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toournextadventure · 10 months

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movie nights iv

Summary: You gather the Woodsboro survivors to go over your suspect list. Maybe you're just trying to impress Tara. That's for you to know and no one else to find out.

Word Count: 6.1K Warnings: swearing, Scream levels of violence Pairing: Tara Carpenter x Reader (pt.i) (pt.ii) (pt.iii) (pt.iv) (pt.v) (pt.vi) (pt.vii) (pt.viii)

The door was open. It was wide open, all that rat bastard had to do was walk right through it so you could kill him yourself. No fire escape, no hideaway, only the door. Why hadn't he walked through the goddamn-

"-You're not listening to me."

You blinked once before looking back over to your Aunt Sherry. By some miracle - it was still unclear if it was a good miracle or not - she had been the paramedic on scene. She hadn't truly questioned you yet, but you knew it was bound to happen. Your family was nothing if not nosy.

"What did you say?" You asked, fighting against the natural slip of an accent that would mimic Aunt Sherry's perfectly.

She gave you a pity-filled look. "Did he get ya anywhere else?"

"No," you instantly replied with a shake of your head. "That's it."

"Then you're all set," she said as she went to pat your shoulder. Thankfully she caught herself in time and patted your back instead. "And you don't want to go to Mercy?"

"Absolutely not," you mumbled as you hopped out of the back of the ambulance. "And don't tell Ma or Pop!"

"It's already on the news, kiddo," she said with a shrug. "If they know, they know."

"You're good for nothing," you shouted as you backpedaled to where Tara and her bunch were still standing. "See ya at mass."

Aunt Sherry waved at you and shook her head, but otherwise let you go. You looked down at the stitches now keeping your bicep together. Only five; it could've been much worse. If that was the bastard you were up against, he wouldn't be much of a challenge. Couldn't even swing a knife properly. Talk about pathetic.

You mouthed a “hey” at Tara when you finally got closer. It was cold now that the adrenaline was wearing off and you were finally feeling the cold autumn air. Would have been nice to have some sort of jacket. Or your shirt that Tara was still wearing. Well, you supposed everyone could enjoy seeing you half-naked. You would just freeze to death, it was fine.

“You okay?” Tara asked quietly, her eyes darting to the stitched up wound.

“Course I am, sweetheart,” you said with a shrug. You didn’t have the heart to tell her that it was starting to sting like a sonofabitch.

“Are you hurt?” Sam asked, and both you and Tara turned to look at her. If you were cold before, you were frozen under her icy stare.

“I mean… I’ve been worse,” you said as you did your best to avoid her gaze.

“Good,” she said. You didn’t have time to brace yourself before she slapped your uninjured arm. “What the hell were you thinking?”

“Ouch!” You complained. “The hell are you getting mad at me for?”

“I told you to stay away from my sister,” Sam continued. “You could have gotten her killed.”

“You think I called your stupid little serial killer?” You asked; you could feel the accent coming back in full force. All it did was make you more frustrated. “Isn’t he supposed to call me?”

“Guys-”

“-Nothing happened until you got Tara alone,” she interrupted Danny. “And that’s just a coincidence?”

You scrunched your face up and shrugged your shoulders. “Yes?” You said. “Why would I want anything to do with your psycho killer?”

“Hey, that’s enough,” Tara said, moving to hold Sam’s arm.

It didn’t stop her. “We were doing just fine until you came along.” Sam jabbed her finger into your chest.

“You really think the two ‘a youse were doin’ fine?” You asked. “You’re trust issues and repressed trauma in human form.”

“Hey,” Tara scolded, her eyes now on you.

“Listen, I’m sorry, but I’m right,” you said, holding your hands up in mock surrender. “And you can be suspicious all you want, but why the fuck would I interrupt myself finally gettin’ laid for the first time in months?”

“Oh my god,” Tara whispered to herself as she turned her back to you.

“I have priorities too,” you defended.

“Fine,” Sam said quickly. “If I say I believe you, will you please shut up?”

“Yes,” you said.

You all finally fell silent, Sam still giving you a look that meant she did not believe you, but at least she had stopped arguing. Danny was giving you that stupid “I’m not mad, just disappointed” look, and Tara still wouldn’t face you. What was going on in the world? You were just supposed to get laid, you weren’t supposed to be dealing with… whatever the fuck all of this was.

“So,” you finally said as police continued to mill around you. “What do you guys normally do now?”

“Seriously?” Tara asked, finally turning back to look at you.

“I’m no Ghostface expert,” you said defensively, again. “Do we just… go on as normal?” A chorus of groans followed your question. “Because I still need to go clean up the kitchen.”

“I do too,” Danny said, looking at Sam for a moment before turning back to you.

Unfortunately for him, Tara noticed and she stood up straighter.

“What was my sister doing in your apartment anyway?” She asked him. His mouth flopped open and closed like a fish out of water.

“Oh how the tables have turned,” you said as you crossed your arms over your chest and cocked your hip. “About damn time.”

“I was helping him carry up groceries,” Sam said with a slight shake of her head.

“Oh, so you can go into a stranger’s apartment and I can’t even have someone I know over?” Tara asked.

“Okay, hang on,” you said, somehow turning into the middle man. This whole night was turning into a disaster. You needed a drink. Or five.

“No, she doesn’t get to accuse you when she’s acting suspicious,” Tara said with a shake of her head before looking at Sam and Danny again. “So do you know him or not?”

“Tara-”

“-no, Sam,” she interrupted. “What is he to you?”

You locked eyes with Danny at the same time Tara and Sam locked eyes. Part of you wanted to just break the awkward tension and say Danny was with Sam. It would get Tara off his back and you could all go about the real problem; finally getting you back into a shirt so you wouldn’t freeze your tits off.

Sam sighed. “He and I are… a thing.”

“I knew it,” Tara said softly.

“Tara-”

“-I would’ve been happy for you,” she said. “If you hadn’t accused my partner of being Ghostface.”

“I’m your partner now?” You asked, perking up immediately.

“Shut up,” she said quickly.

“Yes ma’am,” you said, snapping your jaw shut. God you loved when she was mean.

“If I may-”

“-You may not,” Tara said, turning to face Danny. “I don’t want to hear from any of you right now.”

“How about from me?”

All four of you shut your mouths and looked around, finally seeing Detective Bailey walking toward your little group. You sighed and looked around. The last person you wanted to see at the moment was him. Well, okay, the last person you wanted to see was Ghostface, but Detective Bailey was a very close second.

“Why am I not surprised to see you here?” He asked, clapping you on the shoulder of your hurt arm. Oh fuck it hurt.

“Always a pleasure, Detective,” you said politely through a forced smile.

“You sound just like your old man,” he said.

“Bet I do,” you mumbled as you turned your head away.

“I’m going to need the two of you to come down for a talk,” Bailey said, pointing to you and Tara.

“Not us?” Danny asked.

“I’m coming too,” Sam said without waiting for Bailey to answer.

“You’ll be waiting in a separate room,” Bailey said. You didn’t blame him for not even arguing; if anyone knew Sam, they knew to just roll with the punches. “Come on.”

You followed him, Tara quick behind you. With a glance, you saw Danny and Sam talking for a moment before he backed away toward the apartment. She, on the other hand, caught up in only a few strides and forced herself in between you and Tara. If it hadn’t been for the whole just-nearly-getting-murdered thing, you would’ve teased her about her territorial tendencies.

“Don’t put me back there with her,” you said quietly when Bailey tried to put you in the back of the squad car. Right beside Sam. “She’s not my biggest fan.”

“Neither am I,” he said with a smile before pushing your head down and shoving you into the car. “Get in.”

You practically fell into the car, your knees banging against the front seat. It was still cold as hell and now your arm was strained. A quick glance down showed a few little spots of blood. Great. Now that was split again too. Why couldn’t anyone just let you grab some clothes?

The entire ride to the station you could feel Sam’s gaze on you. No, not a gaze, it was a full-blown glare. If you had died in that apartment, you didn’t think she would’ve been too upset about the fact. And Tara was being diplomatic and keeping her mouth shut, looking out the window as the city passed by. It was smart.

“So,” you started, “did you and Danny have a nice night?”

“Shut up,” Sam mumbled.

“Okay,” you said quickly.

Well, at least no one could say you didn’t try.

It was a short drive to the station, and you felt like you were going to combust under Sam’s eyes. The scrutiny didn’t stop when you pulled into the station, and it certainly didn’t stop when you walked in. If looks could kill? Yeah, it was a real thing. It might not kill, but it definitely made you want to die.

“Hey, Y/N,” Linda at reception said when you walked in.

“Hey, babe,” you said with a wink, walking over to lean on the desk. “How’re the little rascals?”

“They’re good,” she said, leaning forward on her arms. “Found you a girl yet?”

“Think so,” you said, fully putting on the charm. “Right over there,” you gestured your head behind you.

“I’m guessin’ it’s not the one givin’ you the “eat shit and die” look?”

You both turned your head to look at Sam, who had now crossed her arms over her chest. Tara wasn’t even trying to stop her; you didn’t blame her. Samantha Carpenter was a force of nature that no one wanted to fight against. Tara had probably learned that after the first Ghostface attack in Woodsboro.

“Good guess,” you mumbled.

“Keep moving,” Bailey said as he walked past you with Tara and Sam hot on his heels.

“We’ll catch up another time,” you said, sending Linda a wink and smile.

“Countin’ on it,” she replied before blowing a kiss in your direction.

Your brother was going to kill you for flirting with his wife.

It was a familiar walk back to Bailey’s interrogation room. While Sam was directed to a separate room, you walked in ahead of Tara and sat down in the seat that you had secretly designated as your own. At the rate you frequented, you might as well just carve your name into the wood. Just so Bailey would always have a reminder of you whether he wanted it or not.

“Here,” he said when he walked in and threw something at you. You flinched, but caught it. “Put that on.”

“Thanks,” you mumbled as you pulled the NYPD shirt over your head. You sneezed. “Sorry,” you said when you wiped your nose. “I’m allergic to pigs.”

“Stop,” Tara whispered to you.

“What can you tell me about tonight?” He asked, completely ignoring your comment.

“We were just having dinner and watching a movie,” you said with a shrug. “Bada bing, bada boom, little rat bastard interrupts.”

“Did you find him?” Tara asked. Why was everyone ignoring you? You were the one with the injuries, right? Shouldn’t you have more of a say than anyone else? Maybe you had a lot more to learn about this whole Ghostface thing than you had thought.

“We didn’t find anything,” Bailey said with a shrug. “Got anyone who has it out for you?”

They both turned to look at you after the question had been voiced. You looked between the both of them. Oh for fuck’s sake, now it was just getting insulting. There was no winning for you, was there? First you’re interrupted, then you’re attacked, then interrogated by not only Sam but now Bailey too? Well, fuck you, you guessed.

“Why are the two ‘a youse looking at me?” You asked. “I stay out of trouble.”

They both gave you exasperated looks.

“I mostly stay out of trouble,” you corrected.

“Was your sister accounted for?” Bailey asked.

“She was across the alley with a guy,” Tara answered with a shake of her head.

“Danny,” you filled in. “He didn’t do this.”

“And neither did Sam,” she said.

“Did he target one of you more than the other?” He asked.

“He turned to face Tara,” you said as you recalled the event. Most of it was a blur, but you could pick out one or two pieces. “But he didn’t have enough time to really target anyone.”

“Then you need to stay safe,” he said directly to Tara. “I would guess he’s going after your Woodsboro crew.”

“Typical,” Tara huffed, falling back against her chair.

“What do we do?” You asked, doing the opposite of her and leaning forward on the table. “Twiddle our thumbs until you maybe catch the guy?”

“Are you calling us incompetant?”

“Yeah,” you said with a nod. “I am.”

“You’re going to go home and let us do our jobs,” he said.

“And if you don’t do your jobs?” You asked with a tilt of your head.

“You’re still going to stay out of it.” He wasn’t even looking at Tara anymore. “Do I make myself clear?”

“Crystal,” you answered.

You kept your eyes locked on his. It wasn’t your first stare down with Bailey, and it certainly wouldn’t be your last. You knew you were on his permanent shit list, but quite frankly you didn’t care. His group of piss poor detectives had let you all down time and time again, you weren’t going to trust him with your life.

And you certainly weren’t going to trust him with Tara’s.

“You’re both free to go,” he finally said. “We’ll be in touch.”

“I bet you will,” you said, but stood up anyway.

Tara left the room before you, and you sent one more glare at Bailey before following suit. To no one’s surprise, Sam was already waiting. She checked on Tara and gave you a once-over before starting the walk out of the station. You gave Linda a smile and a little wave before walking outside.

Where the news stations were waiting.

It was absolute pandemonium. Too many voices, too many flashing lights, you were amazed the Carpenters weren’t fazed. Well, you were amazed but not surprised. You knew all the shit they had to deal with since Woodsboro. They were probably used to all the commotion that came with being survivors of a brutal series of killings.

“Don’t talk to them,” you said as you quickly got between them and the reporters. “Keep walking, I’ll take care of it.”

You turned around and held your arms behind you to keep a hold of Tara and did what you knew would work. As your godmother had taught you, you started swearing up a storm. Every word you could think of to form the most colourful string of curses you could come up with. The looks of pure agitation and frustration on the reporters’ faces was enough to make you smile.

“That doesn’t work on me, sweetheart.”

Your smile fell when Gale walked into your view.

“Now’s not the time,” you said with a pointed look. “We can talk later.”

“An exclusive?” She asked, following behind you as you pushed Sam and Tara down the sidewalk and away from the station. And the reporters.

“Without your cronie,” you said.

Gale gave you a look of pure exasperation, but only a moment later waved for her cameraman to leave. You waited for him to be out of earshot before you gestured for her to follow you, and she instantly fell into step with you as you both caught up to the Carpenters. They didn’t seem as impressed, but at least they knew her.

“Are you okay?” She asked you. “I heard you got hurt.”

“Just a scratch,” you said with a shrug. “Far less than you lot have gone through.”

“I had wanted to keep you out of all of this,” she said.

“Well,” you sighed. “Seems I’m in it now.”

“What are you doing here, Gale?” Sam asked, turning around quickly and stopping the four of you in your tracks. “I think you know we’re not too happy with you.”

“No one is ever happy with me, sweetheart,” Gale said with her News Smile. “I’m actually here to check up on Y/N.”

“With your cameraman?”

“How do you know Y/N?” Tara and Sam asked at the same time.

Everyone turned to look at you, who was in the process of biting your fingers off. You froze under the scrutiny, your hands slowly falling back down to your side where you shoved them in your pants pockets. It seemed like you were just going to be interrogated for the rest of your life.

“I’m their godmother,” Gale said when it was clear you were a little too frazzled to talk.

“Excuse me?” Tara asked.

“My Pop went to college with her,” you finally managed to say. “Suppose he liked her enough to make her part of the family.”

“And you just failed to mention that little fact?” Tara asked, her arms crossed defensively over her chest. Oops.

“Didn’t think it mattered,” you said with a shrug, “I’m not Woodsboro.”

“Can we focus?” Sam asked. “What do you want, Gale?”

“What happened?” Gale asked. “No recorder, no camera, just tell me.”

The three of you looked at each other and sighed. They might not trust Gale - which was understandable, she had written a book when she said she wouldn’t - but you did. She might not be blood, but she was family. You gave the Carpenters time to stop you before turning to face her and telling her what happened.

You ommitted the little detail that you were mid-lay.

“I’m going to go do some digging,” she said with a dazed nod of her head. “You do the same?”

“Yes ma’am,” you said with a shrug. “I’ve got a few things to go over.”

“Good,” she said before looking back at Sam and Tara. “Stay safe.” She looked at you. “All of you.”

All of you nodded and mumbled an agreement before bidding Gale goodbye. You watched and waited for her to be gone before turning back around to face the others. Now that everything had mostly calmed down, you were starting to focus on the real issue at hand again.

“What now?” Tara asked, her eyes flicking between you and Sam.

“We need to meet up with Chad and Mindy,” Sam said. “Fill them in.”

“I’ll head to my apartment,” you said. Tara opened her mouth to protest almost instantly. “I need to go over a few things.”

“We need to stick together,” she said.

“We can all meet up at my apartment tomorrow night,” you said with a gentle voice. “I’ve got some digging of my own to do.”

“No one even knows where you live,” Sam said. She looked at Tara and waited to see if she knew. Thankfully, she didn’t, and Sam let out a barely noticeable sigh of relief.

“I’ll call you from a burner and tell you the address,” you said. Both girls looked at you with raised brows. “Can’t trace a burner, and it guarantees it won’t be mirrored.”

“That’s some sketchy shit,” Tara said. “How do you know this stuff?”

“Got a few tricks up my sleeve,” you shrugged. “Still not Ghostface,” you defended when Sam gave you a judgmental look.

“Then we’ll see you tomorrow,” Sam said. “Come on.”

She turned around to leave, and you stood there watching her go. Tara hesitated, looking between you and Sam. As much as you wanted her to stick around, you knew she needed to be with her gang. No one could understand them the way they understood each other, and one little half-hearted attack didn’t make you one of them. You knew that.

“Go on,” you said softly with a gentle smile. “I’ll see you tomorrow.”

She looked at you for a little too long, long enough to have you shifting your weight from foot to foot. You inhaled deeply, trying your best to calm your racing thoughts and pulse. Tara stepped forward slowly and grabbed the front of your shirt, pulling you down just enough to plant a gentle kiss on your cheek.

“Stay safe,” she said. “I mean it.”

“Yes ma’am,” you said with another smile.

Tara took that as good enough and turned around, jogging to catch up with Sam. You could see the both of them talking, and Sam’s arm wrapped protectively around Tara’s shoulders. It was sweet. You couldn’t even imagine what all they went through on a regular basis. All the chaos was enough to make anyone insane. They were lucky to have each other.

You shook the thought out of your head and started the long walk back to your apartment. If they were all coming over tomorrow night, you would need to have all your ducks in a row. No way were you inviting veterans into your home only to look like a fool.

—---

By the time everyone showed up at your apartment, you were running on 43 hours of being awake, your seventh espresso, and your 13th RedBull. Were you going insane? Yes. Could you smell colours? Absolutely. In fact, red smelled like black pepper. Or maybe that was the disgusting takeout you had been munching on for the past nine hours.

Damn, you needed to clean. Thank god Garret wouldn’t be back from his parent’s house until next weekend.

The knock on your front door pulled you back to the current situation. Right. You were going to show everyone what you had discovered. Which, not to brag, but it was pretty impressive. You managed to sweep the majority of the trash into a trash bag and put it off to the side before tripping over papers on the way to the door.

“Hey,” you said with a frazzled smile when you threw the door open and saw the entire gang standing there.

“When was the last time you slept?” Anika asked.

“Or showered,” Chad chimed in.

“Just get in here,” you said as you stepped aside. “I’m definitely on to something.”

“Good, because I have my own theories,” Mindy said with a smile. She was the first to enter.

You said hi to every one of them as they came in. Anika gave you a chaste kiss on the cheek and Quinn patted your unhurt arm. When Tara finally walked in, at the very end of the line, she gave you a look that you… couldn’t quite describe. She didn’t look sad. You supposed “worried” was a much better descriptor.

“You didn’t even change out of the shirt,” she said, pulling lightly on the NYPD shirt that you were still sporting.

“Shit,” you mumbled, “you’re right.”

“Go change,” she said, and you nodded before shutting and locking the door behind her.

“Get settled,” you told everyone as you walked into your room. You left the door open as you dug for something to wear. “All ‘a youse stayed safe, right?” You called.

“Safe and sound,” Anika called back.

“Good,” you said, tossing the NYPD shirt onto the bed. You were still trying to orient the new shirt as you walked back into the living room. “I’ve got some information you’re all going to love.”

“Who is that guy staring at us from across the alley?” Chad asked.

“What?” You said as you finally pulled the shirt over your head. You walked over to the window to see who he was talking about. “Oh, that’s Tony.”

“Who?” Sam asked.

“My older brother,” you said, shooting a wave at him. He waved back and smiled. “After the other night, I asked him to keep watch. His bedroom window watches the fire escape outside my room.”

“How many brothers do you even have?” Quinn asked, mostly to herself.

“Five,” you answered anyway, “and two sisters.”

“Are you fucking serious?” Tara asked incredulously.

“What can I say,” you shrugged. “We’re Catholic.”

“And you trust Tony?” Mindy asked. “Like really trust him?”

“With my life,” you said. “Now, everyone sit down, I’ve got a few things to show you.” You looked around. “Where’s Ethan?”

“Econ,” Chad answered.

You looked around for a moment, collecting your thoughts. “Alright then,” you said. “Mindy, would you like to enthrall us with your theories while I get my stuff situated?”

“I would love to,” she said with a smile as she stood up in front of everyone.

You listened to Mindy’s talk about sequels and remakes and upping the budget and yada yada. It was all very flashy, very out there, but you could respect it. If anyone would know what was going on, it would be Mindy. And she managed to fill more than enough time while you finished pulling everything up on your laptop and hooking it up to the projector on the ceiling.

“Now we shall hear your theories,” Mindy said as she practically handed you the floor.

“Not necessarily theories,” you said, “but I dug up some dirt.”

“And how did you manage to do that?” Chad asked as he leaned back against your couch.

“Well, Chadwick,” you said, ignoring the glare he sent you, “I learned from a very reliable source.”

“Gale is their godmother,” Sam explained.

“And my sister Martha is a tech guru,” you said as you pulled up your powerpoint presentation, “so I learned from the best.”

“Did you turn this into a TED Talk?” Quinn asked with a tilt of her head.

“Why yes I did, Quinn, thank you for asking,” you said as you pulled up the first slide.

“How long is this presentation?” Tara asked.

“Long,” you said with a smile, “so buckle up.”

You went over everything you had managed to dig up for the past 18 hours. From all the Reddit conspiracies, to possible motives. You pointed out how all the theories of Sam being the killer had all managed to come from different sock puppet accounts, which all connected to two different real accounts, which shared IP addresses.

“And you learned how to find that out from your sister?” Anika asked as she leaned forward on her thighs.

“Yes I did,” you said, “and she’s never wrong.”

“Who do the two accounts belong to?” Tara asked.

“Now that I don’t know yet,” you sighed. “But we got our two potential Ghostfaces right there.”

“Two?” Sam asked.

“There’s almost always two,” you said. “Except for, uh, what’s his name,” you shuffled through some of the papers on your table. “Ah, that Roman guy.”

Everyone looked at you with a mix of shock, confusion, and amazement. And maybe a little bit of fear.

“I told you I did my research,” you defended. “Unlike you guys, I didn’t grow up with Ghostface as part of my school curriculum.”

“So you did all this just to tell us you still don’t know who it is?” Chad asked.

“I’m not a detective, I’m doing my best,” you huffed. “It’s more than that pig Bailey ever did.” You instantly looked at Quinn. “No offense, doll.”

“None taken,” she said with a shrug.

“But I do think this means he’s going after you, Sam,” you said. “He painted a bullseye on you with the Reddit bullshit. Must’ve pissed someone off.”

“Seems that’s all I ever do,” she said with a huff.

Everyone got to talking, going over what you had managed to find out. You continued shuffling through your papers, seeing if there was anything else you had left out. All the adrenaline and caffeine was starting to wear off and your eyes were fuzzy, but you could focus long enough to read. Mostly.

Your phone vibrated on the table, and you looked down. From the area code, the call was from the Bronx. If anything, one of your siblings got a new phone and was calling you to let you know. It had happened far too many times anyway, you shouldn’t have been surprised.

“Quit breakin’ your goddamn phone,” you said immediately after answering.

“Hello, Y/N.”

You froze.

“What’s wrong?” He asked. “Cat got your tongue?”

Everyone was still talking amongst themselves. You didn't know if you were supposed to tell them about the call or not. No one was looking at you, so you walked over to the window. When Tino looked over, you signed for him to watch.

"You and your buddy showin' up tonight?" You asked. "Or are you both a couple 'a pussies?"

"You're bold," he said. "Have you learned much from your research?"

"A bit," you said. You were eying the streets below. Surely he was somewhere close.

"Then I'll ask you the single most important question," he said. "What's your favourite scary movie?"

“Pee-Wee’s Big Adventure,” you said. “Large Marge will haunt me till I die.”

“You think you’re funny.”

“My Ma told me I’m a natural comedian.” He wasn’t in the alley. Where was he?

“You ever seen Stab?”

“Not really,” you said. You were vaguely aware of the fact that everyone had fallen silent. “I think they're insensitive."

"Insensitive?" He chuckled. "How chivalrous."

"You gonna play your game or not?" You asked, finally turning back around to see everyone staring at you.

Oh no.

"Did you check Garret’s room when you got home last night?"

Your eyes darted to Garret’s closed bedroom door. No. No you hadn’t checked it last night. The phone fell from your hand as you vaulted over the armchair in your way. Someone was calling to you, but you couldn’t hear what they were saying. Without any hesitation or sense of self preservation, you threw the door open.

No one was in there.

“Shit,” you mumbled to yourself.

“Don’t go in there!” Mindy shouted at you from the living room. “Have you never seen a horror movie?”

“Just shut up,” you called back. “Get out,” you said when you grabbed one of the baseball bats you kept in every room of the apartment. “Tony’s apartment number is 413, it’s a four floor walk-up.”

“I’m staying,” Tara said.

“Come on,” Chad said; you hoped he grabbed her and forced her to leave.

This is a stupid idea, you thought as you stalked your way to Garret’s closed closet door. Sure, you had a bat, but you had no idea what you were going to do if that fucker was in there. What, you were going to just bludgeon him to death? Yeah, that would look great on your rap sheet.

“Here goes nothin’,” you mumbled as you turned the doorknob and threw the door open, the bat primed and ready.

No one was in there either.

“What the-”

-screams came from the front door.

Shit.

You tripped over Garret’s duffel bag that he had left and hit the floor with a hard *thud*. The stitches on your bicep pulled tight. You could hear your pulse racing in your ears as you pushed yourself back up to your feet and ran out of the room.

Just in time to see Ghostface pulling the knife out of Anika’s stomach.

You saw Mindy not too far away holding her bleeding arm, but you couldn’t find anyone else. That was probably a good thing.

Ghostface lifted the knife again.

The wood of the bat rubbed harshly against the skin of your palms as you swung. It hit his head with a hollow *thunk*, and he groaned and fell to the ground. You didn't recall crossing the living room.

“Go,” you shouted as you pushed Anika and Mindy into your room and slammed the door behind the three of you.

Mindy helped Anika onto your bed and pushed against the wound that you could now see went all the way from her sternum to her stomach. Your own stomach twisted at the sight. The muscles in your legs were frozen even as your mind ran rampant.

Something grabbed the doorknob.

You dropped the bat and lunged, slamming into the door right as it opened. Your hands wrapped around the doorknob as it twisted erratically. The metal started to heat up from the friction and you could feel it burning the skin on your palms.

"We're going to die," Anika cried.

"Try to stay positive," Mindy told her even as she was looking around the room for… you didn't know what.

The doorknob twisted again. The door opened slightly, and you slammed your shoulder into it again. Why didn't you fix the fucking lock when you had the chance last week?

"If we get out of this alive, I'm fucking strangling you-"

-The gleam of a knife shut you up and took over everything in your sight.

You followed as it pulled out, leaving a hole in your door right beside your head along with a light smear of blood.

"Get out," you said, your eyes still glued to the blood smear on your door.

"What?" Mindy asked

"Fire escape leads to Tony's room," you said.

"Tara will kill me if I leave you-"

-the knife drove through the door again. You jumped back but felt a sharp sting in your hip.

The door tried to fly open again. You yelped, but pushed against it harder. Your bare feet dug into the carpet and you could feel the strain in your thighs.

"Give me the chair," you ordered, waving your hand vaguely in the direction of a metal folding chair.

Someone shuffled around the room, and in seconds you felt the chair in your outstretched hand. You placed it underneath the doorknob.

The knife pierced the door again.

And again.

"Come on," you heard Mindy say to Anika. At least you assumed that was who she was talking to.

Anika groaned, but the sounds meant they were moving. Hopefully to your window. Your pulse was rushing in your ear.

The doorknob jiggled again.

"Grab my hand!" Okay, that was Sam, the window was open.

The knife came into your field of view.

Oh god this was so stupid!

"Y/N, come on!"

Tara?

The doorknob quit moving and the room was enveloped with a deafening silence.

You let go of the doorknob slowly and took a few hesitant steps back. The heel of your foot hit the bat, and you reached down to pick it up without taking your eyes off the door.

"Just get out here!"

The grain of the wood rubbed your palms raw as you tightened your grip on the handle. It hung in the air above your shoulder, ready to swing.

I dare you to try it.

"Tara wait!"

Someone stepped onto the fire escape before climbing into the window. You didn't dare turn from the door. A familiar hand touched your ear. It stung.

"You're bleeding," Tara said softly.

You didn't answer.

There was banging in the living room. You twisted your hands around the bat and planted your feet. So help you god, if Ghostface even so much as sneezed you would-

"-It's Bailey!"

Your heart skipped a beat. Maybe two.

"We have paramedics downstairs," he continued, "open the door."

Your eyes stayed on the door even as you toed the chair, pulling it until it fell to the ground with a *clang*. Your grip on the bat tightened as you watched the doorknob twist.

Detective Bailey stepped into the room, hands held up in surrender.

You exhaled sharply and felt all the muscles in your body relax.

The bat fell to the ground as your vision went fuzzy. Tara's hand fell and rested on your hip.

You supposed you had just survived attack number two.

#tara carpenter x reader #tara x reader #tara carpenter #jenna ortega x reader #jenna ortega

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ashisgreedy · 9 months

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Sebastian Sallow x F!MC

Modern AU Biker!Sebastian

“Catch-A-Ride“

MDNI

WC: 3,050

A|N: Your motorcycle boyfriend is devilish~ Also, he loves her v much ♡ This is my 1st ever Bash fic! You can thank [this] post and @finalgirllx for saying the phrase "Biker Seb".

MC quickly swipes an extra coat of mascara on her lashes when she hears the knock on the door. She tosses the tube back in her makeup bag and looks herself over in the mirror one last time.

There’s another louder knock as she nears the door.

“I’m coming!” She shouts, checking out the peephole to make sure it’s who she thinks it is. MC recognizes his messy brown hair and the sunglasses he always wears.

She throws the door open and pulls him in for a hug. “Hey!”

Sebastian smiles as she hugs him tight. “Hey,” He holds his motorcycle helmet in one hand and wraps his free arm tight around her waist. “Are you ready to go?” He looks down at her as his hand rubs her lower back

“Yeah, let me just grab my helmet and we can be off.”

The two share a quick kiss before she reaches for the helmet on the coffee table in her living room. He keeps smiling a bit longer than usual and she narrows her eyes in suspicion.

“You’re earlier than you said you’d be.” She glances at the clock on the wall.

“No traffic.” Sebastian counters.

With her helmet in hand, a perfect match to the one Sebastian is holding, a gift from him on their last anniversary, she guides him out the door.

“What’s that look on your face?” MC tries to see his eyes beyond the dark sunglasses. His smirk growing the closer they get to his bike.

“What look? I always look like this.” He chews on a piece of gum in his mouth.

She knew him well enough to know something was up. “What’s going on, Sebastian? What are you up to?”

“Nothing,” He puts on his helmet, hiding the grin he’s sporting. “I can’t be happy to see my girl?”

She narrows her eyes again before putting on her own helmet. Sebastian climbs onto his bike and waits for her to do the same.

“I suppose…” She half believes him. She would drop it for now, though, she knew she’d bring it up again later after they took their first pitstop.

He waits quietly for her to climb onto the bike behind him. She’s done it a dozen times by now, going with him on several rides all over the city and into the mountains. The view alone always knocked her socks off. Not to mention how exhilarating it is to be racing down a road while the wind whips past and your heart is racing from the thrill.

Sebastian looks back and watches to make sure she doesn’t need help as she swings her leg over.

He had told her to wear a flowy skirt for their evening ride but she was already regretting it as she tried to stuff the ends of the fabric under her legs on the seat. She didn’t want her skirt to fly up and expose her panties to passersby giving them an unwanted show, so she took her time making sure every part was tucked under.

Sebastian was very patient and waited for her to tap him to indicate she was ready since the helmets muffled sound.

Tonight's plan was to take a ride along the winding roads toward the mountains as the sun set over the land below. It had been a while since they last took this route and she was excited to see the gorgeous views again.

Once satisfied with her modesty, she wrapped her arms around him and tapped him.

Sebastian braced the bike and started it up. She pushed her face into his black leather jacket. The familiar oaky scent of the leather mixed with the metallic smell of the outdoors gave her a comforting warmth in her chest. She pressed her knees to the back of his jean-clad thighs, preparing for acceleration.

With a loud rev, he sped off down the street and her heart pounded with adrenaline. She smiled wide from ear to ear as he picked up speed.

Her neighborhood passed in a flash, and then they were out on the open road. The sky was shades of blues, oranges, and pinks washing over the landscape. He took a right turn and then they were off on the long stretch toward the mountains.

Sebastian picked up speed once they were in a less populated area.

She held on tight to him and kept her weight on the center of the bike. Her hands rubbed over his chest as she relaxed and enjoyed the scenery. There were tons of trees and valleys off to one side and large mountains growing on the right.

At a red light, Sebastian brought his hand up to his chest and rubbed the back of her hand gently. She hugged him from behind and gave him some ‘I love you’ squeezes. He squeezed her hand back in return.

They entered the mountain roads, speeding past forests and hiking trails. They hadn’t seen a car in miles.

The bike hummed pleasantly beneath her without the protection of the thick denim pants she usually wore. Then Sebastian revved the engine and it was more than pleasant.

The vibration started rushing through her like an electric current. She blushed as the sensation continued. It was becoming a bit much.

The only thing between her clit and the seat was the thin layer of cotton panties she wore. She breathed through it and tried to relax against his back.

The engine revved higher and her fingers dug into his chest. She held him in a vice grip and shifted in her seat.

The bike wavered and Sebastian turned his head for a moment to look back at her. He then quickly looked back at the road, keeping his eyes on it.

The vibration of the bike's seat felt even more incredible. She shifted minutely, trying not to make the bike come unbalanced but the assault to her clit was becoming too much.

He sped off down the mountain road, but she wasn’t paying attention to the beautiful scenery anymore.

Her legs were shaking and her stomach muscles clenched as shockwaves rippled through her core. The orgasm hit her like a bus. She gasped and clung to Sebastian, fighting the urge not to rock her hips for some delicious friction.

The bike's unrelenting vibrations assaulted her now oversensitive clit.

She couldn’t stop the moans that escaped her as another orgasm was pulled from her. Her thighs clamped down on the bike as her body pulsed.

Her cries of pleasure were audible in the wind as one orgasm melted into another and another.

The seat and her panties were soaked from the wetness making the seat harder to stay on. She felt herself sliding, but the death grip she had on Sebastian kept her centered.

She must have been knocking the air out of his lungs with the strength of her grip but there had been no reaction from him at all, even when she screamed out in pleasure.

The vibrations changed slightly giving her a break from the strong ones she’d been accosted with, and the orgasms finally stopped. She was sweating and gasping for breath.

She smacked his chest and could feel his body rumble with laughter. She smacked him again and he revved the engine higher and, oh, fuck… he was doing this on purpose.

Her clit throbbed to the point of pain as her body responded to the higher vibrations. She was on the brink of madness as more orgasms piled on top of one another.

She started paying attention to her surroundings again when the bike began to slow, striking gravel. Her panting was more audible without the motorcycle engine and wind whipping past to drown her out. Her rapid breathing fogged the visor of her helmet.

The bike came to a stop on the side of the road next to an impressive view of the mountains and forest below.

She was limp against his back as the bike gently purred. Small tremors ran through her body with every breath she took. He cut off the bike but her body continued to hum with the ghost of the intense vibrations.

Sebastian waited a moment before carefully peeling her hand off him. The kickstand came down and he slid off the bike. Removing his helmet revealed his messy brown waves. He spit out his gum onto the ground and set the helmet down carefully.

As he walked over to her wearing a shit-eating grin.

She glared at him, but it wasn’t effective with the helmet on her head. She yanked it off and Sebastian carefully took it from her, setting it on the ground.

Her hair was a mess sticking to her sweaty forehead, her cheeks a deep red, and her lips plump and swollen from biting them.

“You did that on purpose!” She spat, placing her hands in front of her on the seat to hold herself up.

He lifted his brows with a smirk.

“How many times?” Sebastian asked in a cool tone.

“What!?” She huffed, still glaring at her boyfriend.

"How many times did you cum on my bike? How many?" He took off his sunglasses and hooked them in his back pocket. He wouldn’t need them again tonight as the sun set. She could see the spark of excitement in his eyes.

"I…. I don't know.." she adjusted in the seat and felt how slick it was.

She was in a state and wanted him to be just as much of a frazzled mess as she was.

Her legs were like jelly as she tried to stand. She would not be embarrassed by the wetness she left on the seat, she refused.

Before she could get off the bike, Sebastian crouched down and looked at her at eye level. His eyes looked almost predatory as his finger slid over her bare thigh. Her skin ignited with his touch as he moved up and up, pushing her skirt the farther he went.

She could feel the slickness all over her thighs and knew her panties were absolutely done for.

“How many?” His tone was serious, sending shivers down her spine.

She held her breath as his fingers reached the soaked fabric. He nudged where her clit was and her body jerked.

“I-I don’t know! …I lost count.” MC trembled under his touch and gaze.

He hummed with a small smile.

“Get off the bike.” He rakes his hand through his hair as he stands and waits for her.

She tried again but her legs were trembling so much it took her a moment. Her skirt was sticking to her thighs and she looked a mess.

Sebastian helped her, placing his hands on her waist and guiding her off the bike. Her feet slid on the gravel as he pulled her against his body.

“You made a mess of my seat.” His lips twitched in a smirk.

It was very obvious just how much of a mess she’d made thanks to the state of the dehydrated leather.

The world tilted and her chest was pressed down to the wet seat, ass in the air. She braced her hands on the bike to hold herself up.

Sebastian flipped up her skirt and tugged her panties down to her ankles. Then his mouth was on her and she gasped. He licked her slit eagerly, pushing her thighs apart to go deeper, licking more of her. He latched his lips on her clit and he sucked hard.

MC fell apart, legs trembling as she gasped his name.

He lapped at her until she was soaked anew, making her aching cunt quiver. She was a blubbering mess, writhing in the firm grip he had on her thighs. She hissed as he dug his fingers into her leg, pressing harder, keeping her in place. He held her apart and ate her out more lively than she’d ever seen.

Sebastian moaned against her pussy and she arched her back. His tongue felt like sin and she couldn’t form words.

"The way you taste…" Sebastian didn't comment further. He just hummed a satisfied sound.

A cool burst of air struck her dripping heat and she groaned at the loss of his mouth.

She faintly heard the sound of a zipper over her own hysterics. Then the thick head of his cock pressed against her aching entrance and her whimpering became begging.

“Oh! Yes, please! Yes, yes!”

“Gods,” He murmured.

He took far too long to press his cock into her. She wanted to be filled, she was begging for it, dammit!

Sebastian presses in and the blunt head of his cock pops passed the tight entry of her pussy.

He sucks in a breath and grabs her hips firmly. He pulls her body, forcing her to take him to the hilt as he stands completely still.

It was a snug fit and he waited a moment, lightly rocking his hips while her body accommodated him.

Her feet slid on the gravel trying to find purchase.

Sebastian angled himself then struck that one spot that counted. He wasn’t gentle with her, his thrusts were hard and fast as his fingers dug into her hips.

“I have every intention of fucking you until you scream.” His voice was gruff as he slammed home over and over.

She knew what he was capable of. He would absolutely fuck her until nothing else existed but his hand digging into her hips, his cock filling her pussy, and her voice horse from screaming in pleasure.

Thank fuck they were in the middle of nowhere on a lesser-known road. She wasn’t capable of caring a single bit if a van full of camera-caring tourists drove by at this moment and watched. She wasn’t herself and neither was Sebastian. He fucked her primally, rough and hard.

She had no idea how the strength of his thrusts hadn’t tipped over the bike, she certainly wasn't helping matters. Her walls fluttered with the relentless pleasure and Sebastian hissed. She could feel it… she was right there yet again.

“Cum,” He growled. He panted as he yanked her hips back and back in tune with his thrusts.

It was like a switch was flipped and she was flying, screaming, cuming so fucking hard around his cock. Her whole body shook from the force of the orgasm, the bike and Sebastian’s vice grip being the only things to keep her upright as he continued to fuck her.

His strokes were long and gentle as she rode out the last of her climax. She was almost sobbing, moaning in pleasure, and feeling the pain of just how overworked her poor pelvic muscles were. She was going to be sore for days.

She whimpered, catching her breath, and finally looked up to see the view before them. Gods, she wished she cared, she really did, but he was picking up speed again. The wet sounds of skin on skin and her cries echoing were the only noises around.

She pressed her forehead to the seat and hung on for dear life. He pulled her hips to meet every one of his thrusts. She lived for the soft grunts that escaped him, his small moans and heavy breaths as he used her body to seek his own pleasure.

He squeezed her hips again digging his fingers in hard. She couldn’t possibly cum again, but he reached around and started teasing her clit, and… Fine! She guess she could cum again, and gods, it hurt so fucking good.

Her vision went blurry and her eyes filled with actual tears.

Sebastian’s grip tighten one last time as his hips slapped against her body. His cock pulsed and he moaned. He rested his chest against her back. His cock pulsed as he slowly rocked his hips through his pleasure.

Tears fell from her eyes and she wiped them off on her sleeve. It was all very overwhelming to her spent muscles.

He panted into her hair as he caught his breath. Her heart pounded against the seat, blood rushing and throbbing behind her eardrums.

Finally, Sebastian released his bruising grip from her hips and rested his forearms on the seat on either side of her.

A quiet moment passed over them and then he was softly kissing her all over the back of her neck, biting her favorite spot below the ear.

Wetness started cooling on her thighs as they settled there. She wanted nothing more than to be back at home in her bed with him, curled up and sleeping in his arms.

Sebastian huffed and stood up, pulling out of her more gently than usual. She nearly fell to her knees but he caught her. He chuckled and tugged her close to him, wrapping his arm around her and looking down. His chest rose and fell quickly as a smile tugged at his lips.

She loved that his hair was sticking to his forehead as well and his cheeks were a nice rosy shade of red. He was nowhere near her level of disheveled, but it was a nice sight.

“Think you can survive the ride back?” He kissed her forehead.

“Do NOT do that thing again!”

He laughed and picked up her helmet off the gravel. “Fine, fine.” He smirked.

“How did you even figure something like that out!?” MC took her helmet from him.

“I was doing a bit of research on my bike, and-”

“Of course you were,” She cut him off. He knew too damn much, always researching this, and studying that. She glared at him for good measure before putting her helmet back on, making sure it was the last thing he saw.

Sebastian smiled wider and kissed the forehead portion of her helmet before placing his back on. He tossed her a rag from his back pocket to wipe herself down with. He found her panties on the ground and quickly swiped them up, putting them in his jacket pocket. He took a seat and watched her in silence.

“...So romantic,” She said in a monotone voice, taking the rag to her thighs.

He observed as she cleaned up, resting his arms on the bike handles before pointing to her inner thigh. “Missed a spot.”

She smacked his arm away. “Start the bike, Asshole!”

His laugh rumbled from under the helmet, then the bike roared to life.

I like how the first words she says are the entire theme of the fic. That was a total accident.

Thank you for reading!

This was influenced by a fic I read like 5 years ago now about how motorcycles can be revved juuuust right to make someone get off. So, sorry if some motorcycle stuff wasn’t accurate. I’ve never owned one lol.

Masterlist is in my bio.

#sebastian sallow #Sebastian sallow x mc #sebastian sallow smut #hogwarts legacy #Sebastian sallow Modern AU #Sebastian Sallow AU

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toasty-melons · 11 months

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abby comforting reader who has a bad relationship with their mom? i need her comfort n to tell me that i’m not my mom cause i’m having a whole ass breakdown n need abs to hold me

honestly darling me too.. i’m so so so sorry i took this long to get to your request, but it’s been sitting my drafts for a while (bc i’ve been a bit insecure abt posting it)

if there’s grammar errors squint bc i’m not rereading this

Here you are.. Sitting in your car for the past 20 minutes, trying to get your tears to stop. You don’t want Abby to see you cry, even if she already knows about the relationship you have with your mom.

But Abby’s never seen you cry over it before. Never. Not once.

You’ve always made absolute sure that your tears are either spilled in the shower or in bed after Abs has fallen asleep.

But the stresses from the past week have built up. Your work being especially exhausting, your mom getting in touch with you to basically just make you feel bad about yourself, and then today. You had an argument with your dad, that ended with him mumbling something about how ‘you’re just like your goddamn mother.’ And it hurt.

Your mother is terrible. She’s mean, manipulative, inconsiderate, hateful, disrespectful, vindictive, etc. She’s just a terrible person. And you’ve always told yourself you’ll never be like her.

The sounds of light rain hitting the windshield having you cursing under your breath. After wiping your tears and fixing yourself up in the rear view mirror, you gather your things and make your way inside your shared home.

After closing the door and kicking off your shoes, your hit with the smell of Abby’s cooking. And then the thought of someone loving you and taking care of you like Abby does, makes you think you don’t deserve it. What if you are like your mother? Abby doesn’t deserve that. The tears start to well in your eyes once again, so you lean your head back to keep the from falling. Placing your hands on your hips and sniffling to keep it together.

“Babe? You home?” Fuck. Abby’s sweet voice makes the tears finally fall. Your body knowing that all you want is her to wrap you in her arms and kiss the tears away.

Scrunching your face and taking a deep breath, you brace yourself as Abby walks around the corner a smile plastered on her face but soon wiped away. Concern furrows in her features as she slowly approaches you.

“What’s wrong?” Her words are soft, almost whispered, as she gently removes your hands from their place on your hips and pulls you into her broad chest. “Are you hurt?” The shake of your head puts Abby at some ease, knowing that you’re physically okay. She nods and runs her hands up and down your back slowly and soothingly.

After a few moments of silence, other than your sniffles and hiccups, she speaks up again. “Can you tell me what happened?” You peak up at her through your wet lashes, tears still spilling down your cheeks. Abby chuckles and coos a sweet, ‘awww babyyyy,’ while softly wiping your tears away.

Pouting you try to tell her what happened, hiccuping after almost every word. “My- *hiccup* mom gave- *hiccup* me- *hiccup*..” Having trouble understanding you Abby shushes you and rubs her thumbs over your cheeks.

“Hey hey.. deep breaths sweet girl.. There ya go, just like that.” Listening to her and taking a few deep staggered breaths, you lean into her touch. “Now start over and take your time.” Abby’s little smile warms your heart. Nodding you try and start again.

“My mom gave me a hard time this week. And work has sucked basically everyday, and- and.. and then my dad.” The mere mention of your dad has a lump forming in your throat again. Abby’s soft touches against your cheek has you swallowing it down and exhaling harshly. “And my dad and I got into a fight today.. and he said I was just like my mom.” Watching Abby’s face contort into confusion and slight agitation has your stomach dropping.

“He said what?” Her tone is not as sweet as it was moments before. But from the way your lip quivers and tears well up again, Abby quickly softens and shakes her head. Pulling you back into her chest before speaking again, “You, my sweet girl, are nothing like your mother. You hear me?”

Sniffling, you quietly mumble against her, “but what if I am-..” She cuts you off with the click of her tongue before you can finish. “But Abby-..”

“No.. You are so good. So kind and gentle. You’re caring, compassionate, and warm-hearted. Baby.. you are such a good person I don’t know what I would be like without you, but I know I wouldn’t be this good.” Squeezing you in her arms, she presses kisses to your forehead and whispers a soft ‘I love you.’

You push your face further into her chest and mumble, “I don’t deserve you.” You can feel her shake her head before she whispers to you,

“You deserve everything and more.”

#abby anderson #abbyanderson #abby tlou #abby tlou2 #abby the last of us #abby the last of us 2 #abby anderson tlou #abby anderson tlou2 #abby anderson the last of us #abby anderson the last of us 2 #abby anderson x fem!reader #abby anderson x you #abby anderson x fem reader #abby anderson x female reader #abby anderson x reader #abby anderson x y/n #abby x you

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ryeriy · 1 year

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hey!! could i request something for jack hughes? i was thinking him and his gf have a safe word for during sex and she’s never had to use it but one night it’s just too much for her so she uses it for the first time and he immediately stops and comforts her

Thank you for asking! I hope you enjoy!

a/n: this is my first actual time writing something like this so it might be weird but I'm going to try my best lol

warnings: mentions of sexual interactions (nothing hard core), smut with a fluff ending

Hufflepuff

Shit. That's what I said when I saw thar the devils had lost. I knew Jack wasn't going to be good mood once he got home. Mind as well brace myself now for what is yet to come.

I didn't even bother giving Jack a text after the game. I knew he would be in a mad mood so I didn't want to cause anything else to go wrong.

He usually would text me when he's on his way from the airport but I think right now he wouldn't even bother to text me. And I understand that. I'd be mad to if I lost a game. Especially if it was basically my job to win.

The time on the stove read 12:23 a.m. when I heard the door nob of me and his apartment turning. Surprised I stayed up this late. I'd usually be in bed right now. It immediately caught my attention. My eyes looking at the door when Jack walked through the door. I walked up to him before putting a small smile on my face.

"Hey baby...you played great tonight. J was watching you." My voice was soft. He sighed before looking at me.

"Not right now baby...I just really need you right now." He told me. I could tell he really needed it. What else did I have to do right now.

We both made our way to our bedroom. Immediately after we had walked in the room he pinned me against the wall. When he looked me in the eyes. Moved his face closer to mine before placing a rough kiss on my lips. It escalated pretty quickly after that.

Clothes being removed and thrown across the room from both of us. He picked me up and place me on the bed. Laying on my back in just my bra and my underwear. Him just in his boxers. He ran his hand through his hair before looking down at me.

"Can I?" He asked. He knew he was mad. But he was still going to ask me first consent. He really is sweet even when he's angry.

"Yes." I replied back to him. It only took him seconds before removing the clothing off of us that was still remaining.

Throwing them somewhere around the room. He placed his hands on my hips giving me a sensation feeling in my lower body.

Without any warnings he immediately inserted himself in. I moaned unexpectedly that he was going to do that. He took it slow for a few seconds before going faster.

Usually I enjoy this but tonight I really wasn't. Trying to get his attention was going to be the hardest.

"Mm...babe..." I let out trying to get his attention. I waited a minute before trying again.

"Jack...Jack..." I said again. I'm pretty sure he was to focused to even acknowledge the fact I'm even speaking. I sighed softly.

"Hufflepuff!" I exclaimed in a loud tone. That was our safe word. I've never even had to use it before but I felt like to. He stopped immediately and looked at me either a face of fear.

"Baby...I'm sorry I didn't mean to! Are you okay? Everything alright? I'm sorry." He said while looking at me. He layed down next to me pulled the blanket over our body's to give us warmth. Laying on his side to look at me.

"I'm okay. I'm fine. It's not your fault. I just am not feeling it tonight. I know you had a rough night. It's okay." I ensured him. He cupped one side of my face while looking. I stroked his hair.

"I know I just shouldn't have I'm sorry." He looked at me. Now he felt really bad and I felt bad.

"Don't apologize." I gave him a soft smile to show him it was okay. I was fine. I wasn't hurt.

"Remind me. Why did we decide on hufflepuff?" He said while pulling me closer to him to cuddle.

"You really want to make me look like a nerd don't you?" I giggled a bit. He chuckled back.

"In matter of fact I do." He gave me a smile.

"Well you see. Hufflepuff is the house of kindness and loyalty and people in there complete softies. Just like you. Your a perfect example of a hufflepuff. So that's why. Also because you had no other ideas and both agreed on it."

"I thought I was the lion one?" He opposed.

"Ugh. It's gryffindor and maybe if you took the test like I did you'd know." I told him.

"Well what are you?" He asked.

"Ravenclaw(or insert yours)." I replied.

"That's the bird right?" God this was so frustrating to tell him.

"Raven. House of the wise." I explained.

"Explains a lot." He says.

"Well how about we got to sleep and in the morning I'll let you take the test?" I offered.

"That's sounds great." Putting a small smile on his face before giving me a kiss on my head.

"Night." I said.

"Night (y/n)."

#nhl hockey #nhl x reader #jack hughes #nhl fanfiction #ryeriy #hockey #jack hughes x reader

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claymorexpunisher · 2 years

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Good Morning (18+ Drabble)

Pairing(s): Roman Reigns/Fem. Reader

Summary: Reader wakes up feeling insatiable. And Daddy!Ro is more than eager to please…

Tags: 18+, riding, morning sex, daddy kink, consensual kink.

Word Count: 672

‘’Yeah..’’ I whispered to myself as I straddled Roman and began to roll my hips, moaning softly at the feeling of my slick pussy gliding against his cock.

Whenever I woke up insatiable like on days like these, Roman allowed me tease myself like this.

He got off on it, even.

Got off on the fact that I needed him so bad.

But he told me to always, always wake him when I could no longer take anymore.

When I wanted to come.

Because he said he always wanted my eyes on his when I came undone.

He said he could watch me come forever..

And with that in mind, I rolled my hips more eagerly until I felt the muscles in my stomach tighten, signaling my incoming orgasm.

‘’Ro..’’ I moaned, placing my palms on his chest and now trying to still my hips before I could come.

It took mammoth-like willpower to do it but I managed, and I shook his chest gently.

‘’Ro...Daddy wake up,’’ I practically whined.

My whole body felt like it was on overdrive as I trembled, trying to keep still.

Until I remembered that we both had a match the night before.

Through my hazy arousal, I selfishly forgot that he must be exhausted from his match, and then I slowly and reluctantly got off of him to let him sleep.

‘’Hey..why’d you stop?’’ I heard Roman’s sleepy voice ask from the spot next to me.

‘’Go back to sleep, baby..it’s okay. I know you must be exhausted,’’ I replied regretfully.

My pussy throbbed between my legs but still I just scooted closer to him and wrapped an arm around him.

I saw him shake his head and that made me chuckle, until his words made my chuckles quickly cease.

‘’Nah.. you know I take care of what’s mine. Get back here, babygirl..cmon,’’ He practically ordered me despite his voice dripping with exhaustion.

I’d be lying if I said the extra sexy rasp to his voice didn’t make my pussy even wetter.

I gave him a long look to make sure, until he brought his hand to his cock and began stroking himself to full hardness.

That, along with the sultry smirk that slowly lit up his face, made me straddle him once again.

Once he was good and ready, Roman ran the tip of cock along my wet folds, making me shiver with need.

‘’Don’t tease..please..’’ I begged softly, watching his eyes light up in devilish amusement.

‘’I’m sorry, baby..is this what you want?’’ Roman taunted, growling through clenched teeth as he slid just the tip of his cock inside me.

‘’Daddy...’’ I whined again, practically digging my fingernails into my thighs, trying not impale myself on his cock.

My chest heaved and I quickly moved to brace my palms on his chest again as he suddenly thrusted into me, filling me to the hilt.

The feeling made my eyes nearly roll back into my head and I hissed in pleasure.

‘’Fuck..you look so beautiful like this..’’ Roman grunted.

‘’Thank you..thank you..’’ I said in a rush.

Whether it was in reply to his compliment or the fact that he finally gave me what he wanted, I really didn’t know.

My brain was all over the place as the all too consuming pleasure hit me from all sides and he began thrusting his hips up into me.

My own hips quickly sank down to meet his thrusts and my mouth hung open in a silent moan.

I could feel the morning sun hit my skin through the curtains as we moved as one, and I looked down at Roman once my eyes fluttered open again.

Watching his face contort in pleasure underneath me, I leaned down and kissed him hungrily as his hips continued their relentless rhythm, slowly making me see stars.

‘’Good morning, Babygirl..’’ he murmured against my lips with a playful look in his eye, making me giggle.

‘’Good morning, Daddy..’’ I replied breathlessly..

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Take Me Home

Pairing: Elvis Presley x reader

Word count: 9,2K

Summary: After finding out the masked hero you've been crushing on is your best friend, you realise it was never Spiderman that you've been in love with.

Warning(s): spiderman!Elvis, modern!Elvis, lil bit of angst, two idiots in love, mutual pining, best friends to lovers, fluff, both reader and El are in college, Spidey kiss!, smut; sex pollen (kind of dub!con), vaginal penetration, unprotected sex. probably missed a few warnings, so lmk!

A/N: based on mostly tobey's and andrew's spiderman, but it's not necessary to be familiar with the movies to read this or whatsoever. anyways, tits out for spidey! sksksk bye. enjoy my luvs 🕷

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“No one can win every battle. But, no man should fall without a struggle.”

“Let me walk you home. It’s not safe out there this time of night,”

You knew your friends were right. New York wasn’t safe, but you were stubborn and eager to get home after a long day of classes and a shift at the coffee shop you worked at.

You were too much of a social butterfly to turn down your group of friends when they suggested go out for drinks – hence the reason why you still weren’t home after midnight.

“Joe, I’ll be fine. It’s only a short walk and I’ll call you as soon as I get home,” you told one of your closest friends, giving him your most convincing smile before you hugged him.

Joe knew how independent you were and that you were able to stand up for yourself if needed, so he nodded and let you go after you said goodbye to everyone.

“Tell Elvis to call me!” your friend yelled after you, to which you responded with a quick wave and nod. He probably needed your roommate slash best friend for the project they were working on for one of their classes, which Elvis had only participated in once.

You always had a big mouth, not afraid to use it in times of injustice and in the presence of assholes, but when walking the streets of Brooklyn after the sun went down, you had a pep in your step.

Your quickened footsteps unfortunately didn’t go unnoticed by a pair of guys who were jogging after you, whistling and calling out to get your attention. Wounding your hand firmly around the strap of your purse, you kept your head down and kept walking, hoping you’d lose them when you rounded the corner.

You were close to your apartment but you were too fearful to go into the building, not wanting the duo to know where you lived. Before you could continue walking, one of the guys appeared in front of you with a wide grin on his face.

He reeked of liquor.

“Hey beautiful, what’s the hurry?” he taunted as he took a step closer to you, making you scrunch up your nose at the smell. You tried to take a step back, but walked right into the chest of the other guy who grabbed onto your shoulders to keep you in place.

Fear settled in your chest, causing you to freeze on the spot as the guy in front of you twirled a lock of your hair around his finger. He was getting closer and you squeezed your eyes shut as he grabbed onto your hips, his breath hot on your face as his lips were only inches away from yours.

You braced yourself for the disgusting feeling of having a kiss forced on your lips, but instead the guy in front of you was ripped away, making the one that stood behind you gasp out loud.

Opening your eyes, you couldn’t help but gasp as well as one of your assaulters was planted against the wall trapped by white webs.

Spider webs.

You weren’t a complete fool – you were very aware who those webs belonged to and what this meant. Everyone knew who Spiderman was, just not who was behind the mask and whole get up.

You always loved reading about the city’s own personal hero in the papers, but there were enough people who weren’t such big fans. Who ever was hidden underneath the spandex bodysuit seemed rather young and sometimes even a bit unexperienced – often times, New York’s superhero found himself at the wrong place at the wrong time, which made it easy for people to judge and put the blame on him.

“Now that’s no way to treat a lady,” the aforementioned masked man chirped happily as he stepped forward, tilting his head to you and the guy behind you. You were quick to step aside, allowing him to trap the other guy as well as he shot his web out to him, pretty much mummifying him aside from his eyes and nose.

“You can’t do this, crawler asshole!” the guy at the wall yelled, trying to free his way out of the webs as he rubbed his shoulders against it but it didn’t seem to do anything for him. The other guy tried to jump away, but fell to the ground with a loud groan instead.

“I just did,” Spiderman shrugged, letting out a laugh as he walked over to you to grab your purse from the pavement and hand it to you. He grabbed your hand and waved at the guys before he tugged you along.

Flabbergasted, you followed.

You’d be lying if you’d say you hadn’t fantasized about this once or twice. Despite having no idea what he really looked like, you had a bit of a crush on the local hero. He was brave enough to go into burning buildings, kind enough to help cats out of trees and now that you had the chance to look at him from up close, the suit did great things for his ass.

“Are you okay?” he asked as you stopped running when you were far away enough, letting go of your hand. He turned to look at you, having to remind himself that you had no idea who he really was.

And that you could never find out.

“Y-Yeah, I’m fine.. Thank you,”

There was no way for you to see through the fabric of his suit, but when you stared at him with wide eyes, he couldn’t help but get a little nervous. In reality, you were admiring the details on his mask.

“You shouldn’t be out on the streets alone at this time. It’s dangerous, you know?” he spoke up, snapping you out of your staring spell as he rocked back and forth on his feet.

You nodded, hoping he didn’t see the flush on your face. Clearing your throat a little, you looked back at the cat-like eyes that were sewn on his mask.

“How did you know where I was?”

It didn’t matter if he’d be in the wrong place at the wrong time on some occassions, he was still there. And he was still helping people, saving lives even.

Maybe some situations weren’t as spectacular as others–you were sure he didn’t get an adrenaline kick out of saving helpless girls that were too stubborn to let themselves be walked home by a friend–but he always seemed to know whenever something was going on.

“Eh..” he scratched the back of his head, letting out a soft laugh. He tried to raise his voice a little as he spoke, hoping he didn’t sound the same as he did when he was out of his suit. “I have the ability to sense.. danger, I guess,”

He shrugged his shoulders once before he gave you a quick wave, turning around to walk away from you.

You weren’t giving up so easily, running after him. He knew you’d follow – and he didn’t need to use his senses for that.

“Like a sixth sense kind of thing?”

“Something like that,” he nodded, crossing the street in the direction of your apartment building when you pointed him the way. He tried to let you lead, making you think he had no idea where you lived.

“Did that come with the suit?” you blurted out, pushing him on questions he didn’t want to give an answer to. Things he couldn’t give an answer to – he had only been crowned with the title Spiderman for a few months and he was still trying to figure this whole thing out himself.

The suit was a design he made himself. He couldn’t exactly fly through the air as himself during the day, because none of the powers he possessed came with the suit. The webs came from his own wrists.

“No.. it didn’t,” he stopped walking as you did, looking at the door that led into the building’s lobby. “Is this where you live?”

You nodded, smiling brightly at him as he turned his head to look at you. You couldn’t even make eye contact with the guy, you didn’t even know who he was but you had already jumped forward to wrap your arms around him.

He was taken back by your actions for a second, but as you squeezed him in your embrace, he chuckled softly and wrapped his arms around you.

“Thank you again, Spiderman,” you sighed happily as you let him go, walking toward the door. He coughed a little, thanking God that you weren’t able to see how red his face was.

“Any time! Just… try to stay out of trouble,” he joked, saluting you with a soft laugh before he ran across the street and flung a web against the fire escape of one of the apartment buildings, flying up into the dark sky and disappearing out of your sight.

You had been talking about your meeting with Spiderman for weeks now. And while Elvis found it flattering at first, it was driving him absolutely nuts at this point.

If only you would replace the name Spiderman with his own…

“Will you ever stop talking about this dude? You don’t even know what he looks like,” your raven haired best friend mumbled from the couch he was laying on, zapping through the channels on the TV.

You stopped dancing around the room, falling onto your knees next to the couch to look at him with an angry glare. “When you love someone, it doesn’t matter what they look like, Elvis,”

He turned his attention to you instead of the TV and raised his eyebrows, trying not to blush at your words.

Love?

You loved him?

Well, you loved Spiderman, but seeing he was your masked crush, it got his heart jumping for joy.

“He helped you from a bunch of drunkards once and you love him? You’re such a child,” he laughed, hoping he didn’t sound too obvious as he flicked his finger against your forehead.

He earned a slap from you immediately before you rubbed your forehead and got up, placing your hands on your hips.

“I get it,” you grinned at him, sticking your hip out. “You’re just jealous that he has girls all over the city swooning over him and you can’t keep a girlfriend for longer than two weeks,”

Your words were true – he never lasted longer in a relationship than a few weeks. But it wasn’t because he wasn’t able to be a good boyfriend, he could be a perfect one, it was just that he didn’t have time. He was falling extremely behind on his school work, he definitely didn’t have time to go on dates and remember anniversaries.

It was one of the reasons why he hadn’t confessed his feelings to you and he probably never would. Not only would he barely have time for you, he also did not want to put you in any danger. He wasn’t only just helping people from petty store robberies during the day, but he was helping the police with more serious stuff as well.

Just because he was living two lives didn’t mean you had to. He didn’t want to burden you with carrying his secret around.

“He’s not as cool as people think, you know?” Elvis huffed as he folded his arms against his chest, looking back at the TV to avoid eye contact. Once again, you blocked his view as you sat down on the edge of the coffee table, facing him.

“Do you think it’s true what people are saying about him? The.. the bad things?”

You didn’t believe the papers, especially not the Daily Bugle, when they’d publish anything negative about Spiderman.

Elvis threw the remote to the other side of the couch and sat up, facing you as he leaned forward with his arms on his knees. “No, I don’t. He might be a fool in a mask, but he’s not a bad guy,”

“But you don’t think he’s cool either,” you teased with a smile on your face, making him roll his eyes as he chuckled.

“It doesn’t matter what I think. You’re the one who’s in love with him,”

“Not in love!”

“But you just said-“

“I have a.. crush.. maybe, argh, I don’t know!” you laughed as you slapped his arm, hiding your face in your hands. “You probably think I’m an idiot.. but.. I can’t forget about that night. He doesn’t even know me, but he.. he saved me,”

Elvis wanted to tell you that that was his job, that Spiderman was supposed to save and help people but he didn’t want to jinx himself or whatsoever.

If he’d talk badly about himself, about himself as Spiderman, the possibility to drive you away could be big. He knew that once you had your mind set on something or someone, there was no way to talk you out of it.

He sighed softly as he slipped his hands in yours, squeezing them softly as he smiled at you. “I was messing with you, Y/N. I don’t think you’re an idiot,” he whispered, looking down at your hands as he entertwined your fingers together. “Just promise me you won’t do anything reckless to get his attention, okay? If you finish late shifts, call me and we’ll walk home together,”

You met his eyes when he looked back up at you, nodding your head. You gave him your promise, but he should’ve known you weren’t going to stick by your word this time.

Elvis wasn’t just fighting crime anymore, he had officially become your own personal saviour as well. You’d get yourself in trouble and dangerous situations any chance you got and he knew you were doing it on purpose.

Ever since he was bitten by a genetically engineered “super spider” during a project he was working on in the genetics lab of Columbia, he obviously gained the inhuman strength and skills that made it possible for him to do what he did. But he also gained a certain… third eye.

A sixth sense, of sorts.

A spider sense – he could sense danger coming before it even happened and when it came to you, it seemed to grow stronger.

He didn’t know if it was because he had known you for years already or because his feelings for you were so strong, but he couldn’t ignore it.

Couldn’t ignore the tingle he felt every time you needed his help.

The time it happened again, he was laying in a hammock created out of his own webs, swaying from side to side on top of the Empire State building. It had been a quiet night so far which was rare for New York and while he could be using this free time to help Joe on their still on-going project, he’d much rather be lazy with a great view of the city.

He didn’t have much time to relax, though. As soon as he sensed that something was up with you again, rain started trickling onto his skintight suit and he quickly made his way down.

Following his instinct, it didn’t take him long to find you.

The soft drizzle had turned into a harsh downpour as you were making your way home from the coffee shop you just ended a late shift at. Once more, you heard multiple footsteps following you but this time, you didn’t freak out.

This is what you wanted – even though you had no idea if Spiderman was even close, you knew he’d show up.

He always did.

Four men were behind you, calling out to you but instead of running and losing them, you wandered into an alley with a dead end.

“You seem willing,” one of the men grinned, nudging the one next to him.

“Means she’ll be easy,” the other one laughed and you laughed along with them, kicking the man in front of you in the balls before you swung your purse at the other. You were about to have a go at the third and fourth one as well, but as they pushed you against the wall and ripped your coat off, all four of them were thrown across the alley.

In the darkness and due to the heavy rain, you could only make out the silhouette of your hero that was hanging sideways on the wall by just his feet, but you knew exactly who it was.

Your heart skipped in excitement as you watched him fight off the trouble makers, knocking them unconscious in just a matter of seconds.

Elvis stood and looked at you, completely forgetting about the fact his mask was up to his forehead. You couldn’t make out his face but as you came closer, he quickly jumped in the shadows and you completely lost him.

Before you had time to be disappointed or the chance to call out his name, he appeared behind you – face covered by his mask now, hanging upside down from a string of web.

“You have a knack for gettin’ in trouble,” he spoke up, making you turn around with a laugh.

He forced himself to keep looking at your face, rather than at your soaked t-shirt which left absolutely nothing to the imagination since you weren’t wearing a bra.

“You have a knack for saving my life,” you countered back, grinning at him proudly. “I think I have a superhero stalker,”

“I was in the neighborhood,”

You smiled softly, sighing dreamily as you looked at his mask’s eyes with hearts basically popping out of yours. “You are… amazing,”

“Some people don’t think so,” he sighed, his heart clenching in his chest.

“But I do,”

“It’s nice.. to have a fan,” he whispered, but despite his face being covered and the sound of rain falling down on you two, you could hear him perfectly clear. You laughed softly at his words, biting your lip.

“Let me thank you properly this time,”

He gasped softly as you reached your hands out to his neck, your fingertips slipping underneath the hem of his mask. “W-Wait..”

You ignored him and he didn’t stop you when you pulled the fabric down the lower half of his face, keeping his nose and eyes covered. He inhaled a breath of air as you leaned in and although it wouldn’t matter, his eyes fluttered shut nonetheless.

With your hands placed on his cheeks, you tilted your head a little and deepened the kiss as soon as you felt his tongue against yours. The position wasn’t the most comfortable for him and it felt rather weird to kiss someone like this, but you didn’t care. Finally, you got what you wanted.

Still, you wanted more but ofcourse, you weren’t foolish enough to think you were going to get it. The kiss only made your little crush on the hero grow tenfold, but it could never work.

Despite you not caring much about someone’s appearance, you had no idea what he looked like. You had no idea what his personality was like, but you knew in your heart he wasn’t a bad person.

Still, being in a relationship with a hero… it sounded like a dream, and you figured that was all it was and ever would be.

Pulling back from the kiss, you smiled brightly and pulled his mask back up. He shivered once at the feeling of your fingertips caressing the side of his face – reaching his hand that he wasn’t hanging from out to your face, he gently tapped the tip of your nose before he pulled himself up and as always, disappeared into the night.

At this rate, you were never going to get in Spiderman’s pants. Or rather, suit.

But maybe that was for the best. Even though you liked to believe that you could get everything you wanted in life, it was time for you to get back to reality.

While you were still very much interested in Spiderman, you figured it’d be best to stop talking about him every five minutes to the people around you. You were starting to look like a lovesick teenager, a very foolish one.

Elvis didn’t know if he should be happy about this or not. Part of him knew it was for the best for you to stop crushing on Spiderman, but the other part of him wanted you to keep gushing about his masked version.

He decided not to bring up the topic, trying to think with the rational part of his brain.

Elvis had no idea that you were getting suspicious of him. He should’ve known he couldn’t keep something big like this a secret forever, especially not to someone who he was living with.

Due to you having more free time than Elvis, because for some reason he was gone most hours of the day, you took the task of keeping the apartment clean upon you. You had been friends with him for so long that neither of you cared about you going into his room to tidy up the place or about you doing his laundry, including his underwear.

He’d usually wear his suit under his clothing or keep it stashed in his bag that he took to class–whenever he did go to class–but he had completely forgotten about laundry day.

Laundry day.

To say you you were surprised or shocked when you saw the red and blue suit and mask in his laundry basket, would be an understatement. You were close to losing your damn mind, the realisation that you kissed your best friend settling in.

The realisation that you were in love with your best friend settling in.

Elvis was Spiderman.

After asking yourself a million questions and talking to yourself while pacing through the entire apartment, you washed the suit before neatly hanging it in his closet.

You knew the truth and Elvis knew that you knew, but neither of you ever spoke about it.

Movie nights were rare for you and Elvis ever since he became pretty much the most important person in the city. For once, he decided to stay home with you rather than swinging from building to building because despite having stamina for days, he too got tired every once in a while.

And he missed his best friend.

Other than feeling a little awkward around each other after the laundry incident, things went back to normal pretty fast. You both figured that if you wouldn’t speak of it, it never happened.

But neither of you could get it out of your head.

You couldn’t stop thinking about the fact that your best friend and roommate was Spiderman and that you had been looking at him differently ever since.

He couldn’t stop thinking about the fact that you knew his biggest secret and what kind of risks that could come with it, but also about how you kissed him and you now knew it was him.

“Why are you looking at me like that?” Elvis questioned after you had turned your head for the 6th time, looking at him with concetration written over your features.

You were sat in the arm chair to his right as he was laying on his side on the couch, elbow propped up to hold his head in his hand. He couldn’t focus on the movie at all because you were anything but slick with your actions, shamelessly staring at him whenever his eyes were on the TV across from you.

“I want to test something,” you spoke determinedly as if you had finally made a decision on whatever you had been cooking up in that head of yours.

“T-Test... something?”

You nodded once, sitting up straight in yours seat before you got on the floor, waddling closer to him on your knees. “Just.. just put your head back,”

There really was no need for you to kiss your best friend to test if he really was Spiderman, because you were already certain about it, but he was already doing what you told him to do and backing out now would make you regret it later. Besides, Elvis had really pretty lips that you had always wanted to kiss but never had the chance to.

At least, not without a mask.

“Close your eyes,” you whispered as he laid his head against the arm rest of the couch, looking up at you as you hovered above him from where you were still on your knees behind him.

He sighed deeply, closing his eyes before he had rolled them playfully at you.

He had no idea what you were up to, until he felt your gentle hands finding their place on his cheeks and your lips against his.

Just like that one rainy night, the two of you were sharing another upside down kiss but this time he reached his hand up to place it on the back of your head, pushing you down further against him to deepen the kiss.

You ignored the funny feeling of your nose rubbing against his chin and moved one hand down to his jaw, caressing his skin with your nails.

Perhaps you were imagining it, but you could’ve sworn you were brought right back to that night in the alley. A tingle of electricity traveled down your spine, nearly making you shiver and although you did not want to pull back, you did at the realisation of what you were doing and with who.

Your eyes met as he looked up at you, his fingers slowly letting go of your hair as he moved his hand back down. “Did you find the answer you were looking for?”

The answer was so obvious. This whole thing was so obvious, but both you and Elvis were idiots.

Two idiots who were scared and in love.

“I think I did,” you whispered, removing your hands from his face as you sat back on your knees. He slowly turned around to lay on his stomach, making proper eye contact with you this time.

The tension in the room was so thick it was nearly palpable and it thickened even more as he reached out his hand to your face, letting his fingertips follow your jawline. You could see he wanted to open his mouth and speak, but a siren wailing somewhere outside got his ears perking up.

“I… I have to go,”

You nodded your head, watching him get up and disappear into his room after he pressed a firm kiss on your forehead.

When you climbed out of the window in the living room and stepped onto the fire escape, you watched your best friend fling himself down the street – his cheerful hollering echoeing through the air.

Elvis wasn’t just fighting small crimes or returning lost bikes anymore. The Daily Bugle’s publisher Jameson wasn’t his only ‘enemy’ anymore he realised as he was face to face with a creature that was tearing his city down that same night you and him shared another kiss.

He didn’t even have time to daydream about you as he’d fly through the air, having to go in full fight mode. He was just praying you wouldn’t turn on the TV.

He had no idea where his opponent came from or what he even was, but he had some nasty tricks up his sleeve that Elvis wasn’t prepared for. This definitely was something else than what he usually did, but thanks to his senses, he was able to dodge most objects that were thrown at him.

Though as a pink beaming grenade was tossed his way, he caught it in a reflex. Raising an eyebrow at his beaten down enemy, he tilted his head as he threw the grenade that was beeping up in the air before catching it again.

“What’s this, princess? Fairy dust?”

The mutated guy on the ground laugh – you know, the typical evil laugh. Elvis wasn’t phased by it.

“Something like that,”

Elvis watched the guy saluting him before disappearing into thin air.

Civilians and the police were surrounding him, cheering him on as they chanted his name. One of the officers nodded at him thankfully, but the grenade started ticking more frantically and instead of destroying it before it could explode, Elvis shot out a web toward the New York Times tower and got himself and the grenade away from the crowd.

As he got to the top of the building, the grenade exploded like clock work. Clouds of pink fog surrounded him, seeping through the material of his suit and making him fall into a coughing fit. With no one around to see him, he ripped his mask off his face and stumbled backwards a little, dropping the now empty grenade to his feet as he waved his arms around to open the thick fog.

Shit.

He knew exactly what this was. As a science major, and one that was not just a regular human anymore, he had done plenty of research on things that weren’t even supposed to exist.

This was one of those things he considered to be a weapon against him.

Freaking sex pollen.

It came in a lot of different shapes and forms and while he had always thought the most common form was a plant, he was greatly mistaken. The whole thing and its side effects could be somewhat compared to viagra, but this was so much more intense.

It came with a fever, hallucinations, extreme pain and death.

So, way more intense than a tiny blue pill.

He cursed as he could already feel his blood rushing through his veins, making its way to his lower region as his skin heated up underneath his suit. He pulled down his mask, jumping down the building – he let himself fall down for a few seconds, hoping the pressure of the fall would somehow help him get rid of the boner that was starting to come on.

It didn’t.

He shot out a web against the next building, swinging his way home.

He was close to your shared apartment until the hallucinations started. Ones that all involved you.

He could hear your voice in his head, moaning and whining as he pictured you arching your back for him underneath him while tangled up in his sheets. At one point, he could’ve sworn he saw you standing in the middle of the street butt naked when he looked down, calling out his name.

It made him completely forget to shoot out another web as he was flying through the air and he was too late to catch himself, landing loudly on top of a parked car which he immediately rolled off of, falling face, and hips, first onto the pavement.

He groaned in pain, rolling on his back as he put his legs up, covering the vicious bulge in his suit with his hands.

“Yo, Spidey! Are you okay, man?” A pedestrian called out to him, having stopped walking.

Elvis shot up from the ground, trying not to cry out at the quick movements. He put his hands on top of the car he just landed on, his body luckily hidden by the vehicle as the guy who called out to him was on the other side of the street.

“Y-Yeah, man! I’m good!” he nodded, putting his thumb up. The guy hesitated for a second but then gave him a smile and continued on his way. Elvis banged his fist against the vehicle, accidentally triggering the alarm this time.

Before the civilian could turn around to see what was happening once more, Elvis had already disappeared.

You were pacing in the living room, nervously listening to the reporter talking on the TV that was filling the people in on what happened at Times Square tonight. Now that you actually knew who was hidden behind the red mask, you were scared for your best friend’s life.

You literally saw him swinging away with a grenade in his hand – what if it exploded in his face? What if he was dead?

No no no, he couldn’t be dead. Elvis couldn’t be dead.

There was a loud bang coming from his room, making you let out a little shriek. You immediately ran to the door, but as you tried to open it, Elvis’ desk that he pushed in front of the door blocked it.

“Elvis!” you yelled, banging your fists on the door like a maniac. “Let me in! Now!”

He groaned as he pulled his mask off his face to fling it across the room. Reaching his arms behind his back, he struggled as he was trying to pull the fabric off his sweaty skin.

“G-Go away, Y/N!” he grunted as he stumbled against the wall, his vision blocked by his clothing as it got stuck in the process of being removed.

He was heating up, his cock throbbing in the confinements of his tight suit – and it hurt. It hurt so much that tears were burning in his eyes.

“I swear I will break down this door,” you threatened in a panic as you were shaking the doorknob now, pushing your shoulder against the door.

He realised you were stronger than you looked, making the desk rumble a little bit with your force.

He managed to get the top half of his suit off, throwing it to the floor. When you managed to push the desk back far enough to create an entrance wide enough for you to squirm through, you stepped into his very messy but very empty room.

You looked around, rubbing your arm you had used to force the door open with. You could sense he was in the room and when you decided to look up, you met the panicked blues of your best friend as he was stuck against the wall by his hands and feet.

He jumped down, landing easily on his feet but you didn’t miss the way he winced at the movement. As your eyes traveled down his chest and down his hips, you could see the outline of his cock in the skintight fabric.

“You… are you… Elvis, you have a…”

“I know!” he groaned as he walked by you, letting himself fall on his bed. He turned his back to you and if you didn’t see the sweat on his back and the way he was shivering, you would’ve laughed at him.

Maybe he got off on being the hero. Maybe danger got him horny, but then again, he shouldn’t be having this kind of reaction.

Slowly making your way over to him, you placed your hand on his shoulder to turn him around and gasped softly as you felt his skin was unusually hot.

He could feel his blood boiling, a feeling that was very foreign to him and it scared him to death. And if he wouldn’t do something about this boner, he would die.

Like, really die – unless he fucked someone.

But he couldn’t ask that of you. You kissed him twice by now, but that didn’t mean you had the same feelings he did. It didn’t mean that you wanted to sleep with him.

“Can you go away, please?” he was dying to get out of the pants part of his suit, which were becoming tighter by the second.

“No,” you said, placing both hands on his arm now to turn him around. As you succeeded and he laid on his back, he looked at you with a trembling lower lip and tears in his eyes. The sight broke your heart. “What happened out there, Elvis? You’re fighting this.. monster and the next second you’re flying away with a grenade in your hand. I thought you were dead!”

“And I will be soon!” he exclaimed in frustration as he shot up, whining as he did so. He crawled away from you, leaning his back against the wall his bed was perched up against. He stretched his legs, putting his hands on his crotch.

“W-what? What are you talking about? Please, will you just explain what the fuck is going on?!” you yelled back at him, equally as frustrated.

“I’m Spiderman,” he mumbled, rolling his eyes as he looked away from you.

“Well, duh. I meant with that freaky bomb, you idiot,”

He squeezed his eyes shut, his head still turned away from you as he leaned it against the wall.

“It wasn’t.. w-wasn’t just a normal bomb,” he grunted softly, trying to steady his breathing but he couldn’t stop his chest from heaving up and down rapidly. “It’s this… this thing. S-sex pollen.. it causes..” he slowly turned his head back to you, removing his hands as he pointed at himself. “this,”

“O-okay… that looks.. uncomfortable. But why would you die? Can’t you just jerk it off in the shower?”

“I wish,” he scoffed, shaking his head. He winced as you sat on the other side of his bed, the dipping of the mattress alerting his senses. “I have.. h-have to, God I can’t believe I’m about to say this… I have to fuck someone,”

You froze in your spot as silence lingered between the two of you aside from the sounds of his erratic breathing.

Here he was, your best friend that you definitely did not see as just a friend anymore. And Spiderman, the hero that you had been crushing on for months like a lovesick school girl.

You cared about Elvis. Loved him. You couldn’t just sit back and watch him die, knowing that you could quite literally save his life.

“I’ll do it,” you blurted out.

He widened his eyes as he looked at you, his heartbeat quickening even more.

“N-No, Y/N. I can’t ask that of you,” he swallowed as he shook his head, slowly getting up from the bed. He could barely stand on his feet, the very uncomfortable erection he was sporting making it hard for him to walk and his body felt heavy as if he was being pulled down by a ton of bricks. “I might hurt you,”

You watched him stumble over to his desk, leaning over it with his ass sticking out into your direction.

That suit really did do wonders for his figure.

Shaking that thought away, you got up from the bed and walked over to him, placing a gentle hand on his shoulder. “El, I can’t let you die,” you whispered, taking a step closer to try and look at him. “You saved me so many times. Let me be the hero this time,”

He laughed softly at your words, head hanging low as he squeezed his eyes shut. If only he had been giving other girls around him some more attention – then he’d have someone else to call and solve this problem right now.

But then again, he wouldn’t want anyone else in his bed. Sure, he dated around a little and had sex before, but he had been in love with you ever since he laid eyes on you.

His friends called him an idiot, telling him that you didn’t feel the same and he was aware of that. He was aware of the guys you’d bring over when you thought he was sleeping, he was the one who’d have to sit on the couch with your dates while you were still getting ready.

Maybe he was an idiot for hoping, wishing and waiting around, but he didn’t care. He loved you.

And because he loved you, he was about to open his mouth and reject your offer once more – until he suddenly felt your lips pressed against his shoulder.

The feeling got the hairs on the back of his neck standing up right, making him open his eyes and stand up straight. He stumbled backwards, a tear rolling down his cheek.

“Elvis, please! I hate seeing you in pain,” your voice was soft and gentle, but he could hear the hint of frustration lingering on the back of your tongue. “I’m not going to let you die. I love you and I-“

As soon as you told him you loved him, his cock twitched in his suit, goosebumps covering his arms.

Fuck it.

Striding forward, he grabbed your face and harshly crashed his lips onto yours, ready to get the relief you were offering him.

Elvis was laying on his back, the rest of his suit discarded somewhere on the floor, hands clawing at the sheets. With your naked body pressed against his side and your hand wrapped firmly around his cock, he could barely keep himself from writhing on the bed.

“P-Please,” he whimpered, turning his head to look at you, his lips desperately pressing against your cheek as you were looking at his weeping cock in your hand, admiring the view. “A-Another t-time, baby, please. I need you,”

You looked at him, your cheeks flushed slightly as you nodded. You wanted to take your time, admire and explore every inch of his body, but you realised the situation wasn’t exactly ideal for that.

“Sorry,” you whispered with a soft chuckle, allowing him to push you back on the mattress by your shoulders. You looked up at him as he hovered above you now, biting your lip as he reached a hand in between your bodies to run his digits through your folds.

As he felt how wet you were, his lips curled up in a grin.

“You’re so sick,” he hummed as he caressed your parted lips with his own, speaking his next words into your mouth. “You like seeing your best friend in pain, huh?”

You laughed softly, responding to him by sneaking your tongue in his mouth and kissing him sloppily which he happily went along with.

Even in the state he was in, he still wanted this to be enjoyable for you as well but you knew he was struggling. You could hear it in the way he was breathing hard in your mouth and feel it in the way his hips bucked forward every time you moaned.

“Elvis,” you breathed as you pulled back from the kiss, wiping a tear from his cheek with your thumb. “Please fuck me already,”

You gave him a nod, confirming once more that you were more than okay with this when he was about to ask if you were sure. He sighed deeply and removed his hand from your pussy, wrapping it around his cock instead – he groaned deeply as his fingers that were covered in your arousal slipped over his cock so easily, only adding fuel to the fire in his bones.

Tonight you learned that Spiderman didn’t wear any underwear underneath his suit and you made a mental reminder to tease him about it later, but as soon as Elvis situated himself at your entrance and pushed his hips forward, the thought was long forgotten.

Gasping, you looked up at him as you grabbed onto his shoulders, walls spasming firmly around him because of the sudden intrusion.

“Oh my fucking God,” his eyes rolled in the back of his head, his arms that he was holding himself up with trembling as he squeezed the sheets in his palms. “So tight.. Jesus.. I won’t.. w-won’t be able to last long,”

You were aware that this had little to do with equal pleasure and everything with him just needing to spill his load.

He was keeping still when he bottomed out inside of you, still thinking about you, but as soon as you wrapped your legs around him and hooked your ankles together to trap him, he couldn’t hold back anymore.

He couldn’t stop the beast from coming out.

His thrusts were never gentle because at the first stroke of your velvety walls, he was an absolute goner.

You couldn’t keep quiet even if you tried. With the way he was pounding into you and making the bed creak forcefully underneath your bodies, he was unknowingly to himself hitting the right spot every single time. Running your hands through his hair, you looked up at him with your face contorted in pleasure, breasts bouncing with every thrust.

He was losing his mind. He was losing his fucking mind and control. But you didn’t stop him as he moved one hand to your neck, squeezing softly and stealing your breath away.

“Look at you,” he grinned, his hips never faltering as he looked down at you with wild eyes. “So fucking ready to be fucked. You’re a little slut, aren’t you?”

You gasped as he moved his fingers up, holding onto your jaw to keep your head from moving and you let him. Both you and him were surprised by the words leaving his mouth, but they made you clench around him harshly.

“My little slut. Spiderman’s little slut,” he growled in your mouth as he forced his tongue into your mouth, which you gladly allowed. Your nails were digging into his flesh, breaking skin and drawing blood and it only motivated him to thrust harder.

You wanted to keep kissing him, but with the way his hand around your throat was squeezing harder and his weight he put on you, it was getting hard to breathe properly. You managed to slightly turn your head and he moved his hand up to your hair, tangling his fingers in it as he kissed his way down to your neck, sucking on your soft skin to create several hickeys.

Tears stung in your eyes and you were putting pornstars to shame with the sounds that left you, feeding his ego.

While Elvis enjoyed your cries and screams, your neighbors most certainly didn’t. Banging came from the other side of his wall, but Elvis never stopped. Instead, he quickly reached for the red fabric of his mask that he noticed laying on the ground next to the bed. Without warning, he shoved it in your mouth and you widened your eyes at him, whining.

Right now, the Elvis that you had always known was nowhere to be seen. He was always your goofy best friend, sticking his nose into books and science researches or hiding behind his camera.

The boy next door type of guy.

You wondered if it was because of the sex pollen that made him act like this, but you weren’t complaining. You’d be a fool to. You had slept with plenty of other people, but this was the best fuck you had ever had in your life.

Your eyes fluttered shut as you bit down on the mask, holding onto his upper arms while he was grunting and growling above you. His fever was going down more and more, but even in the delirious state he was in, he was smart enough to pull out of you as he felt his climax nearing. You quickly opened your eyes to look at him as jerked himself off with a quick hand, warm spurts of cum landing on your stomach and in between your breasts.

It took him a few seconds to empty himself completely thanks to those evil pollen and you were sure it was the hottest thing you had ever seen.

Truly a sight for sore eyes.

A chill trickled down his spine and it made him visibly shiver, hips stuttering a little as he looked down at you with dazed eyes. He looked completely fucked out with his raven locks messy and sticking up and it made your heart skip. Never in a million years had you expected to fuck your best friend tonight–or ever for that matter.

You were happy it happened and you didn’t want this to be the last time, but you had no idea where his mind was at.

You weren’t actually aware that he was madly in love with you and you realised that what you just did was needed in order for him to make it until tomorrow. Still, an uncomfortable knot found its way in your tummy – you felt used.

Maybe this had been a mistake.

As he let himself fall next to you in his small bed, you took his mask out of your mouth and dropped it to the floor, the both of you staring up at the ceiling.

“At least your sperm is… normal,” you broke the silence, letting out an awkward laugh as you tried to swallow the lump that was forming in your throat.

He turned his head to look at you, noticing the flush that was still on your cheeks, traveling down to your neck. Although he had never seen you after sex, he knew it wasn’t because of what they just did. He knew you longer than today.

“Are you.. are you crying?” he whispered, propping himself up on his elbow to have a better look at your face. You immediately turned away, quickly wiping a stray tear that managed to roll down your cheek away.

“No,” you immediately said, sitting up as you grasped your clothes from the floor. Not caring about his cum still on your skin, you quickly got dressed and walked to his bedroom door.

He should stop you. He needed to stop you, but he didn’t. Instead, he said something that made it impossible for you to look at him as tears blurred your vision.

“T-Thank you… for helping me,”

You left the room, leaving Elvis behind with the same knot in his stomach.

Elvis lost you.

He lost you and it was all his own goddamn fault.

After that night, he should’ve just come clean about his feelings. He should’ve told you that he had been in love with you for years and that you belong with him… but he didn’t.

The world got more dangerous every day and he was afraid of the consequences of you and him being together. He was starting to get enemies, real bad people with real bad intentions, and once they’d found out about you.. that would mean he had a weak spot.

You were his weak spot.

He would never forgive himself if anything happened to you but he also couldn’t handle when you started getting more and more distant. And when he came home after class one afternoon and saw half of your wardrobe empty, he nearly trashed the entire house.

Enemies be damned, he couldn’t let you walk out of his life. Not like this.

He didn’t want you to become the biggest ‘what if’ in his life.

He immediately interrogated Joe, knowing that he was one of the people you were closest with among your mutual friends, and when Elvis found out you were planning on leaving New York, he didn’t hesitate to go after you.

He didn’t care if he had to search the whole city.

You were still in New York, stuck in traffic with a very chatty taxi driver, next to the East River.

After what happened the night you slept with Elvis, you were hurt. You were finally realising you were in love with him, but the harsh reality of him not feeling the same was something you couldn’t accept. It was safe to say you didn’t take rejection very well.

Ofcourse you weren’t planning on simply ghosting your best friend, but you needed some time away from New York and spend some time back home with your family to lick your wounds.

“Hey, it’s Spiderman!” the taxi driver exclaimed happily, pointing at the Brooklyn Bridge on your left. You frowned, leaning forward in your seat to have a better look at the huge webbed letters on the side of the bridge.

Those three words he had always been afraid to say.

I love you.

You were smiling like a fool, tapping the driver’s shoulder.

“Stop the cab,”

“Lady, I ain’t even driving,” the driver laughed as you got out of the car, manoeuvring your way through the other vehicles that were stuck in traffic.

As you stood on the side walk by the river, tears were stinging in your eyes. You could hear people chanting on your right and when you turned your head, you saw Spiderman himself swinging at you in full force.

You couldn’t do anything but reach your arms out, clinging onto him for dear life as he wrapped an arm around your waist and literally swept you off of your feet.

“Hi,” he breathed as the two of you stood on the very top of the Brooklyn Bridge, his arms firmly wrapped around your waist.

“Hi,” you laughed as you pulled his mask off, clenching it in your hand as your arms were wrapped around his neck.

“Did you get my message?”

“What message?”

He laughed, pressing his forehead against yours as you giggled. “That was you? I couldn’t make it out,” you teased, staring into his eyes instead of looking down at the ground.

“I’ll tell you what it says,” he smiled, pushing you closer against his chest. “It says I love you. Because I love you,”

A tear rolled down your cheek, but you were too afraid to let him go and wipe it away. He did it for you, not caring about slightly salty taste as he kissed it away.

“I was wrong… I’ve been.. stupid to think we can’t be together, to think we’re on different paths. But you are my path and you’re always gonna be my path,” he closed his eyes as he pressed his forehead against yours, smiling softly.

He was out of breath, his heart racing with nerves but he came too far to back out now.

“I know there’s a million reasons why we shouldn’t be together, but I’m tired of ‘em. I’m tired of every single one of ‘em. We all gotta make a choice… and I choose you,”

His eyes were open again, looking right into yours as his lips curled up into smile. It felt like a weight was lifted off his shoulders and God, it felt so damn good.

“I love you, Elvis,” you told him, laughing softly through your tears. “And not because of this suit.. not because you’re Spiderman. But because you are you and I love you, Elvis Presley,”

His cheeks were aching with how broad he was smiling and he relished in the feeling.

The two of you moved closer at the same time, lips crashing on each other’s. This time, you knew he wasn’t just kissing you because of an unfortunate case caused by any kind of pollen.

This time, you knew it was because he loved you.

“Are you still leaving?” he asked, his voice a whisper after he gently pulled back from the kiss. You sighed deeply, shaking your head with a smile on your face.

“I’m not,” you told him, pulling your face back from his as you pulled his mask over his face. He laughed as he fixed it to sit properly with one hand, his other arm wrapping firmer around your waist. “Take me home, Spidey,”

“Hold on tight, little one,” he grinned and as you were suddenly swinging through the air and away from the bridge, you were nearly screaming his ears off.

But you trusted Elvis. He’d never ever let you fall and you finally managed to open your eyes after a few minutes, mesmerized by the view of the city from so far above.

Perhaps your life would never be the same anymore, perhaps things would get harder, more dangerous.

But if it meant you’d finally have your happy ending with the man you loved, it was worth the risk.

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axel-silverly · 24 days

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Coversations that Aglas had at some point with the devils (3)

On an unusually calm day, Aglas, Paimon and Eligos decided to go watch a movie together, after it ended and the group exited the movie theater, this is what happened:

Paimon: stretches "Mmmhh! That was such a good movieee!"

Eligos: dries a tear from his eye "Yup! I don't think I ever laughed so hard, my tummy still hurts. Aggie, what did you think?"

Aglas: is unusually quiet

Eligos: "Uh... Aggie? Is everything okay?"

Paimon: "Mhhh? Is something wrooong?"

Eligos: "I'm not sure, he's kind of... Unresponding?"

Aglas: is thinking really hard about something, and his expression shows that

Eligos: "Which is weird, because you know how he gets every time we decide to watch something when we hang out!"

Paimon: "I knooow, he didn't say a word the whole timeee... I had to check if he was okay every so often, I was afraid he fainteeed!" Pulls at Aglas's hoodie "Aggieee... What's wrooong?"

Eligos: waves a hand in front of his face "Oooiii! Hell to Aggie!"

Aglas: suddenly pulls a notebook out of God-knows-where, opens it and starts writing at the speed of lightning

Pai & Eli: "Wha-!"

Aglas: mutters "Mhh.. I really liked how they handled the characters' introduction scenes, it didn't feel forced.. Will have to rewatch those later.."

Eligos: "Uhh... Aggie?"

Aglas: "Wasn't very sure on some aspects about the conflict... But then again, those could have been artistic choices."

Paimon: "Aggieee!"

Aglas: "Still, that one character completely disrupted the narrative flow in some points... I get he was supposed to be funny but the movie was already funny in itself, so it could have perfectly done without him... Moreover the music-"

Both: "Aglas!!"

Aglas: "Huh? What? What is it?"

Paimon: laughs "You were rambliiing!"

Eligos: "Yup! A lot, too!"

Aglas: "Oh, uh..." thinking: 'shitshishit-' "Ahem! Sorry guys, just had to note something down real quick, no big deal~"

Eligos: "Oh, note what down? You were writing quite a lot... Let me see, let me see!" Takes the notebook from him

Aglas: "No wait-!"

Paimon: "Woow! So many annotatiooons! Wait, didn't we watch this one togetheer?"

Eligos: "Oh, you're right! Wait, this one too! And you told us about this mistake, I remember!"

Aglas: thinking: 'fuuck... I managed to pass it as a cute quirk of mine, if they discover that I note down and take seriously everything I said... The reputation I worked so hard on... What if they get weirded out and- Well... The cat's out of the bag now, let's just tell them and hope for the best outcome.'

Aglas: "Yeah, actually.." takes a deep breath "Everything I tell you during our movie nights, I usually write it down once you two go away. Talking about it out loud helps me remember it better. Which is why I was writing so fast earlier, I was afraid to forget about something. I..." sighs "The thing is, when I eventually direct my own movie, I want to avoid making those mistakes I always point out. As easy as they are to spot they're just as easy to make so... Yeah... I sometimes get inspired by some scenes as well."

Eligos: "Oh..."

Paimon: "I seee..."

Aglas: thinking: 'Here we go... Brace yourself and prepare to react-'

Paimon: "Oh, why youuu! You scared uuus!"

Aglas: "Huh?"

Eligos: "Yeah, we thought you were going to tell us you wrote murder plans on this thing!"

Paimon: "And even theeen, it wouldn't be a big deaaal. I'm sure our kill counts are wayyy higher than his!"

Eligos: "Oh! That's true, that's true!"

Aglas: "Uh.."

Paimon: "Stiiill, these notes are so detaileeed, do you really think of all of this in an hour and an half?"

Aglas: "Well.. Yes, it's pretty easy once you learn the movie-making basics, actually."

Eligos: "Really? Can you tell us a bit more? You barely talked during the movie."

Aglas: "Hey, come now. I consider going to the movie theater as a ritual, it would be disrespectful towards the director, the actors and the whole crew if I were to talk during the projection."

Eligos: "Pff! So serious! Anyways, come on! Tells us, tell us!"

Paimon: "That's riiight! Come on, don't be shyyy!"

Aglas: thinking: 'Oh...' smiles "Why, if you ask me like that~ Well then. Firstly, you must know that..." and as he went on rambling, he couldn't help but think: 'I'm such an idiot...' as he looked at his friends, his smile softened 'Sure, there's not much good about me... But...' he laughed 'I love my friends so much...'

Note: I hated writing this so much. No, no, I'm not saying "Omg guys this is so bad uwu". It might not be my best work but I'm still pretty happy on how this turned out. I'm talking about the process: this took way longer than I immagined it would and I got a bad writer's block in the middle of creating this. In the end I thought this would be a good excuse to explore my baby's psyche, I'm sure it doesn't doesn't make much sense now but once I write down his backstory I promise you it will... Probably... Anyway! Thank you for reading and see you next time! ~🖤🔮

#what in hell is bad #whb #what in hell is bad mc #whb mc #whb eligos #whb paimon

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dawntainbobbynash · 8 months

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The Right Thing to Do, but Not an Easy Thing

After a long day at work, the tsunami has one more surprise in store for Bobby, and after amputating a fire captain's arm, Athena needs a little comfort.

Warning: Many mentions of blood

Bathena ~ 1k ~ AO3

Leaving Eddie, Hen, and Chimney to treat and fuss over the pair of them, Bobby stepped back from the bed that Buck and Chris now shared, the hammering in his chest easing as it sank in that both of them were safe, albeit a little worse for wear. His body ached from the day’s endless work, the heat of the explosion they had narrowly escaped still lingering on his skin, and he closed his eyes, permitting himself a moment to be overwhelmed by his exhaustion and the near-misses and the chaos around him. He took a deep breath, ignoring how his back twinged, and reopened his eyes, trying to brace himself to take Hen and Chimney back out once they were done with the boys.

Instead, he spotted an unexpected familiar face across the room, furiously scrubbing at her hands with a paper towel, the light glinting off a terrifying amount of blood staining her skin. Swallowing against the renewed pounding of his heart, he brushed past Chimney and made his way to her, squinting at her arms to search for any signs of a wound. “Athena?” he called.

Her head snapped up, a haunted look flitting across her face for a split second before she controlled her expression, never pausing her scrubbing. “Hey, C… Bobby.”

He furrowed his brows at the hesitation before his name, quickening his pace to her, his search for a wound shifting to her torso, her head, her legs. “I didn’t know you were on duty.”

Athena shrugged. “They needed every person they could get.”

He nodded, understanding, finally near enough to reach for her. “Let me see your hands.”

She didn’t fight him, but she didn’t exactly cooperate, either, when he took her hands into his own, carefully prying them apart. Up close, he could see blood staining her uniform as well, but there were no tears in the fabric, no injuries or active bleeding that he could see, and her pulse was strong beneath the fingers he pressed against her wrist. Physically, she seemed fine. And yet… “What happened?”

“I…” She still clutched the paper towel, making no move to hold either of his hands. “It’s not my blood.”

“I can see that now,” he said, wishing that relieved him more. She wouldn’t look at him, her distant gaze aimed at her hands, more shaken than he had ever seen her, even more than when the mail bomb had been left on her doorstep. “Athena?” he pushed when she didn’t keep talking. “Tell me what happened.”

Nothing.

He pushed harder. “Sergeant.”

The single word, both professional title at work and affectionate nickname at home, dragged her attention to him. She blinked, finally shifting her towel-free hand to clutch his, regaining some semblance of her usual strength in the touch. “I found the captain of the 136,” she told him. “He was trapped, pinned beneath a car. Had been for hours. I… had to amputate his arm.”

Oh. He squeezed her hand. “Athena…”

She pulled her hands from his before he could find the words to respond, leaving behind bloody smears on his skin. “‘Amputate’ seems like too clean a word for what I did,” she muttered, closing her fist around the paper towel. “I’ll never forget his screams. And for a moment-” She faltered. “When I could feel his tendons snapping apart in those shears, all I could think was… what if that trapped fire captain had been that you? I didn’t even know at the time if you were-” She stiffened, cutting herself off, looking him up and down. “You are ok, right?”

The heat of the flames and the ache of his weary muscles washed over him anew, but he nodded. “Nothing a good night’s rest and a talk with Wendall can’t cure,” he reassured her. “I’m fine, Athena. It’s just been a long day.”

“That’s a relief,” she murmured, almost touching his chest, drawing her hand back before any blood could stain his coat. “It was only for a moment,” she went on. “But it was… more than enough, after what happened with May. I suppose I was already more unsettled than I realized.”

“‘After what happened with May?’” Bobby echoed, instantly distracted by the one thing that could distract him from his wife right now. “Is she all right?”

“She is,” Athena said quickly. “She nearly… no, you’re better off not knowing the full story just yet. I’ll tell you after work. She probably wouldn’t say no to a hug and you cooking whatever she wants tomorrow, though.”

He opened his mouth, ready to argue that he needed to know, then closed it again, deciding to accept her wisdom. “Ok.” Making a mental note to text May when he had a free moment, he refocused on the loved one he could help now. “What about the captain?” he asked. “Is he going to be ok?”

Her gaze slipped again, and she resumed scrubbing at the blood. “The paramedics seemed to think so.”

“That’s good.”

She kept scrubbing.

He gently laid one hand over hers, stilling her movements. “Hey.” He tilted her chin up with his knuckle, guiding her gaze up to his. “You saved his life. You did the right thing.”

Her shoulders slumped, her hands sinking down, a little weight resting on his finger as a sigh escaped her. “I know,” she said. “But...”

“I know,” Bobby murmured. “It still wasn’t an easy thing.”

“No,” she agreed quietly. “It wasn’t.”

He lifted his arm in silent invitation, and she accepted, ducking underneath and pressing against his side. He pointed at her paper towel. “I think that thing’s pretty spent. What do you say we find you-” he caught a glimpse of his hands “-us a better spot to clean up?”

She glanced at the ragged, somewhat shredded, very blood-soaked paper towel. “Sounds good,” she said. “I’m ready to get this damn stuff off of me.”

“Me too.”

He led her out of open, grabbing some wipes while she tossed the paper towel into a trashcan, and they found a relatively secluded, quiet corner to shelter in. She leaned back against him, letting him share her weight, and he pressed his cheek to her hair, letting her warmth soothe away the explosion’s sting. He handed her a wipe and took one for himself, and, with her wrapped securely in his arms, they set to work, cleaning the night’s stains off each other’s hands.

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Kiss Me in the Dark is another illustrated fanfiction I made a couple months ago. It takes place in the same continuity as Like a Glass Bottle, but it's a completely separate story that doesn't really connect to that one. I also wrote this before Chapter 7 Part 1 or the Sunset Savanna event came out so there's some parts that definitely diverge from canon. There are also spoilers for chapter 6, by the way.

Rating: M (Strong language, suggestive content, A LOT of mentions of suicide and self-harm)

Pairings: Leona/Idia, background Malleyuu

Content Warnings: This story pretty much revolves around suicidal ideation, depression, and self-harm. I am serious, you probably don't want to read it you have a hard time with that stuff.

Word Count: Long as Fuck (~55k words)

<- Previous (Chapters 8-10)

“This isn’t a fucking opportunity and you know it.” Leona snapped. He clenched his fists at his sides, tail lashing in irritation. He was ready to fight, if he had to. He’d win, too. He’d make sure he won. “I’m just too much of an embarrassment to keep around anymore, so you want to get rid of me!”

Falena stared at him. Gradually, his face softened, like he had just realized what a terrible mistake he’d made.

“I don’t want to get rid of you, Leona.” Falena said. His voice was gentle. Leona had only heard him talk like that when Cheka was afraid of something and needed comforting.

And once, a long time ago, when he fell out of an acacia tree.

Chapter 11 - Blood

“Leona? What happened?”

Six-year-old Leona ceased his wailing just long enough to look up, though he still whimpered out a few sobs here and there. Falena had come out to the acacia tree to kneel beside him, face paling at the sight of his bloody hand.

“I f-fell… My foot hurts, and my hand…” He managed to whimper.

Falena gently took his injured hand, dabbing some of the blood away with the hem of his shirt. “Ouch. That looks pretty bad. Did you try to grab one of the branches and get stabbed by a thorn?”

“I dunno. Maybe…”

“Come on, let’s go get some bandages.” His brother tried to help him to his feet, but as soon as Leona put weight on his ankle he yelped and stumbled against Falena’s legs.

“Uh-oh.” Said Falena. He looked even more scared than Leona felt, but soon his fearful expression shifted into a determined, almost regal seriousness.

“Don’t worry, I gotcha.” He said to Leona, lifting his little brother into his arms with only a little strain. He was already 16 and getting pretty strong, after all. Leona clung to him, his injured hand making a fist in the back of his shirt. Keeping pressure on it seemed to help the pain a little, but it was still awful. He didn’t want Falena to see him cry and make fun of him, so he buried his face in his shoulder and sniffled into the fabric.

“Hey, it’s okay, buddy.�� Falena said soothingly. He reached up with one hand to stroke the back of Leona’s head. “You’re gonna be okay. It’s just a little scratch.”

Falena started the short walk back to the main palace, his balance a little off thanks to the extra weight. Leona looked over his shoulder back at the acacia tree, eyes still blurry with tears. Just a few minutes ago, he’d wanted so bad to climb to the very top. Just to prove he could. Now, it felt so silly and stupid.

“Y’know, I tried to climb one of those too, once.” Falena remarked.

“You did?”

“I got a kite stuck up there. I got it eventually, but I was all scraped up. It hurt like he… heck.”

“You can say ‘hell’.” Leona grumbled. “I’m not a little cub.”

Falena laughed, but it wasn’t a mocking laugh. It was a laugh of understanding, the laugh of a young boy who also wanted to be seen as a grown-up. “I know you aren’t, Leona. Mom will just get mad at me if she found out I was talking like that.”

“Yeah.” Even if they were princes, the last thing they ever wanted to do was make mom mad.

Leona drifted off on the short walk back, and when he woke up, his hand was cleaned and bandaged and his ankle was in a brace. The doctor told him he had sprained it, but it would be good as new with a couple weeks of rest.

She whispered the whole time so she wouldn’t disturb Falena, who had fallen asleep at his bedside, still wearing the same blood-stained shirt.

---

His brother sat behind the desk in his study, scanning over some official-looking documents, occasionally scribbling out a signature. He wasn’t the kid Leona remembered anymore. He was a real adult, a married man, a father, a king.

Falena fit perfectly into the role of an Important man with an Important job doing Important tasks. Years ago, Leona would’ve killed to be in his position. He almost had.

But he knew now that he had never really wanted that. He just wanted to be important to someone. He wanted the things he did to matter, even after he was gone.

Every living creature dies. Even the fae, after centuries of watching the world change around them. It would happen to everyone he loved. And he was afraid of that. He was afraid of disappearing, and never being able to see them again. He didn’t like admitting it. It felt like weakness.

But if Yuu or Idia or any of those other jackasses who had somehow become his friends died, they had already carved a scar into his heart that he would be proud to bear. Leona knew that he’d left one in theirs, too.

This whole world would disappear eventually, through war, climate change, and the heat death of the universe.

But maybe, just maybe, all the pain was worth it. Maybe it was okay for him to be alive, if it meant being here with them.

“Hey, Falena. I got somethin’ to tell ya.”

Falena looked up. He put his pen down.

“Leona. Did you have a good time with Rabiah? She’s a great girl, isn’t she?”

His brother’s curious smile made him sick. He really thought that Leona would have good things to say? That he’d, what, fall madly in love with this stranger and finally give in?

“Yeah, it was great. She’s cool. She told me that her dad’s an asshole and she doesn’t want to do this.” Leona crossed his arms and leaned against the archway. “And I agree with her. Go fuck yourself.”

He almost smiled at the way Falena’s face fell. Any minute now he would get angry and start puffing himself up to argue, like they had all the time when Leona was a teenager.

But then… he didn’t. He just stared into Leona’s eyes with nothing but genuine confusion and heartbreak in his expression. The longer Leona looked at it, the more uneasy he felt.

“Why do you keep doing this, Leona?” Falena asked. “I don’t understand.”

“What the fuck are you talking about?!” Leona snapped. “You’re the one who started it! Why would you ever think I’d want to marry some girl I barely know?!”

Falena stood, his chair squeaking harshly against the stone floor.

“Because you hate it here. It’s obvious.” His brother’s voice wavered, just a little. “But you never do anything about it. All you do is lie around and wait for things to happen to you, and the moment I try to give you an opportunity to change that, you reject it without even hearing me out.”

Falena stared at him. Gradually, his face softened, like he had just realized what a terrible mistake he’d made.

“I don’t want to get rid of you, Leona.” Falena said. His voice was gentle. Leona had only heard him talk like that when Cheka was afraid of something and needed comforting.

And once, a long time ago, when he fell out of an acacia tree.

“I really thought she’d be good for you.” Falena admitted. “I spoke with a lot of families about you. When I first met with Rabiah, I knew she’d be perfect. She reminded me so much of you. She’s funny. Smart. Independent. Like you.”

“Stop it.” Leona growled.

“And getting to know her better only made me more certain.”

“Shut up.”

“I thought she would make you happy.”

“You never thought to ask me what would make me happy?” Leona hissed. He didn’t like this. It was easier when he’d imagined this confrontation in his head. A fight between pure good and pure evil, like some play where the moral would be spoonfed to the audience.

But this wasn’t a play, it was his life. And he knew his brother well enough to know that he wouldn’t have done all this if he didn’t genuinely believe it was the best way to help.

“Do you know what would make you happy, Leona? Because I don’t think you do.”

Leona opened his mouth to answer, but he choked on empty air, unable to come up with any words.

“Yeah. I thought so.” Falena sighed. He looked… tired. More tired than Leona had ever seen him, even after years of watching him rule an entire country. He turned away from Leona to look out the window, ready to just end this conversation.

“I’m sorry. You’re right. I shouldn’t have just assumed that I knew what was best for you. But I wish… I wish you wouldn’t give up so easily.”

“…I’m not giving up. I’ve never given up.” Leona mumbled. He didn’t have the energy to be mad about this anymore. “If I had given up, I’d be dead by now.”

Falena’s head snapped in his direction.

“Leona, what the hell is that supposed to mean?”

“I do know what’ll make me happy.” He didn’t want to answer the question that Falena was really asking. He turned his face away from his brother, trying to hide the tears that were beginning to blur his vision.

“I want to write. I want to go to Yuu’s wedding next year. And I want Idia to believe me when I tell him he’s beautiful.”

He heard Falena’s footsteps as he crossed the room.

Leona wasn’t small enough to be carried anymore, but when Falena hugged him, he still clung to his older brother’s shirt and sobbed into his shoulder.

---

“Y’know, if you’d just told me that you had someone you were interested in, I would’ve called it off right away.” Falena said.

He’d been contemplating the chessboard between them for a good minute, despite the fact he was only about two moves away from losing. They’d already spent hours talking and crying and apologizing to each other, and now they were both tired and wanted to just wind down with something less emotionally taxing. Cheka had watched for a little while, but he’d gotten bored and run off to play with Imani until bedtime.

“How do you know there’s someone I’m interested in?” Leona asked.

“You said something about telling someone they’re pretty.”

“Beautiful. I said beautiful.”

“Right, that. Wow, you’ve really got it bad if you’re busting out the ‘b’ word.”

“Stop stalling and make a move, Falena.”

“Oh, fuck it.” Falena moved a piece at random, Leona saw his chance and took it.

“Checkmate.”

His older brother threw his hands up in exasperation. “I don’t know why I even try. You’re always going to beat me, anyway.”

“Because you’re my brother and you love me?” Leona guessed, smirking sardonically.

“Yeah, right. I know you like playing against people who are actually good at it.”

Leona recalled the many matches he’d had against Idia. He used to win every single one, but the other boy had improved so rapidly that by the end of 3rd year it was basically a 50/50 coin toss.

“Maybe. But I think part of it is just… hanging out with someone you care about.” Leona mused. He picked up the pieces and started rearranging them for a new game.

“Now you’re just trying to distract me so I won’t ask any more about this Idia guy.”

“Sure am.” Leona replied, ducking under the table to retrieve a captured bishop that had rolled off at some point.

“He’s the guy you gave that birthday present to, right? One of the ones you built your portal with.”

“He is.” Leona answered. He was a little surprised that Falena actually remembered those things. “Now stop asking me about it.”

“Come on, at least tell me what he looks like!”

Sighing, Leona pulled up one of the graduation photos of Idia that Ortho had sent. He held his phone out for Falena to see, but didn’t let him touch it. He didn’t want anyone scrolling through and finding the crossplay pictures again. “Here. Happy now?”

Falena leaned in over the table to get a closer look. “Is he cursed or something?” He asked, rudely. Leona rolled his eyes.

“Yes, he is. He’s dealt with some stuff. If you ever meet him, don’t you dare say anything about it.”

“I wouldn’t do that. Yeesh.” Falena frowned. “’If’ I meet him, huh? So you’re gonna bring him to visit sometime?”

“…Maybe.” Leona slowly put the phone away. “I’m actually not sure if he ever wants to talk to me again.”

“Oh, crap, what’d you do?”

“…It’s a long story.” Leona murmured. He dug his claws into the polished surface of the wooden table, just to have something to focus on besides his turbulent emotions. “Yuu’s been letting me know how he’s doing. He’s still pissed at me.”

Falena gave him a soft, brotherly smile. “Well, I hope you can make up with him. I really would like to meet him. We all would.”

“...Yeah.” Leona said, leaning back in his chair. “I hope so, too.”

---

Leona knew that Idia could hold a hell of a grudge when he got really mad. One time, Yuu had tripped and broken a figurine of his and he’d sulked about it for two weeks.

It was way too early to try and force a reconciliation, and Leona didn’t think he’d get one. But Idia deserved some reassurance that he was fine, and that he wanted to work this out. So in the end, after agonizing over it until late into the night, he sent a text.

---

Leona: hey you dont have to answer this

i just want you to know that im sorry

and i want to talk to you about it

so call me whenever youre ready

even if it’s months from now, i can wait

---

The “read” notification popped up next to it a moment later, but Idia didn’t send a reply. Well, that was about what he expected.

Leona let his body sink into the sheets, exhausted. What a fucking day. Rabiah’s family were leaving in the morning, her parents disappointed at the broken engagement, but Rabiah herself was positively ecstatic. She’d given him a knowing wink when she said goodnight, though, so he was pretty sure she was still going to run away.

And now he was here, back home, in this room he had hated so much, with his family he so resented. But somehow, it felt… different. He didn’t feel like screaming and clawing himself open anymore.

What had changed, exactly? Maybe… It was because he’d finally been honest. He’d finally admitted that he needed help. And someone had finally listened.

Leona still wasn’t going to get what he wanted, of course. He’d never have the power to influence this country, to try and make it a better place. But maybe… Idia’s suggestion would work. Maybe he could write.

He was already outlining some fucking scathing think-pieces about the royal family in his head.

Smiling to himself about the idea, he almost drifted off into a comfortable sleep.

Then Leona’s phone vibrated in his hand and his heart jumped into his throat.

No fucking way- But when he looked, it was. The caller ID read “radish sprout”.

He accepted the call in a heartbeat, despite how his hands were shaking.

“Oh thank fuck you called me.” He said, stupidly.

Idia laughed, then it sounded like he was muffling it behind his hand.

“Damn it. Don’t make me laugh, I’m still mad at you.” He said after a minute of barely audible chuckling.

Leona felt a smile stretch across his face. It was good to hear Idia in a good mood again. “If I make you laugh hard enough, will you stop being mad at me?”

“No, that’s not how it works. I’m afraid laughter isn’t the cure for this status effect.” It sounded like he was smiling too, though.

Neither of them spoke for a while. Leona tried to put together something in his head. Should he start with the apology? Did Idia even want to hear it? Should he explain what had happened to him since coming back to the palace?

He couldn’t come up with anything, but Idia, mercifully, spoke up first.

“I wish you’d told me.”

He wasn’t talking about the engagement. Leona’s eyes stung.

“You’re right. I should’ve.” He said. “I’m… I’m really scared, Idia.”

“I know.” Idia’s voice was so soothing, even over the phone. “It’s okay.”

“I’m scared of dying, and I’m scared of living.” Leona rolled over on his bed, but he kept a firm hold on his phone like a lifeline. “I’m scared of being alone. And I’m scared I’ll never be happy. I don’t have anywhere to go. All I can do is lie here and wait for something to happen, because nothing I do will change anything.”

“That’s not true, Leona. You’ve changed lots of stuff, just by being you.” Idia said. “You changed me. You changed Yuu, and Ruggie, and all the guys back at school who looked up to you. You’re a lot stronger than you think you are.”

Idia went silent for just a moment before continuing, “But even the most OP heroes need a party to support them. And... I’d like to be a member of that party.”

“Heh.” Leona chuckled. It felt like a tiny breath of warm air, settling in his chest and spreading out into the rest of his tired body. “Cute.”

“Come on, I’m trying to be sincere here…” Idia grumbled.

“I know. Thank you.” Leona said, his voice light. Feeling so open and vulnerable, he didn’t want to hold back anymore.

“I… I really want to see you.”

Leona heard Idia’s breath catch in his throat, and for a moment, he panicked. Had that been too much?

But then Idia sighed wistfully into the phone, and his stopped heart started beating again. “I want to see you, too. But I think I still need a little time.”

“Yeah. That’s fair.”

“I’m serious, I’m still pretty pissed.” Idia huffed, but he was definitely puffing it up a bit.

“Yeah, you should be, but I think I’m allowed to be a little mad, too. You still shouldn’t have answered my phone.” Leona chuckled.

“That is… a good point. But that isn’t the only thing, I have a lot of moving stuff I need to do…”

“I get it.” Leona said, with a smile that he hoped came through in his voice. He was a little disappointed, but he could deal. As long as the promise of a future was still there. “I should probably take care of some things, too.”

“Right. So I guess… I’ll call you?” Idia asked.

“Any time.” Leona answered. “I’m… I’ll be here. I’m not gonna run away again.”

“I know. I believe you.”

---

this motherfucker: You.

Leona: ah there it is

i was wonderin when youd show up

this motherfucker: Why was my fiancé crying over you today, Kingscholar.

Explain yourself.

Keep in mind that I have near total control over this vast sky of ours.

It would be a simple matter to find your location and wipe it off the face of the planet.

Leona: bet

this motherfucker: I’m not interested in playing a gambling game with you.

You would probably cheat, anyway.

I want answers.

Leona: i already apologized to yuu

u dont need to be their white knight all the damn time

or scaly black dragon knight I guess

i didn’t know they cried tho

my bad

this motherfucker: “My bad” hardly counts as an apology.

I want to make it very clear that if you disappear and worry them again, well.

There will be consequences.

Leona: oooooh scaaaaary

i know u wont do anything to me lmao

yuu and idia both told me u think im funny

this motherfucker: Yes, and it’s going to be very funny when I tear you to pieces and display your body parts on stakes in the town square.

Leona: now ur just overdoing it

smh

this motherfucker: You’re lucky my future spouse is so fond of you.

Leona: u r too u just dont want to admit it

but the jig’s up dumbass hahahahahhah

this motherfucker: I can see right through you, Kingscholar!

The truth is, YOU are the one who is fond of ME!

Just try to deny it, you can’t!

Leona: yes i can its easy:

im not fond of u

this motherfucker: A transparent lie, just like everything you say.

Admit it, Kingscholar.

We are very good friends.

The best, actually.

Like brothers.

Leona: i already have one overbearing brother who’s too horny for his spouse i don’t need another one

this motherfucker: ? But I have horns all the time.

Not just when I’m with Yuu.

Leona: …dont tell me u dont know what horny means

u cant be that naïve

has yuu never told u

this motherfucker: Of course I know what it means.

It’s a synonym for ligma.

Leona: wh

what

this motherfucker: Ligma balls.

}:)

That is a smiley face that Yuu made up for me, the “}” represents my horns.

Leona: u know what

this little bit of banter just cemented in my diseased brain how much i cant stand u.

so ye i genuinely hate ur ass now

i hope u choke

i wont even feel bad when yuu is sad about it they deserve better anyway

this motherfucker: They are sitting next to me right now and telling me what to type at you.

I don’t know why that angered you so much, but your reaction was very entertaining.

Are ligma balls some kind of food or something? Like a meatball?

wait

------------------------------

Chapter 12 - Believe

Leona waited, just like he promised. In the end, it had taken about a month before Idia texted him his new address. No other details, just a jumble of letters and numbers that represented everything he’d been missing. As excited as Leona was to see Idia face-to-face again, a different part of him was fucking terrified.

He typed back a date and time, and Idia sent him a thumbs up emoji. Very helpful.

Leona was pretty sure Idia wasn’t mad anymore, and that he was just being curt because he was equally nervous. But he couldn’t read his mind, so there was no way to be 100% certain. Maybe this was anxiety? He should probably ask his therapist about it next time.

But he didn’t have time to stew in it, now that he was on Idia’s doorstep, staring at the bell by the door like it was an enormous spider. A woman passed by him in the hall and did a double-take, apparently recognized him, and then rushed into her own apartment. She returned a moment later to peek out the door at him along with her roommate.

Ugh. His annoyance at their rude behavior briefly overwhelmed his fear and he slapped the bell before he could lose his nerve.

The space in between that chiming sound and the door opening had to be the longest 10 seconds of his life.

Leona clenched his eyes shut and took a deep breath as he heard it creak, then snapped them open.

And there was Idia, staring at him. Maybe it was just because they’d been apart for a while, but Leona’s heart immediately sped up at the sight of him. He must have just come home from work, his clothes were a little more “business casual” than his usual attire.

Leona was somewhat relieved that he looked just as freaked out as he felt.

“…Idia. Hey.” He said.

Idia regarded him coolly, arms crossed, his face unusually passive and emotionless. “Leona.”

Leona hadn’t felt this awkward since he was a teenager. He searched desperately for any hint of emotion in Idia’s face. But he couldn’t find it.

As Leona opened his mouth to say something, he heard an indignant “mew!”. Idia’s face twitched like he was trying to hold back a laugh.

“That wasn’t me.” Leona protested.

“I know, it was her.” Idia gestured at his feet, Leona looked down. A little tortoiseshell kitten was trying to make a break for it, barely held back by Idia’s extended leg.

“Maybe I should come inside?”

Idia looked at him for a moment, thinking hard. Making up his mind, he bent down to pick up the kitten and gestured for Leona to follow him in.

It was a pretty standard Sunset Savanna apartment. Stone floors to keep the place cool in summer, but the building itself was more modern and had everything a bachelor just starting out in his career could need. He’d left all the windows closed, for some reason, though.

It looked like Idia still had a lot left to do, but he’d at least bought a table and a couch. And a scratching post for the cat, of course. He was probably waiting for a few paychecks to come in before getting into furnishings. At least, Leona hoped that he was waiting for that, and wasn’t just planning to eat at his couch every day.

Idia must have read his mind, because he said, “Sorry it’s so empty. I’m getting some more furniture next month.”

“So you got a cat?”

Idia’s impassive mask finally broke. He held up the squirming animal, ecstatic.

“Her name’s Purrsephone. Ain’t she a cutie?”

“That’s spelled ‘p-u-r-r’-sephone, isn’t it.” Leona asked. He was unsurprised when Idia pouted at him before eventually nodding.

Purrsephone kept up her wiggling until Idia put her down, then she bolted off to claw at the scratching post with a ferocity that Leona couldn’t help but admire.

“I call her Purrsie for short.” Idia smiled fondly at her. “I’ve always wanted a cat, y’know. I couldn’t have one at the dorms or on the Island.”

“She seems kinda high-energy, doesn’t she?”

“Oh yeah, she’s nuts.” Idia passed him to walk into the kitchen, divided from his living room with just a low wall. “But once she gets tired out, she’s a huge snugglebug. It’s adorable.”

He opened the fridge, then frowned into it. “…Well, I was gonna offer you a drink, but all I have is Mountain Dew and tap water.” He said. Leona tried not to laugh.

“I’m good. How are you liking it here so far?” He asked, instead.

“It’s fucking hot.” Idia answered as he pulled a can of Mountain Dew out for himself. “I’m dying, Leona. I had to buy 3 rotating fans after the first night. I’m gonna have to come up with an insane cooling setup when I get a new PC.”

Leona chuckled and walked across the empty living room to one of his windows, pulling the glass up. There were wooden shutters with large gaps on the other side, but he left those alone so Purrsie wouldn’t notice and try to jump out. “You’ve got to keep the windows open. Buildings here are built to circulate air, you only close ‘em when it’s cold out.”

“Are you serious? So I bought those fans for nothing.”

“Nah, it still gets hot as balls. They’ll be handy in the dead of summer. What you should be more worried about is how your skin is gonna handle all this sun. Unless you wanna wear that hat every single day.”

“I already know.” Idia sighed. He rolled up his sleeve and stuck his arm out for Leona to see. The same one he’d offered that night under the stars. His skin was starting to freckle. “I’m gonna be covered in these for the rest of my life, I guess.”

“Cute.” Leona smiled, gently holding his arm up. He rubbed his thumb over the new spots of color on Idia’s wrist. It was so nice to touch him again.

Idia was studying him carefully, that impassive mask slipping onto his face again. As great as it was to be in the same room again, both of their minds were still racing, searching desperately for what to say.

Finally, Leona decided it was time to break the silence.

“…I’m sorry.”

“For what?”

“For wanting to kill myself.”

Idia’s face fell and he sighed, exhausted. “I don’t want you to apologize for that, Leona. I just wish you’d told me.”

“Oh.” Leona was truly at a loss. It was really starting to hit him, now, how much things had changed between them. “I get it. I’m sorry for hiding it from you. And the engagement thing, too.”

“…I’m sorry, too.” Idia mumbled. “There were probably a thousand better routes I could’ve taken to handle that.”

“Maybe.” Leona said, shrugging.

“Then… Did you figure out what you wanted?” Idia asked, staring down at the stone floor sheepishly. So he was still worried, despite what they’d talked about.

“No. I have no fucking idea.” Leona answered. “I’m still scared out of my mind.”

Idia nodded reassuringly. “That’s fine. At least you’re telling the truth.”

Leona swallowed. His throat felt impossibly dry. “It’s… a little easier. I’ve been working on it. I’ve been seeing someone. And it’s helped, a little bit.”

“That’s good.”

“But it’s still fucking hard.”

“Yeah. I know.” Idia reached out to take his other hand. His warm fingers closed around Leona’s, and he broke.

Leona let out a sob that wracked his whole body and then the tears just wouldn’t stop. Idia lead him to the couch and sat down with him there, just listening as he cried.

After a few minutes, Idia carefully wrapped his arms around Leona’s shoulders and pulled him close, gently stroking his head the way he had that night in the hotel. His strength nearly gone, Leona slumped into the embrace, clinging to him for dear life.

“I wish I could fix it for you.” Idia whispered. “But I can’t. Only you can do that.”

“I know.” Leona sobbed.

“I want you to keep trying. I don’t want you to die.” Idia’s voice was thick with tears. Leona nodded into his shoulder.

“I don’t want to, either.” He said. And he meant it. As he let the tears flow, his breathing grew a little stronger, his heartbeat a little steadier. Bit by bit, just a little at a time, but he could still feel it.

“It’s gonna get easier.” Idia pulled back just enough that Leona could see his face, smiling gently despite the tears streaming down his face. “Soon it’ll be like going back to the starting area when you’re max level and beating all the mobs with a single hit.”

“Fuck, you’re so cute.” Leona felt himself starting to smile as well. Idia seemed surprised by that reaction, but instead of denying it like usual, he just grinned even wider.

“Thanks. You’re cute, too.”

“No, I’m-”

“Don’t say that you’re not.” Idia bumped their foreheads together, just rough enough to shake him up a bit. “I’m gonna believe you when you say nice things to me from now on, so you better believe me, too.”

“…Okay, fine.” Leona huffed. “I’m cute.”

“Good.”

“And you’re beautiful.”

“So are you. You’re beeeaaautiful.” Idia crooned, grinning wildly. “And handsome. And smart. And funny. S-tier at everything. SSR levels of amazing. Best boy and best girl.”

“Okay, I get your point. Cut that shit out.” Leona protested. The tears had nearly stopped, but now he could feel his face heating up. “I don’t even know what half of that is.”

He still knew what it meant. That Idia still loved him. Idia still adored him. And that was something he could always come back to, every time things got hard.

“I’m just giving you a taste of your own medicine!” Idia cackled. “I figure if all the cute shit you said to me at school was good for me, hearing the same stuff will be good for you.”

“Maybe.” Leona sighed.

His eyes started to flutter shut. God, he was so tired, and Idia’s hand felt so nice scratching his ears and stroking his hair.

“Stop it.” He said, gently smacking Idia’s hand aside. “I’m gonna fall asleep if you keep doing that, and I don’t want to, yet. I still haven’t kissed you.”

“Then just do it already, scaredy-cat.” Idia smirked, challenging him.

Leona closed the distance, locking his lips with Idia’s like he was dying of thirst, and he had just found an oasis.

Idia eagerly returned the kiss, clinging to his neck and moaning against his lips. He let Leona invade his mouth, twisting their tongues together, all heat and wetness and a slight hint of dangerously sharp teeth. He’d gotten better at this since that night in the lab. Leona wryly thought that he should thank Will for that if they ever met.

He felt a tug and suddenly he was on top of Idia on the couch. Leona took advantage of the new position to kiss him even deeper and harder, until they were both breathless and panting and tangled together.

“…Fuck.” Idia gasped, when Leona finally pulled away. He was a blushing mess, his hair all tousled and flickering with pink. Leona could feel his heart pounding a mile a minute. Or maybe it was his own. Probably both.

“You’re so pretty.” He purred, brushing some of Idia’s hair out of his sweaty face.

“Uuuuuuugh don’t just say that right after kissing me that hard.” Idia whined, covering his face with his hands. “Friggin’ otome game love interest…”

“I still don’t know what that means, but I’ll take it as a compliment.” Leona chuckled. He opted to kiss Idia’s knuckles instead of trying to force his hands off his face.

“Mreee!” Purrsie, fed up with whatever weird two-legger thing they were doing, leapt onto Leona’s back and then immediately made herself comfortable, curling up into a fuzzy little ball.

They both craned their necks to stare at her in disbelief.

“I guess I’m not allowed to move now.” Leona said.

“Yeah, sorry. I’ll get her food, that’ll get her attention.” Idia chuckled. He carefully slid himself out from under Leona and made for the kitchen. “I was about to make something for myself, too. You wanna stay for dinner?”

“Absolutely.” Leona answered.

He watched Idia carefully, studying every little movement he made, his heart on the verge of bursting with love.

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“So what happened with your fiancée?” Idia asked, watching Leona wolf down his second helping of spaghetti. It was pretty good, Idia had added extra meat to the sauce just for him. Purrsie was still loudly munching her wet food in the kitchen.

“Not my fiancée anymore. She’s running away with her girlfriend to the Shaftlands.”

Idia’s eyebrows shot up. “Are you… sure you should be telling me that?”

“She said I could, in case you didn’t believe me. She’s pretty cool, actually, I’ll introduce you to her once things calm down.”

“Huh.” Idia stared into his own empty bowl, confused. “And your brother?”

“He’s… better.” Leona replied. Complicated feelings still swirled in his gut when he thought of Falena, but things were… different, now.

“…Are you sure this isn’t like my thing with my parents?” Idia asked, voice low and apologetic. Like he had bad news that he didn’t want to be the one to break. “Where he’s using the good memories to manipulate you.”

Leona shook his head. “No. He’s really trying, I can tell.” Falena had apologized to him so many times, and he was the first to ask about how he was feeling every day. He’d even dug up the welfare reform plans Leona had made and started pushing them for serious consideration.

Most importantly, he’d gone out of his way to make Leona feel… safe. Like he belonged, like he mattered. He didn’t dread going back to the palace like he used to, and that… meant a lot.

“Still not gonna stop me from writing some fucking brutal political columns about him, though.” Leona said.

“Oh, yeah! You’ve been writing?” Idia seemed so excited by that, wiggling closer on the couch. He probably wanted to hear all about it, like how Leona wanted to hear him talk about his nerd stuff.

“Just a few little things, right now. Yuu wanted me to write a speech for the wedding, so I’ve been workshopping that. My therapist suggested I start keeping a journal. And… I wrote a script.” Leona paused. “For a game.”

Idia’s face lit up. “The wedding game?”

“Yes, the wedding game.” Leona chuckled. “I didn’t know if you’d still want to use it, though.”

“Of course I do!” Idia bolted up, running to his bedroom to grab his laptop.

“I don’t have it with me.” Leona called down the hall. “I can’t show it to you right now.”

“Then bring it next time.” Idia walked back into the living room, tossing his empty spaghetti bowl carelessly on the kitchen counter. He came back to the couch and sat down, leaning against Leona’s side. “I want to read it.”

Next time. That’s right, this apartment really wasn’t that far. He could come see Idia any time. Idia could come see him. He could introduce him to Cheka. Ortho might fly in sometimes, and when Yuu came to visit, they could all hang out together. Just like they used to.

“Next time.” Leona began, bumping his forehead against Idia’s, “I want to stay over, in the same bed, and wake up next to you.”

Idia’s hair exploded into pink, but instead of hiding his face, he clung harder to Leona’s arm.

“You don’t have to wait until next time.”

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murderkitten: leonaaaaaaa!!!

we made it!!!!!!

thanks for the advice! We didn’t have to go through a single border check!!!

Leona: thank my bf and his brother

they trawled the net for hours looking for the best routes

murderkitten: ok! tell them me and danika said thanks!

so I guess you guys are doing good?

Leona: ye

im def not letting him go this time

Falena’s gonna have to deal

if he tries to pull this shit again with my nephew tho ill have to come up with some regicide plans

murderkitten: well I hope he learned his lesson.

my dad certainly has :3

he’s been messaging me nonstop trying to get me to come home

I told him I MIGHT let him visit if he promises to never try to marry off my sisters

Everyone wins yaaaaaaaay

Leona: good for u

let me know ur address when ur settled

ill send u a housewarming gift

murderkitten: sure thing!

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Chapter 12 - Moon

One Year Later

Leona tapped the microphone. From where he was standing, he could see a whole hall’s worth of people, from all different walks of life. Yuu and Malleus had way too many damn friends. And this was just the small, private ceremony, not the big official royal one that was held last week.

“Alright you weird little freaks, listen up.” He began, “Most of you know me, and for the ones who don’t and are probably horrified by my rude bullshit: I’m Leona Kingscholar, I’m one of Yuu’s best friends and one of Malleus’s worst enemies.”

Yuu was already giggling. He turned towards them, giving a mock bow. “They promised me I was allowed to have the honor of roasting the hell out of them today.”

“So I figured I’d start with this: this wedding so far has been fucking ridiculous, you both look like goth clowns running a horror circus and I wouldn’t be surprised if you spend your whole honeymoon fucking each other in gargoyle-themed onesies.” He smirked when Yuu burst into a fit of laughter, along with most of their mutual friends. Even Malleus was chuckling a little. The other guests, some of whom must have been important fae nobility, just looked like they were watching a car crash. (Or carriage crash, whatever the Briar Valley equivalent was.)

Leona waited for the laughter to die down before continuing. “Yuu never could stay out of anyone’s business, back when we were in school. Nobody could have an anxiety attack or a mental breakdown in peace without them forcing you onto a chaise lounge and giving you an impromptu therapy session.”

He paused, taking a moment to look beside him. Idia was there, listening with rapt attention, a beaming, sharp smile on his face. Leona smiled back.

“And y’know what? They saved a lotta people by doing that.” He continued. “Including me.”

Turning to face Yuu again, he sent a reassuring smile their way as they began to tear up. “So as fun as it is to dunk on you, Yuu… I’m glad you’re my friend. And I’m glad you’ve made a real family here, with a guy who obviously adores you. Congratulations.”

Leona lifted his glass of champagne, then passed the mic back to the MC as the guests erupted into applause. Yuu burst into tears, but they were smiling the whole time.

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“Idiaaa! Leonaaaaa!!!” Yuu bawled into Leona’s sleeve, not even trying to hold back their snot and tears, despite their delicate lacy black outfit. “Why’d you have to make us such a nice present, you assholes?! And-And the speech! I told you to make it funny, you jerk, but then you had to be all cute and sentimental and sweet!”

“So I’m guessing you liked it.” Leona smirked. Yuu just cried harder and pulled them both into a crushing hug.

“I hate yooouuu!!!” They sobbed, with nothing but affection in their voice.

Malleus still glared at him from off to the side. “You’d better be glad this is happy crying, Kingscholar.”

“Hey, I wasn’t the only one who worked on that stuff! Why are you getting mad at me?”

“Don’t you dare try to throw Shroud under the bus.” Malleus’s eyes narrowed at him. “He ‘carried’ us through a very difficult battle the other day. I have nothing but respect for him.”

“It was just Orbonne, Malleus.” Having gotten that out of their system, Yuu released their guests and dabbed at their puffy eyes with an ornate handkerchief that matched their dress. “It’s easy once you know the fight mechanics.”

Malleus pouted. “I still don’t understand why the man with the rifle keeps killing me.”

“I’ll walk you through it next time, Malleus. And verraising you over and over doesn’t count as carrying.” Idia laughed, as light as the bubbles in his champagne. His face was already starting to flush. He didn’t seem to be totally drunk yet, but he leaned heavily against Leona anyway.

“Gonna have to wait a while for that, Idia. I plan on taking full advantage of his time off for our honeymoon.” Yuu let out what could only be described as a cackle, clinging to Malleus’s arm as he turned bright red out to the tips of his ears. Certainly a bizarre expression to see on the face of Briar Valley’s crown prince.

Leona made a gagging gesture, Yuu kicked out at him with one of their black high heels, which he easily dodged.

The ornate ballroom buzzed with activity, the floor completely crowded with celebrating guests. Dark greenery bursting with thorns and glowing flowers claimed much of the space, creating natural streamer-like perches for some of the shier fae to watch the festivities from above. They really hadn’t needed to do much decorating besides that, other than bringing in tables and chairs and a few flower displays that weren’t already naturally growing here.

The setting sun outside cast rays of warm light through the large windows, bathing the room in a nostalgic glow. Servants had already started lighting magic-fed lanterns, ensuring the party could continue late into the night. A live band was playing spooky classical music to fit the creepy mood. Apparently the Pop Music club from their old school were planning on playing a couple songs at Yuu’s request, Leona couldn’t wait to see the mayhem that would cause.

“I really meant it when I said congrats, Yuu.” Leona said, raising his glass. “Here’s to many years of freaky BDSM sex, or whatever it is you guys do.”

Yuu stuck their tongue out at him. “Like you’re one to talk. I saw your crossplay pics, buddy.”

“You can believe that was for sexy purposes if you want.” Leona shrugged. “I’m secure enough in my masculinity.”

“Can we please stop talking about this.” Malleus groaned, lowering his flushed face into his free hand.

“Aww, sorry, sweetie. Didn’t mean to embarrass you.” Yuu stood on their tiptoes to kiss him on the cheek. “We should probably go make the rounds, anyway. I haven’t even gotten a chance to talk to my two little braincell boys yet.”

“Don’t let us keep you. It’s your night!” Idia laughed and waved at them as they walked away, drawing way more attention than he meant to.

Once they were out of sight, Leona reached down to take Idia’s hand. Smiling serenely out at the crowd, he caught occasional glimpses of old friends; half-drunk Epel waltzing with Jamil, Ortho zipping around and taking aerial photos of the festivities, Jack scarfing down cake while Vil took a picture of him with cream on his face, Ruggie sticking his hands in random guests’ pockets-okay he’d probably have to deal with that later. He was willing to overlook it right now, though. Didn’t want to kill the mood.

“You look like a parent watching their kid go off to their first day of school. Or beating the final boss for the first time.” Idia giggled.

“Yeah, yeah, I get it, I’m a tsundere or whatever.” Leona shook his head. “Can you blame me? After all the shit we put them through, I’m just glad they’re happy.”

“It’s crazy to think about how far we’ve all come since then.” Idia murmured, tilting his head back to stare up at the glittering flowers overhead. “If I’d never met you guys, I’d still be stuck in the starting zone-er, the Island.”

“I don’t even wanna think about where I would be.” Leona said, frowning. Idia glanced up at him before pressing even closer against him, wrapping his other arm around Leona’s.

“We don’t have to. No point in thinking about even worse timelines when we’re in a nice one like this.”

“Yeah, you’re right.” Leona chuckled.

It was a nice timeline. One where he felt safe at home, and had control over his life, and a boyfriend who loved him. It really had been getting easier, every day. As bad as it got sometimes, he didn’t feel nearly as scared anymore.

He knew now just how many people were willing to listen when he needed to be heard.

Idia perked up when he spotted Lilia stepping on the stage, still in the fancy attire he’d worn to walk Yuu down the aisle. He was followed closely by Kalim and Cater. “Oh! I think they’re gonna play soon!”

He tugged on Leona’s arm, dragging him towards the dance floor. “Come on, let’s dance!” He said, grinning wildly.

“Who are you and what have you done with Idia?” Leona asked, but he let his boyfriend lead him into the center of the crowd anyway.

“I got him drunk and now he feels like being a normie for the night. He wants to dance with his boyfriend at his best friend’s wedding.”

“If I dance with him, will I get him back?” Leona chuckled, turning Idia so that they were properly facing each other. He laced their fingers together, and Idia leaned against his chest, still giggling giddily.

“Heheh. Maybe tomorrow, when he’s sober.”

An ear-splitting screech rang out across the ballroom, making them both jump and everyone around them shriek in surprise. Confused, they looked up at the stage to see Lilia absolutely thrashing, screaming into the mic, dripping with sweat. Cater and Kalim were both blurs of energy, adding to the cacophony. Yuu had taken a seat up on Malleus’s shoulder to cheer them on, pumping their fists into the air.

“I don’t think I’m drunk anymore.” Idia said. Leona could barely hear him above the screaming.

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“Uuuuugh. That was exhausting.” Idia groaned as they trudged into their room. He fell face-forward into a monstrously fancy canopy bed that fit perfectly in this creepyass castle. At least it was comfy, too.

“I thought you wanted to be a normie for the night.” Leona sat beside him, stroking his hair affectionately.

“Sometimes drunk Idia is dumb and doesn’t know what he wants.” Idia grumbled into the covers. “Sometimes he just needs a nap.”

“Sounds good to me.” Leona said, falling into bed next to him.

Idia turned his head to look him in the eyes, blinking sleepily.

“What?” Leona asked, when he didn’t say anything after a few seconds of staring.

“I love you.” Idia murmured.

“…I love you, too.” Leona replied. He leaned in to kiss him, softly, with all the affection in his heart.

“Ears.” Idia lifted his hand lazily, groping the air until Leona headbumped against his fingers with a chuckle. Idia smiled warmly at him and started scratching behind his ears, just the way he liked.

“You think Yuu and Malleus would get mad at us if we fucked in this bed?” Leona purred, curling his whole body around Idia’s. These fancy formal clothes were starting to get annoying.

“They knew what they were getting into when they put us in the same room.”

A few hours later, Leona found himself lounging on the outdoor couch on their room’s balcony, between Idia’s legs. He was carefully unwinding Leona’s braids for the night, combing his hair out with his fingers.

The full moon was still high and unusually bright in the sky. Yuu and Malleus were probably thrilled about it, it added to the spooky atmosphere. Leona guessed it was probably around 3 AM by now. He doubted they were the only people still awake.

“What kinda wedding do you wanna have, radish sprout?”

“Star Rogue themed.” Idia answered without even thinking.

“Absolutely not. We can have a Star Rogue cake topper and maybe the DJ can play some of the music. Take it or leave it.”

“Killjoy.” Idia said, but he was still smiling. “Why do you ask? Already thinking of proposing?”

“Not right now. Just, y’know, makin’ some plans.” Leona tilted his head back to look up into Idia’s eyes. This position reminded him of that night in the lab.

Idia bent over to kiss him on the forehead.

“Did you notice that you’ve been making plans more often?” He asked.

“Hm. I guess I have.” Leona hadn’t really thought about it.

“I’m glad.” Idia said. “Any other plans I should know about, though?”

“Hm… Finishing my manuscript. Seeing Cheka start middle school. Would be nice to visit Rabiah and Danika sometime. You?”

“I want to finish that couples cosplay and have Ortho take our photos.”

“Neeerd.” Leona laughed, affectionately.

Idia rolled his eyes. “Like you won’t end up having just as much fun as me.”

“How about way in the future. Like years and years, when we’re both old and boring.”

“Hm. Good question.” Idia mused. He put his chin in his hand, staring out into the peaceful Briar Valley night. “I guess… It’d be nice to own a house.”

“A house where we can keep your 100 cats.” Leona laughed.

“I only need two, thanks.” Idia replied, smirking at him.

“Hey. Are you counting me as a cat?”

“You’re the one who jumped to that…”

“Whatever happened to the cute, shy Idia who never would’ve said something so rude to me?” Leona pouted, reaching up to lightly pinch Idia’s cheek, just to get that dumb grin off his face.

“He got some therapy and fell in love with an SSR prince-type character.” Idia replied, shrugging.

“Hm. That’s nice. He seems a lot happier like this.”

Turning over on the couch, he wrapped his arms around Idia’s waist and snuggled close, his tail thumping contentedly against the furniture. Idia let out a little laugh of joy, reaching down to pet Leona’s head some more.

It just felt natural, now, to think about what was ahead. Before, he had never thought of “the future” as something he would ever experience. It had been some distant, ethereal thing, like the full moon hanging in the sky.

But it had always been there, well within his reach. He’d just needed someone to guide his hand.

Leona felt his eyes fluttering closed. But for once, he didn’t want to go to sleep. He wanted to spend every moment he could here, in Idia’s warm embrace, aware of every moment.

“I’m still gonna be here when you wake up.” Idia whispered, as if he’d read his mind.

“Good.” He mumbled against Idia’s stomach. “I like when you’re the first thing I see in the morning.”

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finallydelight · 1 year

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Hiiii! I was wondering if you could write about ming´s first rehearsal after her hiatus and the members´ reaction to it. It was mentioned that she hat lost weight and couldn’t keep up with the choreography🥺 i love your writings btw💕

We’ll Figure Something Out | Ming Chapter

warnings: this chapter has mentions of weight loss, fatigue, hospitals, etc. vomiting is also present in this chapter. so, if you're not comfortable with any of those, I recommend to skip this one and take care of yourself, my darlings ❤️‍🩹

author’s note: thank you so much for the request, honey ! I hope you like it and let me know what you think of it ! 🫶

November 1, 2022

Ming quietly walked into the practice room, Seungcheol's right hand firmly on her shoulder, his left one occupied with holding her bag. The members warmly welcomed them, happy to see her again in the practice room after what seemed forever.

''Hey, what did they say?'' Jeonghan asked the pair, appearing at Ming's side as soon as they had stepped in the room.

Before they walked in, Ming and Cheol had made a visit to her doctor. The company and members wanted to make sure she had medical approval to start rehearsing again. Cheol insisted on going with her, not fully trusting her to go by herself. Ming was very desperate to join the members again on tour, he didn't want to risk her lying in case the doctor said she couldn't join them yet.

Her grandmother's hospitalization had taken a huge toll on her. Ming barely slept, barely ate and kept all of her worries to herself. Overall, she wasn't taking good care of herself, physically and mentally, prioritizing her little brothers. Once she had returned to Seoul, she had lost a lot of weight, her skin looked pale and she hadn't genuinely smiled once. Obviously, it had made the members extremely worried seeing her in the state that she was. It wasn't the first time she had undergone a great loss of weight, but it had been a while since the last time.

Of course, they took care of her as well as they could. Mingyu became her personal nurse and gradually was getting her back to her regular eating routine. Next to cooking, he carried her around the dorm on his back, although after just a few days that was stopped by Jeonghan who said Ming needed to build her strength again.

''He said I could resume my activities again if I wished to, but that I need to take everything very slowly and shouldn't do anything that is too intense for me.'' Ming copied her doctor's words, a soft smile gracing her face.

The members made sounds of excitement, Soonyoung and Dokyeom even going as far as clapping for her. The staff were also very delighted to know she would be joining them again, being fond of the young woman.

''Let's start stretching then.'' Hyerim told the group, clapping her hands together. She made her way over to where Ming was taking off her jacket. ''How's your knee doing, Yerm?'' She asked her, looking down at her legs.

Ming hesitantly answered. ''If I don't put too much pressure on it, it's totally fine.'' She had taken a small tumble in the bathroom, losing her balance due to a lack of energy. She injured her knee and was forced to wear a knee brace for at least a few weeks.

''We're gonna see what your limits are today, so please,'' Hyerim pleaded, ''please, don't overestimate yourself, if it's too much no one will blame you for sitting on the side.''

She nodded at the stage director's words. ''I know, I'm gonna be careful, unnie.'' Ming assured her, knowing there's no time to fool around.

''We'll start with Left & Right! Ming-ssi, you mark through it and see what you can do.'' Their instructor said, motioning for the staff on the side to get the song ready to play.

Ming walked to her starting position, happy to be back performing with her members again even if it was only a rehearsal.

Seungkwan tapped her shoulder. ''Yerimie, be cautious, okay? You can just step out if it's too much.'' He wasn't too entirely sure about Ming practicing again, still not thinking she had recovered enough. She patted his shoulder, offering a tight-lipped smile.

She took her spot next to Jeonghan, who briefly grabbed her hand and gave it a squeeze. ''Don't force anything, please. Don't be like me with my arm.'' Despite the joking nature of his comment, his stern face told her he was very serious about it.

A simple nod was given to him. Ming looked down at her feet, a sudden wave of nerves crashing over her.

Their choreographer counted down and the song boomed from the speakers. Ming slightly flinched, not expecting the music to be as loud as it was.

As she went through the dance, she noticed her stamina had greatly weakened and that even without fully doing the choreography, she knew it was impossible for her to perform on tour.

However, Ming kept going. The will to prove to everyone that she could do it was stronger than her worries about possibly injuring herself more. Eventually, the song ended and the loud breathing of the members was the only sound to be heard in the room.

Hyerim slowly walked over to Ming, taking in the physique of the younger woman. ''How are you feeling?'' The stage director caressed her arms and looked deep into her eyes, creating a sort of safe space.

''I'm tired, but my knee didn't hurt or anything, so I think I can continue for now.'' It wasn't a lie, her knee felt fine and she was tired, but she downplayed it.

Hyerim and the other members that had heard weren't entirely convinced by Ming's answer, but they gave her the benefit of the doubt.

''Alright, one song and then you take a break.'' She told Ming, holding up her index finger. The older woman looked around at the members. ''What song should we do now?''

The members' eyes glanced at the three leaders that coincidentally stood together. ''Uh, World? Mansae?'' Jihoon suggested, not being too sure about it.

''I don't think she should do Mansae, too much jumping.'' Soonyoung noted, not thinking it was a good idea to do a dance with too much energy.

''Let's do Mansae then!'' Hyerim concluded, stepping back to the side of the room. She motioned to the members to get in their positions and for the staff to start the song.

Ming went to her space in-between Mingyu and Minghao, who gave her encouraging smiles. ''Take it slow, alright?'' Minghao peeped over his shoulder at her.

''Yes.''

Like earlier, the song started and everything was fine in the beginning, but once the first chorus hit, everything started going south.

The fatigue settled in, and all her energy and strength seemed to just have disappeared. Her limbs felt heavy and it became a huge task to just not fall to the ground. With even the slowest movements, her vision became blurry.

Normally, after the chorus is done, she waits by the wall to wait for her part to come up, but instead went for the door and opened it. Between the hallway and their practice room, there is a small space to leave your bags and coats, but the members barely use it. In the corner of the small space is a small trash can, she reached out for that and her entire breakfast of that morning seemed to leave her body.

She felt someone grabbing her hair and holding it together, making a ponytail. Another hand rubbed her back, soothing her. ''It's okay, don't work yourself up.'' She recognised the voice as Cheol's.

Ming sat herself down on the ground, once her stomach was emptied. Cheol sat down behind her, calming her down by putting his arms around her and moving her side to side.

''Oppa, I can't do it.'' She began to sob, covering her eyes with her hands. The man behind shushed her, caressing her arms. ''It's gonna be okay, Yerimie… just focus on your breathing now, okay?'' The leader was trying his best to prevent her from having an anxiety attack.

Jun had walked over to them, holding a water battle and some tissues. He opened the bottle and handed it to Ming. ''I know it's not gonna taste good right now, but it's important to drink some water.'' With the tissues he wiped her face clean, some traces of the vomit still evident around her mouth and on her chin.

When Jun was done, Cheol motioned for him to go back to the practice room, leaving the oldest and the second youngest alone.

''You're okay, little one. Maybe it's a little too early to perform again.'' He told her, there being no way he would let her perform on tour again if that would be the outcome after every show.

Ming shook her head, but quickly stopped as it gave her a headache. ''Noo~ I don't want to stay here all by myself again, I don't like it.'' The separation anxiety every time the members would leave had never been this bad.

''We'll figure something out, little one. We'll figure something out.''

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apomaro-mellow · 10 months

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The Bright Side S01E03: Brace Yourselves

S01E02

Steve was watching some mindless tv when El came through the front door, bags in hand from the mall.

"Someone was busy", Steve commented as she placed them right on the coffee table.

"I went to the mall!", she exclaimed, exuberant.

"Clearly. Whatjda get?"

"I got some shirts, some new scrunchies, I'm basically revamping my whole wardrobe. Max said I should've when we moved."

Steve nodded along as he watched her take more stuff out of bags. He noticed two new bracelets on her left wrist. And then another two on the other.

"New accessory?"

"Some guy at a kiosk was selling them. And I couldn't say no."

"You gotta be careful around those kiosk guys. They're ruthless", Steve said. "Remember when me and Robin worked at a keychain kiosk?"

El got a haunted look in her eyes. "I'd never seen her so aggressively nice. But they're cute right?"

"Yeah. Cute. Just make sure you avoid their eyes. We kiosk folk can smell weakness."

"Aren't you working at a gas station now?"

"Once a kiosk guy, always a kiosk guy."

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"You're still wearing that?", Max asked when El showed up to school with one of the four bracelets she had bought that weekend.

"I think it's a nice bracelet. And I don't have a ton of accessories."

"You know what that means? More mall time", Max decided.

"Hey El", Mike greeted. "Nice bracelet."

"Thanks", El blushed.

"Yeah, I really like the color, uh green."

"Smooth", Will rolled his eyes.

"Maybe I'll get more. They've got a ton of colors", El beamed.

"Cool", Mike said.

"Cool", she said.

"Okay, since we're all cool, how's about we get to class?", Lucas cut in before either one could trip over their words.

"I'm right behind you", Will said.

The bell rang and the whole group went into their classroom. El was determined to get more bracelets if Mike liked them so much.

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After school, Jim and Hopper were in the living room, taking some planks out of a box when Dustin, Mike, Lucas, and Will all walked in without even knocking.

"Hello children who don't live here", Jim greeted.

"Where's El? Didn't she walk home with you guys?", Steve asked.

"No, she said she was gonna stop by the mall before coming back", Dustin said as he made himself comfortable on the couch.

"What are you guys doing?", Mike asked.

"Putting together a shelf", Steve answered as he removed the last piece from the box.

Will's eyes narrowed a bit. "Is this because of what my mom said?"

"No/Yes", Jim and Steve both answered at the same time.

"Little Miss Byers seems to think I can't put together a shelf as good as this Bob guy", Jim said, basically contradicting himself.

"It is a pretty nice shelf", Will said. "Now Jonathan had a place for his camera stuff."

"Yeah, well I can beat that", Jim said.

"I don't know", Steve took out the instructions and began looking through it. "This looks...not easy. Where'd you get this thing?"

"New place. Ikea", Jim said as he grabbed one piece. "It's a shelf. I don't need instructions. Just hand me that other piece."

Steve did as he was told and Jim started to hammer away at the shelf parts.

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Meanwhile, El was by the kiosk again, looking at the different selection of rubber bracelets. Not only were there several colors, but many of them combined colors. She wondered what Mike liked other than green. Maybe he'd like blue? Or yellow?

"Please tell me you're not thinking about which one Mike would like", Max said, arms crossed.

"What if I am?"

"He's a boy. And boys don't notice when girls do things for them."

El's face screwed in thought. "Like that time you wore your hair in a ponytail and Lucas didn't say anything?"

"Exactly! I spent like ten minutes getting it just right only for him to not notice! I was in the bathroom forever!"

"10 minutes is forever?"

"It's long enough. And too long for a guy who doesn't notice details. Like Mike."

"Mike noticed today though. Maybe he'll notice a new one. And maybe bracelets can be my thing."

"They most certainly can", said the employee, waiting for the right moment to strike. "These kinds of bracelets can make a statement. But if you want something more versatile..."

Some time later, El came through the door, five bracelets on each wrist and a suspiciously large plastic bag in her hand. All eyes turned towards her.

"...Whatcha got there?", Steve asked.

"Just some...stuff. Whatcha got there?", she gestured to whatever Steve and Jim were doing.

"Building a shelf!", Jim shouted from underneath a pile of shelf pieces.

"You know, eventually", Steve added.

"Why are you guys here?", El asked the boys.

"Enjoying the show", Lucas answered.

"Also, we agreed to hang here after school", Dustin said.

Will nodded. "Yeah what took you so long?"

"I was getting more bracelets."

"Well, we gotta be getting home now", Mike said. "Good luck with the shelf?"

"I don't need luck I'm an expert craftsman", Jim said.

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The next morning, El jingled down the stairs, having evolved from rubber bracelets to beaded ones with charms.

"When Hopper said he needed to put a bell on you, I don't think that's what he meant", Steve said, already in the kitchen getting breakfast together.

"Where is he anyway?", El asked.

Steve pointed through the entryway towards the living room. El poked her head out and saw Jim sitting in his chair, staring pensively at an indescribable arrangement of wood that was supposed to be a shelf. El quietly went back into the kitchen.

"When did he get up?", she whispered.

"I don't think he went to sleep last night", Steve confessed.

El mouthed 'wow' and Steve nodded.

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Steve was in the middle of ringing up a customer while Robin restocked the candy.

"Okay, I've see another bag of Skittles I'm gonna puke the rainbow. Your turn to restock the shelves", she said.

"If I see another shelf I'm gonna puke. And it's not gonna be rainbows", Steve said.

"Your dad still hasn't finished the one he started. Hasn't it been days?"

Like on cue, the phone for the gas station rang. Steve answered it.

"Steve? Come home, I've had a breakthrough. But I need four hands for this."

Steve let out a sigh. "Four whole hands?"

"Today is the day this gets finished. I can feel it."

Jim hung up and Steve pinched the bridge of his nose as Robin walked over to the register.

"Uh, hey, isn't that your sister and her friends?"

Steve looked up to see El walking in the direction of home with another heavy looking back, bracelets up to her forearms and a few on her ankles as well. And if his eyes were deceiving him, some threaded friendship bracelets held her hair up. Steve held up a finger.

"One family member break down at a time."

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Steve was aching and tired and Jim was sweating and the shelf was nowhere near being done.

"What are we even building anymore? A bedframe? A tv stand? I can't remember."

"It's a shelf and it's getting done whether it likes it or not", Jim said, holding his hammer threateningly at the object.

"You guys are obsessed", El said from the couch. The bracelets now went up to her elbows, up her calves, and there were even some tied to her belt. Rubber, beaded, threaded, charms and all.

"El...has anyone told you about your bracelets?", Steve asked.

"Mike said he liked my green one."

"Which one?", Jim asked, looking at her like it was his first time seeing her.

"Ummm, it'sss...it's around here somewhere", El said as she looked up and down her arms, moving other bracelets out of the way.

"I think you could stand to lose a few", Steve said.

"But bracelets are my thing!"

"Is not-standing your thing too?", Jim asked.

"I can stand!" El suddenly got to her feet but with her equilibrium off, she teetered before falling back onto the couch. "Well! Can you stand? You've been up for nights trying to build that thing."

Jim immediately shot up to his feet only to just as immediately fall face first onto the ground.

"Steve?"

"Yeah, Hop?"

"I'm callin' it quits with this shelf."

"Okay."

"Steve?"

"Yeah, El?"

"I think I should call it quits with these bracelets."

"Okay."

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"You don't need to ask Mr. Bob to fix it", Jonathan said as he snapped pictures of the mess of pieces. "It's actually a pretty good commentary about progress at the expense of tradition."

"Uh, yeah. Either way, make sure he makes it over here. I want a shelf. Not art", Jim said, swirling his coffee around. "What's happening out there?", he asked, gesturing to the backyard.

"A holy ceremony", Jonathan said cryptically.

All of the kids stood around El and Erica Sinclair.

Lucas stood as an officiator. "Do you, El Hopper, agree to relinquish all ownership over these accessories and transfer all titles?"

"I do", El said.

"And do you, Erica Sinclair, promise to care for these bracelets, so long as they are in your possession?"

"I do", Erica replied.

"Then let the transfer be done", Lucas ordered.

El and Erica shook hands. Then El slid all the bracelets on that arm onto Erica's. She did the same to the other arm. And then pushed a cardboard box with the rest towards her.

"What're you even gonna do with all those?", Dustin asked.

"Turn a profit", Erica said as she picked up the box. "Girl scouts go crazy for these things."

Episode 4

#apo writes #stranger things #fanfiction #jim hopper #el hopper #steve harrington #happy father's day

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Secret Secret pt2

Lee Know x male reader

SUMMARY: Part 2 is ‘you’re a secret and you’re sick of it’ Part 1 was ‘you’re a secret’ and I’m sure you can guess what part 3 will be! If you can't, you’ll have to wait until that’s posted! (Uh I got lazy so this is part 2 and 3 lolll, part 3 is ‘you’re a secret no more')

ADDITIONAL INFORMATION: M/n is a very famous and well-known gamer and content creator. Idol Stray Kids still. M/n has braces but if you don’t you can just skip that part and imagine the hair as something else as well. I tried to keep it generally plain tho so you could more imagine yourself.

AUTHORS NOTE: This is part 2 (and 3 lol) of this 3-part series! part 2 already ommmggg time flies lol, I’m looking forward but not looking forward to writing this! This one is more angsty than the first part but not by that much cause writing angst hurts me and because I used to be forced to do it so much with a certain ex-friend of mine it’s become something I avoid. It is slightly sad though! There is arguing! I repeat there is arguing.

WARNINGS: arguing, angstish ig, jealousy from the reader, insecure thoughts, idol AU, famous gamer reader. Slight ooc Lee Know? Idk I don’t write for him a lot or imagine for him a lot so I don’t think I capture his attitude and his demeanor correctly-

FEMALE ALIGNED PLEASE DNI <3

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*2 Months after the conversation with Lee Know*

M/n was chilling on stream yet again but this time he was just talking and chilling with fans while drawing new chapters for his webcomic. It was actually a pretty good stream, M/n was in a good mood, the comic was coming along nicely with no issues in the design and the questions people were asking weren't all that bad until they were. ‘So, M/n how’s you and the boyfie doing’ One of the comments was read aloud to him by the computer. “Hm? Oh! We’re doing great! I absolutely love being in this relationship and I’m much happier than the last one I was in. He is such a sweet and amazing guy. I can’t believe it’s getting to almost 2 years together” M/n smiled looking up for a second.

‘That’s good, we’re glad you’re happy again M/n!’ ‘We finally have our happy boy back!’ ‘It’s been almost 2 years when are we going to know who’s the idol boyfriend’

M/n looks up, “Now you guys know I can’t do that. He’s an idol and they have dating bans and stuff. It wouldn’t be okay to announce we’re dating let alone that he’s dating some twitch streamer like me.”

‘It’s okay M/nnie! It’s enough to know he exists!’ ‘Or maybe he doesn’t and this whole thing has been a lie’ ‘well it can’t be a lie cause we’ve seen him pop in sometimes, wearing a hoodie and a mask but he comes in and gives M/n a kiss before leaving!’ ‘Yeah, and even so we believe and trust M/n!’

M/n smiles giggling, happy that his fans believe and trust him. He ignores the few haters. “Honestly if it was up to me, I would've told you guys by now! But it’s not and I’m more than happy just me and a few friends knowing!” He goes back to drawing and the subject seems to change back to randomness. An hour and a half later he decided to end his live because his hand is getting pretty tired. “Alright guys, that's all from me. I promise that the normal gaming live will happen next week! There’s a poll up on what game I should play and I might pick a few of you to play with me! I haven’t done that in a while lol. But this is me and my hurting hand signing off! BYEEEEEE”

After shutting everything off and reuploading it so people who missed it can rewatch, he goes to his living room to watch tv and FaceTime his best friend. He grabs his MacBook and after a few rings AJ finally answers and he sees him still in his training clothes which means he just got back to his dorm. “M/n! Hey dude!” M/ns energetic best friend said once he saw his face. “Hey AJ how was training?” M/n laughed seeing AJs face turn up at the thought of training. AJ puts his phone down to change into comfier clothes while talking.

“Omg dude, training was literally the hardest today out of any other day. Dance wasn’t bad, and vocal practice wasn’t either. But rap class kind of kicked my ass and weird classes like selfie class and walking class because apparently there’s something wrong with my walk! ALSO, this stylist for one of the other groups said that I should consider cutting my hair because it’s ‘too long’ and ‘no one would know how to take care of your foreign hair’!” M/n was lowkey offended for his friend.

Anyone who knows AJ knows that the curls in his hair that come from his mom's Hispanic side and not his dad's Korean side are his pride and one of the only things that keep him tied to home while he’s here in Korea. “What? Did she actually say that?” “Yeah, she did! And honestly, I don’t know if you’ve seen Bang Chan's curls before the stylist got a hold of them but I am NOT risking that happening to my hair. That’s a walking nightmare. Also, when my hair is straight it’s not that much longer than Hyunjin’s was before they recently cut it!” M/n just shook his head, “Honestly just continue to do your hair by yourself, you do great and if you have any complications then you can call your mom!” “You right you right!”

They talked for a while and played some games together before they were just lying there doing separate things and talking after AJ had switched the call to his laptop. “Oh, dude did you see the new article?” AJ said looking up from his phone to his computer where the call was set up. “No? What’s it about.” M/n looked up suddenly interested. “It’s about Lee know. People are suspecting that he’s in a relationship. I’ll send it to you” “Alright”

He got the link and the article said:

Stray Kids' dancer Lee Know is in a relationship?!

Recently it’s been suspected that the said dancer is in a relationship. He’s often not in the dorm when members have done vlives at night. In behind-the-scenes videos, you can see him smiling at his phone and texting someone. His and Han's friendship has seemed to get a little less touchy-feely but still the best of friends. Also, when he shows his Home Screen it’s a picture of him and a shorter/taller man hugging! It has been semi-confirmed that it can’t be one of the other members because the hair nor body type match….

It continues but M/n stops reading. “Why should I be worried about this? It’s not like they’re actually going to find out about me or he would even tell them.” He chuckles bitterly. “Yeah, but there is this really stuck-up trainee in the same class as me who is swearing that he’s the one dating Lee Know. I know that’s not true and so does Stray kids and Miyeon (female best friend) but others don’t. He doesn’t even look anything like you or the picture Minho has as his Lock Screen but everyone is starting to believe him.” M/n doesn’t know how to feel hearing this.

“You and him need to do something about this. Talk about it. I think it’s time to let people know. I know he’s an idol and shit but his dating ban has been lifted, and JYP PDnim has started not caring if we are public with our relationships (at least in this universe 🤪), plus you guys have been dating for 2 years. I don’t think keeping you in the dark like this is fair. To have to deal with other people claiming to be dating him, and for you to have to deal with the constant hate you get for having an idol boyfriend but not saying the name. You’ve respected him and his feelings through all of this, but I think now it’s time for you to tell him how you feel.”

M/n listens and thinks about what his best friend has told him. “But what if he doesn’t agree? What if he doesn’t want to be public? I mean he’s an idol and being with me publicly could ruin everything he’s working for.” AJ tsked, “Yeah but you have to consider your feelings. It’s been 2 years, I know you would like to be able to spend time and actually go on dates together. I can’t keep watching you put yourself and your own feelings on the back burner for him. At least just think about bringing it up dude, I've got to go now. I have early training in the morning” M/n nods. “Alright, night AJ. Tell Miyeon I said goodnight as well!” “I will, bye bro”

After AJ hung up M/n really got to thinking and maybe he should bring it up. In the end M/n ended up not bringing it up to Minho. They haven’t been able to see each other in a while with all the stuff happening in Minho's schedule recently so they never gave a time to talk about it. Plus, M/n just didn’t want to start an argument about it when he knew it would just end with the same result and his feelings getting pushed back. But the topic always stayed in his mind.

A week and a half later and the situation have blown up. The article continued, more came after. And soon the Trainee that was claiming to be Lee Knows boyfriend was pretty much everywhere. People were asking him questions, he was answering with fake texts between them, edited pictures, etc. Nothing was heard from Lee Know or JYP though and M/n was starting to get sick of it. It was like everywhere he turned was another fake post about this dude and Lee know. Honestly, he was pissed. Not being able to see his boyfriend, this dude claiming to be dating HIS boyfriend and JYP and Lee know himself weren't talking about it.

This day in particular he had finally had enough. His ‘fans’ were making tweets saying how it was understandable that the trainee was dating Lee know but it’s kind of suspicious that M/n claims to be dating an idol but couldn’t talk about it like Dal (the trainee) could. There were a good 30% of his fans though that didn’t believe that Dal was dating Lee Know because to them it just didn’t make sense and would actually make more sense if M/n was the one dating him which made him feel slightly better. All in all, M/n was pretty much fed up with this. He texted AJ to go ahead and talk to JYP about the situation and article, to which the best friend was more than happy to. He even made a slide show for it, that fact made M/n laugh.

AJ had brought the situation up to his CEO and was in the middle of talking to him about it when Lee Know texted M/n.

Lee doesn’t seem to know 🙄

Hey baby, how’s your day been?

If M/n was pissed before he’s livid now. How’s his day been? They haven’t had an actual conversation in weeks and the first conversation that he started was ‘How’s your day been?’… M/n has thrown all previous feelings of not wanting to cause an argument out the window.

My prince 👑💙

It hasn’t been good, Minho

They haven’t been good for the past few weeks.

Lee doesn’t seem to know 🙄

Minho? No baby?

What’s wrong?

My prince 👑💙

Hm, I don’t know. Why don’t you ask that bitch Dal what’s wrong.

Lee doesn’t seem to know 🙄

Dal? Dal who?

My prince 👑💙

The fucking trainee that’s been claiming to be dating you for the past idk 2 weeks.

Now a little part of M/n was starting to feel bad for coming off in such a harsh way instead of actually talking and having a conversation about this, and maybe he was being a little petty by changing his boyfriend's contact name last week. But there was the bigger part of him that was so tired of dealing with this bullshit. He’s bottled up these feelings for weeks and months and now they’re finally being set free.

Lee doesn’t seem to know 🙄

What are you talking about? I don’t even hang out with him.

I’ve had like 2 conversations total with him.

My prince 👑💙

Well, those 2 conversations clearly seemed to be enough for him to say you’re dating.

Clearly it was enough motivation to make fake texts and edited photos of you together.

Lee doesn’t seem to know 🙄

Where are these so-called texts and photos and why haven’t I seen them?

I’m sure all of this will just blow over anyway it’s not like I’m actually dating him, I’m dating you!

My prince 👑💙

But nobody knows that.

I’m tired of this secret stuff Minho.

It’s been 2 years. This has been going on for weeks now. How can you say it’ll just blow over.

Lee doesn’t seem to know 🙄

I honestly haven’t seen anything or heard anything about it this whole time! Baby you have to believe me

Send it to me.

My prince 👑💙

A part of me just can’t seem to believe you have seen it at all but I’ll send it to you.

sends multiple links to articles and TikTok's on the situation

It takes about 30 to 45 minutes for Lee Know to get through all the links and process the information. In that time M/n still hadn’t calmed down. The part of him that felt bad wanted to cry and apologize and just be held by his boyfriend, but he was too clouded by all the emotions that he had held back finally coming out. After those 45 minutes Lee Know was on a mission to put this all to rest and finally come clean, he texted Him back but M/n didn’t see it. He had put his phone on Do not disturb and was set on ignoring him because he took too long to respond.

Lee doesn’t seem to know 🙄

Give me a moment love, I’ll have everything explained I promise

My prince 👑💙 has notifications silenced

While M/n was locked in his room eating ice cream and watching his comfort show after he cried. Lee Know, AJ and JYP were setting up a last second thrown together live interview set up in one of the company's conference rooms. After getting one of the radio hosts under JYPE, Chase, who hosts Idol on Air and setting everything up, AJ’s job was to get M/n to watch it. AJ took off running to his car and speeding to M/n’s apartment, texting Minho when he got there. He unlocked the door with the spare key his best friend had given him a while ago. He quickly made a beeline straight to M/n's bedroom, shutting the door, sitting his best friend up and grabbing the remote and turning.

“Hey, what the fuck! I was watching that!” M/n said confused and upset that his friend ruined his pity party. “There’s something way more important that you need to see” M/n pouted and watched as AJ quickly turned to where the interview was being broadcasted. He was quite confused when he saw his boyfriend on the live show that was clearly thrown together and not planned. ‘Maybe this is why he wasn’t responding- I feel so bad now. What is he even planning to talk about?’ M/n turned to AJ, “dude what is-?” “SHHHHH”, AJ cut him off, “it’s starting!”

“And we are on! Hello and welcome to Idol on Air! I’m your host Chase and as always, it’s a pleasure to be here with you guys. Today we have Mr. Lee Know of Stray Kids with us!” Minho waves “hello”

M/n looks at AJ unimpressed, “what does any of this have to do with me?” “You’ll see in a second just shut up and watch” AJ points back at the screen.

“Today we will be talking about a topic that has been the biggest revolving said dancer and the JYPE trainee, Dal.” Chase said, looking back at the camera.

Now that sparked M/n’s interest and made him pay attention.

“As it seems, the trainee, Dal has been spreading and trending everywhere claiming that he is in fact dating Lee Know. This started when a big article speculated that the idol was in a relationship. These are the posts and quote on quote evidence given from Dal.” Multiple Instagram posts, tweets, and photos were shown on the screen and on one of the TVs behind the camera for JYP, Chase, Lee Know and the rest of the staff to see. “We are here today to debunk these rumors and fake posts”

M/n stares wide eyed at the screen slowly processing what was happening and what it meant.

Chase turns to Lee know, “Now I’ll let the man himself speak. Lee Know, are you dating the trainee Dal?” He sat up taller and looked dead at the camera before responding. “No, I am not. I have only had 2 conversations with him in total since he became a trainee here.” “Tell us more.” Lee Know smirked, “Gladly. The texts are fake for I don’t even have his number or social media nor do I have a personal Instagram at all let alone the one shown in the photos. All of the photos of us together are edited. I’ve only taken one photo with him and it is this one.”

A picture of them in one of the practice rooms was shown. Lee Know and Dal are posing but to M/n it looks slightly off. He knows his boyfriend and that’s not the way he usually takes photos with someone who isn’t his members or friends.

“Only this isn’t the actual photo. This is.” A different photo was shown, it was in the same room and they had the same clothes on but there were more people in the room and now M/n understood why it looked so off to him. The original picture was of Lee Know and Felix in a practice room with Dal and 3 other trainees clearly having just got done practicing. There were two trainees on the other side of Minho, then him with Felix being right beside him and Dal along with the other trainee on the other side of Felix. “This day me and Felix, along with Hyunjin who wasn’t there the whole time, had offered to help some trainees with their dancing and took a picture at the end.”

“Everything that was said about me dating Dal was indeed false. We aren’t even friends let alone dating. I don’t know where he got the idea that we were or why he came up with this idea to fake like he was dating me. I knew nothing of this situation until today and I’m putting it to rest immediately” He nodded before turning back to Chase. “Well now we have that settled and put to rest. Lee Know and Dal are in fact not dating and everything the said trainee has said has been false. I do have one question though. Are you dating someone?”

M/n held his breath awaiting his boyfriend's response. He knew this would be when he’d say no, he wasn’t and they’d go back to being a secret and no one knowing that the idol was indeed taken. He was upset knowing that he’d never get to be public about his relationship with Minho. But a very small part of him held hope that he would say he was, although it was unlikely, he subconsciously hoped for it. AJ just smirked and watched his brilliant plan unfold, ignoring the curious gaze from his friend beside him.

“Actually, yeah I am dating someone, and he is the most amazing thing that has ever happened to me.” The look on the idol's face when he was saying this was one of pure love and happiness. You could tell that he was being genuinely serious about what he said. “Oooo? Who’s the lucky guy?” Chase said, looking at Lee Know waiting for him to spill the tea. “His name is M/n! He’s a popular twitch streamer. We’ve been dating for a while now; I love him so much.”

M/n was about ready to start crying when he confirmed he saw taken but he definitely started crying when his boyfriend not only said to the world, they were dating but also mentioned him even if he didn't have to. The hate that he was getting would finally stop. He could finally be open and talk about his relationship. He didn't have any other thoughts in his head other than to immediately get to his boyfriend and kiss him silly.

Some more things were said before they closed up the interview but M/n was no longer interested instead he was hurriedly putting his shoes on, dressed in some shorts and one of Lee Knows hoodies that he had left. He forced AJ up and ushered him to the front door ordering him to drive them to the company, not without complaints from the Hispanic about him being comfortable. By the time they got to the company, the interview was just finishing up. M/n sped into the building as soon as they were parked, with AJ rushing behind him. He had to eventually wait for his best friend because despite how many times he had been to the building he didn’t know where he was going. When he finally got to the room where Lee Know was, he throws all rational thinking to the side and the second Lee Know walked out he jumped on him wrapping his arms and legs around him like a koala making the dancer hurry and support him with his arms under M/n's butt.

“Omg, I love you so much! I love you I love you I love you!” M/n says with his face hidden in his boyfriend's shoulder starting to tear up again. AJ and the staff members had gone about their business putting things away and doing whatever they had to do, to give the newly public couple some privacy. Lee Know walked into the room that was right beside them and sat in the chair with M/n still in his arms. “I love you too, I’m sorry it took all of this for me to finally do this love.” he kissed the top of the love of his life's head holding him tighter. M/n looked up at him with the biggest smile Minho had seen in weeks, “No it’s okay! The fact that you not only said we were in a relationship but said it was me and confessed your love for me on live where people everywhere can see made up for how long it took!” Before Minho could say anything unless M/n had grabbed his face and kissed him. After the initial kiss, he left a ton of kisses all around the dancer's face smiling brightly. Looking at the smile on his boyfriend's face, all the doubts Minho had in his mind about how his lover was feeling washed away and he knew they would be okay. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Authors Note: So I combined the last 2 parts into one because A) I really didnt want to write 2 more parts B) My friend who was Beta reading thought it would be better in just one part and C) if it had been three parts I don't think part 3 would have been too long- but anyways I hope you liked it and im sorry this took me so long to write I was struggling to think of new stuff plus writing my book and school and work all on top XD but its finally out now even if it is awhile after I said it would've been posted. (Lmaooo this has been ready since Sept 11 and I’m just now posting it- sorry)

#stinky stinky fic #stray kids #kpop idol #i love stray kids #stray kids x male #x male reader #female aligned dni #lee know x male reader #lee know #pls dont let this flop #lee know x male #lee know x reader #skz x reader #skz lee minho #i tried my hardest

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