#a friend was over yesterday and i was like damn its starting to get dark it must be like 5pm and it was!!!! half 6!!!!!!!!

[haahka]

dear sun ive missed you but not the way you make me not see shit on my phone

#a friend was over yesterday and i was like damn its starting to get dark it must be like 5pm and it was!!!! half 6!!!!!!!! #and in 2 weeks we turn to summertime and itll be light even longer #like.... its the equinox in a WEEK? and we are still getting more snow??? can the spring arrive together with the sun pls

[mrslankyman]

Do I Wanna Know?

Wrote this a while ago - 2,906 Words

Daryl Dixon - Prison Era (Not based on any episode in series)

February 12, 2012

As far as I know today is February 12. That's what Carol tells me. She keeps the days tracked. I guess she does a lot around here.

She's pretty reliable. Rick's been out scouting for a while. We're running low on supplies. Might have to make a trip to the closest town.

I head out of the main corridor of the prison where we've been staying. Pulling my pistol out from my holster and switching it into my dominant hand.

I opened the door that lead outside. The sun hit my face and I squinted. Living in the dark of the prison sure as hell made your eyes sensitive to any bright lights.

I passed Glenn and gave a curt nod. He was heading to the watch post for his daily steak out. I walked up to the fence. Looking out into the field. Only a few walkers today. Better than yesterday. There was a whole hoard out there. Thank god for Daryl. Him and his cross bow. That damn cross bow. He loves that thing more than anyone.

Speaking of the devil the familiar sound of a motorcycle filled my ears. I turned to the gate as Glenn pushed it open. Daryl came riding into the prison. Stopping his bike and taking the keys out of the ignition. He unwrapped the three rabbits he had killed. Of course he was out hunting. When wasn't he doing something? He barely slept because he refused to be useless.

"What ya catch out there Daryl?" Carol asked walking out of the Prison. Daryl looked up at her and held up the three rabbits. "Nice." She smiled and took them from Daryl. Forgot, the cook and the hunter were best friends. I groaned and looked back out into the field. Everyone in the group seemed to have someone.

I was just left out. I joined late and it felt like when you joined a friend group but the kids before had been friends for years. I was always the odd one out. At least I can survive here. That I am grateful for.

"What are you doing just staring off into the field?" A low voice asked behind me. I'd be lying if when I first joined that voice didn't set me off. In a good way.

Now it's just a constant reminder that I'm just lonesome. Daryl never cared for me. I knew from the day I joined. At first he tried to come across as friendly. In his own way. He just said Hello. Which was more than anyone else did. After about a week I guess he got tired of it.

"Yes I am. Does it bother you Dixon?" I asked not looking at him. My voice was laced with attitude. Hoping he got the point to leave me alone. It was what he did best. Ignoring me.

Daryl must've gotten annoyed. At least I assume because I heard him turn away and head inside. I let out a sigh and put my pistol in its holster on my waist. "I hope this shit ends one day." Such an idiotic thought. It was never going to end. The world was over.

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"Alright, we need to plan out the group's going out for supplies tomorrow." Rick said as we all sat down to eat. "We need more canned foods, medicine, and first aid supplies. Ammo too if we can find any." As Rick carried on I looked over to Daryl.

He was sitting next to Carol on the floor. They were talking about what I don't know. I rolled my eyes. He was starting to get really close with Carol. It was annoying seeing him make friends. I don't know why but it did.

"Y/N did you hear me?" Rick's voice pierced through my ears. The angry dad tone. I looked up at him. "What?" I asked. "You and Daryl are going out to Greens Burrow to search the market place up there for food." Rick said pinching the bridge of his nose. "Ok everyone else listen up." Rick said gathering everyone else attention again.

I looked over at Daryl. He was looking back at me and chuckling.

I guess me getting scolded is what made a almost 40 year old man laugh now a days. I rolled my eyes and ate my stew.

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After we all ate dinner everyone headed to their cells to sleep. Besides Rick. He headed out of the prison. I assume to go on watch or snoop around somewhere. I don't really care.

As I headed down the short walk way to my cell I bumped into a broad shoulder. I looked up and groaned. Daryl. "Watch where ya going." He huffed out. I rolled my eyes and went to walk past him. "Annoying asshole." I mumbled under my breath.

A hand grabbed the back of my shirt collar and slammed me into the cement wall. I groaned as a slight rush of pain pierced my head.

Daryl looked down at me. His hand holding my shirt to the wall. He leaned closer his eyes squinting at me. "Wha'd ya call me?" He asked in a low whisper.

I glared at the man in front of me. No way in hell he was talking to me like this. "Wha'd ya think?" I mocked him.

I smirked a little in sanctification as the annoyances crept its way onto his face. "Is the big hunts man mad?" I teased as his hand bunched into fist. I took the opportunity before he could speak to flip our positions.

I slammed him into the wall. Watching as his eyes widen in shock. "Before you go around shoving women into walls.." I leaned into his ear. "Make sure shes not a professionally trained wrestler." His face scrunched up.

I laughed as I let go of him. "Ass hole." I cooed as I walked off to my cell. Completely satisfied for once.

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"I seriously cannot believe I have to go with you. Rick could've chosen anyone." I complained as I fixed my pistol in my holster.

Daryl was getting his bike ready. "Stop complaining." He grumbled in annoyance. He got on his bike and looked at me. I stared at him confused.

"Get on the fuck are ya doin?" He asked as I still stood there. In utter silence. "I'm not getting on that bike with you." I rolled my eyes.

He leaned his head back in exasperation. I was making this hell for him. I could tell. I kinda liked it.

"I'm gonna leave without ya." He kicked up the kick stand of his bike and revved it up. "Fine! But only because I don't feel like walking." I saw him smirk slightly from the side mirrors on his bike. Our eyes caught each other and he stared at me for a second before looking away.

I walked up to the bike and threw my right leg over the seat and sat down. "You're gonna have to hold on." He said as he revved the bike up again. "I think I can balance." I rolled my eyes. "Sure." He chuckled as the gates opened.

He revved the bike up one more time before shooting out of the prison and onto the road ahead. My body wobbled and I flung my arms forward. Wrapping them around Daryl's waist.

Daryl Pov

I knew she wouldn't be able to balance. I felt her arms wrap around me and bit my lip. The breeze of the wind flowing my hair felt nice. But not as nice as this. I'll admit it's been a while since someone has ever touched me like this. Maybe that's why I don't mind.

Or maybe I just wanted to prove her right. I closed my eyes slightly. It was nice to get out of the prison. Even with the dead being all over.

My thoughts slipped to last night. Her slamming me against the wall. Her face as she leaned into my ear. Her voice.. I felt a shiver run down my spine. No I couldn't like this snobby woman. She was also keeping to her self. A strange woman in a now strange world. Not so strange at all If you really think about it.

I'm too hypocritical.

I was and still am like that. Sure I've gotten closer to a lot of our people but I still keep my distance. I opened my eyes. Watching ahead for any walkers or living people.

I could see in my right side mirror Y/N looking around. She looked nice with the wind blowing her hair. A carefree look on her face.

I looked ahead and kept going. All the way to Greens Burrow. Trying my best to ignore the thoughts I had of the woman behind me. I'm just going crazy. This world has changed me.

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I stopped at the local market. I kicked down my bikes kick stand and waited for Y/N to get off. Once she did I got off too.

She grabbed a stray shopping cart and headed inside. She better not fill that shitty thing up. The two bags on my bike only had enough room for a few things. If we found any.

I shoved open the door. Carts and random shelves blocked the entrance. We climbed over them and got to the main center of the store. Empty shelves and random new papers littered the room.

I looked over at Y/N to ask her what we should do but she was already walking off. Pushing the cart down a random isle all the way at the back of the store.

"Is she dumb?" I asked myself as I followed her. I left my cross bow back at the prison. Fuck. I pulled out my pistol from my holster and lifted it up. Checking each isle as I walked over to her.

This idiot could've been eaten. I guess not everyone is as smart as you think.

Once I finally made it to her I saw the cart. Stock pilled of random canned goods and chips. "We can't take all of that." I grumbled as I lowered my pistol.

"We can just take some and then come back for the rest." She shrugged like it was no big deal. She is starting to really piss me off.

"I do not wanna be stuck running around all day with an idiot." I pinched the bridge of my nose in annoyance. I felt her hand pat my chest and I looked down at her. "Get over it." She smiled but her tone was rather angry.

I shoved her away and headed off down the rest of the isle. Checking for walkers so this idiot of a woman doesn't die.

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Regular POV

It's been about a week since me and Daryl's run. He has been avidly ignoring me. I guess I really pissed him off when I said this walker with the ugliest fucking face looking like him. I thought it was funny.

Today I was out checking the other cells around the prison. Killing any walkers that I stumbled into or that stumbled into me. I had finally made it to the end of cell block E.

I was going to be late for dinner. Oh well. I headed back to the front of the prison and walked into the main cell block we were all settled in. Just as I thought.

Everyone had ate and there was nothing left. I groaned and mentally cursed Rick for giving me the worst jobs. I lowered my head and started walking up to the stairs.

"Not gonna eat?" A familiar deep voice asked. I looked over at Daryl. He was holding a bowl of stew. I rolled my eyes. "No." I huffed and turned to keep walking.

"Come on and eat. I don't need you to starve." He insisted. Talking to me like he cared.

"Why do you care if I starve?" I sneered. He just gave me a look. The 'you better do what I say.' look. I gave up and walked back down the steps and over to him. He held out the bowl to me and I took it.

"Thanks.." I say unsure. Should I be thanking him or telling him off? He had ignored me for a whole week.

Why do you care about me so much all of a sudden? You ignored me all week." I antagonized him. He just stared at me. Bitting his bottom lip. 

"I didn't ignore you. Now good night." He turned away and began to walk up the stairs to his cell. I rolled my eyes and started to eat my stew.

Then it hit me.

He wasn't ignoring me. At least he was verbally.

He would purposely bump into me and give me a rude look. Even if it was his fault. He'd look at me anytime we all ate dinner together. Constantly pick the same time to do guard duty as me. Even if he didn't speak to me.

I shook my head. Maybe I was just over thinking it. We were in a prison after all. With maybe 10 people. It's bound that we bump into each other and have the same shifts.

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Again. Today I had to check Cell block A. I groaned as I walked down the hall. I was always chosen for the dumb jobs. I headed into a cell unit. Checking each cell for any sign of life .. or death. As I got to the end of the cell block a hand grabbed me and pushed me down to the grown.

"Ah- what the hell.." I looked up at the walker infront of me. It's jaws slammed together as I pushed it away with my hand. Keeping its mouth away from my face and neck. "ah- fuck!" I looked over to my side. My gun had fallen out.

"Shit shit shit! I kicked at the walker. It didn't budge. I tried shoving it off. No use. My arms grew tired and I trembled under the weight of the dead. This can't be how I die. No way.

As the Walker lowered its self. Close enough to take a bite out of my flesh. I swear I could've felt the pain of teeth bitting into my skin. A loud 'phew' echoed and an arrow pierced the Walker through the head. It flopped down. I pushed it off my quickly and scrambled away from it. Catching my breath.

Daryl stood at the end of the corridor. His crossbow in hand. He lowered it and walked over. Pulling the arrow out of the walkers head.

"What are you doing here?" I asked still trying to recover from the shock.

"Saving you. Dumb ass." He grumbled and set his cross bow down. He walked over to me and held out his hand. I hesitantly held my hand out and took his. He pulled me up and I stumbled into him.

He looked down at me as I looked up at him. "I heard you. I was walking around tryna find you to tell ya dinner was done. Since you missed it the day before." His voice echoed in my head. This time it wasn't annoying.

"Oh really? What makes you care so much if I miss dinner? It just mean more food for you. I don't get why you're trying to be so nice to me but stop."

He stared at me. His eyes narrowing slowly. "I just saved ya. Doesn't it prove I are about ya?! Do I have to spell it out!" He yelled flipping his arms into the air and back down.

"Why did you save me? Aren't I just an annoyance to you?" I went on. His hands bunched up into fist. "Maybe you are!" He sneered.

"Good I like being the reason you're so mad." I smirked and pushed him against the wall. He stared at me. Slowly catching onto my game. "Agitating you makes my day." I clicked my tongue in his face at the end of the sentence.

He bit his lip and glared at me. His hands grabbing my sides slowly but firmly. My heart rushed slightly. I pushed the feeling down. I wanted him to make the first move.

"Maybe I like that you agitate me." He added on, pulling me closer by the waist. His voice was deeper now. More low and quite.

I pressed my body against his. My arms wrapped around his neck. "I like that you like it." I whispered in his ear in a slow, low tone. I could feel him growing hard as each one of my silky smooth words touched his ear.

I pulled away and looked at him. I laughed slightly. Who knew a women could make a grown man melt at a few words so easily.

"Maybe I'll-"

He cut me off and pressed me against his chest. "Just shut up and kiss me." He demanded. I smirked and gladly listened. Pressing my lips against his cold chapped ones. His stumble rubbed against my face and I'd be lying if I said it didn't turn me on more.

We stayed like that for a few minuets. Just kissing and saying things I'm sure he wouldn't want the others to know about. Men get embarrassed so easily.

#the walking dead #daryl dixon #twd daryl #the walking dead daryl #daryl fanfiction #daryl x reader #daryl x y/n #daryl x you

[sunshine-burnt]

I Do Not Like Your Hat

Summary: Dazai always did hate Chuya's hat.

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Some days, Dazai Osamu wished he was never born. Some days, Dazai Osamu wished he was dead. And some days, Dazai Osamu was okay with living.

This was not one of those days, though.

Dazai Osamu did have to admit that his days seemed to be getting brighter. No longer was he constantly hounded by the sins of his past nor was the tune of the suicide song playing in his mind. His desire to commit double suicide was slowly lessening (though his hunt for a beautiful maiden had yet to cease), and he did not find the arms of the river quite as comforting as before. Finally, to everyone's surprise, he had even started coming to work on time. Whether he was productive during the day was still up for debate, though. All in all, Dazai was seeing improvement.

It scared him.

Running, lying, fighting, that was all in his blood. And even if it was not there naturally, he had spent enough time being injected with violence and the need to die for his entire life. He was a criminal, a demon sent straight from hell, a monstrous sinner (and a lost child attempting to navigate adulthood). Dazai Osamu had no right to live, no right to happiness.

And today, these thoughts had driven him from work and family, from some foreign brightness back into the embrace of a not-so yet all too familiar darkness.

The alley he strode through brought him little peace, tortured screams echoing in his mind. Blood dripped from every nook and cranny, and if he ran his hand over the wall he would witness that non-existent crimson staining his palm. He saw bullets embed themselves into innocent, clean flesh. The air reeked of death, a friend Dazai could never leave behind.

So lost in thought, the brunette man missed a piece of a shared past and found himself stumbling into the wall. The brick was rough against his palms, and the uneven asphalt bit into his knees through his pants. He scowled, turning to catch sight of an accessory he had always hated.

It was that dumb slug's hat.

Dazai pushed himself against the wall, glaring at the pork pie as if it had personally offended him. The ugly, little hat stared right back at him, growing more and more unsightly as the silence stretched on. Disgust worked its way onto his face, memories of a certain red-haired man resurfacing. Damn that bastard. Why'd he have to leave that nasty thing right where he was going to be? What was the world scheming today? Well, whatever it was, he didn't like it. Still, something pulled him to his ex-partner's topper.

The world of yesterdays rushed over him, and he was left victim to the recollection of the days following Odasaku's death.

Mori Ogai was too much. Too violent, too deceitful, too cruel, etcetera, etcetera, the list went on infinitely. Well, not infinitely seeing as there were far too few words to describe that horrendous man. Osamu could see that clearly now. His escape to the 'good' side would soon be upon him, and he wished to take no remnants of his mafia days with him. Nothing other than the mark of death, of course. It was not as if he could wash himself of that branding so easily. What a pain fleeing the Port Mafia was going to be.

Snoring interrupted his thoughts, and his gaze was directed toward the slightly noisy man resting in his bed. It had been a long, hard week, and Dazai hadn't had it in him to kick out the slug, a change he hoped the other would never notice. Indeed, he had been getting softer and softer on his fiery partner as the months had passed, and when his rusty haired friend had left him, Osamu had been able to express his grief to him.

Nakahara Chuya continued to slumber peacefully, a rare treat for him.

A silent sigh slipped through his nose, and he resisted touching the man's calloused palms with his own, both drenched in unseen blood that was not stoppered at the wrist. He wondered, briefly, at telling Chuya, at convincing the other to come with him, at searching for forgiveness together. Death was also a heavy weight on the ginger's mind (Osamu knew this well enough after seeing him drink once a mission was finished). It could be nice, just the two of them, fulfilling Odasaku's wishes. Saving orphans, guiding the lost, all things that that strange man had been so good at, so devoted to. And maybe, just maybe, they could both be rescued, they could both find salvation.

Dazai Osamu was not an idealist, though.

Nakahara Chuya, his partner in crime, was just that. His partner in crime. He was bound to the Port Mafia, swathed in chains of brainwashed loyalty and threatened with praise. He was the organization's dog, always at Mori's beck and call, always eager to prove himself. The red-head's chance at freedom had been stolen from him years ago and, ironically, that damned thief was Dazai Osamu himself, the demon prodigy preparing to desert.

Osamu caught sight of an especially hideous item resting on the nightstand. The hat, a gift of Mori's, tempted the arsonist within him. He was already planning on feeding his coat to the flame, why not toss the slug's accessory too? He glowered at the pork pie, yet another bond that tethered Chuya to the organization. The stupid thing meant too much to his partner, a representation of the mafia claiming to be his home. And that dumb boy had accepted that dumb assertation. Dazai hated him for his choice, but it was not as if he could do anything.

He was, after all, the one at fault.

Nakahara Chuya knew something was off. The air of the penthouse was just barely saturated with something musty, something familiar. The smudge on the left most window seemed a little larger than it had been yesterday, and the softness of the carpet had been disturbed. The red head narrowed his eyes, pinpointing the wooden coffee table. Someone had been in his house. Chuya crept forward on silent feet, that eerie red glow, which signified his power, surrounding his lean figure. Carefully, he rounded the white couch and focused on the item left on the glossy surface.

His hat sat innocently before him, no sign of another's touch to be seen. A relieved sigh exited from his lips; he had been looking for the damn thing since sun down of yesterday. Chuya lifted the pork pie, eager to feel that comfortable weight on the crown of his head yet again when a small slip of paper fluttered out from the hat's opening. Curious, he picked up the note and opened it to read.

"For the dumb slug. I thought you couldn't go anywhere without your brain. -D.O."

Dammit, Dazai.

#BSD #bungou stray dogs #soukoku #chuuya nakahara #dazai osamu #dazai x chuuya #angst #character study #humorous ending

[twisted-wonderland-but-gayer]

For the angst.When Yuu throw themselves in to finding a way home.No one knows how the comfort them.There all about tough love or don't know how.Kailm or Rook or Trey will possibly know how but the rest is up in air.The can all tell something is wrong (less eating, sleep deprived, shutting themselves out,) wither Yuu will keep pushing them selves to the limit or they give up.

Yuu has No Way Home

Platonic as this got dark and I do not want this to be interpreted as romanticization. Gn Yuu. Reader is called Yuu. Reader has no description. Yuu is very depressed and touches on some very dark mental issues. This became like 3k words dude

I recommend listening to the song Hansel-Sodikken before/while reading.

Being taken to another world always seemed like it would be adventurous and fun. Where you are the heroic MC that saves the day. There is a reason the isekai trope was popular anyways. A romanticized idea of found family and freedom. Adventure, starting fresh, learning new things.

At least, that's how it’s supposed to go. Most of those stories never considered the fact the heroes don't always get the recognition they deserve. The MC is a background character, and despite you being the protagonist, they fade away. Even when they save the day. Even when they starve so others can eat. Even when they fought blots with nothing but their fists to save the day. They are forgotten, with not so much as a thank you.

Even their friends, though kind, were unreliable. Even when you felt like you were losing it, they never caught on. Even when you were screaming for help or a thank you. Nothing.

The idea of being able to explore and adventure was taken away from you. No new friends. No new sights. No new start. Just trouble at every corner. To add insult to injury, the world you originally came from was awful. It was an apocalypse in the making. You weren't even sure if there would be anything to return to.

And what was sadder, is that it was better than here. You weren't from this world, and this world keeps trying to suffocate you. Food was a luxury, despite everything you do. You had nothing to call your own. You work just to earn the right to work harder until you give out. You had no ties here. It was crushingly lonely. The sadness never ends.

At least at home, you can actually relate to those around you. Even that was taken away from you. It was a fateful day that Crowley came knocking on the door, making fall over on its rusted hinges. I have some most important news! You remembered him saying. He sounded so happy, so proud of himself. Then the news hit you.

Hold it together. Don't fall apart. You are only allowed to be useful. The second you stop being useful, you will be replaced and left to starve. This cant be true. You ended up in this world, surely there should be a way out? A door goes both ways. Liar, you thought. He's a filthy fucking liar. He didn’t even try, you can't trust him when you’re here doing all his work.

This isn’t fair. You did everything you were supposed to. Where's the reward? And like that, you fell apart. You were going to die here. Alone. With no record of you existing. With no one to remember you. Locked away for damn near weeks in a room without Grim, away from ghosts. You doubt anyone would notice anyway. With how much you were used anyways. No one bothered to stop your impulsive self-injury spree that was fighting, so no one would bother to check on you. No one cared about you. No one would mourn you. You have become useless,

Kalim 

It took a bit for Kalim to fully register your absence. The fun-loving teen was usually around other extroverted individuals, and most of his time went to the music club and socializing. Funnily enough, that's how he learned of your absence.

He didn’t mean to eavesdrop, he didn’t! Cater was just super loud. “I overheard Trey lecturing the freshies yesterday. Yeah so like, apparently Yuu has been missing for a few weeks and no one can find them. Yeah, I know! Crazy right? Not even Grim knows. Apparently, before they disappeared Trey said that seemed really down and no one checked on them…”

Eh? The nice Prefect is gone? The Prefect that helped him and Jamil? That Yuu? Well, that's not good. Sure they weren’t too close, but Yuu has always been kind to them. Hell, Yuu’s been good to everyone, even the ones to try to kill them. Kalim never got to properly thank them, so maybe when he finds them, they can throw a feast to celebrate!

After informing Jamil that he was going to Ramshackle, he took his carpet and flew. The decrepit dorm felt more… dark than usual. Perhaps that was just because of the broken door that hung open. “Yuu! … Yuu! Hey, are you there?” Kalim called out into the dorm, only being greeted by his echo as he stepped into the dorm, wood creaking as he walked.

Was no one home? Carpet shivered slightly, making Kalim pause to soothe it with a few pets and hushed words. “Hey, hey it's okay, this is our friend's home, remember?” Kalim’s smile lit up the room as he continues to explore. Upstairs he comes across a lot of locked rooms. “Yuu?” “Hoho! It looks like we have a guest…”

Kalim jumped at the sight of the ghost phasing through the walls. “Oh! it's just you guys!” Kalim laughed a bit, his apprehension dying down. “I'm looking for Yuu, have you seen them?” “Oooh, that poor kid…” A long, skinny ghost muttered, “They’ve locked themselves away in that room o’er there…” the ghost gestured to the end of the hallway. “They ain’t looking too good… I heard them cry themselves to sleep a few times…”

Kalim frowned at that. “They haven’t let us in there and were quite worried for our roommate yknow? We were originally gonna mess with you, but well… Good luck getting through to them…” The ghosts went to the sides of the room, allowing Kalim and his carpet through. Floorboards groan beneath his feet as he makes his way to the end. “Hello! Hellooo? Yuuu? Are you there?”

Kalim tapped on the door at the end of the hall, trying the knob a few times. “Hey! People are really worried about you! Yuu!” Kalim knocked a few more times, his cheery attitude dropping to worry. “We were gonna throw a feast for you.” Nothing. “Your friends missing you!” 

Kalim sighed, wondering how he would get through to you. Suddenly, Carpet started to flatten itself, pressing itself against the ground before inching under the crack of the door. “Aw right, Carpet! I knew it was a good idea to take you!” The doorknob wiggled for a moment, before being opened by the carpet, and floating up to let Kalim in.

He didn’t know what to expect. He never had to experience this. He was hoping to see you sleeping, maybe hunched over a desk. You were instead leaning both your hands against a wall, hunched over, and breathing heavily. The walls around you were filled to the brim with notes. Open books are scattered everywhere. He swore there were dents or scratches across the walls. 

Tears ran down their face as they kept murmuring under their breath. “Useless, useless. useless. useless, useless…” “… Yuu? What are you doing?” “It's all useless!” you screamed out, slamming your fist on the wall and letting out a strangled sob. Your vision blurred with tears. “I want… I want to go home! I miss my trash oceans! I miss the smog in the sky! I miss my friends!” 

Kalims eyes widened as he froze. Your tears make his eyes glaze over with tears of his own. “Yuu?” “I hate it here! I hate it so much! No one stays with me, no one cares about me! I hate everyone! But it's a pain. I don't want to be alone… I want friends! It's not fair…” Your body shook as you turned around.

Kalim’s breath caught in his throat. Your eyes were bloodshot, with bags piling under them, your arms bruised from how hard you've been squeezing them. You looked dehydrated, and your face was thin. “I can be your friend!” Kalim tried to interject. “I care!” Kalim held out his arms to invite you for a hug, ugly tears building up in his own eyes. What does he do? The last time he tried to comfort someone— Jamil— he made it worse.

You just stared through him, turning away to look back at your walls of scribbled notes. There's no way home. Kalim stuttered not knowing what to say, before he slowly walked up to you, reaching out to touch you. Carpet zoomed past Kalim, making him spin around and stumble for a moment before looking over. Carpet was wrapping you in a hug, squeezing you tightly into a cloth burrito.

You froze, then embraced the rug around you, sobbing into it. Kalim approached you, placing a hand on your shoulder, before helping you sit down as he watched over you. Your lip quivered as you leaned into Kalim, allowing him to hug you. Soon your sibs came to stop, and you became quiet again.

“So… Um… Your home! Can you tell me about it? I mean you seem to miss it…” Kalim soothed, making your shaky breaths stabilize. You smiled a bit before talking of home, Kalim enraptured in every word you said. “Oh! I know what if we throw a party with food and customs from your world! It'll makes you feel better, like a piece of your home here!”

You chuckled before nodding. “That… that sounds nice…” Kalim smiles at you. “Wanna go on a carpet ride? It always makes me feel better after a bad day, especially looking back up at the stars…” Kalim helps to pull you up, the carpet unraveling from you as it stands beside you, proudly. “Come on, I know a nice place around here!”

Stepping onto Carpet with Kalim, you are taken out of the window to the sky above. And for the first time in months, a genuine smile crept to your face.

Trey

Trey noticed your drop in mood immediately. As the eldest sibling and honorary dad of the dorm, he is used to peacekeeping and reading through the lines. Trey is one of the very few students that has looked out for you, honestly. He would always nag the braincell trio about how they occasionally treated you and has probably pulled Ace’s ear after hearing about what he said to you in your first encounter.

You’ve been pretty dull the entire week, he hoped it was just exhaustion from dealing with the most recent problem on campus. Trey planned on giving you a pastry when he sees you again, and hoped to check in on you. He’s aware of all the unfair expectations and work placed on you, surely it had to be dragging you down. 

One day passed. Then 2. Then 4. It’s been over a week and no one heard from you at all. Not even Grim. Ace and Deuce said you seemed fine and then just left. Trey was ready to give a lecture to his underclassmen on awareness among other things. He pinched the bridge of his nose and sighed. “I am going to go check on them myself, stay here. When you see them again I expect you all have something to say them?”

He swears he's going to put them on grocery runs. Packing up the pastry he made you, Trey made his way to Ramshackle. He just hoped you were okay. The walk made a gnawing sense of dread grow in Trey's mind, as the worst scenarios played through his head. You did seem down, I mean really down…

Quickening his pace, he made it to Ramshackle. A few knocks to the door and call of your name later, there was nothing. No response. “Yuu… Yuu!” Trey's knocks became a bit more frantic. The door was unlocked, and he made his way inside. “Yuu!” Trey placed the box he carried on the closest flat surface as he made his way up the stairs.

Has the Ramshackle dorm always been so long? He swore it looked smaller on the outside. Why were there so many rooms? One door stuck out to him the most. It was locked and looked to be blocked by furniture on the other side based on what he can see through the crack of the door. It felt ominous.

The floor creaked as he walked. “Yuu?” No response. “Yuu!” Trey attempted the doorknob. Surprisingly it was unlocked, but the door wouldn't budge in the slightest. “Yuu! Open the door!” “… Just go away, Trey.”

“Go away? We’re worried about you, you know?” “Just go away.” Trey sighed, then sucked in a breath. He could use some magic to break down the door, but it didn't seem urgent, furthermore, you may not want to talk to him if he brute-forced this.

“Yuu, please. What's wrong?” Deafening silence. “Do you want to talk about it?” Nothing. “I want to understand you.” Trey was pulling out everything he knew from being Vice-Housewarden. Problem solves, keep the peace. Trey sighed, pressing his forehead against the door.

He could hear you shuffling along with the papers being blown away by the draft in the dorm. Trey sat down next to the door. “You know, Ace is actually worried for you. Don’t worry I made sure to lecture him for the both of us.”

More silence passed. “Riddle was thinking of making you a guest for the next Unbirthday party.” “Even Leona seemed a bit surprised by your absence. He cares for you more than he’d admit.” Trey tapped his foot. “I'll stay here for as long as you need. Until you’re ready.”

A few more minutes passed before he heard the click of the door opening. He got up from where he sat, adjusting himself. “There you are. It's good to see you, Yuu. Let's go downstairs and talk, you'll feel better on a fuller stomach. Made your favorite."

Rook

Oh? Little Trickster, gone? Rook wasn’t actually too surprised. The hunter is quite perspective, after all. He knows of all the responsibilities on your shoulders, and how Crowley uses food as a leverage point for you. You were bound to break eventually. 

Rook may not show it but he is worried about the little trickster he had come to enjoy. You always were quite a charming trouble magnet. You were always so bold and happy, he never realized just how much quieter it would be without you. The freshmen’s chatter was dulled, and softmores and juniors no longer had someone to but into their business.

The silence was accompanied by stagnation. Boredom. Every day felt the same now, routine clockwork. There were no more fun surprises to be had. Surely you should be back by now, what happened? 

“Oui, Monsieur Hearts, Monsieur Spade.” “By the fucking seven you scared me!” Ace quipped, relaxing from his stiff pose, his cheeks puffed out in a huff. “What is it, Rook?” Deuce asked. “I noticed you have been without the Trickster for some time now.” “Oh… That…” Ace went quiet and sighed, both freshmen looking away awkwardly.

“Look the thing is…” “We don't know” Deuce cut off the ginger.

“Deuce!”

“We don’t! They just locked themselves away with no explanation!”

“Well, you can't just say that,, it looks bad!”

The two bickered for a bit before Rook cut. “Ah, so the Trickster has been locked away in their room, yes?” Like a storybook, Rook thought. “Then I shall go and see if I can save them.” The duo stared at Rook in disbelief. “You will?!” “Oui, Monsieur Candy Apple has also been down about their absence.” “Ah but, last time we all went, they didn't budge…” Ace hummed in agreement.

“Then, allow me to scout it out for you both. I will go alone so as to not overwhelm them.” The duo agreed, asking for Rook to tell them anything he finds and if you were okay. Rook is a talented tracker and hunter, if he can’t find out what was wrong, then no one could.

An easy sweep of Ramshackle and a few inquiries to a trio of ghosts later, Rook went upstairs to the farthest locked up room. A few wraps of his knuckles on the door were enough to get you to stir. “Trickster, are you in there?” You were, he knew you were, but for now, it’s best to try a gentle, yet direct approach. 

“Oh… hey Rook… Please leave me alone…” You croaked, going back to rip another page out of your notebook. “But Trickster, your freshmen friends are worried about you being locked away like this. Please, come out.” Rook's voice was gentle, soothing, it had to be. There was no response.

“Trickster,” Rooks tone took a serious turn. “I know you feel like no one sees your struggles, believe me, I do, however, I can attest to that. Everyone is worried, even if they don’t show it. The school has gone dim since you left. Everyone can feel it.” You started to tear up.

“And I also suspect you feel quite homesick, yes?” “Yeah, it’s a lot of things actually. All these stupid errands and just…” your voice cracked, “so much stuff.” Rook frowned at that, such a sad sound. “Then let's unpack it, together. Open the door, please?”

The lock clicked and the door opened to reveal you. You looked tired and malnourished, with dark circles and tear lines on your face. Ink was all over your hands and legs, and you twitched a bit with a blank stare. The room was a mess of paper and books. More tears ran down your face and you were ready to just curl up and die again, until you felt a comforting weight on your head.

"Here take this. There is no reason to be ashamed of crying.” You felt your head to recognize he put his hat on you. “Let it all out, I will be here when you are done.”

#twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland x reader #rook hunt #rook hunt x reader #angst #gender neutral #trey clover #trey clover x reader #kalim al asim #kalim al asim x reader

[wordywarriorwrites]

Blowing Bubbles

Title: Blowing Bubbles | AO3 | Rating: T | Masterlist

Pairing: Frankie Morales x F! Reader

Summary: Your stay-cation isn't exactly going as planned...

Warnings: Kissing. Mildly spicy thoughts/behaviors.

A/N: This is the second fic I've written for Hawk and Frankie. Here is the first. If people show interest and the muse sticks with me, I might continue writing little drabbles for them. :o)

“Hawk, what are you doing?”

Frankie’s sudden appearance just inside the living room threshold prompts you to glance up so fast that your neck crackles and pops like dried wood. You let out a hissed curse – not only at the pain, but also because you know you’ve just been caught.  

The oversized mug at your elbow is steaming with your third (maybe fourth?) serving and the table in front of you is covered corner-to-corner with tools and supplies of various kinds. There’s really no hiding what you’re getting up to – especially not when it’s zero-two-hundred, and you’re so damn jittery from too much dark roast and exhaustion that you’re practically tap dancing in your seat. You really should’ve eaten the toast you made for yourself, but you just got so wrapped up in it…

“Por favor, cariño,” he rasps. “Come to bed.”

“Five more minutes,” you counter, refocusing on the remaining bits and pieces spread out in front of you. “I’ve almost got it this time.”

“You said that yesterday.”

“I know, but--”

“And the day before.”

Your absentminded grunt. His put-out sigh. The refrigerator hums lightly and the floorboards creak with every other step he takes toward the kitchen. Bare feet patter along the tile, and then, he’s standing over you – the broad, muscular form of him distorted by the headlamp magnifier you’re wearing. A blurry cutout of sinew, Frankie is lit up by a tiny row of LEDs, and his eyes morph, all comically large, before his visage starts to become clearer.

“You look like a mad scientist,” he remarks, deft fingers working to remove your headgear and scoot your mug of black-one-sugar aside. “Even your hair is wild.”

“I think the term you’re looking for is sex hair,” you quip back, unable to hide the smirk crawling its way up the left side of your face. “And I lay the blame at your feet for that.”

A flicker of pride, and then, a furrowed brow. Frankie crosses his arms over his chest and props his cute ass up against the table, but it’s not until his expression morphs into what you’ve dubbed his “frowny, grumpy face” that you know he’s no longer thinking happy thoughts. A man of careful consideration, he weighs his words, practically rolling them around in his mind and mouth before finally speaking.

“We had plans,” he says, succinct, but not unkind.

You rub the back of your neck and stare at your lap, “And I’m ruining them.”

“No, baby, not that – never that. It’s just…A whole week together. Just you and me. That’s what we agreed to. Remember?”

You fiddle with the hem of your t-shirt and nod, your mind recalling the hours-long conversations the two of you had, going over the pros and cons, weighing up the mutual fears and excitement. The serious lack of alone time and the desperate, mutual need for a break – that’s what ultimately clinched it. You and Frankie would have your own, private staycation, while at the same time, a very excited Isabella would be with her grandparents for a getaway at an out-of-town water park/resort.

You and Frankie never have the house to yourselves, and the two of you had plans to celebrate via unabashed orgasms, eating pizza naked in front of the TV, and taking prolonged showers together. No chores. No projects. No plans to go out or catch up with friends or even grocery shop…    

But instead of a distraction-free, sexed-up weekend, full of takeout food and Netflix shows without singing cartoons, you’ve been tinkering with Isabella’s damn bubble blaster. You’ve allowed an easily replaceable, three-dollar toy to take up entirely too much of the infrequent, precious alone time you get with the man you otherwise can’t ever seem to get enough of.

You repair helicopters, for crying out loud. And you’re good at your job. In fact, you’re so good at it, the exorbitant salary you pull isn’t just for your mechanical skills – people also hire you on a contractual basis just for your opinions. Shit, you could buy Isabella a plethora of brand-new bubble blasters. Hell, you could upgrade to one of those fancy machines they use at clubs and in movies, but there’s something about fixing this particular butterfly-themed bubble blaster that you simply can’t let go of…

“The replacement parts you’re putting in this thing are more expensive than the toy itself,” he says, voice gruff with sleep and perhaps a hint of agitation. “And with how she plays with her toys… You know it’s not gonna last long.”

Frankie’s remarks prompt you to glance at the table’s surface again. Every inch is covered with a mess of trial-and-error, and the presence of all that’s accumulated – like the multimeter, soldering iron, repair kit, and empty supply packages – simply makes you shrug.

A deep inhale. A long exhale. Frankie closes his eyes and pinches the bridge of his nose – the picture of an exasperated partner who really wanted to get laid without fear of interruption and maybe – just maybe – eat first and sleep in late for a change. You feel terrible for getting caught up, for allowing your obsessive, one-track mind to take over, and you would apologize for it if not for him speaking first.

“I love the way you love her,” Frankie says, tone now warmer, more understanding. “I may not get why you’re doing this, but… I love you. And I love you more for loving her.”

You find it difficult to keep the tears at bay – especially when he looks at you, all soft, soulful eyes full of adoration and even deeper admiration. Frankie has always had the uncanny ability to see you, to get you right down to the marrow, and it would terrify the hell out if you weren’t so in love with him.

“It’s her favorite,” you say, hoping that somehow explains the reasoning behind the sudden madness that’s gripped you. “And I just… I should be able to fix this for her.”

He scratches at the hairs along the column of his throat, “I know, cariño. I know.”

A long pause, and then, you press your luck. “Does that mean I can have five more minutes?” you wonder, sticking out your lower lip and batting your eyelashes for good measure.

The sound that escapes his throat is a combination of a bemused groan and a warning growl. You know you haven’t exactly won, but you haven’t lost, either. Frankie is a man of compromise who always has a caveat, and you know it’s coming when he leans forward, cups your face in his hands, and stares at you in such a way that you’re powerless not to meet his gaze.

“Last chance,” he says sternly. “Then, it goes in the trash. That’s an order.”

You lick your lips and nod slightly, “Yes, sir.”

Frankie’s pupils expand, and his smile wide enough to reveal his dimple, then, he’s kissing you – a relentless, frantic demand of your mouth that’s all possessive and purposeful. Then, he’s slow as syrup when he pulls away, the epitome of stark contrast when he drops a chaste peck to the middle of your forehead and calmly sets a timer on his wristwatch. He doesn’t hover – he simply hands you the headlamp magnifier, wishes you luck, and leaves you to it.

With your heart racing and the clock ticking, you set about reassembling, working off your own drawings of internal components and how the toy had been put together before you started tinkering with it. You slide the battery into place and close the compartment. With a flick of your thumb, the power button slides from off to on, and the colorful lights built into the handle come to life.

The bottle of bubble refill twists neatly into place. You slowly press down on the trigger, and the enclosed blower fan comes to life with a high-pitched, mechanical whir.

“Alright, come on,” you murmur, watching as the soap dribbles pathetically down your wrist and along your forearm. “Come on, baby, come on…”

A strange gurgle. A death-rattle-type wheeze. Then, one, big bubble gives way to dozens more, and you don’t realize you’re on your feet or that you’ve even left the kitchen. Suddenly, you’re jumping on the bed, practically screaming your victory at the top of your lungs, jostling the hell out of Frankie and covering him, the blanket, sheets, and pillows with glittery bubbles.

When you eventually stop your crowing, you’re panting, and your mouth tastes like soap. Frankie’s laughter has slowed, and he’s trying (and failing) to brush the glitter out of his hair and mustache. There’s no denying you’re still giddy and wound up as all hell, but still, you’re careful when you step down from the bed and even more mindful of where you place your prized work, opting for the top dresser drawer and nestling it safely in a pile of socks.

“I did it,” you exhale, mind settling in its relief. “I actually did it.”

“M'proud of you,” Frankie grins sleepily.

You sigh and happily crawl into strong arms covered in soapy sparkles. You let yourself bask in for a moment, permit yourself to soak up Frankie’s sincere compliments, revel in your achievement, and think of how happy Isabella will be. It feels good – good in a way that’s entirely unexpected because the motivation was different.

“I do love her,” you whisper, the words tumbling out like a confession against the soft cotton t-shirt covering his chest.

A beat of silence. Then, you feel warm fingertips beneath your chin, coaxing your eyes up until his gaze meets yours. Frankie cups your cheek and his smile – the one reserved just for you – fills you with such warmth, such comfort, that you can’t help but smile at him in return. His kiss is brief, but tender, and then, he rests his cheek against the crown of your head and holds you just a little bit tighter.

You nuzzle his chest and sigh, “You think she knows?”

He chuckles and nods slightly, “Yeah, cariño. She knows.”

#frankie catfish morales x reader #frankie morales x reader #frankie morales fanfic #triple frontier fanfic #triple frontier fanfiction #triple frontier fan fiction #francisco morales x reader #francisco morales fanfiction #wordywarriorwrites

[youremyheaven]

As a nodal, I want to agree and disagree about "draining" yang people. They do come to us first usually, they see that we don't show interest even when we like them (at least ketu ruled moons) and they simply stop giving a fuck. I think its possible that in some cases we drain them, but I also feel like they are expecting us to show a lot of interest and as someone else said, nodals are used to be gatekeepers (moon people too) of stuff, including feelings. We dont have light to give anyway. I find that we can drain solars as much as they can overwhelm nodals. I always hear nodals complaining about solar people overwhelming them with their energy. So at one point i feel like it's mutual, they may feel like nodals drain them but we feel like they are too much? Idk if that makes sense to other nodals reading this. I know a few solars who I really love and all but I try to stay away because I know if I get into a convo with them they will either start asking a bunch of questions or they will start talking about themselves to the point I will be exhausted. Especially uttara ashadhas, I find all of them to be too intense for me, although i had and still have great friendships with them. when Krittikas are angry for example, I just stand there and dont have any idea of what to do. I find it so hard to give a fuck about things so I dont understand why they're angry and they end up making me tired when they keep talking about the same frustrations over and over.

i feel like they both get tired of eachother, or at least, it could be any of the parts feeling drained, not just yang.

For rahu, I feel like rahuvians are really hard to control, they are chaotic af. they crave yang energy but I dont think they can stand yangs giving them the structure they crave. at the end they will try to destroy it over and over, until the yang person is drained and just gives up.

I want to agree about us being delusional, but I also want to say that Sun and Jupiter people feed our delusions as well. It's not about blaming them for our things. I really dont want to sound like that nodal who isnt self aware. 😭 I enjoy reading shit about us because its funny and it helps. but if we are being real 😭 Sun and Jupiter people validate nodal's delusions. I think I already talked too much so to make it as brief as possible I will give you a personal example. My friend is a punarvasu sun and moon, my other friend UA rising. Sometimes I tell them my delusional stories and they just find a way to literally amplify it or make it worse...... Like if I say "my crush broke up with his gf, i have a chance" they will tell me sometbing like "oh, it's because she is in love with you, she broke up because now she wants you" i told them just yesterday "i know im delusional but dont you guys think thats a lot and also kinda dangerous to tell me" damn

SJSJJSJJSJS lmao

Nodals or Ketuvians being overwhelmed by yang energy is interesting, I've definitely felt like I was "too much" for some of these people

The not being able to care part took me out lol 😭😂my ex friend who had Mula Moon was like that, I'd have a breakdown in front of her and she'd just be like 🧍‍♀️like girlie had no idea what to say or how to react and literally did not give a fck 😂😂

I think these energies are mismatched and it's interesting to hear about it from the perspective of a Nodal

That's one example of them feeding your delusions but I meant being delusional/lacking self awareness in a different way? like many of the Nodals ik have no idea how they are perceived (maybe this is a consequence of them being a shadow planet and literally being in the dark) they will do batshit crazy stuff and blame others for it, act completely unhinged and think they're just being funny or charming or adventurous. It's like my alcoholic broke deadbeat loser senior who acted like he was a catch and that I wanted him. I meant being delusional in a completely different way and cited examples as well of more extreme behaviour? And you really cannot blame anybody else for that lol, those people weren't acting that way bc anybody fed their delusions, they simply were a little bit unhinged

[loverontheleft]

Strip Poker (revised)

Original request: ooo I have a suggestion. So what if b is hosting like a poker night or some sort of game night with his guy friends and the reader is bored watching so she pulls up a chair beside him and then starts messing with him under the table and gives him a hand job? Haha sorry if that’s stupid - O DAMN BUT WHAT IF poker turns into (totally consensual, all parties very much cool with it) strip poker which just makes b hot because he knows he’s the only one who actually gets to touch you, his friends might get to look at you, might even fantasize about you, but it’s his bed you’re in, and goddamn if he doesn’t wanna flaunt that fact occasionally

Brendon x reader.

Warnings: language, dirty talk, arguably public sex, voyeurism, sex.

Word count: 3.8k➡️8.6k

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You’ve had a very long day shopping with your sister and her children at the mall, and while you love them, they’ve exhausted you. All you want now is to curl up in Brendon’s arms. He’s wonderful at taking your stress away just with his presence, plus you love his hands on your body. The way he strokes your hair, caresses your waist and holds you close, or just spoons you on your couch makes any tension melt away.

You can picture your evening now: the two of you intertwined on the couch, Sinatra playing in the background, a bottle of wine and whatever he’s made for dinner on the coffee table, and the way his kisses turn more urgent and his whispers more suggestive before he takes you to bed. You can practically feel his soft tongue working between your thighs and his hands all over you; Brendon gets you so hot and desperate for him, but he always delivers.

“Brendon, love, you home?” You enter your home from the garage, drop your purse on the kitchen island, and listen, head cocked to the side. Your gaze shifts; through the kitchen window, you can see that his car is in the circular driveway behind the house, along with several cars belonging to his friends. You can hear a low rumble of chatter from downstairs now, and you remember: Brendon’s hosting a game night in the lounge of your newly remodeled basement.

It’s a huge space; what used to be one massive unfinished area has been renovated into multiple rooms. The stairwell opens into the lounge and game room, which in turn connects to the hallway with its multiple doors: there’s the theater with a fully stocked wet bar and walk-in wine fridge, three guest suites, a soundproofed recording studio and office space, and, behind a double-locked door in the studio, is the only room that isn’t quite done yet—what Brendon playfully calls your sex dungeon.

It’s a dark, luxurious space, and while you both agree you didn’t really need a separate area designated for sex—because you regularly fuck all over the house—it’s still nice to have an ultra-private retreat that’s dedicated to each other’s pleasure. With the walk-in closet’s shelves for toys and accessories installed yesterday, you can finally start unpacking the dozens of packages strewn across the floor and actually organize the space. Brendon insisted on stocking the room with duplicates of all your favorite things, mostly because he didn’t want either of you to be searching for something, only to realize it was two floors away in your bedroom. Nothing, he’d said, would kill the mood more than pausing to walk up, and then back down, two flights of stairs.

The only thing that’s left to add is the furniture; the rope rigging is arriving in the next few days, and the bondage-friendly headboard and frame should be here within a week. Meanwhile, the California king mattress and box spring are on the floor, waiting more patiently than you. You’ve told him that he needs to be stretched and hydrated whenever the bed is officially assembled, because you will be dragging him to it and keeping him there for many orgasms. You’ve been fantasizing about being cuffed to the headboard while Brendon works you over with a paddle, and you know he’s game to act out any scenario you suggest once the bed is ready.

“B,” you call as you head down the stairs, beaming when you find your husband, Spencer, Zack, Jake, and Dallon gathered around the card table in the lounge. Brendon has a deck of cards in hand, and there’s several empty beer bottles on the table.

Brendon’s eyes light up when he sees you. “Hi, sweetness! You’re home!” He beckons you over, but quickly abandons the cards to meet you halfway as you cross the room. He scoops you up as you fling your arms around his neck; his hands curve under your thighs, and he kisses you longingly. You cling to him, wrapping your legs around his waist and squealing a little when he moves to settle back in his chair with you in his lap.

“I’ve got you, my love. Don’t worry. So happy my sweet girl’s home,” he murmurs against your lips. You love when he holds you and uses his petnames for you around others; it’s just one of the ways he makes you feel special and brings a little intimacy to everything he does.

Once he’s seated comfortably with you straddling him, he kisses you deeply, his hands framing your face and tongue teasing yours, and you both ignore the reactions of his friends. They’re used to how affectionate you two are, and you’re used to their over-the-top responses. They always tease that you two are shameless, while Brendon always retorts that you’ve got no reason to be ashamed.

When he pulls away now, he strokes a thumb over your cheek tenderly while his eyes meet yours. “Damn, you are so beautiful, sweetheart. You had a good day? It’s late—did you all get lunch out? I’ll make dinner later if you’re not too hungry now. Or we can order in. Whatever you’re feeling. How’s your sister? The kids?”

You fill him in on your day, and he leans over to kiss you again, just as intently. “Sorry to pepper you with all the questions. I missed you today, babydoll. Now that this tour has been announced, I feel like I’ve got to take advantage of every moment I’ve got with you. Love you so much.”

You murmur it back to him, resting your head on his shoulder. “I’m glad you’re all breaking in the game table.” You turn to eye the pile of chips. “Poker?”

“We just now started another game. You want me to deal you in?”

“No, that’s okay; thank you though.” You snuggle in closer. You’d wanted alone time with him, but he’s great at making you feel special even in a crowded room, and you get along well with the guys. It’s a change from your anticipated evening, but not a bad one. And after all, they’ll go home eventually, so you can use this time now to work Brendon into a horny mess—you know he won’t mind. “I’ll just watch for now. You need another beer?” You twist in his lap to glance around the table. “Anyone need one?” The guys look at Brendon, and Brendon shrugs.

“If you’re buying.” He grins and swats your ass when you hop off of his lap, making you shriek with delight as you head for the small kitchen in the corner of the lounge.

“My love, I’ll always ‘buy’ for you.” You crack open the fridge, grab five bottles and return to place them squarely in the center of the table for everyone to grab. “As long as we keep the fridge stocked. But the next round will require a trip to the full bar in the theater, because this fridge is now empty. We should really think about putting a full bar in here too.”

Brendon murmurs that he’ll get the next round and talk to the contractor tomorrow, and then he pulls you down into his lap again, one arm draped over your waist with his other hand holding the cold bottle. You settle back against him happily as he kisses your cheek, but then realize you might be blocking his view. “Will you be able to play with me on top of you? I can pull up a chair,” you offer, and Brendon reluctantly nods.

“That’s probably a good idea,” he sighs. “As much as I love having you on top of me and in my lap, playing will require my full focus. I fear having you on me will draw my attention elsewhere, making me crave a different game—one for just me and my pretty girl.” He nuzzles your neck with this comment while his fingers stroke your waist.

Zack groans under his breath at the innuendo, and you grin, standing to grab another chair and dragging it to Brendon’s side. You might not need to do too much work to get him where you want him; his mind seems to be headed there already. “Oh, we’ll play later, don’t you worry. I’ll try not to be too distracting for now though,” you promise, leaning your head on his shoulder and resting your hand on his thigh.

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“Shit,” Brendon groans, and Spencer chuckles, leaning forward to drag the pile of chips towards him. “I really thought that was a good hand.”

“It was a good hand,” Spencer concedes. “Mine was just better.”

“Fair enough.”

You rub your husband’s upper thigh soothingly. Zack and Dallon both folded in the second round, while Jake and Brendon both pressed onward enthusiastically, only to fall short of Spencer’s straight flush.

“Sweet baby, that feels so good,” Brendon murmurs against your hair as he turns to kiss the top of your head. You smile, slipping your hand up higher, pinky pressing along his zipper. You know he can feel it, because he inhales sharply, coughing to cover it up.

“Just doing my wifely duty to cheer you up,” you reply softly, eyes closed as you move closer and adjust your hand to cup him fully. He knows how much you like to tease, and you know how much he likes you to tease him. “Is it working?”

“Oh baby, you know it is. Alright, Dallon,” he sighs. “Deal.”

-||-

“Read it and weep, boys; read it and weep,” Brendon declares, showing his hand, and the others swear as they realize he’s got a royal flush. “You,” he declares, pulling you in for a long kiss, “are my good luck charm.”

You grin against his mouth. “So now would be a bad time to ask to be dealt in?”

He groans, and you laugh, speaking quickly to reassure him. “I’m just kidding; I’m happy to stay arm candy and your good luck charm.”

He shakes his head with a smile. “You’re so much more than just arm candy or a lucky charm. And you’re more than welcome to play. Double our odds of winning.” You nod, standing to retrieve another round of beers for the table, and you’re considering a glass of wine for yourself.

“Wait,” Brendon protests, standing after you and catching your hand. Your fingers now interlocked, he pulls you close. “I said I’d get the next round.” He seems to read your mind, because he adds, “and I’ll get you a glass of wine, doll. That case of the 2011 Malbec you like so much was delivered earlier. But feel free to walk with me; I love your company, and I’ll need help carrying everything.”

You give him a quizzical look, because you have no idea what wine he’s talking about. Instead of giving any clarification though, Brendon just wraps an arm around your waist as he walks you out of view of the table and down the hall.

In the back of the darkened theater, he grabs you by the hips, lifts you easily up onto the bar counter, presses a quick kiss to your lips, and then whirls around to grab more beer from the fridge. “Don’t move, babydoll. I’ll be right back. Let me just get them their beers first, so they don’t come looking and interrupt us.”

“Interrupt us?”

Instead of replying, Brendon winks at you and disappears back to the lounge where the guys are waiting. When he returns moments later, he moves with purpose towards you and captures your mouth in a deep, heated kiss.

“Thank god this is what you meant,” you moan, wrapping your legs around his waist and grinding against his growing erection. “Need you, B. Missed you so much today. I fucking need my man. You promise they won’t interrupt?”

His hands are in your hair, his tongue is exploring your mouth, and he groans your name when you scratch at his back longingly, begging for his fingers. “They won’t interrupt if we don’t take too long, so we don’t have much time,” Brendon murmurs, sliding a hand down the front of your leggings. “My best girl, always so damn wet for me.”

“Always,” you whimper, rubbing against his fingers desperately. “God, I’ve needed this so badly. Want to come all over your hand, fuck!”

Brendon nods and curls his fingers, smiling into the kiss when you whine. “That’s it, baby. All over my hand. Grind on your husband’s fingers; let me feel your pussy when you come for me. You gonna come on my fingers, all hot and wet? Wish I could lick and suck your clit, get you coming on my face and tongue, but—shit, you like that? Can feel how wet that made you. Yeah, you love the dirty talk, don’t you? Be my dirty girl and come on my fingers; let me lick them clean. Want to taste my girl.”

He hisses in a blend of pleasure and pain; you’ve dragged your nails down his back and are biting at his lower lip as you come. You’d apologize, but you know he loves the pain. Your thighs are tense around his hand, and you’re trembling from the way Brendon’s got his fingers still curled and flexing. When you finally go limp and are left clinging to him, Brendon slips his hand from your panties and slides two fingers into his mouth. He winks at you playfully as he shows you his tongue twisting around them, and you groan, scratching at his chest.

“That’s not fair,” you whine, making him laugh. “Don’t tease. My underwear is already soaked.”

Brendon raises one eyebrow, but chooses to say nothing as he finishes sucking his fingers clean. Instead, he helps you slide off the bar and holds you close for a long moment. You relish his warmth and the firm pressure of his body against yours; you’re already fantasizing about getting him alone after the guys leave.

He seems to share your thoughts, pressing his lips to your temple and promising you can have him soon. His hips rock forward a little, letting you feel how hard he is for you. “Soon,” he repeats. With that, he adjusts his erection in an attempt to hide it a bit better, ducks into the walk-in wine cellar, grabs a bottle to pour you a large glass of wine, and leads you back to the lounge.

-||-

You eye the pair of cards you’ve been dealt and consider, glancing at the three community cards. “Call,” you finally declare, nodding at Brendon, and he looks at you with interest as your other hand slips over the bulge in his jeans. He pushes more chips into the center for you, and Jake raises his eyebrows.

“Why are you handling all the chips, Brendon? It’s your wife’s bet.”

Brendon grins, saying nothing; his hips rock ever so slightly when you squeeze. “Y’all are probably being gross. We should do a hand check,” Jake muses and calls as well. You wonder if he has any idea of how right he is. They can all almost certainly see your arm disappearing under the table at an angle, clearly reaching toward Brendon’s lap. One thing you don’t miss about touring is the spontaneous ‘hand checks’ the band implements for you two; the ones that inevitably mean Brendon slipping his fingers from you or you releasing his cock during movie nights and any other group activities on the bus where you can get cuddled up together under a blanket. Fortunately, Jake seems to be kidding for now.

Zack calls too before standing to go to the bathroom, and you know now is your chance. Once the toilet flushes, you quickly unzip Brendon’s jeans under cover of the sound. He glances over at you, and you smile innocently, wrapping your hand around his length through his boxers. Brendon’s hips raise ever so slightly; you can tell he’s enjoying your touch.

Spencer deals the final community card, making you laugh merrily. “That’s a little scary,” Dallon comments, and you give him a wide grin. “That’s not helping. Okay; two pairs,” he states, sounding only somewhat confident.

Jake tips his cards. “Three of a kind.”

Zack laughs grimly. “Three of a kind.”

Brendon looks at you, and you look back; your fingers tighten a little, and you raise an eyebrow. He caves. “Flush.”

You smirk, stroking a hand over his cock to ease the blow. “Four of a kind, gentlemen.”

-||-

At Brendon’s nod, Zack has made a trip to the bar and returned with a large bottle of Jack Daniels and a single can of Coke. That round of strong drinks, plus your glass of wine and the men’s multiple beers, means you’re all more than a little tipsy. Brendon is leaning back in his seat; you’ve worked your hand into his boxers and are stroking a little faster. It’s probably the liquor’s influence, but you’re not worried about the rest of them seeing anything. Honestly, they’ve all been on tour with Brendon, which means, even with their hand checks, they’ve seen much dirtier behavior from you two than a handjob under a table.

Jake and Dallon once found the two of you contorted around each other in an empty storage closet, Brendon’s hand down your leggings as he loudly encouraged you to come on his fingers.

You’re positive they also witnessed The Germany Incident, in which Brendon had been laying naked on a green room couch with you, also naked, reclining against his chest in his arms and on his cock. He’d been fucking you with deep, urgent thrusts; you had your head tipped back to rest on his shoulder while he used one hand to tease your breasts and had the other stroking over your clit while he worked his cock into your wet cunt from beneath you.

You can still hear his voice, telling you to use your man, use his cock, come all over it, all over him, just let go, really soak him and the couch. He’d pinched a nipple then with wet fingers, making you squeal and cling to his arms. It only became an ‘Incident’ with a capital ‘I’ because you’d come hard and promptly lost consciousness—you later blamed the intensity of the orgasm, but also sleep deprivation from travel, plus some mild dehydration.

At the time though, Brendon had naturally freaked out when you went limp on top of him after shrieking his name, and—according to Brendon’s recollection of the Incident—Jake and Dallon had been there almost immediately to help get water, ice packs, and whatever else Brendon could think of—before he’d even had a chance to call for help.

When you’d regained consciousness, you were laid out on the couch, still naked but covered in a fleece blanket from the merch table with an ice pack wrapped in a t-shirt on your forehead. Brendon had tugged on sweatpants and was seated on the floor by your head stroking your hair, and Jake and Dallon hovered in the background. For the rest of the tour, neither could look at you without flushing deep red.

In hindsight, Brendon admitted, they’d probably been watching from the cracked doorway that had a direct line of sight to the couch. This had made you laugh; you’d kissed him hard and agreed that seeing you sprawled on top of him, legs spread wide while he fucked you desperately, noisily from underneath almost certainly had something to do with their awkward behavior.

As for Spencer, he'd walked in on Brendon eating you out in a dressing room post-show. You’d dragged your husband back there, begging for his tongue, and he’d dropped to his knees without hesitation. Leaning against the wall and hitching your dress up, you rolled your hips forward; Brendon had taken the invitation readily. The tip of his tongue on your clit with two fingers thrusting and spreading and curling in you had driven you wild.

You hadn’t seen him in six weeks at that point, and you were climbing the walls with desire. He’d been on edge too: you heard the zipper of his pants followed by the urgent sound of his hand stroking over his cock. Your eyes were closed in bliss, one hand cradling his head as he worked his tongue over you, and the other reaching down to spread yourself for him with two fingers.

Your eyes were still squeezed shut as you came with a sharp cry, your hips bucking and back arched off the wall; Brendon, his face still buried in your pussy and tongue moving frantically, let out a desperate groan that told you he’d just come all over his hand. At that exact moment, you heard the door open, followed by a low swear and the door slamming shut again. The only way you and Brendon knew it’d been Spencer was the set of drumsticks on the floor.

You can’t even pick the filthiest moment Zack has witnessed in your relationship. He’s found you both in various and complete states of undress in bus bunks, hotel rooms, showers, dressing rooms, elevators, cars, and, on one memorable occasion, an inflated lifeboat on a friend’s yacht.

Brendon had been on top of you, his swimsuit tugged down in the front just enough to get his cock out, and he’d pulled your bikini bottoms to the side so he could fill you. You can still hear the urgent squeak of the rubber and Brendon panting over you, telling you how badly he needed to feel you come for him. His low groan in your ear after you came and he finally spilled into you is still one of your favorite sounds. You didn’t love hearing Zack swear when he came around the corner and then mutter, “you fucking perverts,” but Brendon laughing in that exhausted, post-orgasm way of his and rolling off of you to bury his face in your neck is always fantastic, no matter the circumstances.

Now though, here in your basement, they all might get a live and up-close viewing of Brendon coming all over your hand. It’s not ideal, but you have no intention of stopping, of leaving your husband throbbing and in need of release. Brendon bites his lip, and you’re not sure if he’s close or if he’s just reacting to the newest community card. His hips are twitching though, and he’s giving you a long look, as if to ask, ‘how?,’ and also, just as important, ‘where?’

These are things you hadn’t considered when you started this little tease. You really can’t make him come like this; he’s wearing a dark shirt, and the way he’s slightly sunken down in his chair means he’d definitely come all over his chest. You’re pretty sure it has to be in your mouth. Not that you mind—you love swallowing for him. It’s just the logistics of your current situation.

You briefly consider dropping your phone and crawling under the table to let him finish in your mouth, but there’s a few problems with that. It would probably take too long, Brendon probably wouldn’t be able to keep silent, he definitely wouldn’t be able to maintain a neutral face, and it would just generally arouse his friends’ suspicions. Although, and you glance around the table, you can get rid of them temporarily by appealing to their stomachs.

“Jake, I got that French onion dip you really liked,” you say, trying to control your voice. “You and Dallon should head upstairs and get it. I’m too tipsy to try the stairs.” They nod and stand, and you smile to yourself.

“Zack,” Brendon mumbles, his eyes locked on yours, “will you show Spencer the list of new tour locations? They’ve added a few since we last talked. The complete schedule is in my office.” Zack gives him a confused look but nods, and he and Spencer head down the hallway to Brendon’s office and studio.

As their footsteps fade, you slip out of your chair and under the table. Brendon shoves his jeans and boxers down his thighs, groaning and coming the moment your mouth closes over him. “Jesus fuck, that’s it; swallow for me, babydoll,” he grunts, both hands in your hair as you suck greedily; your head is bobbing as you take him deeper and swallow happily. “This is exactly what I needed; goddamn, my gorgeous wife sucking my cock—making me come, yes, that’s it, swallow, honey—fuck, you make me come so hard; that’s all for you—my cock is all for you, it’s all fucking yours. God, you’d better believe I’m gonna eat your pussy later til you’re screaming my name; I need to get your sweet cunt all over my face before I fuck you the way you deserve.”

You can feel his hips tense as he finishes—he’s fighting the urge to thrust in between your lips. Normally you’d gladly let him fuck your mouth since that’s a good way for him to get hard again, but you both know you just don’t have the time. The guys could be back any moment.

Instead, Brendon’s petting your hair and breathing hard; you’re still between his legs, tongue softly licking him clean and your hand stroking his length gently when you hear footsteps.

“Shit,” you hiss, pulling off of him. Zack and Spencer come back just as Dallon and Jake come downstairs with bowls of chips and dip. You crawl out from under the table while Brendon tries to catch his breath. His friends stare between you down on your knees and Brendon, with his head tipped back, his eyes closed, face flushed, and his lips slightly parted. In your mind, it’s pretty obvious what’s just happened, but your pride requires an attempt at a coverup. “I dropped my phone,” you offer casually, wiping at your lower lip with your thumb.

“It’s on the table,” Zack points out dryly, and you shrug.

“Whoops. I’m drunker than I thought. Could’ve sworn I dropped it.”

“Where were we?” Brendon asks the question loudly to distract the group, and they settle back in their chairs, picking up their cards. “Spencer, I think it’s your turn to act on this round.”

He folds, and Zack deals the last card. It’s your turn; you fold. Brendon and Jake eye each other. Brendon ultimately folds too, and Jake turns his attention to Zack, who tips his hand. Three of a kind. Jake sighs and shoves the pile of poker chips to Zack before downing the rest of his drink. You stand and grab the bottle of whiskey, refilling the drinks in front of each of you.

-||-

“Dammit,” You swear as Brendon flips the fourth card. “Shouldn’t have folded.”

Brendon grins and eyes you. “You know,” he drawls, “you can get back in. For a price.” You arch an eyebrow, and he laughs. “Piece of clothing…or a truth. No dares when we’re this tipsy.”

Jake leans forward, rubbing his hands. “Strip poker; excellent.”

Zack snorts, while Dallon sits back in his chair and says nothing, but his eyes are bright. Spencer nudges Jake hard and looks between you and Brendon, who shakes his head a little, clearly amused by the silent conversation happening between the guys.

“I’m not opposed,” Spencer finally says. “I just don’t want…anyone to feel uncomfortable.” He’s clearly offering this to you; Dallon and Zack agree. You shrug, telling Brendon he plays dirty while tugging your hair tie out and freeing your ponytail.

He leans over and ruffles your hair affectionately. “You love when we get dirty together, doll. The hair tie will work to get back in for this round, but just know that if you lose…you owe another piece.” He looks at the rest of the group. “Are we doing all losers or just the lowest hand?”

You scoff. “All losers.”

Zack laughs. “You’re feeling confident, aren’t you?” You nod smugly as Brendon flips the fifth card. Spencer doesn’t react, Jake calls, you call, and Dallon and Zack both check. Brendon studies his hand, your face, and the community cards before calling as well.

Dallon and Zack both have two pairs, while Spencer sits comfortably with his three of a kind. Jake reveals his flush and you grin, showing off your full house. Brendon shakes his head with a smile. “Sorry, sweetness.”

He drops his cards to show his four of a kind. “You can take the truth if you want,” he offers casually, and you glance at him.

“Do you want me to take the truth?” You’re pretty sure you know the answer, but Brendon appears to consider the question as he takes a long sip of his drink.

“If you’re comfortable stripping, then I’m comfortable with you stripping.” He looks at you meaningfully as he sets the glass down, and you nod. You knew he’d say that. What’s left unspoken is that he knows his friends won’t be able to keep their eyes off of you; you both know that the possessive part of him loves when others can’t stop staring at you.

You both also know it’s a little backward, but you love knowing that they’ll look at you, think about you, and even want you —yet, ultimately, everyone at this table understands he’s the only one you’ll take to bed; he’s the only one you’ll ever want. You pull your cardigan off, letting it hit the floor.

The other guys are more modest and each sacrifice a sock, and you roll your eyes. “You’re all lame.”

Brendon laughs, leaning back in his seat. “They’re just starting slow because they know it’s gonna get a whole lot worse for them. Like you with that hair tie.” He throws a glance at you. “But someone feels confident—going right for the cardigan, hmmm?”

You nod, accepting the two cards you’re dealt and wait patiently.

-||-

“Take it off, baby!” You giggle, helping Brendon get his shirt off before standing and wriggling out of your tank top to reveal your blue lace push-up bra. If the guys notice Brendon’s jeans are still unzipped and half-open from your interlude under the table, they don’t comment on it.

“I don’t even mind losing, because you’re getting naked with me,” you say, reaching out to stroke his bare chest while he traces a finger over your bra strap.

“Gross,” Zack deadpans, crossing his arms. He’s won this round, while Jake has lost his other sock at this point, Spencer too, and the rest of you are shirtless. Brendon is gazing at you steadily over the edge of his drink, and you wonder what he’s thinking. Fortunately, you don’t have to wait long.

He sets his drink down and turns to Zack. “You’re just jealous,” Brendon tells him with a smile, and Zack grins, shaking his head. “You don’t have to admit it; I already know. Everything my wife brings to the table and she looks like this? Fuck, just look at my girl. We don’t mind you guys looking. How could you resist? She’s fucking gorgeous.”

You stretch and preen under Brendon’s praise, and he watches you hungrily. “Yeah,” you murmur, “you can look all you want—just remember I’m all his.”

Brendon finishes your sentence. “And more importantly, I’m all hers, which makes me the luckiest guy at this table.”

He beckons you into his lap, cupping your face as you straddle him. “I can’t even say I lost this last round when you’re on me like this,” he murmurs while he draws you in for a deep kiss. You return the kiss eagerly, moaning into his mouth when his fingers start caressing your breasts. “Can’t ever lose when I’ve got my girl half-undressed and on top of me, rubbing against my—shit, guys, go get more beer. I need a minute with my wife.”

“Only one minute?” Dallon teases in a slightly strained voice, but Brendon is already kissing you again, one hand working its way into your bra and the other grabbing at your ass to keep you moving on top of him.

“Go away,” you moan, grinding down against Brendon urgently while flinging a hand at Dallon and the rest of them. “Go get beer or something, and then count to three hundred.”

“You heard the lady,” Brendon mumbles, rocking his hips up to press his cock into you. “My wife needs five minutes with me.”

You hear their chairs push back, and you rise up high onto your knees above Brendon’s lap once they’re gone.

“You’ve got me alone for the next five minutes. Now what?”

“Now I make my girl come.”

Brendon slides a hand down the front of your leggings. “Fuck, your panties match this bra, don’t they? Can feel the soft lace; wanna get you out of them with my teeth and then lick your clit until you come on my tongue.”

“We have like four minutes left,” you murmur, rocking back and forth on his hand urgently. “You know I want you to eat me out, but we’re running out of time.”

“Grind on my cock then, babydoll; come on your man, get off from rubbing your wet pussy all over me. God, but what I wouldn’t do to get my cock in your perfect cunt right now and feel you lose control.”

He slips his fingers from you; you’re moaning loudly into the embrace, tugging at his hair, and pressing down onto his cock throbbing under you. It feels so good, but you both know that in order to come the way you both want to come, you need to really ride him. “Need you in me,” you groan, and Brendon nods desperately, telling you to do it, take whatever you need, he’s yours. His jeans are still open from earlier; it’s easy to grasp his cock and pull him free. You consider just shoving your leggings down slightly, but you know you won’t be able to straddle him as long as you’re dressed. Instead, you slide your leggings and underwear off fully.

Finally, you spread your legs over him again and, grabbing his cock to press it against your pussy, you sink down onto him. You gasp, tossing your head back as you take him inside you, whining as you settle in his lap. You can feel every inch of his cock, and it’s creating the perfect amount of pressure. Moving urgently, desperately, you grip his shoulders. “Bren, tell me—”

“Fuck yes; you’re so damn hot. That’s it, ride my cock, you’re my best, dirtiest—”

He’s cut off by Dallon yelling from down the hall that you have two minutes left.

You’re both breathing hard. “Running out of time,” Brendon groans. “Come for me, baby. Come all over my cock.” Order given, Brendon buries his face in your cleavage, licking and suckling at the exposed skin. You know you both need more, so you abandon his shoulders to shove your bra cups down. Your nipples now exposed, you gasp happily when he closes his mouth over one and starts rolling it with his tongue.

“I’m gonna fucking come,” you whine, grinding down against the base of his cock while he thrusts up into you. “Shit I’m close; right there, give it to me just like—give me your cock, yes, Brendon yes! Fuck me, oh shit, oh fuck I’m—Bren, now!”

He sucks hard at your nipple, and you shriek, tugging his hair and riding out your climax.

“Oh fuck,” you groan, still moving on him as you come back to full awareness. “God, you’re so hard—you gonna come in me, B?”

“Could,” Brendon grunts, gripping your ass with both hands. “Just need—fuck, a little bit more t—”

“Time’s up,” Zack yells, and you both groan. Brendon rests his forehead against yours and lifts you off of his cock. You make a small sound of protest, but you know it’s no use. Brendon gives you a longing look, and you know he’s just as disappointed as you are. You love when your husband makes you come, but you’d always rather come together. “Fix your clothes, you freaks,” Zack adds. “We’re coming back.”

Exhausted, you guide your bra back into place, slide out of Brendon’s lap, and tug your underwear and leggings on. Before you can get both up over your hips, Brendon slips a hand down between your thighs and moans low in the back of his throat. He loves feeling you after you’ve come for him, loves getting you sprawled out in bed so he can explore your body and see all the different reactions he can coax from you post-orgasm. You both know Zack means it though, and you don’t have the time.

Brendon pulls his hand back, you get your clothes back on, and you curl into his side, nuzzling his bare shoulder. He drapes an arm around you, kissing the top of your head affectionately. “To be continued, sweet baby,” Brendon promises in a low voice before sucking his fingers clean.

The guys walk back in, and Brendon gives them a not-entirely-playfully dirty look. “You guys are the worst. Not even a little grace period?”

They pile back into their chairs, and Dallon shrugs. “She came, didn’t she? What else was there to do?”

You roll your eyes and lean on Brendon’s shoulder, fingers grazing over his cock slowly. You love the way he throbs at your touch. “She could’ve gotten her husband off too,” you tell Dallon, who mimes gagging. “He was close, and you all cock-blocked him. But I’ll take care of my man later. Now,” and you direct this at Spencer, “it’s your turn to deal.”

-||-

You glance at the two cards on the table and wait. You don’t really want to fold, but you don’t have a good feeling. Sure enough, you end up with one pair; you sigh, going for the waistband of your leggings. Brendon’s eyes flit between your face and the delta of your thighs, and it dawns on you.

You can feel how wet your lace panties are, which means the guys would probably see how wet you are through them. That’s a little more than you want them to get right now. You make the decision. “I think I’ll opt to answer a question. Does Spencer get to ask it because he won this round?”

Spencer glances around the table, unsure of what to ask. “I yield the floor,” he jokes, and Dallon leans forward to claim the question.

“What were you really doing under the table when we came back downstairs with the snacks? We know you didn’t drop your phone.”

You exchange looks with Brendon, who just grins and shrugs a little. You take it as permission. “Sucking my husband’s cock,” you say casually, and Jake chokes on his drink. Brendon starts laughing, and Dallon points out that Brendon didn’t actually need to come during your five-minute interlude earlier, since you’d already gotten him off.

“I knew it,” Zack says triumphantly, prompting questioning looks from both you and Brendon. “I mean, I suspected. I didn’t know for sure, obviously. Although you did crawl out from under the table, wiping your mouth with that smug smile.”

Brendon keeps laughing and pulls you closer. “I need another, stronger drink,” you tell him, and he nods decisively. “Shots. Tequila, probably,” you add, and he grins, gesturing for everyone to follow him to the bar.

Once in the theater, he situates himself behind the bar, grabbing a selection of shot glasses, a bottle of tequila, and pouring across the glasses.

“Come and get ‘em,” he announces, and everyone reaches for one. The tequila leaves a warm trail down your throat, and you each set your glass down in front of Brendon. “Another?”

When you all nod, he fills them and his own again. You reach for yours, and he shakes his head. “No ma’am,” he says with a teasing finger wag. There’s a longing look in his eyes, and you think you know where his head is at. “You have to earn your second one. Hop up.”

You know exactly what he wants, and you love it. Doing body shots off of each other reminds you of being on tour with him in the early days: sneaking around, fucking in dressing rooms, and generally partying without any care for the consequences. Just as in love, just as wild about each other, but even more uninhibited and reckless in the best ways.

You accept his hand and lay yourself flat out on the bar, smiling up at him. His eyes roam over your body. “Jesus,” he sighs, taking you in with hungry eyes. “You’re so damn pretty, doll. I’m so fucking lucky to be yours.” With that, he reaches for your waist, and you know what’s coming next. If he’s okay with it, you are too. You both like showing off.

Brendon guides your leggings down, revealing your very wet underwear. You glance around the room in amusement. It’s just like being on tour: Zack and Spencer are taking another shot and studying the ceiling, clearly trying not to notice the way your leggings hit the floor, while Jake and Dallon are both openly watching Brendon’s fingers tease your skin.

“Don’t move,” Brendon warns you now, moving the waistband of your underwear down just a little to lick the newly exposed skin between your hip bones.

“Fuck, I love your mouth,” you whisper, squirming. Brendon winks, grabs the salt shaker, and sprinkles the coarse salt onto you, nodding decisively when it sticks to the wet path he’s left with his tongue. You reach down to your side for a lime wedge, placing it between your teeth.

“Don’t shiver and make a mess.” He maintains eye contact with you as he pours the shot onto your stomach.

“Fuck,” you hiss, and his tongue scoops up the salt, his lips suck up the tequila, and his teeth snap at the lime, sucking hard to tug it out of your mouth. Lime sucked and discarded, Brendon’s lips are back on yours, and he’s kissing you desperately. The combined taste of residual tequila and Brendon’s mouth has your head spinning.

“You earned your second shot,” he murmurs, but you’re not interested in just taking the shot.

“Let me take it off you,” you beg, sliding your legs to the side and finding your footing. Brendon grins, tucking your full shot glass into the waistband of his jeans while leaning against the bar.

“Should’ve known my baby would’ve wanted to get her mouth on me.”

“Damn right.” You lick greedily at his collarbone, pour the salt, and pop the lime wedge in his mouth. “You ready?” You hope he is, because you’re ready to make a scene. The two of you perfected the upright body shot during his Vices tour, and even though it’s been a few years, you know you’ve still got it. Even Zack and Spencer are watching you closely now.

Brendon nods, and you run your tongue back over his collarbone before moving down his body, lips closing over the shot glass and pulling it out of his pants, knocking your head back sharply to take the shot. You drop to your knees in front of him and, finally using your hands, set the glass aside. For the last step, you grab his waistband to bring him to his knees too, so you can seize the lime from his mouth.

“Well shit,” Jake breathes, and Brendon laughs, tugging you close and kissing you deeply. He rocks back off his knees and sits, his fingers running through your hair, and you need him.

“More,” you insist, crawling into his lap, rubbing against him. His hard cock is pressing into you through his jeans, and grinding on him in just your underwear is creating amazing friction. “Get your pants off entirely, B. Let me ride you again, get you coming in my hot, wet cu—”

“Audience,” Spencer interrupts, and you groan, pulling your mouth back.

Brendon is breathing hard, eyes dark and locked on you. “I’m gonna kick our audience out so I can fuck you,” he tells you, ignoring the fact that your audience is present and listening. “Poker night is over; I’ll see you guys later,” he mumbles in their direction without breaking his gaze with you, and they head for the stairs.

“Make good choices,” Zack calls, and Brendon flips him off without looking as he kisses you again.

“Once they’re out of here, you’re mine,” he tells you, and you rock your hips against his.

“I’m always yours,” you remind him and he nods, grasping your hair and tilting your head back gently so he can kiss your neck. “Bren, your mouth feels so good, need you to bite my neck while you fill my cunt; give me all your cum,” you moan, admittedly louder than you intended, and Dallon yells back that they’re still in the house. “Whoops,” you giggle, and Brendon grabs your ass, nipping at your skin.

“Bad girl,” he teases in a low voice. “Letting our friends hear you.” Your eyes flutter closed as his lips move over your neck and down to the swell of your breasts in the push-up lace. “They were so damn turned on by you,” he whispers, running a hand up your side to pinch one of your nipples lightly. “Blowing me under the table, sending them away so you could get off on my cock, letting me lick you all over in front of them, watching you drop to your knees for me…fuck babydoll, they’ll never admit it, but they are so hot for you. Their wives and girlfriends are in for such a good fuck when they get home.”

“God, Brendon…you like your friends getting all horny from me?” You’re murmuring this in his ear as you snake a hand down the front of his boxers. He groans, and you grasp his cock, jerking him off slowly with one hand while the other shoves at his jeans. “You like that, B?”

“Yeah, fucking love it. Love letting them see how goddamn sexy you are, letting them see exactly why I’m so fucking wild about you. Letting them see how I’m wrapped around your finger, completely yours—you’re the only one who gets me, and I’m the only one who gets you.” He moves to your mouth and lets his tongue explore before pulling back. “I don’t quite remember when, except that you were in the bathroom— but Jake leaned over and asked how good of a girl you really are.”

You arch an eyebrow in question, and Brendon smirks. “I told them you let me fuck you any and every day, in any and every way I want, and you don’t just let me; you positively beg for it. You say my name so sweetly when you come and then you plead with me to come in you.” While the possessive part of him loves others getting turned on by you, the possessive part of you loves when he brags about your sex life.

His fingers slip down between your bodies, and he groans when he feels how wet you still are. “And you get so damn wet for me; you really want me to fuck you, yeah?”

“Yeah,” you whisper urgently, bucking against his fingers. “Give it to me, Brendon. Fingers, tongue, cock. Anything, just give it to me.” He brushes a hand over the side of your face.

“And you beg so nicely too,” he comments, rocking up on his knees a little bit to shove his jeans down further, arm tightening around you so you won’t slip backwards. “Slide your panties to the side, honey, and ride my cock, bounce on it like we love.” You obey, body quaking when he’s fully in you. “That’s my best girl,” he groans quietly, unsnapping your bra as you work yourself along his length. “Love watching your tits move while you take my cock.”

“Brendon, you feel so good,” you whimper, and he bites your earlobe. You love being on top, because you can control the exact pace and angle; you can make sure his cock presses right where you want and guarantee you’ll come hard. Plus, the look on his face is always incredible—you love knowing he’s feeling that good just from having you on him. However, sometimes you really want him to take charge and take you.

“Want you to fuck me, B.” He nods, understanding. He curves over you with a hand pressed to the small of your back so you’re lowered gently to the carpet and he’s above you. Your hips are still twitching against his, and he kisses you hard.

“Let me take care of you.” He grabs one of your thighs and lifts it over his hip so he can fill you at a sharper angle. His hair has fallen into his eyes and he flips it out of the way, fucking you quickly with short, rough strokes. “You feel fucking incredible,” Brendon whispers, closing his eyes for a moment, relishing the way you meet his thrusts.

You’re breathing hard, panting, and your fingers are digging into his shoulders. “Incredible,” you echo, desperate for more. “Make me come,” you tell him, eyes wide. “Rub my clit and make me come.”

“Not yet,” he groans, taking both of your hands and pushing them over your head. He’s leaning over you, forehead to forehead, and you arch to kiss him. It’s sloppy and dirty, your tongues teasing and moving together, but neither of you are complaining. “You know,” he pauses to grunt sharply when you contract around him, “fuck, your sweet cunt—you know I like to come together. But I’m so close, babydoll; give me a few more moments, and I’ll come for you.”

“Brendon, I want you to come in me.” The words are plain, and you’ve said them before because you always get the same result. He gasps, his rhythm faltering. “Come in me, just let go and come inside your wife.”

“Jesus Christ,” he hisses, thumb rubbing your clit gently until you grab his hand and apply more pressure. “Oh god, baby, I’m gonna—”

“Fuck Brendon, I—”

“Fuck, fuck, fu—gonna take it all?”

“Yes, fuck yeah, I need it, gimme that hot cum, oh my god, oh— fuck!”

“You want me to give your pussy all my cum? You want it filling your cunt, a hot, slick reminder of who fucks you best?”

“Oh fu—you fuck me best; oh shit, only ever you—god, Bren, fuck my pussy, fuck me, fuck me, fuck me, yes, give it to me, B, fuck! Right th—oh—!”

“Coming,” Brendon finally gasps in your ear, and you let yourself go with a sharp cry as he comes, fast and hot. The heat spreads through you, and you moan, clutching his back and clenching around him. Your entire body is quivering, and his hips move in little spasms as your pussy milks his climax from him.

“I can’t—Jesus, Brendon. I can’t stop— you’re the only one who—makes me come like—” you kiss him, and he lashes his thumb over your clit. “Again; oh God, oh Brendon, baby, yes, yes, yes!”

“That’s my girl,” he whispers against your lips while you thrash under his touch. “I love watching you come,” he tells you and you tremble, coming down from your high. “You’re so beautiful.”

“The same to you,” you say with a grin, your chest heaving as you try to catch your breath while running your hand through his hair. “Love you, Brendon. So much.”

“Love you too, babydoll. So fucking much.” He pulls out of you, groaning your name. “I’m gonna take you upstairs now, and we’re gonna take a hot bath.”

“Mmmmm,” you purr, tracing a finger down his chest. “And then what?”

“Then, tomorrow I’m going to call the contractor to have them add a whirlpool tub to our sex dungeon bathroom so we can clean up and relax there after.”

You raise an eyebrow, and he laughs, gesturing between your bodies. “Want to be able to drag my wife right to the tub after I fill her up with cum and make her soak my cock. Stairs sound miserable.”

“Agreed,” you murmur, clinging to him. “But while you’re on the phone with the—”

“Don’t worry, love,” Brendon whispers against your forehead as he presses a gentle kiss there. “I’ll also mention the full wet bar in the lounge, because that was a great, highly necessary idea. Even if it means we won’t be able to send the guys out of the room or sneak away under the pretense of getting alcohol.”

“No pretense needed. I’ll just tell them I want to ride your dick and I don’t want them to watch, so they need to go amuse themselves in the theatre for ten minutes. As we’ve learned, five isn’t enough.”

Brendon smiles down at you. “My best, dirty girl,” he teases. “So clever. But tonight, after this bath upstairs, I’m going to tease you by licking and sucking every inch of you except your pussy, until you beg for my tongue. And then, I’ll eat you out til you can’t say anything but my name. Once I’ve made you come a few times with my mouth and we’ve made out with the sweet taste of your cunt on my tongue, I’m gonna get you on your hands and knees, so I can give you my cock from behind, just like you like it.”

You whimper, clinging to him and nodding. Brendon strokes a hand over your hair, murmuring, “I know you love feeling me fill you like that, slamming my hips into your ass, working my cock deep into you, rubbing your clit with two fingers and making you lose control.” His soft voice is a contrast to the explicit words, and you love it. “What do you think of my plan, pretty girl?”

“I think you’re the smartest, sexiest, best man I could ever ask for, and I’ll come up with some very explicit ways to thank you for your hard work and generosity.”

“That’s all I ask, babydoll.” Brendon kisses you softly before nuzzling your neck and scooping you up. “Now, let’s head upstairs.”

#brendon urie #my work #brendon urie smut #brendon urie imagine #brendon x reader #fanfic #imagine #brendon urie fanfiction #panic! at the disco #he could fuck me any way he wanted #loverontheleft #my work revised

[zdogswife]

OMG hiii I see you've never written a blog so can I just give you a starter? Smut with all of the boys please 🥺😭😭 I hate that emoji but yeah you don't have to (aged up if your doing younger boys as such as aonung, Loak, neteyam rotxo,)

OFC MY LOVE GIRL YKNOW I GOT YOUUU ITS GONNA BE A LIL ANGSTY BUT THAT SINT NEVER HURT A SOUL??

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Warning: Slightly hard smut, cheating, choking, yandere basically, emotional, Angst, nOt making up, loak is a hoe, pregnancy , getting back together, fluffy at the end, language

Summary: You and loak have a nice life or so you thought 💭

You're a moaning mess your loincloth thrown to the floor loaks too he's rutting into you at a fast pace "Loak my god don't fucking stop yesss," you moan out "wasn't planning on it your to good f'me " he says wet squelching sounds can be her heard from his fast pace " damn baby yessss" loak says he feels you clenching knowing your at your limit he gives you soft slow hard thrusts "CUMMM" with that your body shakes around and you squirt all over his abdomen " stay baby I'm not done yet " he flips your body around plays with your clit with his tip and gently slides in "to much damn daddy" you speak " he starts throbbing inside you but before you can pull him out warm stick thick cum fills your womb he plants kisses all of your face then begins to clean you up.

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You wake up and suddenly feel weak you feel the need to scream and throw up you start to call loak over to help you but he's not there "Damnit loak I think I'm sick" you get up to throw up only to realize loak never came back the yesterday when he left you to go play with his friends you grab your bow and get ready to call your ikran thinking something happened to him "Please be okay" you whisper taking off with your ikran to his family marui which would usually be empty due to there schedules you land and began to get ready to charge but you hear sounds "damn you loak calling me another bitches name no your motherfucking girlfriend name who the hell are you" She storms out and you hide when she's officially gone you walk back in realizing he did something he shouldn't have done he cheated " you cheated on me loak?' you asked knowing the answer " baby yes I'm sorry I thought of you the whole time I said your whole fuckin name y.n " He yelled when he is the one that should be getting yelled at " LOAK AFTER EVERY I'VE DONE FOR YOU YOU GO OUT AND DO THIS AS IF I'VE DONE NOTHING" You yelled you walked out you weren't leaving him you needed space.

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Guilt guilt is what you thought when you found out you were pregnant you needed to reconcile with loak you needed to but you couldn't see him he should've never ever cheated on you, you needed him to apologize to you. You decided the least you could do was tell him and hope for the best you hop off of your ikran going to his family marui you open the makeshift door , you walk in to all eyes on except loaks ahem you clear your voice " I'm pregnant." You state and all eyes turn on loak but loak at you with widened eyes you walk out with your head dropped low not wanting to make eye contact with anyone else but you didn't know loak had followed you but you did when he tugged at your arm "what the fuc-" you spoke or tried to but you were interrupted with loaks words " I'm sorry day and night I think about what we should've been your the most amazing thing that has ever happened to me I cannot bear not being with you," he spoke with his ears flattened "Lo what you did to me wasn't right at all you hurt me and cut me like a knife I tried to make it right and avoid you but I can't I love you ," you say with tears as you press your forehead onto his 'Can I kiss you?' loak asks and you nod your head in agreement he pulls your face in and cups your cheeks in both hands he places his lips onto yours and grazes his tongue over your lips before sliding into your mouth before breaking the kiss he gives you a smirk. "loak don't do that ever please I was wrong leaving you alone to suffer but you were wrong to let's make it right for our baby " he nods and rubs your still flattened stomach .

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"Ready for our date baby?" Loak asks, you two promised each other to take each other out every week to keep your love going and growing " Yes dear I it will take awhile He keeps growing making my life harder each day" you giggle at what you said but you didn't get a response from loak next thing you know he's right beside you "He?? Baby we're having a boy omg little loak Jr omg" you stop and burst out laughing at the thought of little loak running around skipping and hopping on your marui pod loak takes you out finally you walk around the ocean to see bioluminescence everywhere he pulls out his hand for you too hold to get inside the water "loak were are we going?" You question, he doesn't answer and calls for his ilu your in awe as you arrive it was a secret no private cove hidden inside the forest part of the ocean you stood there mouth propped open you were taken from reality itself until a hand pulls you out of the trance he pulls you into the small pod he attacks your face with kisses he pulls yo both onto his ilu and you start moving as the ilus pace increases you hold on tighter. swimming in circles you feel the need to breath but you're having to much fun, but finally you two have to come up and you do so! " Loak I love you and your son to the end up time" you speak and he smiles as happy tears trail down his face " I love you ma itan I love you yawne" he says and you both kiss passionately before you both say ''oel ngati kaimie''

Hii hope you enjoyed it (: I can do another part if need be love you sweet dear

[mushroom-for-art]

I am feeling WAYS that God damn Mightyena is gonna catch these HANDS

This is a situation that occurred in Rue au likely after "Cave In" but obviously before "And it all went wrong" or whatever I called my chapters, Rue Captain and that Mightyena belong to @blues-sues, enjoy!

You're lying

The security door slide open with a soft hissing, in the doorway the chimera Zoroark stood looking into the room face like always unreadable.

"Rue. Follow me." it was a simple demand and they had already started to walk away, Rue quickly scrambled to put the book back on its shelf and fly after her superior following them down the corridors thinking that she was sure they didn't have training today but perhaps plans had changed.

When they turned a corner to go a different route Rue felt her confusion grow but she didn't question silently floating after knowing better than to speak when not spoken to. They ascended up some stairs into an area she'd never been in before there was glass panels surrounding a dome like shape looking down and as Rue followed Captain to a humans side she cast a look down seeing from a different angle the very familiar battle arena, and, a very familiar two stood inside looking around, noticeably lacking her usual metal accessories.

The impatient huff made Rue realise she'd stopped to stare down into the arena quickly floating over and stopping respectfully, feet touching the floor looking at the human superior. They didn't regard her looking down into the battle arena.

"Where were you yesterday night Rue." Captain spoke simply, looking at Rue with a steady cold gaze.

"Yesterday, night? I was in my room after having gotten patched up from the scouting mission." The question baffled her slightly, where else would she have been at night but her own room? The only time she'd be elsewhere is if she was out on a mission or doing night training.

The human she didn't recognise brought a radio to their mouth, "release it into the arena." Rue felt her brows furrow daring to look away towards the glass down into the arena and feeling immediately her stomach drop.

Dark fur stood already bristled hackles raised as the Mightyena claws at the ground underneath it, gleaming white teeth catching the lights as May turned to look at them in confusion.

"Yesterday night the kitchen in sector b was ransacked, did you know that?" Rue blinked to look over at the human but quickly brought her eyes back not daring to let the Mightyena out her sight as it paced.

"No? I, thought I heard about something happening in passing but I didn't know exactly what happened." The hum from the human sent an uncomfortable twinge down her spine.

"Do you know where your friend had been yesterday night."

"Look at your superior when they're speaking to you Rue." Captains voice cut through her coldly as she was forced to look away looking towards Captain and the human superior.

"She was helping the other Grunts with the unloading and stock checking of supplies after we returned from our away mission under the order and watch of Admin Marigold, sir." Rue recalled how the Admin had hollered at and collared May for following Rue back to the building telling her to get back and make herself useful while Rue was taken to be patched up. She hadn't seen May since with their differing schedules.

The Superior blinked slowly letting out a soft hiss as he inhaled, "That's a shame Rue, May said the exact same thing, we were quite hoping you'd have had more sense." Rue felt confusion take over her senses as he lifted the radio to his mouth, "Begin."

Rues head whipped around at the immediate snarl just catching sight of the Mightyena lunging forward across the arena to attack with May stumbling and immediately trying to run to get away. Panic stress fear and confusion took over Rues senses.

"What's going on?! I told you what you wanted, why are you doing this?!" Rues hands came to the glass blood splattered from Mays tail as a sharp swipe caught her in passing as the beast leapt for her before quickly giving chase again upon landing.

"I hadn't realised she was so questioning." Rue didn't acknowledge them as the superior remarked to Captain in a disapproving tone.

"You shouldn't ask questions, Rue. You'll be told what you need to know when you need to know it." Rue had to bite back the apology on her tongue as Captain chastised her.

"Your little orange friend has access to the kitchen, we're aware that she's been using that to bring you food and drinks not authorized by your nutritionist, which goes against our order. We know she used that access so that you could both plunder the kitchen during the night, reducing our resources and leaving a mess." Rue did look away to stare at the superior open mouth in confusion and betrayal at the assumption they continued.

"Had you just admitted that rather than lying to protect yourself and your partner in the act we could've avoided all this." They lied simply with no sense of irony or hypocrisy, "but now we've had to take action to punish accordingly and teach you and the other mewtwo a lesson so that you don't repeat this."

"Thats, that's not fair!" Rue was surprised by her own voice but she continued, "we did not do what you're accusing us of! Ask Admin Marigold! Check the cameras! This isn't-!"

"Rue." Captains voice was a simple short snap and she felt all her confidence and words die in her throat as they looked at her and slowly slightly shook their head giving her a level disappointed gaze that almost shattered the rest of her esteem.

Mays screaming pulled her away from Captains glare blood was splattered across walls and the arena floor, sharp claws were slashing into the flesh of her tummy section over and over again as Mightyena pinned her by the tail under its back legs. Rues fists hit the glass without her even thinking about it.

"Get off her! Stop it!" Rues fists hit the glass again banging at it repeatedly, Mightyena looked up at the sound and although it couldn't see Rue through the tinted glass it still smirked raising a paw and placing it on Mays cheek pressing her face into the floor of the arena in an act of sheer degrading and dominance claws sinking into flesh. Rue hit the glass again and a crack began to form.

"That is enough!" Captain barked at her, pulling her away from the glass so she couldn't hit it by the wrist like a parent dragging their child. "You have embarrassed me enough Rue. Cease."

Hot shame prickled in Rues veins threateningly burning at her eyes at Captains words unable to meet their gaze as her arms and fists shook. Captain looked as though they would say more but stopped deciding to leave the weight of their words to eat away at Rue instead.

In the arena May attempted to shove the furred beast off of her struggling and kicking at the flooring beneath her trying to get leverage or summon any strength as she shoved an arm under the Mightyena one hand grabbing it's throat the other arm pressed against it's ribs as she gave a mighty shove to free herself. Before she could even get back up she yelled out in pain as it sank it's teeth into her arm and to her horror they began to shake their head ragging and rattling her like a ragdoll pulling on her arm as they snarled gleefully tongue licking over the bloody arm in its mouth as it yanked. Teeth crushing down cutting through skin muscle nerves, it stopped to adjust its grip to bite down again using it's back teeth to crush bone, it kept pulling and yanking as she continued to scream, intending to rip the whole arm out the socket.

Rue could feel herself shaking, every part of her brain screaming to move to do something to say something to stop this from happening, her eyes locked onto the horrific display below as the Mightyena attacked and ravaged her friend, one of the only other people who was ever really kind to her, who said that they liked her that she was a good friend, even though Rue knew she wasn't the strongest and therefore that couldn't have been right.

'Cease.' Captains voice echoed over and over in her head, 'That's enough," why? It wasn't fair, none of this was fair they didn't do it they weren't being given a fair chance May couldn't fight she was just getting hurt for something she never did, neither of them did, it wasn't right, it wasn't right! How much longer would they let this continue?? How long till they decided she'd suffered enough for a crime she never committed?!

Her whole body was shaking; she felt rooted to the spot in vines and she wanted to break free from them as they metaphorically bound her in place, squeezing her into obeying. Her mind came into focus once again as May let out a different strangled down, Rue watched her eyes go white and a small field of psychic energy form and knock the Mightyena backwards to the other side of the arena. She watched as the other with a trembling exhausted bleeding body stood up and realised quickly what caused that scream, her arm that was reduced to that stupid mutts chew toy was hanging limply from its socket dangling unnaturally in a way that made Rue feel sick.

The psychic throw hadn't been enough to deter the Mightyena, watching in growing horror it simply shook off the toss before in slow motion Rue watched it's claws sink into the flooring to propel and throw itself forward to resume the attack on her friend, if it got her arm again it could do irreversible damage and her superiors clearly weren't calling the battle off, how much more would she have to go through?! It might kill her, if not losing her arm would be an even worse sentence. The mental image burned into her mind of her friend missing her arm, can't carry a tray anymore, can't help with lifting, can't carry equipment, she'd become obsolete, they… Rue didn't even know what they'd do, but she knew she couldn't just stay there.

Invisible vines and roots snapping as Rue flew forward, psychic energy smashing the glass exploding it inwards towards the arena before she hit it and quickly shooting the glass shards towards the Mightyena, impaling the flooring and parts of its body as it snarled at Rue.

"That's enough, you're not hurting her anymore!" Rue found her voice and movement that had hidden from her once more, energy collecting in her palm she threw the dark energy at the snarling mutt. Captain hurried to the broken glass panel looking down into the arena in horror to how this defiance reflected back into them, horror turning quickly to rage as they glowered down at Rue fighting the Mightyena. If it took her other eye it would be deserved, they thought.

Behind them a grunt came up the stairs as Rue ducked and dodged and defended against the Mightyena, not allowing it the chance to continue its assault on her friend. The grunt came and muttered something as Rue's tail slammed into the Mightyena, sending it flying across the arena. It's laughter only caused Rues anger to boil.

"Two mewtwo to defeat in one day, maybe they'll see just how ordinary and unspecial you really are!" It snarled as it lunged forward for Rue energy forming on its fangs and claws before it's body turned red reducing to data back into a pokeball, adrenaline still ran through Rues body as she frantically looked around floating to her friends side as she looked up at the broken glass panel.

"Admin Marigold has confirmed your story, an unregistered Deino was also captured in sector b. You're free to go to medbay then to each of your rooms." Rue felt herself growing hot with anger feeling ready to explode, 'free to go to medbay?! Free to go?! No apology? Did they expect us to go to our rooms injured?!" Had it not been for Mays weak hand grabbing onto Rue for support as she stumbled forward she may have unleashed her temper upon the superior who spoke watching them casually unsympathetic and unapologetic.

Instead Rue could only bow her head, knowing her voice would betray her carefully pulling Mays good arm over her shoulders as she wrapped her arm around her to support her gently covering her body is psychic energy to float them both out the room, managing a whispery "it's okay I've got you," at the whimper her friend made. Would they have even stopped the fight had the grunt not come? When would there be enough blood?

Rues head was swimming as she floated them both to medbay, she didn't even realise tears of frustration and confusion were running down her face until she felt Mays hand awkward reach and brush her cheek from where it was around her shoulders.

"Dont cry, please don't cry Rue im okay," Rue could only stare at her bewildered as despite it all she smiled and tried to reassure her. What if she hadn't been okay? What if it didn't stop..

#My writing #Tw verbal manipulation #Tw emotional manipulation #Tw blood #Tw injury #Captain just be having that manipulative hold over Rue that fucks her up #So like while it's not super obvious like it's the influence over Rue that causes the manipulation #@blues-sues oc #@blues-sues Rue #@blues-sues Captain #Fuck that Mightyena #All my homies hate that Mightyena #Was gonna be a Mightyena beat down but honestly Rues internal struggling and agonising is more interesting lmao #If there's an actual Admin called Marigold it's not the canon one #It's just some other person same name #Marigold felt right for Admin name it vibes

[aquadestinyswriting]

The Hand that Wields

Summary: Meredith has been asked to set up a Stone Spike ritual to help with catching someone who has been stirring up trouble between the humans and dwarves in Toreguarde. A brief chat with Moradin follows when she fails to spot the assassin still lurking on a nearby roof.

Note: First person pov because this was something that was fully roleplayed out at the time. Creative liberties have been taken because this was before we started recording sessions and I don't recall everything that was said or done. This takes place two days after 'Cracking the Anvil'

Words: 2,137

Warnings: major character death, implied blood mention

tags: @druidx, @homesteadchronicles, @warriorbookworm, @mariahwritesstuff, @asher-orion-writes, @blind-the-winds, @freedominique

The chaos of the last couple of days has taken its toll. I’m jumping at every last damn shadow, thinking it's one of those damn Brotherhood idiots who chased me from the temple of Moradin yesterday morning. I’m not entirely happy with Elowyn’s plan to find this Captain Calico person, but it’s the best one we have, and if it’ll get the Brotherhood off the backs of the other dwarves, then all the better. 

It’s a misty morning, and cold too. I’ve not worn my new vestments in yet and they’re just a touch too stiff for my liking. Not to mention I’ve not had my usual morning Bloc yet. Darius is even less awake than I am, moaning about how damn early it is. I just hope he’s compus mentus enough to keep an eye and ear out for trouble while I get this damn Stone Spike ritual started. I freeze as soon as I step just outside the door. The stiff and still bodies of the people who had taken up guard duty around the watchhouse the previous night litter the street. Dead. Every last one. Shot right through the heart. Darius gasps in horror as he comes up behind me,

“What in the…?” he whispers, trailing off with a gulp. I shove the teenaged human back into the door,

“Go on, we need to tell Elo-”

I never get to finish my sentence. I had just finished shoving Darius back inside, turning to follow him, when pain suddenly erupts in my chest. My ears start ringing and spots cloud my vision as I tip forward. So our assassin friend hadn’t left yet. That was a bit silly of me. I barely feel my body hit the cobbles, can’t hear what Darius has yelled over the rushing sound that’s overtaken everything. I try to take a breath to yell something back to him, but I can’t. Darkness seeps in from the edges of what vision I have left. An overwhelming tiredness sets in and I close my eyes, the last thing on my mind being what a pain in the arse getting bloodstains out of linen is.

~*~

I startle awake, suddenly aware that I’m no longer lying on cold, wet cobblestones. I shut my eyes again with a hiss. The light in here is too bright. Slowly, I blink them back open, pushing myself up. I frown as I take a bleary look at my surroundings. The chairs I was lying on are a construction made of some kind of treated wood and metal, neatly welded together into a long row against a wall. There’s a small wooden and glass table sitting about a foot in front of me, littered with some kind of glossy paper booklets. All of them have pictures of unfamiliar places and people on them and words in bright, bold letters stating ‘Yours’ and ‘Hello’ at the top. In a far corner, blinking erratically with some sort of magic, is a machine of some kind. The words ‘Coffee, Tea, Hot Chocolate and Soup’ are emblazoned across it. There are various buttons, a hatch and some strange cups attached to one side. Next to it is a half-constructed bar, wood piled up in another corner and the back of it shrouded in darkness that I can’t see through. Where in all Creation am I?

A warm breeze, bringing with it the smell of hops, iron and forgesmoke, gently wraps around me. I feel myself calm, the reminder of home and its comforts enough to ground me in a place that is so alien to me. I close my eyes to soak it in, then feel the presence of someone else sitting down next to me. The presence is powerful, but warm, inviting, comfortable and oh so familiar. My heart sinks as the realisation of where I am settles into my mind. I huff a weary sigh as I open my eyes and look over to see a familiar dwarven man wearing ornate full plate sitting next to me. He’s smiling at me under a glossy black beard, adorned with plaits and clasps. His eyes are creased as He looks at me, almost fit to burst with a kind of fatherly pride,

“Oh, ma daughter, ye’ve done so well.” He says, “Ye’ve no idea how proud I am that ye made it this far.” I smile up at Him, 

“Thank you, Lord, to hear ye say as much is deeply humbling.” I reply, “My only regret is that I ended up back in yer presence through my own carelessness.” Moradin shakes His head, clasps and other ornaments jangling at the motion,

“I can hardly call not noticing someone who didn’t want to be noticed careless.” He tells me, “Anyroad, that hardly matters. Ye’ve got a load of people in my hall that canna wait to see ye. They’ve been waiting a while.”  I consider His words, my heart lifting a little at the thought that he didn’t blame me for what had happened, but quickly sinking again as I realised that I hadn’t had a chance to say goodbye to my friends. Not to mention the fact that Darkhide was still on the loose and about to create even more havoc. And what about the problems the dwarven people living in Toreguarde were enduring with the Brotherhood? I couldn’t very well leave them to face whatever was coming without doing something about it. I slowly shake my head,

“I’m sorry, Lord, but I think they’ll need to wait a wee bit longer.” I tell Him, “I can’t, in good conscience, leave my friends to sort out everything going on by themselves. Darkhide is still a threat to everyone and everything I love.” Moradin’s expression softens as He lays a hand on my shoulder,

“And that’s why ye’re here in the Waiting Room and not already in my Hall enjoying yer well deserved rest.” He says. I’m not sure, but I think I saw a brief glint of regret in those bottomless eyes. He sighs and leans back in his seat, the wood and metal creaking in protest,

“Yer friends will probably want to get on with a Resurrection once they’ve dealt with the situation that got ye killed, and they remember that they’re in good standing with a priest that will be more than willing to do it for them.” Moradin says, adding on the latter part with a mutter. He returns His attention to me, “Normally this would mean ye’d lose a bit of power in exchange for the ability to return to the world of the livin’.” He strokes his beard, His great brow furrowing slightly, “I am, however, willin’ to return ye with all the power ye’ve gained intact, provided ye do a little something for me in return.” My heart leaps and I’m almost instantly on my knee in front of Him, head bowed,

“Whatever it is, name it.” I tell him. It doesn’t matter to me what my God wants me to do. The mere fact that He’s offering me an opportunity to carry on His work, to return to Elowyn- my friends- and to fix everything that’s gone so wrong is all that matters at this point. I feel the floor beneath me vibrate as He chuckles and the ring of metal on metal as He pats the seat next to him,

“No need fer all that, hen.” He chastises mildly, “I know who I’m dealing with.” I flush under my beard as I get back up and sit back down, looking and listening attentively while Moradin waves a hand in front of him,

“Right, so I’ve had a word with Wee Jas, and She’s agreed that Darkhide is a problem that needs to be dealt with.” Moradin fixes me with a look. It’s somewhere between pride, regret and something else that I can’t quite pinpoint. I keep quiet as He carries on, “Since Darkhide has gone so far, Wee Jas told me to tell you to bring Her his head.” I frown a little,

“Why me though?” I ask, “Or is it a case of the group in general?” Moradin shakes his head,

“No, lass. Wee Jas asked that you, specifically, do the deed if possible.” He says, “As to why it has to be you, She didn’t say. I rather get the feeling She thinks yer friends might not be up to outright killing the man, given the chance.” I look down at my hands. The Ruby Lady wasn’t wrong. Darius is so young that I doubt that he’s experienced severely hurting anyone, never mind killing them. Felix is very soft-hearted and might not be able to finish Darkhide off by himself. Elowyn is too constrained by the laws of her city and the various oaths and vows she’d likely personally take as a paladin of Justice. The only other person in our group that would outright kill Darkhide is Enezeage. But even then, he often looks to Elowyn for guidance and might well hesitate if he thinks that she might know better. While I might be reluctant to kill, there are crimes that cannot go unpunished, and there are people who are just too dangerous to be left alive. Darkhide couldn’t be contained to a cell for long, certainly not long enough to go through a full trial in the courts. My resolve hardened. I already knew Darkhide had to die in order to save Allansia from his dark schemes, having permission to do so from his erstwhile Goddess would at least save me from the headache of arguing with Elowyn about the necessity of doing so. I look up at Moradin and nod,

“I understand.” I say, “Do I need to actually bring his head anywhere or…?” I ask, suddenly aware that due to the nature of the way some Gods deal with the world that I would need some clarification. Moradin bites back a chuckle,

“No, just killing him will be enough for Her. I did ask afore She left.” I relax, one less thing to worry about then. A door creaks open on my left, a fine mist crawling in from the grey, bleak expanse on the other side. Moradin claps his hands on his knees and stands, towering over me,

“On ye go, lass, don’t want to keep yer friends waiting.” He says, gesturing to the door. I hop off my own seat, briefly turn and bow to my God, then dash out the door as fast as my legs will carry me.

~*~

The first thing I’m aware of is muffled voices, then slowly I’m aware of the hard, cold iron on my back and the soft light of glowstones above me. I groan, my head aches, but I squint my eyes open, only to have several faces try to crowd themselves around me. I wince as the relieved shouts and yells of my friends assault my ears,

“Will all of ye, shut it?!” I yelp, trying to not have the everything happening all at once overwhelm me. The faces retreat as Starhammer shoos everyone away,

“Right, you lot, give her some space. Right, welcome back to the world of the livin’ lass.” The old priest says, helping me sit up and shoving a tankard of beer into my hands in the same motion. I blink away the bleariness in my vision and look around at the relived expressions on my friends’ faces. Well, they’re almost all relieved. Enezeage, much like he did when Elowyn was Resurrected by the old kobold priest ages ago, simply snorts, nods and stays a respectable distance away. Darius and Felix are the first to assault me with hugs, one around my shoulders, the other around my waist, both sobbing loudly,

“I’m sorry! I should have gone first!”

“I was so worried you wouldn’t come back!” Starhammer huffs a sigh, drags the two boys off my body and plonks them down next to Enezeage. I finally manage to take a swig of the beer I was handed and look over to Elowyn. Hey eyes are red, but she’s smiling as she comes over and leans on the anvil I’m sitting on. Aurianna leaps off her shoulder and rubs against me, purring madly,

“Glad to know you wanted to come back.” she says, voice a little raw, “Don’t go scaring me- us- like that again.” she adds. I smirk back at her,

“I’ll bear that in mind the next time someone wants to shoot an arrow through my heart.” I retort. I look down at my vestments, ready to moan about how they’re basically brand new and already ruined when there’s a pounding on the front door of the temple. I suppose I’d better finish my beer before the world forces itself back on me again.

#writing #aquadestinyswriting #major character death tw #blood mention tw #fangthanes folly and the anvils fall #meredith gruksdottir #elowyn o'toreguarde #darius wesker #felix parker tinker #enezeage

[pokechampash]

Junpei's Halloween Fright! 🎃💩

Happy Halloween everyone! Enjoy this halloween fic me and my friend worked on:D

It was the night of halloween and Junpei had decided he wanted a night away from his group so he traveled to a far away village he spotted on his map. By the time he got there or was already dark so he quickly set up camp and went to explore the village,it was a small village with many average looking houses. There was a halloween festival going on and lots of the children were already running around trick or treating in there costume, Junpei turned a corner and spotted a festival stand that caught his attention,he quickly made his way over to check the stand out,the stand was being run by a middle aged man who seem to be in his 40s. The man seemed to be old but had a very muscular body and he was wearing a cupid outfit.

“Hey dude, my name is Junpei! What's this booth for?” Junpei asked, looking at the many candies and bottles on the stand.

“Oh hello there you must be new to the village! I'm Gordon and this is my stand,I make special candies for the village people every year at this festival,would you like some?” Gordon said, shaking Junpei’s hands.

“I would but I don't have any money on me, I'm just camping out for the night then leaving in the morning, sorry man” Junpei explained.

“Oh that's alright I usually give most of my candies away for free. Here,I insist you take some!” Gordon said as he quickly whipped up a bag of homemade candy and gave it to Junpei.

“Thanks bro,I owe ya one man!” Junpei said as he walked away with the bag of candy,he started to eat the candy as he continued to explore the festival.

As he looked around the festival, seeing more bizarre people in costumes and more festival game booths, suddenly his stomach didn’t agree with him and started rumbling furiously.

“Hold up, what's going on?” Junpei thought as he had to stop and hunch over to let one rip. “Damn, couldn’t even hold that one in!” Then another booming fart blurted out of his ass. “Phew! That stinks! I’m outside!” He tried walking it off and just kept going. Must have been from the food yesterday he thought, but suddenly, Junpei let out a deep grunt as his guts started quacking again.

A nice big avalanche of shit was making its way to his hole. “Fuck, I need a toilet NOW!” he said and started bolting away as he was clenching his tight ass. While he was running and searching for the nearest can, he let out more farts, they got wetter each time he let one rip, he couldn’t find anywhere to relieve himself! “No no no no! These are my good white pants”. A brown, moist streak started to leak out his crack. The urge of dropping the nuclear bomb was growing by the second. Junpei hurriedly ran towards a corner, he definitely wasn't ready for what happened next!

“BOO” Gordon yelled in a booming voice as he suddenly jumped from the corner wearing a devil costume.

“Ahh shit!” Junpei screamed in shock as he let out a sloppy fart in surprise. Unfortunately the universe decided it hated him and instead of letting out just a fart it slipped out practically like a blast. Instead of a burst of smelly air, it was a burst of pure runny shit splattering all over his underwear and clear white pants that now had a huge brown stain. Junpei was horrified!

“What the hell man!” Junpei shouted in embarrassment as his cheeks turned bright red.

“Hehe sorry man but everyone in this village knows about my halloween pranks. Your new in town and didn't know so I took advantage of the situation” Gordon said, chuckling as he noticed the big brown stain on Junpei’s white pants.

“Oh I guess my candy laxatives kicked in sooner than I thought they would, today definitely wasn't the day for white pants man” Gordon chuckled as Junpei started to get angry.

“You're going to buy me some new pants dude! These were expensive and it's your fault they were ruined!” Junpei shouted at Gordon as he tried to throw a punch at him but Gordon easily dodged it and started running away.

“Sorry but I got more people to prank. The night's still young after all! Have a happy Halloween Junpei!” Gordon said in a mocking tone as he left Junpei in his shitty state. Junpei’s boxers and pants were ruined so for the rest of his stay at the village he was forced to wear his white pants with a shit stain on them with no underwear, what an eventful halloween!

[spoopy-action-at-distance]

A Burnout Update:

I currently have limited modes of operation, which keep fluctuating over time. When I finally acknowledged that I was burned out, I had a single mode: Overwhelmed And Exhausted. Then I progressed to having two separate modes: Gotta Do Something and Crash. After that, I alternated between Sleep and Exhaustion for a while. I've now made my way up to having whopping four separate modes: Sleep, Exhaustion, Boredom, and Ache.

Right now I'm in Ache mode. This may have something to do with yesterday's mode being Boredom, which is, even when I'm doing better, a good predictor for "I'm gonna end up Doing A Thing that will entertain my friends later". I'm not impulsive, exactly - it's more like what that one post that's been going around is about, the one that talks about how disabled people also have the right to sometimes overdo it on purpose for dumb reasons. I might know I'm probably going overboard, but damn I am tired of sitting on my hands, so you get something like what follows.

I left home to go see a candle display in a park after sunset. A friend was supposed to also come, but was too knackered, so I was left to my own devices. This may have also contributed alongside the Boredom. See, as pretty as the candles were, I didn't feel like they had provided quite Sufficient an Experience for me not to be bored any more.

Wracking my brain for something else to do, I remembered that there was a nature path a few kilometres away. It goes around a small lake in the woods and is only about 3 km long, which seemed ideal at the time. I'd last been there some ten years ago so it wouldn't be overly familiar, either. But that also meant that I didn't remember the way very well, and did I mention it was already dark? Because it was dark already. But there might be lights along the paths, you know?

Spoiler: There were no lights.

What there was, instead, was a long dirt road that felt like it was going into Dead End Redneck Cannibal country, and an unexpected but adorable gaggle of city teenagers, who had very clearly come there specifically to play a game called "OoOoOoOoo Spooky Dark Forest, Who's Too Chicken To Go In?" One of them saw my bike's headlight when they were getting out of their car and promptly freaked the fuck out, so they were off to a great start. I couldn't really cast any stones there, though, since I was there for pretty much the exact same reason as they were. We went in different directions, but for a good while I could see their juddering phone lights across the water and hear them yelping and screeching at each other.

As for myself, I stumbled over rocks and tree roots for about an hour. I chose not to use my phone for a light because whenever I turned it on it made it much harder to see anything that wasn't directly illuminated. There was just enough wind to remove the "what was that noise" factor, and there were some low-hanging clouds, which reflected the lights from nearby settlements back down enough to give the scenery a sense of sunset colours faded into black. It let me see just enough that there was only one time I almost walked into a tree. Here's my attempt to photograph the pretty, if dim, lake:

Every now and then I would come across a duckboard, so I knew I was still on the right track. I lost my way just once, when the path forked in the middle of a patch of bare rock and the right path was hard to find in the gloom. The other path led away from the lake, into a large logging clearing.

That was also where I had my single instance of Proper Nerves during the entire adventure, because there was a Big Black Lump in the distance and I thought it might have been a moose. Now, a deer - that would have been mundane. A wolf sighting would have been incredibly cool and rare luck, and a bear would have commanded Respect. But a moose? That's a half-a-tonne antisocial tank on stilts. I backed off fast and left the lump, whatever it was, to its clearing, and fortunately found the right path after a more thorough search.

The highlight of my hike came when I arrived at a sparsely wooded little peninsula made of bedrock scored clean by the last ice age, with an unobstructed view over the lake. Unlike the last time I'd been there, it was furnished with a wooden table covered by a canopy, a grill, and an outdoors toilet. There were several good spots for a tent or a hammock, too. Someone else had recently been there, because the grill still held some glowing embers. I considered trying to heat up water for a cup of tea, but decided against it, because if it got any darker it'd take bloody forever to get back to my bike without accidentally pitching face-first off any surprise inclines. It was a shame, though; the place felt magical and I would've loved to stay longer.

The teens were long gone by the time I got back to the parking lot, so we sadly couldn't congratulate each other on beating ourselves at the Chicken Game.

Now I just gotta figure out how to convince some poor unfortunate soul to let me drag them there after dark, to share the experience with them.

Oh, and because I didn't get a single usable photo on the entire trip, here's me a couple of days earlier, enjoying the spoils of a camping stove - a cup of hot tea - in the middle of a bog.

#spoopy's burnout diary #fuck around and find out: nature version #tumblr show me my goddamn old tags so I can tag appropriately challenge

[notaprofessional17]

Chapter One

Chapter One 

This Doesn’t Feel Right 

I stand outside of my house on the sidewalk. It’s not quite dark, but it’s getting there. The light breeze is moving my dark hair around my face. I pull it up in a ponytail with a small black band. The breeze makes it a little chilly. Then again, I’m wearing a tank top. Now I’m glad I went with jeans instead of shorts. I have on my lucky converse. Well, I don’t think they’re all that lucky, but Jacquelyn swears that they are. They’re bright red, but now there are dark marks stained into the red from wearing them so much. As I’m waiting for Alexis to arrive with everyone, I can’t help thinking that I am graduating from high school in two months. It seems like just yesterday we were all just walking into middle school. 

My group of so-called friends, excluding Jacqie as I call her, have been planning this prank for a few weeks now. Jacquelyn and I have stayed out of the details. I wouldn’t even be a part of this if it wasn’t for the fact that Alexis promised everyone that after the prank was pulled, she was going to make up with Sara. We may not all be as close as we used to be, but we still try not to fight with each other and forgive each other quickly when we do fight. It’s probably the only reason I still have anything to do with Alexis and Roman after the stunt they pulled last year. 

I figured that I should end my last year of high school with the entire group on a good note. As soon as Alexis and Sara make up, I can go back to just being away from them for the most part. I don’t know very much about the details of the prank that I’m supposed to be helping with. Only that Alexis and Evan snicker anytime that I ask them about it. What I do know is that we are tricking Sara to meet us at this little lake area just outside of the main town. It rests a little way into the woods. Alexis said that we are going to hide and then jump out and scare her or something like that. I’m not sure. 

As I pace back and forth on the sidewalk, my phone buzzes in my back pocket. I pull it out and the screen illuminates. Jacquelyn is texting me. As I start reading it, she sends me another. She’s informing me that Alexis is in a mood and also that Roman is with them already. I quickly typed out a thanks for the heads-up message. I added a smiley emoji. She responds almost immediately with a smiley as well, and then tells me that they are coming to get me next. I replied back, telling her that I was already outside waiting for them. 

It’s only a few minutes later that Alexis’ black SUV comes flying down my street. She stops in front of me and Roman rolls the passenger window down. He doesn’t look directly at me, as usual. Alexis leans over him a bit when she speaks to me. 

“Get in! We don’t have all damn night! She’s supposed to show up in an hour and we still have to pick up Evan and Scott. Then get there and get everything ready.” She has a look on her face that just looks mean. The tone of her voice is its usual aggressive self. I can tell what Jacquelyn meant now.  I, wordlessly, step towards the vehicle. 

Just as I approach the vehicle, Jacquelyn rolls down her window and smiles at me. I’m glad that they picked her up first and knowing her she probably arranged it this way because she knew how awkward it would be if it were just the three of us trapped in her oversized SUV. I grin as I slide in beside her. She elbows me and then nods towards Alexis. I can tell that she’s giving me the ‘see what I meant’ look. I nod back at her and then shrug.  

That’s when Jacquelyn finally speaks. 

“So, Alexis was just saying that once we get Evan and Scott and reach the lake that they would fill us in on what they need us to do. Right, Alexis?” We both look towards the front seat. 

“Yeah, I guess. If that’s what I said than that’s what I meant Jacquelyn.” Alexis speeds off down the street. I can tell by the direction we’re going that we are picking up Evan next. Evan’s house is only a few minutes’ drive away from my house. Roman remains quiet for the most part, but he and Alexis mumble back and forth every now and then. I hear Sara’s name once in a while and they laugh. Jacquelyn and I just kind of glanced at each other, confused. 

Once we arrive at Evan’s house, Alexis honks her horn repeatedly and obnoxiously. She’s obviously anxious or excited to get the prank started. After a few minutes, Evan comes lurking down the sidewalk in front of his house. He smirks as he opens the back door. I slide over to the middle to allow him to get in. I fasten my seatbelt as soon as I change seats. I notice Jacqie doing the same. We both know of Alexis’ crazy driving. 

As soon as Evan gets in, he puts his arm around me. I moved away a little. It’s known that Evan has had a thing for me for a while now. And the thing about Evan is that when he wants something he isn’t afraid to show it. He grins wickedly at me. I just kind of lightly smile and mix it with a nod. 

“Hey Anne. You are looking…great tonight, as always, of course.” He rubs my shoulder and I cringe on the inside. It’s weird being hit on by someone who you consider only a friend.  

“Thanks Evan.” It’s all I can manage to get out before he speaks again. 

“Tonight’s going to be crazy. I’m surprised the goody, goody twins signed on for this one.” Before I have time to even say anything, Alexis is speaking. 

“Shut up, Evan. Stop making a big deal out of nothing.” Alexis is now driving again. Evan turns to me and smirks again.  

“You’re looking beautiful tonight as well, Jacquelyn. I almost didn’t recognize you without a lacrosse racquet in your hand or in your knee and elbow pads.” He twirls a strand of Jacqie’s long blonde hair between his fingers. Jacqie, more outspoken than I am, reaches up and grabs his hand. She squeezes it. 

“Keep your hands off of me, Evan. Or I will break your fingers.” She smiles at him and flings his hand away from her. So now he just kind of rests it on my shoulder. He even goes as far as to rub my skin in a circular motion every now and then. I glance over at him, and I almost think he’s doing it subconsciously. He’s looking out the window. 

It took us a little longer than I remembered to get to Scott’s. Maybe Alexis took the long way, I wasn’t really paying attention. I’m practically leaning on Jacqie at this point. It isn’t until we pull up in front of Scott’s that Evan removes his arm from around me. He pushes his door open once we stop. Alexis honks the horn and Scott almost immediately appears in the doorway. He speaks as he’s approaching us. 

“Who let crazy drive? Are you trying to get us killed?” He smiles and laughs as he gets closer. He high-fives Evan and then looks in Roman’s rolled down window. 

“Screw you.” Alexis flips him off. He grins at her. 

“Hey Rome. You mind if I sit up front? The roads leading out to the lake make me car sick and we won’t be scaring anyone if I barf in the car.” Scott looks at Alexis, who is rolling her eyes. Roman opens the door, speaking to him. 

“Nope. It’s all yours. You ready for this?” Roman pulls Scott into a handshake and then pats him on the back. 

“You best believe it. It’s going to get crazy for sure.” Scott, Evan, and Roman all laughs. This is when Scott spots Jacqie and I in the back seat. I speak to him first. 

“Hey, Scott.” I smile at him as he gets into the front seat. 

“Hey stranger. We’ve all been missing you at school lately. We hardly see you.” He glances over his shoulder at me. At this Roman and Evan are piling into the back seat with us. I move as close to Jacqie as I can when I see that Roman is getting in first. Due to the lack of a third row, we have to practically sit on top of each other. Roman exchanges glances with Evan as I answer Scott. 

“Yeah, I’m sorry about that. I’ve just been really busy with last minute projects and getting things in line for college.” He just nods. I can hear Alexis's sigh under her breath. She speeds off towards the edge of town. Once we’re out of the lights of town she rolls all of the windows down and turns the music up loudly.  

The wind blows mine and Jacqie’s hair all over the place. I pull my ponytail around to my left side, so it avoids Roman. Jacquelyn and Evan both have their arms hanging out of the windows. The breeze, although still cool, feels good. There’s almost an electric feel to it. Roman shifts in his seat and his arm is now touching mine. I don’t care enough to move my arm. I’ve pretty much come to terms with what happened. It’s beyond my control now. Scott is on his phone texting. As we reach the tree line Alexis turns down the music momentarily.  

“Okay, I just sent her the text from my texting app. She is getting ready to leave her house.” Scott looks at Alexis. 

“Good. That gives us about thirty minutes to get there and get ready and in place.” Alexis has a grin on her face. I’m slightly frowning as Jacquelyn lightly elbows me to make sure I’m okay. I gave her a nod. Evan leans forward and speaks to Scott and Alexis. 

“So, does she still think she’s meeting good ol’ Thomas out here for a ‘talk?’” He is also smirking. As they talk, my stomach begins to churn. Scott finally answers him. 

“Yes. It’s funny how easily she believed the changed number story.” Scott sends another text message. I can’t see what it says. 

“Did you bring the stuff?” Roman is also leaning forward now. I intervene before anyone can answer. 

“What stuff? No one has told Jacqie and I anything about what is going down.” I speak loud enough for them all to hear me, but it’s Alexis who answers. 

“You will find out soon enough, Jesus Anne.” Alexis once again has that aggressive tone. Jacquelyn opens her mouth to snap back at her, but I give her a look that says, ‘It’s not worth it.’ She understands and sits back in the seat. The four of them continue talking and Jacquelyn chimes in every now and then about not thinking this is a good idea after all. I’ve just kind of spaced out. I’m watching the trees zoom by us as we drive deeper into the woods. 

It isn’t long before there is nothing lighting our way except our headlights. This is when Alexis turns the music back up. I would say it hurts my ears, but most of us are used to it when riding with Alexis. Every time I catch a glimpse of her, she has a smile plastered on her face. She looks evil. I’m really not feeling this idea now. I glance over at Jacquelyn every few seconds to try and catch her eye, but she is content with looking out the window and into the night.  

As we turn down the last little road before it opens up into a wide spot by the lake, Roman looks at me and then turns away. Evan catches this and speaks to me. 

“You know, Anne, I’m really glad you decided to come with us. It just wouldn’t be the same without you or Jacquelyn. The prank just couldn’t be done without you guys here.” He flashes his perfectly white teeth at me. What he’s just said makes me uncomfortable. He continues to stare at me, waiting for me to respond. When I finely do, I speak firmly. 

“I only agreed to this to see that Alexis really does make up with Sara. Honestly, a mature adult would just forgive her without this stupid prank.” This just makes him grin even more, as if I’ve said something funny. Roman gives Evan a look and then elbows him. Jacquelyn is now looking towards us, and I whisper to her. 

“This is a bad idea. We shouldn’t have come with them. They’re going to really, really scare her. I don’t like this.” She quickly shoots a look at Evan and Roman to see if they’re looking before she responds. 

“I don’t like this either. We should have just stayed home and had them update us tomorrow. And what did he mean when he said that they needed us here or whatever?” Jacquelyn is just as nervous as I am, but she is better at hiding it. 

“I don’t know. This was just a really bad idea. Maybe we should text Sara and tell her what’s up?” As I say this, Alexis is pulling into the wide spot. It’s curious to me when she parks somewhere where the car is hidden. 

“No, let’s just get this over with. Plus, Alexis would kill us. Literally.” Jacquelyn touches my arm comfortingly as she speaks. I take a deep breath and hold it a while before I exhale and nod. 

Alexis is the first to open her door, and then the rest of us pile out after her. Jacquelyn and I stand off to the side of the vehicle. Evan is closest to us. Alexis, Scott, and Roman stand near the trunk of the SUV. Alexis turns and faces us. 

“Okay. This is the plan. Sara is going to pull up. Park. We’ll be hiding throughout the trees around the area, waiting. Once she stops and gets out, that’s when we jump out. I say we chase her around the car a bit and then we’ll tell her who we are.” Alexis looks at the guys with a knowing look on her face. That’s when Scott looks at us. 

“Okay, she should be here in a couple of minutes. I say we head out and get in position. Why don’t you and Jacqie hide together over in that area.” He motions behind us. I turn around and look out in the direction. It’s pitch black. 

“Okay. Sure, but it’s so dark I can’t see two feet in front of my face.” Alexis is getting impatient for some reason. Roman speaks this time. 

“Use your cell phones as lights. We didn’t bring any. We just need to hurry before she gets here.” He looks at me. A look I haven’t seen in a long time. He looks worried. I just nod and turn around, but Jacquelyn speaks again. 

“And you’re sure this is just for fun?” Jacquelyn has a hand on her hip as she questions them, looking dead at Alexis. Alexis finally breaks her silence. 

“Yes. Yes. Yes. I promise. It’s just for fun. Now would you two go before she gets here already?” Jacquelyn groans loudly and turns to catch up to me. Evan calls out to us. 

“Just watch for the headlights. That’s how you’ll know she’s here.” Duh, Evan. Really? I have to stop myself from saying it out loud. When Jacquelyn catches up to me, she locks her right arm into my left arm. She shines the light from her phone, and mixed with mine we can see a couple a feet in front of us as we walk. Once we reach a spot we think is well enough hidden and far enough away from the group, we stop. 

It is very quiet. In the distance I saw the dome light in Alexis’ car come on. It looks like someone is opening the trunk of the SUV, but I can’t be sure. Jacquelyn speaks first. 

“What the hell are they doing over there? They were so concerned with her catching us and now they have the freaking lights on.” She’s right. What are they doing?  

“I don’t know. Maybe someone left their phone in the car or something?” I strain my eyes to see. 

“It looks like they opened the back hatch. No one was sitting back there.” Once again, she’s right. What the hell are they doing? 

Within a few seconds the light slowly dims until it goes out. Once again, it’s completely quiet. I don’t like it. I feel very uneasy out here. I make sure I keep Jacqie’s arm tightly wrapped in mine. I’m sure that she can hear my heartbeat. We both remain quiet the next few minutes while waiting for the headlights. 

Only a few minutes later, we both spot the headlights coming down the road. It’s Sara’s car. I can tell as it drives by. We’re a little too far away from the edge of the tree line to just pop out so we very, very carefully start making our way to the edge. I see her park her car near the water. It looks like she’s on a cell phone or something. A few seconds later her door opens, and my heart starts pounding even faster. I feel as though it may beat right out of my chest.  

She’s looking directly in the direction of where Alexis parked the vehicle. Can she see it? Had they told her that it was Thomas’ car? She starts walking slowly over in the direction of the car. Jacquelyn and I are right at the edge of the trees. We wait for Alexis and the rest to pop out first. It’s quiet for the longest time. That’s when things start happening that I wasn’t let in on. 

The headlights from the SUV come on suddenly. They’re on high beams. Sara raises her hand to try and see through the light. She’s stopped walking. Jacquelyn and I have now stepped out of the trees and stand just beyond the edge. Watching. Someone steps out from around the side of the vehicle. I can barely make out the figure, but it looks like they have on some sort of mask. It’s white. Sara starts backing away slowly. 

This is when I see the person raise what looks like an axe, revealing it to Sara. This was not part of the plan. I feel some anger bubbling inside of me. Alexis is about to take this too far. I start walking forward without even noticing. The person with the axe starts walking towards Sara, then they start moving faster. Sara is a good distance away from her car at this point. Sara lets out a shriek and starts running towards her car.  

Out of nowhere someone steps around me, I’m almost to her car now. It’s someone else in black and with a white mask on. As they push past me, I look down and notice that they too have an axe. They are moving faster than me. Sara sees the new person before she even spots me. The first person who started out by Alexis’ SUV threw their hatchet to the ground and the opposite end of the blade was stuck in the ground. They just stand there and watch. I’m sure now that one is Alexis. 

Sara turns from whoever had just ran past me and is moving towards the other one. She veers right towards the woods. That’s when person number three runs at her. She turns quickly. There’s nowhere for her to run now except towards the water. There stands person number four. I have had enough at this point. Jacquelyn has now made it to my side, and we both stand by Sara’s car. 

As I begin to call out to her, she’s noticed that Alexis doesn’t have her axe in hand and decides to try and flee past her to the woods. 

“Sara!” As I scream to her, the person who was by the woods is running at her. He makes contact with her arm, but he trips and falls to the ground beside her. The force of his contact spins her around, but she regains her balance. Alexis comes out of nowhere and grabs her hair, pulling her backwards. Jacquelyn and I are now running full speed at them. I fully intend on tackling Alexis to the ground and I know that Jacquelyn will back me up. 

Now Sara is struggling against Alexis. They fight and just as I am about to slam into Alexis, she shoves Sara down. As soon as she falls I realize what has just happened. There’s a slight squishing and crunching sound. The axe cuts through her like butter. It’s protruding out of the front of her chest a little. She screams and begins coughing up blood. Alexis just stands there. She pulls off her mask. 

Sara rolls over on her side and is grabbing for the axe frantically. She grabs it and yanks it out of her back. Blood pours out everywhere. I get on my knees beside her and yank the light jacket I had tied around my waist off. I make it into a ball and force her on her back. Her eyes are wide open and blood is just pouring out of her mouth and chest. I force the jacket down over the wound on her chest. Jacquelyn is on her other side, on her knees as well. Jacquelyn looks to me as Sara goes unconscious.  

“Jacqie, please tell me you remember the CPR lessons!” I practically scream at her. She automatically begins giving Sara chest compressions. I don’t know if we’re doing the right thing or not, but I have to try. I look up and see that everyone now stands around us, masks off.  

“Somebody do something! Call someone! She’s going to die!” I have tears running down my face now, and I’m sure Jacquelyn does too. I know they can hear me, but everyone is just staring at us and Sara. No one is moving, talking, or helping. So, I just continue to hold the jacket over her wound and pray. I pray that if God lets her live that I will never do anything like this again. I’ll better myself. I’ll get the education I need to help people. This is when Alexis finally speaks. 

“Guys… She’s dead.” Alexis looks from us to the boys. 

“Don’t say that. Don’t you say that!” I feel the words leaving my mouth, but I don’t really comprehend anything at this point. 

“Anne, she is dead. Look at her! She’s dead!” Alexis is right. I don’t want to believe it, but she’s right. Sara has already turned a different color. I’m guessing it’s from all the blood she’s lost. Evan speaks just as I am standing up. 

“What do we do? What are we going to do?!” Evan looks from me to Alexis, and then down to Sara. Roman turns around quickly and vomits behind where he stands.  

“We have to call the police. We tell them it was an accident.” I wipe the blood on my hands on my jeans. 

“She’s right. We need to call the police.” Jacqie speaks in a low tone. Alexis just looks at Sara’s body. After a minute she speaks again. 

“Wait. Let’s just hold on a minute. If we do this, we’ll go to jail. The rest of our lives will be just thrown in the trash for sure.” I cannot believe the words that are coming out of her mouth. 

“And if we do than we deserve it. We killed someone, Alexis! Do you not realize that?!” I can feel myself yelling, but it doesn’t seem as loud to me. Evan speaks again. 

“She’s right Anne. I don’t want to spend the rest of my life in jail.” Alexis speaks again. 

“Let’s just… Let’s bury the body and then we’ll say we haven’t seen or spoken to her outside of school since she slept with Thomas. We’ll just bury her and the axes. No one comes out here anymore. They’ll never find her body.” Alexis looks crazy as she talks. She looks to Scott. 

“Scott, you can kiss that basketball scholarship goodbye. Jacquelyn, no Paris for you this summer. I know you’ve been saving up for that trip for a year so you could go see your grandmother. Roman, no medical school for you. You could go on to save thousands of people after this, but not if you’re in jail. Anne, what about you? How disappointed will your family be if their little girl was in jail. And what about college? I know how hard you’ve worked to save every single penny because your family can’t afford to pay for it. Are we really just going to throw our lives away? I feel like Sara wouldn’t want us to.” I look around at all of them in shock that they are actually considering it. Scott speaks next. 

“Anne, come on. We have to do this. I can’t go to jail. I’ve worked so hard to get this scholarship.” Scott is begging me. I look at Alexis who isn’t smiling, but I feel like she’s pleased with herself. 

“Anne, you have to help us.” Alexis’ tone is aggressive again. 

“Have you guys lost your fucking minds?” I don’t yell this time, but I feel as though I may vomit too. Alexis speaks again. 

“No, Anne. We’re protecting each other. Just like we always have.” 

“You’re crazy. I’m going to call for help.” Alexis holds up her keys. 

“There’s no service here, and I’m not letting you take my car.” Alexis grins. Pleased with herself. 

“I’ll walk then.” I turn and it isn’t long after that, that someone forcefully grabs me. It’s Scott, and Evan is close behind him. 

“I can’t let you do that Anne!” I struggle against him and then elbow him in the face. Once he turns me loose, I turn to face him. 

“Let her go. She’ll have to walk for miles before she gets service.” I just keep going. I walk and walk, but there’s no service to be had. I begin making my way back. Once I reach the spot where we all stood, I only find Jacquelyn and Alexis.  

“Where are the guys?” I look down at Jacquelyn who is still in the same spot on her knees. Alexis answers me. 

“They’re taking care of the body and the axes.” I feel sick again. I go over to Jacquelyn and help her up. That’s when Alexis says the magical words that trapped me into helping them cover this up. And I’ll regret it for the rest of my existence. 

“Don’t worry Anne. I had them bury her with your bloody sweatshirt.” 

#booklr #books #bookworm #literature #reading

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WHA Epilouge

The next day, at breakfast So, your saying that if Mr Aizawa erased your quirk, Pino wouldn't disappear”Asui asked Rody as they sat with him Its true, she’s and Emitter like Dark Shadow, but since she’s has her own separate body, she won’t go away even when Im asleep”Rody explained All that would happen is that my abilities to feel Rody emotions would disappear and wouldn't be able to track him”Pino answered Well you still made huge difference in the end, you cute little World hero”Tokage said while tickling Pino Ashido soon came by the table Hey Rody, how you feeling this morning”Ashido asked Im good”Rody said blankly You wanna try my omelet, I made it myself”Ashido offered No, im good with my cereal”Rody said before taking a bite But its really good, Im sure you’d love it”Ashido persisted I don’t want it”Rody refused again, getting irritated Come one just one bi..”Ashido was cut off DAMN IT ASHIDO, HE SAID NO, SO JUST DROP IT, WILL YOU”Todoroki snapped, surprising everyone I was jus…”Ashido was cut off HE just wants to enjoy his breakfast, and here you are showing up with an omelet he doesn't want, just leave him alone”Todoroki demanded I was trying to do something nice, to make up”Ashido argued I think you’ve done enough since yesterday, go away before end up in jail”Todoroki yelled This broke Ashido’s heart, to hear someone she called friend lash out at her Fine, see If I help you out in the future”Ashido yelled as she dropped the Omelette and ran away crying All the students looked in shock (expect Bakugo who didn't care), then turned to Todoroki, not with Anger, but with confusion Shoto, why did you say that”Yaoyorozu asked confused Because she never listens, Rody said no multiple times, and yet she kept on persisting, I didn't want Rody to get mad and start another fight, so I decided to put an end to it myself”Todoroki explained By snapping at her and making her cry, that's a little harsh man”Kirishima claimed Although I do get Todoroki’s concerns, Ashido was the one who brought back the fight yesterday after Uraraka’s upburst, its only natural Todoroki be protective over Body after what happened”Tokoyami stated I get that, but he didn't have to be so harsh, Midoriya wouldn't have handled it like that”Ojiro argued He would’ve tried to ask Mina to stop in calm fashion”Hado claimed He wouldn't like what you did Todoroki, even If it was for Rody”Amajiki added That's why we're not gonna tell him”Todoroki said What”They others said confused He’s done so much for everyone so far, and has been dealing with lot of new adversities, between, the frame up, and his possible battle against Shigaraki, last night, was possibly a lot strainful, having Rody berated and almost killed, and Uraraka and other losing their licenses, so I'm not gonna create more stress for him”Todoroki explained It that why you keeping an eye on me today”Rody asked If Midoriya sees you in trouble, he’ll try to resolve it, creating more of a burden then he already has, so to make sure nothing else happens, I’ll make sure no one cause you any problems”Todorki explained I can understand what Todoroki is saying, I don’t want Midoriya to undergo anymore stress, he been through too much, and last night was last thing he needed, so let not bother him with this”Iida suggested I agree, we’ll resolve this ourselves”Yaoyorozu added with others agreeing Good, that's all i wanted”Todoroki said before eating his cereal But still, I think maybe you were a little harsh on Mina, I get your trying to look out for me, but it was just an omelet, don’t ruin your friendship for me or Deku’s sake, make up with her”Rody said It was a bti mean”Pino added Okay, your right, I should’nt have overreacted like that, Ill apologize to her later”Todoroki promised Don’t, she deserved it”Bakugo argued only to glared at Mind your own business”Jiro yelled Btw, where is Midoriya”Kirishima asked He went to see All Might about something important, but has anyone seen Uraraka anywhere”Iida asked She said she wanted to be alone today, she seemed really sad”Hado said Well id be sad too If I had to take on Rabbit Hero Mirko to my licence back”Utsushimi claimed I don’t think its that, I think She still feel guilty about, the you know what that happened last night”Togata said Im feel bad for them too, but she blew her chance to stop,and know they have to face the consequences”Amajiki said Yeah, but after she saw what happened to Rody,and when he almost died for, it adds to guilt of what she said and almost did to him”Iida said (Sigh) Why did i have to make that threat”Rody asked ashamed Rody, its not your fault, you were angry and they were not helping, sure it was wrong, but there are other ways we handle things without violence, Urarala knows that know,and she and the others must remember that when they face Mirko”Todoroki assured Well for their sake, they better get their heads out of the cloud and focus on what needs to be done, were gonna need their help with the upcoming battle”Yaoyorozu said Later in the hall What do you mean you don’t wanna hang out with me”Yoarashi asked Shindo and his classmates Like I said, I don’t wanna hang out with Bully like you, not after what you did to Rody last night”Shindo said annoyed But I apologized, and repented, isn't that enough”Yaorashi argued No, because it was even lower then when you gave up UA because Todoroki was Rude to you, or when you two started fighting and almost got me killed and yet Deku still saved me even though he didn't need to, you remember that”Shindo yelled

yeah”Yoarashi said sadly We were all enemies in the first round, yet he still saved me in the second, because he knew we need to work together and have each others back to stop Gang Orca and save the people, it was no different then what he did for Rody, even if he did get shot”Shindo recalled You should’ve been protecting Rody last night, not attacking him”Nakagame claimed Sheesh, it wasn't enough you had to wait 3 months to get certified, know you got get it back in a week because your immaturity”Makabe said I know, Shishikura feels the same way too, thats why he’s busy training right know, in order to beat Mirko”Yoarashi explained Then you do the same, otherwise, that Rabbits gonna kill you”Shindo said annoyed as they left You wanna live the life of hero, then learn to grow up”Nakagame added I messed up again”Yaorashi said sadly as he left In a Library Come on Shoji, Train with me, I need help if im gonna take on Mirko”Hagakure begged This is your mess, Mr Aizawa told us not to help you, so im sorry but your on your own”Shoji apologize while flipping through a Manga That not fair”Hagakure yelled Be Quiet, were in a Library”Intelli scolded If anything, you didn't have to attack Rody last night, you got yourself into this mess, so you’ll need to get yourself out, don’t always rely on other to clean up your mistake’s”Shoji said Oh, Why did I have to take revenge for”Hagakure thought sadly In the Gym Come one, I only see you doing 700 push ups, you need to do 1400 if you ever gonna catch Mirko, know go before i make you go it again”Tiger ordered as Kaminari, Sero, Mineta,Tetsutetsu,Monoma, and Pony were doing push ups My chest burns, please can’t we wait til we get back to UA”Monoma begged No, because we get back to Japan, you 6 plus the other 5, will be going straight to our campgrounds, thier you’ll spend a whole trying to cath the rabbits, remember whats at stake, you lose, everyone is let down, Know move it”Tiger yelled Thats the last time, I ever stand up for Midoriya”Mineta said in pain Jerk”Sero and Kaminari said annoyed Thats not what I meant”Mineta yelled Well this is the last time i ever threaten someone like Rody, god, now i know how Bakugo feels”Tetsutetsu cried out Some Vacation this turned out to be”Pony cried Less talking, more pushing”Tiger yelled On the Deck And then Todoroki got mad and said mean things”Ashido told Uraraka while wiping her tears Wow, I didn't Think Todoroki could be so harsh towards, then again, he was defending Rody so, what could you expect”Uraraka claimed I know, but i didn't do anything wrong, all I was trying to do is give him a nice breakfast, and then Todoroki snapped”Ashido explained That maybe true, however, try looking at it by Rody’s position, he was probably still feeling resentful by your actions, and the omelet, while a nice gesture was just not gonna make up for what you did”Best Jeanist said while fishing I guess, and he did refuse at first”Ashido explained And what did you do after that”Uraraka asked I kept trying to get him to take it, and he started to get irritated as refused I thinks the problem, despite being a nice gesture, you were being a little insensitive too, you didn't respect his denial, and you persistence was getting under his skin, Shoto sense the Tension, and came to Rody’s defence in order to prevent a worse case scenario”Jeanist claimed

[kythed]

“pillow talk” - a collection of conversations between you and matsukawa issei.

1. october 23rd, 1:03am.

“that was fun.” matsukawa props himself up on one elbow, lower half still covered by a disarray of blue dorm sheets.

you’re sitting on the edge of the bed, pulling your t-shirt back on, but you turn to look at him, smiling slightly. “fun?” 

“great. excellent. out of this world amazing,” he says teasingly. there’s a glint in his eye and a flush in his cheeks. 

“that’s what I thought.” you make to stand up, but matsukawa grabs your wrist before you can move another muscle. 

“you can stay,” he says, face strangely hopeful and childlike (a sharp contrast to the night’s earlier… activities). “if you want, I mean.” 

your body aches to climb back under the covers with him, to press yourself against his hot skin and let yourself fall asleep in his embrace… but what you have with matsukawa is new and fragile, and you refuse to close your fist on something delicate and shatter it in the process. 

“maybe next time. I have class in the morning.” advanced calculus, to be specific. hell on earth, to be even more specific. 

“will there be a next time?” there it is again. that hope. 

“if you’ll have me,” you say, rising from the mattress.

“I’ll do more than have you.” he grins, cocking his head. “I’ll take you.” 

and there it is — matsukawa issei, ladies and gents. you smile to yourself as you slip out of his room, committing the feel of his hands gripping your hips and his lips on yours to memory. 

2. october 27th, 4:36pm. 

you stay this time. it’s a weeknight, and there’s class in the morning again, but the bed is warm and matsukawa’s arm fits like it was made for you. he’s nervous, you can tell, what with the way his fingers shake slightly as they brush the hair from your eyes — but that’s okay. it’s endearing. cute, even. 

“hey,” he says, voice low and throaty. 

“hi,” you respond, turning your face to look at him, his sharp, angular face shaded even more dramatic by moonlight. he really is a little too pretty for his own good, you decide, running a light hand down his torso. his mouth twitches when your fingers skim over his waistband and back up again. 

“tease,” he sighs, and you laugh. 

“it’s what I’m best at,” you say. 

“among other things,” matsukawa concedes, grinning. you gasp and hit him lightly on the chest.

“you’re so dirty minded!” you scold, and he scoffs. 

“I’m the dirty minded one? listen sweetheart, twenty minutes ago you were —” 

you shut him up with a swift kiss on the lips, swallowing his indignant words as he chuckles somewhere in the back of his throat and pulls you on top of him. you slide your fingers into his mess of dark hair and smile into the kiss until he finally breaks away and begins dusting smaller kisses along your jaw and collarbone. 

“you know,” you breathe, trying to avoid gasping when matsukawa presses his mouth to that soft spot right below your neck, “you’re acting awfully boyfriend today, issei. you’d better be careful before I up and decide to make you mine.”

“maybe that’s what I want you do to,” he says without looking at you. 

you start in surprise, a small smile creeping onto your lips. “oh, really?” 

matsukawa unattaches himself from your neck and takes your face in his hands, staring up at you with a grin. “really.” 

“okay,” you say, and in response he squishes your cheeks and laughs. you roll your eyes and tug on his wrists until he lets go. “okay, boyfriend.”

“okay, girlfriend.” 

you’d never anticipated a relationship to fall into place so easily. but then again, with matsukawa, everything — everything from his sweet talk to his skin to his stupid pickup lines — is pretty damn smooth.

3. january 1st, 11:24pm.

“you have a nice nose,” he says, running a finger down its bridge. golden afternoon light slices through the gaps in his shutters, casting odd stripes across his face.

“I hate my nose.” you bite back a sheepish smile. “it’s weird.”

“no, it’s cute,” he insists, and despite yourself, your heart swells. maybe it’s silly, maybe it’s shallow, but nothing really beats having someone refute your insecurities, however insignificant they may be. “I’m the one with a weird nose.”

you sit straight up, nearly knocking him back. “you do not have a weird nose. I love your nose!” 

“I love your face.” matsukawa gently pulls you back down, gathering you into his chest so he can rest his chin on your shoulder. 

“well, it is a pretty nice face,” you say, and he huffs.

“you were supposed to say you love my face, too,” he whines in a small voice. you almost giggle at the thought of this six foot two giant baby-talking to you.

“I thought that was self-explanatory,” you say. “I like everything about you.”

matsukawa shoots you a dramatic glare, furrowing his brows. “yesterday you said you didn’t like my t-shirt.”

“it was a rick and morty t-shirt! I was morally obligated to disparage your fashion taste in that moment,” you say piously. 

“so you don’t like everything about me,” matsukawa sighs, pretending to wipe a tear from his eye. “my girlfriend is a liar.” 

“I like everything about you except for the fact that you like rick and morty,” you correct yourself. 

“I like everything about you except for the fact that you don’t like rick and morty,” matsukawa shoots back, and you let out an ugly guffaw. 

“alright, then. agree to disagree?”

before answering, he leans forward to give you a brief kiss that you return, enjoying the faint taste of spearmint on his lips. “you’ll come around eventually.” 

“I really won’t.”

“you will.”

“I won’t.”

“you won’t.”

“I will,” you say, and then — “wait, no. damn it, issei, I can’t believe that worked on me.”

“gotcha!” 

4. march 20th, 3:16am. 

“dude,” matsukawa says. “we should go out for ramen.”

“did you just call me dude?” you raise an incredulous eyebrow. 

“sorry,” he says, sitting upright and pulling on a shirt. “I meant babe. can we get ramen?”

���it’s 3am,” you say, catching the shirt he tosses to you and putting it on. “is there any place nearby that’s still open at this hour?” 

matsukawa whisks you out of bed, bridal style, and spins you around, ignoring your protestations as you attempt to scold him between giggles. when he finally sets you down you’re dizzy, clinging to him for balance. “obviously you don’t understand the ramen business. when the craving hits, it hits, and these guys know that. that’s why there’s a 24 hour ramen-ya near every college campus in the country.” 

“then,” you say, blinking hard as the room comes back into focus. “I say we go eat.” 

“let zem eat ramen?” matsukawa says in a phony french accent. you want to roll your eyes but you can’t quite bring yourself to do so. he’s too damn charming about it. 

“let zem eat ramen,” you repeat, and he laughs, rumpling your hair before grabbing his keys off the bedside table. 

“you’re adorable.”

“I’m a legal adult,” you sigh. “why do you insist on calling me cute? I’m sexy.”

“you’re cute and sexy,” he agrees, opening the door for you. “the two are not mutually exclusive.” 

“fancy words.”

“I’m just trying to impress you,” he says with an obnoxious wink. 

5. april 4th, 1:58am. 

“do you think there’s life in space?” 

you’re lying side by side next to matsukawa, both staring up at his dorm room ceiling, where a handful of plastic stars glow in the dark. 

he snickers. “you mean, like, martians? little green men with antennae?”

“sure,” you say, ignoring his jab. “or maybe enormous space whales swimming somewhere deep in the cosmos. galactic empires of cyborgs and robot servants. train stations that take you from star to star.” 

“that reminds me,” he says. you feel him slip his fingers into your hand. “we should watch star wars together sometime.” 

“you avoided the question,” you complain, and he laughs. 

“sorry,” he says. “I’ve never given much thought to huge space whales or interplanetary train stations.”

“you’ve never wondered might be out there? never wanted to fly to the moon and see what there is to see?” the thought is alien (pun intended) to you. how could anyone look into the star speckled sky and see anything other than a mass of worlds waiting to be explored? 

“I don’t need to. kinda have everything I could ever want here on earth already.” matsukawa shrugs, flashing you a grin. “good friends. perfect girlfriend. a really excellent ramen shop down the street.” 

“and that’s all you need?”

“that’s all I need,” he agrees, and you stay silent, scooting closer to press yourself into matsukawa’s larger frame. maybe he has a point. you count over your blessings in your head: good friends, perfect boyfriend, a really excellent ramen shop down the street. even space whales can’t really compare, you decide, sneaking a glance at issei only to find he’s already looking down at you with a soft smile. 

and maybe that’s enough. maybe it’s enough to have someone who loves you and your flaws, someone who lets you borrow his dumb graphic tees and never lets you pay for your own dinner. maybe what you have here with matsukawa issei, feet on the ground and hands intertwined, is enough.

#because i've recently been obsessed with One (1) mr. matsukawa issei #i'm pretty sure i used the i'll take you line before but you know what #screw it #it's smooth and i'll use it however many times i want #haikyuu #matsukawa #matsukawa issei #matsukawa x reader #matsukawa issei x reader #matsukawa headcanons #hqcorenet

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slow dancing in the night

→ Pairing. Taehyung x reader

→ Genre. established relationship, fluff, slice of life, model!taehyung, model!reader, taehyung missed you a lot, he is starving (his words not mine), gets a bit hot by the last 40 lines, mentions of oral (f) so I guess this counts as mature content, implied smut, making out (kinda), there is a bit of swearing

→ Summary. what could possibly be better than coming home after a long day of work to someone you love and missed a lot ?

→ Word count. 3.2k (!!!)

→ because I wrote this over a year ago when I still didn't know what I was doing with my writing, I had to go through a deep process of editing and re-writing before posting it. This might not be my best work but it's still a fic that I really really like :,)

→ song rec. slow dancing in the dark, Joji// still with you, Jungkook

Fridays have always been exhausting days for both you and your boyfriend, especially on runways weeks. As models, you were put under a lot of pressure.

Pressure to be perfect, to smile but never smile too much, to look good, to not fall on stage.

Falling has to be the most tragic thing that can happen to your carreer as a model, the hungry stares of thousands of photographers and reporters ready to share the latest news to the press.

Yeah, it was exhausting.

This week was no exception... or maybe it was since, this time, you were the only one working until late.

It’s four in the morning and you’re already on your way out - kind of running late, oBviOusLy - quietly wishing your boyfriend a good day.

He is not working today.

That lucky bastard.

He gets to enjoy his free day in bed, lazing around, while you work your ass off all day. He mumbles something that you assume is a sort of goodbye. He is still asleep.

You look at him one last time before leaving the room and smile. He looks so peaceful.

You still remember the day you met, by pure luck even though you both call that fate. That was 5 years ago, when you just debuted your career as a model and were not that comfortable around high heels.

Okay no. Let’s be real.

You hated wearing them because you couldn’t walk in heels higher than 5 cm.

It’s still a wonder how you managed to make it in the first place.

Were you wearing flat shoes for the audition ? Damn you really must’ve done an impression on the judges if they made you pass without the heels try-on.

Your first day at the agency was chaotic to say the least. Your manager made you walk around the building, to visit she said. She made you wear heels. HEELS. That devilish person.

But, thank to that, you got to meet Taehyung. Your eyes landed on him as you were visiting the lounge and couldn’t tear them away from his figure. The poor man had to witness you fall down because you weren’t watching your steps anymore.

I mean.

Who could blame you ??

That was Kim frEaking Taehyung

!!!

He even came to help you get back on your feet and asked if you were alright, kind of amused.

It’s not everyday you see someone falling down in here, let alone a newbie

Let’s be honest, you were so embarrassed.

First day of work and you’re already failing falling.

That night when you came home, you spent the night wearing heels and prayed really hard you’d never have to face him again. After all, the building was big enough and there were enough workers that you could avoid Taehyung easily

If only

The NeXt day, you were told that you had a couple shooting, with none other that Kim Taehyung.

GreaT

He would occasionally tease you about your fall and check on you to see if everything was alright. He watched you carefully as you were walking around with heels.

From up close he looked even more handsome.... :)

After this day, you started talking with Taehyung more and more. He introduced you to everyone around the agency. You met outside of work, got to know each other. You both became regally good friends but there was something lingering in the air, in the way you’d look at each other or stood so close to him after a couple glasses of wine that you could breathe his air.

So what was bound to happen happened and you went from friends a to lovers without really noticing it.

He was still your best friend...somehow

Eventually, you took things to the next level and moved in together... maybe a half and a year ago or so ? You’ve never been happier in your life

And, well, you’d actually be happier if you could spend the day with boyfriend instead of running around trying to find god knows which accessories you need for the rehearsal.

8 in the morning is noT a time to be doing cardio.

Especially while wearing heels

Become a model they said, it’ll be fun they said

“Y/n! Come here please I need you to try on this dress before you go!” Your personal stylist calls “I made sure to fix it yesterday so it’d be a perfect fit for the show”

You stop your tracks and go to her “make this quick i have to go get changed before 9 otherwise I’m screwed. Why did they even decide to do the rehearsals so early today ?” You sigh, frustrated, and put on the dress she’s handing you “thank you”

“Okayyy...it looks great. Gold looks amazing on you.” She smoothes the dress and gives an approving nod, visibly satisfied ; “You’ll look perfect for the Grand Finale. Oh god it’s already 8:30 you better go before Mr.Kim throws a fit because you’re late”

You both giggle ; “thank you for fixing the dress Naeun, see you later today. Well, probably tonight. Byeeee”

The rehearsal seems to never end. You’re squeezed in dozens of different outfits, gorgeous for sure but sO tight. Mr. Kim, the one who organised the runway, is such a perfectionist that you have to re-do some things multiple times before he’s satisfied. One time the lighting isn’t right, the other the models are walking too fast, not on beat and so on.

Everyone hates him for that but he always makes the best shows so you just follow.

After multiple tries, the rehearsal finally comes to an end. It’s already 4PM. You barely get time to breathe and go pee before you’re back into the ‘running-around-to-find-my-dress-and-fix-my-makeup-oh-god-i-gotta-be-on-stage’ crazy mess.

Walking on the runway feels amazing, running backstage is terrible.

It’s so hot and small back there you can hardly move around well.

It takes 2 hours for the whole fashion show to be over, one more for pictures outside the catwalk and chat with reporters. Since you’re kind of a famous model now, you get invited to the afterparty and spend few extra hours interacting with some celebrities that attended the show. Other models were invited and you’re happy to see familiar faces amongst them. Jimin, an old colleague and friend of yours, comes your way and compliments you. You chat with him for a while before deciding you’ve had enough for the day and leave the party. A few more people greet you on your way out.

A taxi takes you back to you company, where you left your stuff in the morning. You spend an extra thirty minutes getting rid of your heavy makeup and striping off that gorgeous but awfully tight golden dress you’ve been wearing ever since the end of the runway.

Now, you can FinaLLy go home. yassssss

It’s almost 12am when you leave the agency and climb into yet another taxi. The ride is quiet, background music playing over the car’s radio, and you take some time to look at what you were gifted for your performance : fancy makeup products, accessories, pieces of clothing-but not those from the runway, you sadly never get to keep those. Being kinda famous has its perks :,)

You then decide it’s time to warn Taehyung you’ll arrive soon and send him a few texts. As if he was waiting for them, he instantly replies saying he’ll be waiting for you and proceeds to spam you with heart emojis. Sometimes, it looks like this man just discovered what emojis were and is trying to use them as much as possible. What a child…

It’s way past midnight when you finally step into your duplex and the first thing you notice is that the place is way too quiet.

Maybe Tae went back to sleep, who knows, it’s super late after all…

:(

You remove shoes and jacket and drop your bags in the entrance before going further and you call out quietly “anyone here? Tae, you sleeping?”

There is a faint glow from the tv on your right but the sound has been muted.

Weird…

“Taehyung ?" You call one last time

Suddenly, two strong arms wrap themselves around your waist and you’re pulled into someone’s chest. You gasp, almost scream, but soften up when you feel the warmth on your back

“Hi baby” a deep voice says in your ear, sending chills down your spine “I missed you”

You turn around and are very pleased to see a handsome face and a warm exposed chest your boyfriend smiling at you.

“Mhm, missed you too” You wrap your arms around him and rest your head against his chest, happy to hear his heartbeat. Taehyung places his head atop of yours and gently strokes your hair. You tighten your grasp around him and hum.

Few seconds later, he lifts your chin up and gently lays a kiss on your lips.

“How are you doing?” He asks, his right hand cupping your cheek. The warmth of it is comforting.

“Exhausted, but you know how it goes” You shrug and he smiles

“Not too tired for dinner ? I could cook something if you want”

“Mhm... let me just go shower and put something else on” You sadly let go of him

“Sure, go ahead” he whispers and you give him a kiss before regretfully tearing yourself away from him.

You walk up the stairs to your bedroom, where you find the bed undone. You smile, Taehyung never really liked making the bed and, very honestly, neither did you. You slump onto the mattress and bury your face into the pillows, inhaling his scent. Lavender. Relaxing. Just like he is.

After a warm shower, you find a t-shirt Taehyung left on a chair in the room and wear it. It’s big enough to reach your thighs and, if you were more energised, you’d probably stay like this. You grab large pants and put them on.

Once again, you smell lavender all around you.

When you’re back in the living area, you see Taehyung busying himself in the kitchen. He hears your steps and his eyes find yours as a smile appears on his face when he notices that you’re wearing his shirt

“My shirt looks better on you than it’d ever do on me” He teases, his gaze longing on your frame.

“maybe I should keep it then” you smile and ask ; ”Do you need any help?”

“no no no no no, you’ve worked enough already. Go and have some rest. I'll call you when everything’s ready okay?”

Too tired to argue on this anyways -and thankful for the given rest-, you go lay down on the couch, your body oriented to let you look at Taehyung.

As he hums and moves to the chill music that was playing in the background, you start to detail his beautiful figure. From the curl of his dark hair (which you knoW are so so soft to the touch) to his beautiful profile and his nose you love so much down to his broad shoulder and then his tanned abs you see from time to time when the opened shirt of his pyjama moves according to his steps.

oH! Let’s not forget his perfect hands gripping at the pan’s handle while he cooks… vegetables? Something like that yeah.

Taehyung is giving his best into what he’s cooking. Vegetables with rice, that’s the only thing he could do quickly.

Quickly as in less than half an hour, unlike his friend Namjoon who’d take this time just to cook the rice.

The music he put earlier is slowly starting to bore him. After washing his hands, he reaches out for his phone and plays a different playlist. It’s one you name yourself when the two of you were still friends (aka not dating yet). “Taetae fm” because you once joked he should have his own broadcasting channel on the radio. He’d always criticise the music playing so why not have his own channel 👀

“You know Y/n, I actually watched the fashion show live this afternoon. I mean, of course you know because I always do that haha. Anyways, you really were the highlight of the runway tonight. And I’m not saying this in a biased point of view. Okay I might be a bit biased as your boyfriend but I swear that it’s true!! You literally shone back there, especially in that gold dress you were wearing and even the audience was impressed by your looks maybe you didn’t see it on stage but some cameras filmed their reactions and everyone was looking at you. Really, you were so gorge-oh” Taehyung looks at you and smile fondly “Of course you’re asleep, baby”

He lets his phone aside and checks the now cooked food before making his way to the couch. There’s a blanket on the sofa, he covers you with it, scared you might get cold. Taehyung put a loose strand of hair behind your ear and places a kiss on your chin.

You slowly open your eyes and find yourself face to face with him. You both smile.

“Hi there beautiful” He whispers

“what time is it? Did I sleep until the morning?” You’re scared of having slept through the entire nap without realising

“almost 1:20am, I just finished cooking. I thought you might be cold so I went to cover you with the blanket. You should go enjoy the food while it’s still hot, imma go to the toilet”

You nod as an answer and watch him leave upstairs. Getting up from the warmth of the couch is the hardest part so you keep the soft blanket draped around your shoulders and walk towards the kitchen. You grab two bowls and two pairs of chopsticks that you place on the counter along with glasses and a bottle of water.

You then go take care of the rice and the vegetables, which you mix in the pan. The song playing changes and your favourite nighttime tune starts.

“I don’t want a friend, I want my life in two” you sing along

“Waiting to get there, waiting for you” Taehyung’s voice startles you as he grabs your wrists and pulls your back close to him. You smile as he makes the both of you dance slowly. You put his arms around you so it’s like he’s hugging you from the back. You swing around for a little while, enjoying the close proximity as you both softly hum the song, making your body vibrate against each other, moving in perfect coordination.

“I love you” he whispers in your ear and then kisses it, sending chills down your spine, before lifting one of your arm up to make you turn so that you’re now facing him “did my baby sleep well?” You nod as you place your arms around his waist, paying attention to go under the shirt so you’re touching as much skin as possible.

Taehyung chuckles before asking you in that same, chill-sending, low deep voice ; “Still hungry? Because I’m starving”

If you didn’t just wake up, you would’ve definitely caught that lust in his eyes and also the fact that this wasn’t as innocent as it seemed.

As an answer, your stomach growls pretty loudly, making Taehyung laugh . “I’ll take that as a yes. Sit down, princess. Let me take care of you”

You do as he says, jumping on a stool, detailing all of his moves. You only realise how hungry you actually were when you start eating. Rice with vegetables has never tastes better. You eat everything in less than 5 minutes when you’d usually take your time to finish your plate.

“Damn, that was a well needed dinner! Thank you Tae” you mess a bit with his soft locks

“Imagine me who was waiting for you all evening!! I was hungry too” He pouts.

“Oh come on, I was working today. Cardio in heels isn’t the best way to wake up, let alone spend the whole day standing in tight clothes. When I think you has a day off… pfff. I saw the bed, I’m sure you stayed there all day, you lazyyyyyyyyy ass.”

He mumbles some gibberish and you giggle, knowing that you're right. He looks away, crossing his arms and obviously sulking. You leave your stool and stand behind him, wrapping your arms around his neck. You leave a few kisses on his cheek and neck

“- Don’t be such a babyy. You know I love you.

- You do?

- of course, you dummy” you bop his nose "Sooo, what do we have for desert?

- You. Uh I mean!! Yoghurt, fruits, cakes, fruits…anything” he clears his throat

“Great! What do you prefer?” You open the fridge

“ I’d very happily eat you out honestly but an apple sounds good”

“Oh sur- wait whaT!?” You snap your head to him, eyes wide open

what did he sayyyyyyyy?????

whaT am I even supposed to say noW oh my goddddd

You close the fridge’s door, suddenly not so yogurt-hungry.

There’s a sudden silence between the two of you, only disturbed by the music still playing in the background.

“Mhm? What is it?” He turns around to face you, asking so innocently “did I say something wrong ?”

This man knows what he is doing for sure. Has he ever been that straightforward before ?

Taehyung stands and closes the distance between your bodies, now towering over you.

He lowers himself slightly to speak in your ear “what is it baby? Mhm?” You feel his smile on your cheek when he lays a kiss on it “what happened to my all proud and fierce y/n who was so confident telling me I was being lazy all day, huh? Tell me” He lays another kiss on your temple

OkaY

now he’s being a tease

Great

1 A.M. fluffy and bare chested teaser Taehyung

gReAT

Anyhow, it’s a good turn on.

Really.good.freaking.turn.on

Being tired and turned on was definitely not a good mix for you. You could feel the heat rising in your body and hear your heart pounding in your ears.

“Tae…”

He laughs gently seeing you silently begging for more, brushing your face with his lips, teasing another kiss.

“Tsk tsk, you gotta speak darling, I cannot guess”

You should calm down and go to sleep, it’s 1am and you have work tomorrow you should definitely-

“Fuck-“ You sigh and grab his face, sealing your lips together while closing your eyes.

It doesn’t take long for that kiss to turn into a heated make out session.

You grab and pull some of his dark curls while his hands travels under his your shirt.

You break the kiss just a second to catch your breath.

“Have i ever told you you have the perfect body?” Taehyung asks

“Did I ever tell you how perfect you are??” You reply

He laughs, deep raspy laugh.

You’re too tired for this

And because you’re tired, you’re even more horny :D

Taehyung puts his hands behind your thighs and you jump, locking your legs around his waist, hands still in his hair, lips against his while carries you to the bedroom.

He leaves your lips to travel down your jaw and then collarbone. You throw your head back.

Taehyung gently lays you on the mattress of your king sized bed and makes it his personal mission to pleasure you tonight.

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