort to match each other’s footsteps. Things were actually going quite well this time. Harry was able to pace himself instead of stepping on Y/N’s bare feet like he had been. He’d remembered what their instructor had told them about counting off the beat in his head, and it was working for him. They almost made it a whole 45 seconds without any trouble, that is, until Harry decided to let his arm that was wrapped around Y/N’s waist travel south towards her bum to give it a firm squeeze.

“HARRY!” she yelled well over the volume of the music playing from the speaker. 

Harry burst into a fit of giggles before he realized she was actually pissed. He was able to catch her before she stomped out of the room, gripping both of her elbows in his large, ringed hands.

“Wait, angel,” he called for her.

“No, H. I’m going to bed.”

She sounded hurt. And it broke Harry’s heart. Suddenly, he became aware of the fact that while he thought he was just taking the piss with what he perceived to be a bullshit practice run, he’s neglected to take into account how much this meant to Y/N. How important it was that their first dance as husband and wife was a moment to remember for a lifetime. 

“Just one more time. I promise I’m good for it. I’m sorry,” his tone was much more serious this time.

Y/N hesitated. She never minded his playfulness. She adored it, really. But to her, first dances at weddings were the best part. And for Harry to disregard how important this was to her struck her deep in her core. 

“Fine, but I mean it. If you try and pull anything else, you’re on the couch tonight.”

“Deal,” Harry responded without skipping a breath.

Harry took the liberty to restart the song. This time, he was much more tender this time, caressing her hip in a way that made him think she might break if he held on too tight. Harry tried his damndest to pull this off. Every inch of him strived to make sure he kept the right amount of distance between them and that he pushed and pulled when he needed to. 

Soon enough, they’d danced longer than they ever had at once and Harry’s nerves dissipated. It was much easier than Harry had thought, he only needed to put the right amount of effort into it like he was now. He let his eyes wander away from the floor where they were focused and they ended up landing on the glimmering rock adorning his future wife’s ring finger. It fit her perfectly, style and size. Harry would never forget the turmoil he endured trying to pick it out for her, nor could he forget the overwhelming sense of relief he felt when she’d told him it was exactly how she’d envisioned her engagement ring to look like ever since she was a teenager.

Harry brought her hand closer to his face so he could kiss her fingertips that were laced in between his with his baby pink lips. She felt the beginnings of his stubble graze her skin, but she didn’t mind. 

“You’re gonna look so pretty at our wedding. In your white dress and your hair all done up,” his voice was low and his accent rang thick throughout the room.

“You haven’t seen my dress yet, H,” she said with a click of her tongue, “And who says I’m wearing my hair up?”

“I don’t need to see your dress t’ know that you’ll still be the most beautiful girl on this Earth.”

Y/N’s heart soared in her chest. Harry was the only man she’d ever met that had made her feel the way she did when she was with him. Even his presence could perk up her mood, however bad it may be. There was nothing more comforting to her than being in his arms. Like how she was now. 

There was a comfortable silence between them. Y/N now had her head lying on Harry’s shoulder, and their dancing had turned into lazy swaying in the dimly lit space of their kitchen where they had decided to have the impromptu dance practice. Neither of them knew how much time had passed before they realized it was nearing 3 o’clock in the morning.

Y/N was the one to break away, much to both hers and Harry’s chagrin. She reached over to turn off the music that had been playing on a loop this whole time before turning back to Harry.

“Thank you for being serious this time,” her voice was laced with sleepiness, “Let’s go to bed.”

Harry took her outstretched hand in his as they walked up the stairs together.

“No, thank you,” he countered her.

“For what?” 

“For loving me enough to be the one beside you for your first dance.”

[sleepyfoxfanworks]

Got tagged by a bunch of people for this. Sorry it took so long!

List the first lines of your last 20 stories (if you have less than 20, just list them all). See if there are any patterns. Choose your favorite opening line. Then tag 10 of your favorite authors!

20. It had been a pipe dream, anyway. She knows that. They’re at war, have been for years, and there is no time for anything so sentimental. -- The End of Everything, Naruto, a sort of prologue to a multi-chapter fic, to be published for KakaSaku Month.

19. Sakura was desperate. After two weeks of couch surfing at Sasuke and Naruto’s apartment, she had had enough. She loved her boys, but Naruto was terrible about personal space and Sasuke was just...Sasuke, and together they were a disaster and she was going to wring their necks. -- Shut Up and Dance, Naruto, ShiSaku modern AU multi-chapter to be published for ShiSaku weekend.

18. Sakura went into labor at an ungodly hour, her hands holding Kakashi’s in a death grip that made his bones crack. -- Beautiful With You, Naruto, KakaSaku oneshot in the Here’s To Us series, 400 follower giveaway prize.

17. The summons came right as Shisui sat down to eat dinner. He looked longingly at his plate and sighed, shoveling as much as he could in his mouth before the phone blinked angrily at him again. The screen lit for just a moment, but it was long enough for him to see a message from Hokage Tower with a crow emoji. ANBU then. -- And So We Burn, Naruto, KakaSakuShi multi-chapter in the Souls On Fire series.

16. “I’m gonna catch you, Uchiha Shisui!” 

Shisui paused on a tree branch and crouched down to look at the fuming academy student who glared up at him from the ground below. Her long pink hair was tangled with tiny sticks and leaves, and she had dirt smudges on her clothes and skin from her mad run through the training ground, but the fire in her jade green eyes was brighter than the sun. -- Catch Me If You Can, Naruto, ShiSaku one-shot for ShiSaku Day 2021.

15. The universe was determined to hate her. First, the Fourth Shinobi War, a homicidal goddess, reincarnated kages, and now… Now she couldn’t go home because it was gone. Crushed to rubble during the battle, her parents inside.

She stared at the wreckage, gaze focused on nothing and everything at once. She could see what had been, overlapping how it was now. The small family home with the cheerful blue shutters and the neat garden was now a pile of rubble. Some of the bricks were stained with blood, and she knew that it was probably from her parents but she couldn’t conceptualize it without breaking down. -- All That I Am Living For, Naruto, Team 7 gen fic with some NaruSaku oneshot in the Here’s To Us series.

14. The first time Haruno Sakura took his breath away was the day he made the mistake of letting her hit him during a friendly spar. -- Leave Me Breathless, Naruto, ShiSaku oneshot.

13. Haruno Sakura was grateful for coffee. And for clear skies and uneventful days and genin teams finally learning how not to fall out of trees. Right now though, she was most thankful for coffee. -- Familiar Taste of Poison, Naruto, KakaSaku multi-chapter in the Here’s To Us series.

12. “I want you to teach me the oiroke no jutsu.”

Wide blue eyes stared at her incredulously as Sakura threw back another shot of tequila and slammed the cup on the bar. When he stared at her open mouthed for too long, she leaned against the bar and poked his cheek. “I’m serious, Naruto. Teach me.”

Naruto blinked at her and then huffed a laugh. “Seriously?”

Her grin was lazy and just a bit tipsy, but she wasn’t drunk. Neither was he, and she was one hundred percent serious. “Seriously.” -- Bringing Sexy Back, Naruto, Team 7 gen fic in the Here’s To Us series.

11. “Sakura-chan, you’re a girl.”

Sakura turned her head and regarded Naruto with apprehension. He had matured over the years, but sometimes… Sometimes she wondered if he had actually grown up at all. -- Questions Redux, Naruto, KakaSaku oneshot.

10. Sakura tugged the blanket tighter over her shivering body, adjusting it further when she pulled her knees up to her chest in an attempt to trap even more body heat. It wasn’t the most comfortable position, but it offered warmth and that was her main concern. Not that it would help much. She was always cold at night and no matter what position she contorted her body into, or how tightly she pulled the blankets over her, she always awoke shivering and sore. -- Space Heater, Naruto, Team 7 gen oneshot.

9. “Can I put them in now?”

“Is the water boiling yet?”

“No…”

“Then not yet.” Sakura didn’t bother turning around as she finished chopping carrots for the salad brushing them into the bowl with a kunai. “Can you hand me the dressing?” -- How About Now, Naruto, KakaSaku oneshot.

8. Kakashi had always been an enigma. It was difficult to tell what the jounin was thinking, although if you got an answer out of him you knew it was the truth, because he never lied. His approach to questions was not to tell you the exact answer to your question. Rather, he would say something equally true and related enough to change the subject or provide an answer, just not quite the one you were looking for. -- Knowing You, Naruto, KakaSaku oneshot.

7. Naruto was thrilled when one of his best friends announced that her unborn child was craving ramen. Sakura had only mentioned it because she knew that if she didn’t and he found out that she had visited Ichiraku without him she would never hear the end of it, and she hadn’t spent time with him in several weeks because of their increasingly busy schedules. She missed him. Not that she would tell him that because he might crow it from the rooftops. -- The Making of a Legend, Naruto, Team 7 gen oneshot.

6. It was a very strange occurrence for Echizen Ryouma to be the first of the regulars to reach the locker room in the morning. Ryouma valued his sleep over most anything (save tennis, Ponta and Karupin), and getting him out of bed was a job in itself, but somehow he had managed. His mannerisms hadn’t changed much over the past three years, and he would still sleep in if it weren’t for a particular incentive that got him up earlier in the morning. -- Pre-game, Prince of Tennis, RyoFuji oneshot.

5. Haruno Sakura arched her back, smiling when she heard several pops from her spine. The boat ride home was relaxing with the gentle rocking on the waves, but the wooden plank she sat on was killing her back and hips. The mission had been long, but she couldn’t say she hadn’t enjoyed it. It had been years since Team Seven had all been together again. Now, all jounin – with Sasuke, Naruto and Kakashi occasionally working as Anbu – it became increasingly rare for them all to be paired together for a mission. -- Questions, Naruto, KakaSaku oneshot.

4. You had promised to live a mortal life and now, with your hair gray and brittle and your skin paper thin, you are dying. You led a healthy, peaceful life with your beloved and the other vampires in the mansion, working for most of it as a gardener and occasional errand runner, but it has been more than sixty years and you are tired. -- One Good Turn, Ikemen Vampire, oneshot.

3. Aella should have known Sebastian was up to something when he sent her to wake Napoleon Bonaparte. The tiny uptick of his lips, the gleam in his eyes, and the glances from the others when they saw her taking the stairs was enough of a clue. No one said a word, but she felt their eyes on her as she walked past. Intrigued, she didn’t say a word until she reached the ex-emperor’s door, knocking smartly and calling his name out of politeness. Sebastian had warned her that it was difficult to wake him, but she didn’t want to be rude. As she had been told, there was no reply, and so after a murmured “excuse me” she let herself in. -- Wake Up Service, Ikemen Vampire, Napoleon/OC, oneshot.

2. I’m nervous to start this interview. I’ve been a fan of Given since their first show, and now, 4 years later, they’re bigger than ever. Given had an explosive beginning, and their popularity has grown over the years to become one of the most popular bands in Japan. I’m honored to be interviewing them, both as a lover of music and also as a fan. -- Given Today, Given, RitsuMafu and KajiHaru oneshot.

1. It had only taken a few days for Captain Hook, dashing rapscallion that he was, to get sick of sleeping in a room at Granny's and begin searching for a ship. The stillness of a bed on dry land was strange, leading to many sleepless nights full of tossing and turning before he gave up and went hunting for a sea-faring vessel that would suit his needs. Unfortunately, Storybrooke was not the best place to look for such things. Boats were scarce, and none of them were up to his usual standards. -- Captain’s Log, Once Upon a Time, CaptainSwan oneshot collection.

In conclusion... I have no idea, omg.

Tagging whoever wants to do this. 💜💜

[almostkoo]

Blue Moon Rising | Min Yoongi

pairings: yoongi x oc

summary: the past week oc’s roommate, yoongi had been acting strange, being short with them and disappearing quickly when one day oc decides to follow yoongi out to the woods to see what’s going on and discovers a big secret

word count: 1.5k

warnings: language, unedited 🤡

author’s note: sixth spooktober story ! one more and we’re all done !! as always i hope you guys enjoy !!

link to my main masterlist :)

Min Yoongi was odd.

He was a lot of things. Sweet, thoughtful and caring. But odd was definitely up there in the defining traits of him as a person.

You’d coined Yoongi as an odd individual since you had met him about a year ago. He’d place an ad looking for a roommate after his previous one had moved out. He was relatively easy to live with. He did all the cleaning per his request. But was oftentimes never at the apartment. You’d see him there on Tuesdays and Saturdays and that was it. You had only seen him on Tuesdays only but that changed a month into your residence. He’d caught you sitting up on the couch late one night binging some old show that got placed on Netflix, he quietly joined you and it just picked up and the next weekend you found yourself again with Yoongi on the couch and it just continued like that for a while. Until he randomly stopped. Then you caught him on Tuesday sitting at the kitchen counter drinking black coffee when he quietly said:

“I’ll catch you this Saturday.”

So you now currently danced your way around the kitchen, preparing snacks for your Netflix binge. SNSD and SHINee blasted from your portable speaker. Wiggling around the kitchen as you popped popcorn and arranging the various bowls of snacks and candies.

You wiped sweat from off your brow, dancing in a Cinnamoroll onesie was a workout. You brought the bowls into the living room placing them on the coffee table. You sat back on the couch picking up the remote to flip through Netflix waiting for Yoongi to join you.

You sat back toggling the options between Unsolved Mysteries and The Haunting of Bly Manor. The door to Yoongi’s bedroom opened up and he came out in a Kumamon onesie. His black hair was slick down to his head and he looked like he wasn’t feeling well.

“Hey Yoongi if you want we don’t have to binge Netflix today we can just wait until next weekend if you want.” you offered. Yoongi shook his head as he leaned back slowly into the couch, wincing in pain.

“I’m fine. Just a little tired. I’ve skipped out enough with you, it's no problem.” he said, leaning his head back into the cushions.

“Are you sure?” you asked him.

“Yeah it’s fine. What did you pick?”

You hummed. “I’m thinking either Unsolved Mysteries or The Haunting of Bly Manor. But Unsolved Mysteries is longer so I’m not sure if I want to watch that.”

“Just watch The Haunting of Bly Manor. I don’t really like true crime shows that much anyways.” he said, you flipped to the option and clicked play. Looking out the corner of your eyes to check out Yoongi who had his arms tucked into his sides holding onto himself.

About three episodes in and the clock swiftly nearing midnight. You felt yourself getting sleepy but unable to fall asleep. Anytime you felt your eyes start getting heavy with sleep and ready to close Yoongi would start shifting around on the couch in an attempt to get comfortable. How many times could he do that within 15 minutes you had no clue but was slowly getting irritated with his restlessness. You leaned forward grabbing the red bull you had placed on the coffee table, cracking it open and taking a sip.

Before you could finish it you heard soft snores leaving Yoongi’s mouth. Head tilted back, the hood of his onesie covering his eyes. You laid back pulling out your phone to scroll through it, hardly paying attention to the au pair on the tv and the ghosts haunting the manor.

Another three episodes in and you found yourself nodding off again, phone weighing your hand down as you kept falling asleep and waking.

You jumped awake when you felt Yoongi jump up off the couch muttering a “Shit, I gotta leave.” and then dashing out the door not even putting on shoes, slamming the door behind him. The artwork you had framed on the walls rattling in his wake. Yoongi left before you could even get out a word of protest. Scratching your head in confusion. You found yourself trotting over to the door sliding your feet into your sneakers and following behind him.

You ran down the steps to the apartment. Yoongi was nowhere in sight in the apartment. You made it outside, the cold October air made you regret not snatching your jacket off the hook when you left. Your head whipped around until you spotted a black figure with hooded bear ears that you recognized as Yoongi running off into the trees on the side of your apartment. You sighed, you were probably about to run off into the forest to your death. You started running off following behind him.

One thing you didn’t know was that Yoongi was a very fast runner. You found your lungs burning and begging you to stop running when Yoongi came to a stop a few feet away from you, he fell to his knees breathing heavily.

“It’s nice … to know .. that running.. kicked your ass too.” you huffed out in between breaths.

Yoongi’s heavy breaths turned into groans. “Y/n you can’t be here right now. You gotta go.”

“First of all you shouldn’t even be out here you’re gonna get sick. It’s fucking cold out here.” you persisted.

“You shouldn’t be here right now” Yoongi turned around looking at you, his sharp, feline like eyes usually brown glowed a bright gold, taking your breath away. “you gotta leave before something bad happens.”

You couldn’t find the words. But you were confused and definitely binged enough supernatural teen dramas as a youth to grasp what was going on right now. “Uh Yoongi..” you trailed off.

“You gotta leave. I can’t control myself right now. I might hurt you.” Yoongi said, as you caught a glimpse of his elongated canines against his bottom lip, creating a small lisp when he spoke.

“I uh-“ you found yourself stuck, unable to move as Yoongi hunched back over, groaning in pain. “Yoongi, are you alright?” you dumbly asked, finally feeling yourself able to move foot backed behind you ready to run if necessary.

“You need to leave now!” Yoongi yelled, the snapping of bones filling the air. Your feet took off, setting you off balance as you took off stumbling before catching your balance taking you off to your apartment.

You made it back to your apartment. Slamming the door and locking it behind you. Hoping your neighbors didn’t make a noise disturbance complaint against you. You sat down at the counter throwing back the hood of your onesie. Taking deep slow breaths attempting to calm yourself down. What the fuck did you just see? That couldn’t be right. No that was the Red Bull you had that fucked you up. Yeah? That sounds about right. That’s what it had to be. No way that Yoongi was a werewolf. You laughed out loud to yourself. That had to be it. It was your fourth Red Bull after all. You’d only drunken two in a day before. Four obviously had to be testing your limits and making you hallucinate weird shit. Yeah. You thought to yourself, laying your head against the counter, drifting off to sleep contempt with the story you told yourself.

You woke up to a soft knocking at the door. Your eyes blinked open as you got up going to the door. Looking through the peephole was Yoongi, you opened the door quietly letting him in. His Kumamon onesie was tattered and ripped in some spots, his hair was all over his head making him look more disheveled than he already was . He sat at the kitchen counter and you went around to join him sitting on the other side. You sat there for a few moments waiting for the silence to break.

You cleared your throat. “So uh, last night was weird.” Yoongi coughed, eyes darting around the room.

“I’m not human.” he sighed.

“You know I was really hoping last night was a Red Bull fever dream.” you ran your hands down your face.

“I tried hiding it from you for as long as I could. It’s been.. hard? Controlling this side of me. Everything is still so new and I tried staying away but everyone needs human contact.” he whispered, the last part. Your shoulders dropped, as you felt yourself grow sad for him.

“When did this happen?” you asked.

“My old roommate bit me. Then skipped town and left. I have no one to teach me how to go through all of this. I’m just dealing with it the best way I can.” Yoongi held his head in his hands a frown painting his features.

“Well I know I don’t know anything about this at all” you said, reaching across the counter to grab his hands. “we can get through this rough patch together. We’re friends, I got your back.” you said, softly. Yoongi looked up, a subtle smile on his face.

“It gets ugly at times.” he said.

“I imagine it would. That’s okay though. But this can’t repeat itself. I don’t like being scared out of my mind. I almost dirtied up my favorite onesie.” You and Yoongi laughed.

“Things will get better from now on. Since I have your help.” he smiled.

“Yes they will. Let’s keep being optimistic.”

[uwua3]

hi parental goose (should I say bunny?) figure I am here to request 😌🤘 can I request some amusement park date hc for kazunari? ♡♡♡♡ I love how you put songs you listened to while writing so I, your goose ally, will suggest a song! I really recommend listening to "She Looks So Perfect" by 5 Seconds of Summer since it gives off summer vibes and specially, kAZOO VIBES ♡♡♡ THANK U ILYYY ♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡

erisu 🥺 hi baby how are you everyone this is my Daughter my Baby my Other Child (lyd is the other baby) ♡ how r u did you sleep well here is *All My Love* of course you can request!!! i would do anything for you!!! but, thank you for recommending a song~ it is ON REPEAT as we speak!!! i remember being obsessed with this song when it came out! thanks for the nostalgia :D

summary: there was a rumor that couples who went on the ferris wheel together would be in love forever

warnings: multiple mentions of food

author’s note: HAPPY BIRTHDAY ERISU !!! I LOVE YOU SO MUCH I’M SO HAPPY YOU’RE A YEAR OLDER YOU’RE GROWING UP SO FAST ♡ I LOVE YOU (so. much. hand. holding)

word count: 3,562

music: she looks so perfect – 5sos, hey mama! – exo–cbx

all the luck in the world.

🌻🎨 miyoshi kazunari

this was it, the biggest fair in the whole country was this weekend and this weekend only. you guys had to go

“yo~ we gotta go!!!” kazunari practically pushed the flyer in your face, not giving you time to read the colorful, bright font as he excitedly rambled about it being his dream to even attend such an iconic event

it didn’t take much convincing before he had whipped out two admission tickets from his pocket, as if he already knew you’d be on board with such a fun date with the coolest boyfriend ever!

(seriously... if you said no... he might’ve cried by himself, he just wants to check off a bucketlist goal with his favorite person and best friend ever!)

(“wah~ i’m so #cool right? give me a kiss to prove it!!!” when you actually did it, he was quiet for about three seconds before he started cooing and sending an attack of affection your way)

you two planned your outfits ahead of time (the only thing he bothered planning), with kazunari rummaging through your closet and throwing pieces he thought would coordinate behind him (ultimately landing on your face).

he was being your personal fashion consultant (you didn’t question him, he was an art student who knew how to dress!)

throughout the entire process, you strutted out of the bathroom like it was a runway with your ever chaotic and supportive boyfriend clapping. he had a questionable french accent as he complimented you without end

“my chérie, you are absolutely darling!” kazunari flipped the end of a feather boa over his shoulder dramatically as he had on a pair of sunglasses (how he found that in your room was beyond you). he sat at the edge of your bed with his legs crossed, pretending to write critics down on an invisible notepad as he feigned fainting out of shock

kazunari ran over to pull you in a hug as soon as you found one of his options perfect. he blabbered about how cute you were and how he was so lucky

you tried processing how your boyfriend had so much energy. he was so dramatic, but you never felt unconfident or nervous to be yourself around him because kazunari loved you for who you were!

when you collectively agreed on the best outfit, kazunari worked to find something of his own to match you to be that couple at the amusement park (it was hilariously coincidental he almost had the same items)

(the #ootd on instagram that day got him so many likes when he included multiple mirror pictures with you doing ridiculous poses. he captioned the picture with so many happy faces and heart emojis)

(yes, he had his own story category reserved just for your pictures)

(yes, you also were the person behind a majority of his posts online and was credited every single time without fail) (you were known as “kazu’s photo guru”)

“kazu... are you sure you don’t want to plan ahead?” you asked carefully as he just scrolled through his phone, disrupting his rant about having the most iconic date of all time. kazunari just laughed, shrugging without looking up

“don’t worry~ everything will be fine!” kazunari exclaimed as he asked his followers recommendations for rides to check out. you knew he wouldn’t change his mind with his “happy–go–lucky” attitude

you just hoped the drive to the park wouldn’t be a nightmare since it would be so crowded

on the ride up, you two screamed pop lyrics at the top of your lungs no matter how busy the road was (you two never noticed, but at stop lights, you’d be the center of attention as kazunari just had to fail at a whistle note with the windows down)

the moment kazunari took control of the aux cord, you knew it was going to be a party until you arrived. you two sang together so much that you knew which parts were yours and effortlessly bounced off each other, flowing naturally and laughing nonstop

although kazunari went with the flow, he had the luck of the world on his side the day when you guys showed up. he had managed to find parking, got in line fast, and made it into the amusement park like it was second nature

(you knew of horror stories where the lines were way too long in the blazing heat, kids crying about not winning, indifferent employees not caring at all... how did kazunari manage to repel all the bad from your life and make it as easy as possible?)

it was as if his positive energy about the whole day manifested the universe to give him the easiest entrance ever (or it was his insanely charming charisma that got him off the hook with just about anything)

you two even got a discount on your tickets, believe it or not! somehow, one look at you two and the seller knew you were a couple (the matching outfits definitely didn’t give it away) and gave you extra for “young love”

(kazunari was so ecstatic, you were almost worried he was going to kiss the employee right then and there. you had to drag him away before he got on first–name basis with everyone)

when you two got your wristbands and went to the grounds, kazunari let out the loudest squeal of excitement ever and had to stop himself from jumping up and down (just bouncing on his heels like an impatient child)

“O. M. G!!! we’re gonna have the best date ever!” kazunari shouted, holding onto your hand as he took in the entire view, with so much to do for the entire day

booths were set up with so many fun (but rigged) games with yelling handlers, advertising their set–up to passerbys with infectious energy. crowds of children were rambling in awe about the animal display (like the world’s biggest pig apparently, who knew?). screaming passengers were swinging over your heads from the multitudes of crazy rides only the country’s biggest fair could have

you were so busy taking in the view of kazunari’s excited big eyes and huge grin that you missed the mischevious spark glinting back at you

when he craned his head back at the tallest ride there was, that contraption that somehow brought tens of people in the air just to swing them around in a circle, you suddenly came back to earth

“—wanna bet?” kazunari finished, tilting his head towards you with a competitive edge. you raised an eyebrow, not bothering to question it when you swung your arm around his shoulders and smirked back

“bet.”

suddenly, you were being dragged to the games section, passing by the crowds easily when kazunari was always by your side. it was as if the road parted for him when he reached a display with balloons pinned to the wall

“i know you didn’t hear me, which is why i’m going to win~” kazunari teasingly hip–bumped you, passing the necessary amount of tickets to the game runner which they accepted graciously. you just shrugged, picking up the fake plastic rifle they let players use

(“was i too handsome?!” kazunari joked, missing how you actually agreed)

“yeah, yeah. i don’t need to know, i’m gonna win.” you winked, making kazunari swoon as he lifted his arm to his forehead with a dramatic flair

“my hero!” kazunari called out as you readied yourself to shoot the balloons, knowing the odds were gravely against your favor

“what am i shooting for again?” you asked, putting your cheek against the gun. kazunari just slid up to next to you, his lips brushing your ear with a smile

“if you lose, we’re riding the swings together~” kazunari giggled and you fired, hitting one balloon with satisfaction. kazunari wrapped his arms around your waist, reading his chin on your free shoulder despite you trying to focus

“and if i win?” you asked, not bothering to entertain your clingy boyfriend as you hit another balloon. even the person running the game seemed anxious about your chances at crushing the whole thing

“we can do whatever you want.” kazunari breathed out, placing a gentle kiss on your neck with a laugh when you flinched. you hit your last shot though, exhaling in relief when the attendant begrudgingly gave you a large–sized prize

(it was a super triangle, you definitely knew who you were giving this to when you got to the dorms)

“you know what, i think we’re both winners.” kazunari tried to laugh off, but you didn’t let him get away that easy when you grabbed his hand quickly

“nu–uh! you know where we’re going!” you giddily pulled him towards another game, leaving kazunari holding onto the super triangle with great difficulty as you two played game after game

(you were right; kazunari was an universal favorite as he somehow managed to swindle the toughest of games with sheer luck)

(when a kid began asking him to play a game for them, you knew you had to stop making your boyfriend do outrageous things just for a stuffed animal)

(at least kazunari got a cool boomerang story on his snapchat of him throwing a ring onto a bottle)

“make a deal with me~” kazunari begged, holding way too many prizes to count in between his arms as you looked around for more. he was about to give up but as he caught sight of two double doors with a neon sign, he knew you’d agree immediately

“if i win every game in the arcade, we’re going on the carnival rides.”

when you accepted the deal, you regretted it. somehow, you forgot how kazunari always had everything go his way

it was like you forgot all about the rides outside. you two entered an air–conditioned, hipster arcade and had to play everything despite dropping the coins everywhere (“please keep them in the cup!” “it’s not my fault!!!”)

you name it, kazunari probably won it. fuseball, air hockey, pac–man, nintendo crane machines, zombie shooters, motorcycle/driving simulators, he won it all just for the hell of it. you’d never admit it, but he really was just the best at everything he did

although the games were fun, it was time to fulfill your end of the deal (as deserved since kazunari had no reason to go as hard as he did at the ddr pad inside the arcade)

after storing all the stuffed animals into the cramped back of the car with kazunari apologizing to them profusely (“dad is so sorry! we’ll be back soon~ promise!”), you two returned to have the biggest adrenaline rush of your life

any rollercoaster kazunari saw, he wanted to go on right away. lines felt like nothing when all he did was talk them away and get so excited seeing the ride rush by

kid–specific rollercoasters had to prevent him from going (“i’m sorry, sir, but your height exceeds the maximum” “what???” kazunari would feign shock as if he wasn’t five heads taller than the whole line)

he wanted to try it all since he never had this experience before! he wanted to make all these memories with you even if it meant yelling his head off as long as you were by his side

(seriously, one ride you had squeezed your eyes shut but heard the most high–pitched scream ever. you thought it was someone else, but of course it was your boyfriend)

you didn’t mind that much, since you used the whole ride time to grip kazunari’s hand tightly and make sure his hat stayed on the entire ride (why he wore one was questionable, anything for fashion, you guess)

ironically enough, you had done about ten rides with dizzying effects before ending it with the swings, the tall ride he initially wanted to go on with you. when you looked up at the full height, you gulped after being strapped to the two–person swing (how was this safe?!)

it was the first ride you weren’t exactly comfortable with, but when you looked at your seat partner, kazunari had two thumbs up with a big dumb grin. you instantly calmed down before the ride started

“i love you!” kazunari exclaimed as the ride began pulling you up further from the ground, holding onto your hand and looking up at the blue sky with the giddiest expression ever

it was the first time he had said he loved you out loud before, but before you could process it, all you could do was scream when the ride began rotating you around in a circle

(you had to stop him from taking out his phone, reminding him the post wasn’t worth it)

(though, kazunari did drop his hat this time. he really was lucky to find it again)

“okay, okay,” kazunari stumbled off the ride, exaggerating his lack of balance by holding onto you, his excitement not even decreasing a little after so many hours of fun

“food time! my muse needs a snack!” kazunari had whipped out the crumpled map someone gave him from his pocket, quickly locating the area without being delayed (he was always good at directions, it must’ve been why he was so popular at these types of social events)

somehow, kazunari always knew what you needed at every exact moment. you were thankful he couldn’t hear your stomach growl over the sound of the general atmostphere

when you guys arrived at the food hall, it was definitely the greatest prize of all (sorry to the stuffed animals who were defintely overheating in the parking lot)

all the best chefs and caterers came together for this event with the most outrageous food options of all time. fried oreos, cheese curds, cotton candy, caramel apples, churros, basically anything you imagined, it was most likely 1000x better with some funky twist

you never had to be nervous ordering because kazunari always stepped up and spoke, letting you hold his hand as if to reassure you he had the situation handled. he would somehow form a meaningful friendship with someone within two minutes of ordering and got extras, hurrying over to a table with every option possible

(yes, he took a photo of the whole spread and added ridiculous hashtags only savvy internet users knew) (he also posted on his private an embarrassing candid picture of you drooling at the food)

kazunari liked feeding you whatever he was eating, always encouraging you to try new things but respecting your boundaries at the same time just in case you weren’t up for it

(“oh, you don’t want to? no big deal~ just happy to be with you!” he’d say, wiping your mouth with a napkin regardless and just being content with you not being hungry)

while eating, you noticed a pattern of kids walking by, pointing at kazunari like he was a legend

“is that the guy who won basically every prize back at the games? wow~” they whispered, not realizing kazunari was extremely observant as his ears perked up at his name. he had turned to wave at the children, but they ran off

“you know...” kazunari started, and you already knew what he was gonna say as you rolled your eyes fondly, knowing how big his heart was, especially for innocent children who kept getting scammed by games

“yes, we have no need for most of the giant stuffed animals.” you pretended to sigh, as he quickly got up, giving you a quick kiss as thanks on your cheek as he ran back to the car

for the next hour or so, you and kazunari managed to give out most of your prizes (except anything triangular) to the children who had been staring, all of their parents or guardians thanking you guys profusely for your gift (though, there were some who were staring at kazunari suspiciously)

(as if they should be afraid of a liberal arts college student)

“it’s no big deal~ no problem!” kazunari always said, truly finding it not bothersome at all to share. you always admired that about kazunari, his natural instinct to care for everybody and make people smile. at a distance

you leaned against a light pole with a small smile as you watched kazunari crouch down, ruffling some kid’s hair as he gave them a prize

when he instinctually looked for you, he smiled back like you were the only person at the park

suddenly, you wished you said “i love you, too” before back at the swings

after indulging, you two shared an ice cream cone on the hot summer’s day as the lights began to turn on and the sun set. this was apparently the best part of the fair, where all the colors would pop like fireworks and the night breeze was your friend

you two had basically done everything at this point, even being the amusement park’s robin hoods with your wins. the arcade had both your names at the top of every digital leaderboard, the ride controllers had seen you too many times to count, and you two had digested an unhealthy amount of snacks that you’d regret the next day

what else could you do? it was already the most perfect date, there was nothing else except...

this time, you leaned your head back and saw a circular shape blocking the sunset: the ferris wheel

you turned to kazunari, who was already admiring the way the light hit your face. he wanted to paint you right then and there before you ruined the serene moment by biting your ice cream (why?!)

“i bet i can make it to the ferris wheel the fastest, wanna bet?” you questioned and you never saw kazunari grin even bigger as his eyes lit up with recognition

“bet!”

you two raced to the ferris wheel, much to the chagrin of every carnival–goer ever who dodged your fast advances. you got to the line first, skidding to a stop and nearly bumping into the person ahead of you as kazunari whacked into your back with an “oof!”

“awww, what do i have to do now that i totally lost?” kazunari pouted, but you just giggled and poked his cheek, not noticing how he became slightly flustered from your touch (you could never tell, it was a hot day)

“go on it with me.” you offered and he didn’t even think twice before he agreed, realizing this was the ride he’s been waiting to go on with you this entire time

(kazunari remembered the only other thing he really researched was this ferris wheel, where a rumor around it stated two people who went on it would be together forever)

when you two were allowed into one of the trolleys, you two sat close like always with your head on his shoulder. the orange light made everything feel like a fantasy, like this was a daydream. you didn’t want to wake up as kazunari squeezed your hand the moment the wheel started increasing

slowly but surely, you two were going around in circles as you savored the moment, wanting nothing more than to be here with kazunari forever

“you know... i never thought i’d be here.” kazunari started and you hummed, encouraging him to keep going as his thumb traced circles around your palm

“i didn’t have many friends growing up, so it would’ve been totes not cool to come to these things alone!” kazunari tried to play it off as some joke, but you knew better, just lowering your hand to his lap and waiting for him to talk

“but... now... i have friends? good—no, great friends! and... i have you. i’m living, and i have you.” kazunari trailed off, like this was a revelation he hadn’t realized before. the quietness between you two dragged on too long, you wondered what he was thinking

you opened your eyes and kazunari was already looking at you again with a soft smile, not bothering to notice anything else but you, like he wanted to remember this forever

you two reached the top of the ferris wheel, the wheel stopping to give you two a moment by yourself with the sunset

“i love you.” kazunari said again, and you didn’t hold back this time

“i love you, too.” you whispered, afraid to break the moment. but kazunari laughed, and you were laughing, and it was like the funniest joke ever as you two tried to maintain your composure

even as you two got off, you couldn’t let go of him as he did the same. these were the memories child–kazunari always dreamt of, and they were so much better than he ever imagined

after saying goodbye to all his new friends, kazunari couldn’t stop smiling as he drove home, with you sleeping beside him in the passenger seat

he turned off his music this time and carefully watched the road. taking one hand off the wheel, kazunari took your own and kissed your knuckles again and again with love

“i love you, i love you, i love you.” kazunari said, like he couldn’t say anything else but that

(kazunari posted a shot where he held your hand in front of the sunset on the ferris wheel with the caption: “best date ever”)

kazunari really had luck on his side if he was in love with you, maybe he had the ferris wheel to thank for that!

[purplesurveys]

1184

survey by xflirtykaosx

Alphabetti Spaghetti (2/3)

F o r e v e r - y o u r s - F

Do you fancy any celebrities? If so, who? KIM TAEHYUUUUUUNGGGGGGGGG

Do you watch any FBI shows? Which ones? No.

Have you ever been to a festival? Which one? I don’t think so.

Do you have a fireplace in your house? Hell no. Just the idea of having a fireplace considering where I live and the general climate we have all year makes me nauseous haha.

Do you have a hot flask? I’m not so sure what you mean but if you’re referring to tumblers like Hydro Flask that keep drinks hot/cold for a really long time then yeah, I have one.

What decade were you four in? 2000s.

Do you like the TV show Friends? I love it. I haven’t watched an episode in a while, but it’s always a go-to for me whenever I feel really really really down.

Do you like the feeling of cat fur? Sure, it’s pleasant. Same with dog fur.

Go girl, go; G

Do you have a back garden? Not really a garden but we do have a sort of backyard; basically some space behind the house. 

Do you have a gentle touch? Idk...depends on what I’m holding or touching, I guess? Like I would obviously hold an infant as gently and gingerly as possible, but I wouldn’t pay as much attention if I’m holding something ordinary like my phone.

Do you like girly programmes like Gossip Girl? LOL at girly. Who says Gossip Girl and literally any other show out there has to be for a certain audience?

Do you ever use gloves? Only when I order from Frankie’s since they provide gloves with their meals.

Do you prefer gold or silver? Silver.

Are you a greedy person? What makes you greedy? A little bit, when it comes to food hahaha. I don’t like sharing and I get angry if someone eats a portion I already called dibs on.

Have you ever seen a gypsy? No.

Hold on honey, I'm here. - H

Do you have any bad habits? What? I pick at my nails - either set - when I get tense. I also tend to get a liiiiitle bit reckless with my money, if I do choose to spend. I’m pretty self-disciplined for the most part, but I let that go as soon as I give myself the green light lol. Exhibit A would be me spending a total of nearly P7,000 just this week alone on BTS merch...

Do you know anyone called Helen? I don’t think so. My dad has a cousin named Helena, though.

Have you ever watched a documentary about Hitler? Not directly related to him, but I remember watching Night Will Fall in high school.

Do you put hm in a lot of your survey answers? Not a lot. Occasionally, though.

When was the last time you went to hospital? What was it for? May last year. Blood and urine tests.

Do you like HP (Harry Potter)? Who's your favourite character? I didn’t grow up with it, but it’s not as if I’m a passionate anti. It’s just not my cup of tea, even after trying to read the books.

Do you spell it honey or hunny? I never spell it as hunny unless I’m saying it sarcastically or playfully with friends.

Are you afraid of this Swine Flu Hype? That’s gone now, right? We’re dealing with something else entirely.

In the end we all die broken. - I

Have you ever been to Ibiza? Nopes.

Do you take ice in your soda/fizzy drinks? I don’t really have a preference as I don’t regularly consume fizzy drinks anyway, as long as it’s not lukewarm.

Who do you think is a complete idiot? Anyone supporting the government at this point is a good runner-up.

Do you often wonder what if? Sometimes. But I also find it a waste of time, so I don’t dwell on them.

Have you ever seen an Igloo? I haven’t.

Do you get ill often? No, almost never.

Do you ever imagine you were not human? What did you imagine you were? No, this has never come to mind.

Do you like sexual innuendos? If it’s not too trashy, sure.

What is your IQ? Idk, I’ve never had it checked.

Do people often call you irrational? I’ve never been called this before, at least not to my face.

Do you think the name Isis is pretty? ...Welp, not anymore.

Do you get itchy eyeballs? That never happens. Is that even possible?

Do you know what ix stands for in roman numerals? 9.

Just breathe baby, breathe. - J

Have you ever been in jail? I have a very vague memory of visiting a prison with my parents before, but I no longer remember why I was there.

Do you like JD (Jack Daniels)? Nahhhhhh. Had a tiny sip of it once, found it absolutely nasty.

Do you get jealous easily? Not anymore.

Do you tell a lot of jokes? Yeah. I like making people laugh, so I drop jokes whenever I can whether I’m in a formal or informal setting.

Do you finish school/college in June? When I was in college, my school year ended every May. Before that, the academic calendar ended every March.  

Kiss me, kill me, thrill me. - K

Do you know a girl called Karla? Yeah, one of the managers at work is a Karla but I don’t work with her. I also went to grade/high school with a girl named Karla; she was my friend for a while as well, but we grew apart over the years.

Did you watch Kenan and Kel? Nope.

Do you prefer kisses or hugs? Depends on the person, I guess. But in the context of being in a relationship, I do love being kissed.

Do you like Korn? I don’t listen to them.

Do you like watching films with Kung Fu in them? Not in particular.

Lessons learnt the hard way are the best I've ever had. - L

Do you like Lady Gaga? She’s okay. I’m not super crazy about her but I tend to like all the stuff she puts out.

When was the last time you had lemonade? Wow, it’s definitely been a while. Maybe a year or so ago? I don’t get to have it a lot; usually only when it’s offered at hotels or resorts when I go on vacation.

Do you ever lie to save your own skin? Sometimes, but I never let the lie be too big just in case it bites me back in the ass one day.

Do you think llamas are cute? Sure.

Do you use Lol a lot? Yes.

Do you think you are lucky or unlucky? Neither.

Melody in my heartstrings. - M

Do you like Mac and Cheese? Loooooove mac and cheese, especially truffle mac and cheese.

Do you ever eat at McDonald’s? What's your usual? Not very often tbh, but I do like McDonald’s. I don’t eat it frequently enough to have a usual order; I get whatever I feel like having at a given moment. And since we’re here, I’m gonna be plugging the BTS Meal, in stores 5/26! HAHAHA

Do you like Medieval games like 7elda? You mean The Legend of Zelda? I do love that franchise, but I don’t like the medieval genre as a whole; I just happened to grow up with the Zelda series and Nintendo as a whole, so I’ve taken a liking to it. 

What's on your mind right now? That it’s Monday again tomorrow. I feel like I’m starting to get burnout :/ I’ve definitely noticed I haven’t been being 100% at work lately...but it could also be because the weather is crappy hot again, which makes it a lot harder to work and keep focused.

Is money in your opinion, the root of all evil? It’s part of it.

Do you like Mr and Mrs the show? I’m not familiar with it.

Do you read murder mystery books? Which ones? No.

Do you find Mystical stuff fascinating? Not really.

Nobody loves me, what a change. - N

Do you know the name of your local shopkeeper? We don’t have those here.

Have you ever been called nerdy? I’m sure I’ve been.

Are you you truly a nice person? I hope that’s what people see and think.

Do you overuse nouns in your sentences? I like using adjectives, for one; but I don’t exactly know how you can overuse nouns hahaha.

Do you know anyone personally who is a nurse? Yes, I have several relatives who are in nursing.

Only you - it always has been. - O

Do you obey authority or deliberately disobey it? Obey for the most part.

Is there anything in your room that is an Octagon? What is it? I don’t think so.

What odor can you smell in the room you're in now? The neutral scent my aircon is blowing out.

Do you get offended easily? I think sensitive would be a more fitting word.

Have you ever been to Ohio? No.

Do you ever say Oi? Sure, but not frequently.

Do you spell it OK or okay? I use both; I don’t have a preference. What I avoid is ‘K,’ though.

Are you older than the number day you were born on? Yes.

Have you ever watched the film the Omen? I haven’t.

Name one thing you always have taken for granted? The basic things, I guess, like breathing.

Have you ever had an operation? On what? Never.

Do you like things in a set order or doesn't it matter? As much as possible I do want things to be organized, yeah. I get restless if I see a very messy spreadsheet or Powerpoint, for instance.

Do you have a habit of overreacting? I was a lot more...theatrical in my reactions before haha. Not so much these days; I’ve toned down a lot.

Do you think Owls are nice? Sure.

Do you know what an Oxymoron is? Yup.

Have you ever tried Oyster? Yessssssss I love them and now you’re making me crave them :(

[nevermore-ocs]

Infuriating (Oni x Spades)

Author’s note: WHEWWWWWWWWW ONE OF MY LONGEST SINGLE PART FICS IN A LONG ASS TIME, I AM BACK MY GIRLS, MY GUYS, MY THEYS- 10.2K words, featuring my OC, Oni, and my awesome, awesome friend’s, @flowerthornsart, OC, Spades-THIS FIC IS VERY NSFW, NSFT, AND ALSO RIDICULOUSLY CUTE AND SWEET SO PREPARE YOUR HEARTS AND ENJOY-

"You know you don't have to keep trying to call him, right?"  The voice of one of Spades' runners cut through the thick tension in her office. Being abruptly torn out of her thoughts, she felt the weight of her phone return in her hand. She was going at this for longer than she realized. It was supposed to be just one phone call to see if he would even bother to talk to her, but she had felt like he took one look at his phone and saw her name and refused to pick it up. "Boss, Oni is a bastard, okay? You were obviously in the right during that whole argument-" Spades' eyes snapped onto the runner, silencing him almost immediately. "I'd watch your words if I were you." Her voice was low and drenched with a thick layer of venom. "And if you clearly couldn't tell, I'm busy, so get out." She pointed at the door, "Now." The moment the word left her lips, the runner turned and practically ran out due to the growing fear. Spades being angry was something that only a few people could handle. Right now, she was trying to call the number one person who barely even flinched when the demon was fuming. Taking in a deep breath through her nose and letting it out through her mouth, she pressed the same number on speed dial and raised the phone to her ear again.

It rang once. Twice. Three times. And to voicemail once again. There wasn't even a message. There was just that beep, and she was sure the phone picked up her disappointed sigh, but after getting that out of the way, she cleared her throat and tried to sound like her usual self to her best abilities. "Hi Oni, it's me again. I was um, wondering if you were gonna pick up or not, or if you got my other messages or anything just, call me back whenever you can, okay?" She tried to ignore the tear that cascaded down her cheek. "Please, Sora. I'm sorry for what I said. Please." She couldn't believe that came out of her mouth, how sensitive she was, that she was crying even. However, that little grain of hopefulness disappeared when he didn't pick up or answer after that message, so she hung up and set her phone back down on the desktop, face down. Sniffling, she reached up with a coat sleeve and wiped any tears that threatened to spill out of her eyes, it was so difficult to not just start sobbing. Sure, she was used to the occasional, playful ignoring from him, the kind that gets Spades' to smack the back of Oni's head to get his attention all over again, like he was a big dog that needed to go through intense obedient school. Three times in a row if that was possible. But it was never...this. Just silence from Oni. Oni, the man whose mouth was as massive as his skyscraper, towering ego, every time where she shouted at the man to shut him up, was rushing back in her head and she was regretting it every time she spat those two words at him. She was aware that they bickered and shouted at each other until they both were sore in their throats. But, the latest argument replayed in her head at full volume and high-definition, she screamed at him, said things that she shouldn't have and as she saw Oni's half-covered face, the image of the restrained hurt in his eyes burned in her mind and stayed there, like a punishment for what she said. She sat there, in quiet stillness, her breath was quivering behind her palm pressed against her mouth, and her eyes screwed shut tight. The argument played in her head. She remembered all of it.

"I can't believe you were that stupid!" Pacing back in forth in front of her car, Oni leaned against the side of the hood, unbothered by her usual lashing of his work. "Stupid?? Hey, I did what the fuck you pay me for, Yotsume, that motherfucker was gonna shoot you!" Oni raising his voice equaled her raising hers in return, and she stomped right up to him and practically shoved against his chest, she was livid. "You don't know that!" She rebutted, "He was going for his fuckin' gun! Are you dumb?!" He stood up and stomped closer to her, he wasn't gonna back down from her, he's never done that before no matter how pissed she was at him, however, it was a little unnerving that him standing up for himself only pissed her off even more. She wanted him to see that he was the only one in the wrong the entire time. Growling with a raised and flicking tail behind her, she spat at him again, "You were overconfident, cocky, loud-mouthed and you thought you could do everything!! You didn't read the situation right, you didn't think about the consequences of your actions, like fucking usual with you, No-Face!!" She groaned out loudly, and the next words, she was so angry, her head clouded with rage and she just wasn't thinking clearly at all. The words built up and slung out quicker than she thought, and now, intended. "I should have never hired you in the first place!! You loud, obnoxious, infuriating, waste of a hitman and lousy, washed up Yakuza!!" As her yelling came to an end, it was so tense. Silent despite distant sirens, her panting, and the soft creaking of metal due to the runners at the opposing car standing up and away from the vehicle to stare at them both with shock. Oni was stunned, he stood there, unmoving, his eyes were wide and how his hands twitched at his sides, he was trying to hold back a lot. "You know what?" There was a soft waver to his voice before it got quickly replaced with growing, burning anger. He stepped up to her, his palm pushing her away from him, "Fuck you, fuck you and your stupid little gun-running gang, you hear me?! I don't fucking need this! I'm going home!" Oni's tattoos were glowed and pulsed a vibrant, blazing red. The red vapor steadily poured out of the gaps in between the mask and the resin fangs of it. His ruby orbs bore holes into hers and practically into her soul. "Why, so you can go off and cry?! Run away from what's your fault?! Oh, what a shocker!" As if the wound wasn't torn open enough, Spades poured another mound of salt into it and let it fester. "And I won't have to listen to your fuckin' whinin' and complainin', you mega-bitch!!" The red-vapor seeped out of his mask at an alarming rate, it overtook him and swirled around him in a vortex, tornado-like manner, and when the dense vapor dissipated, he was gone without a single trance.

It's been three days ever since that encounter after that mission had gone bad, and Spades, couldn't contact him at all. Every time she called him, it was directed to his voicemail either right away or he just let it rung, and there was even the occurrence of Spades and one of her runners driving by his apartment to only be let down with the fact that he wasn't there every time they showed up. He was beyond mad, beyond angry, and thinking about that whole fight in between them, who could blame him? The things that she said, she was regretting every word that came out of her mouth, she pleaded to herself, wanting to take back every syllable that ran out of her mouth with no abandon. She was actually...sorry, she seldom this sensitive with anyone, let alone someone she hired but Oni, he was different. As much as he annoyed her to no end, she always found herself safe around him, smiling, laughing, them messing around with one another, whether it'd be flicking their ears, pulling tails, stepping on coats, or zinging each other enough to fill books with the bevy nicknames they had for each other. He made her happy, and she told him that she wished that she never hired him. "Sora..." His name whispered past her lips without her knowledge but hearing that name ring through her head, she wasn't going to sit there anymore, wallowing in her sadness and regret. Fixing the lapel to her coat, she stood up from her desk in her office and hurried out of it with a plan in mind. Go to Oni's apartment and see him again, if he wasn't there, then she'd wait for him and call him until either one of their phones died. "Boss-whoa, hey where are you going?" Spades, barely glancing at the runner who tried to get her attention, she stepped past him, barely managing to get a look over her shoulder at them, "I'm going to Oni's place, don't follow me, I don't need back-up, I just...I need to talk to him, okay?" She wasn't going to cry in front of them, she was never, ever going to do that but at that moment of telling them her plans and how the images of hers and Oni's fight flooded into her head at an alarming rate, it was damn tempting to. Fishing through her coat pocket when she went outside to the garage, she pulled out a pair of keys and unlocked the driver's side door of the car, and slid herself in, closing and locking the door behind her when she settled herself into the seat. Sliding the key into the ignition, she hesitated for a moment about what could happen. Would he attack her? Did he mean the things that he said back? Did he...never want to see her again? Her hands clenched the steering wheel tightly, she willed the tears back that threatened to spill out and shook her head. No. She was going to make things better. She had to.

As for Oni, he buried deep in his apartment, in his little world. "Hah!!" He let out a grunt when his bandaged hand connected with the roughly ripped punching bag and after that punch, he swiftly followed up with a knee to the side. "There is a thing as over-training, Sora." His Deity's sentient voice infiltrated his mind, something that he was used to but right now, he didn't appreciate the intrusion. "And you think I give a shit?" Panting, he managed to shoot that back before turning on his heel and he roundhouse kicked the bag with a powerful amount of force, the bag swinging around on its steel chain in a messy circle after the contact. "I can tell you're doing this to ignore what's going on. Three days," The Deity's red vapor entered through every crevice of his training room, however, Oni didn't even bother to look up as the Deity manifested into his huge, towering, demonic form. He placed a clawed hand on the punching bag, halting it in place. "Isn't that enough?" He questioned, only to get a scoff from Oni, "Bold of you to fucking think she even wants to talk to me," the Deity's stance against the punching bag barely moved at Oni's hostility. He's been with the assassin for years that he's grown accustomed to it and not to mention, he should have expected it, this fight in between him and Spades was an extremely touchy and sensitive one where both of them were facing the repercussions of the whole situation, Oni was mad and seeing the several upon several messages that Spades was leaving on his phone, voicemail or text message alike, he could tell that Spades was sad about everything and what she said. "She's been trying to. You've been ignoring her, Sora, she's been leaving messages for you the entire time." Letting himself disappear and traveling in a dense, vapory form, he slid out through the opening at the bottom of the door and went back into Oni's room. He scooped up his phone and went back to the training room where Oni, albeit impatiently, was waiting for the Deity's return and when he came through the door, the Deity formed himself back into his demonic form and tossed Oni his phone with one hand. Catching it in mid-air, he read the words on the front of it. 10 texts unread, 15 calls missed, and 5 voicemails. "W-What?" Oni almost didn't believe his Deity at what he said prior but seeing the evidence on his phone, staring him straight in the face. It was starting to loom over him, that growing dread of what's happened. "They, heh, they're not that serious come on," Oni glanced at the Deity, watching how his expression softened and his eyes cascaded downwards onto the floor for a moment before finally locking eyes with Oni again. "Listen to them." His voice, despite ordering him in a way, was tender, softer, parenting honestly. After hearing him like that, he knew he had to, plus, a big part in his heart was screaming at him to do this. Spades' never called him or messaged him or anything to get his attention this much, it was like she was desperate to talk to him again. To be fair, the separation was awful for him too, did it get that bad for Spades? Pressing the phone against his ear, he started from the first voicemail and went on:

"Umbra, pick up your phone and stop being a brat, come here, I have a job for you."

"Okay, hahaha, you're not gonna talk to me? How far do you have your foot up your ass, Oni?? Just answer the phone already."

"Oni? Hey, it's been two days now, can we talk, please? I think we need to."

Oni listened, and the increasing amount of desperation that filled her voice was creeping into his heart and shattering it more and more as time passed. When the last one hit his ears, that's when it broke into a million little pieces deep into his chest cavity. How she pleaded like that to hear from him, he could easily tell that she was crying, and then, how she said his name. His real name. He messed up, bad. It dawned on him, quickly, how sad she sounded, and how she denied any tears to come out during that last message. They should have talked, he shouldn't have just kept her out like that like an unwanted animal or something like that. It was just that first day he was so mad and he told himself to ignore anything that came from Spades, he wasn't going to talk to her. He opened up the text messages this time, the constant pleading, the spamming, the hopefulness only to be extinguished by Oni willingly blocking out everything that came from her. "I need to get to her." Standing up, he reached over to his bedside table and slipped his mask onto its usual place on the lower half of his face. "Do you think she's there?" The Deity followed after Oni in his mind, the assassin picked up his coat from the edge of the couch and he hurriedly went up to the door without putting it on yet since he didn't want to waste any time. "She has to be," he placed a hand on the doorknob to his front door, squeezing it, "I hope she is." He turned the silver handle and flung the door open at a fast speed, only to be greeted by Spades standing at the entrance with her hand lifted in a knocking position, literally a second later to the door, she would have knocked. Her eyes wide, so were Oni's, and the opposing colored orbs landed and locked onto one another, "Yotsume?" He questioned and with a soft, somewhat sad chuckle, he smiled thinly at her. "Hey, guess what, I'm alive!" He joked a little, wanting her to smile at him, or just be annoyed at him, anything else other than as sad as she was. God, he could feel it resonate from her, the feeling of it stabbed through his gut multiple times without any resistance or mercy, and to be fair, he deserved all of it. "You're mad-whoa!!" Spades threw herself into Oni's arms and clenched onto him so tight he could feel his lungs being practically crushed. He opened his mouth to say something, only to be interrupted by the unfamiliar sound of Spades quietly sobbing against his chest, her fingers were clenching at the back of his tank-top and gripping the fabric. She didn't plan on letting go at any time soon. Using his tattooed hand to close the door, he hugged her back, not as tight as she was hugging him, however, it was as close as hers. His head leaned down and nestled against hers, and his hands planted themselves right on her form and felt her. It was such a relieving sensation to feel her so close to him again, how her body filled out his palms so perfectly, he missed this, he missed her. Stepping back and feeling the side of the couch against the back of his legs, he maneuvered himself to sit down and he expected her to just sit down next to him, only to be surprised when she rewrapped her arms around his form and placed herself onto his lap firmly. Her body was shivering, twitching with every hard and much-needed sob that wracked through her body, tears were staining both his tank-top and her coat.

"Hey..." Oni started, his voice barely above a whisper, and there was nothing but sweetness evident in his voice. Gently nudging his head against hers so that she'd look into his eyes, even just a little bit, he started to whisper to her softly. "Hey, I'm not mad at you, I promise..." he began. He saw how Spades opened her mouth, possibly to go against those words, but, he gently cupped one of her cheeks with his hand, and he let it rest there. His thumb grazed the top of her cheek, gliding over the grey-tinted skin, and feeling how it was wet there due to her tears. "I won't lie, I was so pissed off about what you said. But, I'm not anymore, I promise, Spades, I could never stay that mad at you." He leaned forward, and let his forehead press against hers, "I mean it."  Hearing Spades let out all of those much-needed cries stabbed him in the heart directly. He shouldn't have ignored her. They should have talked this stupid argument out, that way, neither one of them would have been in as much pain as they were. He reached up with his free hand and both of his hands held her cheeks, and his thumbs wiped away all the tears he touched, "You don't have to cry anymore, Safaia," he whispered, and when he saw those bright, blue orbs again, all four of them, he smiled gently. "There you go, beautiful, it's okay..." he relaxed his hands from her face, and he let them rest on her shoulders, then down to her arms, rubbing and massaging them softly, feeling how tense she was but was relieved to feel her take in a deep, shaky breath and let it out, "Are you okay?" That question might have an obvious answer to some, but he wanted to know above all else if she was okay or not, she's never cried like this before in front of him. Managing a slight nod, Spades sniffled once more, and she gazed up at Oni's face, only to be surprised and left in a slight marvel at the man's uncovered face, she had grown completely used to seeing that mask on the bottom half of his face and his hood up and obscuring the rest of it that seeing him exposed like this, it was surprising, and when she felt her heart starting to pick up, it was much-desired too. She didn't respond to the question right away, but she managed to nod at him, her breathing was softer than before and wasn't hitching as much either. Her eyes, however, couldn't be torn away from his face, taking in how true and tender his orbs were, and the matching softness to his tone made her heart not only more relieved but it made her heart jump too. She felt growing hotness beginning to rise to her cheeks, her heartbeat was loud and ringing throughout her ears, she gulped to herself, then spoke up again.

"Sora?" She breathed out his real name, her hands finding their way up to his tank-top, and she wrapped her hands around the shoulder straps and gripped them tightly. "Yeah? Spades, are you-" his words were cut off when she swiftly tugged him down to her level and she slammed her lips against his in a deep kiss. She felt her whole body tingle, the feel of his frame leaning on hers as his arms wrapped around her felt so relieving. He pulled her in close to his body, the two panting against each other's mouths, "Kiss me again," she rasped out, and Oni did just that. He closed the gap between the two, claiming her mouth again, hungry and intense. She couldn't help the muffled gasp that came from her due to his hands groping her backside and he took two tender handfuls and squeezed, and maneuvered her onto his lap. Realizing where her hands were, she slid them down the front of his body, feeling every bump and groove of his toned torso underneath the fabric of his top, she hooked her digits around the hem of it, and she slid up and over his head, discarding the article of clothing over the edge of the couch. She placed her hands right back onto his broad chest, her fingers digging into his chest ever so slightly as a response to his hands squeezing and rubbing her backside. It was mostly because he just couldn't help himself, her body was perfect to him, his groping and touching were getting the better of him, and it showed when he lifted his right hand and brought it down on her backside in a firm smack. Suppressing a squeal due to their lips locked against one another in a passionate, hungry, and hot kiss, Spades pulled back, blinked, and glanced down at Oni's hand on her backside, then she looked back at him with a raised brow. "Did you just...spank me?" Oni let out a breathy pant and nodded with a smirk that danced its way and planted itself onto his lips, "Yeah, I did, is that okay, Safaia?" He gave a little tilt of his head, and she rolled her eyes at the sight of him, she rested her forehead against his and even nuzzled him too, "Warn me next time!" She moved one of her hands up and snagged the top of one of his ears and pulled playfully, "Ah-hey, hey, hey! Okay, okay, I will!" He laughed, his digits rubbing over the dusted pink area of where his ear was pulled, and he gazed back at Spades to see that mischievous glint in her eyes, she matched it even more with how her tongue was sticking out of her mouth and at him. Leaning in, he chuckled, "You're lucky you're so cute~" He purred, drawing giggles from her and when he got close enough, he captured her lips again in another kiss. His hands, fumbling just a little due to eagerness to see her nude, reached up towards the belt around her waist, and after one or two tries, he unbuckled it. He grabbed her coat's lapel and started to slide the dark fabric off of her shoulders, exposing more of her skin.  He couldn't contain himself, leaning in, he peppered the side of her neck with an onslaught of kisses, and he drove them down to her shoulder, letting a smile slip onto his lips that pressed against her shivering body. She rested her hands on the sides of his firm body, and she let them travel downward to his belt, her digits grazing against the tent in his pants, drawing a muffled, low groan from his chest. "Tease," He mumbled against her skin. Spades pecked the tip of his nose, giggling, "Were you expecting something else?~"

Her palms groped and massaged his covered cock, she felt him twitching at her touches. He longed for this to happen, the number of times, albeit more than he would like to admit, he pictured this happening practically drove a part of him crazy. He almost didn't believe that it was happening, how her hands were roaming all over his lap, feeling him, wrapping her fingers around his tent and gently squeezing, stroking. Spades wasn't in that much of a different boat, the delectable sight of Oni's hooded eyes, his head arching back, and how he bit down on his bottom lip as if he was restricting any noises to emit from him besides the occasional quiet, low, rumble of a groan. "Fuck~" Spades breathily whispered to herself, her hands wrapping around the black leather belt secured around his waist. She unbuckled the metal clasp and slid the belt out from the belt loops and much like the other clothes, other than her coat that laid carefully on the edge of the couch, his belt was discarded to the side to worry about later.  Dragging his zipper down, she pulled the front of his pants and boxers down and watched his hard cock spring up, and stood erect at attention. She let out a surprised, quiet squeak to herself at the sight of his hard length, twitching, and gently leaking pre. "You're a lot bigger than I imagined, Sora," those words left her mouth without even thinking, however, Oni picked them up right away. He laughed and playfully poked her forehead to get her attention, "Hey," retracting back to glare at him, she narrowed her multiple eyes at him. "Ah-what?!" He raised an eyebrow and grinned a sharp-toothed grin. "Bigger than you imagined?~" He repeated back to her in a flirtatious tone, and it made Spades roll her eyes with a growing blush overtaking her cheeks. "Oh, shut up! I bet you've imagined stuff too!" Spades hated how right he was about that, but she smirked when she saw how his face shifted to a deep crimson since he was caught in the same way as her, even his eyes drifted over to the right. "That's what I thought~" She teased. She wrapped her hand around the base of his length, he sucked in a quiet breath at the direct contact instead of through his clothes. She rested her body against his, her hand stroking and pumping his length, and she had her head nestled into the crook of his neck. His eyes rolled back, accompanied by him laying his head against one of the couch's pillows, "Fuck~" The curse breathed out in a mutter that sent shivers through her body, and to make it worse, or better honestly, for him, she peppered the side of his neck with little pecks and kisses and even small nips. She moved her hand upwards and rubbed her thumb against the head of his cock, feeling his pre dribble out and get onto her digit.

"Wait, wait," Oni mumbled through the breathy moans that ran out of his mouth, and the moment she heard that, Spades halted her movements, and retracted her hand back, worry growing in her. "Huh? What's wrong, Sora?" She placed both of her palms lightly against his chest while he sat up fully, his own hands gliding up her thighs, lingering against any exposed skin, then he grabbed her hips tenderly, and led her down to a laying position and he even made sure that her head was laying on one of the couch's pillows. "Nothin's wrong, trust me, Safaia, I just..." She studied his ruby-red orbs, it was like they were shimmering, his gaze was clouded with lust, an unsatiated hunger and she was the main course he was going to dive into. How right she was about that. "I fuckin' wanna taste your pussy~" Then he spoke, and the arousal dripped from his voice practically, and what he said practically shot through her body like an arrow. It made her multiple eyes widen and her jaw drop, it felt like her face was on fire. "G-Geez could you be any cruder about it?!" Despite her snapping back like that, her thighs pressed against one another's at the sheer thought of Oni's head in between her legs, the feel of his tongue burying deep inside of her, tasting her. He leaned up and pressed a sweet, chaste kiss against her forehead. "You love it," he purred, finishing it with a wink. "Oh shut up," she giggled, her hands moving up and her fingers threaded through his jet black hair, "And kiss me properly while you're up here still~" She winked right back at him, and with shared grins, he closed the gap in between them and his lips locked onto hers in a heated exchange, this time, his tongue wasted no time in roaming into her open mouth. Her fingers gripped at the strands of hair at the nape of his neck, pulling a little to match it. That resulted in a deep, muffled groan to be pulled far from his chest, and she swallowed it through the kisses. His hands went up to the waistline of her pants, fumbling for a few moments, but, he unbuttoned the buttons, unzipped the zipper, and pulled the slacks off of her. How quickly and feverishly he did those actions, the arousal radiated off of him like heat, and combined with the gleam in his unnatural eyes, she could read him like a book. She could tell he dreamt of this and wanted it dearly. She was no different, she won't lie, she's envisioned doing this with him more times than she'd like to admit out loud to him. If she did, she'd never hear the end of it.  His hands moved, his digits wrapped around the edges of the hem of her shirt and he carefully pulled it up and over her head, and tossed it to the side. Now, the girl of his dreams laid below him in just a bra and a pair of panties. He took in the sight, how beautiful she looked with her bosom heaving gently in tune with her panting, her grey-tinted skin that he just wanted to trace every inch over with his fingers and leave kisses wherever his mouth could reach. She stunned him, how enamored and in love with him was something he never expected in his entire life. 

Sure, he's had flings before, the life of an assassin can get lonely and companionship was nice, even if it was just for a night, and whoever he was with would find him gone the next morning, that used to be a regular thing. That all changed when Spades hired him. Every time he pulled her tail, every little flick on her forehead, or even a tug on one of her pointed ears, he did it all the time to her, and what was so different about Spades was that she just didn't sit there and take it. She would step on the back of his coat and almost make him fall flat on his back, she'd always have a rebuttal to every nickname he called her, if he snapped at her, she'd snap back. He acted like that annoying tree branch that would continuously tap against one of the glass panes of a bedroom window when the wind blew hard enough. However, she never got rid of him. Their arguing never got so bad that a weapon was pulled on the other. He was pretty positive there must have been one time where he was just so, under her skin, he was like a tick just draining her of blood and sickening her. But they never did. Not even that night before the three grueling days, she screamed at him and he roared back, but still, no claws or teeth were used. Had he honestly fallen in love with her sooner than he expected? "Sora?" Spades' voice, laced with tenderness, dragged him out of his deep thinking. He had to put himself back into his body, his hands sat firmly on the sides of her body. Blinking enough times to put a movie projector's lens to shame, he finally spoke up, and for once, he was at a loss for words. "Shit, sorry, Spades...just, your body..." Spades' eyes softened, her arms unknowingly moved upwards and crossed over her chest when a wave of self-consciousness washed over her due to Oni's misplaced words. "Ah...I can put something back on, Sora, I know this isn't the most...attractive body to have," the moment those words escaped her lips, his eyes record-breakingly snapped back to her under him. He didn't say anything at first, that usually meant he was planning in his head, and planning he did. Reaching over towards the coffee table, he hooked his fingers around the black, dense chain of his necklace and the three magatama beads that dangled from it. She watched him with a raised and confused brow. "You're gonna put on your necklace before we do anything? Are you serious?" She narrowed her eyes but was a little surprised at his head shake.

"Nah, I'm not, but you gotta promise me something."

"....what?" She queried.

"Don't get mad."

Faster than she perceived at first, he took a hold of one of the comma-shaped beads, gripping it, and with a shimmer of bright red in his eyes, the bed glowed and built upwards into a knife, a karambit to be exact, it matched the shape. "What are you do-hey!" She watched him move forward with the knife in tow, the blade slid under the center part of her bra and he sliced upwards, splitting the brassiere in half and releasing Spades' breasts. "Ah-Sora! C'mon, I just bought that one! What the Hell are y-anh!~" Her anger-filled retorts melted into moans at the feel of his hands cupping her breasts, his thumbs pressed against her nipples and rubbed over them in a slow, circular motion to prep them, and when they were fully erect, his thumb and index finger caught her left nipple and he pinched it softly, he even tugged on it a couple of times. "S-Sora~" She shakily breathed out, hearing his name come from her lips like that was a drug to him that he was all too quickly getting addicted to. He leaned in, she could feel his breath right against her ear again, and when he spoke, his voice was dangerously low, husky. "Ya think I give a fuck that you're a bigger girl? I don't." Releasing her breasts, his hands traveled downwards and took a hold of her panties, he would have torn them off if he was driven any further, but he had just cut up her bra so, that'd be for another time. He just pulled down her underwear off of her completely and let them fall to the ground. "I think it's hot, you're fuckin' sexy. Trust me, when we had to do that job for that big, ugly, motherfucker who was eyeing you like his tenth meal that day, I wanted to kill him right there." As he spoke, he moved downwards, placing kisses where he wanted. He cascaded down her neck, to her chest, he spent a little longer on her breasts by leaning over and taking one of her nipples into his mouth, it made her gasp out and throw her head back against the pillow she rested on, and openly moan out. "But, holy fuck, ya looked so goddamn amazing in that dress ya wore that day, and ya want me to be honest? For once?" He chuckled, a little breathlessly, but he lifted himself and stared straight-forward into her eyes. "I wanted to rip that little dress off of ya and fuck you right then and there," he growled, he legitimately growled which was a sound she's never heard him let out before and it made her jaw drop slightly and her eyes widened too. "S-Sora I had no idea-" her words paused when he moved down to her stomach. "Ya get me fuckin' harder than a rock, as ya can tell, of course." He joked, she shuddered a bit at the feel of his breath so close to his target area, how he was taking his time, being so meticulous and thorough was both amazing and a huge tease, but what he did next both surprised her and honestly, almost made her cry since she was so touched. He planted kisses on her stretch marks, he made sure to take his time, his lips would linger on certain ones before moving on. He did the same to the ones on her thighs and it made her breath hitch pleasurably with how close his mouth was to her slit. He glanced at there first, then his gaze flickered back upwards at her face and the flushed, needy expression painted on her features. "Ya drive me so fuckin' crazy, every time you're a little tease to me, I just want to..." He grasped at her thighs and his fingers dug into her, enough to leave marks but not enough to draw blood. When he had a firm, full hold on her, he pulled her downwards more, she could feel her breath against her wetness, "Lock the door where we are and take ya~" When that growl left his lips, he leaned forward and flattened his tongue against her pussy and he dragged it upwards in a slow lick, causing Spades' hands to shoot down to his head and her fingers threaded through his black treads and she gripped them, pulling his hair slightly too. "S-Sora, fuck, then do it~ Take me~ You're not just gonna, hah, be all talk and not do it, are you?~" Spades challenged, despite being quite breathless and flushed, a smirk played on her lips, and she was sure that he saw it. "Now you're askin' for it~" He warned with a chuckle, his ruby eyes glinting with a determined shine. He leaned in, his tongue pressed deep inside of her, it swirled around inside of her, he could taste her juices steadily leaking onto his tongue, she tasted so sweet, delectable, he grew addicted to it. He took a look up at Spades, her head was laid back and her back was arched off of the couch, he felt her thighs tighten around his head, not only squeezing him but effectively trapping him until she deemed it fit. She moaned out, her fingers tugged at his hair, not enough to tear out of his scalp, but enough for him to notice. His tongue slid up and down her slit, his hand trailed up and he gingerly placed his fingers on her folds and he spread her open, he slinked his tongue back out of her orifice and he pushed it upwards, meeting her clit and when he heard that little gasp come out of her, he grinned. "There it is~" She could barely breathe out a rebuttal due to Oni's lips wrapping around her swollen clit, and he suckled on it tenderly, his tongue flicking and running over the nub, "Fuck-!~ Sora, fuck, that's so much~ I-It's not like you're n-never gonna do this again!~ Fuck!~" She writhed pleasurably underneath him, her hands launched towards the sheets underneath her, she took fistfuls of the fabric and gripped them so hard, it felt like she was going to tear holes in them. Honestly, how come it didn't surprise her at all that Oni was going to be amazing with his mouth?

"Fuck me~" those two little words, albeit she sounded much more beg-y than she wished at first, brushed out of her mouth in a breathless, needy pant. Oni's eyes widened somewhat, thinking over what she said was what he heard, especially for the fact that she was begging for him, or at least that's how he perceived it. "What was that, Safaia?~" If she didn't love him as much as she did, there were just somedays she wanted to smack that grin of his off of his face, and this was most certainly one of those times. "You heard me, Umbra!" She shot back, and with a shrug, he propped himself onto his elbow and rested his chin on an upturned palm. "I don't know, did I?~" He questioned with a tilt of his head, his voice had a sickeningly sweet, sing-song tone to it, yeah, Spades wasn't having that. She propped herself up on her elbows at first, then moved up into a sitting position and pushing her hands forward, she grabbed the straps of his tank-top all over again and pulled him up to her level, her eyes had a deep, unsatiated desire burning in her eyes, all four of them, and he could feel it. She inhaled, the breath leaving her had a bit of a shake to it, and then she spoke. "I want you, Sora, fuck, I need you~" She sounded desperate, she honestly believed he would revel in it but the growing shocked and red-faced expression that painted across his face proved otherwise. "I need you to...to..." she was lost on her words, her eyes even darted somewhat left and right as if she was physically looking for her words. It took her a moment or two, but when she found it, her entire face adorned a bright blue hue, "I need you to make love to me~" Coming out of her mouth, it sounded sappy as all Hell, "T-That was too much wasn't-mmh!~" Her words were silenced by Oni hurriedly leaning forward and slamming his lips against hers in a heated kiss all over again. Those words, hit him harder than she expected. His hands, with a newfound urgency in them, feverishly shot up to the back of her knees, and he hoisted her legs up, faster than she was prepared for. "Ah-! Careful, no-face, at least give me a warning!" She scolded, though the sapphire-blue blush painted across her cheeks gave away the fact that she wasn't angry with him, it made him chuckle. He let her legs relax, resting on his shoulders, he shimmied himself up closer in between her thighs and he rested his cock on her soaking wet slit, "Where's the fun in givin' you a warning? Plus, I like hearin' you squeak like that~" Playfully sticking his tongue out at her, his hand drifted down his body, his digits hooked around the base of his cock, and he dragged the head of it up and down her folds. Her wetness coated the tip, his hand glided upwards when he saw the soft shine of her juices glinting on his cock, he pumped his length, covering his length from top to bottom, earning a deep, low groan to be pulled from the deepest reaches of his chest. The sight alone practically made Spades aroused, even more, she had to clamp her slack-jawed mouth shut, her face felt like it was burning, on fire, with how large the blue blush on her face had grown in such little time at such a small action. Oni leaned forward, his hips angled downwards and his twitching length primed and ready at her pussy, the head of it gently pressed in between her folds, and it prodded at her entrance. He teased her, his cock was right there, she could feel the head of it brush over her entrance. The tip of it dipped inside of her for a few, exhilarating moments, only for it stripped away from her again when he pulled his cock away from her. A whine emitted from her, her eyes that were screwed shut, pried open with enough strength she drew from in and with a shuddering hand, Spades reached up and took a fistful of Oni's tank-top and she yanked him down to her level, it was quite easy to do with how he was leaned forward in between her elevated legs. "Sora, I swear to God if you don't put your cock in me already, I'll shove t-that stupid mask of yours up your a-ass!" Oni's eyes shot open, he blinked a few times, stunned, before a cocky grin spread across his face, its natural place. He leaned forward and pecked a few chaste kisses on her lips before holding one final kiss. "It's hot when you get angry, y'know?" He chimed in. Scoffing, she rolled her eyes, but wasn't able to hide the growing smile overtaking her face, "You're lucky you're so cute, dammit~" She let her fingers thread through the soft, pitch-black tresses he had, her fingers spreading out. It made his eyes flutter and close and he leaned his head back into her palm so she could pet him more. "But, please, Sora, I-I...I really need you....~" Oni's eyes softened. When her voice got that tender, that soft-spoken, he could tell that she needed it, that she craved it, and he was the same way. They were together in a way that he's only pictured, that he wished would happen much earlier than now, he wasn't going to pass it up. "Trust me, Safaia, I need you too, like, a whole fuckin' lot....~" He let the words dust out of his mouth in a hushed, husky whisper, the kind that sent pleasurable shivers up and down her spine like electricity passing through a circuit at high, unstoppable speeds. He aligned himself up again, his hips flexed forward and his cock pushed past her folds and slid deep inside of her. His hips pressed up and met her hips and he hilted himself inside of her. He muttered a few curses alongside the low groans that came from him while Spades' voice was caught in her throat, she was grasping at bedsheets with one hand while the other had shot up to his left forearm and she clenched onto it, her nails digging into the tattooed skin.

He leaned over her and waited, she was much tighter than he had thought or anticipated, but he loved it how she clenched around his cock, her wet, velvety, warm walls framed around his length and hugged him snuggly, not letting go any time soon. "Give me, hah, hold on~" She managed to get out, her voice was shaky, how her legs were on his shoulders and so close to his head, he could feel those quivering, her breasts were heaving up and down in tune with her panting. It was at this moment that he was reminded of just how beautiful Spades looked like this, she looked like a Goddess, lavished in a blue-tinted blush, splayed out on the bed ready to be claimed by her lucky, devoted follower who would do anything and everything to be with her like this, in her more vulnerable, to give her electrifying pleasure until she was seeing stars and had no feeling in her legs. Call him determined. She breathed out in a huff, it caught his attention rather quickly and when he gazed at her expression again, he saw that breathless smile that slithered onto her lips and her multiple eyes, with some work, lifted and locked onto him leaned over her, "G-Go ahead, Sora, you were talking a-all cocky earlier, aren't you going to do it?~" She dared, matching it with a raise of her eyebrow and with a grin, his hands moved from her legs that he kept firmly on his shoulders to keep them elevated, it gave him just the most perfect angle to pound into her when the time came, but, for now, he'd be contained. Pulling out almost all of the way, nearly drawing another whimper from her throat, if it weren't for him fastening his hips forward in a swift thrust, it got her to moan out somewhat loudly, openly in the empty living room. His hips thrust downwards into hers, unwaveringly and deep, his hands drifted up from the bedsheets, and they darted up to her legs and he gripped at them. "S-Sora, that's-oh that's amazing, yes!~" She cried out, his cock glided smoothly in and out of her effortlessly. She pried her eyes open once more, now it was her turn to take in the almost dreamlike sight in front of her. Oni had leaned over her, his exposed face was flushed a deep-seated blood red while pants and groans fled from his lips left and right. His toned, strong body had a thin sheen of sweat building upon it, his hands grasped at her legs resting on his shoulders for dear life, his dug into the flesh, not enough to do any damage or anything like that, but she was sure that bruises were going to pepper the skin down there. Her eyes drifted down and she watched how his cock pumped in and out of her, how it disappeared into her body with every thrust. "Spades~ Spades~ Fuckkk~" He murmured, then he did something she truly didn't foresee him to do at all, though when he did it, she wasn't prepared for it but cherished it. Groans ghosted out of his lips, however, it wasn't English this time, it was full, fluent Japanese, which, sadly, Spades knew not a single word of it, not including his name and his alias. But, reading his expression, how it made him move his hips up into hers more and his pumps got harder and quicker than before, she was sure it was about how good she felt encircled around him. "God I love you, Spades, I fuckin' love you, and I mean it, okay?~ I don't ever, hn, unh, unf, wanna fuckin' fight that bad with you again~" He was getting lost, tangled up in the pleasure, the love he's been restraining and keeping to himself for this entire time, well now, those binds were being unwoven and it was pouring out, fast, with no abandon. Hearing those three little words breathe out from Oni's lips almost knocked the air out of her body, actually hearing him say that was so much different than picturing it. Her hand, shaky as all Hell, reached up and she planted it, palm down, against his chest to get his attention, she even pinched some of the black fabric of his tank-top and gave it a few tugs for good measure. The small movements almost immediately caught his attention, it worried him to a degree, he assumed that it was a subtle sign that he was going to rough or too fast, so, carefully, he let his movements gradually come to a slower pace, almost stopping fully. He even carefully released her legs so that they were at his sides rather than being propped up on his shoulders, it made it easier for him to lean down to her level, and he stared into her eyes, the worry evident on his features. "You okay, Safaia?" He questioned, however, she didn't answer right away. Instead, the smile that had broken out across her face shown, now that he was closer than previously, her hands went up to his cheeks and she cupped them. Her fingers stroked the skin on his face, especially the twisting tattoos, she let a finger start at the top of them right below his left eye, and she let it cascade down to his cheek, to his jawline, and made a turn to his lips, and she grasped his chin delicately. With a light pull, she pressed her lips against his in a kiss, her mouth claiming his in a passionate liplock all over again. His frame pressed up against her body, his arms slithered down to her waist and coiled around her, while hers hurriedly moved up and intertwined around his neck. Her legs followed suit around his waist, and they wrapped around him, her thighs pressing against his sides at the addicting, pleasurable shocks that rushed through her body at their kisses. How his hands grasped at her back, his inhumanly long tongue prowling around in her mouth as if was his, tasting her. Her spaded tail, like a snake's grasp, shifted itself up in between his legs and it coiled around his thigh, clutching onto it. When the kiss finally broke, thin strings of saliva connected their mouths, they panted rather heavily in each other's mouths, and even though the kiss had parted, Oni kept his forehead pressed against hers.

"I love you too, Sora~" Spades gasped, "I do, I....god I love you so much~ You used to annoy me to no end, you being so loud and careless but then I just, hah, I started to know you, the real you and I fell for you, so hard~ I haven't...I haven't talked like this in a long time, but it was so difficult to not just run up to you and kiss you and hug you and just be with you...every time you just showed up out of nowhere and made yourself at home, it made me happy to see you, I looked forward to it! And the times that you got hurt and I wasn't there, I wanted to take care of you, to help you, I," she paused, her breath hitching a bit as a warning that the dams in her eyes were about to break again and cause her to sob all over him again. Her hands clenched at his back, her fists balling up the fabric, and her head leaned forward and she buried it into his chest, hiding her face. Despite it being muffled, she remained silent for a few moments longer, tears quietly flowed freely from her eyes, and they stained his tank-top, one of her hands relaxed and freed the part of his top in it, she stroked his upper back, her head sinking into his form a bit more when she relaxed, "I'll never abandon you like they did, I promise, Sora...." That's when she felt the light, wet plinking of droplets on her arm. Blinking, she retracted her head from his chest, and she relaxed against the pillows, she looked up at him and gasped lightly when she saw that now, he was inaudibly shedding tears. "Sora, I-" His hand reached up and cupped her cheek, it lingered there for a moment or two before moving to her hair and he ran his fingers through the sapphire-blue strands. He smiled, "Damn Safaia, I had no idea...you could have told me this like ages ago, you know?" He teased, despite sniffling, and he let out a breathless laugh when she smacked his shoulder at his comment, "Because I love you too, I'd do anything for you...I pretty much do that now anyway, but I mean you wouldn't have to pay me this time," he joked, it made her heart even warmer since he could still joke and tease and laugh during moments like these. He was perfect for her. "I'd give you the whole fuckin' world and then some, you deserve it and I fuckin' swear, from the bottom of my heart, I'm not gonna be like that fuckin' dick from before-trust me if you didn't beat me to it, they'd be a fuckin' snack for maggots," hearing the vile in his voice at just even mentioning her old partner, it made her feel so safe in his arms, how close they were to one another, it felt like there wasn't a single problem in the world. Lightly leaning back up, he wiped away any remaining tears clear off of her cheek with his thumb, "You okay?" he inquired, receiving a nod from her, her eyes locking on his. "I am, but now..." she cleared her throat, shortly after, that challenging smile of hers returned and she raised an eyebrow alongside it.

"Are you gonna keep your word, or are you really all talk?~"

"Well if you're gonna put me on the spot like that, you can beat that sweet ass of yours I'm keeping it~"

He shifted, his cock still buried deep inside of her, one of his hands drifted down and took a firm hold of one of her hips, gripping her. His steady, deep pace gradually returned with his rocking hips, he was leaned forward, his head nestled into the crook of her neck while he grunted and panted out somewhat heavily, the pleasure from before hitting the both of them all over again. She could feel his breath on her skin, how he lowly and huskily whispered her voice throughout his low groans amongst hushed curses made chills run rampant up and down her spine. His free hand, at first, resting, unused at his side, moved up and cupped one of her breasts, a gasp resonated from her at him tenderly kneading it and rubbing it, he squeezed her, her breast filling out his palm in the most perfect way possible. Her hands clenched on the couch, her eyes darted in between him leaned over her, grunting and groaning, then down to his cock pumping in and out of her, disappearing in her body with every thrust into her. His hand that was planted on her hips gripped her tighter, his fingers digging into her skin, he pulled her further down on his cock, it caused her to moan out loudly at how deep he was in her, how fast he was able to go. "S-Sora!~ Sora, I'm, hah, anh, I'm so-fuck!~ I'm so close!~" She managed to squeak out, and through his breathless groans, a grin spread out across his face, he leaned up, his mouth right next to her ear and then he started to murmur to her huskily. "You feel so, hnh, unh, fuckin' good, Safaia~ The way that, unnf, tight pussy of yours just hugs around my dick~ Unh~ Mmmhf~ Fuck, I wanna see ya cum, Spades, I wanna see that pretty face of yours all lost in your pleasure, I want you to cum all over me, c'mon, make my cock a fuckin' mess~" It was getting to be too much for her, how he pounded into her like an animal in heat, his thighs smacking up against hers, how he groaned and grunted, it made the tight coil that had built up over time in her stomach tightened more and more, it shuddered, about to snap at any moment. In the corner of his eye, Oni took note of how her hand unlatched from her tight grip on the couch. She moved it down to her slit, to place her digits on her clit, however, he was much quicker than her. His hand clasped around her wrist, stopping her in mid-movement, he raised her arm and pinned it over her head, and his opposite hand jetted downwards. He knew how close she was and how severely she desired it, how she wanted it, he was more than happy to take care of it himself. His thumb pressed on her clit, and he swiftly rubbed it in little circles, making her moan out loudly, her eyes shot close and her head tossed back into the pillows, her back arching off of the couch, "S-Sora!~ Sora!~ Sora!!~" That coil ultimately snapped in her stomach and the pleasure rushed over her in wave after wave of rushing fire, her wetness coated her thighs, the front of his thighs and made it even slicker for him to just pound away at her. His pumps got more erratic, more uneven, the pace he previously had developed completely gone from his mind, his panting got more breathless, her name escaped from him multiple times in light, gentle whispers. "S-Spades~ Fuck, I'm gonna cum~" He warned through one of those whispers. Nodding, her arms shot up to his neck again and she clung onto him, her legs even tightened around him too, "Inside, Sora~ MMhmmhf!~ Cum inside of me, Sora!~" That seemed to send him flying straight over the edge since it took a few more strong, fast, rocks of his hips and his orgasm hit him, hard, the pleasure rushed through his body up and down, his body shuddered as he kept his hips planted firmly against hers, his hips clenching and flexing with every deep pump of his seed flowing into her, filling her up. His orgasm rocked through him for quite some time, when he felt himself finally calming down, he gingerly unsheathed his now soft cock from her flooded slit and he hastily collapsed down on the opposite of the couch, hot and heavy pants emitting from him. Spades laid on her back still on her side, her legs weak, her body shuddered, even more at the feeling of his cum leaking out of her like a steady stream and dripping on the cushion below her. "Sora?" She managed to breathe out, and despite his chest heaving whilst he caught his air back, he responded, "Yeah, Safaia?" She giggled tiredly at the sound of her nickname coming from him. She placed a hand on one of his legs and she stroked it tenderly and soothingly.

"I love you, you big dork~"

"Hehehe, I love ya too, Spades~"

"And you're cleaning up this room yourself, later-"

"WHAT-!?"

[keyofjetwolf]

Bonus Question Answers! (anime heat 3)

I asked a silly question! You gave me incredible answers. SO VERY MANY INCREDIBLE ANSWERS. If yours is listed below, you’ve earned an entry in a random draw to win a GIFTENING liveblog OF YOUR CHOICE

SURPRISE EVERYONE WHO ANSWERED THIS ONE GETS AN ENTRY (with extra entry if you pulled a specific line). This has been such a struggle for me for the past ... you know, million years or something, and each of you made me feel so good, thank you. ♥

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Q: This is reaching back into the memory a bit, I know, but what's your favourite of my fanfic? (BONUS BONUS ENTRY if you pull a specific line!)

*  i cannot remember a specific line off the top of my head but i remember the post-S series dealing with usagi's trauma from pharaoh 90 (sound of silence?) was a gut punch and a half --  anewconstellation

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* "Blue shirt. Pearl buttons." I think this was the first time I read you writing the Outers, particularly Neptune and Uranus, and, uh, holy shit. Absolutely note-perfect dialogue and dynamic, particularly for that period of Sailor Moon S when Michiru and Haruka used intimacy of speech and gesture as an instrument of distancing and obfuscation (of their goals to the Inners, of their hearts to themselves and to each other, of the heli-pad to the staff at Mugen Academy, etc). It was so clear, and so clearly *them* that I could actually hear the intonations of their respective seiyuu. And then to deploy such spot-on character elements in combination with the stakes and the maturity the anime never reached for, my WORD, are you trying to kill me??? The pacing, the restraint! What an absolute gift. You're a wonder. (also your drabbles are fuckin peerless, and the BTL concept is such a clever series framework)  -- @rasiqra-revulva​

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*  This was so hard to pick from, but I finally settled on "Cause and Affect" - it's such a heartbreaking story, but the juxtaposition between the clinical lines of information from the computer to the memories Ami is dealing with to the horror of the visuals around her... it's so bright and sharp and PRESENT.  It keeps me in the story, that mix of tones and feelings.  And the final line?  Perfection.  "Number of regrets: none"  What an amazing take on Ami and how she processes information and how she deals with the situation she is in.  I still get chills up my back when I read the story.  -- @amberlilly​

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*  I love your Between the Lines series, it's how I found your Tumblr and liveblogs back in the day -- @amboato​

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*  Author Alert.  “So never, ever, going to live this down.” -- @crunchbuttsteak​

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*  "Of her word" quote "But for all that, it remained sand. Rei erased it with one swipe."  -- Dei

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*  Between The Lines. Adding further character/emotional depth to canon is YES PLZ. I really liked the whole idea of Usagi having trauma post-Pharaoh 90 and all the chapters that hit on that. On a less serious note Chibs' circus-related PTSD and freaking out when Hotaru wants to go to the circus kills me every time. ("But your precious dreams Hotaru-chan!")  -- forgottenfae

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*  This is probably the obvious choice, but "The Sounds of The Silence" has haunted me in all the best ways since I first read it. The way you write Rei, Usagi, and Rei and Usagi hits me right in the heart every time. This particular fic, with Usagi so traumatized, and Rei being as soft and gentle as Usagi needs, will always stick with me. I pulled up the fic to try and narrow down a single line, and ultimately there's no real debate. "She would never stop trying to do more, but for now, she simply did this." That line is, at its core, the essence of Rei Hino. And it is perfection.  -- gatorsandglitter

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*  I don't expect this to win at all, just sharing,, but I just super fondly remembered the goggles and all the amazing content, meta, and fic those inspired, both from you and others  -- @goosebytrade

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*  "You Win or You Die"  my favorite line is "She and Rei WOULD have The Moment, they WOULD get their thousand years of bliss, and they WOULD be making out after all this was over. Like, SO HARD."  -- @i-needa-nap-please

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*  I'm always really bad at answering questions like this because my mind has pretty much become a goldfish in my old age and I have a hard time remembering specific fics; it all sort of starts to jumble up in my brain and things get lost. But I have always loved reading your writing, it's what got me onto this godforsaken website in the first place -- it was just before Crystal dropped, and we were all foolishly full of hope and excitement, and you were going through the Moon Pride video and waxing poetic about the FRIENDSHIPS and I was like, "YES! Finally! Someone who understands why I love this stupid kids' show!" I think I sent you an ask saying this before, (but who knows if you ever got it, Tumblrs being what they are - indifferent) but I tried reading fanfic and even published novels based on properties, like the Buffy novels and Star Trek and Star Wars novels, for a long time, and mostly found it frustrating and annoying and just... wrong. It always had this awkwardness and clunkiness to it that didn't do anything for me and just constantly screamed "THIS IS A FANFIC IT IS NOT REAL WRITING" at me. Didn't like it. But, I liked yours. Yours didn't feel awkward or clunky. You have never written any sentences like, "Rei watched the blonde stand up" where "the blonde" is Minako, and I don't know why fanfic writers think that calling characters "the blonde" or "the redhead" or whatever is sexy or cute but it ain't (sorry, pet peeve tangent). So, when you were writing stuff more, I would read it like it was going out of style, and you led me to Doc's writing, which had the same natural, "this is real writing" quality, and I loved hers, too. Anyway, my favorites of yours have always been the Between the Lines stuff. I just love the "hidden" moments that we didn't get to see. The Rosencrantz and Guildenstern are Dead bits of Sailor Moon (speaking of fanfic that actually works) that bring so much depth to characters we know and love already or to characters we see only briefly. Also, the Shadow Senshi, because FUCK. Just... Kill Me. In any event, I know that writing has been difficult for you of late, and I know how that feels, so I hope that people who are actually able to answer this question have given you some places to go and draw strength from so that it can become part of your life again. TBH, I've been using the bonus questions on your Giftening surveys and Doc's 8 Days surveys as an excuse to try doing some small bits of quick, no pressure, nobody's gonna see it unless you or Doc actually LIKE it, don't think about it writing, and it has been helpful. I hope you can find something that gives you the same opportunity. Now that I've written you a novel that doesn't even answer the question you asked (goldfish, remember? *sigh*), have a gorgeous Tuesday!  -- @incorrecttact

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*  The one with Pluto and Queen Serenity, where Serenity is selfish in a very Usagi way, but her arrogance combined with that selfishness makes it a fatal flaw? I liked that one a lot. -- Jules

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*  the bit you wrote to 'fill in' a gap for why during r did mamoru act like a distant jerk. My favourite parts were Rei coming to see the same dream, and despite being the one to have the biggest reason to believe in these kinds of prophetic visions, Rei still doesn't believe fate is set in stone. -- just... a fan. a well-baked one

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*  Make It To New Year's -- @kaleidodreams

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*  ahhh, where is a link to all of your fanfic? It's the series you started after S, with Rei comforting Usagi, because like you I was let down by the fact that they never followed up on what Usagi saw, or even how she dealt, with the end of S. runner up: the one where Usagi is about to give birth because everything you write with Rei and Usagi is amazing. -- kari

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*  There was a drabble/draft/something that you used one of my prompts for, and I prompted you with Usagi and Rei, but you did it from Luna's perspective and THAT WAS SO UNEXPECTED and it turned out SO GOOD cause like!!!!!! You made Sailor Moon both someone Luna cares for, because still the legacy of the moon, and someone utterly discouraging for her because *this should not be*, and wow what a way to make it both about Usagi herself and about her powers.  -- katrani

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*  I love the btl fics, they fill in the missing gaps, add depth to the story, and sometimes smooth over things (SuperS) when canon is just...blah. One line I really liked was: “I was listening, at first, but then I started thinking about how hungry I was, and how a pork bun would be really good right now, and then I wondered what makes a thing a bun, and like, if you put ANYTHING in a bun, does it become a Thing-Bun, so could you make a bun out of another bun and would it be a Bun Bun, and wouldn’t that be the greatest thing to– Rei?” It's a great run-on, stream of thought sentence that just really catches Usagi's voice, is hilarious, and such a natural progression. -- @kumeko

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*  “HUG,” Usagi demanded again, because dammit, she’d been promised a hug and SOMEONE was going to deliver. (The one where Michiru has the hiccups. Because it's fun HaruMichi stuff, because it weaponises Usagi in a useful way, because it manages to (gently) make fun of both perfect!Michiru and saint!Usagi without being mean to either character, and also because I get hiccups a lot and I haaaaate them.) -- nerdy-flutterings

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*  I can't remember a specific fic, but I LOVE your Shadow Senshi headcanons and they're the main reason I started writing my own Shadow Senshi stories. -- @notesfromtheidiotbox

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*  The Figuarts saga is the Sailor Moon fic I never knew I needed -- Raye

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*  Special Delivery is a delight. So much Rei Certainty (that ends up being misplaced). So much Usagi being The Most Usagi About Pregnancy. So much Comedic Hijinks, because why the hell WOULDN’T ‘the Senshi get blindsided when Usagi goes into labor’ end up going full screwball? There’s a lot of great lines there (Rei’s theory about Chibs taking control of the Gate of Time and manipulating things is fantastic, as is the ending,) but my favorite is definitely “Rei Hino if I give birth to my daughter on the side of the road I swear I will go back in time and tear all the pages out of your favorite coloring book! [...] I’ll break the crayons too, Rei-chan!” Delightfully specific and childish, especially since Usagi sticks with it, and that particular brand of comic specificity is definitely a highlight of yours. -- Regalli

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*  Fire on Mountain!!! When I got to “Her voice was deeper than most expected when facing the certainty of her. It was rough, sandpaper running over cherry. She’d been a singer, once. Nobody would have believed her.” I was like oh. OH! -- Sasha

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*  My favorite of your fanfic, one one of the first I read is 'Hard to Break'. And my absolute favorite line is Usagi's panic when Minako tries to smoke: "Minako who was almost certainly dying, the cigarette had spread its evil and killed her instantly oh god."  -- @shavedjudomonkey

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*  Tonight Ami would grieve, and wish she understood why.'  This Between the Lines about Ami getting her mini computer both haunts me and brings tears to my eyes.  -- @shonasof

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*  I can't remember the title, but it's the one where Minako realizes that Rei's been writing Sailor V fanfic under the name Red Bow -- Somariel

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*  You would think Mako-chan's Happy Ending, but nope, this one goes to Hard to Break (although I had to look up the exact name.) This thing is filled with such great lines. How am I supposed to pick out one? "[Watch out, boys,]" Minako said in smooth and entirely unnecessary English. "[Lady Super Cool is on the prowl.]" -- Ultrace

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*  I forget the title, but it's the 'last senshi standing' fic where Ami is reflecting on the battle that took the others from her. Detatched and cold as she analyzes Rei Minako and Mako and finally Usagi's death with a medical efficiency, going through her Visors readout and then reflecting that the clinical words were nothing compared to what she'd actually seen. following up the method of death of the senshi with a statistic in relation to her friendship with the girl. Number of milkshakes shared, number of conversations lasting well into the night, number of hugs, number of smiles that brightened the darkest of moods. Describing how Rei's heart was pulped in a monster's grip, Minako's once beautiful face smashed against the rocks, Mako's lightning that outlived its mistress as she and Usagi ran off, and then finally that one last attempt to protect Usagi failing as 'Cervical Fracture' flashes on her visor. And From there she just... accepts death. sitting beside where Usagi had fallen and waiting for the end. it's dark af but it's the first one that always comes to mind when i think about ur fics :>  -- Vega

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*  I am extremely predictable here with two of my choices, as you know that I am obsessed with Fire on the Mountain and Blue Shirt, two things you wrote when you "definitely couldn't write" (Sidenote: My new year's resolution is to be harder on your about writing) We all know why I love blue shirt, it's basically an underhand pitch to the face for me, but Fire on the Mountain has a quality of regret and longing that I really connected with, something that really struck me in a way that was powerful. It's different from a lot of your inners work, and I think about Mina posing as Rei, in her disguise magic in the woods, and all the reasons why, fairly often. Something that MAY come as a surprise to you, is I really wish we got more ofyour overwatch stuff, and maybe I'll just keep asking for this for my birthday for the rest of our natural lives, but I think of like, the one you wrote on 7/14/20, with Pharah longing to have a man to shoot in the face because that would be easier than the emotions around whatever's going on with her, and I'm utterly tantalized. And I loved that hurt/comfort you wrote for me, where Pharah had this single minded drive to find out what had happened to Angela, and Tracer's trying to, well, comfort her, on some level, and the way you described Pharah's "animal cry" was FANTASTIC, and as always I am deeply jealous of your Tracer voice and IF YOU WOULD WRITE IT MORE IT WOULD HELP ME. -- WRITE, BITCH.

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*  The one were Hotaru confronted Michiru and Haruka about how they had tried to kill her in order to stop the Silence. Such a good little moment =w= -- zorrito

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AND THEN THESE WERE UNSIGNED SAD FACE

*  Chosen. I like your Overwatch stuff but Chosen was a goddamn masterpiece.

*  Operation: Heart Angels. Senshi going after Mamoru for his bullshit was something I didn't know I needed.

*  The entirety of Beggars Would Ride, including every single line of Anya's dialogue.

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I’ll be drawing for the bonus liveblog around the start of THE GIFTENING 2020 (currently looking to be Monday, 11 January 2021). Each bonus question is another chance to earn an entry! I CAN ABSOLUTELY AND SHAMELESSLY BE BOUGHT.

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Demons(you).me: Chapter 8 - The Cult of Fortuna’s charity event (Part 2)

Artwork Commissioned from Aya/Itouyas on twitter! Please check her out! <3

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Summary:

In a city controlled by the generally altered race of Demons, Lady’s life as a mercenary on the lower floor was never easy. Especially when she ran into Dante. A demon on the hunt for his missing brother.

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Fandom: Devil May Cry

Rating: Mature

Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence

Characters: Vergil, Lady, Dante, Trish

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Chapter 8:

“Who are you?!

The doppelgänger of Eva raised an eyebrow in confusion at his hysteria. “One of your kind?” She said, like it was the most obvious thing in the world. "I’m on your side, so calm yourself."

Wait, she sees herself as a demon? Great, that totally didn’t soothe Dante’s fears! In fact the complete opposite. Only bringing forth more questions than answers in his already overworked mind.

“S-Sorry. I, uh didn’t expect to see another…” He gulped for the words. "Another one of us down here.” He said shakily, lowering his sword, yet still not letting go of it completely. Playing along seemed like the best option right now in Dante’s mind. Freaking out, as reasonable as it was, wasn’t going to get him anywhere with this.“Why are you here then?"

“I would think the reason is pretty obvious, given that they are currently sitting around us.” The doppelgänger gestured to the limp bodies of the leaders.  “Dispatch sent me to deal with these lunatics, and so I have. Though, how very thoughtful of them to send me a backup just in case~ You’re a damn good fighter, and I like that in an assistant."

“Dispatch?” So the demonic military had been looking into taking out the Cult of Fortuna as well then? Eh, not too big of a surprise. It was always gonna be a matter of time. At least on the upside, they’d saved him a job by pulling their ‘disappearing’ act on them here and now. “Oh right, dispatch! Yeah, they didn’t tell me anything about you being here. So hence, uh… all that-”

“Its fine, all is forgiven.” She cut in briskly, waving him off. Clearly holding no resentment at least. “They were probably trying to protect my identity. It's hard to put up a decent front if you know who you can trust!”

“True” Dante responded, somewhat detached; weakly leaning back against the solid wall behind him. In truth, he barely processed her words, too unsettled by the tone of her voice, that gentle yet smug smile not too dissimilar to his own… it was all too uncanny.

Ugh, this is so weird! He whined to himself, rubbing the bridge of his nose tiredly. Why couldn’t she just be a clone of Lady? At least she’d have another pretty sister if that were the case! Maybe a little more murderous, but I could work with that-

A chorus of radio chatter spat its way out of the busted helmet. Easily startling the two of them, as they quickly turned their heads towards the sound. The thick static it emanated, made it far too hard to make out exactly what was being said. But if Dante had to guess just by how many voices were overlapping each other whenever it did get audible, the situation sounded quite hectic.

“Seems like security just found out about our little play session." Gloria commented, glancing over her shoulder towards the open door. The sound of a stampede of feet bashing against laminate sounding in the distance. She sighed, shaking her head. “And here I thought Agnus would be a slower runner.”

“Hang on, you didn’t kill all of them?!” Dante yelled in surprise. This wasn’t good at all. How the hell were they going to make good on their deal with Augustus if they hadn’t cut off all the hydra’s heads? (Maybe a bit too literally in the unfortunate case of the guy near to Dante.) God, Vergil was going to have his guts for this…

“I dealt with who I was ordered to deal with. We’ll leave it at that.” The woman in white said ominously, turning her back on him and heading towards the door.

“Right. Totally not the short and simple way of saying you fucked up!” Dante scoffed, unbelieving.

“Oh, I could’ve killed him if I wanted.” Gloria reassured him confidently. Throwing her gilded blade up into the air playfully and catching it again stylishly. “We need to get moving.”

She left the room. Leaving Dante to on hurry after her begrudgingly; his bold red half-cape billowing behind him.

Okay. Maybe we can still get away with this, even if the cult leaders aren’t all dead! Dante thought, trying to reassure himself. As long as the Cult of Fortuna doesn't reform under Agnus. Augustus will have no reason to think we screwed up. Yeah! All he wants is his family to be free. So like he need to know about the finer details of this mission anyway-

His stream of consciousness was abruptly cut off, when his foot came into contact with something solid and heavy, just as he passed through the doorway. The demon glanced down curiously, only to immediately regret the decision when he found the two guards who’d assailed him at the door, laying out cold on the floor. Looking distinctly very dead, if the large pools of blood around them was anything to go by.

That explains why you guys didn’t come charging in at the first sound of commotion. Damn. Dante mused, awkwardly stepping over the guard’s arm he’d come into contact with. Trying to avoid getting blood on his dark metallic feet, with picky, small steps.

“Are you coming?” Gloria’s impatient voice asked. Dante looked up, finding his mother’s doppelgänger standing there in the darkness with her arms crossed disapprovingly - still holding her sword in one hand. “The sight of a few dead bodies scaring you, recruit?”

“Hey, I’m not the summer intern lady! Show me some respect, alright?” Dante said, biting back with his usual wit. Confidently walking off ahead of her down the hall ahead of her. “What even gives you authority over me anyway?”

“Oh I’ve only spent the last six months infiltrating my way inside here. I’d think with that amount of effort, I should be in charge instead of the guy who rocks up at the last minute!”

“Hey, sometimes it’s only the last few minutes that count in the end anyway!” Dante responded cheekily, lifting his crimson sword up and resting it on his shoulders. An overly-dramatic, mournful sigh escaping him, as he pressed his hand on his forehead, like he was a tragic character on stage. “Though, not that my epic tea serving skills will ever be appreciated now."

“They were very nice, dear.” Gloria complimented calmly from his side. The blond woman had caught up with him once again. "Is that what you wanted to hear?”

“Perhaps. Although your real name would be nice too.” Dante smirked.

He knew he was pushing it a bit here. If she was sent by the demonic military, it was likely she wasn’t allowed to reveal her true identity to anyone for the sake of keeping things nice and secure; names always meant loose ends, and that was never good for anything covert.

It was a rule that Dante knew better than most (He kinda broke it... pretty often. Had the higher-ups or his dad found out about his first meeting with Lady for example, he no doubt would’ve gotten one hell of a rocket up his ass for how many protocols he’d broken). So the chances that uptight ‘Gloria’ here was gonna spill the beans on…well anything about herself, let alone the similarities to his mother, was unlikely at best.  

It seemed he wasn’t wrong, as Trish’s face turned hard at the suggestion. Looking dead ahead with the stern procession, pretending as though he wasn’t there. Leaving an uncomfortable silence (Not that you couldn’t really call it that though, with all the panicked yelling and commands to ’search the area’ echoing down from a few corridors back) to fall upon them.

But that wasn’t to say there was a glimmer of hope. Every now and then, her lips would twitch almost like she was on the verge of saying something before shutting herself down once again. Until finally, she anxiously glanced over her shoulder and spoke.

“Trish.”

Hot damn! He actually got something out of her! “Trish? Oh like Beatrice-“

“Just Trish.” She insisted firmly. Her fixing her green eyes over to the young man beside her, with an fearsome intensity only Vergil could match. "And your’s?”

Oh. He hadn’t thought that far ahead with this.

Should I tell her? Crap, that was a tough question. Sure in the here and now it would be fine. Perfectly reasonable too since she’d given her own. But, what happened when this mission was over? Trish would most likely have to report back on how this operation went down. Write up some boring essay that Dante normally left Vergil to handle. She’d surely mention he was involved as her ‘back-up’ or something. And that would be fine if she left it vague. There were plenty of grunts like him out there so he’d be pretty anonymous.

But…if he was named. It wouldn’t take long for some clever-clogs back at dispatch to realise he was here unauthorised. Questions would be asked most certainly, and Dante wasn’t sure how well he or Vergil could defend themselves once that started happening. What, being involved in an unauthorised capacity on an operation months in the making, if he went off what Trish said. From there, it could only unravel more and more. The two week absence, Vergil’s little murder tour of the cities’ databanks, Lady, Eva-

What if they already know about Eva?  Stuck the sudden, horrifying thought. Trish thinks she’s a demon. What if they had- No! They can’t have done that!

“I’m risking a lot telling you that, you know?” Trish huffed angrily, brushing hair out of her face rather elegantly. “Going to return the favour or not?”

“Yeah yeah I am..” Dante brushed her off, his voice quivering slight. If.. if they had done what he thought they’d done. There was no point hiding anything anymore.

There was no point to anything.  

“Its.. its Dante”

“Good name.” Trish praised, a faint smile tracing her lips.

“Heard it before then?” He pried, returning with his usual confidant edge. Yet, that couldn’t be anywhere further from the truth in reality. His stomach was a torrent of nervous energy, swishing and swirling in anticipation for what would come as her reply. Honestly not sure if it would be a blessing or a curse if she did recognise him.

“No. It's just an instinct. Nothing grander than that I’m afraid.” Trish professed a little bashful. “Although, rolls off the tongue rather nicely I suppose."

“I’ll take that as a compliment.” Dante said, smiling weakly. Perhaps there was something there after all…

All of a sudden, Trish reached an arm across Dante’s chest and pulled him so they were both pressed flat against the wall.

“Hey, what was that for-“

“Shut it.” Trish ordered sternly, voice low. Putting a finger to her lips, before gesturing with her eyes to the end of the corridor.

Dante followed their gaze. In the dull yellow light leaking from around the corner. Two shadows, large and twisted in a way that made their builds indistinguishable, traced their way across the floor. Thankfully it seemed they had already passed by, if Dante guessed from the direction the shadows were moving. Having missed the pair of demons completely by some stroke of luck.

“Think we’re safe. They’re leaving.” Dante whispered, moving to get up, only the flat edge of Trish’s golden blade to be pressed against his chest. Pinning down him in place, unmoving.

“Not so fast.” Trish advised sternly. Carefully observing the shadows’ movements as they danced across the floor. “They’re going to loop back round any minute now."

“Loop back round? Look, their probably just catering staff on the move. Unless they’ve dropped any napkins on the floor that I’ve missed here, they are going to be long gone any minute now-“

“And why exactly would catering staff move in groups of two?” Trish inquired. She had a point. Tonight had taught Dante enough to know he was barking up the wrong tree here. He’d been left to do stuff on his own, actively encouraged in fact. So yeah, for two people to be walking around together with no trolly did seem kinda strange to be honest. “They’re most likely guards on patrol no doubt. My men….the cults' guards have a protocol to move in groups of two. Means if one goes down the other can call for help. I know because I instituted it."

“Geez, thanks for making our lives harder I guess?” Dante joked.

“Oh I try my best~” Trish stated modestly. Removing her sword from his chest and lowering it back down to her side. “May as well make it up to you then, shouldn’t I Dante? I’ll only be a moment."

Sticking close to the wall, Trish swiftly began to make her way down the corridor. Disappearing around the corner moments later in one fluid, deadly movement.

Off she goes killing again. Dante sighed to himself, letting out air he didn’t even realise he was holding in. The relief that he was on his own again striking him in that moment. He was thankful for it. Any more stress, and his strained heart probably was gonna give out young. And let’s just say keeling over from a heart attack, wasn’t exactly on the demon's to-do list tonight.

The young man reclined his head back against the freezing wall. Maybe I should tell her to just keep to non-violent takedowns until we get out of here. Would’ve thought a trail of dead bodies is going to be pretty obvious to follow-

“What the-“ Cried a distinctly familiar, peppy voice. Followed by a surge of bright blue light streaking across the wall from around the corner. The crash of someone collapsing to the ground echoing down the corridor to Dante’s sensitive ears. Alerting him.

That can’t be good! Dante thought, imminently springing into action. Hurriedly sprinting down to check what was going on.

Only to be met at gunpoint by Lady when he rounded the corner.

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[fanfictionaries]

Love and Academia Ch. 3 - Dream Homes and Disloyalty

Pairing: AU Professor!Bucky x OFC

Warnings: Swearing, smut, NSFW/18+ only, mentions of death/violence/suicide

Author’s note: We get a nice little look into Bucky’s perspective this week. Also because this is an AU and I am the God on the worlds I create, Steve has a big family and he’s from the midwest. I just want him to be a happy little farm boy! 

And as always, I do not currently have a beta reader so please excuse any larger issues. it’s just little ol’ me!

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Bucky’s feet hit the ground. Left, right, left, right. He was on the final mile of his morning run. Usually by this time he’d be well into his runner’s high, feeling great as he finished off his fifth mile, but today it was like each step made him weaker and slower. His legs cut through the air like a knife cutting through frozen butter. He thought about stopping, just giving up and calling that day’s run short, but a yip at his side and the brush of a cold nose on his calf eliminated the idea immediately. Trixie, his border collie, would be an energetic wreck all day if she didn’t get her full five miles. So, he pushed through, finally slowing to a walk when he’d fully completed his run.

“There, ya happy?” Bucky asked, looking down at his dog. Trixie looked up at her owner briefly, tail wagging, tongue hanging from her mouth, and looking as pleased as ever as she padded beside him. He held her leash loosely in his hand as Trixie led the way towards their new house. Their new home.

It was a red brick Victorian style home nestled on a quiet back street. It’s deep green door, white trim, and beautiful garden of roses and irises held a certain charm. The garden had been the main selling point for him and Diane. Diane had been so taken by the white picket fence in the front yard, with the ivy-colored trellis framing the walkway to the front door. She insisted they put in an offer straight away, even though they weren’t planning on moving for another year. Bucky had called her crazy, saying that it was insane for them to pay both rent in Brooklyn and a mortgage in Idaho. But she had reasoned that with both of their jobs and their minor expenses they could easily afford it and it was a small price to pay for their dream home.

“You mean your dream home?” Bucky laughed.

“It’s not your dream home?” Diane asked, slightly crestfallen at the realization.

“Your dream is my dream,” Bucky said, and it was true. His dream was her and therefore whatever her dream was, was his as well.

But now as he treaded across the loose boards on the front porch to unlock the door that stuck, he cursed her for making this their dream. Opening the door and crossing the threshold, he unhooked Trixie’s leash and placed his keys on the table next to the front door. Trixie, apparently wiped from their run, laid on her bed across the living room and promptly fell asleep. Bucky reached for the remote and turned on the TV, skimming through the channels until he got the local news, and then settled into the rest of his workout. It was always the same: sit ups, pushups, pull ups, repeat. The same simple routine helping to bring him clarity. Something he needed a lot of these days.

The decision to leave Brooklyn had been his idea. His contract with NYU was coming to an end, and he just kept feeling like he needed a change. He’d called Brooklyn home his entire life. Despite his short time away for undergrad at Boston University, he’d been born in Brooklyn, grown up in the streets of Brooklyn with his brothers, gotten his PhD at NYU, gotten his first teaching position there, met Diane there. But he was growing restless of the same old story. Diane, thankfully, agreed. She, being from Montana, enjoyed her time on the east side of the country, but was ready to be closer to home.

Bucky had just finished his last set when his phone buzzed on the coffee table. Not even thinking, he reached for it and pressed the green call button.

“So, he finally answers,” Steve boomed from the other end. Bucky sighed inwardly; he’d been avoiding Steve all week since they’d last seen each other at the bar.

“Hey man, what’s up?”

“Oh, you know, I was just wondering if I could actually see my best friend and catch up with him finally. Or will I have to wait another six years?”

“Alright, alright, message received jerk. Why don’t we grab coffee this morning? I’m headed into the office a little later and I have time before then,” Bucky said, feeling guilty for not making it up to Steve for completely bailing on their guys night last week. Steve laughed and agreed, throwing out a time and place before ending the call.

Bucky showered before dressing in a pair of jeans and white t-shirt. He brushed his wet hair and contemplated trimming his beard before saying ‘fuck it’ and walking out of the bathroom. Making his way down the stairs, he was halfway down when a step gave under his foot. With a loud crack, the wood split in two and he was ankle deep in pain and frustration.

“Jesus fucking Christ!”

Bucky pulled his foot from the hole and continued walking down the stairs gingerly. Pulling up his pant leg, he assessed that there was minimal damage, and proceeded to grab his wallet, keys, and phone from the coffee table. He crouched down by Trixie’s bed and gave her a scratch behind the ear.

“I’ll be back later girl,” Bucky said. Trixie nuzzled his palm with her nose before giving it a kiss and laying her head back down on her bed.

Fifteen minutes later and Bucky was seated at a table in a small coffee shop, ice coffee in hand, with Steve sat across from him.

“It’s good to see you man. Really good,” Steve said, taking a sip of his coffee and leaning back in his seat.

“I know, it really is. Tell me again why you moved all the way out here after college?” Bucky asked, rubbing a bead of condensation away from the side of his cup.

“Oh, you know me. Boston was fun but after four years I was done with the big city. It’s not home, but most of my family isn’t even in Minnesota anymore anyways.”

“And you’re liking it here so far?”

“Oh, I love it. My parents are here, so is my sister Mary. Mike’s still in Bloomington, but him and the wife have been talking about moving down here too. You know us Rogers—can’t stay apart for too long. We always end up finding our way back together,” Steve chuckled.

“Yea, you are a dysfunctional bunch, aren’t you,” Bucky teased.

“Oh please, I’ve met the Barnes family several times. How many times has your mom called you?”

“Today or in the last week?” Bucky laughed, thinking about how his mom had called him at least three times a day for the past month he had been in Idaho.

“Mary still seeing that finance guy?” Bucky asked, trying to remember the small details Steve had dropped about his family over the years through their phone calls.

“Oh Doug? God no. No, he turned out to be a real piece of shit…why? You interested?” Steve grinned, raising an eyebrow at Bucky.

“You seriously trying to set me up with your sister man?”

“Hey—" Steve held his hands up in defense “—I’m just saying. She’s always had a bit of a thing for you.”

“Well, that’s certainly news to me, but I’m not exactly single Steve,” Bucky sighed.

“I thought you said Diane said—”

“Yea, I know what she said but it doesn’t really mean I agree with it. That was her idea, not mine.”

“So, the other night at the bar?”

“Was a mistake. Besides, nothing really happened.”

Steve looked skeptical, “She seemed pretty upset right before she left. You sure nothing really happened?”

“What are you implying?”

“Nothing. I’m just worried about you.”

There was a long silence as they sat there. Bucky refusing to look at Steve. Steve refusing to look away from Bucky. Bucky had felt guilty that night with Emily. He truly had. Diane’s words had run through his head that night over and over again. He thought that if he had kept it impersonal, maybe he could do it. With Diane not there, he was lonely and god, he had been wildly attracted to Emily. Probably more than he liked to admit. But no matter what Diane said, when it came down to it, it still felt like a betrayal.

“Well, at least something good came out of that night,” Bucky stated, steering the conversation in another direction.

“Oh yea? What?”

“I’m assuming you went home with her friend, yea?”

At the mention of Natasha, Steve’s face went bright red and he coughed into his hand, “We uh, no we didn’t. She wanted to but…”

“You said no?” Bucky asked shocked.

“Yea, well you know me. I’m a bit old fashioned. I want to take a girl out on an actual date before we—”

“Fuck each other’s brains out?”

“Something like that—" Steve smirked into his coffee cup, “—I’m taking her out for dinner tomorrow actually.”

Bucky smiled at Steve, his best friend looking bashful but excited, “Gonna’ show her the ol’ Steve Rogers’ charm?”

“I’m just hoping I don’t make a fool of myself. It’s been a while since I went out on a date. You know, what with me and Peggie splitting and she’s…very confident. She definitely knows what she wants,” Steve admitted.

“Oh, you’re for sure going to make a fool of yourself, but I don’t think that’ll hurt your chances.”

Bucky laughed as Steve reached across the table and tried to punch him in the arm.

“Jerk,” Steve said, smiling the whole time. They talked for a while longer, Bucky asking about Steve’s family and Steve doing the same. They talked about mutual friends and what they were up to. About an hour had passed when Steve asked about Bucky’s new job.

“So, when do you start your new gig?”

“This coming Monday. I was actually going to stop by today and take care of paperwork, maybe check out my new office,” Bucky said, draining the last of his coffee.

“Well, I won’t keep you from that. I should probably get going. I’ve got to head to the gym and then get home and get some stuff done.”

They stood and said their goodbyes, promising to hang out again soon before exiting the coffee shop and getting in their cars. It was a short drive from there to the university. The red brick and lush green trees reminding Bucky of home. However, stepping out of his truck, the dry heat was a pleasant reminder that this place was definitely not humid, sticky Brooklyn in August. Locking his car behind him in the visitor’s parking lot, he walked casually towards the Life Science’s building. He admired the landscaping as he walked, always finding humor in how every university seemed to try and make their campus as pretty as possible right before school started. A nicer grounds always did well for visiting prospective students, parents dropping off their children for their first year, and returning students who wanted a reason to stay.

The Life Science’s building was definitely older than some of the other buildings on campus, but that didn’t both him too much. He climbed the stairs, old linoleum steps peeling and cracking as he double checked the office number on his phone. Room 439. As he neared the room tucked back into a corner of the floor, he began to hear music. Gradually it increased in volume, a punky beat from a band that he recognized. It became clear that the music was coming from room 439 when he entered through the front door. Looking around he saw an older lab, boxes piled high and lab equipment strewn about haphazardly. The music was coming from the office within the lab, this time though, he could hear a voice singing along to it. It was loud, raspy, and overall offkey. Maybe he had the wrong room number? He walked towards the office, hoping to ask whoever was in there for some help finding the right place. Inside was a young woman dressed in a pair of baggy jeans and t-shirt. He watched in amusement as she danced to the music, obviously under the impression that she was alone as her hips wiggled and head bopped side to side.

“Um, excuse me. I think this is my office,” he called over the music, feeling bad that he was probably going to embarrass the girl. She jumped at his voice and when she whipped around the ground fell out from underneath him.

“What the hell are you doing here?” he asked. Anger, for some reason, being his initial reaction to seeing Emily standing in what was supposed to be his office. Emily, a woman who had told him that she was a bartender. Emily, a woman he had almost hooked up with and then snubbed very dickishly at a bar about a week ago.

She seemed pretty upset right before she left. Steve’s words rang in his mind.

[planetsam]

60. "Can we Just pretend like we're normal for once?" For Mylex!

I was given the ok for this to be Malex, Kyle’s here too. 

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“Alex you have to come with us!” One of the guys says, “come on! We’re going to go get the aliens!”

Michael comes very close to choking on his beer. Out of respect for Maria, he’s let her kick him out of the pony for a solid three weeks. Finally attempting to come back in, she paused talking to Isobel long enough to put a beer in front of him and show him the new emotional damages surcharge on his tab. What he hadn’t been expecting was to see Alex there, with a few friends. They’re all dressed casually and Michael can’t resist eavesdropping the moment he hears the A-word.

“Seriously no one knows more about them than you. Didn’t you work at that UFO Emporium place?”

“I’m not much of a runner,” Alex protests weakly.

“You are now, I saw you!”

Michael’s seen him too. He’s got a new prosthetic that curves backwards and he’s taken up running. Michael’s had two great loves in his life and they’ve become hybridized as Alex runs shirtless with a top of the line piece of metal in place of his leg. It’s like a special penance the universe has designed to torture him. Michael takes a swig of his beer and knows better than to interrupt either of the conversations.

“Besides,” one of them smacks his shoulder, “I remember you saying one night that it was your fantasy to bang an alien.”

The beer almost comes out of his nose.

“No, no you said if I had to pick a mythical creature—“ Alex starts.

“And you picked alien!”

Alex groans and Michael fights to breathe properly. Alex didn’t know. He knows Alex didn’t know. And Alex had no idea that aliens were even real let alone that he was one. But Michael’s always had this thing about finding a way to give Alex what he wants. He usually fucks it up, falls short, you name it, but he always tries. Even when it comes to dumb shit like always making sure there’s bottles of his preferred lubricants laying around or in his car or whatever. Little things. Hearing that being an alien may have done something for Alex just makes him pleased and regretful all at the exact same time.

“So we go to Area 51 and we find Alex a hot alien,” the guy says and the others cheer.

“You don’t even know what they’ll look like!” Alex protests.

Michael finally risks a glance over his shoulder and it seems to be at the same time Alex sees him. Immediately Alex turns red which sends a whoop up from the people he’s getting a beer with. Things are super fucking awkward between them at the moment. Everything’s big picture, it’s crushingly heavy. Watching Alex get teased about his desire to fuck an alien is almost sweet. The bravado and cool facade Michael’s used to seeing on his face has slipped in the comfort of his friends. Michael’s not sure if he’s glad Alex has them or if he’s jealous that they can do what he can’t. The moment stretches between them and then one of the guys looks over.

“Hey!” He calls. Alex’s eyes widen and Michael takes a swig from his beer, ready to look away, “Cowboy,” he glances down at the hat he’s got on his knee, “yeah, you,” okay there’s no escaping so he looks back at him, “you wanna help us rush Area 51 and find Alex a hot alien boyfriend?”

Alex opens and closes his mouth before hanging his head in sheer embarrassment and Michael presses his lips together before taking his beer and coming over. The group immediately makes room for him next to Alex and they quickly introduce themselves.

“So you’re rushing Area 51?” Michael says.

“Yeah,” Scott tells him.

“Isn’t it dangerous?”

“They can’t shoot all of us,” Derek tells him. Michael disagrees but knows better than to say that, “plus we gotta get Alex his alien.”

“Alex hates aliens,” Michael corrects, keeping the smile on his face as regret aches in his heart.

“No,” Alex says, suddenly a bit more serious, “I never said that.”

Michael raises an eyebrow and Alex shoots him a glare. Scott leans forward intently.

“When did that happen?” He asks, “Alex used to be obsessed. He’d collect shit and drag us to every lame alien museum. Said it reminded him of home.”

Michael fights to be impassive at this. Alex takes half his drink like it’s a shot.

“I don’t know,” Michael says with a shrug, “guess he got tired of their bullshit,” he continues, “makes sense. Those little grin guys can be assholes.”

“I never said I was tired of them or of their bullshit,” Alex snaps.

It’s kind of funny to see him go from embarrassed to annoyed, but what Michael really adores is the inside joke. Or conversation they’re having. Which none of his friends seem to realize is happening. That makes him possessive and a dick, but two beers in he’ll take this moment. Before Alex meets some hot, nice, normal guy when he tries to rush Area 51 and goes happily off into the sunset.

“Sorry, I had a couple,” he says wiggling the beer, “what’d you say again?”

“I said that they needed to get their lives together,” Alex says, “and stop hurting everyone.”

“By not showing up?” Derek asks. Alex holds his eyes for a moment and then turns to his friend, “they can’t show up, they’re locked up. And we’re gonna go get them out!”

Everyone whoops except for him and Alex. Alex glares and he takes a drink.

“Aliens got sober,” he says.

“That’s great,” Alex tells him calmly.

“And they made nice. Which is why they’re allowed here after serious apologies,” He continues.

“Good.”

Michael knows he’s still got a lot to prove but this is like coming up against a brick wall. He always forgets how fucking  stubborn Alex is. When he’s made up his mind, it’s his way or you can drive off a god damn cliff for all he cares. Michael’s got authority issues and trust issues to go with his abandonment issues. Because aliens spoke to a counselor in an effort to turn their life around. Alex either doesn’t trust it or doesn’t care. And unfortunately for both of them, being told he can’t do something is pretty much Michael’s kryptonite. Taking a swig off his beer he grins at the guys.

“So let’s get back to this Alex fucks a hot alien thing,” he says, “I’m totally in.”

Alex chokes.

“What?” He wheezes.

“Yeah,” Michael says, grinning at him, “I can’t think of anyone who deserves to get laid by an alien more. You need a hot alien in your life,” he says, “so how are we gonna get him one.”

“We’re heading out to Area 51 tomorrow,” Scott tells him helpfully, “you wanna come?”

“Absolutely,” Michael says, “Alex, you in?”

Alex looks like he’s going to kill him himself. But his eyes drag across all of them before they settle on Michael. Michael doesn’t realize he’s holding his breath until he sees Alex tense his jaw and that hardness seeps back into his eyes.

“No,” he says.

“Come on—“

Alex gets up.

“Alex, come on man! We were just kidding!” Derek calls after him as Alex leaves.

“I’ll go after him,” Michael says.

He slips out into the warm night. Alex doesn’t have his keys and he’s been drinking, but he looks torn between calling an Uber and just walking. His back goes tense and Michael gets the feeling he knows it’s him before he turns around. When he does though Alex looks irate.

“To be fair, I only turned around at hot alien,” Michael says.

“You cannot go to Area 51,” Alex says firmly.

“Huh?”

“You cannot go to Area 51,” Alex repeats. It takes a moment for Michael to realize that Alex is having a very different conversation. That Area 51 might be a—oh fuck of course it is. Because why wouldn’t it be? The thing he’s not expecting is for how concerned Alex looks, “it’s an R&D sight.

“Jesus Alex!”

“I know—“

“Can’t we just pretend to be normal for once?!”

The request erupts out of him and Alex freezes, almost surprised. Or surprised, but then he softens and for the first time in months Michael sees him smile because of something he said. He tries to fight what that does for to him, especially when Alex bites down on his bottom lip in an effort to stop the gesture. Then he laughs and Michael remembers what hope feels like. He shakes his head and Michael chuckles as well.

“By normal you mean talking about rushing Area 51 to find me an alien,” he says.

“Well, normal’s relative,” Michael says, “besides they didn’t know.”

Alex shakes his head.

“Look would you just help me keep them from going?” He says.

“Yeah, yeah,” Michael nods.

They make their way back towards the bar and the silence between them is nice for the first time in a really long time. Inside even the bar seems warmer. The table has a new person sitting at it and Kyle’s proven he’s not the worst thing over the past couple of months. He’s joking with Scott and Derek about something.

“So are you in?” Scott asks.

“In for what?” Kyle says.

“We’re storming Area 51 to find Alex a hot alien to bang,” Derek explain.

“What? Again?” Kyle says, looking between them.

Alex presses his fingers to the bridge of his nose and lets out a sigh. Michael bites down hard on his lip and grabs his beer before he can say anything dumb. Scott and Derek trade looks, uncomprehending of the joke which is probably for the best.

“What about you?” They say looking at Kyle.

“Nah, there’s enough hot aliens in Roswell,” he says.

No-one can understand why Michael snorts beer out of his nose and Alex looks very intently at his shoes. But a few more rounds that Maria brings over cures them of questions like that. Instead of ubering home directly, Michael finds himself walking along with Alex towards the junkyard. After a bit of barely being alone together Alex won’t seem to leave his side. Not that Michael’s complaining, he just wishes that he knew what the hell was going on.

“So you’re not thinking of going, are you?” He says, “to Area 51?”

“Not if I can fix things remotely,” Alex mumbles.

Michael feels better instantly because if anyone could it’s Alex, but he makes a note to check on him anyway. The last thing he needs is for Alex to get hurt over some combination of his dad and a Facebook group.

“Good,” he says absently. Alex looks over, “yeah, I mean, I’d hate to have to worry about you finding some other hot alien,” He says, “my last alien on alien smackdown didn’t go so hot.”

“I don’t think there are other aliens around,” Alex says thoughtfully.

“Hot dudes,” Michael amends.

“Well there’s those—“

“I don’t want you dating someone else,” he says.

That makes Alex grope for sobriety. At the very least it makes him blink and look at him, surprised. Michael shoves his hands into his pockets and lets Alex cycle through his emotions before settling on what’s most important to hide. But liquor and maybe worry make Alex remain adorably open.

“I didn’t want you to do that either,” he says.

“I know,” Michael sighs.

“I can date anyone I want to,” Alex adds firmly.

“I know,” he says, because it’s true.

“Anyone,” Alex stresses.

“I get it,” Michael says, trying not to think of some hot, buff, guy who can run really fast and probably owns more than three white shirts.

“Good,” Alex says almost smugly, “because I’m going to want to date you.”

Michael almost trips on his own feet. Swearing he looks over at Alex who looks open, serious and somehow smug too. The combination should be illegal. Especially when he’s wearing the red shirts that always make him look amazing. Not that anything keeps him from looking that way but Michael never seems to be able to take his eyes off him when he wears red.

“Not right now, not yet,” Alex says, “we’re drunk. But soon,” Michael’s throat bobs and it’s hard to swallow around excitement, “so I’m not going to go chase any hot aliens. Not when I’ve got you right here,” Michael’s throat closes as Alex steps very far into his personal space, “don’t go chasing any Air Force men.”

“You’re the only one I can stand,” Michael gets out.

“Good,” Alex says.

He’s so close, it would be so easy to kiss him but he’s drunk and he doesn’t want that. Still he swears he can almost feel it with how close Alex is.

“We’re going to the Emporium tomorrow, you should come with us.”

Michael would storm Area 51 for Alex so this seems easy in comparison.

“I’ll text you,” Alex says and pulls back.

Michael has to fight not to fully chase after him. Instead he just watches as Alex walks away and vaguely wonders if the red stitching on his back pockets is accidental or another sign from the universe that he is complete and utterly fucked when it comes to this man.

It’s probably both.

He doesn’t really have a problem with either.

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Closet (Gally X Reader) {SMUT} [High School AU]

Fandom: The Maze Runner series Pairings: Gally X Reader, Newt X Thomas (minor) Word Count: 2,594 Warnings: Underage sex, as Gally and the reader are in high school. I'd say they're around 17! This contains EXPLICIT sexual content! Do not read if you're uncomfortable with that! I'm not the greatest at writing smut, and I'm really trying to improve, so please be gentle with me!! Author's Note: I have a sequel to my Colin Ritman fic in the works, but this fic was closer to being done so I figured I'd edit it and get it posted! I have several more Gally fics in the works, along with several Newt fics and some Spencer Reid fics!! 💖 As always, feedback warms my heart!!

Why did it have to be Gally?

Your eyes flickered around the circle before landing on Gally. The same person your bottle had landed on only moments before.

It wasn't that you hated Gally or anything; as a matter of fact, you found him quite attractive. But Gally had been a complete asshole to Thomas, your brother's boyfriend, for as long as you could remember. He was constantly calling him names and picking fights with him, and Newt had made you promise to stay away from him.

Gally must've seen the hesitation on your face because he got up slowly, like he wasn't expecting you to follow him.

A game was a game and you weren't going to back down yet. You followed Gally into the closet as you set a timer for seven minutes on your phone. Minho locked the door behind you with a chuckle.

“I just want you to know that I don't expect us to actually do anything.” Gally spoke softly, and you were a little surprised by the sincerity in his voice.

You looked at him thoughtfully. “I won't lie, I think you're cute.”

You watched as Gally’s cheeks flushed faintly under the flickering bulb above your head.

“But I gotta know why you're always such an asshole to Tommy. If you don't like him because he's dating my brother, we definitely won't be doing anything. I don't date homophobes.”

“What? No, that's not why I dislike Thomas.” Gally seemed shocked that you would even think that. “It's a long story.” Gally said after a beat of silence.

You checked the timer on your phone. “We still have six minutes.” Gally chuckled and sat down with his back against the wall. You took a seat next to him.

“In elementary school and middle school, me, Newt, Minho, Alby, Frypan, and Chuck were all inseparable. Then freshman year rolled around and Thomas showed up, then Newt and Thomas started dating. Then Minho started going on dates, and Alby got a boyfriend, and whenever we tried to hang out, somebody was always busy. So we just stopped making plans. I can't remember the last time we all hung out together.”

You looked at him incredulously. “So your solution to missing your friends was to be a dick to the boyfriend of one of your friends, which did nothing but further ostracize you from your friends?”

Gally nodded sheepishly.

“Why didn't you just talk to them and tell them you were feeling left out and that you missed them?”

“I don't deal with emotions very well.” Gally admitted, and you looked at him thoughtfully. You checked the time on your phone again. Just under four minutes.

“Men are so clueless sometimes.” You said teasingly, before scooting closer to him and placing a soft hand on his cheek. “Maybe I can help you with that.”

Gally’s eyes flickered down to your lips, and you noticed as he unconsciously licked his own.

“Can I kiss you, Gally?”

“Please.” He breathed out, his pupils incredibly dilated.

You leaned in and gently kissed him, enjoying the way his lips felt against yours. Gally seemed to enjoy it too, surprising you as he pulled you onto his lap (not that you were complaining).

“You're so pretty,” He said sincerely, his large hands rubbing circles on your hips. You whined and pulled him into another kiss. Gally's hands were everywhere; your hips, your thighs, your ass, before sliding up your stomach to your breasts. He gently squeezed them underneath your bra, and you keened softly.

Gally's lips suddenly pulled away from yours, and you whined for a moment before they found their way to your neck and began kissing and licking and sucking at the skin he found there.

“Gally, please, I-” Your words were cut off as your phone's timer began to chirp. You and Gally groaned simultaneously.

You smiled apologetically at him as you stood up and began straightening out your shirt and your skirt. Gally did the same, and not two seconds later Minho flung the door open, hoping to find you in a compromising position.

He looked disappointed when he realized you were both fully clothed. He looked a little less disappointed when he saw the hickey that was blossoming on your neck.

You watched him begin to raise his arm to point it out and immediately shot him a death glare. “Keep your shucking mouth shut, Min.” You hissed, and Minho raised his hands up in surrender.

Gally and Minho watched in amusement as you made your way through the party and out the front door.

“Dude, you HAVE to tell me what happened.”

Gally just chuckled and followed him out of the closet at a much slower pace.

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It had been almost a week since your makeout session with Gally in the closet at Minho's party.

You hadn't spoken to him since, aside from when necessary in class or a hi in the hallways. It wasn't that you didn't want to, you just didn't know how to bring it up. You were attracted to Gally sexually, that much had been obvious, but you thought you might be romantically attracted to him too. And that was not good because Gally himself had told you he wasn't good with emotions. These thoughts were swirling around in your head as you pushed open the door to your house.

You heard voices talking in the living room, but you assumed it was just Newt and Thomas and you were planning on heading straight up to your room to get started on some homework.

“Hey, __y/n__. Can you come into the living room? We have a guest.”

You slowly peered around the corner, and your heart sunk when you saw that Newt and Thomas were sitting on the couch with Gally. You padded into the living room and pressed a kiss to Newt and Thomas’s cheeks as a greeting before taking a seat on the recliner across from the couch.

Gally’s eyes were on you the whole time, and you couldn't help but notice how dark his eyes were. You prayed your face wasn't as red as it felt.

“So, __y/n__, Gally says we have you to thank for helping him to realize that he was being an idiot.” Thomas said lightly, patting Gally’s shoulder to let him know there were no hard feelings.

“Well, you know, men aren't the best at communicating and I think it all really stemmed from that. I just encouraged him to try talking to you guys.”

“You helped me realise what an asshole I was being. Thank you, __y/n__.”

Gally’s eyes were on you once again, and you felt your cheeks darken as your time in the closet came back to you.

If the timer hadn't gone off when it did...you would've let Gally fuck you in that closet. You couldn't understand why. You weren't dating, you were hardly even friends, and you wanted him to fuck you more than you'd ever wanted anything.

“You're welcome,” You said politely, before rising from the chair. “I'm super happy you guys are friends again, but I have some homework to do, do you mind if I head upstairs?”

“Not at all.” Newt answered easily. “Love ya, greenie.”

“Love you too, shuckface.” You called back as you made your way up the stairs. Your clothes felt too tight and your whole body was too hot.

You made a beeline for the bathroom, hoping a shower would help clear your head. It didn't work. By the time you were out of the shower, you were still just as horny and you were flustered because you forgot to grab clothes before your shower.

With your towel wrapped firmly around you, you decided that booking it to your room was your best option. You only had to make it across one hallway. You opened the bathroom door, walked two steps, and instantly collided with a large, solid body.

As you stumbled and fell to the ground, you heard Gally's voice apologising profusely.

“It's fine, Gally.” You assured him as he helped you to your feet. You realized just how close you were to him when you noticed that you could count all the individual freckles on his cheeks and nose.

Gally's gaze slipped down to your chest, which barely remained covered with your towel. You tugged him into your room before shutting the door behind you. Gally had you pressed against the door almost immediately. His hand cupped your cheek as he tilted his head down, letting his lips gently brush against yours.

“You're not gonna run away this time, are you?” He asked quietly, and you shook your head immediately.

“I'm sorry about the party. And then not talking to you after. I didn't know what to say other than…” You trailed off hesitantly.

“Other than what?” Gally questioned, using his hands to pull your legs apart. You felt his hot breath on your core before he began pressing kisses to your bare thighs.

“Other than it was a good thing the timer went off when it did or I would've let you fuck me in that closet.”

Gally groaned before looking up at you. “You would've?”

“Yes, and that terrified me. I've never felt like that before. I've never even kissed anybody that I wasn't already dating.”

“That's so hot.” Gally murmured before he began eating you out in earnest. His tongue fucked in and out of you several times before he focused on your clit, licking and sucking it into his mouth.

“Gally, you need to stop or I'm gonna cum.”

Gally ran a finger along your slit gently before he began to slide it into you. It barely even hurt with how wet you were. He slipped in a second one as he continued to eat you out. One finger began to rub your clit while his tongue focused on your folds and he continued to finger you.

“C'mon baby, cum for me.” Gally suggested, his voice deep and rougher than you'd ever heard it, and that was all it took to tip you over the edge, your walls clenching around his fingers as you came.

You were so grateful to Gally for practically carrying you to your bed as your knees gave out from underneath you.

“C'mere,” You urged, pulling him on top of you so you could kiss him deeply. You made out like that for a few minutes, and you could feel how hard he was through his pants. “Gally, you're wearing way too many clothes.” You announced, hiding your smile as Gally scrambled off the bed and immediately began to strip.

Your mouth began to water as Gally revealed himself to you. You already knew he was strong, but seeing his bare arms paired with his bare chest was a new experience completely. Not to mention his large thighs and his long, thick dick.

You moved over and patted your bed, encouraging Gally to lay down. Instantly you were between his legs, one of your hands gently grabbing his dick and beginning to jerk him off.

Gally groaned at the contact. You kissed him as your hand moved, delighting in the way his breath caught when you twisted your wrist.

“You are so fucking hot, Gally.” You murmured as you broke the kiss and knelt between his legs. “So hot.” You repeated before sucking the head of his dick into your mouth.

“Oh my god,” Gally gasped, one of his hands twisting into your hair.

You took more of him into your mouth before developing a rhythm of sucking him down as deep as you could, lapping at the head of his dick, jerking him off, then repeating the process.

It only took a few minutes before you felt Gally's thighs begin to quiver, and his breath came in short bursts.

“__y/n__, baby, please stop. I don't want to cum before I fuck you.”

Reluctantly, you pulled off of his cock. You were pleasantly surprised when Gally dragged you up his body and into a rough kiss. He flipped you over easily, and ran his cock up and down your slit teasingly.

“Gally, please.” You whined, but Gally shook his head.

“Where do you keep your condoms, babe?”

“There should be some in the...in the nightstand.” You barely managed to get out as Gally continued to tease you. He moved away from you to grab a condom and you wanted to cry out at the loss.

Thankfully, he was back just a few moments later and he was already rolling the condom onto his dick.

“C'mon Gally, give it to me.” You urged, spreading your legs and revealing your dripping pussy to him.

Gally needed no further prompting. He lined himself up with your entrance before slowly pushing himself inside. You both groaned as he sank in all the way.

“God, baby, you feel so good.” You whined, wrapping both arms around his neck and pulling him into a deep kiss.

Gally began fucking you while you continued to kiss, and you choked out a soft cry at how well his body fit yours. Your eyes flickered open to meet Gally's and you were a little shocked at all the emotions you saw there. Lust, happiness, and adoration. You could easily see yourself falling in love with Gally.

One of Gally's hands cupped your cheek sweetly as he began to trail kisses down your neck. Your neck was your biggest weak spot and you moaned louder than you intended.

“Shhh, baby, Newt and Thomas are still downstairs."

You had completely forgotten there were still other people in the house. There was no way they wouldn't figure out what happened after Gally reappeared after however long he had been gone. And yet, you couldn't find it in you to care about that right now.

You were removed from your thoughts as Gally's hand moved from your cheek to your breast. He squeezed gently before pinching on your nipple, then switching to your other breast. You left deep scratches down Gally's back as he suddenly began fucking into you harder than before.

“Oh, Gally,” You whined, pressing kisses to his cheeks, chin, lips, throat; anywhere you could reach. Gally began rubbing your clit in time with his thrusts, and you knew you wouldn't last much longer.

You didn't think he would either, judging by how heavy he was breathing and how fast his heart was pounding.

“I'm gonna cum.” You warned, and Gally took the opportunity to kiss you deeply, tongue flicking across your lips before fucking into you the same way his cock was.

The parallel had you clenching tight around him, moaning his name as your whole body shook. Gally waited until you were done before pulling out of you and taking the condom off. He jerked off over you, and after several seconds he came onto your chest and stomach.

“That was so hot,” You whined, fighting the urge to touch yourself after the show Gally had put on. “Next time though, you should cum in my mouth.”

Gally's eyes widened. “There's gonna be a next time?”

You chuckled, wiping yourself off with a dirty shirt before pulling Gally close to you so that you could snuggle him.

“You didn't think I was gonna let you go after that, did you?” You asked teasingly. “You're stuck with me now.”

“Fine with me.” Gally murmured, pressing a kiss to your sweaty forehead. You totally owed Minho a thank you for throwing that party.

End. <3