#certainly didnt need any help in that department

[kob131]

"Roast: Avalon Le Fay and Morgan’s whole set up. Like, civilization wise. Put as much plot related stuff in as you like at least." you got this ask before but you didnt know much about the plot so I would like to here it again know that you do know

Well I forgot about that ask before so very well.

You know, it's a personal theory of mine that Mordred picked up her administrative talents from Le Fay. I mean, it makes some kind of sense. Le Fay, or at least one of her personalities, grew up under Gorlois, the Duke of Cornwall, then Uther alongside Igraine. Naturally at some point, she must have picked up some level of ruling know-how. And Mordred knowing these kind of skills despite having never been raised like an heir by Arturia kind of knocks it down to Le Fay passing it on, if only to try and trick her into thinking she'd actually get the throne.

The reason why I bring this up is because it kind of puts into perspective just how much a fuck up LB Morgan really is in the ruling department. Yeah, the Fae are nothing but selfish, entitled bastards who do nothing but take the most dickish route possible to their goals but that's in their nature- they lack human morals as well as human pragmatism to know that all this backstabbing would kill them off. But at the point that Morgan showed up- She knew all this. She knew the Fae were effectively ungovernable creatures, down to their very nature. She knows that everything about them yearns for death and the end of their world for the sins they committed, to the point of incarnating a version of VORTIGERN to kill them all. And yet she still decided to rule over them.

Not out of ideals or beliefs mind you. She abandoned her ideals and beliefs as a person when she became a tyrant. Morgan gets next to NOTHING out of this situation except some vague love for Britan that Le Fay had and passed on. But the thing is- Britan WANTS the Fae to die. Britan WANTS them to all die off and for the Fairy Isle to crumple for their sins. The aforementioned Vortigern is an INCARNATION of its will to die- she is going against the wishes of the very thing she supposedly loved. And all for what at that point? Not her happiness, not the Fae's happiness and certainly not Sith's. She went through all that pain and effort for...what in the end? Instinct? Routine? Proving a point to Arturia? Nothing. She got nothing in the end.

And the saddest thing? It didn't NEED to be that way. By the time Sith came around- it was a Lostworld. Morgan along with whoever she wanted could have just crossed the barrier of light and escaped that accursed land and lived outside of it. Yeah, the world is barren but Chaldea still exists. Morgan could have helped them unbleach the planet and give Sith a place to live in peace. She could have taken the child she supposedly cared for, given up her foolish dream and give her a better life. And not, I dunno, ignore her 99% of the time, bitch at her when the child SHE raised screwed up and do nothing to help her. For fuck's sake, MORDRED has a better sense of self and self esteem than Sith. And Mordred bases her identity in no small part on Arturia with about as much self esteem as her dad.

You wanna know what the one thing that really proves how foolish Morgan was at the end? Even assuming Morgan survived killing Cerennous, which considering Arturia Caster's end is unlikely- She would have STILL needed to deal with Oberon. Or rather, Oberon-Vortigern, someone commanding what is basically a mobile black hole that Morgan has shown no counters against. And even if she did- Oberon could easily just summon some catepillars to fuck with her and then have her fall into the damn thing. And all because she ordered Barghest to burn the Welsh forest to the ground, killing all the insect fae...who were keeping Vortigern in check under the guise of Oberon. Morgan's own actions KILLED her country.

She worked for nothing and then killed her own chances at any meaning. And it's all her fault.

[tsukkismoonlight]

yup! here so you don't forget it til your grave!! bloomic xyx and the song Courtside by Tim Atlas !!!!

Tysm!!!! Luckily i did not forget,,,, but i did have work hella this week so this is a little late 😭 but I've got the song on rn and 👀👀 here's what im thinking

So, xyx, not big on love, as we've learned, and if we go based off his route, boy does he fall HARD

Man is literally fighting his inner demons trying to deny feelings,, and you/reader is just like, oblivious cause there's a LOT goin on. You've got work, the server zine, random events here and there, but you /always/ make time to indulge xyx in video calls

He tries to learn about you in subtle ways, which he's very good at, lawyer and all, and you're not used to telling someone so much about yourself, and you're certainly not used to them being so interested in what you've got to say

And for this we will say that bloombot accidentally let some personal information slip past her filters, and it turns out, you/reader and xyx live in the same area

But rather than outright tell you how to meet up with him, xyx makes a bet

Who can find the other first? You've seen each other's faces, you've heard each other's voices, you know what his job is, and he knows some about yours as well

And you/reader take the bet, the cost of losing is one fancy dinner, and a chance to meet Cat

So, in your free time, you get out of the house,,you try looking up nearby law firms, and try to look at their staff pages, you look at those billboards that advertise help for accidents and other unfortunate events

Meanwhile, xyx does what he does best, he hits the books. He's researching the information on your vague company, easily finding the one that you mentioned a while ago over a vc

He goes through all the departments, taking time to make sure that there isnt any nonsense with the higher ups. He wants to know if this company that makes you work the longest hours is actually a good company and not some shithouse place yk

So then, when he finds you, he has to stop and question if he really wants to see this through, but he has been so over his head about you, like he has had dreams about you, he will get random thoughts while he is working about you, wondering how your day is going, wondering if you're working just as hard to find you as he is

So he works up the courage to go into your work, dressed in casual clothes, coffee in hand

And he greets you with the usual cheeky greeting of "hello little troll" and you're like ?! Who is speaking from behind my tall as stack of papers that i need to do, wait i know that voice,, xyx what the fuck why are you at my work, is thst coffee ???

And he would do that little smile that he gets and be all like, "guess who owes me dinner"

And ofc at the dinner it's pretty nice, and you guys are having a grand time, its hard to be awkard when xyx is just so smooth and charming

And a little ways through the dinner you guys get some drinks to go along with it, and like no one gets drunk or anything, just like i dunno a little tispy/buzzed and you/reader is just babbling about work and your interests and xyx is sitting there like ohmygodimactuallyinlove

And all he can think about is wanting to wake up with you each morning, by his side

And yeah,,, thats what i would write with xyx+courtside jdjeke i didnt wanna go on and on cause i def could omg

#bloomic xyx #ask game #note from tracer109lilith

[pesterloglog]

Jane Crocker, Jake English, Roxy Lalonde, Fefetasprite

Act 6, page 5521-5540

golgothasTerror [GT] began pestering gutsyGumshoe [GG]

GT: Greetings!

GG: Oh. Hello, Jake.

GT: Im not interrupting anything am i?

GG: Um, not really? Roxy and I are just setting a few things up here.

GT: Ah i see. I would be happy to message you again later if it would spare you any inconvenience.

GG: No, it's fine! It's really nice to hear from you, actually.

GG: I was starting to worry you might have forgotten.

GT: Uh.

GT: Forgotten?

GG: Oh no...

GT: Forgotten what now?

GG: Never mind.

GT: Wait dont tell me.

GT: Is it a tomb or a crypt or somesuch? Are you preparing for another grist seeking expedition??

GT: Oh shit did you schedule my assistance for the raid and i forgot all about it???

GG: No, Jake.

GG: We didn't need your help raiding a tomb. But thanks for thinking of us.

GG: I don't know what this clueless pair of damsels would do without you.

GT: Blast.

GT: Well what in the name of willy howard tafts great tub choking bottom could i be forgetting then?

GT: This is going to drive me CRAZY! Can you give me a hint?

GG: Yes. It has to do with the day I was born, which was almost exactly sixteen years ago.

GT: Of course! Your birthday!!!

GG: Didn't you get Roxy's invitation?

GG: It was my understanding that she gave you and Dirk notice weeks ago.

GT: Yes thats right. Now i remember. The date sure snuck up on us quick didnt it?

GT: Sorry you know how things can slip my mind. The gourd on my shoulders isnt the steel trap it used to be. Nothing like the well oiled puzzlebuster you've got up there.

GG: Mm.

GT: Well damn.

GT: Looks like the egg monster took quite the spirited dump on my face this time.

GG: Jake. I... what?

GT: I feel so dumb. Ill be right over.

GG: Well, if you recall, the party is actually tomorrow.

GG: Like I said, we're just setting a few things up.

GG: Roxy is putting up some decorations. I baked a cake. You were of course free to join us early too. I just thought since I hadn't heard from you in quite some time, you had better things to do.

GT: You baked a cake for your own party?

GG: Yes. So?

GT: I dont know something seems amiss about that. Isnt that against tradition or inviting bad luck or something?

GT: But I guess it makes sense since you love baking cakes. Its like a present you give to yourself!

GG: Jake, what was it you actually wanted?

GT: Oh. I just wanted to get your advice on some stuff.

GT: But since ive been a heel and forgotten about your party maybe i shouldnt bother you with that?

GG: Mmm.

GT: So sixteen big ones huh! The ole sweet sixteen.

GT: Last one of us to notch the vaunted one sixer. Its a big step! I knew youd make it, i always said i believed in you didnt i?

GT: Just kidding, the inexorable nature of times passage virtually assured you would get that old so you didnt really have anything to do with it. I mean not that i dont still believe in you, i do.

GG: ...

GT: I cant believe its already been...

GT: How long?

GT: What, like a year already since we entered? Holy moly, where does the time go.

GG: It's been more like five months.

GT: Oh.

GT: Well thats still a pretty long time.

GT: I have to admit its been a longer stint than i expected. Certainly one involving more downtime than i would have guessed.

GT: I really thought we would have been treated to more action, what being legendary players of a mysterious cosmic game. But no, it seems the primary duty of the so called nobles is to wait around twiddling our thumbs.

GG: Mmhmm.

GT: I am really beginning to wonder when these fabled heroes will arrive? And are they really going to be those we have been led to believe?

GT: I sure hope so. Id so love to meet my pen pal. Dear old departed grandma. But as a feisty youngster! What a hoot thatll be. And you with your poppop. Lets not forget about him.

GT: Not to mention the young strider and lalonde relatives. I bet theyre a barrel of laughs. I met them once but i was too shy to say anything. Then i got in a fight. Did i ever mention that jane?

GG: Yes.

GG: Many times.

GT: Not to say its been all downtime and doldrums. Exploring has been great. Finding treasure, solving riddles, becoming better friends. I wouldnt trade that for anything.

GT: And maybe we are getting close to something big happening regardless? Every day it seems like more and more undead creatures crawl from out of the shadows. Bigger ones and stronger ones. Does their presence herald something worse coming, just as the legends indicate our presence heralds something better?

GT: I just wish we could actually kill the fucking things. Even the little ones can absorb so much damage before yielding any spoils!

GT: Remember jane? Remember at the start how we kept trying to kill them?

GG: Mmhmm.

GT: We would all gang up on like an imp skeleton for an hour just clobbering it repeatedly. Knocking its bones down, waiting for it to reassemble and keep coming at us. Only to finally be rewarded with a shitty pittance of grist!

GT: But i guess the silver lining was it forced us to explore ruins more often and scavenge for loot there. So i think weve learned a lot more this way.

GT: But it sure makes resources hard to come by, having to get them exclusively from chests and whatnot. Sometimes i wonder if weve been missing out on a really rewarding part of the game by neglecting to build up our houses? Makes you wonder. But it just costs so much! Better to stick to making more practical stuff dont you think?

GG: Mm.

GT: Sometimes i wonder if the heroes had the same problems in their game. Do you think they found an easier way to kill skeletons?

GT: Were they just as shameless as us when it came to splurging our precious grist on swanky new duds?

GT: Did the same enigmatic bard haunt their game? And if so which hilarious dead trolls did he throw into the flashy blobs?

GT: Mr erisol tells me he knows many things about the heroes because he saw them in action when he was alive. But he wont tell me a thing about them! These troll sprites sure do love keeping their secrets dont they? Heheh.

GG: That's nice, Jake. I'm kind of busy though.

GG: What did you actually want to talk to me about?

GG: Actually, why don't we just talk about it tomor-

GT: Okay we can talk about that if you insist.

GT: Really jane you sure know how to twist a fellas arm!

GT: I just wanted to get your take on what you might call my own personal ultimate riddle.

GT: It involves dirk.

GG: You don't say.

GT: Its true. I havent seen him in a couple days.

GT: I have been laying low for a while but i just received another series of pushy inquiries from him.

GT: Maybe i shouldnt be too hard on the guy since he was probably just concerned, not having heard from me and all.

GT: But i still couldnt help but detect a tone of desperation, like he could sense i may be having doubts.

GT: This kind of thing has been all too common unfortunately.

GT: Im not sure its going to work anymore.

GG: Mm.

GT: He can be so needy!

GT: If only he could just relax and trust that i wont spontaneously tire of his company.

GT: Although the irony i guess is that his overbearing tendencies are beginning to fulfill his own paranoid prophecy.

GT: Its such a shame. Weve had so many capital adventures together.

GT: I dont know why he has to be like this. He always was an intense fella. But in person... holy cow.

GT: I wonder if it has to do with the fact that he grew up alone in the middle of the ocean? And now he doesnt know how to deal with people without suffocating them?

GT: But then again i grew up under similar circumstances and i think i turned out pretty much ok socially, at least i hope so. Do you think so jane?

GG: Mmmm!

GT: Actually it just occurred to me. Its funny he didnt mention your party in his text.

GT: Im SURE he wouldnt have forgotten. He never forgets ANYTHING what with all his calculations and his computerized brain. Both figurative and literal.

GT: I wonder what his game was? He invited me on an expedition without mention of your party as a potential conflict...

GT: If he sensed i could use some space perhaps he was concerned that if we both showed up to the party it would be awkward?

GT: Or maybe he didnt want to mention he was going to the party in case it would spook me away from attending?

GT: Argh! Do you see jane?? This is what his endless machinations do to you!

GT: Anything he says could be part of some grand convoluted scheme and it just makes you agonize and boggle and wonder until your brain hurts and you just KNOW its a battle you cant win.

GT: You know what i mean jane?

GG: Mmhmm.

GT: Do you think i should just bite the bullet and end it?

GT: Its probably the right thing to do.

GT: Boy am i not looking forward to that conversation though.

GT: Its going to be a doozy. What did i get myself into here?

GT: I think ive made a lot of mistakes honestly.

GT: Not the least of which was getting this shitty tattoo, now that i think about it.

GT: Yes yes i know we all thought it was a riot at first.

GT: I guess it still is maybe? But lately ive been wondering if it might not have been an act of sound judgment.

GT: Can you believe that jane?

GG: Hmm!

GT: I dont know. Its a real pickle im in here but i do feel better just being able to get it off my chest.

GT: You are such a good friend jane, always ready to listen to my relationship woes. What a trooper!

GT: It never ceases to amaze me how excellent you are at this friendship business. Where would we all be without you?

GT: In a way you really have been the glue holding us all together on our adventure. Gosh youre a standup gal.

GT: Oh which actually reminds me of ANOTHER thing thats been bugging me about dirk.

GT: He can often be almost hilariously self absorbed. Dont even get me started on when he starts going off on these long monologues about his philosophical gobbledygook.

GT: I'm not sure he actually has much of a filter when it comes to what others regard as interesting points of conversation.

GT: Not to rag on the guy too hard but i guess at times i would just like to see a little more self awareness from him is all.

GG: Jake.

GT: Did i tell you what happened on our last expedition together?

GG: Jake.

GT: I cant remember if i mentioned. Oh man but thinking back on what happened its even more ridiculous in retrospect.

GT: Where do i begin?

GG: Jake!!!

GT: What?

GG: Shut up!

GT: Huh?

GG: Shut up!!!

GT: Errr.

GT: Did i say something wrong?

GG: JAKE.

GG: PLEASE.

GG: STOP TALKING.

GT: I dont...

GG: JAKE.

GG: I SAID SHUT UP.

GT: Wha...

GG: JUST,

GG: SHUT,

GG: THE FUCK,

GG: UUUUUUUUUUP!!!

GT: Ay caramba.

GT: What in tarnation is the matter jane?

GG: WHAT'S THE MATTER?

GG: WHAT'S THE MATTER???

GG: I AM SICK.

GG: AND FUCKING TIRED.

GG: TO DEATH.

GG: OF YOUR INSUFFERABLE BLITHERING BULLSHIT!!!!!!

GT: Whoa there.

GT: You seem really worked up. Maybe we should just calm down and talk this through like sensible adults?

GT: Also youre going kinda heavy on the caps there arent you? Sort of makes it seem like your shouting. Just saying.

GG: I AM SHOUTING!

GG: THERE ARE LITERAL SHOUTS OF ANGER COMING OUT OF MY ACTUAL MOUTH, AND THEY ARE DIRECTED AT YOU!

GT: Yikes.

GT: Well ok then.

GT: Can you tell me why youre so upset with me?

GT: Is it because i forgot your birthday party? Because i do feel awful about that.

GG: OH MY GOD. WHY ARE YOU SO CLUELESS?

GG: I CAN'T STAND IT!

GT: Really i feel like a tool about forgetting. You know how i am. I forget stuff.

GT: I mean...

GT: Shucks buster. If i knew how to make it up to you i would.

GT: If it ameliorates matters any i am sighing pretty much the shucksiest buster of contrition i can manage.

GG: IT'S NOT ABOUT MY BIRTHDAY!!!

GG: THE FACT THAT YOU FORGOT CERTAINLY DOESN'T HELP, BUT THAT'S NOT IT. SEE, YOU JUST DON'T GET IT!

GG: OH, AND COULD YOU PLEASE STOP SAYING SHUCKS BUSTER?!

GG: SHUCKS BUSTER WAS MY THING! AND YOU STOLE IT!

GT: I thought shucks buster was...

GT: Sorta our thing?

GG: NO, IT WAS MY THING, BUT I ALLOWED IT TO BE OUR THING! BACK WHEN YOU USED TO GIVE A SHIT! BUT NOW IT'S JUST MINE, AND YOU CAN'T HAVE IT ANYMORE!

GT: Uhh.

GT: Ok?

GT: I suppose i could go with shoot buddy. Or...

GT: Fudge junior?

GG: .................

GT: Or maybe forgo an analogous catch phrase altogether heh.

GT: But i clearly stepped in it big time with you and id really like to know what i did.

GG: JAKE, LET ME ASK YOU.

GG: DO YOU EVEN REMEMBER THE LAST TIME WE TALKED?

GT: Hmm.

GT: Wasnt it a few days ago?

GG: NO. TRY A FEW WEEKS AGO!

GG: AND EVEN THEN, YOU MESSAGED ME JUST TO TALK ABOUT SOME STUPID SHIT THAT HAPPENED WITH DIRK.

GG: A TEDIOUS GESTURE WHICH YOU THEN SAW FIT TO REPRISE ON MY BIRTHDAY OF ALL DAYS, WHILST CONSIDERATELY FORGETTING ABOUT IT!

GG: AND EVEN WHEN I REMINDED YOU ABOUT IT, YOU STILL BARGED AHEAD WITH YOUR SELF-INDULGENT RELATIONSHIP CLAPTRAP ANYWAY!

GT: I didnt realize it was so long ago. Sorry about that.

GT: Again all i can say is where does the time go? I guess i have trouble keeping up with everything im supposed to. Which it would seem includes personal relationships as much as calendars.

GT: Im not much of a leader of people. Not like you are jane. I think when it comes to adventuring maybe im more of a solo act?

GT: Which now that i think about it might be contributing to my problems with dirk. Maybe thats part of the reason why i needed some space?

GT: Oh brother there i go again blustering about my problems. I guess i see what you mean.

GT: But really if you wanted to talk sooner then why didnt you get in touch with me?

GT: It feels as though im always the one to say hello to you lately.

GG: YEAH! THAT'S BECAUSE EVERY SINGLE TIME WE CHAT, YOU DO NOTHING BUT TALK ABOUT YOURSELF!

GG: YOU NEVER ASK ME HOW I'M FEELING OR WHAT I'VE BEEN UP TO. YOU JUST LAUNCH INTO YOUR ROMANTIC PROBLEMS, AND I JUST LISTEN LIKE AN ACCOMMODATING FOOL AS ALWAYS!

GG: SO I JUST STOPPED BOTHERING! WHY SHOULD I SUBJECT MYSELF TO THAT REPEATEDLY?!

GG: YOU MIGHT ACTUALLY BE THE MOST THOUGHTLESS, SELF-CENTERED PERSON I HAVE EVER MET!

GG: I CAN'T BELIEVE I USED TO FEEL...

GT: Huh?

GT: Used to feel what?

GG: JAKE, HAS IT EVER OCCURRED TO YOU HOW IT MUST FEEL FOR SOMEONE TO LISTEN TO HER FRIEND GO ON AND ON ABOUT HIS BOYFRIEND PROBLEMS WHEN...

GG: WHEN ALL ALONG SHE...

GG: BUT SHE JUST COULDN'T SAY BECAUSE SHE BLEW IT AND IT WAS TOO LATE TO...

GG: I DON'T EVEN KNOW WHY I'M BOTHERING TO EXPLAIN THIS TO YOU. NEVER MIND.

GT: Now hold the phone.

GT: Jane i think i may finally understand whats been going on here.

GT: In retrospect i cant believe ive been this blind.

GT: Youre right i really can be deplorably thick sometimes.

GT: Looking back i can see how many of our conversations must have been torment for you.

GT: You really should have told me how you felt sooner!

GG: YEAH. I...

GG: I know. :(

GT: If you told me you had the hots for dirk i would have backed off without another word.

GT: What are friends for!

GG: RAAARARRAAUUUAAAAUUAGHGHGGHGGGGHHGH!

GT: Wait...

GT: Did i say something dumb again?

GT: Consarn it.

GT: I think maybe something is getting lost in translation over our respective chat clients.

GT: Maybe we should wait until tomorrow and just clear the air face to face at your party?

GG: NO!

GG: YOU AREN'T COMING TO MY PARTY!

GT: Aw come on jane. Be a sport.

GG: YOU AREN'T COMING TO MY PARTY, BECAUSE THERE ISN'T GOING TO BE A PARTY!

GG: GO RAID SOME TOMBS WITH YOUR BOYFRIEND. GO MAKE OUT WITH HIM OR BREAK UP WITH HIM, OR WHATEVER IT IS YOUR FICKLE, SELFISH HEART DESIRES!

GG: I AM AT THE END OF MY ROPE WITH YOU!

GG: I AM FED UP WITH YOUR STUPID MOVIES AND YOUR STUPID ADVENTURES AND YOUR STUPID OLD TIMEY CHARMS AND YOU STUUUUUUPID DASHING GOOD LOOKS. WHO NEEDS ANY OF IT?????

GT: I say jane. Before you do anything rash...

GG: OH, WILL YOU PLEASE,

GG: JUST,

GG: STFU BUSTER!!!!!!!!!

ROXY: jane

ROXY: yo uh

ROXY: janey

ROXY: u ok there

JANE: I WILL BE PEACHY FUCKING KEEN ONCE I STOMP THIS NOVELTY MUSTACHE HEADSET INTO OBLIVION, AND NOT A MOMENT SOONER!

ROXY: janey uh

ROXY: that aint a reasonable thing you said

JANE: AU CONTRAIRE.

JANE: I BELIEVE YOU WILL FIND THAT ONCE THIS PIECE OF SHIT HAS BEEN REDUCED TO SUBATOMIC PARTICLES, WE WILL ALL COME OUT SMELLING LIKE FUCKING ROSES.

ROXY: jaaaaane

ROXY: stoppit :(

ROXY: ur upsettin fefeta

ROXY: just

ROXY: think of fefeta is all im asking

ROXY: poor fefeta :'(

FEFETASPRITE: 3833 < 383

JANE: OH POOR FEFETA MY SWEET PATOOTIE!

JANE: YOU AND I BOTH KNOW FEFETA HAS HAD TO DEAL WITH GARBAGE FROM JERKOFF BOYS BEFORE.

JANE: SO DON'T GIVE ME THIS POOR FEFETA CRAP.

ROXY: lol yeah

ROXY: my girl fefeta knows whats up

ROXY: she been around the d bag block a time or 2

ROXY: em i rite fefeta

FEFETASPRITE: 3833 < 3;3

ROXY: shit yes gimme a paw bump

ROXY: BOMP

ROXY: jane u want in on this action

ROXY: come give us a fist fulla sugar

ROXY: complete the 3way for max girl power + solidarity against dumb dudes

ROXY: janey jeez dont leave us hanging here

JANE: SIGH.

JANE: FINE.

ROXY: jane that was the piss poorest paw bump ive ever seen

ROXY: that was like a negative bump

ROXY: we are going to have to bump long and hard into the night to dig us outta this fuckin bump hole you dug us into

ROXY: w/ that tragic bump

ROXY: that bump was like

ROXY: shakespearean

ROXY: makes me want to weep softly and leave a bouquet somewhere

ROXY: someone plays a sad trumpet in the distance

ROXY: look fefeta just sniffled a little at how sad that bump w-

JANE: SHHHHHHHH!

ROXY: ok god

ROXY: was just tryin to cheer you up

ROXY: take ur mind off whatever the hell that was

ROXY: you werent serious about calling off the party were you

ROXY: here let me just get the chess guys to help put the table back on the roof

ROXY: and maybe salvage the cake out of that sand dune over there...

ROXY: aaaaand NOPE the chess guys just finished eatin it

ROXY: lets just bake another k?

JANE: NO, I WAS SERIOUS!

JANE: I'M NOT...

JANE: I'm not in the mood for a party anymore.

ROXY: so it sounds like

ROXY: u got jaked

JANE: >:(

ROXY: why yes

ROXY: that is the face of a girl who just got english'd with extreme prejudice

ROXY: he was a block head and forgot your birthday didnt he

ROXY: im sorry jane

JANE: Yeah, me too. Can we maybe not rehash the whole terrible conversation though??

ROXY: yeah we dont have to

ROXY: just maybe try not to hold whatever dumb shit he said against him forever?

ROXY: thats just how the guy is

ROXY: its like

ROXY: he doesnt mean to be a douche

ROXY: but its just kind of a byproduct of the whole ridiculous jake english experience

ROXY: like his dunkass shenanigans leave behind a residue that looks like douche and tastes like douche but it aint the real thing?

ROXY: like douche substitute

ROXY: "i cant believe its not douche"

ROXY: um

ROXY: im just trying to say not terrible things about him in hopes you dont start hating each other but i guess this isnt what you wanna hear now

JANE: >:(

ROXY: soooo yeah

ROXY: i guess jakes dumpin dirk soon?

ROXY: hahah like the writing wasnt so on the wall with those two from day one

ROXY: poor dirk

ROXY: ive wanted to say something to prepare him for that but

ROXY: never had the heart to bring it up i guess?

ROXY: what can u do....

ROXY: hey

ROXY: but the silver lining is

ROXY: i mean if you can forgive him for shitting on your bday and stuff

ROXY: maybe this is finally your chance to make a play 4 the j man??

ROXY: ehhhh??? ;)

FEFETASPRITE: 3833 < 38D

JANE: ROXY, PLEASE.

JANE: AS IF THAT ISN'T THE FURTHEST THING FROM MY MIND RIGHT NOW!

JANE: I AM SO DONE WITH THAT WHOLE TRAIN OF THOUGHT.

ROXY: so you really think youre just

ROXY: completely over him?

JANE: YESSIREE!

JANE: IF JAKE'S THE RAINBOW, THEN JUST CALL ME A LITTLE HOUSE FROM KANSAS!

JANE: WHEEEEEE!

ROXY: wait rly

ROXY: as in like you dont give a shit if he dates anybody or

JANE: MMMMMMMHM!!!

ROXY: i seeee

ROXY: iiiiiinteresting!

FEFETASPRITE: 3833 < 38O

JANE: WAIT...

JANE: WHAT??

JANE: WHAT THE HELL IS THAT SUPPOSED TO MEAN???

ROXY: nothing!

ROXY: i was just...

ROXY: it was a joke!

JANE: WAS IT REALLY?!

ROXY: ok maybe not a total joke

ROXY: but still mostly a joke!

ROXY: im only

ROXY: trying to

ROXY: blurgh

ROXY: i dont know

JANE: ROXY, I GET YOU'RE TRYING TO MAKE ME FEEL BETTER, BUT A LOT OF THINGS YOU'RE SAYING HERE AREN'T REALLY HELPING!

JANE: DO YOU EVEN REALIZE WHAT YOU'RE SAYING HALF THE TIME?

JANE: I THINK I LIKED YOU BETTER WHEN YOU WERE DRINKING!

ROXY: jaaane no

ROXY: dont say that

ROXY: i had a problem :(

FEFETASPRITE: 3833 < 38(

JANE: OK, YEAH!

JANE: I WAS WAY OUT OF LINE THERE AND I'M SORRY!

JANE: THAT STUPID CONVERSATION WITH JAKE JUST PUSHED ME OVER SOME KIND OF EDGE AND NOW I AM FEELING REALLY, REALLY DISTRAUGHT!

JANE: THIS GAME IS SO MUCH MORE DEPRESSING THAN I THOUGHT IT WOULD BE! EVERYTHING IS DEAD AND EMPTY AND FULL OF GRAVES AND ALL WE'RE SUPPOSED TO DO IS JUST KEEP WAITING AND WAITING AND WAITING! BUT FOR HOW MUCH LONGER? AND I STILL DON'T KNOW WHERE MY DAD IS, AND YOU STILL HAVEN'T BEEN ABLE TO REACH CALLIOPE, AND WHAT IF THEY'RE BOTH...

JANE: AND NOW ON TOP OF ALL THAT, I MAY HAVE PERMANENTLY DESTROYED MY FRIENDSHIP WITH JAKE!

JANE: AND NOW...

JANE: Now...

JANE: I just want to be alone.

ROXY: jane wait

JANE: I have to go!

ROXY: where are you going!

JANE: HOME!!!

ROXY: good lard

ROXY: all my friends are being disasters

ROXY: welp looks like its just us

ROXY: party nite w gcat and fefeta

ROXY: fefeta???

ROXY: oh dangit

ROXY: hey you know i could have used some support there

ROXY: where was all that profound shippin expertise when we really needed it!

ROXY: usually i can barely shut you up girl

ROXY: maybe you just clammed up at all the drama?

ROXY: hehehe youd have loved that pun

ROXY: the one i just said about the clams

ROXY: aw its ok you had enough drama in your lives

ROXY: you deserve some rest

ROXY: good night sweet princess

ROXY: sooo

ROXY: gcat

ROXY: i guess that just leaves the two of us

ROXY: wow this is

ROXY: great?

ROXY: you gonna behave urself

ROXY: not do anything too uh

ROXY: vexing or cheshire catty

ROXY: i hope?

ROXY: oh mother fuck

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Bang Chan and I - 9

You slept really well last night. Your day with Chan and the others had really made you tired. When you opened your eyes and reached to pull your phone off the charger, you saw you had a message from an unknown number. When your eyes came into focus you saw that it was a couple of messages. There were a series of individual texts from the boys telling them to save your number and who they were and then there was a group with plenty of messages in it already.

Minho

Good mornnning everyone

Channie

Go to sleep, dude, its too early

Seungmin

Actually, Chan-hyung, it is 10:30 already

Felix

Yeah, didnt you say we had plans today?

Channie

Shit

Changbin

Why are you so tired? Too much... activity?

Hyunjin

hahahaha

Jisung

hahahaha

Channie

Watch it, but yeah probably. Be down in 5

Minho

We are already waiting for you

Jeongin

Is Y/N awake? Is she coming today?

Channie

Y/N? You alive?

Minho

Nope, she's still out.

Jisung

Can we bring her food on our way back?

Felix

Ditto, I want to see Y/N's apartmentttttt

Seungmin

Yeah, quit hoarding her Chan-hyung

Channie

Aish, lets go

They were certainly lively in the text message department. You realized it had been an hour since their last message. You decided to get out of bed and pick out an outfit while you texted them back.

Y/N

Good morning, guys. Yes you can come over. But only if you bring food. I am hungry.

Minho

Sure, what would you like?

Jeongin

Let's surprise her

Felix

We won't get you anything gross, promise

Y/N

Alright, sounds good.

Channie

We will just come up when we get there, what's the code?

Y/N

0325

Jisung

Cutttte

Changbin

She loves us

Y/N

Lol don't make me regret it

Minho

So scary, the fluffy Y/N makes threats

You rolled your eyes, Minho was so sassy. But you could tell that he didn't mean anything by it. His tough exterior was only a shell hiding his gooey side, not that he let anyone really see it.

You were stuck between two outfits so you decided to let Chan decide what you would wear today, so you sent him a private text outside of the group chat.

Y/N

Help me pick?

Channie

Ooo, that's hard... I like the first one though.

Minho seems to agree with the first one...

Nosey, peaking around me

Y/N

Haha sounds good. You guys on your way?

Channie

Yeah, we have food in hand and will be there in like 5 minutes

Get ready, 8 guys in your apartment is going to be a lot

Y/N

Sounds fun ;)

You laughed to yourself, got dressed, and went to unlock the front door while you waited for them to come up. Thankfully you weren't a messy person because you weren't going to have any time to get ready this morning. Your hair was still a mess and you didn't have a chance to put any makeup on yet.

A knock interrupted your thoughts and you went to answer it. All eight boys looked like they were trying to be the first at your door because they were shoving each other a little bit. You opened your door wide and they all filed inside and started looking around. Hyunjin was paying close attention to your decor choices and the others were trying to find the best spot to put the food they got.

Chan was the last into the apartment and shut the door behind himself. He was the only one that didn't seem in some sort of awe because he had been here before. He came over to where you were standing and gave you a hug.

"Did you sleep okay? You were out for a while?" he asked you.

"Yeah, guess this week has been a lot. I guess I needed a little extra sleep," you smiled at him. He knew what you meant. You had done a lot this week.

"Y/N, come eat. We brought a bunch of things because we didn't know what you would want to eat," Felix told you from your coffee table. They had situated themselves around it, some sitting on the couch and others sitting on the floor.

You went to join them and took a seat next to Hyunjin and Chan came and sat by your other side. They were right when they said they brought a bunch of different things. You would be surprised if they didn't buy one of everything from the menu where they went.

You all ate in peaceful silence. This was the first time you had the chance to get a good variety of Korean foods so you took a little of everything to try. Your eyes were wide as you experienced all of the flavors and textures. It was extremely delicious and you were glad they had come over.

After you had all eaten, you grabbed the trash and started to pick up. Seungmin helped you and before too long everything was cleaned and the recycling was organized. You chatted while you cleaned. Seungmin seemed the most peaceful of the members. He was pleasant to talk with, always attentive to what you had to say. You liked him a lot.

The boys were in the living room deciding what to do with the rest of the day when you and Seungmin walked back to them.

"You guys have free time? Wow, what is that like?" You joked with them. It seemed like they were constantly busy, always doing something each day.

"Chan-hyung had us practicing earlier today but we are finished and we get free time now!" Felix was clearly excited about the possibilities.

They continued their discussions when you noticed that there was one person missing. Minho wasn't in the living room, you waited a couple of minutes in case he was in the bathroom but after a little longer you went to look for him. You walked into your bedroom and found Minho looking through your outfits that didn't make the cut for today.

"What are you doing, hmm?" You asked him. He didn't realize that you had entered your room so he jumped a little and turned around at your question.

"Oh, hi Y/N. I like your outfits, very cute. I do agree with Chan-hyung though, the outfit you are wearing today is the best choice."

The compliment made you flush slightly and you looked down, composing yourself before you answered, "Thank you, I am just going to fix my hair now. Enjoy snooping," and you winked at him before you walked into your bathroom and left the door open. There was silence from your room so you weren't sure if he decided to continue his snooping or not. If he did, it didn't particularly bother you. You were an open book and if he decided to look for your lingerie then more power to him if he was willing to be that bold in front of the others.

You heard your bedroom door close and footsteps walk into your bedroom before talking with someone. You didn't have to wonder for long before Chan and Minho walked into the bathroom with you.

"See? Aren't I right?" Minho asked Chan as you brushed and gathered your hair into a ponytail. Chan debated whether or not he wanted to answer.

You finished putting your hair up and you turned around, "Right about what? Are you talking about something fun?"

"Hmm, I guess Minho is right, you do look especially hot today," Chan's eyes connected with yours when he spoke, causing you to blush scarlet.

Chan didn't give you any time to recover though, he walked towards you and brushed his fingertips against the side of your neck, causing your body to shudder beneath his touch. Your eyes closed briefly as you felt Chan's lips encase your own. It was a short kiss but the fact that you knew Minho was watching every second of it made you shiver again.

"The others are going to go to the store and get snacks and games, just us three here for a little while," Chan said, and it was almost like an invitation for sexual tension to invade the room.

"Oh, okay. Sounds good," was all you managed to get out. You walked back into your room and as you passed Minho in the doorway, his hand reached out and brushed your waist. Chan and Minho followed you back into your room and you sat down on your bed. They were hovering around, so you motioned them to sit down on your bed too. "What do you guys want to do while we wait for the others?"

It was Chan who spoke up, "Truth or dare?" and you both agreed. "Great, Minho you go first," Chan told him.

Minho thought for a second then looked at you, "Y/N, truth or dare?"

"Hmmm, let's play it safe for the first one and go with truth," you said.

"Knew it, okay... who do you think is the best dancer out of me and Chan?" He was clearly trying to egg Chan on but he didn't seem bothered.

"Ooo that is hard... I think it is going to have to go to Minho," you said and then looked at Chan, "Truth or dare, Channie?" You decided to use his nickname to see if Minho would have a reaction but it was Chan that ended up blushing.

"Dare, make it a good one," he told you.

You thought for a minute, coming up with a dare that would be good enough was tough, and trying to not be the first to turn the game sexual was going to be difficult because all you really wanted to do was kiss Chan again. You finally thought of one, though.

"Chan I dare you to show your best sexy dance moves," and even though you said sexy dance moves, you were hoping that he was just going to make it silly.

Minho started laughing as Chan took the dare very seriously. At first, you didn't realize what he was dancing to, since there was no music... but then you recognized the dance that he was doing. It was his version of the dance you did to Red Lights before you and Chan had sex. And Chan knew the exact second you realized it by how red you turned. Even though Minho wasn't there when it happened, you could tell that he realized this was suddenly an intimate moment, his ears also flushing slightly.

When he was done, he sat back on the bed and kissed your cheek lightly. Then he turned to Minho and asked, "Truth or dare?"

Minho didn't hesitate even slightly, "Dare, obviously."

"I dare you to kiss Y/N. I know how badly you want to," and even though you were surprised that Chan had dared him to do it, you were secretly glad. You had wondered if Minho would compare to Chan in the kissing department.

Minho smirked and sauntered closer to you on the bed. He was on his knees in front of you as he leaned down and grabbed you by the ponytail, tilting your head to the side. His lips inched closer to yours and you noticed that your breathing increased its pace. His mouth finally made contact with yours in a desperate kiss. Despite the fact that he had your hair in his hands roughly, his mouth was soft on yours. After a short minute, you moved away to catch your breath and bit your lip.

Minho released your hair but leaned down to whisper in your ear, "Good girl," and your face flushed again as you looked down.

Minho went and sat back on the bed and you worked up the courage to look up. Chan and Minho were looking at you with lust in their eyes. You were glad that Chan seemed to enjoy it because you had been a little worried about how he would react.

"Isn't she a great kisser, Minho?" Chan seemed like he wanted to push this interaction right over the edge of what was innocent.

"Oh yes, she's great at being submissive too, letting me grab her like that," Minho said appreciatively. "Chan-hyung, truth or dare?"

"Dare, I am curious what you will do," he told him.

"I want to see you touch her where she likes best, don't stop until you find it," it was almost like it was a command to Chan.

The devilish look in Chan's eyes seemed to radiate around the room, or maybe it was just to you. He grabbed your hand and led you off the bed, positioning you facing Minho with himself behind you.

"Look at him while I touch you, is that okay, kitten?" he asked in your ear and you nodded, too afraid to speak and let them realize just how excited you were. Your eyes locked with Minho as Chan started.

Chan chuckled and grabbed your hair and pulled your neck to one side, giving him full access. He dropped your hair and you whimpered slightly, you loved being tossed around so you were upset he let it go so quickly. But just then, his lips connected with the exposed flesh at your neck and planted wet kisses there, making you forget about why you were upset a second ago. He worked his way down your neck and his hands made contact with your breasts over your shirt, rubbing briefly before working their way down to your exposed ribs. He traced circles around your body, traveling even lower in his quest to find your favorite spot.

Minho was making the whole situation even more sensual as he watched Chan's hands travel around your body. Small moans escaped your lips when Chan reached just above your pelvis. Minho's eyes snapped to yours when he heard the noise come from you.

"Seems like she liked that a little bit, but doesn't seem like it is her favorite yet, right hyung?" Minho taunted.

"Mmm, who said I was done yet?" Chan challenged back.

What Chan had up his sleeves next took you off guard, you hadn't realized how far he was planning on going in the presence of another person but you quickly found out. One of his hands stayed on your waist and the other trailed up your thigh where your thigh chain was, going past it and pushing upwards towards your clothed heat. When his hand finally made contact over your skirt, your eyes closed and you moaned loudly. Minho mumbled something and Chan's hand that was around your waist came around and grabbed you firmly by the throat.

"Eyes open, kitten," he said it loud enough this time that Minho heard his nickname for you and he chuckled lightly.

Your eyes opened and looked into Minho's and Chan's hand went back to work. He traced small circles around your clit, causing your legs to shake lightly. The stimulation of your skirt was causing this to quickly deteriorate. Minho had a hand in his lap concealing what was sure to be a boner. He bit his lip at you, watching you moan and enjoy being touched in front of him. You wanted nothing but to be passed between them, the thoughts of this were bringing a familiar tingling sensation to build in you.

Chan continued his slow torture of your sensitive bud until your moans got too loud for his liking. He suddenly stopped and pulled his hand away, but kept the hand on your throat. You said his name breathlessly in frustration that he stopped and they both laughed.

"Such a good little slut, wanting me to let her cum in front of someone else," Chan said tauntingly. The degrading words acted as further fuel to your internal fires, you would beg at this point to be had by them if you had to.

"I agree, I think I liked it just as much as our kitten did," Minho said and moved the hand that had been concealing his boner, giving you a peek at it.

He stood up from the bed and moved to where you and Chan were standing. "I think I have learned a lot from this, haven't you hyung?" he asked and hooked a finger in the loop at your thigh chain and tugged slightly.

"Mmm, I think so. We will have to continue this another time," Chan agreed.

You pouted in frustration and were just about to argue that you had been very good and deserved a little more fun but you heard your front door open and the others returned with their spoils.

Chan and Minho laughed at your dejected face. Chan motioned for you to go fix your hair again before joining the others. The two left your room and all you could think about was how difficult it would be to keep the two out of your thoughts for the rest of the day.

The rest of the day was spent playing board games with the boys and snacking. They were so much fun to be around and you realized they were quickly becoming your favorite people to be around. You doubted if anyone wouldn't be this entranced in their company.

They left at 8 at night, which honestly, you were thankful for because you really needed to get more sleep if you were going to keep up with them. You got ready for bed and quickly fell asleep.

**

The next day went by in a blur, you were back to work and you had to show Seojun what you had for the Red Light's dance so far. He agreed that it was the perfect amount of sexy so far. The company really wanted this song to stand out.

You spent lunch hammering out the finer details of the rest of the dance and ended up finalizing it before the day was over. Having worked through your lunch, you were starving by the time you left the building at night.

Felix had invited you to go eat chicken with him since everyone else had eaten before him. You grabbed your bag from the practice room and headed out to the front entrance where Felix was waiting for you. He was wearing a mask over his face and held a plain black one out for you to take since it wasn't quite dark yet outside.

"How was your day? Tell me everything," you told him.

Felix talked the whole way to the restaurant. He had vocal lessons today and was really pleased with how it turned out. His personality brightened up every aspect of your stressful day. He had eaten spicy food for lunch but didn't remember what it was, even so, he loved it. After lunch, he went and practiced the dance for Thunderous with the other members. He said how much he loved dancing, how he felt the most comfortable when he was moving to music. He told you how the others seemed to love the dance just as much as he did and that you should be proud of how it turned out.

And then you were at the restaurant. Felix grabbed food for both of you and you went to the back out of the way of most of the tables so you could eat in peace. Felix came back shortly with the food, it looked like chicken sandwiches with fries and drinks. As much as you were loving Korean food, the little taste of food from home was a nice comfort.

Felix asked more things about your life before you moved here. You told him about all the jobs that you have had in the past. How even though you were depressed you always found time to dance and learn K-pop choreography to the latest songs. How much you enjoy cooking for yourself and finding different ways to make normal food items more fun.

You talked so much that by the time you were both done with your food, it was dark outside and pretty late.

"Why don't we send a selfie to the group chat?" You suggested.

Felix agreed and you both posed while he took the picture. It turned out really good and he sent it to the group chat.

Channie

Hey, if I had known you were going with Y/N I would have joined

Jeongin

Ditto

Jisung

Did you guys eat chicken?

Changbin

Was it good? Did you save me any?

Felix

Nope, none left for people who don't want to wait for me to eat

Y/N

Yeah, Felix and I had a lot of fun... wish you guys could have been here

Seungmin

Heyy.... wanna grab us some before you come home?

Felix

hmmmm NAH

You and Felix giggled at how jealous they were. You got up to grab the trash but he beat you to it. You put your masks back on and headed out. Felix walked you home and then left for the night.

You were getting ready for bed when you noticed some more text messages. One each from Minho and Chan.

Channie

Did you make it home okay?

Y/N

Yeah, just got in a little bit ago. Felix is on his way back now.

Channie

Okay, sleep well

Y/N

Night... daddy ;)

You laughed at your silly text then went to read Minho's.

Minho

What did you wear today?

Y/N

Wouldn't you like to know?

Minho

I would, that is why I asked kitten

Y/N

awe, too bad then huh? Already got out of it.

Minho

Oh yeah, what are you wearing now then?

You decided to play with him a little bit so you laid out your pjs on your bed before you put them on and sent him a picture.

Y/N

Just this probably

Minho

You haven't put it on yet?

Y/N

... nope

Minho

Plan on putting it on?

Y/N

hmmm maybe, guess you wont know though, will you? ;)

And with that, you decided to get dressed and go to bed. You could hear your phone receiving messages from your bedside table but you chose to ignore it. A little annoyance would do Minho some good every once in a while.

**

You woke up in the morning with a great attitude, it was partially due to the fact that you were sassy last night but also because you knew that you would get to see Chan and Hyunjin today to show them the dance parts for Red Lights and get their thoughts now that the company approved it.

You got dressed in your normal work attire and headed out as soon as you could. You wanted to be at work and ready to go for later. When you arrived at work you went to the practice room that you and Seojun usually used and you were surprised that he was already there.

"Hey, Y/N! I am actually glad you are here so early!" he said when you walked in.

"Hey, what's up?" you asked, it seemed like he wanted to tell you something important so you put your things down in the back of the room and went to join him.

"Our boss thinks it is a good idea for you to teach me the other part of the choreography so we can show them both parts at once later today. Do you think you can teach me it before this afternoon?"

You got extremely excited, you were hoping that you wouldn't have to show the two alone what the dance was going to look like and you were very comfortable with Seojun as a dance partner. You agreed and got to work teaching him what would be Hyunjin's part. It fit because he was taller and his moves most closely resembled Hyunjin's dance style.

Seojun was an extremely fast learner. He had the dance down an hour before lunch and you both had plenty of time to go over it several times before you went to grab food.

On the way down to the company cafeteria, you ran into Changbin. He was walking in the opposite direction from you and had headphones in but didn't seem to notice you. You and Seojun continued walking while you shot the group text a message asking how their days were. When you got your food you managed to look down at your messages. You had been ignoring them most of the day but you finally had time to look at them.

Minho's messages from last night basically said that you would pay for your sass the next time he saw you. You laughed at the thought of what he was planning. Seojun heard you laugh and asked what was so funny but you brushed it off and went back to your messages. The group was doing well today. Everyone seemed to be extra busy this Tuesday morning so there weren't a lot of messages.

You finished your lunch quickly and waited for Seojun to finish his food.

"Did you want to head up early to go through it a couple more times before they came? I am finished with my food," Seojun asked you. You agreed and headed up to your practice room together.

When you walked in, Seojun walked to the computer and went to set the music but decided to pause before he started it.

"What's up? Something wrong?" you asked him. He looked pretty deep in thought.

"No, nothing is wrong. I just think, as your dance partner... that I should have your phone number?"

"Sure, I am kind of surprised you didn't ask before," you told him truthfully. It had taken him way longer than you anticipated for him to ask for it.

You handed him your phone to put his number in just as Chan and Hyunjin walked into the room. You know Chan could see that Seojun had your phone in his hand but he ignored it. You were happy that he trusted you enough to not cause a fuss about it.

Seojun handed you back your phone and you added his name in his contact before saving it. You sent him a quick text with your name so he would have your number then put your phone away in your bag.

You turned to Chan and Hyunjin and greeted them. They said hello back to you and you set about putting some music on for a warm-up before getting started.

"So Seojun and I are going to show you the dance to the parts of Red Lights that need choreo, I am doing Chan's part and Seojun will be Hyunjin. You can record it if you want since we won't have much time today to work on the dance together," you spoke to them.

Chan agreed that recording it would be a good idea and set himself in the front of the room with Hyunjin and took out his phone to record it.

Now was the moment that you got a little nervous, you walked to the back of the room and grabbed the chains that were there from earlier. Hyunjin's eyes were wide as he took them in but you couldn't see Chan's face because he was hiding it with his phone. That was a small comfort, so you readied yourself and nodded to Seojun to start the song as you took your place.

The first part of the dance used chains and the effect was breathtaking. Seojun had performed it with perfection, just as you hoped. There was a small break to get in position for the next part and that too was done with no mistakes. The whole dance went flawlessly, you completely forgot who you were dancing in front of and just went with the feel of the music. And when the end came, and Seojun grabbed you by the throat, it made the two watching gasp in surprise.

You stepped away from Seojun and asked them what they thought. It was quiet for a minute while they composed themselves.

"We are going to dance like that?! I am so excited! You did awesome, Y/N," Chan showered you with compliments.

"Thanks! I was told to go verrry sexy for this dance and I hope I did it justice," and you were honest, you really did hope that it would be done justice.

Hyunjin was still quiet but his expression changed to one of being ready for anything.

Seojun left after a little bit, he had an appointment to go to. You thanked him for his help and he left.

You spent the rest of the time breaking down the dance for Hyunjin and Chan. Since there was not a whole lot of dance to go through they got down the gist of the first two parts pretty quickly.

It was cute because they kept getting nervous with each other as they danced. They would take a couple of tries to compose themselves and almost put on a different persona to get through to moves, and when they were done they would break apart instantly and start giggling.

It was the most fun you had in a while, getting to teach just the two of them. They paid close attention when you were in teaching mode but when the switch was flipped, they knew how to make you laugh really well.

You had about an hour left of time to practice and you wanted to go through the dance at least once today before they left. You had them watch the last part of the dance a couple of times on Chan's phone before you broke down the moves for them further. You practiced once with Chan, you playing the part of Hyunjin. You when move by move, your nerves climbing as it reached the moment when you would grab him by his neck. And when it did happen, it felt very out of place.

Hyunjin was laughing at the size difference between the two of you when you turned around.

"Oh yeah, you think it's so funny? Your turn. Come over here," you told him sternly.

He stopped laughing and put on his business persona. It really seemed like dancing Hyunjin was a whole other being really. His facial expressions were insane even when he was learning. He wanted to match the right emotion for every second. You admired his drive.

And when it was his turn to reach the end of the song, it looked like he enjoyed gripping your throat more than he should have. It felt almost real as your eyes rolled back. And when you turned to look back at him, you know he felt the same. His persona was gone and something else entirely was playing behind his eyes as he looked down at you.

You had to clear your throat and step away before anything else progressed. You smiled at them both and asked if they could go through the last part of the dance together while you watched. They were a little nervous but agreed. You went to relaying the counts in the front of the room as you watched them. They did a pretty good job for a first run through and you were happy with the progress on day one.

You were just about to tell them that they should go through the song once fully when there was a knock at the door. Minho entered the room and shut the door behind him.

"Hey, how is the sexy dance going?" he asked curiously. You knew they were all curious about what it was going to look like. This concept was so new for the group so you figured they would all ask to see it at some point before they were ready.

"Y/N and her dance partner let me record the full thing so we could see how it is supposed to look. Want to see?" Chan asked him.

You didn't even think about the fact that they would be able to show everyone the video. You didn't even know what the video looked like. Guess it was best to rip off that bandaid all at once. You went to stand near Chan as he pulled out the video to show Minho.

To be fair to yourself, it looked like you were really enjoying the dance. Your facial expressions met your expectations for how you wanted them to look. You spent too long analyzing everything to really capture the fact that it looked sexual. Minho had the same reaction that the others had when the end came, his gasp matching the one that you could hear over the video.

They all looked at you at that point, a thousand words in their eyes as they stared.

#bangchansmut #bangchan #bangchan smut #straykids #stray kids #straykids smut #bangchan x reader #chris bang #stray kids smut #hyunjin #bang chan smut #skz smut #skz #lee know #lee minho #lee felix #leeknow #leeknow smut #lee know smut

[league-of-thots]

YeeHawks

Pairing: Hawks x female reader

Word Count: 3.3k+

Warnings: 18+, alcohol, riding, is cowboy kink a warning?

A/N: not the way y’all wanted me to return, but the way y’all deserve lol. i didnt really have the energy to give it an in depth edit but sometimes it be like that

         You wipe the sweat from your brow, the sun is high in the bright, cloudless sky. It means that the heat is just pouring down in waves from the sky though, and you curse the fact that you’d agreed to switch shifts with one of the other farmhands that had asked you the day before. Part of you wants to find Kirishima and reem him out, but you know he’s a sweetheart and wouldn’t have ever done something that would make things harder for you on purpose.

         Having said that, imagining giving the man a piece of your mind makes it easier for you to grit your teeth and put your back into heaving large packets of grains into a wheelbarrow for the pigs, so that you wouldn’t have to make as many trips. Instead, it would just be one hellish trip, and a lot less walking in the heat.

         Wiping the stray dirt on your pants you sigh. You feel sticky and can feel the grit on your face, on your arms. You must smell something fierce, though you know compared to the pigs you’d be feeding in a few minutes, you smelt like a bed of flowers.

         You feel the strain on your back as you finally finish loading the wheelbarrow and start to haul it over to the south side of the Academy farm. The ground is rough, and you feel the jarring of the weight in your shoulders, you’re going to be so sore tomorrow.

         After you finish feeding the pigs, you take the supplies back to where they belong and head off to start some of your final tasks of the day. One is milking the cows, and the other being your favourite, plowing some of the dirt to prepare for the new season.

         Is it a bit stupidly cliché that you love riding the big tractor while the sun lowers in the sky? Maybe. Is it worth it? Absolutely. It’s one of the best views you’ve seen in your life. Plus, it always helps clear your mind from a day of hard work so that when you enter one of the farmhouses, you’re ready to do whatever else you need to get done.

         When you park the tractor back to its spot in the barn, you see a few of the other farmhands talking together. They’re laughing with one another, and you wave to them as you walk out with your overcoat and keys.

         You’re in a daze until you realize you’ve somehow already started up a warm shower, standing under the steam to relieve your body from the stress of the day. Your muscles feel so much better with the hot water on them and the steam makes you feel as if you’re in stasis. It’s good because tomorrow is going to be a big day, the August festival, a celebration that the community holds as a sort of last hurrah before the season gets busy once again.

         After you’re clean and put together, you head downstairs to have a quick conversation with the couple other farmhands that share the house with you. You need to check if there’s anything else you need to do to help with the final preparations for tomorrow. The four of you had made some homebrew cider to share with the other townspeople, and it tasted quite good, despite being a little heavy on the alcohol. But nobody would be complaining about that, of course.

         “Mmm, I think its fine.” Mina says, faced scrunched up in thought. “We did pretty well with it for sure.”

         “I agree,” you reply. “Just wanted to make sure I could pass out for the night. I’m fucking dead.” She laughs a little at that.

         “Gotta make sure you have the energy for tomorrow. I hear that it’s going to be extra wild.” She waggles her eyebrows. “You know that there’s going to be a horse-ridin’ performance from our sheriff’s department, but there’s also gonna be some cowboys over here to show off some of their skills too.”

         You’re slightly intrigued at that. Maybe, you’ll even get to see him again… but, better not get your hopes up too much. Instead, you say, “That would definitely be a treat for all the hard work that this year’s been.”

         Mina nods sagely at that. “If I see that blonde, twink of a cowboy I’m goin’ to make him my bitch. Because I deserve it.” That brings a snort out of you, but you pray a little for Denki if you do see him tomorrow, because lord knows he’s going to need it.

         The two of you chat for a little while longer before you wish her a good night and head up to get some rest. You do have a busy day to get ready for after all.

           You wake up early the next day, ready to quickly get your tasks done so you can let loose with friends and community members that night. You wish that you don’t have to do any work, but you can’t have everything you want.

         So, you drag yourself out of bed, muscles tight and body sore, to quickly grab a protein bar and a cleaner pair of working clothes. Your overalls are starting to sport holes and there are some dark stains that just won’t ever come off. You need new ones, you think, as you walk towards the horse pen.

         You love the horses, how sweet most of them are and how peaceful it is in their separated area. It’s especially nice in the early morning, with a crisp breeze and the sun peeking out on the horizon. You grab the feed mix that someone had mixed the day before and drag it over to the troughs, where there are already some of the animals waiting for you to arrive. The horses have learned to expect people in the morning, and some of the more assertive ones wait at the fence to be the first ones to get to eat.

         While they feed, you prepare the cleaning tools inside the small stable that is connected to the fenced off pen. You take each horse that’s finished eating into the small shelter to clean their hooves, brush out their mane and body, and then your favourite part, riding them for a few laps of the enclosure to make sure they run a bit each day.

         It’s while you’re dismounting a cute mare named Starlight when you hear a low whistle from behind you. Someone’s obviously been watching you, and sitting there just outside the enclosure.

“Damn, baby, wonder if you could ride me as good as those horses there.” You feel a vein ticking in your head as you recognize the voice. He’s supposed to be getting ready for the group event, not bothering you while you try to get some fucking work done before you can finally relax and celebrate.

         You turn your body and inwardly groan as your suspicions are confirmed, sitting there waiting is a certain cowboy who’s always managed to piss you off greatly every time one of his short visits brings him to the UA farms.

         “Hello, Hawks.” You grit your teeth as you move towards the next horse that you’re about to take care of.

         “I’m wounded, really, that you don’t sound pleased ta see me, angel.” There’s a satisfied smirk on his face. He really does get off on toying around with you and seeing how much he can piss you off. So, you take a deep breath and calm yourself.

         “Now, why would you expect anything different? I haven’t forgotten the last time you came aroun’-“

         He waves you off. “You’re bein’ ridiculous. It was a harmless joke.”

         “I had to clean the stables for TWO WEEKS.” He just laughs at your anger, totally unphased. It grinds your gears more, the cheeky grin on his face that charms everyone around him, whittling down your intense irritation.

         “Well, if anythin’ everyone else certainly enjoyed it.” You grumble out some choice words about him, making sure they’re loud enough for him to here, as you start brushing out the mane of the mare in front of you. He seems pleased with himself, leaning on the fence, head on his hands.

         “Do you not have somewhere to be? Something you should be practicing for?” He lazily waves away your attempts to get him away from the work you’d like to finish up.

         “Who needs practice? I know exactly what I’ve gotta do so there’s no real reason for me to waste my energy before the actual performance.” He says it with a casual arrogance, that you know comes from years of experience and absolute confidence in his abilities. “The only thing I wanna do right now is try all of the good I know y’all made for the party tonight.”

         You give him an unimpressed look. “Just because we know each other does not mean that I’m going to just give you the cider meant for the community.” He pouts “You can try it when everyone else does later.”

         “Yeah, but we have a special connection.” He grins and you splutter, embarrassed and trying to put away the memories of your bodies pressed together and calloused fingers in your cunt.

         “Jesus, Hawks. Shut up.” You look around furtively, checking to see if anyone would’ve overheard.

         “You like me loud.” God, his smug look makes you feel hot and bothered.

         “Get outta here so I can finish my work, damn it.” He just laughs, turning around before turning back.

         “You better save me some of the goodies y’all made up for after the performance.”

         “Yeah, whatever,” you grumble, face flushed and mind now distracted with memories of Hawks’ hands tangled in your hair.

           “Well, now. This is delicious.” Your eyes follow his tongue that darts out to lick the drop of the cider that had dripped onto his lips. You’d made sure to fill a plate up with the treats that had been spread around the outdoor tables, lanterns hung up around them not only for ease of finding them, but also to light up the evening. “You helped make this?”

         “Yup. You wouldn’t believe how difficult it was between never having done it before and Mina’s enthusiasm. God bless Momo, without her we wouldn’t have gotten it done.” He laughs, and you can’t help that you can’t keep your eyes off of him.

         He was slightly sweaty from his earlier performance, which had been perfectly executed, tank top tucked into worn jeans with a feather-like buckle. His eyes are scanning the crowd around as the two of you lean on the outside of the saloon, the inside being too filled with inebriated or high adults to even try to squeeze into a seat.

         “So, how’s life been around here since I last visited?” he asks between bites of some spicey brisket, obviously enjoying it.

         “Ah, not much. Just the usual social drama. Actually, Shinsou almost got his dick sliced off by some machinery someone had fucked around with. I swear to god that man has the worst luck I’ve ever seen.”

         “Holy shit, sure does sound like it.”

         “But yeah, it’s just living day to day for me now. Not much new happens out here, as you very well know.” He shrugs.

         “Might as well see. What’s even keeping you here, then?”

         “Not everyone needs to be on the road their whole life to be happy, Hawks.”

         “I suppose. More cider?”

         “Sure.”

           You’ve drank way too much, you know that. But the fuzziness in your head just makes you want to keep going, to have fun and make up for all the time you lose working long hours every day.

         Besides, Hawks is there beside you, egging you on and matching you drink for drink. His hands always seem to be on your body, either squeezing your ass, wrapped around your shoulders or waist. It makes you feel warm, and you know he’s teasing you, trying to rile you up. He wants to see how bothered he can make you before you snap and drag him off to some private place.

         You’re determined to beat him out though. So, you lean into his body space and trace your hands over his arms, the insides of his wrists. You hear his breath hitch, though his attention is kept on whatever conversation is happening in front of you.

         Of course, this is Hawks, who has just as much patience as a saint, despite being as far from one as possible. But you’re drunk and turned on and the teasing is too much for you to handle, so when there’s a brief pause in the activity around the two of you, you pull him down so you can whisper in his ear how much you want him.

         He grins, “Might as well head back to your place then.” You agree and drag him with you.

         The moment you’re in the house, you wrap your arms around his neck so you can bring his lips to yours. Its messy and rushed, but it’s relieving at the same time. The two of you have done this enough in the few times that he passes through that he’s comfortable enough to let you take charge for a bit.

         “You can’t even wait ‘til we’re upstairs, sugar?” he chuckles, drawing out each word. You feel the rumble of them, pressed up as you are against his chest.

         “Shut up, Hawks.” You grumble, pulling him towards your room if that’s what it’ll take to get his dick out faster.

         After rushing in the room, you kick the door shut behind you and immediately get back to kissing him. This time, he makes more of an effort to assert himself, holding your face in his hands and licking into your mouth. You sigh into him, your hands finding his heated skin beneath his shirt as the pace slows down from the frantic rush it had been. It becomes sensual, and you can feel him getting more aroused as he slowly shifts his hands, starting to grind into you.

         You pull away from him, getting some air as you start to take off his shirt. He enthusiastically moves to help and you get to admire his muscles stretch as he does. Obviously, life constantly on the road does wonders for your abs.

         “You too, sugar. You’re gonna make me feel underdressed.” He says as he moves to take off the rest of his garments. A laugh slips out of you as you hastily get out of your outfit. When you turn your attention back to him, he’s sitting on the bed and he gestures for you to join him.

         When you do, he kisses you again, intensely, as he guides you onto your back. You sigh as he kisses down the side of your jaw to mark your neck, reaching blindly for the lube and condoms beside the bed.

         He quickly slides it on and you hear the squelching of lube as he moves in a rush. You don’t have time to make fun of him though, because as soon as he’s finished, he spreads your legs and puts the head of his dick at your entrance.

         He groans, closing his eyes as he enters you, and its uncomfortable for a little bit. Soon enough though, you relax, and start to feel great as he moves his hips slowly against you. Hawks fucks deeply, you know this from your times before, but each time it feels just as tantalizing as the last.

         “Hawks, please.” You pant, trying to wiggle a little bit just to get some friction, some tiny relief for the edging you’ve been through. He just gives you a smirk, as he keeps you completely locked between him and the mattress. You tense so hard he groans on top of you, but he doesn’t let you move, dick still sitting snug inside your cunt.

         “Well, let’s see those barebacking skills you were showin’ off earlier then, hmm?” he says, his voice low and gruff. With ease, he gets the both of you turned around so you’re now sitting with your ass on his thighs, hands clamped tight on your waist keeping you in place while he lays back on the headboard. He nods satisfactorily, looking you up and down with lidded eyes. “Y’know, I like this view much better, baby. What a pretty picture you make right on top of me.” Part of you wants to roll your eyes, but the warmth that his words give you makes the impulse disappear.

         “You know, Hawks, in order for me to show you said skills, you’re going to have to let me move.” He laughs as you try and lift yourself against the pressure he’s putting, obviously unable to really do anything. “Seriously, you dick, lemme move.”

         “But the face you make when I play these little games with you is so cute, sugar.” He’s got a faux innocent smile across his face and you pout and cross your arms in response. “Okay, okay, I’m done. I promise,” he says, letting off all the pressure, but keeping the two of you connected at the hips.

         “Thank you.” you quip, starting a quicker pace than the one Hawks had been setting, gravity still making it just as deep as before.

         Being drunk obviously makes Hawks that much louder, or maybe it’s the change up in position, you can’t be sure. But, his praises, his deep moans, the lewd noises from the slapping of your body against his hips, it all makes you feel hot as hell.

         You look down, seeing Hawks’ eyes widened and excited, he grins when he notices your look and begins to rock up into you. You throw your head back in as he hits deep within you, crying out his name. Hearing it obviously enthuses him as he grunts in exertion, starting to thrust upwards harder, and you feel your body responding, muscles tightening as you get closer to your climax.

         “God, you’re gorgeous like this, y’know?” he gets out through gritted teeth. “I’m not going to be able to last much longer…” He’s panting, fingers digging into your hips sharply, sure to leave marks.

         “Please, I wanna cum Hawks!”

         “Tell me what you need, sugar, I’ll give it to you.” Hearing that makes you smile, he was always so attentive to your needs.

         “Touch me…”

         “You gotta tell me where for that.” Even when so close to his climax, somehow, Hawks manages to be cheeky. However, when he’s fucking you this well, it’s much easier to let the teasing roll off your back.

         “My clit, Hawks. You do know what that is, right?” He lets out a genuine laugh at that, before sending one hand down towards the bundle of nerves.

         It’s enough, between the stimulation and the deep thrusts into your cunt, that you feel yourself tighten and cry out, cumming hard onto his cock. You lean into him, kissing him hard as pleasure courses through your body.

         He works you through it, breathing heavily, you can feel his pulse skittering under your hands. You feel him twitch within you, and an idea forms in your mind. Mind wrapped up in pleasure, you act on the thought immediately, bringing your hands to his chest to play with his nipples.

         He loves it, making keening noises as you work, legs shaking with effort to stay up and keep pace with him. You let him take the lead and you hear him shout and arch up as you pinch his buds, feeling him release.

         He thrusts a couple more times, lazily and slowly, kissing the top of your head as you settle down to lie on his chest for a few minutes.

         You breath deeply, content in the moment. You know after you clean up and rest, he’ll be gone on the road once again, so you relax, enjoying the presence.

#jays writes #Smut #hawks x reader

[bowtied-pasta]

Soulmate marathon part 5

Your soulmate’s thoughts about you are written on your body

Character: Dark

You were one of the few.... you didnt know wether you should be proud of where you are now, or afraid of how quickly you were picked up by these people.

‘People’ was actually stretching it, if what they said was to be believed. You were living with monsters. Demons too, apparently. But as long as you lived under his roof, they wouldnt touch you.

The two men that had picked you up had led you to ‘speak’ with him, very briefly. The rules and expectations of being allowed to live while living here were very easy to follow. You would have no reason to break them, seeing as you were smart enough to comprehend the other options if you couldnt follow them.

Your room was nice enough, bare with the exceptions of a bed and closet. No extra clothes, you would have to figure something out tomorrow. The two men, who had told you to call them Brian and Tim, had told you that you should probably try to either get some rest or explore a bit. The place was big, so it would probably do you some good to figure out just where the fuck you were, housewise.

So after leaving a bracelet you had been wearing on your door knob, you ventured back to the front door that you had been ushered through earlier, hoping to find something new from your starting point.

You slowly walk down the stairs, not quite use to the spacing, taking your time and actually trying to remember where you came from so that you wouldnt have to ask for help from others. You didnt want any favors over your head this early.

Finding yourself wandering around aimlessly after a while, you began to wonder just how the fuck this place was set up if you hadnt found anybody else yet. Then again, you werent even sure you wanted to.

Speaking too soon, you see two men round the corner. These guys are killers? They look like they popped straight out of a videogame... then again, one of them did have grey skin. Were those red eyes you saw on both of them? Monsters then. Or perhaps this is your first run in with demons?

They see you before you can do anything to remove yourself from confrontation, seeing them both perk up and take an immediate interest in you.

“Oh, they didnt say when you would be here. Youre the new one, right? Whats your name?”

The smaller of the two speaks up, a yellow blonde with pointed ears, you noticed the albino next to him had much of the same. Pointed ears, red eyes.... they could be brothers for all you know.... is that rude to assume?

You jostle yourself out of your thoughts to give your name, offering a small smile but not much more. You didnt expect much in the friends department, but if they were this friendly, then maybe you could be. Eventually.

“Cool, cool. Well Im Ben and this is D-“

“Names Dark, but you can call me any time because your looks are killer, babe.”

Dark interupts Ben in the middle of his introduction. Did he just.... hit on you? With a killer pun? Seriously? What a nerd. Definetly not what you expected in a place full of what you knew were all killers to some degree.

“Um... call you, huh? Hate to be a heart breaker, but I dont have a phone and I most certainly dont have your number.”

His face loses its smirk, seemingly taken back by the fact that you didnt have a phone.

“Its possible that you’ll need one for missions, so one of us will take care of that for you now that we know. Were you trying to find something? This place is huge, so getting lost is pretty easy.”

You hesitate, not really wanting to be a bother, but they knew more about this place than you did. Couldnt hurt to take the help. But as you opened your mouth to tell them that you were just looking around, you paused. Should you really take help from these people.... I mean.... youre supposedly just like them, so its not like youre not expecting anything bad from them.

“Yeah, uh... was just looking around. Trying to figure the place out.”

You play with your sleeves, pushing them up when your nerves seem to make the room heat up a bit. Last thing you need is to look like a nervous wreck in front of these two.

They both glance down at your nervous movements, doing a double take as their eyes go wide. More specifically Dark is more shocked than Ben, only a questioning raise of the brow as he focuses on your arm.

“Whats that? Tattoo?”

Ben points at it, curiousity burning in his eyes making you glance at your arm. You know you dont have any tattoos there, and you understand why he would be confused if it was a tattoo. This... thats a soulmate bond.

‘They dont belong here’

You could see others, but they didnt matter much. Your soulmate didnt think you belonged here, which means it was one of the four or five youve already met, but you didnt want to focus on that right now.

“No. Its not. Thanks for the offer for help finding shit, but im obviously not meant to be here.”

And with that you turn on your heel, briskly making your way back to your room that you took an embarassingly long time to find, even with the bracelet you had left on the handle. Just as you go to close the door, Dark shoves it open and takes your arm to look at closer.

“Hey! Where the fuck did you come from? What do you want?”

You struggle to pull your arm out of his hold, wanting to hide your shame over what your soulmate seemed to think of you.

“Did you even read the others?”

His red hues gaze deep into yours, his stare freezing you as you realize that maybe you should glance over the others as well.

‘Kinda hot’

‘Must be crazy wicked to end up here, looking like that’

You brush over what you could see, your gaze flickering over all the different little first time opinions your soulmate thought of you. They were.... good. If you can call corny with a side of horny ‘good.’

“Heh... Why do you care what I think about these thoughts?”

His thumb brushes along your vein, featherlight tracing leaving you with goosebumps as his gaze softens.

“Because those thoughts are mine, soulmate.”

#dark link #soulmate au #soulmate marathon #creepypasta x reader

[ivyuns]

landing in my heart: paragliding

han jisung

genre: angst

word count: 2.1k

warnings: location spots are in north and south korea, language, mentions of mines, weapons, death, cliffhanger, if i missed anything plz lmk :)

A/N: first part of landing in my heart series! changsik is y/n’s helper for la vie en rose

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“tomorrow, the story about you and actor sangu will be posted”

“itll say how you two were just pranking fans that you two are together. as you see, the picture just shows that you were just holding his wrist. plus your face is blurred so there shouldnt be a problem” changsik says.

you turn off your phone and start paying attention to changsik. “okay but can we do something about the blur effect?” you asked. “oh, do you want me to ask them to blur your face more?” “no, its just that they put the effect on my earrings. you know those earrings are rare to get in the collection”

everyone in the meeting takes a big sigh. “ah, purchasing manager. what are you going to do?” you asked as he slams his note taking book close. “pardon?” “the earrings, purse, shoes. you need to make sure theyre in stock at all times” nodding his head, he goes to restock the items you told him to.

exiting your office, everyone talks about you. “is that her?” “she looks ugly in person” “hes probably with her for her money”. continuing walking behind your bodyguards, you get a call from an unknown number.

“look at you. you look like a celebrity or something”

“who is this?”

“i- you dont even have my number saved? its your eldest brother, sejun.  anyways since you dont keep up with the news, dad is coming back home from probation. you should probably come by the house and greet him”

pausing your tracks, “is this your number?” “yes, please just save it” “dont get another number or blocking it for two times will be annoying” you said and blocked sejun.

hesitating to enter your family’s house as you heard sejun and sehyeong argue about who will be deserves to inherit the family company during diner and your dad yelling out where were you. stepping into the house, the house was quiet.

“hello dad. congratulations on getting out on probation. i heard you wanted me to be here. is there anything you need to speak to me about?”

“you should move back in” “is that all? i was wondering why. you look great by the way. please take care of your heath. i just came here to say hello so ill be leaving now” you waved goodbye and walked towards the exit.

“i want you to take my position” you dad tells you before you could exit the room. “dad!” your brothers yell out. turning around, you see everyone looking at you as your mom shakes her head towards you. “you left home and started your own company for 10 years, i think you deserve it”

hesitating to answer, you agreed to take the position which annoyed the brothers. finally exiting the room, you left the house with fear in you.

“shall we start?” you asked as everyone gets your parachute ready for paragliding. running off the cliff, you begin floating in the sky with a huge smile on your face. “miss yoon, please be careful!”

peacefully enjoying the scenery, you take notes on how beautiful it was. you then see a floating tractor. worry takes place as you realize theres a tornado happening. trying to not get in it, the wind forcefully takes you to the tornado, making you scream out for help.

-

north korean boarder

jisung heads to the northern side of demilitarized zone to patrol with company five and a few other soldiers and hears shooting going on. quietly walking into the direction of everything going on as a group, jisung stops as soon as he hears what type of guns theyre using.

“captain han, theyre heading into this direction, judging by the sound of the gunshots” hyunjin pauses, “maybe its a deserter from the south-” “the combat site is 400m away from our current location. going in at 11 o’clock, total count is 10. k2 automatic title, six in total. and tokarev tt-33, three are in use” jisung tells them.

“whats tt-33?” seungmin asked. “theyre our camrades” jisung answered and started walking with his group behind him. seeing whats going on as he saw three men on the ground and the military of the south, he gave him group a signal to continue walking. lifting their guns up, the southern sees them and puts their guns up as well.

“step back. take one more step and youll enter our garrison” jisung shouts out. “hand these three over and well be gone” one of the soldiers said. “theyre our camrades” jisung answers. “captain! we got the state security departments approval and came here to hunt deers but we got lost by the tornado” one of the men on the ground said.

“they crossed the southern limit line and caught digging cultural artifacts” the same soldier said and shows proof. “is anyone injured?” jisung asked as the southern military puts their guns towards him more. “the problem is solved. put your guns down and we will too. i swear on my countrys honor and will stictly punish them. when it comes to punishments, we, the north will certainly outdo the south. well drop our weapons on the count of three.”

by the count of three, everyone puts their weapons down. the three men on their knees sees a gun in front of them and grabs it. trying to shoot the soldiers, jisung quickly grabs them. everyone puts their guns up till- “just return, dont get into conflict with the north” “do you hear me? dont conflict with the south” the radios from both sides said.

after gathering the three men and tying them, company five got them as jisung stayed behind. making sure the south was gone.

back at the gate, jisung is in front of the car that the three men are in as he waits from cheolgang to arrive. seeing him arrive, he stands up straight and salutes him, as well as hyunjin and seungmin. cheolgang sees the three men in the car and turns to jisung.

“greetings sir. company five is is on standby to transfer the grave robbers, who we arrested in the northen demilitarized zone” jisung tells cheolgang. “good work. anything else?” jisung relaxes and tells him how some of the fences were down due to the tornado. “we should tighten security for the area thats damanged until everything is fixed”

cheolgang nods his head. “they probably crossed the southern line due to misunderstanding so let their punishment be lenient” “it happened in our patrol zone. this cannot be taken lightly” “you are well aware that the state security department gave them permission for them to be here” cheolgang says.

“are you saying that they gave them permission to pass the demilitarized zone just to collect artifacts?” jisung asked, feeling annoyed with cheolgang. “of course not, captain han” he chuckles, making company five tensed. “i told the south that they will be taken for punishment, and i shall keep that promise” “do whatever you want, but i do have a promise. i, jo cheolgang, never go easy on anyone. no matter what their ranks are. if you create any act that may threaten our army security, youll be finished right on the spot. but of course, youll never do that” cheolgang finishes. jisung salutes him as he leaves.

south korea

“but i need to get there, i need to see miss yoon” changsik says as he heard people said that youre nowhere to be found. as he sees someone on the stretcher, he starts tearing up as he thinks youre dead. the police comforts him and sees the cameraman that was supposed to take videos of you in the sky. “hey! wheres my boss?” changsik yells at him. “i dont know” he cries out in pain. “didnt you have a camera? why didnt you take a video of everything?” “in that situation, i couldnt. i nearly died!”

changsik was left alone as the rest of the rescue crew tried to find you. “gosh why did you have to make yourself do this y/n”

-

north korean boarder

you wake up, high up in a tree. as you yell out for help. as jisung and seungmin is around the area, he stops walking and asks seungmin if he heard anything. shaking his head, seungmin gets a call from the other company five members, asking for him to come back and help with the fence. jisung gives him a signal to go and looks around the area.

as jisung sees you in the trees, you look down. “excuse me, can you help me get out of here” seeing his metal and gun pointing at you, you quickly unbuckle everything and falls onto jisung. realizing, you quickly get off of him.

“ah, did you come here from the north? are you a defector? welcome to the republic of korea” you said. “r-republic of korea? i think youre mistaken. i didnt go to the south. you came to the north” not believing what he said, you looked around and saw his serious face. “since you came here, youll be taken for investigation” jisung says. “huh?! wait i didnt mean to come here at all-” “then explain everything to them like that.

after arguing, you ran but was stopped by jisung yelling you to stop since theyre mines in the area. “dont move or else youll loose an ankle-” jisung pause as he accidentally steps on a mine. “are you okay” you asked. “im fine” “are you sure because you dont look fine-” “i said im fine!”

jisung grabs his walkie talkie to call seungmin for help when his grip failed and the device fell into the river. walking to the walkie talkie, you picked it up. “thank you for picking it up-” “who said i was gonna give it to you?” jisung sighs. “tell me which way i need to go first” “follow the path and when you meet with two paths, take the right one”

after telling you the directions, seungmin calls out jisungs name. “im here!’’ jisung yells out. fear taking over you, you quickly ran.

seungmin finds jisung on a mine and quickly sets him free. “captain han, is there anything wrong?” seungmin asks. “let the crew know that someone is in the zone by accident” “huh? is it a spy?” “no, a south korean girl who accidentally came here” seungmin nods his head and lets the crew know what happened by radio.

as you ran, you took the left path instead, not trusting jisung. you came across of a field that had a sign saying ‘mine field’. turning around to a safer route, you see the soldiers looking for you. headed to the minefield instead, you ran through it and the soldiers made a detour to get you.

as seungmin and hyunjin are trying to get you, you saw a broken tree on the fence, thinking it will lead you to the south again. as youre on the top, you see the two men giving you signals to not go there. not listening, you jumped over the fence as you saw hyunjin raise his gun at you and fired.

as you kept running, you passed jeongin who was reading a letter from his mother in the fields. as you were running still, you ran into a forest and tripped on a rock. “mom-” you said quietly. trying to pull yourself up, you go back into the past. everytime you fell, you would always cry out for your moms name. but realizing how weak you relationship with her was weak and she was not here with you.

regaining your strength, you got up and walked.

back in south korea, your mom gets a call saying that you were lost and tells the rest of the family. sejun and sehyeong and their wives are pleased, knowing that one of them will get their dads position.

“honey, you need to make sure you get this position” sanga tells sehyeong. “but you still need to find minseok” sehyeong nods. “dont worry sanga”

“hyung. do you think sehyeong will find me?” minseok asks mr oh. “i think we should go somewhere else, i dont think its safe here anymore” minseok nods his head and packs up to go somewhere else.

as an old lady asks for a ride as she sees military trucks, she was rejected. she then sees three men in one of the trucks. as they hit the end of the road, she sees another truck hitting them and another one, making the truck that the three men are in fall into a ravine and explode. she gathers her stuff and tries to run away when another truck runs into her.

after walking for miles in the dark, you ran into a village. feeling relieved, you smiled. until you saw the lights shut on, you were met with music going on. seeing everyone getting ready for their morning routine, she now believes shes deeper into north korea,

just as the leader enters the village, jisung quickly grabbed you and hid you in his chest from getting caught.

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[flowerslightning]

(Part 2) Cloud Strife and his Mental Illness

a.k.a Psychiatric Disorder

| 1. Memory | ⇦ Click if u havent read it yet

2. Hallucinations, Illusions and Delusions

Since these three things relate well with Cloud's troubled memories, I'll be talking about them first before jumping to his Confused Personality

This post will bore u a bit or maybe a lot 😂 it depends. If ure interested with psychiatric stuff, u'll find this enjoyable as much as i do

Disclaimer : I'm 21 and still a tiny meany student. During my intern at Psychiatric Department, I learned and witnessed psychiatric problems from real life patients. And since Cloud (my fav FF character) has psychiatric issues, I'll be sharing some of my knowledge and interpretation of Cloud's character. Im not diagnosing him, rather i'm giving my own opinion about his status

@nibelheiim created a post about dissociation, she explained about hallucination, PTSD and more. Come and check her out! Her words were more direct and easier to understand. She explained about Psychological matter and she's a real psychology student too!

While my explanation will be more focusing on Psychiatric Topic and words used will be more complicated (with grammar errors). My facts will be based on ICD 10 and DSM-IV

A lot of people were confused with these three terms - Hallucination Illusion Delusion - These terms associated with abnormalities of perception. It is important to understand that this abnormality holds two keys; ● 1. Perception is the process of becoming aware of what is presented through the sense organs. ● 2. Imagery is an experience originating within the mind that usually lacks the sense of reality that is part of perception.

Abnormalities of perceptions have 4 theme, but I'll be focusing on two major types that relate with Cloud: (i) Hallucinations ; (ii) Illusions. Some cases, perception can be normal in intensity and quality but has a changed meaning for the person who experiences it - it is called as Delusional Perception. It is not an abnormal of perceptions, rather it is a disorder of a person's thinking.

Try guessing, how many from these terms does Cloud has?

1. Hallucinations

- A perception experienced in the absence of external stimulus to the corresponding sense organ. Eg - patient hears a voice when no one is speaking within a hearing distance or patient sees something approaching him when visually no one is there. There are 2 qualities to determine a hallucination: ●it is experienced as a true perception●it seems to come from outside of the head●

The above gif, where Sephiroth suddenly appear again before Cloud's eyes even able to touch Aerith's shoulder, it illustrate perfectly the 'Visual Hallucination'. No one can see Sephiroth, other than Cloud himself.

Cloud [Remake] kinda had anxiety when he stared at the fire and later he saw Sephiroth surrounded with flames, then poof, that silver guy disappeared along with the images of fire. He said he was hallucinating stuff after the first bombing mission. Idk how Sephiroth could create fake images of fire around him, either Cloud was really hallucinating or it was really Sephiroth that came to see him. But, this is what we call as 'Visual and Auditory Hallucinations'. Cloud SAW Sephiroth and HEARD him talking when no one else did. I can also add in 'Tactile Hallucination' because he probably felt the burning sensation on his skin from the flame around him that caused him to feel hot and sweating, or probably it was his anxiety that caused him sweating upon meeting Sephiroth with the flashback of his burning hometown

Hallucinations can occur in all sensory modalities; visual, olfactory, auditory etc. In the Remake, the Whispers could only be seen by certain people. To those who couldnt see it, they would be puzzled what was happening to u, and would've thought that u were hallucinating something, like in the case of Aerith.

In Cloud's case, perhaps Cloud [In OG] had auditory hallucination due to his severe case of Mako Addiction. But then, that wasnt exactly a hallucination though, cuz the thing he said "'Coming.. They're coming" was actually true. A monster fell from the sky.

Other 'hallucinations' that Cloud had was the images of Sephiroth that appeared in certain headache. Cloud may claimed it was his hallucinations, but i've read it somewhere that says it was really Sephiroth appeared before his eyes. Sephiroth was messing with Cloud's mind, trying to break his mental in order to control him. However, IF IT WASNT SEPHIROTH that came, Cloud's 'hallucination' would be known as a mental disorder that may lead to severe case - eg Schizophrenia.

2. Illusions

An illusion is a misperception of an external stimulus. It often occur in several circumstances: (i)level of sensory stimulation reduced (ii)attention is not focused on the sensory modality (iii)level of consciousness reduced (iv)being in a state of intense emotion- fear.

Does Cloud has it? Urm, maybe? Well, it can be proven when he saw his 'noisy neighbour next door' as Sephiroth. As stated above, illusions occur in 4 conditions, and Cloud was in number (i) and (iv). When Tifa yelled him to stop, Cloud came back to reality and got really confused when the 'Sephiroth' that attacked him was actually a sick guy. We can also add in 'Hallucinations of Deep sensation' in this scenario bcause Cloud experienced the feelings of being pushed down by 'Sephiroth'.

However, we all know that 'Sephiroth' was real at that moment. For Cloud, he thought it was an illusion, but for us the audience, it was a real thing.

If u want a better explanation and example, try watching Joker the movie. The main theme of the movie was 'mental illness'. There are lots of scenes that shows different type of hallucinations, illusions and also personality disorder.

3. Delusions

a.k.a fixed false belief. A belief that is held firmly despite evidence contrary. A delusion is nearly always a false belief but not always so. There are around 11 types of delusions according to the book. Half of it may suggest Shcizophrenia. Schizophrenia is certainly not in Cloud's case. I've studied one by one the type of delusions and none of them match with Cloud FF7.

I will surely give anyone a good punch in the face if they dare to say Cloud suffers from Schizophrenia. I've met with bunch of patients having it, and the way they see this world is totally different from us.

In some other cases, eg a spiritualist convince a person to believe in his spiritualism and he present with contrary evidence to the non-believer. This non-delusional belief is called 'overvalued ideas'

Overvalued ideas is an isolated , preoccupying and strongly held belief that dominates a person's life and may affect his action. One of the easiest example i can come up with; a friend who had skin cancer may be convinced to her roomate that cancer is contagious, and her roomate suspects any abnormal skin conditions she has is an evidence to show she too, may have developed the same cancer, when the truth is, she's just completely fine.

It is very hard to distinguish between a delusion and overvalued ideas.

I had a patient, he was diagnosed with Schizophrenia. He looked like an ordinary man, but when he talked, it sounded so unreal. He said he had jumped off from 10th floor several times and didnt get a scratch from it. He believed he wont die bcause he had gained super power. He even convinced me to try his 'so-called-secret technique- on how to survive a jump. By doing that often, I will have a superpower like him - a strong physical body. Up until now, I still dont know if he was being deluded with his thought or he was overvalued his idea, bcause from his psychiatric record, he did try to jump off from the second floor of his apartment's balcony a few times.

So, Im not really sure of myself did Cloud [FF7] really had delusion or not. Well, he believed he made it to SOLDIER bcause he had mako eyes. But was it something we called as delusion or was he just overvaluing his idea? He didnt know the truth and his memory messed up. No one could explain to him why he had Mako eyes, except Prof Hojo and Zack who knew the truth

Besides, after Tifa helped with his memory, Cloud accepted the fact he wasnt in SOLDIER. For patient who deluded with their own thoughts, they hardly could believe what people told him.

However, surely Cloud [in AC] had delusions of guilt and worthlessness due to the fact that he believed he had done something shameful and sinful - the main trigger of this theme was, he got infected with Geostigma while he was searching a cure for Denzel. Cloud got depressed with the loss of Aerith and the memory of Zack death had returned, but I think he was recovering very well in that two years time skip. The moment he got Geostigma, he became deluded he was worthless and his depression kicked in again.

Hallucinations and Illusions are normal to be experienced by healthy people, but it wont be if u encounter too many hallucinations & illusions in 2 weeks time. Believe it or not, a lot of people around us are actually mentally ill bcause some of them may have excessive certain delusions, such as delusions of jealousy, grandiose delusions, nihilistic, paranoid etc. Although 'it is consider as normal' in a few circumstance, a few cases need to refer to psychologist and in severer cases, must refer to psychiatrist. If u follow Dr Phil's show, u'll see a bunch of patients have different kind of crazy delusions.

Overall from my statement above, I would conclude that since Sephiroth always appear before Cloud's eyes, this resulting Cloud to think he has both Hallucination and Illusion, when in fact, he's just a normal guy with amnesia and personality confusion. Cloud doesnt have Delusion like how many fans said, neither he has an overvalued idea, even with the evidence of Mako eyes supporting his reasoning + he's a great fighter. I will have to say that perhaps it is his brain defence mechanism that tricks his mind to believe he is a Soldier.

If only Sephiroth stop disturbing Cloud's life, it will be a lot faster to fix Cloud. Tifa alone will be the main strength to get Cloud back to normal. Ah, but this is the beauty of the game. Life wont be exciting without the presence of a beautiful villain and a love triangle (Tifa-Cloud-Sephiroth). Lol Technically I see them trying to fight for Cloud's mental health. Tifa wants to help Cloud with his mental status while Sephiroth is trying to destroy it. Lolololol

My crack theory : Sephiroth says he's going to take Cloud's most precious thing, and he ends up choosing to kill Aerith, but ofc there's another reason why Aerith got killed. But if Sephiroth kills Tifa first, I think he can take over Cloud's mind faster, because then, no one will be holding Cloud back. Honestly no one can ever will, not even Aerith. So does that mean Sephiroth doesnt know about Cloud's deepest secret or is Cloud just good at hiding his weakness?

I WILL UPDATE THE NEXT POST LATER because I've reached tumblr limit images agaiiin. The next part will be focusing about his personality - Personality Disorder

If there is any part that I've mistaken, pls correct me. I'm sorry for my english. English is not my native language, so there are plenty of grammar errors.

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[kacchaneatsass]

heyyy can i request bakugou, iida, tsuyu & jirou reacting to being paired with their crush for a project and they have to spend a lot of time alone together and maybe cute//nsfw stuff happens? c: also i hope youre doing well ily

Its nice to be back to all my babeys : TOP TWO ARE SFW HEADCANNONS, BOTTOM TWO ARE KINDA NOT <3 i may or may not have twisted it a little so they weren't all exactly the same, but I hope you like them anon!!!! Biiiiiig exhale lmao i spent way to long on this ish also just saying the smut kiiiinda sucks cause I haven't written smut in a whole while ALSO I APLAGIZE CAUSE I MAY OR MAY NOT HAVE ACCIDENTALLY FALLEN ASLEEP INSTEAD OF FINISHING WRITING THUS LIKE I SAID CAUSE IM A DWEEB

Tsuyu Asui

She wasn't expecting you to say YES when she invited you over to study

I mean

Not that she was complaining

And the first half hour went well! Lots of studying, flashcard making, and quizzing

And then you got bored

First it was footsies, just kicking each other playfully

And then you rolled over onto your back and laid your head in her lap and her heart nearly exploded out of her chest

Typically shes blunt, its just in her nature, but she didnt want to mess this up

She didnt know how you felt about her, and if it meant losing these little moments with you then she was fine never telling you about her feelings

When you let her card her fingers through your hair, she almost died on the spot when you slowly fell asleep

Jirō Kyoka

Yeah, it was supposed to be studying

Was any studying actually done?

Not in the slightest

As soon as you entered her room, you were already bouncing around and looking at all of her instruments

(She has a ton)

She quickly takes this as an opportunity to show off to you, and offers to teach you how to play some

Guitar is your first pick, seeing as its one of Kyoka's favorites

She loves being able to guide your fingers into place, just the gentle touches sending her heart racing

But you cant seem to get the strumming pattern down

So, without completely thinking, she wraps her legs around you and straddles your waist from behind, reaching around to move your hands

When she realizes what shes just done, she freezes, but you show no signs of discomfort and she slowly lets herself relax a little

With her left hand guiding your fingers to the strings, her right hand grasps yours and she helps you strum along correctly

You unintentionally let your body lean back into hers, your hair brushing her nose, and she melts

Does everything in her power stay like this for the rest of the night, teaching you how to play the guitar while hugging you from behind

Bakugō Katsuki

It wasn't an odd occurance to see you wandering around the dorms near Bakugou's room, books in hand and a pencil trapped between your teeth. It was common knowledge that not only were you Bakugou's significant other, but you were struggling in the grades department. As your boyfriend was the number one academic in your class, you often found yourself asking him for help, which he never rejected.

Which was why, as you again hovered near Bakugou's door at 8 at night with a stack of physics textbooks in hand, no one took the time to question it.

"Get the fuck in here, shitty girlfriend."

You didn't have time to react as the door swung open, your violent boyfriend grabbing your arm and yanking you inside, slamming the door behind you. "Hey!"

He huffed, throwing himself onto his bed, "chapter 6, section 2. Open up, we've got a long night ahead of us."

You sighed, moving to sit next to him on the bed. "You know I hate this, I just can never understand anything. It's so hard! When will we ever need physics? I'm not going to be a physicist, I'm going to be a pro hero!"

He grabbed your arm, yanking you down to lie next to him, his hand swinging across your abdomen. "Because it's important, and smart people know it. You wanna be smart, right? Smart enough to be a shitty pro hero? Then you have to learn fucking physics."

You could only roll your eyes at his vulgar language, taking the chance to cuddle into his side, suddenly aware of the heat bubbling in your stomach. "Then show me, huh? Newton's laws. Isn't one of them that if somethings in motion it stays in motion?"

He shifted to look over at you, blonde hair pressed flat to the bedspread. "Yeah, the fucking first law, dumbass. We went over this last week."

You tilted yourself forward, letting your tongue glide over your lip. "Show me the first law, then. Motion."

Katsuki grinned in response, finally catching onto your words. "Or, maybe it would be better to review his third law?"

You cocked your head, breaking concentration for a moment. "Third law?"

Quicker then you could think, he had you flipped on your back while he pinned you, a grin plastered on his pale face. "Newtons Third Law of Motion. Every action has an equal and opposite reaction."

Katsuki's lips were on yours in an instant, hips grinding down against your own in an effort to create friction. Not that you particularly minded, your hands dipping around the back of his neck to pull him flush to your own body.

His lips left yours with a resounding pop, tracing butterfly kisses along your jaw and down to your neck, his body shifting to bite harshly into your shoulder. He groaned through his teeth at your yelp of pain, grinding his hips down harder.

"You like that, huh, slut?" His tounge dipped between thinned lips, lapping at the blood he had drawn, "you like when I mark you?"

You didn't have a chance to respond as his lips captured yours once more, his sweaty palms slinking under your shirt to palm at your chest, a growl bubbling deep in his throat. The gargled moan that left your throat encouraged him onwards, your hips rutting up to meet his own.

He released his hold on your lips, slipping backwards down the bed to rest at the hem of your pants, lithe fingers toying with your waistband. "Ya' like this reaction?"

A hiss escaped your lips as he, again, left you with no time to respond. He buried his face between your thighs, nose brushing your clit through the fabric of your pants, hot breaths warming the space between you. He was certainly taking his sweet time, fingertips ghosting over your thighs.

A huff escaped your lips, your patience running thin quicker then he expected. "Kat, c'mon-"

The whines that escaped you as you tried to rut against his face forced his half mast cock to full attention, pressing harshly into the matress. A snarl ripped from his lips as he yanked your pants to your ankles, giving you seconds to kick them off as he fiddled with his belt, attempting to remove his own pants.

He only got the waistband to mid-thigh before your hands were on him again, grabbing at his forearms and pulling him closer. Katsuki took no time to prepare you as he spread your legs, lining himself up before burying his throbbing cock in your heat. "Fuckin' slut, huh?" His hands travelled as his hips pistoned into you, moving to pull off your shirt, "you like my dick splittin' you don't you?"

You could only nod, gasps and mewls leaving your mouth. When a particularly rough thrust brushed your g spot, his spare hand flew to your mouth, covering it harshly.

"Shut up, we're in the fucking dorms. Don't need you moaning like a fucking porn star." The hand he was using to hold himself above you shifted, gripping at your hair as his thrusts quickened, your stifled moans growing louder as the knot in your abdomen grew and grew. Bakugou's hot breath swept across your face, thr smell of gunsmoke and burnt pine filling your senses in a way only he could. "Fuck, I'm gonna-"

Your eyes rolled to the back of your head as the knot in your stomach snapped, your orgasm washing over you. Katsuki followed shortly after, pulling out just to shoot ropes of cum across your chest, his eyes half lidded as he held onto his high for as long as possible.

Iida Tenya

This was one of the few times where Tenya Iida wasn't going at supersonic speed to finish the work for the project, and the simple reason as to why happened to be sitting next to him with a pencil trapped between their teeth.

You would occasionally scribble down a few more notes, your handwriting still as illegible as ever, but he found it harder and harder to take his eyes off of you. From the way you tapped your fingers on your thigh, to the way you occasionally scratched at your head, or even the rise and fall of your chest as you breathed. He was absolutely enamoured, not that he would ever tell you that.

"So, should we just print the excerpts? Neither of us have great handwriting-" you paused as you looked up, catching Iida's eye and blinking widely as a deep blush spread across his face.

"T-that sounds great!"

You blinked owlishly again, staring at the class president who seemed to have suddenly developed a stutter. "Iida-kun, are you okay?"

He swallowed thickly, trying to will away both his newfound stutter as well as his ever growing blush. "I'm f-fine! Thank you for worrying!" He moved to jot down another note, managing to drop his pencil in the process. Mumbling anxiously under his breath, he moved again to try and pick it up.

The unfortunate part fell in that exact moment, as you took notice and went to grab his pencil for him. Your heads collided, the force of your elder classmate sending you to the floor. You reached for purchase, only succeeding in grabbing the collar of Iida's shirt and pulling him down on top of you, the air squeezed from your lungs under the weight of your class president.

"Y-(y/n)! My apologies, I-I-"

The goofy smile, along with your giggling made him freeze, staring down at you with wide eyes as he held himself up on his elbows. "You're such a dork." Before he properly had time to register the situation, you had tightened your hold in his collar and pulled him towards you, placing your lips on his.

He blinked widely, stayiny frozen for a moment, before he finally allowed himself to melt into your touch, returning the gentle movement of your lips on his.

When you both pulled back, eyes still closed in bliss, his breath shuddered from his throat. "I like you."

Another giggle escaped you, and he allowed himself to open his eyes. You stared up at him, eyes half lidded in a way that made him want nothing more then to capture your lips in his own again.

"I like you too, Iida-kun."

"Call me Tenya." The words came out before he could think of what to say, and then his lips were back on yours.

The jaw dropping feeling of your tongue dipping from between your teeth to poke at his own mouth had the blood in his body ghosting downwards. He, of course, obliged and let himself melt further into the kiss as he moved both of you up into a sitting position.

The tension between your bodies began to grow, one of his hands drifting down to your waist while the other wrapped around the back of your neck, pulling you deeper into him. Your hands fluttered around his shoulders, fingers leaving delicate touches along his collarbone and the crook of his neck, causing him to struggle for air.

You pulled away, leaving Tenya's mouth still open while his eyes hung half lidded, the pure list radiating off of him spurring the dripping heat between your thighs. "You have condoms anywhere?"

He nodded absentmindedly, eyes drifting to where you had started to unbutton your own shirt unbeknownst to him, the sight of your cleavage making his hips buck involuntarily. He reached into the bedside drawer, pulling the silvery wrapping with him before handing it to you, obviously not sure what to do.

You took the absolute melting of his brain as a sign to not only continue, but to lead. You let your habds ghost over his chest, making quick work of his tie. Lithe fingers started popping his buttons one by one, your lips finding purchase at the newly revealed skin, tongue gliding across the toned muscles.

The small huffs of satisfaction spurred you forward, sliding his shirt from his shoulders as you moved onto his pants, removing them in due time to leave him in his boxers. He lifted his hips to let you remove them, and you followed suit by disposing of your own clothing.

Tenya stared on in awe, eyes glazed at the sight of your bare body laid out for him. His mind melted as he watched you slip the edge of the wrapper between your teeth and rip it open, taking out the rubber and sliding it down his exposed member.

The small 'fuck' that escaped his lips at the contact made you shudder, his hands moving to your shoulders as he flipped the two of you over, his knees now resting between your legs. "Are you sure this is alright?"

You said nothing, simply reaching out to draw his lips back to yours. "I wouldn't be here if it wasn't."

He nodded, letting out the breath he had been holding, and shifted to position himself near your cunt. "Ready?"

Your answer came in the drifting of your hand downwards, locking with his hand to help guide him inside you. You both let out porn-worthy groans as he quickly bottomed out.

His teeth attached to your shoulder, biting through the skin before licking away the rising blood. "I hope you know, this is gonna be a long night."

#bnha uncovered #ollie speaks #bnha #bnha x reader #mha #bnha misquotes #boku no hero academia #mha x reader #my hero academia #boku no hero academia x reader #tsuyu asui x reader #bnha tsuyu #jirou kyouka #bnha jirou #bnha tenya iida #mha iida #tenya iida x reader lemon #iida x reader lemon #iida x reader #tenya iida x reader #bakugou katsuki x reader #bakugou katsuki #bnha katsuki bakugou #bakugou x reader #lemon #smut #bnha smut #bnha lemon #bnha x reader smut #ns*w

[sunstar121]

For The Departed

summary: phase has a bad dream. the author needs a hug, and wishes to project that upon all their characters

content warning: blood, gore, possession, nightmares, death (can all be skipped by skipping over the dream sequence)

Phases breaths were quick and hot against their knees. They pant as though they've been running a marathon, when in actuality they woke up a couple minutes ago. 

It keeps racing through their head, over and over and over.

(What is being hidden here?

Identity.)

Over and over and over.

It's 2 am, and it's late winter. It's 2 am, and even with fur it's incredibly cold out. It's 2 am, and Phase Akkra has just woken up from a nightmare.

It's the same nightmare that's been running through their head for weeks, plaguing them ever since that wretched day. It's nearly the same every single time as well, minor changes excluded.

( "Phase? What are you doing? What's- What's going on?" Zakk stuttered, his eyes wide. Phase swung their head around slowly, eyes glowing harshly. Their mouth was slightly agape, showing off glinting, red stained teeth.

They were kneeling next to a body, stock still, like an animal waiting to pounce. The body had no face, no features, its colours drained and muted. Even in its anonymous state, Phase knew it was one of their friends. It smelled familiar, and the cloth beneath their hands rubbed comfortingly between their fingertips. They couldn't quite tell which of their friends it was, the fuzz of dreaming obscuring their senses.

They did know one thing, though, and that thing is the person underneath them was dead. Its throat was a bloody, gaping hole, its torso cut to shreds by serrated claws. 

Their serrated claws. Their serrated claws, disgusting and clotted with blood and flesh. It made their stomach turn.

Zakk reeled back, his face twisting with disgust and horror. He didn't say anything, though, and neither did Phase. The only sound in the room was the steady drip-drip-drip of blood rolling off of Phases cheek and splattering on the floor. 

"You.... you... you did this. You killed them. You killed them, Phase." His voice shook, and tears filled his eyes. Phase noticed dully that his hands were balled into fists, and his stance was lower and more steady. They didnt care though. They couldn't. 

The being possessing them scratched the back of their mind, forcing them to their feet. He tugged on their torso and legs until they were fully facing Zakk, teeth bared, red pupils blown wide. 

Fear blossomed in his eyes, and he took a step back. Wrong choice. They lunged forward, hands on his chest, teeth colliding with his throat. Zakk crumpled to the floor, unable to stay standing with Phases full weight on his chest. They straddled his torso, claws sunk deep into his shoulders. In one swift motion they swooped down, fangs gleaming, and plunged their teeth into his neck. It made a blood-curdling squelching noise, liquids and flesh colliding with hard bone and enamel. Phases hackles raised at the noise, but they didn't relent. They just kept going deeper, and deeper, and deeperanddeeperanddeeperanddeeper-

They registered fists slamming against their back, hands grabbing and scrabbling at their chest and arms. It hurt, it hurt so very badly. Zakk was incredibly strong, he wasn't a monk for no reason. He knew the places to hit where it would hurt the hardest, the points to push that would send someone spiralling. He was certainly strong, but he didn't even come close to how strong a demon-possessed Shifter was.

Someone was screaming. Their ears rang from the proximity and volume of it, but they couldn't place where it was coming from. Zakk's mouth was definitely open, but they couldn't feel any vibrations coming from his throat. Their mouth wasn't open, but their lungs ached in a way that made them think it was coming from them.

Below them, Zakk was stilling. His fists beat weaker and weaker, his muscles slowly letting go and loosening. His breath was barely coming out, and his eyes were no longer rolling frantically. They were locked onto Phase's face, full of horror and... something. Something deep, something aching, something hollow and echoing. They didn't have time to unpack all of that. He certainly didn't. 

With one last, heaving breath, Zakk stilled. His eyes glossed, his hands fell, and his head lolled to the side. Phase removed their teeth from his throat, blood, bile and ichor staining the inside of their mouth. Shakily, they raised up to their feet and observed the room.

Laying in a perfect, delicate circle around them were nine bodies, each with giant gaps in their throats. 

Cecilia, Corwin, Richard, Kara, Kyle, Malachi, Quincy, Ris, and finally Zakk. Their best friends. The only people who cared about them... and they were all gone. 

A laugh, dark and deep, echoed through their skull as Asmodeus exited their psyche. Phase fell to their knees, a scream in their throat, and tears in their eyes)

Phase, present Phase, real Phase, awake Phase, shook violently as they replayed the nightmare in their head. They could practically taste the blood on their tongue, could practically feel flesh between their teet-

Something shifted on the bed next to them, grumbling slightly. Oh. Oh.

They had forgotten that Zakk had decided to spend the night in their room. The man in question shifted again, his eyes fluttering open and settling on their shaking form. Damn it, they had hoped they were quiet enough that they wouldn't wake him, but apparently they were mistaken. 

"Phase? Hey, hey! What's going on?" Zakk propped himself up on his elbows, one hand idly running through his hair. His face was twisted in concern, and he shuffled closer to them. They flinched back, still trembling like a leaf. Looking at his face, they couldn't stop imagining it twisted with horror and splattered with blood. He seemed to pick up on their vibe, and reached out a hand to them. They took it, threading his fingers with theirs.

"Let me guess, bad dream, huh?" He was speaking softly, slowly, like one might do to a scared animal. Though, they kinda were an animal, or at least as close to an animal as you can get without going full Tabaxi. Regardless, it worked. They could already feel their heartbeat slowing, and their breathing become less frantic.

"Yeah, uhm, really- uh, really bad dream. S-sorry, you.... haven't spent a night in my room before, I should have warned you." They sniffed, and wiped a hand across their cheeks. They hadn't even noticed the tears rolling down their cheeks until now.

"What do you mean? Is this, like, a nightly thing for you?" His voice was laden with concern, and a pang of guilt shot through their stomach.

"Yeah, uh, c-close enough. I get.... I get nightmares a lot, uhm, especially now with the whole..... Asmodeus thing." They cringed as the name left their mouth, an acrid taste on their tongue.

"Oh, Phase.... you could've come get me, you know? Even when we weren't together, you could've come get me. You didn't have to suffer through the aftermath of these nightmares alone."

Silence settled between the two, thick and heavy. Phase didn't know what to say. Of course- of course they knew they could go to someone. You don't go through years of therapy without getting that sufficiently drilled into your head.

It's just..... putting that idea into practice isn't as easy as it sounds, especially around people who are still a little unfamiliar to you. There's that fear factor, that small probability of rejection that prevents you from doing it. When you're in a bad space there's no worse feeling than shame, and you do whatever you can to avoid it.

So yeah, they knew. They knew that their friends would care, that Zakk would care, but they couldn't. They just couldn't. 

Zakk seemed to understand the meaning of their silence, and threw an arm around their shoulder. They leaned into him, lungs heavy in their chest. His lips brushed against their hair, tender and soft in all the right ways.

"I know," They mumbled, "I know." Lips pressed into their hair once more.

"You don't have to be ashamed of asking us for help, Phase. You're not- you aren't a burden to us, and you never will be."

"Yeah, I- I know. I know. It's just- I-its just hard, y'know? It's just.... hard. Ugh.'

They buried their head in their hands, cheeks burning. They couldn't find the proper words, and even if they did they didnt know if the words would even come out.

'I.... I feel... bad. So ba-ad. I keep... I keep just, uh, just replaying everything that c-couldve been. Everything that I could've done, and.. and! And I know that that's bad! A-and I know that, uhhhhh, that that's just... just like, PTSD talking, i know that.... but knowing that, knowing that doesn't make it hurt less." They finished, blowing out a breath they didn't know they had been holding.

"Yeah bud, I get that. I get that. Just.... just know that I don't think less of you for feeling like this, okay? I care about you, and I'll still care about you even if it gets worse." He rubbed gentle circles into their back as he spoke, his voice low and soft. It felt... nice, honestly, to be cared for and heard like this.

"M-man, Zakk," They barked out a dry laugh, a small smile on their face, "You know.... you know, caring for me... caring about me, it's rotten work, it is."

"Not for me it isn't," He paused, turning to face them. His eyes were soft and tender, and deep with warmth, "Not if it's you." 

Hours later, tangled deep in a mess of blankets and limbs, Phase awoke from the best sleep they had had in years.

#my writing #my ocs #tales of aisling #phase #*cries* aaaaaaaaaaaaaaa #YES i project onto phase...... what about it...... #anyways this was fun!!!!! i havent written fic in foreverrrr so this was good #posted this in the gc last night and thought i should also post it here ✌

[ton-e]

Helheim is a land of peace.

The layers of agonized wails and woeful imploring she prepared her ears for was lost in the breeze of the melancholic melody of nature. Naked humming voices flowed serenely amidst the gradient of indigo blue leaves, dry and wrinkly, singing the ballads of lost souls attached to skinny tree branches, rinsed of color at the roots, blending smoothly with the pale greenery surrounding the wide meadow that grew to be her most favored solace.

Flowers, prey to decaying, small in stature but mighty in resistance, veiled the piece of soil that parted the center of the dark Kingdom in two, catching vines in the heart core of the spot her beloved boy once clawed his way to freedom, from a grave that came too early for a boy too gentle, too youthful, too much of a man before his time.

Her ghost Prince, her youngest; Stolen and crowned the King of Death, with a rain of tears on his cheeks and a cloak of swords in his back.

'Crowned, ' she spits, imagining it rippling through the dead earth and fell right onto Borr's bald head. Time failed to sweeten her bitterness as she thought, yes, this is how their history beautified the terrible incident. Time didn't heal her pain, neither did it gentled the sharpness of her teeth.

They had deceived him, betrayed him, punished him, stole his life away, and called it a reward.

After that dreadful day, She spent more nights weeping to slumber, eyes buried in the cushions of Hel's frigid chambers, burning brighter, hotter, than the hard oak feeding red-orange flames in the fireplace of her bedroom.

The phantom ice caressing the silver of her skin was more comfort than suffering, painless mercy she sunk into little by little every day until the light of day became unfamiliar. The cold here shares that quality, she ponders, a soft touch of unburnt ice to keep you from perishing.

Its a lot like her son, she thinks.

Yet, Bestla doesn't feel its presence permanently. A long, stone shaded cloak fell upon her shoulders, showering her back in a misty warmth provided by the thick velvet of the garment. Her eyes observe a silhouette shadowing the pale sun, the single leak of blight light hanging above the smoke sky.

"I was hoping to find you here, " Estrid wears a smile radiant enough to pale all gold in the 9 realms. "Peaceful up here, is it not? Hel liked hiding here, as a boy. Said the breeze was nice."

Bestla, for a moment, allows her eye to inspect the other woman for the first time. Her shoulders are round and solid, strong as a soldier, complemented by the stunning danger of a shieldmaiden. Bestla tracks night-dark locks brushing over creamy skin, long and curly. She's as much warrior as she is woman, it's as if she only now observes.

Her arms are an impressive addition, boxy as much as lean, holding closely on her shield and sword. A sword that, doubtlessly, claimed a long string of lives. She's not as fearful as it would be wiser to be. Estrid has been nothing but pleasant, as much as one could be when encountering their circumstance, her presence never frightening her as much as it saddened her.

"For someone carrying such heavy armor, you move with great stealth, Lady Sigurdsson, " If the other woman peaked at the too feather-soft timber of her voice, she had enough cheek to act differently. " I suppose you'd want an explanation as to why I'm avoiding my son?"

" Forgive me, your Grace, but Lord Hellison was never included in the conversation, " Bestla thought she spotted a bloom of red dusting her cheeks as she grinned gently, taking a spot none to tight to the former Queen, but close enough to leave some space had the smaller woman want to fill it. "I thought you would, after..."

"...It's unwise to polish hard truths. They cut harder that way, " The Queen's words were dressed in both honesty and advice, chapters of her life unfolding beneath her eyes as if to pledge truth to the statement. Estrid studied each word with expert attention.

Bestla raises, arms guarding her middle, eyes cast over the sea of flowers beneath her shoes.

"I'm grateful, for the kindness you showed him. I remain in your debt, in fact, though it escapes me how I can repay you here. "

"We don't believe in paying kindness, in the North. Goodness isn't traded in gold, " a quiet chuckle is swept by the breeze slashing through the grand mountains. Estrid inhales deeply and opens her arms when she lets her body fall upon the grass. "If it was, don't you think more people would practice it?"

The southerner's lips lift in a one-sided smile of her own, private and discreet. Debtless favors certainly sounded sweet to the ear.

" Aesir aren't precisely renewed for our gentle hearts, so I suppose not. I still mourn the stress you must have endured, however. Children are far from being a jolly affair. And the tales we hear as children don't exactly portray Titans as loving parents."

A stratum of blank seriousness shaped Estrid's features, graveness resting heavily on sharp boned cheeks and warm brown eyes. " I fell in love a day after meeting him, " Bestla swallowed hard at the admission. " I knew him for less than a sundown, but I knew he was mine. I was dead, alone and helpless and afraid, and he was too much like me to be a fateless coincidence. Words aren't enough to express it. He was just...Meant to fall, and I to catch him. "

The leafs sang to fill the edged hush musking around them. Estrid pimped the other's empty breathing as anger, for she heaved a sigh long enough to match the twin lack of words on both their parts, and excused her nerve. " Apologies. I don't dare name myself a mother, nor do I starve for anyone's approval, least of all yours. I only wished to say you raised a good son. A son lucky to have a mother like you, for as long as he did."

"...You helped him," Bestla started, chest light and comfortable, not cutting blades piercing her skin as she expected. "Kept food in his mouth, put clothes on his back. You loved him truthfully and protected him fiercely. You're not any less his mother than I."

"...It must be a sour thin all the same, for someone so beloved to greet you as a stranger. For that, I can't help but feel sorry still."

" That's a sentiment we can share. He... Hel, my child, my youngest son. Born at the edge of two worlds that never loved him. They aren't my own, not my blood, not him neither Odin, my kind hearted prince, my little lion boy. And yet, I was not their mother for the simple reason they didnt come from me. Everyone told me so.

They weren't my own, yet I held them at my chest, kissed their skinned knees and elbows, wiped their tears, and chased sickness with handpicked herbs and wet rags because I trusted nobody to do so. No language is enough to describe the love a mother has for their children.

No tongue is enough to put my love in words."

"...Even for Balder?"

Bestla laughs, an odde of heartache and sorrow. " Even him. Love gives no choices, last of all to parents. I still remember the day of his birth. A terrible storm broke the skies that evening, set fire to five houses, left a month's worth of reparations behind. He struggled, I've been told. He kicked and wailed and fought all the way.

I haven't had the chance to even hold him in my arms and he was so eager to run from me. My eyes never saw something more perfect than his tiny ears, his adorable little hands, and feet, his honey hair. He looked so much like me I hardly believed it.

But I felt no different with his brothers. There was a sickness in my mouth, when they were babes and I was forced to be departed from them. I couldn't bear to see them in another's arms, a wet nurse, or a squire, when asked to trust anyone else with them, I was faithless.

When Hel was born, he couldn't be convinced to let me go. He was so quiet, I thought perhaps this world claimed him already. His mother drew her last breath on that bed and I was the one he clung to, the one he hooked his fingers into. One of the King's guards present, he tried to prey him away, do you want to know what I did? I unsheathed a dagger from my thigh, slashed his throat, and watched him die." The confession was a river she scalded into freely.

"Would I insult your intelligence by asking if you're familiar with Sandr?" Bestla asked once Estrid wordlessly raised on her feet. She felt enough security to push her body forward. " Titans held mighty battles there."

A smirk pinched the taller woman's lips. " We were rowdy children, I'll confess. But yes, I know the location. You rebuild beautifully, " dark eyes shaped the bronze scorpio pendant suspended in the middle of Bestla's long neck. " Your family picked a Scorpio as their sigil. They made a fine legacy."

" Oh, it was. The finest. Beautiful, skillful, and yet, terribly lonely. I had 10 siblings. 5 brothers and sisters, however, I confess I felt more like an accessory than a member of a clan. We were strangers to each other. Foreigners with the same name, with our only common factor being our house.

Our country was gorgeous but very poor, you see. We trusted nobody, and in return, our distrust was repaid with hostility. Eventually, when our skin touched bone and we ran out of livestock, we opened the gates to trade. Naturally, we were invaded, our lands stolen, our necks had shackles only we could see.

And I held the key for everyone.

I want you to picture the most powerful man in the world, asking me to marry him," a bitter laughs cracks in her throat, and the wind whips away the water from her eyes. " He had a crown on his head and 50 thousand banner men behind him, with more gold than he could ever need or deserve and 100,000 spikes for our heads alone. What else could I have said?"

Her legs shift, stepping closer to Estrid, eyes as flat as her tone. " What I did, I did because I had to. To defend my people. To defend my family. To defend my blood. Every sacrifice, every drop of blood I've spilled, I did it so the people I love could live the peace I never did."

She advances, every step that's forward to her is one back for Estrid, eyes concentrated intensely on one another with enough fire to make Fire Giants sweat.

"All the sins that I have done. Or had done at my orders? The truths my children don't know, the truths a narrow number of people lived to keep the secret. The kind vicious enough to make fine warriors as yourself lose sleep, if they came to know them.

Perhaps this is my justice. A punishment for survival in a world where living is no bed of roses. But I won't stop helping my children, heart beating or otherwise.

There's a storm coming, My Lady. And I have every intention of ensuring everyone walks dry."

#I LOVE BESTLA SO MUCH THIS IS NOT A JOKE SKSKSK #earth 513 #bestla #hel hellison #estrid siggurson #Balder #odin borson #borr #(mentioned) #thunderfam #scene #fic #Spotify

[minichedders]

lost and found 0.1

mobster!tom holland x reader

shit. shit. shit.

You hand frantically searched through your bag, looking for your small purse. You knew that it wasn't in your bag, as you had searched multiple times before, but you hoped and prayed that if you looked just once more, that it would magically appear. You sighed heavily, dropping your bag on the floor and leaning against the wall, trying your hardest not to cry, running your hands through your hair and holding your cheeks. All your money was in that course all this month's wages were in there, holding over 200 hours worth of your time. 

The thought of ordering in a takeaway was now long gone, especially considering you didn't even have any money, but there was no food left in the fridge, other than a few odd potatoes left in the abandoned vegetable department. You looked at your old watch, 2:03am. You eyes felt heavy and bloodshot, and your body was weak and exhausted; so you decided to search for the lost purse tomorrow, bright and early, in hope of at least getting your ID back.

Your body dragged itself to your bedroom, food now long out of your mind as your head hit the pillows, wrapping your still fully clothed body in the warm sheets, putting your TV on, listening to the news quietly as you drifted off to sleep.

-

Three heavy knocks jumped you out of bed, your dark makeup spread across your cheeks, you're top twisted around your torso, hair messy and your lips dry and cracked. You begrudgingly answered the door, to be met with no one but the coldness of the apartment hallway. at your feet was a plain white box, with a black ribbon, tied neatly across, and a small, handwritten placard attached. You grabbed the box, walking back to your bed, and tossing the box onto the mattress, crossing your legs and lazily untying the bow. Your eyelids still feel as heavy as they were last night, and they began to water at the sight in front of you. Your purse. 

Some angel out there was really looking out for you. You quickly awoke, grabbing the purse frantically as you opened it up, only t find everything you had left within it, all the small coins, noted and checks that you had yet to cash in, as well as your cards and ID's, you where between laughing and crying as you held the monthly paycheck to your chest, almost screaming. Nearly forgetting, you twisted the small card in your fingertips, reading it over again and again.

'Keep it safe. T.H'

The small, cursive handwriting almost had you swooning, your guardian angel. You wish they would leave their full name or at least return address so you could express your gratitude, but you thought nothing of it was you began getting ready for your day of work.

-

"That's insane, reminds me of that Chris Evans film where they send the whole night looking for that girl's purse," Rebbecca said, cleaning the bar top as you wiped the glasses.

"Yeah, except i didnt go out looking for it, and unfortunately, i did not get to snog Chris Evans," You replied, your head glazed over with the initials T.H. Rebecca had spent the afternoon thinking of random and crazy scenarios or names that could belong to the man, or women who had returned your purse. To be honest, you didnt care that much, just thankful that you had everything back, and you could afford a Chinese takeaway tonight.

During your deep spaced out moment, you didnt notice the extremely dark and handsome man that had walked in the empty bar and was now standing in front of you, until Rebecca had coughed loudly in your direction.

"Oh, Hi, sorry, what would you like?" You asked, now placing the glass on the side, looking up to meet a pair of beautiful, deep brown eyes staring back at you, it was harsh and intense, but somehow soft, making your legs almost cave in. You took time to study his appearance, black suit, dark brown hair that had irresistible curls, sturdy jawline and chiselled face, and you doubted you were mistaken when you thought about the hard muscles that lay underneath his clothes. He looked like the gym type. 

"Just a whiskey please, darling," The man responded, sitting on the bar stool opposite you, leading his arms over the counter, and if it wasn't for the 4 foot of marble between the two of you, you would jump into his arms.

"Right away, sir," You responded; diverting your gaze quickly, and shly moving around the bar, ring your best not to spill the drink with your nervous, shaking hands. Once you had placed the drink on the coaster, you locked eyes with the man, almost become trapped in the depths of brown and yellow.

"Y/N!" Your boss shouted from the back office, making you jump slightly, seemingly amusing the man in front of you. You broke your eye contact and rushed to your impatient boss.

"Yeah," You said, waiting in the doorframe for your boss to turn his attention from the paperwork and talk to you.

"You know who that is right?" He asked, signalling you to come in and close the door, so the man from the bar didnt hears.

"Uh, no? Should I?" You asked, your fingers twirling with each other nervously.

"Y/N, that's Tom Holland, as in London crime family Tom Holland," He said, tapping his pen against the desk as he gawked at you, not believing you had no idea; but to be fair, you where always oblivious about d=crime in London, it made you feel better about living there if you ignored it all.

"Oh," You replied. He was certainly attractive and intimidating as hell, but you couldn't imagine him to be part of any crime family, especially with that hair, it looked so soft and curly, you just wanted to run your hands through it on a Sunday morning, with the smell of fresh cinnamon pancakes.

"Y/N!" You boss shouted again, capturing your attention out of your daydream as he laughed at you. 

"Yeah?" You said, smiling nervously at him.

"He brought the bar early this morning, I'm retiring you see, and he's going to take you, but he's made the rest of my employees redundant. Including Rebecca," He spoke, slowly so you would understand even when you were miles away, which you often were. 

"Why, why me?" You asked, knees and fingers shaking, scared to even ask. You were interrupted by the door creaking open, revealing Tom in the doorway, his impressive figure leaning against the frame, hands in his pocket, clearly showing off his grey holster gun as he smirked at you.

"Leave us," Tom spoke, his eyes still trained on you as your boss rushed out the room quicker than you could respond. You watched as Tom closed the door behind him, moving across the room, sitting in your boss' previous chair. You both sat in silence for what felt like an eternity, you were unsure whether you should get up and leave, or stay as still a possible and hope you could sink into the material of the chair and hide away forever.

"Do you know who i am?" Tom asked. Your eyebrows furrowed, not fully understanding the question, did he mean knowing about the crime family, or personally, or just in general. You didnt verbally respond, instead just shrugging your shoulders, looking down to the floor, trying to keep your heartbeat under control. Tom hummed.

"You are dismissed then, keep safe darling," He spoke, making your ears perk up and your eyes widen, before you quickly made your escape out of the room.

-

When you arrived home, there was another package like the one before, only this time, the white box and black box brought an empty feeling to the pit of your stomach. You brought it inside, reading the card first.

'Help yourself. T.H'

Inside the box was two large wads, making you scream. You didnt even want to touch the money, let alone count how much was in there. The idea made you sick, although you surely needed the money, this wasn't how you would earn it. You thought where wrapped in dismay and anger that when your phone rang, your veins went cold.

You answered harshly, somehow knowing who would be on the receiving end.

"Woah baby, no need for that language," Tom responded, and even over the phone, you could see the smug, cocky smile play on his lips.

"What are you playing at Holland?" You demanded, discarding the box of cash on the kitchen counter, tossing the card in the trash.

"Just thought you could use the extra money, maybe buy yourself a nice work outfit, maybe some lingerie, blue is my favourite by the way," Tom said, his playful tone ringing in your ears as you were fuming.

"Keep on dreaming Holland," You sneered, hanging up without another thought. Your face was red, your mind filled with thought and your heart bursting with unknown feelings, what a fucking rush.

Your phone buzzed again, with a text from the same number.

'10am sharp, don't disappoint me. T.H'

-

@sweetenedangeltears

#tom holland #tom holland smut #tom holland x reader #tom holland one shot #tom holland imagine #mob!tom #mob!tom holland #mobster tom holland #mobster tom #peter parker #peter parker imagine #peter parker smut #peter parker fluff #marvel #marvel fanfiction #marvel one shots #marvel imagine #mcu #fluffy one shot #one shot #smut one shot #smutty one shot

[fullmetalscullyy]

Can I please request some Modern AU with a spoonful of pining/adorkable Roy and tons of fluff? :D :D thank youuuu in advance, Emma!!

so i’ve fallen in love with this oneshot and writing their banter in a modern setting uwu thank you for this tas!! 

also i hope the texting reads well in this format ksjdfjk i realise the format is 14:00pm which is a bit redundant but i didnt notice until reading it back on here aaaaand tbh i’ve waited too long to post this and its 10:30pm so i really can’t be bothered changing it at this point

part 2 | part 3

There was an incessant banging on his apartment door.Stumbling through his living room, Roy cursed as he kicked the corner of hiscouch hard, his toe throbbing. His irritation growing by the second, hisvisitor still banging away on thedoor like there was no tomorrow, he wrenched the door open with a glare. Riza,his neighbour, stood on the other side of the door, hand raised and poised toknock again with an impatient expression.

“What?” he growled irritably.

“Hey,” she greeted brightly, unconcerned about the time andthe sacred rite that was a lie in on a fucking Saturday. “Can I ask you a favour?”

“Riza, it’s Saturday morning.”

“And?” Damn her. Dam her and her ability to rise at six inthe morning any day of the week. The woman had probably never slept past sevenbefore in her life. Roy, on the other hand, appreciated and valued his sleep.

“Saturday,” hestressed slowly. He had finished work late last night and had been lookingforward to his sleep. Now it had been ruined by Riza.

They were good friends and hung out frequently. Starting offas neighbours who politely greeted each other every morning, they quicklydiscovered they shared mutual friends, so it was easy for their relationship todevelop. To Roy it had been the most natural thing. The only down side was saidfriends were both couples and they ended up third wheeling any outing theyattended. Through this, however, they had formed a close friendship, which hedeeply valued.

But when she interrupted his morning by loudly banging on his front door for about five minutes instead ofwaiting for a more respectable hour, Riza really tried his patience.

“Good observation,” she quipped. “Anyway, I need a favour,if you’re up for it?”

Roy sighed, admitting defeat. He rubbed his eyes tiredly,resigned to the fact that for the fourteenth day in a row, he had been woken upat six thirty in the morning.

“What?” he asked irritably.

“I’ve got a work thing tonight and I need you to come withme.” Roy narrowed his eyes critically, eyeing her open and honest expression.

“What’s this really about?”

With a sigh, she finally revealed the truth. “You know thatguy I was dating?”

“The stick?”

Riza huffed. “He’s not a stick.”

“Riza, he’s built like a stick.”

“Anyway, it didn’twork out and now I have… a situation.”

It shouldn’t have excited him so much to hear that herrelationship with Stick Man Dan didn’t work out. Roy wasn’t blind, Riza was abeautiful woman. Plus, he adored her as a friend. They had clicked instantlyand the banter they shared was effortless. If things were to progress furtherbetween them, Roy certainly wouldn’t say no.

“A situation?” Roy asked doubtfully, yawning loudly. “Whatkind of situation?”

“Just some friendly stalking, that’s all.”

That woke him up.“He’s stalking you?”

Riza nodded and Roy didn’t miss the briefest flash of worryappear on her face. “Have you gone to the police?”

Riza nodded. “Yeah, of course, but they won’t do anything.”

“Why?” he asked, unable to keep the anger out of his voice.Regardless of his feelings towards Riza, they should be doing something aboutit.

“Apparently until he does something concrete, and there’sevidence, they can’t charge him.”

“Bullshit.”

Riza’s lips quirked upwards. “I’m inclined to agree. Anyway,it’s fine. I can look after myself. My hope was that you could accompany me tothis thing tonight to try and gently tell him that, you know, I’ve moved on.”

“Yeah, of course,” he replied, tone concerned. “Do you needsomewhere to stay? Is it that serious?”

Riza smiled at him instead of replying, Roy unable todetermine the emotion on her face. “No, thank you. I’m okay.”

“Let me know if you do. And if Stick Man Dan comes around,give me a text or a knock.”

“I will,” she smiled that cryptic smile, expression soft.“Thank you.”

“Okay then. What time do I need to be ready for?”

“Six, if that’s okay?”

“No problem.”

“It’s date,” she grinned.

“But be warned,” Roy added. Riza’s expression turnedexpectant. “Wake me up, banging on my door, at this time tomorrow and I will remove your hands from the ends ofyour arms.”

Riza grinned. “Thanks Roy!” She walked towards the lift, aspring in her step, completely unconcerned about his empty-but-tempting threat.He sighed, closing his door, but smiled as he re-entered his apartment. Anevening with Riza on a “date” didn’t seem so bad.

*          *          *

RM: What do Ineed to wear tonight? 13:44pm

RM: Smart?Casual? We talking tux? 13:44pm

RH: Smart casual is fine.13:51pm

RM: Wow. Thankyou. Much helpful. Very cool. 13:51pm

RH: You’re welcome.13:52pm

RH: Do I detect sarcasm?13:52pm

RM: Your powersof deduction are unparalleled. 13:53pm

RH: Thank you. I pridemyself on that. 13:54pm

RH: Idk just weartrousers and a shirt. 13:54pm

RM: Still nothelpful. 13:55pm

RH: Idk, I’m nota dude. I don’t know what you wear on a night out. 13:55pm

RM: Where is itbeing held? 13:56pm

RH: In a function suite.It’s just a gathering to celebrate a colleague retiring. Dan will be therebecause he was a friend of the retiree and one of my colleagues. 13:57pm

RM: Stick ManDan is friends with old age pensioners? 13:58pm

RM: Riza.13:58pm

RH: Shut your mouth rightnow. I already regret the decision no need to rub it in. 13:59pm

RH: And if you say I toldyou so I will punch you in the face. Guaranteed. 13:59pm

RM: What acatch. 14:01pm

RH: I hope you enjoy thatpunch coming your way in approximately 4 hours. 14:01pm

RM: Hey if noone else will make fun of you for it I’ve got to step up to the plate. 14:05pm

RM: I’m justfulfilling my duty as a friend. 14:05pm

RH: Two punches. 14:05pm

RM: Come at me.I look forward to them. 14:06pm

RM: So… Aboutthat dress code… 14:10pm

RH: Roy. You’re a grownass man. Dress yourself. 14:11pm

RM: Do you wantStick Man Dan to get the message or not? 14:11pm

RH: What, pray tell,message could you send from the way you are dressed? 14:12pm

RM: That I’m asexy motherfucker and you’ve done so much better than him already? 14:13pm

RH: … 14:13pm

RH: Insert picture of melaughing my ass off while rolling my eyes here. 14:13pm

RM: Juststaying true to myself. 14:13pm

RH: Keep telling yourselfthat buddy. 14:14pm

RM: To behonest anyone is a step up from Stick Man Dan. 14:14pm

RH: All right I’m goingnow. I’ve got more important shit to do than tell a grown man how to dress fora “date”. 14:15pm

RH: I thought you were“Mr. Hot Stuff” anyway? Surely you know how to dress for a date. 14:15pm

RH: Wait. 14:17pm

RH: You’ve gone on a datebefore, haven’t you? 14:17pm

RM: I’m noteven going to dignify that stupid question with an answer. 14:22pm

RH: Oh my god. 14:22pm

RH: Hahahaha. 14:22pm

RH: That pause speaksvolumes. 14:22pm

RM: I was inthe bathroom. 14:22pm

RH: TMI dude. 14:23pm

RH: Roy is not the“player” he makes himself out to be. Confirmed. 14:23pm

RH: I can’t wait to tellBecca. 14:25pm

RM: Youwouldn’t dare. 14:24pm

RH: ; ) 14:28pm

RM: Yourloyalties, and any impending betrayals, are noted. 14:29pm

*          *          *

“I’m going to kill you,” Roy grinned, trying to hide hisirritation as they walked arm in arm towards the function room where this partywas being held. “Really, Riza. This time, I will.”

“I’d like to see you try,” she muttered under her breathquickly before greeting a colleague and introducing Roy.

“You told Catalinaof all people.” Riza snickered beside him, steering Roy towards the buffettable. “You lied to her as well.”

“You neither confirmed, nor denied, if it was true.”

“I said I wouldn’t dignify it with an answer,” he bit back,his irritation rising. He couldn’t believeRiza had said to Catalina that he’d never been on a date before. Of course, he had been on a date before.The woman had phoned him up, cackling, asking if it was true. No matter what hesaid, Rebecca refused to accept any other answer.

God, he hated those two when they were together. A force tobe reckoned with, for sure, and often at his expense. Although they were maddening,Roy never minded it really. It was all good fun. However, it was just asentertaining to banter back and forth with Riza about the situation.

“Well, now we know you have,” she deadpanned, picking up apaper plate and filling it with food.

Roy followed suit, a smirk on his face as he shook his headin amusement. “I don’t feel so bad about making fun of you about Stick Man Dananymore. In fact, I don’t feel bad at all.”

“I would care butthat’s history.”

“Doesn’t look like it,” he muttered in her ear, picking outthe Stick Man himself heading their way, his approach unknown to Riza. Roy shothim a polite smile, which was ignored.

“What?” she asked, mid turn.

“Hey, Riza,” Stick Man Dan greeted his ex, still completelyignoring Roy. Thanks, mate.

Roy had never liked him. He was built like a stick, all skinand bones, and taller than anyone Roy had ever met, which did nothing in hisfavour in the appearance department. Every time they met up as a group, hewould completely gloss over everyone who wasn’t Riza, offering only one-wordanswers. Not to mention he hated Roy for some unknown reason. He couldn’tfigure out what it was. Roy would chuckle to himself when he considered StickMan Dan may have felt threatened by him.

Roy had often wondered what Riza saw in him. “As a concernedfriend,” he would tell Hughes and Catalina irritably when they gave each otherThe Look. Said look was a “oh-shit-he-loves-her” look.

Amusement aside, Roy did consider how it looked from anoutsider’s perspective. Both he and Riza were very close. Probably too close inthe opinion of significant others, but nothing had ever happened. It didn’tmean Roy didn’t want it too, but ifRiza wasn’t interested, then so be it. He wasn’t about to mess up thisfriendship and make it awkward by asking her.

As Stick Man Dan ignored Roy, he considered that perhapsthey were close enough that it wouldn’t makeit awkward between them. They told each other everything.

Only one way to find out, however now was not the time.

“So, you’re here with Gerald?” Riza asked him politelygripping Roy’s arm tighter and sliding an arm around his waist. Not expectingsuch close contact, his breath hitched as he ate, but was luckily able to hideit behind that.

“Gerald, unfortunately, was unable to make it tonight,however I thought I would just come anyway to honour Janine.”

Roy frowned. What person comes to a friend’s retirementparty? At said friend’s place of work?

A stalker, looking tosee someone who shot them down.

Roy shifted, wrapping his arm around Riza’s shoulder as hecontinued to eat, staring Stick Man Dan down. His hand came to rest on saidshoulder and he gave it a quick squeeze. Dan seemed to realise who it wasstanding beside Riza, and his eyes flicked to Roy’s briefly, before moving toRoy’s hand on Riza. If a six foot seven bean pole could look dangerous, thenthat’s what Stick Man Dan’s eyes looked like.

And Roy did notlike it.

Apparently, neither did Riza. She was tense underneath his arm,so he rubbed his shoulder in response. This man made her uncomfortable now,that was for sure. That was his job tonight, as a friend, to help her make itthrough this night and get rid of this guy forever. The only way Stick Man Danwould ever take the hint was if they were convincing.

However, he didn’t want to push the boundaries too much –

Oh my god, Roy, chill.You’re here as a friend, that’s it. Nothing more. Just help her out.

“That’s very nice of you,” Riza replied.

Stick Man Dan’s eyes flicked over to Roy’s once more. Oh, so he wasn’t invisible? Who knew? “Iwas wondering if I could talk to you for a minute?”

“Sorry, Janine asked us to come and speak to her after we’vegrabbed a plate,” Riza lied smoothly. Roy watched as the disappointment crossedStick Man Dan’s face, feeling very pleased by the show. Riza begun to walk away,neglecting to offer Dan another chance for his talk, and Roy let his arm drop,regrettably, but followed after her.

“Can you see me?” Roy whispered to her quietly, leaning inclose, as they left Stick Man Dan at the buffet table alone.

“What?” Riza asked, looking up at him, confused.

“Can you see me?” he repeated. “Stick Man Dan acted as if Iwasn’t there and I was wondering if I’ve miraculously achieved the ability toturn invisible.” Riza snorted, loudly. “I mean, it would come in incrediblyuseful. I’ll be disappointed if you cansee me at this point.”

“Shut up,” she laughed quietly, approaching the woman of thehour. “He’s an ass.”

“I honestly don’t know what you saw in him,” Roy joked,sighing dramatically. He would never let on that he was being serious. “I mean,clearly he was a charmer.”

“He never liked you, did he?” Riza smirked, popping asandwich in to her mouth.

“Oh, we were best buds. Me and Dan?” He rose his hand,crossing over his pointer and middle finger. “We were tight, just like that.”

“Shut up,” she chuckled.

The rest of the evening was pleasant. Riza’s colleagues weregood people who welcomed him with open arms. Apparently, they were in on thewhole stalker situation, and were aware of Roy’s role in the night. It didn’tstop them from playing it up, perhaps too much. As much as Roy enjoyedpretending that he and Riza were a couple, that was just it.

Pretend.

“Do you want to go with them?” Riza whispered in his ear.The feeling of her hot breath on his ear made him shiver, goose bumps rising onhis flesh. There were a few people who were going out for the night to a clubnearby. Truthfully, Roy didn’t want the evening to end. He enjoyed having hisarm around Riza as they sat together, their thighs pressed against each other.Holding her hand was something he couldn’t get enough of, and often foundhimself stroking the back of it with his thumb as they sat.

It’s all an act,he kept reminding himself.

But as the night wore on, Roy found he didn’t want it to bejust an act.

So, he agreed to going out to the club.

That was his first mistake.

His second came when they were dancing under the dimlighting, smoke coiling around their legs as they moved dangerously close to one another. Roy saw, rather than felt, hishand reaching out to brush her bangs off her face, his hand curving around hercheek to cup it. Riza’s eyes that had once been on the space between them hadsnapped up to meet his, both their dancing slowly coming to a stop. A thumbbrushed over her cheekbone and Riza’s eyes widened. The music in the clubdulled to a heavy thump, the wordsfading away to become obsolete.

He pressed his lips gently against Riza’s, feeling herbreathing hitch underneath them. His free hand made its way to her waist, handgliding effortlessly across the material of her silk top as it moved around toher lower back. Riza responded eagerly, deepening the kiss after she locked herarms around his neck, pulling him tightly against her body.

For a few moments all was right in the world. This felt good. It felt natural. It made Roywonder why they hadn’t done it sooner. He pulled back, as if his brain finallyrealised what he had done, and who hehad kissed.

Riza was a friend. This was supposed to be pretend. Not thatRiza could hear him, but he stuttered, trying to apologise for oversteppingthat final boundary.

The look in her eyes told Roy she was okay with it.

One of her own hands rose to cup his cheek this time, drawing his lips back against hers.

*          *          *

“Would… Would you like to come in for a coffee?”

Riza smiled tiredly. She had ridden in the lift with her headon his shoulder, eyes closed, and a small smile on her face. It had made Roy’sstomach go crazy and grip her hand tighter as they stood waiting on theirfloor.

That second mistake was working out all right.

“I would love to, but I think I’m just going to go tosleep.”

“See, if you slept in at the weekend, you wouldn’t be sotired at one am.”

Riza smirked but the lift dinged at their floor before she would reply.

“Maybe one day, you could teach me,” she replied, playingcoy, before giving him a wink as she stepped out of the lift. That left Roystaring after her, desire in his eyes.

A hand stilled the one on her door handle, gently but firmlyspinning Riza around so her back was against her apartment door. Roy’s handswere pressed flat against Riza’s apartment door, trapping her head betweenthem. Her surprised squeak was adorable and so was the grin on her face as Roybent to kiss her lips. Since he had done it for the first time in the club, he hadached to do it again.

“See you tomorrow?” Roy murmured, his hands moving slowly upand down her waist.

“See you tomorrow,” she agreed, her face and neck flushedfrom their activities. “You can count on it.”

He bid her goodnight and entered his own empty apartment. Thememory of kissing Riza, the feelings of her skin underneath his hands on herwaist, the softness of her hair as he ran his hands through it feverishly were freshin his mind as they lulled him peacefully to sleep.

Only to be interrupted by incessant knocking on hisapartment door.

At six thirty in the morning.

There is only one person…

Gearing up for his charade of being truly irritated, butready to joke with his friend, his retort about removing her hands from theends of her arms died on his tongue. One look at Riza’s face told him this visitwas different. She looked… scared?

“Can… Can I stay here?” Her voice was hesitant and quiet,almost fearful. His irritation gone after hearing her speak, Roy opened thedoor wider so she would enter his apartment. He was worried. Riza never looked like this.

“Yeah, of course. Is everything okay?”

Riza shook her head, offering him her phone instead ofreplying. Apprehensively, Roy took the phone from her unresisting hands.

Unknown Number: Riza weneed to talk. I didn’t like what I saw tonight. I don’t like you spending timewith that guy. I won’t allow it. 06:21am

Roy looked up at her from the screen. Her eyes were castdown towards the floor, not looking at him in the eye.

“I got that this morning, a few minutes after I woke up.”

He tried to reign in his anger. He really did. Was he watching her? The thought made himphysically ill and see red at the same time. “This happen often?” he askedcurtly, but somehow, he already knew her answer.

“Yes,” she replied in a small voice.

“Has it ever escalated?” Riza was silent and that was theonly answer Roy needed. “Why didn’t you tellme?”

“I could handle it,” she replied, voice stronger now. “Buteven after last night he still hasn’t gotten the hint and…”

“What?”

“I’m scared,” she whispered. “I’m scared of what he might do,of what he’s possibly already done, and I… I don’t want to be alone right now.Especially not in my apartment.”

Roy closed the door behind her, putting the chain across it,as if a reassurance that Dan wouldn’t get anywhere near her. Not while Roy wasaround anyway.

“Block that number after you’ve reported him to the police,”Roy told her. “I’ll drive you down there tomo – Well, at a more respectablehour,” he quipped.

“Why don’t we just go now?” Riza asked, confused. Ah, of course, Misswhat-is-sleeping-past-six-am?

“I’m going back to bed,” Roy told her. “And – only if youwant to – you can learn the benefits of sleeping past six am at the weekend.”

His attempt at humour was only to try and lighten the mood –to try and take Riza’s mind off things – and he was pleased to see she fellinto step with him, their banter coming easily to each other. He was thrilledto learn thigs weren’t different between them, despite what happened tonight.

Riza’s lips quirked up and her posture relaxed. Instead ofher arms hugging her body, they moved into the front pocket of her hoodie. “Andwhat benefits would those be?”

“Waking up next to me?” he offered with a smirk.

Riza sighed, cocking her head as if to consider hisproposal. “I think I like that benefit. Are there anymore?”

Roy grinned widely as he closed the distance between them,kissing Riza Hawkeye like his life depended on it.

God, it felt good.

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Murder  twins

Andrew had been *weird ever since they moved in with Nicky. Scratch that, Andrew had been weird since the moment they met, but this was a different sort of strange. Ever since mom died and Andrew got Aaron clean, Andrew had been distant. Not avoiding him, it just seemed like he had something on his mind. He would go out at weird times of night, and he was chain smoking when he got back. He thought they would be closer. Andrew promised! He said it was them against the world and Andrew wouldn't let anyone else hurt him. How could Andrew do that if wasn't even talking to Aaron?

But today was even stranger. Andrew talked at dinner. To Aaron *and Nicky! He almost seemed happy. That's how Aaron knows Andrew's either in deep shit or going to do something stupid tonight.

Aaron almost falls asleep waiting, but it's worth it when around 3 AM Andrew walks past where he’s pretending to sleep on the couch. Aaron watches as Andrew walks down the street. Interesting.

Aaron would follow on foot but Andrew would notice that, it's a nice enough neighborhood that not a lot of people are walking around at night.

Nicky has a spare set of keys for the neighbors house and car. She’s old and retired, so Nicky borrows her car for work in exchange for mowing her lawn and helping her around the house. Aaron grabs the keys and sets out on Andrew's tail.

Andrew walks for almost 15 minutes until he goes for a car parked on the street. Andrew gets inside and drives.

Aaron was right! Andrew is planning something. There was a report of a stolen car a couple weeks ago matching the description of the car he gets into. Andrew drives for almost half an hour, into the bad side of town before he parks in front of a nondescript house.

Aaron parks a street over just to be safe and starts walking to the house. Andrew's not the hypocritical type, he’s pretty sure, but he doesn't know why else someone drives a stolen car to a house at this time of night, in this part of town, except for drugs. Andrew seems to hate drugs, dealers or users, the same. He certainly hated Mom, and probably Aaron when he was on them. Andrew seemed so angry at her after she OD'd but maybe that's how he dealt with the grief. Aaron knows he is not doing any better with her death.

Aaron was thinking of eavesdropping or just looking through the windows when he hears glass break and a commotion. All other thoughts cease in his head as he runs to Andrew. He just got his brother back, he’s not losing him again!

The door is thankfully unlocked and Aaron races through the unfamiliar house. "Andrew!" He hisses.

"Aaron?" Comes the weak but unmistakable voice of Andrew from the living room. Aaron runs to the room and sees Andrew.

He’s covered in blood up to his elbows and there is spatterings of it all over him. He’s sitting in a pool of blood from the body next to him. There’s a knife on the floor and the dead guy’s body has numerous stab wounds. Fuck. This neighborhood is rough, but it's not that rough. Eventually someone's going to call the cops. He’s got to get Andrew out of here.

Andrew's shaking and he keeps making half hiccuping noises like he’s going to start crying. His eyes are darting all over the place, but his pupils are wide and unfocused. He keeps looking over at Aaron in surprise like everytime he looks away he thinks Aaron's going to disappear. "Andrew?" Aaron slowly crouches near Andrew, careful to avoid the blood. "Andrew?" Aaron tries again. Andrew's eyes snap to him, finally seeming to actually see him.

"A-Aaron? What're you doing here?" Andrew's shaking is getting worse but he stopped making the awful choking noise.

"Cleaning up your mess apparently." Aaron mutters as he slowly reaches out his hand and cups Andrew's face, rubbing his thumb over Andrew's cheek. Andrew seems to calm down a little at the touch. "Andrew I need you to answer some questions for me okay?" Andrew nods. "Did you kill him?"

Andrew tilts his head a little to look at the dead guy. "Yes," he says in apparent satisfaction.

"Did anyone see you do it?"

"No."

"Good."

"G-good?"

"Yeah, that means it’ll be easier to cover up."

Andrew looks confused. It's small and muted on Andrew face, just a little tilt of his eyebrows, but Aaron can tell nonetheless.

"What?"

"We're gonna burn it."

Aaron looks around at the living room. This guy liked his shiplap and wood furniture. That's helpful. The one thing he missed about his drug fueled days was burning stuff in back alleys. Not that he can’t do that now, but those kind of alley’s are filled with the sort of people he’s trying to distance himself from now.

Andrew still looks confused.

"I'm going to burn the evidence; the body, the house, and if we're lucky the car too."

Aaron helps Andrew up and sets him down in a chair facing away from the body..

Aaron finds the cleaning stuff and wipes down the stolen car after he puts it in the garage. Then he takes bleach and pours all over the body and the blood staining the shag carpet. He takes the knife with him though, better to be safe than sorry, or end up in jail, in this case.  He gets towels from the bathroom to get as much blood as possible off of Andrew. He’s responding less and less, which worries Aaron, but he has other priorities first. Like cleaning up the murder scene and then deal with the mental trauma from said murder.

He uses the towels as kindling and uses the lighter fluid he found in the garage as fuel. He lights a match and feels so proud of his work.

He would admire the fire longer but he’s got to get Andrew to the car before the fire department shows up.

-

Andrew starts getting fussy in the car.

He keeps scratching at the blood his arm and face, and whining at Aaron when he slaps his hand away.

"I know it’s uncomfortable, but I'm going to have to clean the car, and it's best if it has the least amount of evidence in it."

Andrew seems to stop scratching but gets more twitchy and irritable when he stops. That's fine by Aaron he's used to Andrew being annoying.  

Thankfully Nicky sleeps like the dead so he doesn't hear them come in. Aaron wanted to start to clean the car now, but Andrews has other plans. He’s freaking out more than he was at the house. Andrew walks inside and starts pacing as he babbles; "I have to get it off, I don't like it, I don't like it!"

Aaron carefully approaches and grabs him by the wrists disrupting his scratching again. "Andrew, what is it? What don’t you like?"

Andrew seems like he might actually cry this time. "I don’t... I need it off. I don’t like it, its feel bad. Get it off!"

Aaron pulls Andrew in close, rubbing his back. "Shh, it's going to be okay. I'm here, I'll fix it." He means that too, he'll fix whatever's wrong.

Andrew mumbles "It feels sticky, I don’t like it." into Aaron's shirt. Aaron rubs Andrew's back soothingly, when he hits a wet spot and Andrew whimpers. "Oh, the blood congealed. It’s sticking to you? I bet that doesn't feel nice at all."

Andrew shakes his head. Aaron checks the time. They still have a few hours left till sunrise. "Alrighty let's get you cleaned up, okay?"

Aaron gets Andrew to the bathroom and tries to get Andrew to undress, but he won’t let go of Aaron.

Aaron sighs and turns on the water, and pulls Andrew in with him. He'll have to burn these clothes anyways, it doesn't matter how trashed they get before that.

Andrew sputters a bit at the water, otherwise doesn't react.

"Alright Andrew, I've got to get you clean, okay?" Andrew tightens his grip at first then gently lets go. Aaron manages to wrestle his shirt, pants and socks off no trouble. He leaves the boxers on, and takes off his own clothes.

He's gently scrubbing the blood off and Andrew's holding on to his shoulder for support.

Andrew looks away and bites his lip when Aaron gets to Andrew's arm. He's shocked at the scars on his forearm, how could he have never noticed them before? Andrew always wore long sleeves, even in summer. Aaron always thought it was because he was just trying to be edgy or something.

He looks at Andrew's expression, how vulnerable and afraid he looks, and decides that it’s something to worry about later. He doesn't say anything. Just tries to get all the blood off.

-

He manages to grab some clothes for Andrew and get them both dressed. He wants Andrew to sleep or explain what's going on, but he figures tonight's not about what he wants. Andrew sits on the porch and chain smokes while Aaron cleans the car. He buries the knife in the back for lack of a better idea. The clothes he can burn later after Nicky leaves for work.

Aaron drops off the car, puts it back in the neighbor's driveway, and sits down next to Andrew.

Andrew takes a long drag and exhales. "You didn’t ask."

Aaron lays his head on Andrew's shoulder. "Nope."

Andrew stubs out his cigarette, and lights another, he’s careful about not moving too much, as to dislodge Aarons head.. Then takes a drag and stubs it out, then lights another one.

"Ya'know I'm not an expert or anything but I'm pretty sure you're supposed to smoke those."  

"Why?"

"Well the nicotin-"

"No, why? Why aren't you going to ask? Why don’t you care? I just murdered a man! And you, ... you just cleaned it up."

Aaron closes his eyes, and takes a deep breathe. The sun will rise soon, meaning Nicky will get up and wonder why they're both up before dawn. He will turn on the TV and find that the news will report an arson. Just one in a string of many in the area. He won’t find a call on his voicemail about Andrew having been in police custody. He won’t hear about the murder on the news. He especially won’t hear that Aaron was the contributing factor in either of those realities.

"Because it didn't matter. He was dead and you're not. I can't lose you again. You promised me. You're the first person to ever promise me something and mean it, so you can't back out now."

Andrew stiffens at Aaron's words. "I won't. I haven't.”

"Murdering someone without a backup plan doesn't scream 'staying' to me."

"I didnt... I." Andrew falters. "I didn't think I'd freeze up. I had a plan, but I just... fell apart." Andrew swallows hard, staring out into the middle ground. “You didn’t ask…”

“Do you want me to?”

"No... yes. I think you should."

"Okay." Aaron stands up and pulls Andrew up with him.

"Let's talk inside, we'll freak out Nicky if he thinks we're waiting for him to leave."

Andrew leads them to his room. He curls up in a blanket. He pats the bed for Aaron to sit down. Aaron leaves a couple inches of space until Andrew nudges him and he scoots closer. "Ask." Andrew says from his blanket cocoon.

"Why did you murder that man, and how did it go wrong?."

"Tilda was hitting you." Is not how Aaron thought this was going to start. Aaron filched at the reminder but Andrew sticks his hand out and grabs Aaron's hand.

"I'm okay, I just didn’t expect you to start with that."

"I told her to stop, I threatened her if she didn't. She did for a little while." Aaron nods, she did lay off of him for a couple weeks, but Aaron just thought she was on a bender. "But she didn't stop altogether." Again Aaron nods.

"I was going to cut her brakes, make it look like an accident, I was going to be there to make sure."

Aaron squeezes Andrew's hand. On one hand Andrew was planning on killing their mother, but on the other hand, the one that's holding Andrew's, he wasn't the one to leave him. "Go on."

"But she died before I could do anything. I was... not in good place after that. Then I saw him in the convenience store. I'm not surprised he didn't recognize me, it was a long time ago. I did some research and I found out where he lived. If couldn't kill your abuser, I could damn well kill at least one of mine."

"Wha-what did he do?"

"He came at night, when his wife was working late. He'd crawl into my bed. He said if I begged he would,... he would stop. He told me to say 'please' and he would stop."

"He didn’t stop, did he?"

"No, I was seven, I believed him every time he said he would stop."

"Andrew.."

"I didn’t tell you to get your pity." Andrew practically sneers.

"That's not what this is. It’s poorly concealed rage under a thin veneer of sympathy."

Aaron, slowly under Andrew’s watchful eye, pulls back the blanket and snuggles up to Andrew. "I wish I could have killed him, I wish I could make him suffer."

"He’s dead now, it doesn't matter."

"It matters to me."

Andrew look surprised and strangely touched.

"What you think I would cover up a murder I knew nothing about, for anybody? Of course I care!"

Andrew looks away from Aaron, "...Anyway, I planned to kill him. I stole a car and parked it a little ways away for later and found his address. I confronted him, he didn't recognize me at first, but when he did he-he laughed at me, at my anger. He called me a slut that wanted him. Told me if I said please again just as sweetly as I used to, he'd love to go again for old times sake."

"Is that when you stabbed him?"

"Yes."

"Good, what happened after?"

"I was supposed to be better, not stab him 27 times in his living room. Get him outside or to a bathroom. Ditch him and the car in a lake. I just... got so mad. Then I had a panic attack."

"Oh, is that what that was?"

"Yeah. But you did the best you could given the situation."

"Wait, you said 'one of [your] abusers'. Who else touched you?"

Andrew seems to sink further into their cocoon. "It doesn't matter."

"Like hell its doesn't! "

"What are you going to do, kill them?"

"Maybe. Actually, yes! Yes I will."

"No, we barely got away this time!"

"If you can plot to kill my abuser, I can damn well plot to kill yours!"

"Rin..." Andrew sighs, exhaustion flooding him.

"Drew," Aaron curls his hand into his brother's shirt. "Tell me, tell me so I can help you, we can do it together, at least if we do it together, we have a better chance at getting away with it."

Andrew frowns, gripping Aaron's hip and pulls him closer. "Later, I'm worn out." He says and buries his face in his brother's neck, feeling oddly comforted by his contact.

Aaron nods and wraps his arms around his twin, rubbing his back. "Okay, I'm here, Drew."

They fall asleep like that, wrapped up together on Andrews bed.

#Tfc #aftg #the foxhole court #all for the game #my stuff #Andrew minyard #Aaron minyard #tw blood #tw murder #tw rape #tw rape mention #it's only mentioned

[thethespacecoyote]

A little late, but here’s Day 4 for @kyluxromanceweek with “Secret Crush.” More office AUs, because why not. 

Hux can’t help but scowl when he returns to his cubicle, fresh cup of coffee in hand, to find a little wrapped box sitting just in front of his keyboard.

He narrows his eyes at it, as if his stare could wither the sparkly red bow sitting innocently atop the shiny golden paper. It’s not the first strange gift he’s received in the past few weeks, and honestly? They’re starting to wear on his nerves.

He growls as he sets his steaming coffee cup on the desk and picks up the box, looking down his nose at it as he turns it over in his hands. Of course there’s no tag. Whoever is doing this clearly doesn’t want to be found out.

Hux shakes the gift, considering just dumping it in the trash and forgetting about it altogether, but instead he pulls at the red bow and slips it off before tearing into the paper. Beneath he finds a silky red box, a name Hux recognizes from the high-end grocery store he occasionally frequents scrawled in gold on top. He pries open the lid and wrinkles his nose at the fancy chocolates nestled inside—the kind of heavy, indulgent sweets that Hux hardly partook in. He scowls and stuffs them into his laptop bag, trying to put the gift far from his mind so he could get the afternoon’s work done.

Whoever thought it funny to play such a joke wasn’t going to get a rise out of Hux that easily.

The following day Hux returns from a trip to the bathroom to find a single rose, lovingly wrapped in red ribbon, siting in his mesh pencil holder. Hux frowns, plucking the rose out and peering around the wall of his cubicle to where Phasma sits at her desk, phone cradled against her shoulder. She shoots Hux a quizzical look, signing off from the call and setting it back in its cradle.

“What is it?”

“Did you see who left this?” He brandishes the rose at her, eyebrows furrowed. She glances at the rose for a moment, before smirking.

“You got an admirer?”

“Of course not,” Hux hisses, shaking the stupid flower. “Someone is obviously trying to make a joke out of me. Make me look like some kind of lovesick fool.”

Phasma laughs, turning around in her chair to face him.

“You know, most people would be happy to get free gifts, even if it was from a stranger.” She shrugged her shoulders. “Lighten up a little.”

Hux scowls, folding his arms.

“I’ll ‘lighten up’ as soon as I figure out who is doing this. I want you to keep your eyes and ears open next time I leave my desk, see if whoever they are shows themselves.”

“Yes sir,” Phasma taunts as he storms back to his cubicle, stuffing the rose in one of his drawers before getting back to work. He gets up to grab coffee , but to his surprise and slight disappointment no new gifts grace his desk, and Phasma tells him she didn’t notice anything.  

When Hux comes to work early the next morning, there’s a massive bouquet of roses sitting daringly in his chair.

The gifts only grow more extravagant as the days go on. A little gift bag filled with delicate macarons and rolls of fruit pastilles. More flowers, this time a striking bunch of black lilies. A half-sized bottle of Prosecco. A small porcelain figure of a cat—which, despite himself, Hux actually likes, and sits on the little shelf above his computer as soon as he unwraps it.

And still he’s been unable to figure out who’s responsible, or why they’re doing it.

He’s sure it must be a prank, but there’s no one in the office he believes would go to such lengths. These kind of gifts are expensive, nothing even the most dedicated would throw away on some silly joke.

Then why?

Periodically he considers Phasma’s suggestion, that he has a true admirer—but he isn’t exactly well-liked among his coworkers. He’s more than competent in his work but rather cold when it comes to socializing, not interested in gossip or debate with the rest of the office. Hux is the type to keep his personal life far removed from his professional life, disinterested in indulging his colleagues’ incessant need for small-talk.

He can’t imagine any of them wanting to become—romantically involved with him.

So maybe it really is a joke at his expense. Perhaps the entire office pooled their funds together, just to lead Hux on, make him believe anyone could ever be interested in him. Maybe they were just waiting for him to fall for it, so they could

Honestly, Hux can’t wait for the weekend, where he might be free of all this nonsense for two blissful days. He checks his watch as he returns from his lunch break, hoping the next few hours will fly by, so he can spend his time in the solitude of his apartment with his cat and favorite books.

But as Hux approaches his cubicle he stops dead in his tracks, lips parting in surprise at what he sees—not another bouquet of roses nor box of chocolates, but a besuited man with long, dark hair barely tamed back against his head.

Hux recognizes him instantly.

Ren, one of the upper managers that Hux rarely even saw in his department, though he certainly heard plenty of rumors about the man. He apparently came from a wealthy family, and Hux has heard grumblings that may have influenced his appointment. From the few times Hux has encountered him, he seems a touch too changeable for such a position, but otherwise he’d never given the man much thought.

Until now, when he notices the wrapped box in Ren’s hand, topped with the same kind of red ribbon as all the other gifts Hux has received.

“You’re kidding,” is the first thing to come out of Hux’s mouth, in a wholly unprofessional manner but he can’t hold back. He stares at the gift in Ren’s hands, then up to the man’s face, feeling a conflict of emotions roil in his stomach at the amused expression he finds there.

“Nope. Just really good at sneaking around.” Ren smirks, looking quite satisfied with himself. Hux frowns, heart fluttering even as his mind reels in denial.

“I thought this was all a joke…it’s not a joke, is it?” He asks, taking a step back. Ren’s face falls slightly, frowning.

“No? Why would you think it was a joke?” He fidgets with the gift, confident posture taking a slight hit. “Did you not like the things I got you?”

“I—that’s not—that’s beside the point,” Hux stammers, regretting the flush he can feel crawling to his cheeks. “But I didn’t realize anyone here would be…serious about me. Much less a junior manager.”

He’d gone through a list of suspects in his head several times and had at least considered Ren, but quickly dismissed the possibility. Hux can’t wrap his head around the fact that Ren was responsible for this all along—but perhaps he’d been just that good at concealing his feelings. Biding his time, plying Hux with little gifts and presents until he felt confident enough to confront him.

It’s a little endearing—which is not a word he ever thought he’d ever ascribe to someone like Ren.

“I’m serious. Very serious.” Hux takes the wrapped box as Ren holds it out to him. His heart beats a little quickly as he pulls at the bow, taking the little lid off. His eyes widen at what he sees underneath, lips parting in surprise.

Nestled in a bed of white silk are a pair of golden cufflinks, dotted in the center with a dark red stone. Truthfully they’re a little too gaudy for Hux’s taste but he’s still bewildered by the gesture.

Alright. It’s definitely not a joke.

Ren moves in closer, and as Hux inhales sharply he can detect the strong scent of his cologne.

“Wear them tonight?”

“Tonight?” Hux looks up, raising his eyebrow. “What’s tonight?”

“A date. Well, hopefully.” Ren shrugs, closing Hux’s hand over the box. “If you’ll indulge me.”

Hux balks, eyes widening at his audacity. His first instinct is to say no, remembering his plans of solitude and relaxation for the weekend, but—

—It has been quite awhile since Hux has been on a proper date, and part of him feels curiosity at just what further sort of pampering Ren has in store for him. After a moment’s hesitation he composes himself with a nod.

“I don’t have a car. You’ll have to pick me up.” Despite himself, Hux feels his heartbeat pick up in his chest. The grin returns to Ren’s face, looking excited as a schoolboy with a crush.

“Deal. See you tonight, Armitage.” And with an affectionate pat to the hand he turns away and walks away, leaving Hux to ponder over what exactly he’s gotten himself into this evening.

#spacetext #fanfic #kylux #kyluxromanceweek #i had fun with this #sw