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well-its-not-human-anymore · 3 years

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Hi Hi!!!! So I've been following your account for a little while now and I love every single comedy bomb you drop on what you write so I was wondering....

How would the boys react to their S/O who is usually reserved when at the lair, doing a full 180 when at April's? Like they could be April's roommate or something?....

Like crackhead energy, dishing out memes and vines and literally having a duel with Casey about leftovers in the fridge?... Yeah I know it's very specific 💀

I don't know.....the idea just popped into my head but I lack the creativity and comedy skills for that...so I was wondering if you could do something with this?.....

It's totally fine, if not 😁😁

This is... 100% me. I love this and I'm gonna pour my soul into it. Also I have started mentally referring to these as comedy bombs and I refuse to stop.

Also, I hope you don't mind that I wrote these in oneshot form instead of bullet points. It just made more sense for my brain.

TMNT Oneshots

The boys with a partner whose reserved at the lair but an absolute crack gremlin at home 🤣

Donatello

Donnie may have been a man of science, all logic and facts and numbers and things. But he absolutely believed that everyone had three separate faces, you were direct proof of that theory. While the purple terrapin had known you for nearly a year you’d only started dating a month ago and it shocked him that he was still uncovering new things about you. He loved it, sure, but it had a tendency to give him figurative whiplash.

He’d always known you to be calm and collected, maybe even a bit shy. He swore you’d explode if more than one person tried to talk to you at the same time. So it wasn’t an over exaggeration for him to say that your behavior at home nearly made him break his neck.

He was only there to help April fix a bug in her laptop and to confirm your next date, he was excited to see you since you’d had no contact in person for a week because of your schedules. Just lots of phone calls and exchanged text messages. You both missed each other like crazy and your roommate had neglected to inform you that your boyfriend was coming over.

Hers was already there and he was driving you up the wall, you’d never actually thought about committing a murder but Casey was pushing you very close to the edge of snapping. And he might as well have crane-kicked you off your cliff of patience and into the rushing river of “you little fucking shit I’m gonna piss on your grave” below. You hadn’t even heard Donnie come in through the window much less his conversation with April over her computer.

All you knew was that Casey had come parading into your room like a tyrant eating the leftovers in the fridge that you had specifically put your name on. That did it. Your eyes had skimmed over the top of your textbook to meet the asshole in front of you.

“Casey?”

He couldn’t speak through the mouthful he was trying to chew and grunted in pathetic response.

“Is that my cheeseburger?”

You’d never seen a living person imitate a pug’s facial structure so well, the man’s eyes bugged out of his head and he tossed the takeout box on your desk before turning and bolting out of your room. You followed about two steps behind with a bottle of shampoo in your hand. No, you weren’t entirely sure where you’d grabbed it from, all you knew was that it was your weapon. And it quickly became a very messy problem when it missed your target (Casey’s head) and slammed into the wall, exploding on impact.

You didn’t think you’d thrown it that hard.

“April April help help help helpppppppppppppp-'' The two on the couch had looked up during the chase throughout the apartment, Donnie was mostly curious at what Casey was screaming about. Not a lot usually made the guy make that noise. He was then distracted by April grabbing the laptop and passing it to him, she then clambered over his legs to sit behind him.

“YOU UGLY ASS CROISSANT! FUCKING PANINI HEAD- IT HAD MY NAME ON IT YOU DAFT AVACADO!”

Your boyfriend almost went vertical upon watching you tackle Casey to the floor and knee him in the groin. You shook the terrified man under you and slammed him a little harder into the rug.

“Touch my shit again and I’m gonna make the beaches of Normandy look like a goddamn family vacation.”

Then you climbed off of him and stood, brushing your disheveled t-shirt off with a huff. Donnie caught your attention and you raised your head to grin excitedly at him.

“Hi Dove! April didn’t tell me you were coming over,” you practically skipped over to the couch to peck him on the cheek, “I missed ya, are we still on for Saturday?”

He nodded in complete shock, his gaze flitting from you to Casey, who was still wheezing on the floor and clutching his dick.

“Uhhh yeah! Yeah, yep, Still good for Saturday. Uhm, completely unrelated question, where the hell did you learn to grapple like that?”

You shrugged absentmindedly, already walking to the hall closet to grab cleaning supplies for the puddle of shampoo in the walkway.

“Just kinda picked it up I guess? I’ve watched you guys train enough.”

Leonardo

See, Leo had always known that you were hiding something from him. Be it your true personality or some deep dark secret. He wasn’t really in a rush to find out, you’d tell him when you were ready. The leader enjoyed your quiet disposition anyways, you gave good advice and liked to meditate with him, what more could he ask for? What more could he want?

Well, maybe if you got along better with his family, although he supposed that wasn’t your fault, you always had been a bit shy. Even six months into your relationship with him, Leo only hoped that you’d warm up to his brothers eventually. You seemed to do alright with Splinter, that was a plus for the situation. It wasn’t that you were mean or impolite to the others, you were just… avoidant. Distant, quiet, whatever word you wanted to use. You just didn’t seem comfortable at the lair.

He was excited that April had asked to host a game night though, maybe you’d come out of your shell (haha, see what I did there?) and socialize, even for a little bit. They’d all shown up a few minutes early to make sure April didn’t need help with anything, she’d assured them that everything was handled and made sure to inform Leo that you would be back shortly with Casey from your snack run. Mikey had joked that you’d ditched the get together to avoid them but they all knew it ran the possibility of not being a joke.

You unlocked the door and held it open so Casey could get inside without tripping himself before entering yourself and kicking your shoes off. Leo looked up to meet your eyes and you sent him a wild grin, your entire face lit up with amusement.

“Hi babes! Are you ready to get your ass kicked at Monopoly?”

All the poor turtle could do was nod.

“Good. I did grab drinks by the way, April there should be a mixer in the cooler bag, Donnie there’s some of that lemon lime stuff that you said you wanted to try, Mikey, orange crush as usual, Raph I tried to go for Dr. Pepper but they were out so I figured that root beer was a safe second. And Leo they had a new boba flavor that you haven’t had yet so I grabbed one. If you don’t like it then you can have mine, I just have the peach royal.”

Beverages were tossed and they were lucky that their surprise didn’t throw off their catching skills. You and April shared a quick word in the kitchen as you took your coat off and ran a hand through your hair.

After some arguments team captains were decided and Donnie nearly had a heart attack when you picked him instead of Leo or either of your friends. He even went so far as to point at himself to make sure you weren’t joking. You declared that while you loved your boyfriend his morals were too strong to be competitive, Donnie’s were not, he said so himself.

They were all surprised that you’d remembered that conversation.

It wasn’t until halfway through the game that things started getting heated, you and Mikey were nearly jumping across the table at each other. And it visibly took all of your strength to not burst out laughing when he started yelling.

"YOU KNOW WHAT? THIS IS CHEATING! YOU'RE CHEATING! GET ON TOP OF THE FRIDGE!"

April and Casey were snorting into their arms as you got to your feet and walked towards the kitchen, making a poor attempt at climbing the appliance.

"THIS HOUSE IS A FUCKING NIGHTMARE!"

Raphael

Raph had always been under the impression that you were never really 100% yourself around him, he knew for a fact that you weren’t when you stayed over. He’d never seen someone so aggressively avoid someone, except himself of course. You were his partner of almost a year and it seemed like you were never going to let your true self shine. However you did seem to lighten up when you were alone with him, he supposed that was normal, but you may as well have been a pair of old earbuds that only work when you held them a certain way at the lair.

He honestly hadn’t expected that to change tonight, not given the text that Casey had sent him informing him of April’s recent breakup with whatever guy she’d been dating. So when he climbed in through the window and saw both you and Casey sitting on the floor in front of the bathroom he really didn’t think that the words out of your mouth would be-

“April you’ve got another twenty minutes of this then I’m ripping the door off the hinges!”

Casey shot you a look and you shrugged nonchalantly before getting to your feet and walking over to your confused boyfriend.

“Hey, sorry about this. Casey only texted you as a last resort if he needed someone to stop me from tearing the door off.”

Raph found that peculiar, “Uh, couldn’t he do it himself?”

The man in question looked up from his spot on the floor.

“Nah dude, they’re crazy. Last time I tried stopping them from doing something they nearly knocked my damn tooth out while screaming, and I quote, “If you put your hands on me I’m gonna fucking rip your face off” and quite frankly I don’t have the balls to test that.”

“No no dude, that’s valid. I wouldn’t either. Babe, why are you so-”

You raised an eyebrow at him over a glass of water, “Violent? I’m not Raph. These two just have little bitch feelings.”

He found it hard not to laugh at that and fifteen minutes later when you left his side to approach the door again it sent him reeling.

“This shit’s temporary April. You’ve got nice teeth and a fat ass, stuff your feelings down!”

Michelangelo

There would never be a time where Mikey wasn’t a prankster with you, it was just simply non-negotiable. You were cool with that and he was aware, he was also aware that no pranks were to be pulled at the lair. So he’d reign it in while you visited, just for a short while. But you’d never said anything about the apartment and Mikey was a creature of opportunity.

Unfortunately Leo talked him out of it and forced him not to pull anything while they visited. The leader was already on edge so when he walked in with the others following closely behind you were the first person to see him. Your eyes caught Mikey’s instantly and you might as well have been telepathic at that moment. But you took one look at Leo’s solid, angry face and seized your moment.

They weren’t at all ready for the scream.

“GET YOUR FUCKIN’ DOG BITCH!”

And they also weren’t ready for Mikey’s response of, “It don’t bite.”

And Leo was not ready for the pillow that got whipped at his face at incredibly high speed.

“YES IT DO-”

So when Leo finally realized that they were yelling at him his mood did not improve at all and in fact declined sharply into a pit of “oh fuck”. And that was how you ended up on Mikey’s shoulder getting dragged away from any sort of repercussion for your actions.

These got a little short near the end but I hope you like 'em and I hope I was able to capture what you had in mind! 😁

-Mars 🌠

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1994sunflower · 3 years

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You mentioned that sometimes Michael and Y/N would get sexual during zoom classes. Could you maybe write about one of those times?

this was just....so hot I-

in which michael distracts you during zoom class

It wasn’t something that was easy to get used to. Even months into the new reality. Because still, having your computer in front of you with several little boxes that held your classmates and professors with your notes in your lap as you sat on the couch, felt strange. Especially when, not being in the usual classroom, left you feeling a little less like you were learning something in class and more like you were watching a video with little motivation and the little attention span needed for it.

Michael’s presence wasn’t exactly helping your attention to stay on class either. Especially when he had you situated comfortably in his lap. You loved being so close to him and while at any other time you would be enjoying the feeling, melting back into his chest, you couldn’t right then as you moved your pencil to what your professor was saying. No matter how much you wanted to.

Your classmates could see the dangerous man behind you though you couldn’t be sure how many of the wide eyes, pointed fingers and gossiping moving lips were due to them watching your screen and recognizing the big body you were sitting on or the intricate tattoos of the arm that was in frame, wrapped around your body.

Shocked at who they were actually seeing in their class, being so passive and seeming so normal, with you being in his arms without looking the least bit scared or intimidated. Almost looking happy and accustomed to this side of him. Shockingly distant from the cruel and aggressive man they knew him to really be. Only half of him was visible, the other half just out of frame so they couldn’t see his face in its entirety. Just the recognizable stoic expression as he looked blankly at his phone or at you, fingers trailing your skin absentmindedly, while you listened to class.

Or maybe it wasn’t recognition at all and it was only acknowledging just how jarring it was to see your little body so completely eclipsed by the figure behind you.

It was the same reactions it was since the beginning of virtual learning. Ever since you and Michael were provided your first opportunity to feel like you were actually living together, alone, as a couple. Sure you had practically lived at his house for years but it was never anything official. You had your clothes there, a toothbrush, essentials and you nearly always slept there. But you still had your apartment and you would go back at least once a week.

Now however, you were together 24/7 every day, for months on end. Where you saw each other from morning to night, yet never getting tired of each other. Feeling comfortable because it felt so natural. Even in the uncertainty that was the world, you felt safe in your bubble with him. It was new and it felt titillatingly like the start of a new life with him, one that could continue on even after everything went back to normal. A future, a family.

It always felt as comfortable and right as it did right then when he was right with you even as you listened to your class. The professor droned about the structure of proteins, chemical transportation. All things you were familiar with. But still, you listened with rapt interest, trying to get as much integrated into your permanent knowledge as possible. That’s why you didn’t think twice about Michael sitting up slightly, making you move with him. You didn’t even care when he put his hand on your inner thigh.

But, it was kind of hard to ignore when he leaned forward and kissed your lips. Your eyes widened and you gasped against his lips, eyes drawn away from the screen and to your boyfriend. You ended the kiss quickly, planning on going right back to paying attention but Michael pushed your chin towards him and sealed your lips again.

You mumbled against his lips in surprise, kissing back for just a moment. It was hard to deny him completely, especially when his lips felt so good on yours. Each second you slowly moved him out of the camera range, just so that if any wandering eyes landed on you, they’d just see your side profile. Nothing else. Maybe see your lips moving.

But eventually, you pushed against his chest and glanced back at the screen and, still on, camera. “Michael!” You chastised, but a small playful smile still playing on your lips.

You were blushing when you turned back to the screen, hoping no one had seen anything, too busy paying attention to the professor’s lecture. You should’ve turned off the camera for a second. And you were proven to be so right on that front.

Even when you were trying desperately to catch back up to what your professor was saying, scribbling down the key words you managed to hear, whatever had gotten into your boyfriend never let up. He had been so silent, in his own little world and paying little mind to what you were doing, but that was gone. Whatever it was, had him in no way content with not feeling you like he wanted in that moment.

The hand resting on your inner thigh trailed up your skin until it was completely under your the hem of his oversized t-shirt you were wearing. The feeling of his rough grip on your thighs to your pelvis had you straightening up, your breath caught in your throat. His hand spread your legs slightly, just enough for his hand to fit, with an expertise only he had with your body. One arm was around your waist, preventing you from getting up as he moved your thin panties to one side. His lips at your ear, the one outside of the camera range, mumbling how much he loved you wearing dresses that had such easy access, even when you have class at home.

You still dress up daily for your classes, because it would keep your productive. Obviously Michael appreciated it too, just for a different reason.

Everything was so sudden, abrupt. One second, he had been silently staring at his phone, lost in his own thoughts and the next his fingers were on your pussy. Regardless, as his pushed his middle fingers down your slit, he felt you start getting wetter, coating his digit.

Your grip on his wrist was tight, “Michael.” You said through clenched teeth. You didn’t want to alert anyone that something was going on that shouldn’t be. Your face never left the camera and you may still seem completely normal expression wise, but your breathing was shallow. And yet still, you did nothing to move his hand or close your legs.

Besides it wasn’t abrupt, not really. Not for Michael at least who for the past 20 minutes, since your class had started had nothing but you running through his mind. And it was your fault. You were the one that, as soon as you sat on his lap when class started, had kept wiggling your hips. Each time you tried to get more comfortable, or didn’t understand something so your entire body moved in frustration. Each slight movement went straight to his hard cock straining against his jeans. Granted, he was the one that had made you sit on him, preferring to feel you rather than to have you on the opposite side of the spacious couch. Worse that you did all this while wearing his shirt that was so long on you, it qualified as a dress with nothing but your panties on underneath.

It also didn’t help that he noticed the same reactions you did. How your classmates were surprised at how a good, shy girl in their class, a bright student, could be in his arms. And then the flashes in his mind, memories of how that same girl they were looking at was also the one he could absolutely break with his dick and begged for it. How he had ruined you, marking you permanently as his, and they had no idea.

Even when his fingers were stuffing themselves in your cunt just out of their view, thinking your face was just scrunched in confusion at the material, looking down at your notes instead of down at his tattooed fingers knuckles deep inside of you.

Your hold on your pencil was tight, trying to keep it from falling out of your grip. But writing was downright useless. You couldn’t keep it still for long enough to actually get a word out, but then again, it wasn’t as if you really heard anything your professor was saying anymore.

You chanced a glimpse of yourself on the screen and didn’t miss the flushed look on your face, the way your mouth was open in a silent moan. But you tried to school your features back to a normal expression. Which didn’t work, especially not when Michael began moving his fingers in and out of you in a vigorous pace, seemingly relishing in the filthy sounds of your wetness.

Hopefully, you could pass your gasp as nothing more than a yawn. Your hips bucked against his hand, from pure reflex. “M-Mikey.” Your strict voice turned out to sound much more breathy and whiny than you intended for it to sound.

“Pay attention to class, little one.” He observed you with cold eyes, almost cruel teasing eyes. You closed your eyes to prevent them from rolling back at the sound of that name you loved so much. But then you snapped them right back open, terrified at how your expression could be interpreted by others, if they so happened to look at your little box.

Michael watched your face through the screen with twisted interest. Loving the way you tried so desperately to appear concentrated in class but each second you would bite your lip, scrunch up your face, drop your mouth open, or even look away entirely when you couldn’t control your lewd expressions. It sent a jolt of pride through him to know he was the one that was making you so weak and uncontrollable.

Your handwriting in your notes, which you had already long abandoned earnestly, was squiggly and broken, the words having nothing to do with what your professor was actually going through. Your thoughts felt blurred as only deep pleasure registered. Your mind was hyper-fixated on each of Michael’s movements, all his touches on your skin. The way his long fingers reached so deeply inside of your clenching hole. His fingers were dripping with your wetness, down to his knuckles and palm. His pace was brutal and you already felt the coil in your tummy. Your movements as his fingers curled inside you were subtle and the small moans you allowed to slip from your only slightly open mouth were imperceptible to the camera, just like his your shirt being hiked up to your waist.

Sure, you’d done something similar with him before. But never this brazenly, watching yourself trying not to fall apart on the very same camera that everyone else could see. They saw you as a good, sweet student. Not like this, not this girl who was letting her big, mean, boyfriend use her body in front of her class. Both of you realized that, just how differently they viewed you. And Michael was just spurred on more by it.

His thumb came up to your clit and moved in circles on your sensitive nub of nerves and your nails digging into his arm was enough to let him know you were going to cum. You didn’t want to say it out loud, even if they couldn’t hear you, it’d be too humiliating. To see your mouth move to say those filthy words in front of everyone, the way you no doubt would be unable to stop moaning as soon as your mouth opened.

And when Michael took your cue, stopping you from getting to that point, and moved just enough, just subtly enough that it wasn’t picked up by the camera, to free his hard dick from his jeans, your fingers, shaky and curled up from the pleasure, moved as quickly as you could to turn off the camera.

They wouldn’t have seen anyway, they could only see to just above your waist. But you were sure Michael wouldn’t try to hide the way he bounced you on his cock. And you wouldn’t have been able to hide the way your face morphed into one of a loud, screaming, cock-hungry slut when he finally split you in half.

With the camera off, you finally had more freedom. Enough to finally be able to yell at him, but you didn’t. You couldn’t when all he did was chuckle meanly as he raised you by your hips easily. Just enough for him to align himself to your entrance and just enough from him to lower you down to impale himself in you.

“Oh my…fuck” You threw your head back, unable to do anything but that. He was so big. Your class was long forgotten, just a droning voice in the background. You didn’t care about the notes you were missing, about what you were supposed to be learning.

His hold on your hips never went away as he thrusted up into you, bouncing your body up and down as he did. You felt his muscles flex each time. He moved your little body almost effortlessly. His thrusts weren’t fast but they were deep and rough, his balls slapping against your skin.

Your gaze was on the screen as he did so, but any attempt at focus and attention was useless.

Beta sheets

Hemoglobin

Oxygen Affinity

It all meant nothing to you right then.

All at once, with your panties pushed to the side as he drove into you, groaning behind you, your small body felt so full of his girth. Your walls felt pushed apart and you felt him everywhere, especially in those crevices that he filled as if you were made to fit him. Each time he rubbed against your walls, you let out moans worthy for a porn shoot.

With your back to him, you were forced to do nothing but watch your professor still talking and all your classmates listening like you should be right then. But instead, you were watching it all happen while you bounced eagerly on your boyfriend’s cock.

“That’s right, clench around me just like that.” One of Michael’s hands pushed their way up his large shirt adorning your body from behind you and kneaded one of your tits. “You like this, don’t you?”

You tried shaking your head but there was no use in lying.

His other hand came to rub your clit as his thrusts sped up. You were crying out, letting him keep bouncing you with your legs holding you up with as much support as you could muster. Your legs were spread almost completely for him, though facing your computer, baring yourself to your entire class, giving them an undisrupted view of your completely filled cunt.

Leaning forward, you placed your hands on his clothed knees to support your hips riding him to take him in and out of you at a quicker pace. “Yes, yes, yes”

You were whining out for more, your head thrown back to rest against his shoulder, forgetting the way you had been so chastising with him for trying to pull this just a few minutes before. With the way you were moaning, relishing in the way you felt so full with his big dick and how each thrust hit stimulated your walls and pleasurable spots just right, you were surprised you heard it.

“Let’s see….Y/N! You seem a bit camera shy today. So, what do you think?” Your professor’s voice cut through the chorus of moans, skin slapping and grunts filling the room.

No. You gasped as you heard your name being called, stopping your movements on his lap immediately and cutting off your filthy whimpers and moans. Michael slowed down too, but you weren’t sure if it was equally surprise or if it was to hiss in pleasure when you accidentally clenched around him too hard from the surprise. But he didn’t stop. His thrusts never ceased rutting into you.

It wasn’t a big class so your professor sometimes did cold calls. No doubt you suddenly turning off your camera just put more attention on you. But you were filled with dread almost immediately at the circumstances. There couldn’t be a worse time, not when you were currently being railed by your boyfriend. You hadn’t even heard the question.

You were already thinking of how you could play it off as a microphone issue that prevented you from answering, how you would apologize after class that your computer was acting up and that’s why you ignored her question.

But before you could even wrap your frazzled find around those options, Michael had already reached out and unmuted you. He wasn’t helping you in the least and by his tightened grip on you, it was clear he didn’t want to.

It almost felt like your heart dropped down to your stomach. Your face was burning with the embarrassed blush adorning you. They still couldn’t see you but you felt exposed nonetheless.

“Be a good student, little one.” His voice was almost mocking. It was worse when you felt him start thrusting harder, just enough for them to be unable to hear but for you to really feel it. You wished you could glare at him right then, so he could see the deer-in-the-headlights look in your eyes. But if anything, that would’ve just turned him on even more.

“I-I’m sorry.” You managed to get out, your voice shaky. You closed your eyes and you weren’t sure if it was in mortification or in trying to control your sounds as the tip of Michael’s cock hit you just right. “Co…oh, Could you, um, repeat the question. Please?” You squeaked.

“Sure!” If your professor noticed anything, her chipper voice didn’t give anything away. Michael began bouncing you on his lap again, impaling you entirely each time he brought you back down on his dick and you were helpless to do anything except this time try to pay attention to the words coming out of your professor’s mouth as you rode your boyfriend’s big cock. Even when you were on top, he had completely control. “Based on protein function, why do you think Carbon Monoxide is so toxic for the human system?

You took a deep breath. You knew the answer. You knew that you did. It was something you’ve already been over, you had found so interesting you memorized it by heart. But yet, with your mind just blurred by not only the circumstances of what exactly was happening and just how good Michael was fucking you right then, you couldn’t think of the answer. It was evading you entirely, your brain just blank.

“Is it be-” You cut off abruptly from one of Michael’s especially hard thrust and by his tongue’s exploration of your neck, you were sure he did it on purpose. He was enjoying this. It was almost painful when Michael began rubbing your clit in fast circular rotations until he pinched it. To keep that silent, to open your mouth and force yourself to be silent even when a scream of ecstasy threatened to rip from you as you clenched around him.

Fuck. It was all you could do, to say it in your mind to prevent from screaming for him to fuck you harder out loud. You couldn’t get caught. “Because of inhibition? Competitive?”

You were babbling out breathy responses, unsure if they even made sense together. But you couldn’t stop yourself. You needed for this to be over, so you can finally mute yourself again. But it seemed the universe wasn’t on your side, even when Michael took your legs, bending them so you had no support for yourself. Instead, only he controlled the pace as he held you nearly midair as he drilled into you. And you forced down a scream. He was so strong.

“Not quite.” Your professor responded and you saw her frown, it was wrong. How much it looked like she was looking directly at the lewd sight in front of your computer even with knowing your camera was off. Thinking she was staring at you but really staring at your boyfriend fucking you raw. “That can be a reason but certainly not the main one. Do you want to try again?”

You were shaking your head even when you knew she couldn’t see you but nonetheless you tried again. Only because Michael’s grip on you and the way he was whispering nothing but curse words in your ear convinced you that he wanted you to. “Fuck….shit, yeah, be a good girl while you’re getting fucked.”

“Th-h-he, um, the” You only let out a breathy little moan before you slapped your hand over your mouth, closing your eyes in alarm. Michael had such control of your body, you couldn’t even stop the sounds escaping you.

“Are you okay?” Your professor asked and you felt just a little more mortified because of it.

“Yes!” Your answer was a bit too forced but you trudged on, just trying not to get caught. “Sor-rry I’m just not feeling well.” You took a deep breath, “Affiinity! It locks h-hemo-ah-globin in R or T state. I can’t actually remember right now, sorry...”

You trailed off, already pushing your mind in that state past its limit. Just forcing yourself to be stable on that last sentence was a lot. Your body was moving by Michael’s hand a lot faster now.

“Just stop right there at R state, but you’re right.” You were already leaning forward, rolling your eyes back at the feeling of the change in angle with Michael inside of you, blindly clicking the mute button again. You barely had time to see the red line dash across the microphone drawing before Michael moved from under you.

The t-shirt dress you had been wearing was torn from your body so fast you wondered how he had managed it. Now, you were completely exposed. But then, he had you on all fours on the couch, your chest to the cushions below you and your hands balled up in front of you. He was behind you in an instant but his thrusts had stopped. You almost whined in frustration before you felt your laptop being placed directly in front of you. Your eyes widened as you glanced up, a perfect view of the class that was still happening.

Michael took your hair in one of his hands and pulled back, forcing your head up and gaze directly on the screen in front of you. His other hand was pulling your panties further to the side, giving him a better view of the cunt he was vigorously plowing into and holding you still enough for him to thrust into you from behind. You were so small, you didn’t extend that much further from where you two were connected.

“You’re such a fucking slut, getting fucked in the middle of class.” Michael moved over you so that your entire body was engulfed under his. You whimpered, back arching more at his words. The swear words leaving your mouth as you moaned and let out small screams, no longer trying to hide your sounds now that you hadn’t gotten caught. His hips were moving expertly each time they snapped against your body.

“Look at your classmates.” You felt his grip on your hair tighten and you moaned at the feeling. “They all think you’re such a good and innocent student, they have no idea how you’re letting me fuck you, right in front of them. When you should be learning. What would they say if they knew I ruined that good little girl just like they all expected me to, turned you into my submissive cocksleeve that begs me to do whatever I want with her. Even during communal class time.”

And you did, look. You looked directly at the screen with all your classmates faces and your professor who was going over the last portion of lecture materials. Even as Michael rutted you further into the couch. As you were letting your boyfriend fuck you during the learning period, while your professor talked and students asked questions, even having him inside you as you answered out loud with them, thrusting up, balls deep into you.

It was so sloppy, your wetness leaking all over the back of your thighs and his. Some spilling on your couch. But you couldn’t help it. Not when you were caged under Michael’s big body, just a click away from showcasing it to your entire class. Just how weak you were for him. Just how good he fucked you. How much he had corrupted you.

“You look so pretty like that,” Michael finally let go of your hair just to push your head into the couch, groaning at the way you got tighter from how much you liked it. “So stupid for my cock couldn’t even fucking answer the question right.”

But he couldn’t lie. He felt pride at rendering you so brainless.

Instead of you, now he was the one that appreciated the view in front of him. Having the student even your professor held at such a high regard bent over during class. Watching all the students that had watched you with worried eyes at having him beside you and proving them right. Because of this, he wondered how many had an inkling of what he was doing to his precious, delicate girlfriend. Screwing you like the whore he had made you to be for him. Defiling you, tainting you right in front of their unsuspecting eyes. He had you naked and on all fours right in front of the video call. Willing and begging for him to continue.

Never would they have thought such a sweet thing like you could allow yourself to be taken by a guy like him, more so in such a filthy manner. He was ruining you. Because he could, because you were his. And the innocence they see had long been tarnished into nothing. Destroying your care for the class or its knowledge because right then, all you wanted was his cock and your release.

“I’m gonna cum, daddy, I….gonna cum.” He felt your body tense, your arms stretched out to try to deal with the pleasure in your body. Small, cute moans escaping your moan. “Fuckmefuckme, fuck me harder.”

Your mouth was open and he thought of how easily he could spit into it. Seeing you take something else of his inside of you. A low groaned out curse escaped him. Your entire body moved forward with each thrust as he pounded into you mercilessly

Without doing it on purpose, your hands had landed on the sides of your computer and Michael held you down as his thrusts sped up. He was wrecking you. He heard your breath hitch before your moans turned into screams. It was a lot and he knew it. But watching you basically reach out to your class, to where tens of students were staring forward, making it seem like at you, as he rawing his little girlfriend’s pussy, his girlfriend who, in their eyes, represented nothing but purity.

Yet here you were, creaming around his cock with no care in the world about doing it in front of them. Nothing could get you off like him. Your relieved and blissed out moan was evidence of just how much being in class didn’t even enter your mind anymore. Even more so when he came right after you. After holding it in for so long, it felt so good to find your release. Filling you up as you closed your eyes to the feeling. Letting him paint your walls, tainting you inside out. Even while your classmates and professor were present, right in front of you, when it was happening.

So good. It was wrong, to let him pound into you like you were nothing but a hole while you listened to class. But you didn’t care. Didn't care how much he was destroying your innocence, knowing doing something like this would have ever crossed your mind without him in your life. And you loved him for that. You felt thrilled just as much as you felt dirty, in the best way.

Your face directly in front of the screen as if you were listening like a good student, instead of milking his cock like the cumdump you actually were. What he had reverted you to. He owned you.

When he finally let go of your body, you tried to hold yourself up as much as you could in a sitting position. It wasn’t until a few seconds later that Michael realized you were uselessly trying to listen to the very last sentences your professor said before class was over. Your notes had becomes messy until they abruptly stopped, you missed too much of class. It was for nothing. But yet, you tried to be responsible, even as your mind felt like static and as your body shook with the aftershocks of your intense orgasm.

He loved online classes.

Michael’s lips found your neck, leaving hot, open mouthed kisses from your jawline to your shoulder as he watched his ‘wholesome’ girlfriend try to pretend you cared about the class. Even after you completely disregarded it as you let him use your body, even after you spoke to your class while he drilled into you. As you sat there, his cum trickling down your thighs. Maybe getting caught wouldn’t have been such a bad thing.

#5sos #5sos smut #Michael clifford #michael clifford x reader #Michael clifford smut #bad boy michael #bad boy smut #5sos imagines #college au

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sociietiesarc · 2 years

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@protectivemuses said: “ Please don’t scare me like that again. I can take a lot of things, but not losing you.” (Izana to Kakucho)

he ran away. he said that he’d try getting used to everything just to turn around and run away. he tried, too, really tried to not let everything get to him, but it was a lot; new kids he didn’t know, new siblings that weren’t his own, new grandfather that wasn’t his, new home, new toys, new room, new clothes, new environment. new discomforts and jealousy / jealousy / jealousy.

why’s he have to share izana when izana exists to protect him and he exists to serve izana? that was the deal, so why did other people have to go and get in the middle of that? why are they supposed to get different rooms in a few days? why does he have to go spend time playing with mikey and mikey’s friends just because they’re closer in age? what’s wrong with sticking with izana? why can’t he be left to his own devices? to do what he wants to do, when he wants to do it?

for a month he tried.

he tried getting used to all the chaos that went on in the sano house but it’s a chaos that he wasn’t built for. that’s why he ran away. that’s why he’s gone off in the middle of the summer’s night and found his way to the old park he and izana used to play in when they were allowed out at the orphanage. it’s why he’d been huddled up underneath the slide for hours to pass, face buried in his knees as his arms remained wrapped around legs and there he stay until day break and longer. that’s how he fell asleep, with frustrated tears in his eyes and a heart that was breaking into millions of complicated bits. when he woke, it was to the sound of familiar voice screaming his name and instead of coming out to meet izana, he ran again, going from slide to hide in the play tube that was a few steps away.

he’s found anyway, met with a stressed and worried izana and he’s certain that izana’s stress is his own fault but he doesn’t care in the moment. he doesn’t care about it despite how the guilt is once again already beginning to eat at him, ignoring the way he can’t help but grit his teeth and look anywhere but at izana as he’s pulled out of the tube and into king’s arms. he lets it happen, going lifeless and allows himself to be treated like the ragdoll he felt like and whatever it is that izana’s saying to him, he’s not too sure about. he’s not really listening to the words coming out of his mouth, not really paying attention to how he’s being held, not really looking at anything. he’s not even aware if it’s just izana there or if the others came too. ( when he thinks about it, the idea of them showing up makes him feel both good and bad about himself. )

eyes fall closed and he further leans into izana as the guilt from breaking his promise causes the pit in his stomach to grow by tenfold. head shakes before he can get words out, mouth opening just for guilty vocal chords to fail him so he swallows and tries again. “ i’m sorry. ”

#there is more to life; ⸺ answered #h. kak. taken in . verse #protectivemuses #protectivemuses: izana

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spicysoftsweet · 3 years

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Chapter 11

Masterlist

The days following the funeral had been extremely lonely for Kaksi. While she knew she wasn’t the only one who was suffering from losing Baji, she felt like she shouldn’t bother anyone, attempting to overcome her own grief by herself. Eventually, she decided to pay a visit to her best friend despite the fact that she hadn’t called or texted ever since the ceremony.

But that had only worsened things, adding to the loneliness and sadness as she returned to her place after learning that Kumi had left Tokyo just a few days prior. Part of Kaksi was hurt that she hadn’t given her any notice, not even bothering to say goodbye, but another part of her knew that it was for the best and could only wish her a good recovery.

She felt useless being unable to help her but she figured that if she couldn’t be there for Kumi she would be there for anyone else that needed her. One of those people happened to be Chifuyu - while none of them wanted to address their feelings outright, they found each other’s company comforting. Kaksi could never replace Baji, the Toman member remembered painfully when he was with her, but they would still share a laugh together from time to time.

It had always been evident to Kaksi that Chifuyu’s feelings for Baji went beyond friendship and she wondered if the first division captain had been aware. She hoped he did not, keeping Chifuyu so close yet so far seemed cruel to her, especially when Kumi had entered the picture. But that was none of her business and she didn’t exactly want to broach the subject of romance with her friend even if he did seem to want to be involved with that side of her life.

“Are you going to see Kazutora soon?”

Kaksi let out a sigh, knowing she would regret it if she didn’t.

“I guess so.”

“He’d be happy to see you,” Chifuyu reassured with a little smile. “Heard Takemichi and Draken are going to see him soon too.”

Takemichi.

Kaksi couldn’t figure why but it still bothered her that he was always so involved in everything that was related to the gang. While she had nothing personal against him (at least she thought so), she couldn’t help feeling strange about his role in all of this.

“Why is he everywhere?”

“Who?” Chifuyu asked, confused. “Takemichi?”

Kaksi nodded.

“He says he wants to be Toman’s leader,” he explained.

“What the fuck?”

Chifuyu laughed at Kaksi’s evident confusion.

“I know. He’s insane.”

“Why does he want to become Toman’s leader?” she asked. “He was a nobody months ago.”

“I don’t know,” Chifuyu admitted. “But he’s pretty damn determined to achieve his goal. Besides, Baji trusts him.”

Kaksi smiled at his last words but that wouldn’t be enough to convince her that Takemichi’s motivations and behaviour were normal.

“So you trust him?”

Chifuyu nodded.

“He’s weird,” Kaksi pointed out. “Don’t know if I do.”

Kaksi had good intuitions and she had learned in the past to always trust them. She needed to talk to Takemichi, there was clearly something she was missing in all this chaos. If someone was to be Toman’s leader after Mikey it certainly would not be Takemichi, she was convinced and even if it was, why would he want that?

As Kaksi wondered about that she was reminded of her previous conversation with him. Something didn’t add up once again - why would Baji trust Takemichi? They barely knew each other. While she knew Baji was as, if not more, intuitive and perceptive than her, there must have been more than linked them. Maybe there was something Chifuyu was unaware of? No, that didn’t make sense; she remembered Takemichi coming to Kumi and her looking for intel about Kazutora and Baji, as the Valhalla conflict had been brewing.

Takemichi really was a nobody and despite suddenly appearing in their lives, he somehow played a key role in the gang. Kaksi didn’t know why she felt the need to investigate him and thinking about it now, she realised that all the people she held dear were related to him. Perhaps it was out of desperation for something to distract her, but for her peace of mind, she needed to know more about him.

---

Takemichi had been surprised to see Kaksi, still in her school uniform, standing by his school’s entrance. His blue eyes widened as he caught her brown ones. Her face wore a neutral expression as usual and he couldn’t help feeling intimidated as she walked over to him. She didn’t smile or wave at him but she greeted him and quickly asked if she could have a few words with him.

Takemichi agreed and awkwardly, he and the taller girl walked together for a little while. They didn’t have a specific destination in mind but he figured they could just sit at the playground right around the corner and talk. He hadn’t seen her since Baji’s funeral and he couldn’t tell how she felt, finding Kaksi rather unreadable. He did however note that she looked more tired than he had usually seen her.

“What exactly are your motivations, Takemichi?” she asked suddenly, catching him off-guard.

He stayed silent for a moment, wondering what a good answer would be to that question.

“What do you mean?”

“A few months ago I had no idea who you were,” she explained. “Then suddenly you became the most talked-about person among my friends for some reason.”

It was true that Takemichi’s involvement with Toman had evolved very quickly and he felt himself sink deeper into its core every day. So Kaksi’s confusion was founded as someone who had watched most things unfold on the sidelines.

“And now I’m told you want to become Toman’s number one?” she continued, a frown on her face. “What is it that you know that you are not telling us?”

Kaksi’s voice wasn’t threatening in the slightest, but Takemichi couldn’t help getting nervous. There were so many things that he knew that he wasn’t telling anyone and the burden of his secret was getting harder to carry every day. Part of Takemichi carried the guilt of Baji’s death and while he had prevented Mikey from killing Kazutora, he had still failed his original mission.

It didn’t matter that Baji technically killed himself, Kazutora had inflicted to him fatal injuries that Takemichi failed to anticipate despite knowing more about the events that were meant to unfold than anyone else. He stayed silent. What would Kaksi think if she knew the truth? Would she hate him for failing to save Baji?

“What do you want, Takemichi?” she asked, filling the silence once again as Takemichi found himself unable to answer.

“I just want to save everyone.”

It felt good to say it but seeing the look on Kaksi’s face he realised that he had only confused her more.

“How?”

Takemichi didn’t know. He wasn’t smart, he wasn’t strong, and he was breaking too. Tears filled his eyes and he realized that the pressure was unbearable under Kaksi’s gaze.

“I don’t know, Kaksi,” he replied, tears rolling down his cheeks. “I have no idea.”

The girl could feel her vision blur as Takemichi started to sob.

“I wish I could save everyone too.”

Her voice cracked and she was happy no one was there to witness them.

“I wish I could have done something,” she continued, frustrated and tears falling uncontrollably. “I knew Kazutora was unstable but I didn’t know what to do. I should have insisted and talked to him the moment I knew what he was preparing. Baji…”

Kaksi, finding it hard to speak, paused for a moment. It was sickening to watch her like this, Takemichi thought, the guilt he felt amplified.

“Fuck I didn’t even talk to Baji. I just let him push me away like everyone else.”

“Please don’t blame yourself,” Takemichi begged her. “I’m the one who failed to protect Baji.”

Kaksi shook her head. Takemichi couldn’t have known how far Kazutora could go. But Kaksi did, as much as she loved him, she knew that Kazutora was never only the boy who gently kissed her knuckles. No, she knew there was a much more violent and aggressive side to her love. She had believed that it was under control, that she could keep him under control but she had failed.

“You didn’t know.”

Takemichi cried louder at those words. He wanted to scream and he did, unable to contain his feelings.

“I did,” he admitted, the words barely making it out. “I knew Kazutora would stab Baji and I couldn’t stop him. I couldn’t save Baji.”

He slammed his fist on the table they were sitting on and kept weeping. Kaksi’s eyes widened slightly, surprised by the sudden movement but more importantly by what he said.

“What do you mean you knew Kazutora would stab Baji?” she asked in horror and confusion.

“Forgive me, Kaksi.”

That was all Takemichi said for a moment along with repeated apologies. Kaksi asked him again, feeling her heartbeat increase. What did he mean?

“I knew Baji was going to die,” he started confessing.

But all Kaksi could do was cry harder as she listened to Takemichi’s secrets. He did not think anymore, telling her everything from the day he was meant to die, to Naoto, to Hina, to all the events he was able to change, to the guilt that crushed him and to his helplessness regarding Baji’s death.

By the end of his explanation, both of them sat quietly. Takemichi felt good for having gotten this all out of his chest but now he had to deal with how this could possibly affect Kaksi. Despite her initial shock, Kaksi figured this was way too serious for Takemichi to lie and it did explain how he had climbed Toman’s ranks so quickly and why he was so persistent. She felt a little guilty for thinking that his intentions could have been bad before they had talked.

So she apologised to him and reassured him that Baji’s death was in no way his fault and acknowledged that the weight of the responsibility he held was crushing.

“What are you going to do now?” Kaksi asked, having dried her tears.

“I’m going to go back to twelve years in the future.”

“Do you think the future will be fixed this time?”

“I hope so,” he said with a little smile.

Kaksi stayed silent for a moment.

“I don’t want anything bad to happen to him anymore,” she said, eyes filling with tears again. “I’ll help you protect Mikey.”

Mikey who she hadn’t talked to in weeks. How terrible she felt, the memory of their fight still fresh in her mind. Takemichi smiled at her, the love Kaksi held for Mikey was always so evident to him but was it as evident to her and Mikey? He couldn’t tell but he hoped he could offer them the happiness they deserved.

Takemichi kept the girl company for a while longer and she promised his secret was safe with her before bidding him goodbye. They weren’t sure they would see each other again before Takemichi next time leapt, so she told him she would be meeting Kazutora and watch out for Mikey as much as she could.

This definitely wasn’t the motivation she had expected Takemichi to have but maybe she had been wrong about him. Takemichi was strong in his own way and a lot of people counted on him. She hoped he would be fine.

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As days passed, Mikey remained on Kaksi’s mind, but he was usually quickly joined by Kazutora. What was even meant to happen to him? As much as Kaksi wanted to be angry with him, she couldn’t. She missed him already and she knew this was only the start of their troubles but what even was left of their relationship? She was unsure.

Chifuyu said he would be happy to see her and he had also told her about the rage and renewed energy that had taken over Kazutora when Mikey had hit her. She knew he still cared and she did too, so very much. Kaksi’s feelings for Kazutora never faded but she worried if he would ever believe that. All he seemed to think about was Mikey.

Kaksi didn’t know what to expect, making her way to the detention centre. She could feel tears blurring her vision at the thought of Kazutora and her being separated again as well as the reason why. He carried so much guilt that she was worried about how this would affect his fragile mental health more than anything.

She followed the police officers leading her to face her ex-boyfriend nervously. As soon as she saw him behind glass windows she couldn’t prevent her tears from falling. Kazutora watched her quietly, his own eyes filling with tears at the sight of her pain. They didn’t have that unfamiliar glimmer she was scared of and they displayed sadness more than anything else.

What could he ever say to make all this better? He didn’t think there was anything that would.

All Kazutora felt was guilt and regret. He had killed one of the most precious people to him and hurt the dearest to his heart. Kaksi was too kind to visit him especially after what he had done and accused her of. He hadn’t expected her to visit him, he hadn’t expected anyone. He had already felt like he had used all his luck when Draken had delivered Mikey’s message to him, therefore seeing the face of the girl he loved truly felt like one last blessing before his punishment started.

“Kaksi,” he started. “I’m so sorry.”

She didn’t say anything, drying her tears instead as Kazutora’s fell down his cheeks.

“I won’t ask for your forgiveness. You have every right to hate me.”

“You know I could never hate you, Kazutora,” she said with a sad smile.

He didn’t say anything for a moment, then murmured, “You should.”

At that moment Kazutora wished that Kaksi had moved on with Mikey. He didn’t want to be a burden to her anymore, she didn’t deserve any of that.

“How long are they expecting your sentence to be?” she asked, nervously.

“Ten years.”

Kaksi clenched her teeth at the thought, the words repeating in her head. She wanted to scream in frustration but this was probably the best outcome, she was aware. So she decided to hide her distress, not wanting to worry Kazutora.

“It will be lonely without you,” she said. “But I’ll wait.”

Kazutora’s eyes widened in shock.

“What?”

It was as crazy as it sounded. Kaksi would wait for him again.

“I’ll wait for you,” she repeated. “I can do it.”

Kazutora wondered if those words were meant to convince him or herself.

“Kaksi,” he begged. “Don’t do this. I don’t want you to wait for me.”

Those words hurt her.

“What am I supposed to do then?” she asked, voice breaking and tears blurring her vision again.

Kaksi was tired of everything she had ever known falling apart. Baji was dead, Kumi was gone and despite her promise to Takemichi, she didn’t even know if she could fix things with Mikey. She didn’t think she could handle Kazutora leaving her too. Ten years would be torture without him but the idea of one day reuniting with her boyfriend was enough right now to comfort her.

He didn’t know what to tell her. Kazutora had already harmed her so much he wondered if having a proper breakup now wouldn’t be best for her. But seeing her cry despite trying to stay strong he couldn’t afford to break her heart a second time.

“Kaksi, I don’t want you to waste any more time for me,” he explained. “Ten years is a long time. You can’t wait that long, especially not for me.”

The girl took a moment before answering.

“I’m not giving up on you, Kazutora,” she said, a new wave of determination overtaking her. “You said you wouldn’t ask me to forgive you but why? Because you don’t think you deserve my forgiveness or because you don’t want to earn it?”

Kazutora’s sandy eyes widened. Of course he wanted to earn Kaksi’s forgiveness. He would do anything for her.

“Because I don’t think I deserve it.”

“Well that’s up to me to decide, Kazutora,” she replied, her voice colder.

Despite wanting to argue, Kazutora stayed silent.

“If you feel guilty, then fix your mistakes,” she told him. “Get proper rehabilitation and let me help you once you’re out.”

Kazutora gave her a sad smile.

“I will.”

It was a promise that he couldn’t break, he thought. Kazutora hoped that despite her words, Kaksi would move on. He hoped she stayed away from Toman, made new friends, fell in love and pursued the career she wanted to. Whether she was there to welcome him or not when he would come out didn’t matter. Her feelings would fade; they had to. The idea of her moving on with Mikey felt like knives in his stomach but he would not blame her for any decisions she would make without him this time.

“Promise you’ll be happy for the next ten years,” Kazutora demanded.

Kaksi couldn’t guarantee that.

“I’ll try my best, Kazutora,” she said with a little smile.

He smiled back at her before leaving, their meeting ending.

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Kaksi couldn’t tell if she was satisfied with their conversation or not but she would be welcoming Kazutora back into her life in ten years, that was a promise to herself. She wondered what other promises she was going to have to make and if she would be able to keep all of them.

The most urgent one was probably watching out for Mikey but in order to do that she needed to mend their relationship. Having been kept busy with school, she was struggling to find the right moment to talk to Mikey and the fact he wouldn’t answer her texts only made her more anxious. What if it was too late? What if he just didn’t want to see her again?

This would not be surprising after their last interaction. She hated that she would rather run away from her problems than confront them head-on. Still, she found some free time on a Saturday afternoon to pay a visit to Mikey.

He beat her to it, however, and it was with confusion that she had found him on his CB250T waiting for her not too far from her apartment block, a Thursday afternoon as Kaksi came back from school alone. She made her way over to him, rather nervously despite it not being visible on her features. Mikey’s deep black eyes didn’t leave her and while he realized he had missed her terribly, this was not what he came to tell her.

They greeted each other more awkwardly than two friends should, but a lot of things had changed since their last interaction.

“I wanted to apologize for what happened at the junkyard,” Mikey said, bowing in front of Kaksi. “I’m sorry I hurt you while you tried to protect Kazutora.”

Kaksi’s brown eyes widened.

“I know you didn’t mean it,” she reassured him. “It was an accident.”

“It doesn’t matter. I hit you.”

She watched as Mikey remained in the same position.

“I forgive you, Mikey,” she told him, not wanting him to feel guilty about it anymore.

He stood straight again, his face expressionless before walking back to his bike. Despite sincerely feeling awful for what he had done to Kaksi he couldn’t help remaining angry. The day Baji died, Mikey would have had to kill Kaksi if he had wanted to kill Kazutora - this was how much she loved Kazutora and not him. This was a selfish thought considering everything that had happened but that realisation hurt Mikey.

Kaksi watched him, even more, confused by his behaviour than when he had first appeared.

“Mikey, wait!” she exclaimed as he started his engine.

She quickly walked over to him, not wanting the conversation to end here.

“I’m sorry for what I said the last time we had lunch together,” she told him. “I di-”

“There’s no need for you to apologise,” he cut her off, coldly. “I know you only care about Kazutora.”

Kaksi looked at him in shock. This was far from true and it angered her to think Mikey believed that.

“This is false,” she protested. “How could you say this?”

Mikey took a moment before answering. He didn’t want to argue with her but this was probably the best way to make sure she would never talk to him again. While it was true that Mikey’s feelings had been hurt, this wasn’t the only thing that drove him to cut Kaksi out of his life so abruptly. Things were getting far too dangerous these days and even he was unsure about Toman’s future. For her safety, he needed to push her away even if it hurt both of them.

“What am I to you, Kaksi?” Mikey asked.

What was she supposed to answer? She didn’t have a clear answer other than her friend but before she could say anything, Mikey spoke again.

“I don’t want to be Kazutora’s placeholder.”

“This is not what you are, Mikey!” she replied, growing frustrated. “You were never Kazutora’s placeholder! You are my friend.”

“Then I don’t think I want to be friends anymore,” he said, the pain he felt was imperceptible at surface level but palpable at his very core.

Kaksi stood in silence and Mikey decided he didn’t have anything else to tell her. So he left, the noise from his engine filling the girl’s ears as he drove away, accelerating as if that would make it all go away. Maybe Kaksi loved him as he loved her, maybe she didn’t. No matter the answer though, Mikey knew he had to keep her safe and that could only be possible by exiting her life, as heartbreaking as it was.

Mikey didn’t drive back home, instead, he kept wandering the streets with his older brother and his childhood friend in his thoughts. What would they think of this?

There wasn’t any other solution, was there?

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Heartbroken over Mikey, Kaksi realised that it was one by one that she was losing her friends. The wound Baji had left her was still too fresh and she wondered if loneliness wouldn’t be better, after all. She had spent the following days visiting Kazutora while she still could but his trial had ended quickly and his sentence had already started now.

After that, it felt like everything had started to slow down. Despite spending most of her time studying, Kaksi’s days seemed endless. She didn’t talk to any remaining Toman members except for Chifuyu but she had the feeling that eventually, they would be parting ways too very soon. She assumed Takemichi had time leapt since the last time she had seen him he hadn’t even returned her smile.

She also noticed Chifuyu avoided mentioning the gang at all around her and it became obvious that something was wrong. Kaksi wondered for some time, maybe too long, if she should investigate by herself or not. Eventually, she had decided to talk to Mitsuya, one of the most reasonable people she knew and although he welcomed her warmly and didn’t hold it against her that she hadn’t talked to him in a long time, he only gave her a warning.

Like Chifuyu he looked too exhausted for a middle schooler and it appeared to her that he had matured even faster if it was even possible for someone in his predicament. All he was able to tell her was that Toman was changing and he was confused as to where all of this was heading. She tried to get some answers to her question but Mitsuya told her frankly that she would be better off without knowing.

So it was Yamagishi that she had recognised on her way to cram school that had given her more details about what she wanted to know. As expected the few rumours she had heard were true. Toman had gotten bigger and that involved more trouble, Kisaki was now one of the most influential members and all that mattered now was blood and money.

Kaksi had tried to know what all of this meant exactly but Yamagishi told her that his position didn’t allow him to disclose more information. He had given her a warning too but with new irritation, she had cut him off and left. She didn’t know what to do. Was there anything she could do? In a few months what used to be a kid's playground had turned into one of the most dangerous and feared gangs of Tokyo.

As much as Kaksi still cared for some of its members, she knew when to give up on a pointless battle but before doing that she had to try one last time to spare those she loved.

“Chifuyu, you should leave Toman.”

The boy stayed silent for a moment.

“It’s not that easy,” he told her.

“But it will be harder if you wait.”

“Don’t worry about me, Kaksi,” Chifuyu reassured.

He should know that was impossible.

“Well, I can’t do that. I know you won’t talk about it but Toman changed,” she replied, voice louder as her frustration built up. “These are not people you want to be involved with.”

“I’m aware but I know what I’m doing.”

Chifuyu remained calm but this wasn’t how he felt. He appreciated that Kaksi looked out for him but he could never leave Toman. This was Baji’s legacy and if it wasn’t him, then who would fight for its sake?

Kaksi chuckled, but it was bitterness and pain that had her speaking this time.

“This is what Baji thought too before fucking dying.”

Chifuyu clenched his fists, his patience running thin.

“What do you think you are going to achieve by yourself?” she asked, her words pointed.

Chifuyu’s jaw tensed even further.

“More than you ever will, Kaksi.”

She wasn’t hurt by those words. Chifuyu was right, all Kaksi could do was run away. But some things weren’t worth fighting for.

“I know what all this meant to Baji,” she said with teary eyes. “But he is dead, as painful as it is and you will end up joining him if you’re not careful, Chifuyu.”

This hurt but Chifuyu didn’t expect Kaksi to understand.

“Well then I hope I do,” he replied, coldly. “I’d rather die trying too hard than not trying at all.”

Kaksi chuckled again, a sardonic, almost soulless sound.

“Living then dying for someone that could never return what you gave to them looks painful.”

There was a pause as Chifuyu let those words sink in, and considered exactly how much Baji may have understood his feelings.

“If this is what you think this is then you should leave,” Chifuyu finally answered, angry and hurt.

The girl stayed quiet and decided she had said what she had to. Maybe she had been too harsh, maybe she hadn’t been harsh enough but this was as hard as she would try. She liked to think she was devoted to the ones she loved but she figured she had been wrong. If Chifuyu wanted to live for the ghost of his past then so be it, but this was something Kaksi refused to do.

Still, there was something she was afraid of and that was regrets. Walking away from Chifuyu after warning him was something but giving up without trying was something else which was why abandoning Mikey for good felt different. While he was the one who had ended their relationship, Kaksi thought that maybe she hadn’t been insistent enough. So it wouldn’t be without having him hear her out that she would put Toman behind her for good.

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Waiting for Mikey to open the door of his home felt like the last goodbye. How stupid Kaksi felt for having told Takemichi that she would help him protect Mikey. Who was she kidding? She was never a hero. Maybe loneliness, grief and sadness killed her empathy or maybe she was just tired, she wasn’t sure.

When Mikey finally opened the door she was afraid he would immediately close it again but he didn’t; his deep black eyes studied her instead. He looked different, to say the least, while his features hadn’t changed, like Kazutora, there was something unfamiliar and slightly frightening about him now. Kaksi had anticipated this, however. She wondered if it was really a stranger she faced now?

“Can we talk, Mikey?” she asked, in a neutral voice, hiding her uneasiness.

“We have nothing to talk about.”

As straightforward as ever, Mikey was ready to close his front door but Kaksi stopped him, blocking the door with her hand and foot, begging him to listen, for once.

“I thought I was clear, last time,” he warned. “Get out of my sight.”

“What the fuck is wrong with you, Mikey?”

She didn’t expect an answer, she just needed to get her frustration out.

“What are you even doing? Quit pushing me away!” she barked at him. “I just want to help you.”

“I don’t need your help. I don’t need you.”

Mikey’s tone was icy and he remained unimpressed by Kaksi’s outburst. This was so unlike her, he thought still. She was always so calm and composed but he figured that too many things had been testing her patience lately, one of them being him. Her expression remained unchanged at those words and he wondered if it was defeat that he saw in her eyes.

“What a fucking joke Toman is,” she told him, a bitter smile on her lips. “A new age for delinquents? A gang that’s all for one, and one for all? What happened to that? Did it just die with Baji?”

Mikey’s eyes widened slightly but it was almost imperceptible. With one swift movement, he pushed away Kaksi’s arm and had her stumble back.

“Don’t talk about things you don’t understand,” he snapped at her. “And mind your own fucking business.”

“Fuck you,” Kaksi yelled at Mikey, using all her strength to push him away from her before walking away.

She didn’t want to cry, she was too furious to allow that. Kaksi had so many things to say but she figured it was better to run. Clearly, there was no reasoning with any of her friends.

She did what she could, she would never try again.

#baji x oc #kazutora x oc #tokyorev #off target effects #collab fic #mae.writing #tokyo revengers x reader #tokyo revengers imagine #tokyo revengers #longfic

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skylarmoon71 · 4 years

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TMNT 2014/2016 Raphael x Reader-(Short Story) Chapter 2

"You should have just let me take him, he was right there! "

"Come on Raph, we're just supposed to help not make it worse. Besides, we stopped the train. They won't be bringing in any more weapons." Raph grumbled, sheathing both his blades. Apparently they were discussing what took place in their most recent case. Raph lived to defy Leo, it wasn't anything new.

"Whatever, next time I'm going out on my own." he shoved Leo as he brushed passed. Leo grabbed his shoulder, halting him.

"You're not going out on your own, we do this together Raph!" You really hated it whenever they fought. Despite that, you never said anything when it got like this. Even Mikey and Donnie knew better. Raph pushed Leo back roughly, and the blue bandana turtle hit a shelf close by. Lucky for him he had his shell to take the brunt of the hit. Unlucky for you, you didn't. You were on the other side of the cupboard, and when it started to fall you panicked.

Raph saw it falling, yelling out for you. You braced your hands, closing your eyes. You heard a few items clattering to the floor at the sides of you, but when you realized you were unharmed you looked up. Donnie had his arms spread, holding up the cupboard. He lifted it in the other direction, bracing it back against its previous spot. "Are you alright?" Leo was at your side in an instant, and you sighed relieved. You smiled at Donnie who was already checking your body for injuries.

"T-Thank you Donnie you might have just saved my life." He gave a sheepish smile rubbing his neck.

"I-It was nothing. "

Now that the danger was over, Leo glared at his brother. He stomped in his direction enraged. "What the hell are you doing! You could have really hurt (Y/N)!" You stepped over placing a hand on Leo's arm to calm him down.

"I-It's fine Leo. I-It was an accident. H-He didn't mean to." Raph would never intentionally harm you.

"Yeah Leo, listen to your girlfriend. " That made you a little annoyed. Because he was already angry, you just let it slide. Leo was still sizing Raph up, and you knew you wouldn't be able to handle it if they got into another fist fight because of you. Leo glanced down at the unease in your eyes. Reluctantly, his shoulders slumped. He stepped down, and Raph just wore an arrogant smirk.

"Just like you to fold. Sometimes I wonder why you're the leader." Leo didn't reply, taking your hand and guiding you out the room. You wanted to stay there and try to get both brothers to work out the problem, but you didn't have it in you to pull away from Leo's hold, especially since he looked so worried when he thought you would get buried under the cupboard. So as he pulled you along, you sent a longing look in Raph's direction. He looked up at the last second, right before you went around the corner. That split second, you could have sworn you saw a hint of hurt in his eyes.

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"Are they still fighting?" you were chatting with Donnie on your cell phone. It was pretty late, and you knew you wouldn't be able to sneak out, so you were in your room, laying down on your bed.

"Yeah, don't worry too much. Master Splinter will make sure they don't go at each other's throats." you smiled.

"That's good to hear. Well I'll check in tomorrow. Spring break is about to begin so I'll get to spend more time with you guys."

"That's-"

"Hey is that (Y/N)? Dude what's up!!" you laugh hearing Mikey in the background.

"Hey Mikey, I was just telling Donnie about the upcoming break. We may finally get to settle that score in Call of Duty."

"I'm so gonna kick your butt!" You couldn't wait.

"I'll be looking forward to it." you spoke. After giving your goodbyes, you hung up the phone, flopping back on the mattress. Somehow you'd become a little better at interacting. Before meeting the turtles you pretty much avoid interacting with people.

For good reason to. But with them, it was never a challenge. Leo was like an older brother. Mikey the goofy childish younger brother. Donnie was like a middle child. Smart, techy and a little bit of a dork. Raph was obviously the rebel. Even with all their differences, it was weird that you found comfort trusting them rather than your own species.

Maybe it was because the turtles lived by a code. They were natural born protectors, saviors. At heart, their main purpose in life was helping. And they did. They helped you, not just physically. But also mentally, emotionally. If you could offer them the world, you would do it without a second thought.

You flinched when you heard a small knock on the glass on your window. You looked over at the curtains. Maybe it was a bat? You stepped out of bed, moving to check the glass. When you shifted the curtain, you were shocked at who was hanging unto your window sill.

"R-Raph!" you slapped your hand against your mouth, because that came out much louder than intended. Opening the window, you ushered him inside quickly. As soon as you did it you ran over, turning the latch on your door.

He was lucky your room was located in the back of the house, covered by trees in your yard. It would be pretty awkward if you had to explain him to your neighbors.

Now that you were no longer in autopilot, you stood by the door. Raph was still by your window. He rolled his shoulders after climbing through the small space. And now he was just standing there, clearly unsure of what to do, or say.

"This is awkward.." you had absolutely no idea why he came, and the fact that neither of you had ever had an actual conversation alone didn't help your nerves.

"This is stupid." He groused. You kept playing with your fingers. "W-Why are you....is something wrong back home with Leo?" at the mention of his brother's name his face turned sour. "It's always about him isn't it. Leo. I came all the way here to apologize to you and that's all you have to say!"

Unconsciously you took a step back. You never did like it when he yelled. Especially since this was the first time it was directed at you. Not just that, but yelling right now wasn't the best thing since your parents were only a couple doors down. He must have realized, because he turned his head. "Forget about it. I don't even know why I came." You could feel him fuming from all the way over there. And as much as you wanted to say something, you'd already irritated him, you didn't want to say anything to make it worse. Although at this point just about anything would.

"I'm sorry." you whispered. Raph stopped in his spot, looking over his shoulder.

"I-I know I barely ever talk to you. And I always make things awkward when it's us two. I don't mean too. A-And I didn't mean to get you in trouble with Leo the other day. I-It's my fault that you guys are fighting right now." In a way it was.

Raph sighed defeatedly. He came to apologize, and instead he scared you into doing what he should have done the moment he stepped in, instead of picking a fight.

"You didn't do anything wrong. I'm the one that always messes everything up."

"That's not true." When you said that he turned to you fully. You burrowed your hands behind your back, finally feeling a little confident now that he wasn't as pissed.

"You do have a bad temper, and you suck at taking orders, but you don't mess things up." Where those words came from, you had no clue. But you were liking your sudden boldness.

"Your brothers depend on you. You guys have each other, no matter how much you think you mess up, they'll always be there for you. You just need to be better at working through your issues rather than just walking away from them."

Raph was just standing there listening, he seemed to be actually taking in you words. When he sent you a small grin your cheeks darkened.

"Here I thought you were just a little shrimp. You're a lot braver than you look. " you giggled softly. "I mean, compared to you guys I really am." you joked. Raph was smiling at you, actually smiling. He looked so damn sexy when he smiled. "No! Stop it stupid brain! I'm actually having a conversation with him, don't' ruin it!" Right now really wasn't the best time to fall for his charms.

"Thanks (Y/N)." He was thanking you. Could your night get any better.

"(Y/N) sweety are you alright?" you stiffened, and Raph looked side to side panicking.

"Aw shit!" he mouthed. You shook your hands advising him not to make a sound or move.

" I thought I heard yelling."

"I-I'm fine Mom. It was j-just a nightmare. I didn't want to wake you or dad. I-I'm sorry."

"Nightmares, do you want to talk about it." you could tell she was offering to stay awake longer to help you.

"I'm really fine mom, I promise. It was nothing. I'm going to go back to sleep. "

"Are you sure? I can make you a cup of tea or something. "

"There's no need. I promise I'm fine. Just go back to sleep." She lingered at the door for a while, before she relented. "Alright, but if you change your mind let me know."

"I will. I love you mom."

"Oh sweetheart I love you too. Try and get some rest okay. "

"Yeah I will." You waited in your spot until you heard her footsteps retreating. When you heard her bedroom door close, you sighed, placing a hand to your chest.

"That was close." you whispered. Raph was smirking at you, and it did weird things to your chest.

"W-What?"

"Nothing." It didn't look like nothing.

"Come on tell me why you're wearing that smug little woah!" you had planned to march over, but you slipped on something on your floor. Raph was quicker, he caught you almost instantly. You must have stopped breathing for at least a few seconds, because you just stayed there in his arms. Your eyes connected, and that's when you let out a shallow breath. Raph was just as taken as you. He didn't move a muscle, just held you upright. You palm flattened against his chest, eyes never straying from his hypnotic gaze. With him slightly bent, all you had to do was lean up a few inches and you could close that space.

"Raph.." the sound of his name broke the spell. He straightened your body, pulling away. He cleared his throat, taking a couple steps back. "I should get going I need to-" he knocked into your desk behind on his way to leave and you winced at the sound that echoed. Raph froze, listening to make sure he didn't give your mother another reason to come back. When there wasn't any sound he relaxed, moving to your window.

"Be careful." you said gesturing to his head as he almost ran right into the glass. He just gave a force laugh, raising the window glass. You smiled. He was sort of cute like this. All fidgety. He ducked, creeping out the way he came in. "I'll come by tomorrow." you stated.

"Yeah..." he responded, but it didn't sound like he was really listening. He looked distracted.

"I guess I'll see you tomorrow then."

He nodded, inching up the wall.

"Yeah tomorrow." And just like that, he was flipping to the top of your roof. You bent your head, watching as he took off into the night.

You were looking forward to tomorrow, that was for sure.

#raphael #leonardo #donatello #michelangelo #teenage mutant ninja turtles #shy reader #fights #raphxreader #scaredoflove #ninjaturtles #tmnt 2016 #tmnt 2014 #hurt #Crushes #splinter #sam smith #fire on fire

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illfoandillfie · 4 years

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5 Simple Rules For A Successful Fake Relationship: Picture Perfect

5 SIMPLE RULES MASTERLIST

Pairing: Ben Hardy x Reader

Summery: A whole day with Ben's family and no way to escape. How will you survive? And will any rules be left intact by the end of the night?

Warnings: SMUT (finally lmao), nothing like super kinky but it is explicit, plus the usual stuff, drinking, mention of smoking.

Words: 6284

A/N: ARE YA'LL READY FOR THIS? smut scene is marked with a *** so you can skip it if you like.

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A week later you were in the passenger seat of Ben’s car, your bags in the back, watching the scenery pass by. You found your eyes drawn to him more often than usual but he didn’t seem to notice. Maybe it was that he was so focused on the road and the traffic around you or maybe it was because you were playing I spy and a few glances from the person who’d spied the object were expected. I spy was a good game. Distracting enough to focus your mind on something other than wanting Ben. For the most part at least. “And we can definitely still see it?” “Yuuuuuuup,” you popped the ‘p’ and glanced over at Ben again. “And it starts with ‘M’ but isn’t ‘Mazda’ like what’s driving behind us, or Mars Bar like what I was just eating?”” “Nope,” you popped the p again and laughed, “d’you want a clue?” “Go on then, otherwise we’ll be stuck like this all day,” “We’ve been following them since we got on the motorway,” Ben’s forehead creased as he thought about your clue, “Truck doesn’t start with ‘M’,” “Clever boy. You deserve a gold star for that one,” “Bite me,” You laughed and gave in to the temptation to look at him again, noting the crease of his forehead as he thought about your clue, “Should I just tell you?” “Fine, I’m never going to get it at this rate,” “I spy with my little eye a mudflap girl. Two of them actually,” “What the fuck is a mudflap girl?” You pointed at the silhouette on the tuck’s mudflaps, “Her. The chick with the stupidly pinched in waist and big knockers.” “Is that what they’re called?” “What knockers?” “No, I’m perfectly familiar with those,” Ben laughed and you whistled teasingly, willing your mind to stop picturing what it was picturing “Shush, I meant the mudflap girls, is that what they’re called?” “Yeah. You didn’t know?” He shook his head slightly, “Never really came up.” “Sorry, would have picked something else if I’d realised,” “‘s fine. Just means I won’t hold back with the next one.” You’d been a little nervous at the prospect of driving hours with just Ben for company, still coming to grips with the fact you wanted to knock boots with him. You couldn’t even think about it in direct language, just roundabout phrases your mum used to use. But, thankfully, all your concerns had disappeared the moment you got into the car, infected by Ben’s bright smile and insistence that he’d make it fun. His definition of fun was a lot of classic driving games, hence the I Spy, plenty of road trip snacks, and a healthy dose of a specially curated driving playlist. You’d made fun of him for including I’m In Love With My Car on it but he just turned it up louder and sang it at you which only made you laugh more. It stopped any awkwardness or uncomfortable silences in their tracks. But all the laughter and playful teasing was just another reminder of how close you were and that made you think about how badly you wanted to do the dirty with him, hear him whining your name, feel his hands all over you, cuddle up with him and doze as he read to you. You shook your head as the third image sprang to the forefront of your mind. That wasn’t right. Bumping uglies was one thing but dozing was out of the question. Unless it was in a post-coital come down of course. Not that any of it mattered since you weren’t going to act on it. Joe had made it very clear that something actually happening was a bad idea. Although, looking at Ben now he didn’t seem to be that bad off. Certainly not white knuckling it as Joe had said. He was happy and bubbly and you couldn’t see a single sign of him falling apart. What did Joe know anyway? He lived so far away, how could he possibly know what was good for Ben or, for that matter, you.

Halfway there you found a place to pull up so you could stretch your legs and refresh your snacks but then it was back into the car for the second leg of the trip, winding through the traffic until it thinned out and you pulled up outside a nice white house with a tidy yard. “This is it?” you asked, the nerves back in full force. “Yeah, you good?” You just nodded your head but Ben gave your hand a reassuring squeeze, “Remember the plan, yeah? Hold hands as much as we can, look as loved up as possible, just like what we do for the cameras. What’s our story?” “Met at the audition for Edith since you’d already been cast. Hung out a lot as prep for the movie. You asked me out a couple of days before filming began and we dated secretly for a while but then, partway through filming, we were caught by paparazzi and decided to be open about it.” “Very good. What el- shit, no time for the rest of the pop quiz, the front door just opened.” “It’s okay, I’m good. We’ve been doing this for months now, it’s just more of the same.” Ben nodded and then let your hand go so he could get out of the car. You opened your door and stepped out, smoothing out your skirt, your hand cold outside of Ben’s grasp. But he fixed the problem, taking your hand again as he led you towards the front door and the person who’d come out onto the driveway. He squeezed your hand again. “Hi mum. This is Y/N,” “Well it’s about time,” his mum said, already stepping forward to hug you, forcing you to drop Ben’s hand “lovely to meet you, darling.” “Pleasure to meet you too Mrs Jones,” you smiled politely as she stepped back. “Oh, Angela, please,” her hands were still on your shoulders as she examined your appearance, “Gosh aren’t you pretty.” You managed to stutter out a thank you, suddenly feeling much more shy than you normally would have. “Oh c’mon mum, let her go.” “I’m just saying she’s beautiful, what’s wrong with that?” but her hands fell from you as she turned her attention to Ben, “I still think you’re very handsome too Ben. Need a bit of a haircut though.” He rolled his eyes but hugged her all the same. “Mikey’s already there setting up with your father and I expect you’ll be giving him a hand soon?” “Can I not have five minutes out of the car before I get piled up with chores?” Ben whined as you both followed her inside.

She led you on a brief tour of the house, pointing out where the bathrooms were and coming to an end at Ben’s old room where you’d be staying. She promised you enough time to grab your bags and freshen up before you’d be asked to help and then she headed back towards the front of the house. You peeked inside the bedroom door hoping to see what teenage Ben’s sense of style was but it had since been redecorated. “Don’t look so disappointed,” Ben laughed, “Mum had the whole house redone a few years ago and it didn’t make sense to keep my room how it was.” “Please tell me there’s photos here somewhere,” “Probably but you’re not seeing them,” “You have to tell me something, I’m your girlfriend and I need to know.” “Fuck off, you do not,” “Please?” you extended the word in a childish whine, pouting at him until he broke. “What d’you want to know then?” “What’d you have on your walls? Band posters?” Ben laughed, “Uhhh, a few sports things – my favourite teams and that. Some girls with big tits leaning all over cars…Couple of theatre posters too,” “Nerd,” “Shut up,” he laughed again, pushing against your shoulder, “Sorry about Mum by the way,” “It’s totally fine,” “I promise it’ll all be over soon,” You were taken aback as he wrapped you up in a tight hug but very happily relaxed against him. Carefully, so as not to break the moment you looked up at him only to find him looking back at you. It was the closest you’d been since the almost-kiss in the hotel. Sure, you’d been close, even hugged before, but not in this long, lingering way and even then, it was mostly just in public. A sharp knock at the door made you break apart. “Sorry to rush you but Mikey’s just called asking after you. Better get a move on,” “Who’s Mikey?” you asked, refusing to acknowledge the tension in the air. “My brother, Michael. S’pose we should crack on. You’ve got about twelve bags to pull from the car.” “Fuck off, it’s only two and one of them’s a hand bag. Plus, it’s you’re fault for not being more specific about dress code.” You hadn’t known exactly what to pack and got no clear answer when you’d asked, so you’d packed a few different outfit options, from casual jeans and a nice blouse to a slightly more fancy little black dress, the clutch you’d taken to the French restaurant packed with it in case you needed a stylish purse. “You’re such a drama queen. Just help me with them yeah?”

You would have known he was Ben’s brother even before you’d heard about him. His face was thinner and his shoulders less broad but they had the same smile, same eyes. He was lovely too, jumped down off a chair and dropped the coil of fairy lights he’d been holding so he could shake your hand and introduce himself. Then came their dad, maybe not quite as warm as their mum but just as welcoming. Both you and Ben were handed lengths of lights and sent off to find places to hang them. Inside it wasn’t necessary since the restaurant was already lit up, staff busting about making sure everything was ready for that afternoon. So Ben led you away from the big open door, into the beer garden. It was mostly paved, small shoots of grass sprouting up through the bricks, though there was also a large strip of grass at the very end of the yard. Ben’s brother and dad were on one side of the yard, securing their lights to the fence so you and Ben headed straight for the grassy end where the light of the restaurant wouldn’t quite reach. “Wait here a sec,” Ben said, handing you his coil of lights and turning back towards the paved area. You watched as he dragged on of the sturdy wooden tables over to you. At the first scrape of the wood on the brick he looked inside to see if anyone was going to go mad at him but, aside from his family members, no one noticed. When he finally got it in position, he climbed up onto the table and held out his hand for the lights. You kept lookout as he wound the wire around a tree branch and then jumped down again, handing the end of the lights to you so you could wrap it around the tree trunk and secure the battery pack out of harm’s way, as he pushed the table back into place. It wasn’t long before the yard was covered with lights extending from the doorway all the way to the fence that blocked the yard from the road. Of course, all that work meant you deserved a drink so, by the time Ben’s mum and other family members began arriving in the late afternoon, you were already halfway through your first glass. Ben gave you a running commentary of everyone who walked into the restaurant. “That’s my cousin and her daughter. And the couple behind her are my,” he thought for a moment, “Well let’s call them cousin’s too because I don’t know how seconds and removals work. The bald guy over there talking to Mum is my great uncle. And the woman who just waved is an Aunt. Whatever you do, don’t mention her son. He’s had a run in with the law and it’s a touchy subject.” “Noted. But shit, when you said family get together you really meant it,” “Yeah,” Ben laughed, “The Jones’ don’t do things by halves. ‘Specially not when there’s drinking involved.”

As the place began to fill Ben took you around to meet people. You felt a little like the ball in a pinball machine, bouncing from one person to another, introducing yourself and then moving on to someone else, almost immediately forgetting any names you’d just been told. It was almost like doing interviews again except with more movement and more alcohol. Ben kept a hold of you, either interlocking his fingers with yours or else wrapping his arm around your waist, keeping you close to his side, only letting you go to grab you another drink or light up a cigarette. At one point you had a small crowd gathered beside you, all pointing out things they’d seen in magazines or on the internet about you, all wanting to hear about how you met. Thankfully you’d become quite practiced at telling the story. “We met at the audition actually,” Ben said, “I had the part but they wanted to try me with different actresses to find someone that would work well on screen. I’d met, I don’t know, eight or nine women and then Y/N came into the room. She looked kinda nervous,” You shook your head in disagreement but Ben ignored you. “but we got a chance to say hi before we had to read the lines and we just clicked.” “Our director really liked us together so I got a call back and we did another scene,” “So they could, y’know, see us kiss, make sure the chemistry was there.” “They must have liked it because I got the part. We did a couple of weeks of all this, um, like, bonding stuff. The rest of the main cast was there too but me and Ben had a few one on one things because we were playing a couple that was already engaged so they wanted us to look really connected.” “Anyway, I wanted to ask her out after day one but I wasn’t sure if I should because we’d be working together,” “I took a little longer to see him in that light but he was so sweet and charming and fun to be around, and by the end of the week I was thinking the same thing. Only neither of us wanted to make the first move because if it wasn’t mutual then it could make the next few months of work really awkward.” “Eventually one of the other actors pointed out how into me she was so I asked her out for a coffee and it went from there.” He returned your smile and then pulled you closer into his side, dropping a kiss to the top of your head as you leaned against his chest. “Well your casting director knew what they were doing because you two are adorable together.” A few more questions followed but eventually Ben was able to extract you from the crowd with the excuse you needed more drinks. “Actually, I gotta run to the loo, I’ll bring some food back with me though, okay?” “Okay, I’m gonna grab another cocktail, you want anything?” “Beer’d be great,” “Sure thing, babe,” He smiled again as he left you but you were smiling too. There was something fun about the act. Even with everything that had happened and how mixed up and hard it had been at times, an evening like this was fun. He made you laugh and made sure you felt comfortable in what could have easily been an extremely uncomfortable situation. Plus, it meant you got to indulge the part of you that was still fantasising about being with him. You were allowed to kiss him and touch him because you were acting. There was no confusion about why, no worries about if you were crossing the line you’d put down, nothing to stop you from enjoying it. So what if occasionally your fantasies extended beyond just doing the horizontal tango? It wasn’t so bad to think about cuddling up in front of the TV with him.

Drinks in hand you headed back to where Ben had disappeared, trying to spot him in the crowd. “Y/N!,” You spun round to see who was talking, finding yourself face to face with Ben’s mum again. Angela, you reminded yourself. “Come join us over here,” she said leading you to a table where a few others sat, “You’ve met my husband Keith already, yes? And this is Doug and Katherine. This is Y/N, Ben’s girlfriend.” You took a seat and chatted with them, glancing around for Ben every so often. Eventually Doug and Katherine got up to talk to someone else and Keith went off in search of more food, leaving you and Angela alone. “Now, darling, Ben tells me you’ve got a work thing to get back home for tomorrow so you’ll be leaving a bit earlier than originally planned.” Angela said, patting your hand. “Yeah, um, it’s an audition,” you lied. It was a cover Ben had come up with so you didn’t get guilted into staying an extra day. “Well that does sound important. I’m sad we won’t have longer to get to know you though. I must admit, I saw a photo of you and Ben a while ago and I was hoping he’d bring you up because you just looked so lovely. And you obviously make him very happy, which is of course what every mother hopes for. So you have to come back soon so we can have a proper chat. Make a weekend of it or something.” You were a little taken aback, stunned to hear how much of an impact you’d had without meaning to. It made you feel a bit guilty. This was Ben’s family and you weren’t part of it, you shouldn’t be there. But you swallowed the doubts, tried to ignore how much you wanted it all to be real, and smiled back at her, “I’d love that. Just say when.” “Oh now don’t tempt me or I’ll have the date picked out before the end of the night. I don’t want to jump the gun or seem too forward but just seeing how you two are together…I hope you know you’re welcome in our family. Ben loves you a lot, I can tell.” “I know. And it’s very kind of you,” “I mean it darling. And if the next family get together was your wedding, well….but of course that’s neither here nor there.” You laughed it off but your insides were churning. “So this is where you got to,” Ben’s voice interrupted as he dropped into the seat beside you and lay his hand on your knee. You hadn’t realised your leg had been bouncing but you stopped it the moment he touched you. “I was just telling Y/N that you should come back again soon, when there’s no auditions to interrupt your stay.” “Sure, Mum,” Ben said, still touching your leg. You chatted for a bit longer until she got distracted enough for Ben to lean into your ear and softly ask, “You okay? Or do you want to get out of here?” “Please,” you whispered back. “Okay, follow me,” He took your hand and told his mum he wanted to introduce you to someone but you barely heard it, your head buzzing as you made a polite exit and let Ben lead you outside, making excuses to anyone who tried to stop you. As soon as you were clear of the venue he pulled out his phone to find a car, one hand on your lower back, rubbing soft circles over your shirt until you felt you could breathe easy again. “Better?” “Thank you. How’d you know?” He shrugged, “I just know you. I saw your leg bouncing and figured Mum had said something,” “She mentioned us getting married,” “What? Why the fuck would that have come up?” “It was just a passing comment but I….” You half shrugged, trying to find the right words. “It’s okay, c’mon, let’s go home you can tell me everything.” You nodded and let him hug you as you waited for the car.

Once you were inside Ben grabbed a couple of glasses from the kitchen and then headed into the dining room. “Thank you dad,” he mumbled as he pulled a bottle of Johnnie Walker Black Label out of a cupboard and turned to show you, “He’s kept a stash of this stuff in here since I was a kid. Got in trouble for stealing some a couple of times.” “Better not let him find out about this then,” you laughed, feeling more relaxed now that it was just you and Ben, a sizeable distance from the rest of the party. Ben chuckled along as he poured a little into each glass and carefully replaced the bottle, “So what happened back there?” “I don’t know,” you accepted your glass and took a sip, leaning against the corner of the table. Ben didn’t cut in, he just took his own drink and waited until you could say more. “I guess it was just harder to be around your family than I was expecting. It wasn’t the same as sitting in a restaurant on a date,” you drew the quotation marks in the air with your fingers, “That was a room full of people who care about you and they were all so lovely and welcoming and your mum said she’d been hoping you’d bring me here since she saw a photo of us and invited me back so she could get to know me and I said I’d love to because what else could I say and she seemed so happy about it and so pleased that you’re so happy and I feel so guilty about lying to them all. What if they find out? Your mum’ll be so disappointed.” “Don’t worry about lying to them, I’ve done it plenty before,” when you didn’t laugh he put his glass down beside you and took you free hand in his, “Seriously, Y/N, there’s nothing to feel guilty about. The premiere is coming up in a couple of weeks and then pretty soon after that we’ll break up and I’ll tell them it just wasn’t working, and they’ll accept it and never have to know the truth. And then we can forget this whole thing and move on.” You weren’t so sure that was what you wanted anymore, but you weren’t sure enough to say it. Instead you put your glass down as well and said, “but it must be hard for you too. Having me here and everything.” It was only when you looked at him that you realised how close you were standing. He was still holding your hand, his thumb rubbing back and forth over your fingers. “I’m a big boy, I can handle it.” You weren’t sure what compelled you to do it, the drink maybe, or just pent up sexual tension, but he was so close and he was looking at you with those eyes and before you could stop yourself you leaned in to kiss him. He seemed a bit shocked, taking half a step back, and you were sure he was going to tell you it wasn’t a good idea and then leave you standing there alone. But then his hand was on your jaw as he kissed you back, all hesitancy gone. You felt him sigh against you as if he’d been holding his breath, waiting for this to happen again, and pulled him in closer.

***

Maybe it was the months without sex, or maybe it was how often your mind had conjured similar scenes, or maybe it was just how good it felt to have him press you against the table to kiss you again, but whatever the reason it wasn’t long until you were pushing the hem of his shirt up over his stomach. He took the hint and stopped kissing you just long enough to pull it over his head, quickly finding your lips again as his fingers worked on the buttons of your shirt. He got about halfway through and then stopped, instead dropping his hands to your arse so he could lift you up and carry you up the hall towards his room. He kicked the door shut once he was through it and pressed you against it, kissing you as if to make up for lost time. It was a heady experience, being pinned to the door, your legs wrapped around him as you kissed messily. Too much and not enough all at once. You needed him closer still and clutched at his shoulders to try and make him understand. Either he really could read you well or he wanted the same thing because a moment later there was no longer a door behind you, Ben taking the few steps towards the bed and letting himself drop to the mattress. He pushed your shirt from your shoulders, no longer needing to hold you up, and ran his hands over your sides as if trying to map out he lines of your body. A whine escaped you as your need to remove layers grew and you dropped your hands to his belt, fumbling blindly with the buckle. A voice in your head told you it was a bad idea. You still weren’t certain of your feelings, weren’t sure doing this would cure you of them or if it’d just make everything messier than it already was. But the voice got quieter with every shift of your hips and every stroke of his fingers. “You’ve no idea how much I’ve thought about this,” he mumbled against your neck. All you could manage was a small whimper of agreement as he kissed you again, and traced his fingers up to the clasp of your bra. It was on the floor in seconds, his hands replacing the material, only making you want more. You arched your back into his touch, panted against his lips. He smiled, circled a nipple with his thumb, delighted in your response.

Suddenly he flipped you over so you were sitting on the bed, kissed you again and then stood up. “Ben?” you were worried he was going to put an end to things before they got too far. Thankfully he didn’t, just shucked off his pants. You almost laughed in relief as he leaned over you again, making quick work of the fastening of your skirt so it too could join the clothing on the floor. The voice in your head was gone, silenced by the pure desperate need to have him touch you more, and he was making no moves to stop it either as you shuffled further up the bed, pulling him along with you. You let out a choked off moan as he kissed a trail down your neck, tilted your head to the side so he could reach all the spots that made you gasp. But it still wasn’t enough. You were going to go crazy with need if you didn’t get something more soon, so you let your hand fall between you, rubbed your palm over the front of his boxers, felt him rock his hips against your hand, already hard. He sat back on his knees so he could slip your underwear down your legs. “Fuck,” he groaned as soon as he realised how wet you were. You grabbed his wrist and put his hand between your legs, hoping he’d take the hint. He did, trailing his fingers between your lips, over your clit. Your breath caught as he slipped a lone digit into you, slowly, easing you into it before he added a second. He watched you closely, eyes half lidded and soft, the tip of his tongue poking out from between his teeth like he was concentrating on memorizing every inch of you, inside and out. Even in that moment, when your breaths were coming shaky and uneven, and your skin was burning under his gaze, even then all you could think was how hot he looked, hair ruffled, lips kiss swollen, completely enraptured by you. He shifted his finger slightly and your eyes fluttered shut. “There, babe, fuck, right there,” you sighed. “Like that?” he asked softly, twitching his fingers against you again. You nodded though he drew a more vocal response from you a few seconds later when he added a third finger and leaned down to suck your nipple between his lips. He hummed when he heard you say his name and repeated the same motion in the same place, so you said his name again, louder, and then again and again as he kept going, hitting you exactly where you needed him. You were almost surprised by how quickly he managed to pull you over the edge. Almost. But it had been a while and he’d always promised he was good. He worked you through it before he carefully withdrew his fingers and kissed you again, stealing what little breath you had left.

And then he stopped. Sat back again. You blinked your eyes open and reached for him as he leaned over the edge of the bed, opened the draw of the beside cabinet and swore. Pulling himself back towards you he took your outstretch hand and kissed the back of it, “I don’t have any condom’s here,” he sounded apologetic. “I have some, wait,” you kissed him quickly before you stood, a little unsteady, and opened the wardrobe door, thankful Felicity had given you the handful of them and that you’d brought the bag with you. He looked like he was about to ask why but the sight of you climbing onto the bed, straddling him, with one hand on his chest to lay him down, made the question die in his throat. He let his head fall back onto the pillow as you pulled his underwear off and rolled the condom on as quick as you could manage. And then you sank down onto him, trying to take your time. “Fuck,” you whined, pausing to give you both a moment to adjust. His hand grabbed onto your waist, fingertips pressing into you, encouraging you to move. It was soft but not quite, both of you panting and groaning as you raised and lowered yourself on him, building up to a steady rhythm. His hands roamed over you, grabbing your arse the way he had done on his couch, moving over your breasts, squeezing your hips, gentle but firm pulling you to speed up each time. You needed to be closer though, so you leaned down to kiss him again, grunting at the change of position. But it interrupted your flow, made you stutter out of time, so Ben propped himself up on his elbows, and then when that wasn’t enough, sat up fully, his knees rising behind you. One hand was braced on your back to keep you steady as you circled your hips, the other cupped your cheek as his forehead leaned against yours, every uneven breath audible, able to feel the rapid rise and fall of his chest under your palm. “I love you,” he sighed, his nose bumping against yours as he searched for your lips again. You were on the verge of repeating his words back to him when he dropped his hand from your cheek, let it fall between you and brush against your clit, the confession lost in your moan. “You gonna c-cum for me?” You nodded, leaning into his neck as you did your best to keep riding him, legs shaking with the effort and your approaching release. He didn’t let up until you were crying out into his shoulder, following close behind you with his own moan.

***

You lost track of how long you sat there, leaning against each other as you came down, lost track of where you were, lost track of the reality of your relationship. Your instinct was to keep clinging to Ben, keep kissing along his jaw and nose as you pulled yourselves back together. But it was too much for him. He let go of you suddenly, as if just touching you was painful. “I��ve gotta…” he said with a half hearted nod in the direction of the doorway. “Oh. Right, yeah,” you climbed off him, trying not to react to the sudden emptiness, the sudden cool of the air outside of his embrace. Ben moved to the edge of the bed, glanced at you, ran his hand through his hair. “I wasn’t expecting that to happen,” you offered somewhat lamely, not sure how to explain everything you were feeling. “Neither. Are you okay?” “Yeah. I, um, it was really good and I-I think I kind of needed it.” This was it. There was no more running from what you were feeling. No more pretending it was platonic or just physical. You had to come clean, to yourself as much as to Ben. Ben smiled but it was a pained kind of smile, “It was good for me too. Really good. But it can’t ever happen again.” He stood up before you could say anything else, tied off the condom and put his boxers back on, making a hasty retreat. Something stirred in your memory and you had the sudden urge to tell him he couldn’t leave you because he owed you a third orgasm, but it was too late. He was gone and you were left sitting there, naked and alone, waiting for him to come back so you could explain. When enough time had passed without his return you got up, put your pyjamas on and went to the bathroom, running on autopilot as you considered everything that had just happened. Maybe Ben was right to walk away. Maybe it had been a mistake. He probably wouldn’t believe you if you told him how you really felt. You’d taken too long to work it out, been too vocal about not feeling it. And it would be poor timing to say it right after you’d slept together. He’d think you were saying what he wanted to hear so he wouldn’t be embarrassed about saying it himself. And maybe it was down to all the tension between you. You’d spent all day pretending to be the loving girlfriend after all, maybe it had influenced you a bit, made you think you felt things you didn’t actually feel. But something that good, that tender, didn’t just happen with anyone, surely. It certainly hadn’t been like that with anyone else you’d been with casually. And you’d assumed that having sex with Ben would be the solution, that you’d finish and be fixed. No more thinking about him, no more wanting to be with him. But all you really wanted was to cuddle up beside him. Fall asleep in his arms. That wasn’t something you usually wanted from one night stands. Normally you’d want to get out as fast as possible not sit in their bedroom and wait for them. And the thought of everything else that could happen if he just knew it was what you wanted – waking up beside him, making him coffee, listening to him play stupid love songs on his stupid guitar, comforting him on bad days, being his actual fucking girlfriend and not just his pretend one – all of that sounded so fucking wonderful. It couldn’t just be endorphins making you feel like that. There had to be something of substance behind it all. Afterall they’d been there for a while now, those feelings. It wasn’t like the sex had conjured them. You’d been pretending not to notice them but they’d been there for months. So the only way forward was to tell him.

When you got back to the bedroom Ben was there, curled away from you on a makeshift bed on the floor. He could have been sleeping except his shoulder’s were too rigid, holding too much tension. “Ben?” He didn’t respond, just kept feigning sleep. So you switched out the light and tiptoed to the bed, crawling under the covers. The sheets still smelt like him and it made your heart ache. What if you just said it? You sat up, turned your head in his direction. “Ben?” it came out as more of a whisper than you’d have like so you tried again, “Ben, I-I-” If you said it now would he join you? Or would he pretend he hadn’t heard? You fell silent again at that thought, not sure you could cope with it. Maybe you’d just hold off for a bit. Wait until the premiere. Give yourself time to find the exact right words to explain your apparent change of heart. He couldn’t write you off as trying to spare him some embarrassment if you said it weeks after he’d let it slip in the throws of passion. He’d have to take you seriously then. “Goodnight,” you sighed, and lay down again, though try as you might, you couldn’t sleep. You lay there in the dark, sure Ben was just as awake as you were, with only one thought in your head. You loved Ben. And you didn’t know what to do about it.

#my writing #my fics #ben hardy x reader #ben hardy imagine #ben hardy smut #i am so ready to hear your thots #please yell at me about this

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PS, any chance I could convince you to write some fluff to balance the sad bits you've been writing? I'm worried about the consecutive angst/emo/TW stuff you've created. (Are you okay? do you need someone to be there with you?) IF and only if you feel inspired enough, maybe a "surprise we got married in the middle of quarantine" Lashton fic where no - not even Malum - knew except maybe like 2 random witnesses? -🕷

spidey anon, pat yourself on the fucking back for somehow getting me to write fluff. really can’t explain that with anything except that it is probably affected by the sheer joy i feel from listening to music with cam for seven hours straight <3 anyway. this isn’t Exactly what you said but it’s not, like, NOT what you said and i was gonna write more but then i thought i’d just never finish it and i felt like you deserved something nice so i am just going to give it to you as it is hope you enjoy

Luke finally learns why Ashton’s been restless all week when he pulls out the ring.

“No,” he says immediately, before Ashton can even open his mouth. A look of confused distress appears on Ashton’s face. “I mean, not no. Just, like, no, you aren’t proposing to me now.”

“I one hundred percent am,” Ashton says, sounding exasperated and fond. “Shut up, don’t act like you weren’t expecting it.”

“I wasn’t expecting it!” That’s mostly true. Although it doesn’t mean Luke hadn’t been hoping. “But I don’t want you to propose in quarantine, how un-romantic is that? I can’t think of anything less romantic.”

“Nothing? At all?” Ashton narrows his eyes. “I could have proposed while you were in the bathroom. Just stood outside the door and gone hey, Luke, marry me?”

Despite himself, a thrill runs down Luke’s spine at the words. “Fine,” Luke says. “That would have been less romantic, but only barely. Come on, Ashton, it’s not like being engaged is going to change anything about our situation. We’re stuck at home together anyway.”

“Yeah, but,” Ashton says, “and hear me out on this one: I’ll get to call you my fiancé.”

Luke blushes. “That’s really nothing.”

“You won’t be saying that when I’m calling you fiancé,” Ashton says smugly. “Now if I could please get on with it.”

Luke sighs. “I could always say no.”

“Then you’ll say no,” Ashton says, shrugging. “And I’ll just keep asking.”

Of course he will. Ashton’s nothing if not persistent. To a fault, some might say.

“Alright then,” Luke says, trying to sound as defeated as possible to mask the giddy feeling filling his gut. “Go on.”

Even before Ashton starts talking, Luke knows that in no universe would he ever, ever, ever be idiotic enough to refuse a marriage proposal from Ashton Irwin. And he really wouldn’t even want to.

“Alright, well,” Ashton says, and Luke notices that his knuckles are white from holding the small velvet box, and his free hand is shaking. The steadiest grip of anyone Luke’s ever known, and Ashton’s hands are shaking. It hits Luke, the enormity of this question. “First of all, I want to say that I love you. I’ll love you if you say yes. I’ll love you if you say no. I’ll love you if you break up with me and go fall in love with — with Michael.” Luke snorts. “I mean it, Luke, I really will. Like, you’re it for me. I know that’s what everyone says, but you really are. I can’t even imagine — quarantine without you. Life without you.”

“Grim,” Luke says under his breath, and Ashton laughs nervously.

“Yeah,” he says. “Grim as fuck. I’m not going to waste all my words on this, because — well, for starters because you just said you’re planning to say no, so I’ll save my really mushy romantic stuff for when I know you’ll say yes.” Luke huffs an unsteady laugh. Ashton’s hand is still shaking, and Luke reaches unthinkingly across the table and clamps it between his own palms. Ashton gives him a grateful smile. “But also because you already know it. I don’t think I need to remind you of all the reasons I love you. I will if you ask, though,” he adds, and Luke smiles. “But mostly I think the beauty of a proposal is that it’s not as much about what we have been, but what we will be. We’ve both been here for our whole relationship. You know what’s happened. I don’t need to remind you. I’m just asking if — if you want to see what it can become. What more we can be.” He takes a deep breath, and Luke squeezes his hand. “So, Luke. Cards on the table. Will you marry me?”

And it’s cute that Ashton phrases it as a question, as if there could ever be any more than one answer. Luke swallows thickly. “Of course I’ll marry you.”

“Wait,” Ashton says. “Really?”

“Of fucking course really.” Luke comes around the table without releasing his grip on Ashton’s hand. “God, stop being nervous, Ashton, I’d love to marry you, I’ll marry you literally tomorrow if you want.”

“You were going to say no,” Ashton says, sounding dazed. “What — I really thought you were serious about that.”

“Ashton,” Luke says, falling into a kneel so he can be eye level with Ashton. “I am so ridiculously in love with you I think the only thing that could stop me from wanting to marry you would be actual death. And even then, I’m pretty sure my ghost would haunt you until we figured out necromancy.”

Ashton laughs; Luke recognizes the way his shoulders fall a bit, sees the tension drain from his posture, the stress evaporate from between his brows. “Oh, the fucking ring,” he remembers, and flips the box open, pressing it into Luke’s hand. Luke gazes down at the silver ring with a growing feeling of anticipation, something akin to impatience, if it weren’t accompanied by such elation.

“It’s so pretty,” he murmurs. “Understated. Perfect.”

“I thought you’d prefer understated,” Ashton says, pink-cheeked.

Luke draws Ashton into a kiss, wondering if he can somehow diffuse the warmth pooling in his chest before it grows too hot and burns him. Ashton twists his fingers into Luke’s hair, and they stay that way until Luke’s knees start to feel sore from the tile and he has to pull back.

“I’d marry you tomorrow,” Luke repeats, breathless, and this time means it seriously. “Let’s just get fucking married, Ashton.”

“That’s the idea of the proposal,” Ashton says, freeing his hand from Luke’s hair but resting it instead on Luke’s shoulder, fingertips drumming against the back of his neck. “We can’t get married tomorrow. As much as I would love to.”

“Why not?” Luke challenges. “We don’t know when the next time we’ll be able to do a proper wedding ceremony will be. This pandemic could last another year, another two. I don’t want to wait a year to be married to you. I don’t want to wait a month, Ashton.”

“You’ve really flipped on this,” Ashton says. “Luke, our parents will kill us. Our bandmates will kill us.”

“Whatever,” Luke says. Adrenaline is racing through his veins, and love for Ashton, although if he’s honest with himself all of his blood is tinged with love for Ashton anyway, has been for years. Ashton is what keeps his heart beating. When he bleeds, it’s all love. “We can have a ceremony later, when it’s safe, I just want to be married now. My husband, Ashton Irwin. Doesn’t that sound good?”

“My husband Luke,” Ashton breathes, and Luke can see the moment he succumbs to the idea. A dry smile creeps across Ashton’s face, and he drops his forehead against Luke’s. “Luke Hemmings, my husband. God. Okay. Fine. Let’s get married tomorrow.”

There’s no stopping the grin that stretches Luke’s mouth ear-to-ear, nor the way a furious stampede of cows/horses suddenly makes itself at home in his stomach. “Getting married tomorrow!” he whisper-chants. “Mikey and Cal are going to kill us!”

“Lauren and Harry will end my life,” Ashton adds, mirroring Luke’s smile. “Your mum will have my head.”

“Oh, she will,” Luke says, nodding in agreement. “But I’ll just go, hey, mum, can you not speak to my husband that way?”

“Jesus,” Ashton says hoarsely. “That sounds so fucking good.”

Luke chews on the inside of his lip. “Might keep using it, then,” he says. “If you ask nicely.”

Ashton shakes his head, with obvious difficulty. “Get up, you absolute menace, we need to eat dinner still.”

“Fine,” Luke says. “After dinner, then.” He smirks as he pushes himself to his feet, and Ashton swallows.

“Behave,” he says sternly.

“I’m behaving!” Luke protests. “Why can’t I try and seduce my own husband-to-be?”

“Because we are having dinner,” Ashton says, rolling his eyes and pushing his chair out to retrieve their food from where it’s warming in the oven. “You can seduce me after.”

That’s a pretty fair deal, but Luke still pouts for another moment, because he has a reputation to uphold. “Hey,” he says, settling into his chair as Ashton brings the food out. “Does this make you the housewife? I feel like you do most of the cooking and cleaning.”

“I’m pretty sure that makes you the trophy husband,” Ashton returns, taking his own seat.

Luke snickers. “I can deal with that.” There are much worse things to be than Ashton Irwin’s trophy husband. That’s already a million miles above boyfriend. And frankly, any way Luke gets to be Ashton’s husband is perfect for him.

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srsly-messed-up-fruitloop · 4 years

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Supper’s Ready

Word Count: 2,033

Summary: A couple of weeks have passed since Danny’s accident with the portal. Fortunately, so far, he hasn’t experienced any symptoms at all, not even ghostly ones. Until one day, he begins throwing up ectoplasm.

Or, my take on Portal!Danny

Warning: Includes depictions of nausea and vomiting so...read at your own discretion

Read on AO3 or under the cut

Danny awoke with a groan. He clutched his stomach and squeezed his eyes together as a wave of nausea hit him. If he could, he would’ve laid there forever, curled up in a ball fighting the sick feeling in his stomach. But it kept getting worse, and worse, until his instincts drove him to blindly stumble to his bathroom. Kneeling before his toilet, he held his mouth open, wishing for whatever he ate earlier to just come out already. It felt like an eternity before his dinner left him. Panting, he laid his cheek against the toilet seat as he felt the nausea starting to subside.

He doesn’t remember the last time he threw up. Probably when he was a kid. It couldn’t have been mom’s cooking, right? He recalled the glass of milk he had before bed. It did taste a bit funky.

He stood up, sparing a glance at his dinner once again. He was just about to flush it away until something caught his eye. A single translucent drop of something that glowed brightly green. Jazz probably did have a point about not keeping the ecto-weenies in the fridge.

A couple of weeks have passed since Danny’s accident with the portal. Unfortunately, the portal remained unfunctional since the brief moment when he had activated it. At first, Jazz and his friends were extremely concerned for him. After all, he was practically electrocuted. But seeing that there were no lasting effects, over time they’ve let go of the incident. Things resumed back to normal, save for Jazz becoming a lot more protective of her little brother.

Danny flushed and rinsed the foul taste from his mouth. He made a mental note to throw out the milk in the morning as he climbed back into his sheets.

A few days later, Danny was sitting at his desk in his bedroom, struggling to understand why he kept getting this one math question wrong. He swears he’s following the same steps in the textbook example. He was just about to give up and move onto the next question when his mouth suddenly felt dry. No, not again.

Ever since that night he puked, Danny’s stomach really wasn’t having it. More and more often the sick feeling would return, except nothing came out of it. He rested his head on his homework, waiting for the nausea to pass. At this point he just wanted whatever bad food, stomach bug, or whatever to leave him already. Maybe he should ask his parents to take him to the doctor.

At that thought, his gut uncomfortably lurched and he barely grabbed his wastebasket in time. It’s a shame those tater tots from the cafeteria had to go to waste. Just when he thought he was finished, he felt a painful jolt in his abdomen and squeezed his eyes shut. He felt something, with an almost slimy-like texture pour out. The sensation of it running up his throat made him feel even sicker than he was.

He took a moment to breathe before opening his eyes again. He almost dropped the bin at what he saw. It was the same glowing green substance he saw that other night. Except this time, it took up three quarters of his wastebasket! He couldn’t even see his lunch from earlier.

Slightly panicked now, he quickly scrambled up from his desk chair to get rid of it. If Jazz saw him now, she’d never let him hear the end of it.

After flushing it away, he turned to the sink to clean himself up. But, the sight of himself in the mirror made him freeze.

He saw that green fluid, staining his white shirt as it steadily dripped from his chin. He almost gagged when he still felt it present in his mouth. But what truly frightened him was his now green irises, glowing brightly in the same intensity as the fluid.

What was wrong with him?

Ectoplasm. That’s what was inside him.

Over dinner, his dad was excitedly explaining how he had extracted the substance from a ghost. His mom joined in, explaining its scientific properties. And while Jazz expressed her disgust at bringing something like that to the dinner table, the whole conversation was lost to Danny’s ears. All he saw was the small vial his dad was showing off, containing the same substance he had been heaving out daily in the last week.

Danny was in the middle of an English test when he felt it. It wasn’t all that painful anymore, and he’s gotten used to holding it down just long enough until he could get to a washroom. Still, it always was very uncomfortable. And inconvenient, especially at times like now. He raised up his hand and cringed as Lancer stared at him suspiciously.

“Yes, Mr. Fenton?”

“Can I—uh...go to the bathroom?”

Lancer sighed as he glanced at the clock. “Fine. Please hurry back though, you only have 20 minutes left for the test.”

“Thanks Mr. Lancer,” Danny mumbled as he got up from his seat. He fought the feeling of Wes glaring a hole in the back of his head, along with the weird stares from some of his other classmates. Sam and Tucker worriedly watched as their friend left the classroom.

Alone, in the bathroom, Danny used his hands to brace himself against both sides of the stall, as he crouched in front of the toilet, wrinkling his nose at the smell. He hated doing this at school.

He counted to three and then let go, expelling the seemingly endless supply of ectoplasm within him. Every time he did this, there was always that little nagging voice at the back of his head, telling him that he really should tell someone about this. His parents should know what to do, right? But, every time he attempts to do so, he just...he can’t go through with it. Hearing them rant about their pure hatred for ghosts and the inventions they’ve created just to torture them makes his stomach lurch for a whole other reason. He knows they love him...but...what if they try to hurt him?

As for Jazz and his friends, he honestly can’t bring himself to burden them more after the portal accident. After all this time, he still occasionally sees the guilt in Sam’s eyes. Besides, who’s to say this won’t go away on its own...right?

He wiped his chin with the back of his hand after he felt nothing else coming up. However, he was greatly mistaken.

The next moment, sheer agony shot through his abdomen, causing him to lose balance and hit his back against the stall’s door. It never hurt this bad before!

His body went rigid when he felt a frightening chill freeze his insides. A burning green—almost yellow light was all that he could see as he was overwhelmed by the brutal sensation of his insides being ripped apart. His mouth was forced open by an invisible force as something else crept up his painfully inflamed throat. It wasn’t ectoplasm this time.

Panting heavily, all Danny could do was lay there against the door as the blinding light and pain gradually faded away. The first thing he saw after regaining his vision was a spectral tail disappearing into the ceiling.

“Good morning, this is Tiffany Snow reporting Amity Park’s latest breaking news. Recently, we have received several reports of ghost sightings. Witnesses have expressed that these ghosts have been trespassing their homes, destroying property, and terrorizing civillians. The Amity Police Depar…”

“Those no good specters!”

“Jack, honey, do you know what this means?”

“Of course Maddie, the town needs us!”

“But the sudden increase in ghost activity, it must mean something…”

“What are you sayin’ Mads?”

“Where would these ghosts be coming from? Natural portals don’t stay open long enough for any significant entities to escape the Ghost Zone. Unless...maybe something is causing them to stay open longer?”

“You might be onto something, gosh Mads you’re so clever! Well, better get right to sealing up those portals for good. Oh, I got the perfect idea for an invention!” Jack exclaimed as ran downstairs into the lab.

“Danny?”

Danny just realized he’d been holding his breath throughout his parents’ conversation. At the sound of his mom’s voice directed at him, he dropped his spoon. “Y-yea mom?” he stuttered as he anxiously gazed at her.

She was holding a silver-gray thermos with metallic green details. “Today, I’m packing your lunch in the Fenton thermos. We’d be horrible parents let you kids go to school defenseless. Just remember to point and push, okay?”

“Um, okay. Thanks mom,” Danny mumbled.

She kissed his head before he could protest and said, “I’m going to help your father out. Have a great day at school sweetie.”

After his mom disappeared downstairs into the lab, Danny morosely glanced at his half-eaten cereal. He’s probably not gonna keep it down anyways. Fenton thermos in hand, he grabbed his backpack and left to catch the school bus.

Danny could almost say he’s gotten used to being nauseous all the time. Now when he threw up, more often than not an actual ghost would come up. But now, the guilt from causing all the recent ghost activity grew with each passing day. Yet, no matter how much he’d tried stopping himself, all he did was make the pain even more unbearable. Something was seriously wrong with him.

One day, he recovered quickly enough to see an octopus-like ghost escape into the school’s hallways. As he exited the washroom, he saw the ghost hurling textbooks at students and scaring anyone that got near.

This was all his fault. He winced as he saw poor Mikey get his glasses knocked off his face by his own math textbook. He had to do something. Wait. Danny reached into his bag, finding the now empty Fenton thermos.

“Just point and push, right?” he muttered to himself as he took aim at the ectopus. A light blue beam shot out the thermos, enveloping the ghost and pulling it inside. Danny blinked as he noticed the small display on the flask read 25% CAPACITY.

“Huh, that was easy.”

Using the Fenton thermos to capture the ghosts really helped ease some of his guilt. However, all too soon the thermos had hit its capacity and Danny had no idea what to do with it.

He’d secretly borrowed another one from his parents and already that one was full too. He needed to figure out something quick.

“Hey dad?”

“What’s up Danno?”

“Uh...how do you get rid of ghosts?”

“Son, I’m so glad to see you taking an interest in the family business! Me and your mom are still finding out a way to get rid of those spooks for good. For now, we’ve got the Fenton Ghost Weasel and the Fenton thermos to catch them.”

“But, what if you run out of space to keep them?”

Danny’s dad scratched his head in thought. “Never really thought much about that. I guess when the time comes, we just gotta send those suckers back where they came from. Maybe by then, we’ll find those portals that are causing us all this trouble.”

Back where they came from?

By now, Danny knows that the accident with his parents’ portal had to have something to do with his...condition. And considering that all the ghosts are coming from inside him...maybe the portal did end up working after all. Except, not in the way he’d expected. He tried not to think too much about it. How an opening to an entirely different dimension was...inside him.

But, he had a more immediate problem to worry about. And as much as the solution grossed him out, he had no choice.

Currently sat on his bed, Danny stared at the two full flasks in front of him. His dad’s words rang in his ears as he unscrewed the cap off one. His stomach turned uncomfortably as he spared a glance at its contents.

Bringing up the thermos to his lips, he squeezed his eyes shut to brace himself for what he was going to do next.

Here goes nothing.

#danny phantom #PLEASE listen to Supper's Ready by Genesis #even though it has nothing to do with this #Danny Phantom Fanfiction #portal!danny #one shot #nausea tw #vomiting tw #i hope i'm not missing any important tw tags #grooveactuallywrites

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calpalirwin · 4 years

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Change Your Mind

Summary: Calum runs into an old flame

Word Count: 2.4k

And away, and away we go!

“C’mon!” Calum laughed, grabbing her hand and breaking out into a run, the night air cool on his face.

“Cal, wait!” she laughed along with him, breathless as he dragged her along. “My legs aren’t as long as yours!”

“Here!” he said, an idea coming to him. He stopped in his tracks, crouching slightly. “Hop on.”

She jumped on his back, wrapping her legs over his hips and her arms around his neck.

“Aw!” Michael’s girlfriend, Amanda, mock-pouted at the blonde, swatting at his arm. “Why can’t you carry me like that?”

Michael side-stepped away from his girlfriend. “I can either hold you, or the baby. Which is it?”

“Don’t you dare drop my baby, Clifford. That’s precious cargo.”

“Your baby? Last I checked it was our baby.”

“Cutest boy this world has ever seen!” Y/N called out from her spot on Calum’s back.

“Hey!” Calum protested, loosening his hold on her legs like he was gonna drop her.

“Calum!” she shrieked.

He laughed as he tightened his grip. “Better watch yourself.”

“You wouldn’t really drop me, would you?” Her voice was a whisper by his ear.

He tilted his head to the side to flash her a grin. “Never, baby. I’ll always catch you.”

“Mmm, you better,” she warned, kissing at his cheek.

“Fuck, this is amazing isn’t it?” Amanda asked as she laid down in the grassy field. “It’s like the whole world is spread out before us.”

“Today, high school graduates. Tomorrow… who knows! We’ll make it up as we go!” Michael said with a grin.

“Tomorrow, London,” Calum came up with his answer. “We’re gonna be rockstars, Mike.”

In that moment, staring up at the night sky, the four friends’ futures never looked brighter or more tightly intertwined.

~Ten Years Later~

“Mike? You get one of these too?” Calum asked, flashing an envelope with their high school crest on it.

“Yup,” Michael responded, not tearing his eyes away from the screen and the video game he was playing with his son, Lincoln. “Can’t believe it’s already been ten years.”

“I can,” came Amanda’s slight scoff. “We got the time stamp to prove it, Mikey.” She ruffled both her husband’s and son’s hair with either of her hands.

“You say ‘time stamp’ I say ‘son.’”

“You say ‘son’ I say ‘winner’!” the ten year old boy gloated, rising to his feet for a victory dance.

“What?!” Michael stared at the screen in disbelief, setting his controller aside. “How in the?!”

“In yo face!” Lincoln continued to boast.

“Oh, yeah?” Michael asked before charging to tickle his son’s sides while the boy broke out into a high-pitched giggle.

“Mikey, stop. The boy can’t breathe. Look, he’s turning pink,” Amanda scolded.

Michael let go, looking over at his wife innocently. “So, did you wanna go to this reunion?”

“Yeah. I’d love to see Y/N again. She hasn’t seen Link since he was a baby. Oh! And we can finally meet her daughter!”

“Babe!” Michael hissed, but the damage was done.

“Y/N has a daughter?” Calum asked, body snapping to attention.

“Yeah…” his friends admitted.

“Hmm… good for her. How old?”

“Uh…”

“How old is she?” Calum repeated, gritting his teeth, his brown eyes darkening.

“Cal…” Michael started, keeping his voice low. “She made us swear not to tell you.”

“HOW OLD IS SHE?!” Calum barked, grabbing Michael by the front of his shirt. “TELL ME!”

“9! She’s 9!” The woman told him, her voice shaking.

Calum released Michael, slumping back like he had the wind knocked out of him. “9?” he croaked, tears springing to his eyes. “Is she…?” He pointed at himself

Michael nodded. “Yeah, mate. Look, this wasn’t how you were supposed to find out...”

“How the fuck was I supposed to find out then?! You two lied to me for 9 fuckin’ years! She lied to me!”

“I know! But we didn’t want to! We begged her to tell you. But she had convinced herself it wasn’t worth bothering you about. That she’d figure out a way to tell you. Mate, you gotta believe me. We wouldn’t have hidden this from you if we had a choice.”

Calum hung his head in his hands. “I can’t believe this… I can’t believe this is happening… I think I’m gonna be sick…”

“D- do you want to see pictures?”

The man nodded, and Michael fiddled around on his phone. “I saved all the pictures into an album. Here.”

Calum took the phone in shaking fingers, slowly scrolling through someone’s lifetime. His daughter’s lifetime. “Fuck… she looks just like Y/N…”

“Funny. Y/N says she looks like you.”

“Yeah, I can see it a little in her face. Are my cheeks really that squishy?”

“Yes,” was the laughed response.

Calum sighed, passing the phone back. “So, when do we leave?”

~~~

Calum spotted her the second he walked in the hotel ballroom, nostalgia hitting him like a tidal wave. Every promise whispered on skin they had broken with goodbye flashed in his head like a movie as he made his way to her. He didn’t know if he was more angry, or just flat out crushed. “What’s her name?” he asked once he was in earshot.

“Wow. That’s gotta be a record for the Cliffords. Never were the type to keep a secret.”

“Don’t deflect the blame on them. What’s her name?”

“Ari.”

“Why?”

“Cuz she needed a name.”

Calum breathed slowly. “Why didn’t you tell me?” he rephrased.

“It wasn’t your business.”

“Wasn’t my business?! She’s my daughter, Y/N!”

“Lower your fuckin’ voice!” she snarled, looking around the room before gripping his upper arm and pushing him outside like a scolded toddler.

“I want to meet her.”

Y/N scoffed. “Yeah. Fat chance of that happening.”

“Oh, so you're just gonna keep me from her for the second half of her life, too?”

“Half of her life? She’s 9, Calum.”

“That’s halfway to 18.”

“Not everyone leaves their family at 18 like you did Cal! Some people actually stay!”

“Excuse me?! That’s why?! You kept my daughter from me out of spite?! Because I had the guts to make something of myself?! In case you didn’t notice, Mike had the same story we did, and he got to do it with his kid!”

“You think you’re the only one who could be somebody?! I’ve busted my ass for the last decade to forget about all the promises we broke! And I did it all while raising the reminder of everything we were, and everything we were too scared we could be!”

“We were supposed to be somebodies together!”

“You left me!”

“I didn’t do it on purpose! I had to do what was best for me!”

“I did too!”

“I’m never gonna forgive you for this…”

“Good thing I never asked you to.”

“Oh, I can’t believe you! Who are you protecting? Her? Or you? I’m not the bad guy here. You’re the one who made a huge ass decision about our lives without talking to me about it.”

“Kinda like you did?”

“When did I ever do something without talking about it with you first?! I asked you to come with me to London. You didn’t want to. I said let’s try to make it work. You didn’t want that either.”

“We didn’t talk through shit, Cal. You talked. But you always had your mind made up before you ever opened your mouth. And you still do.”

“Then you should know that I’ll do whatever it takes to meet her.”

“Fine. She has a soccer game in the morning. I guess you could come to that.”

“She plays soccer?”

“Of course she plays soccer. She’s yours, ain’t she? Memorial Park. 9am. Don’t you dare be late.”

“I’ll be there. And hey, you look good by the way.”

“Ew,” she scoffed, but even in the dim lighting he saw her cheeks pinken. “You look… alright I guess. Your curls always did suit you better in my opinion.”

~~~

Even if Calum hadn’t seen the pictures of Ari, he would have been able to pick her out of a crowd with her wild, dark curls held out of her face in a ponytail as she ran about the field. Calum and Y/N sat in tense, but not uncomfortable silence next to each other in the stands before Calum finally spoke up at the start of the second half. “You know you robbed me of 9 years worth of mornings like this?”

“5, actually. She’s been playing since she was 4.”

“Was talking about mornings spent watching our daughter, but I’m glad you agree with me.”

“I didn’t ‘rob’ you out of spite, Calum. I know you already made up your mind that I did. And if that’s what you’re determined to believe, I don’t particularly care all that much. Like I said last night, it’s not like I’m asking you to forgive me.”

“If you think my mind’s made up, then you shouldn’t see an issue with telling me why. Humor me.”

“It’s because we didn’t need you. And I don’t say that to hurt you.”

He scoffed. “Could’ve fooled me. Were you ever going to tell me?”

“I thought about it a lot. But the longer time went on, the harder it became. I mean, I didn’t find out I was pregnant until you were already gone. I was 18 and alone. Did I make mistakes along the way? Yeah, probably. But I did what I thought was best. And calling you up in tears so you could give up your dream of being a rockstar to rescue us wasn’t on that list. I didn’t want you to resent me more than you already did.”

“I couldn’t resent you if I tried. And trust me… I tried. You should’ve told me.”

She shrugged. “Yeah, maybe. But we didn’t need you, Cal. And you didn’t need us. And all three of us turned into the people we were supposed to be.”

“Agree to disagree. You may not have needed me, but maybe I needed you guys. And maybe the person I was supposed to be was supposed to be a dad to our daughter. And I may not be able to get these last nine years back, but I’ll be damned if I don’t get the next nine. And all the years after that.”

She shook her head, eyes rolling behind her sunglasses. “It’s not that simple, Cal. You can’t undo the damage we dealt with some inspiring words.”

“And who’s fault is that? Look, I’m not saying it’s gonna be easy. But I want to be in her life. You gotta trust me here.”

“It’s not that I don’t trust you, Cal. It’s not like you ran away. I mean, you did. But I had my chance to go with you. And I had my chance to try and make it work. And I haven’t asked you to forgive me because I don’t deserve to be forgiven. I had our two best friends lie for me because I was too scared to confront you myself. And I lied to myself by saying I was doing it for your sake. So you could live your dream. I saw how hard it was for Amanda and Michael in the beginning. I wanted better for us. And I’m willing to admit that maybe I went about it the wrong way. But playing these maybe/maybe not scenarios isn’t going to change the past.”

“I’m not looking to change the past, Y/N. I just want to be in her future. Don’t you think I have that right?”

“Yes. And that breaks my heart, Cal.”

“How does th-?” he asked in confusion, before the realization hit. “Oh… Because you made up your mind that I just want her. That I’ll never be over what you did to even contemplate wanting you too. Guess I’ll just have to change your mind.”

She blinked, not believing she heard him correctly. “Y- you want me too?”

“How could I want my daughter, and not the woman who gave her to me? Yes, I want you too.”

“Cal…” she warned tearfully. “If you’re lying, I’ll never forgive you.”

“And if I’m telling the truth?”

“I just might have to kiss you.”

“Pucker up, sweetheart. Been waiting 10 years for this kiss, so you can bet it’ll be a long one.”

“Who are you, and why are you trying to kiss my mom?” a small voice demanded.

Y/N snickered into her hand while Calum took in the girl with her hands on her hips and a fiery look in her eyes. “Ari, sweetheart, this is my old friend, Calum.”

Ari looked Calum up and down skeptically, her hands coming off her hips so she could cross her arms over her chest. “That answers the first part of my question…”

“Ari!” Y/N gasped in shock.

“What? I’m not wrong. Now, why are you trying to kiss my mom, Calum?” She cocked her head to the side waiting for an answer.

“Because that’s what adults do when they love each other,” Calum answered, taking the path of least resistance.

“No… when adults love each other they have se-”

Y/N’s eyes went wide as her hand flashed out to cover Ari’s mouth, pulling the girl towards her. “That’s enough out of you. Would you behave? Please?”

The girl huffed, rolling her eyes. “Fmm!” was the muffled response. She huffed again when her mouth was uncovered, hands brushing down the front of her jersey with unnecessary sass. “So, you love my mom?”

“Yes. Very much so.”

“Good. Because she loves you, too.”

“Oh, does she?” Calum asked with a smirk. “And how do you feel about me?”

“Mmmm… you’re alright I guess. As long as you don’t try to kiss my mom in front of me again.”

“Ari?” Y/N asked softly.

“What?! That was nice!”

“Get your stuff. I’ll meet you at the car.”

“Ew! You are gonna kiss him!” the girl squealed with a shudder, before running off to get her things.

“So, where were we?” Calum asked, rising to feet and closing the distance between him and Y/N.

“Right about here,” she breathed, stretching up on her toes to greet his lips.

“Ari! Who’s that kissing your mom?!” one of Ari’s teammates asked her as they giggled into their hands.

Both Y/N and Calum could hear the eye roll in their daughter’s voice as she answered with a sigh, “Oh, that’s just my dad.”

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pasiveagressive · 4 years

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Dancing With a Stranger / Luke Hemming

One shot full of angst loosely based on the song Dancing with a Stranger by Sam Smith and Normani

I own no rights to the music

Luke didn’t like to complicate things. That’s why his schedule was simple. Eat, sleep, work, drink, repeat. Okay maybe not necessarily in that order but the idea was the same. His life had been that way ever since he screwed up. His girlfriend of 4 years had seen him with his ex in what he is willing to admit looked to be a compromising position, and his life had been a mess ever since.

He had not actually done anything with the girl, she was all over him and he was trying to push her off and inform her that he had a girlfriend that he loved very much waiting at the bar for drinks. This didn’t change the fact Y/N had walked in at the wrong moment while he was pushed against the booth with the bimbo on his lips. She had stormed out only after cussing him out and dumping her old fashioned and his tequila all over him and the girl. Once he had finally got the girl off of him and ran after her, she was getting into the car and leaving. He had tried explaining the situation over calls, well more like voicemails but she blocked his number. By the time he had gotten home her stuff was cleared out of the drawer she had and there was a note on the kitchen counter. The note was covered in mascara tear stains and stated that she loved him and thought that he had loved her too, she went on and on about how she's sorry that she wasted her time with him and that she was sorry that she had made him unhappy. She said that they were over if that isn't obvious. Laying on top of the note is what really broke him, her apartment key. Tears landed on the piece of paper, this time coming from his eyes.

I don't wanna be alone tonight, It's pretty clear that I'm not over you

A month later Y/N wasn’t taking anyone's calls or answering texts, and no one from their tight group of friends knew where she was living. They had all agreed that going to her workplace was too far and didn’t want to be the cause of any public outbursts. He had finally let Ash drag him to a club. He needed to get out of the apartment according to him and the rest of the group. Walking into the club he went straight to the bar. Ordered straight tequila, told the guy he wanted whatever had the highest proof. It had burned going down but after two or three he was too numb to notice. That's when he saw her. The hair, and stature he was sure it had to be her. He walked up to her and asked her to dance. She said yes and pulled him onto the dance floor. Something hadn’t felt right. This girl in his arms was too tall, her hair was not the right color now that he was closer, so he flipped her around and her eyes were not the beautiful y/e/c he was in love with. He pushed the imposter away and basically ran out of the club.

Y/N had a pretty simple routine. Get up, go to work, come home, go to bed. Occasionally she would stop by her favorite coffee place however she knew that he loved black coffee from the little place almost as much as she did. She had accepted that this was now her life. She used to go out with her friends but most of her friends were his friends too and she had “lost” them in the break up. Mikey and Calum had been his friends first anyway, and Crystal was now engaged to Michael, so she obviously couldn’t make her choose between them therefore she distanced herself. They had met KayKay through Ashton so it’s obvious how that went no matter how close the two girls were. On the plus side she now had no obligations to anyone but herself.

Her coworker/ friend had finally talked her into going out some months later. Her boyfriend is a bouncer at this new club she can’t quite remember the name of. She protested but Y/F/N smacked her, yes actually smacked her and asked her if she was going to mope over this stupid guy for this rest of her life. She had been in deep thought, seriously considering it when Y/F/N smacked her again, announced that she would pick up at 9 and said if she protested again she would greatly regret it.

I wasn't even goin' out tonight, But, boy, I need to get you off of my mind

It was eight forty-five and Y/N was dressed but what she was wearing brought back so many memories, once happy now painful. This was Luke’s favorite color on her and so it was once one of her most worn dresses. She was about to text Y/F/N and make up some excuse consequences be damned when there was a knock at her door. Y/F/N told her how smoking hot she looked and then continued to drag Y/N out of her apartment. On their way Y/N decided that this was for the best, she didn’t want to be hung up on him the rest of her life and the best way to avoid that would be to hook up with someone else. When they arrived at the club Y/F/N pulled Y/N straight up to the bouncer, gave him a quick kiss and then walked in. Y/F/N ordered the two of them shots of what Y/N wasn’t sure. All she knew was that she loved the way it was making her feel. They went on to the dance floor and were dancing together. Until a tall, dark and handsome man came up behind her. Her friend took that as her cue to leave and went to find her bouncer boy she supposed, but didn’t really care. All she cared about was how good this man's lips felt against her neck. She turned in his arms and kissed him. This man was a sloppy kisser and she didn’t feel the sparks that she felt when she kissed him. The sparks that she felt when she kissed Luke. No she would push his name out of her mind all she would think about is this handsome stranger in front of her.

Dancing with a stranger

It was a year after the incident when Y/N got the invitation in the mail. “You are cordially invited to the Wedding of Michael Gordon Clifford and and Crystal Leigh Lauderdale on August 24th 2020”. Tears sprang to her eyes. She was so happy for her old friends, but she hadn’t spoken to any of them in almost a year, and she wasn’t sure why she was even on the invite list or how they got her address. She does suppose if they had bothered Y/F/N enough her best friend would have given the address to anyone who said that they used to be part of her life, something she would definitely be talking to the girl about later. She had been deep in thought when arms wrapped around her from behind. Her tall, dark and handsome from six months ago at the club. He asked her what was in her hands and she explained. He smiled, taking it from her and RSVPing her and a plus one. She teased him “oh you're sure you’re sticking around that long?” he had just smiled and put it to be sent out.

Y/F had given Y/N’s address to Crystal she later found out. She rolled her eyes at her best friend and asked what if it had been a serial killer with which Y/F responded with a smile, “then I would have gotten to steal your leather jacket”. Of course later on the girls coffee run they ran into someone else from Y/Ns past. Y/F got to meet Ashton and KayKay. It was awkward and they all wanted to get out of there as quickly as possible except for the girl at her side who just kept talking and talking and talking. Y/N finally told Y/F that if they weren't back in fifteen minutes they were going to get fired, which Y/F tried to say was bologna because Y/N was the boss but she didn’t get the chance as Y/N was basically ripping her arm off pulling her away.

August 1st Y/N and her boyfriend were at dinner and they saw Michael and Crystal. They talked for about ten minutes before Michael mentioned that they had other reservations to get to but they were very excited they were going to be able to come to the wedding. Y/N smiled what she had hoped would be a convincing happy smile and wished them well. What she wasn’t vocalizing is that once upon a time she would have been Maid of Honor in said wedding and she so wanted to ask if Bryana Holly was doing a good job. But she lost that right, so she kept quiet.

August 20th Y/N caught her boyfriend with another woman. She royally flipped out on him and yelled that they were done, and then she went home and called Y/F and cried. Was there something wrong with her? Was she not good enough in bed, not pretty enough, not thin enough? Y/F yelled at her through the phone to get her act together and stop acting like a 15 year old. She told her to take the night, eat lots of ice cream and watch The Fault in Our Stars, but tomorrow she would not let any man get to her. She agreed to Y/Fs terms through tears and hung up. Tomorrow would be better but tonight she would cry.

August 24th Crystal and Michael’s wedding. She was so nervous. She asked Y/F to come with her and the girl had obliged mostly to keep Y/N from drinking too much and puking all over Crystal’s beautiful white dress. Y/N didn’t mind though anything to keep her from facing her past alone. They walked into the church and there was a really awkward moment when the usher asked them bride or groom and Y/N’s brain had no idea what was going on, she just stood there like a fish out of water and Y/F had to reply bride for her even though technically she could sit on either side. They are seated. Michael walks in followed by the bridal party, she knows that everyone of her old friends will be walking down the aisle, including him. Ashton walks down with KayKay, then Calum and his sister Mali- Koa, finally it’s him, Luke, looking so damn perfect. She still knows everything about him and wishes she could forget it but not everyone can flush a four year relationship down the drain so easily. On his arm is the Maid of Honor Bryana, slightly confusing Y/N, Michael had made Luke his Best Man? He has found her in the crowd and locks eyes with her. She wants to look away but can’t find it in herself to. She knows she shouldn’t but she still loves him, with every piece of her she still loves the golden man walking down the aisle. She sighs. She completely missed the ring bearer and flower girl as the processional music begins to play and Crystal walks into the church mom on one side dad on the other. Crystal looks stunning but she keeps wanting to look at Luke. She shakes her head at herself stupid stupid Y/n no more boys. Especially ones that have already broken your heart.

The reception was beautiful. Although she didn’t really expect anything less from Crystal and she was sure that KayKay had something to do with it as well. Y/F was watching her very closely and counting how many drinks she had when Calum came over to them. Cal had been like a brother to Y/N as had all the boys before everything went down so she had to really keep herself together when they hugged. They talked for a bit and Y/N asked him about the tour and if he had found anyone yet. The latter made him roll his eyes but he answered anyway he knew better than to approach the subject of his best friend and lead singer but he did tell her he missed her. He left to go talk to someone else. The night progressed pretty flawlessly, Y/N and Y/F kept to themselves and didn’t get up to dance or talk to anyone. They were actually about to call it a night when Mitchy Collins, a good friend of the band and once upon a time herself asked Y/N to dance. She didn’t want to be rude so she agreed. But she wished she hadn’t the next song that had come on was Luke and hers. Nobody But You by Blake Shelton and Gwen Stefani. She had almost gotten through the night without hearing it however it was too good to be true. She held back the tears as she put her arms on Mitchy’s shoulders although the shoulders seemed too tall to be Mitchy. She looked up and froze. There he was. Luke Robert Hemmings. She tried to pull away but he held her, and begged her to hear him out. He was still in love with her. He had never stopped loving her, and that night was not what it had looked like. She wanted to believe him she really did but she knew that before her it was a different girl every week if not every night, so why should she believe him. And she said this to him. He agreed with her that his track record wasn’t the best but she had changed him and she hadn’t even looked at another girl after her. Except one he admitted, he told her about the night that he danced with the stranger at the club, and that is when she kissed him.

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undercoverwizardninjaturtle · 4 years

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I Forgot How To Breath: A Shattered ROTTMNT Fanfiction

Summary: A Shattered Prequel, Donnie’s not the only one who needs help from time to time.

Word count:: 1,424

Pairing:Don’t you know me at this point? Wait you don’t? Oh then none, less then none

It was getting harder to breathe. Not because of some illness catching up to him, or because he was in any sort of distress. Believe it or not, the source of his breathing difficulty came from the Lou Jitsu Analog Watch he had refused to be more than three feet from for the past hour. Instead choosing to pace in front of it, glancing at it every so often

“Leo they’re fine.”

He didn’t have to look over his shoulder to know Donnie was standing behind him, arms crossed with an annoyingly flat look on his face that didn’t’ betray anything other than minor annoyance. “Mikey Dad and Raph left the convention six hours ago. Even if Raph stayed behind to take more selfies with a cosplayer they should have been back by now. And they’re not responding to our texts. Mikey promised me they’d respond no matter how many times I texted them. “

“They’re also with Dad.”

“Dad isn’t perfect, remember when he got into a fight with that Lou Jitsu Impersonator who said Lou Jitsu was straight? He could have gotten arrested. Again.”

His immediate brother gave off a tired sigh, “I don’t suppose you don’t want to sit at the tv at least where’s there’s a rug? You’re going to get dizzy and fall into the toilet again

“I’m not afraid of the toilet” He said with a narrow of his eyes. Turning back to his vigilance. Honestly he would of given the missing family members a call except eh had no reception, usually they had no problem with cell service but in Winter their network always took a nose dive (A problem that kept Donnie up late at night trying to fix for the past eight years now). Truth was that Donnie and Leo should have been with their family except that the two had been unjustly grounded (ok so they had cooked Spaghetti for dinner and slipped Splinters tail in it, so he took a bite out of himself). He looked back to the analog clock for the fifth time in ten seconds

Were they ok?

What if something happened? What if Splinter had been arrested? What if Raph had got stranded alone and went weird again? What if Mikey had an appendix burst and they had to try and get him into a hospital without alerting anyone they were mutants? What if Mikey had fallen into a portal and ended up in a world made entirely of unblemished blank walls and refused to leave unless he painted all the walls

His heart was beating a mile a minute, the seconds of the clock seemed to have come to a complete stop. and squeezed his eyes shut. HE knew he was being childish; he knew he was being stubborn. Every time he thought of walking away that annoying voice return, telling him the same thing every time

That they were gone

They were gone forever. Taken, they were all that was left. Alone, they were all alone, now weren’t they? The only ones of their kind, in an unforgiving city. Splinter was the only one of them who had regular access to money in a way Splinter kept secret, Donnie and Leo had their allowances but that wouldn’t last forever. They’d have to find a way to make a living. Could they move in with April? NO April had her parents who had no idea of their existence. OR worst what if their family needed them and they were still in New Jersey? He KNEW nothing good ever came out of going to Jersey. This was all his fault, pranking Dad had been his idea, fi he and Donnie were there latest they’d all be together-

Every second of the clock was another second part of his family was missing

Every second of the clock was another second of his worst fears becoming reality

Every second of the clock was another second his heartbeat was getting faster

HE was so focused the clock that when something large and flat fell over his head, covering him in darkness. Even though he was only a few months from becoming fourteen he let out the most immature shriek and thrashed around a few moments until he finally poked his head free in pure confusion till he saw Donnie with a bundle of blankets in his arms, he set one stack aside before taking the biggest and thickest one and flapping it out by the corners so it lay flat,” Come on Leo, if we’re sitting here all night we might as well be comfortable.”

Leo looked back to the bundle of blankets, “Don come on- “

“No don’t’ be stupid, I’m not going to sit in the living room all night by myself while you watch the door all night on a cold floor. I’m not heartless. So, stop being a child and make a fort with me.”

At first Leo was content with being a child, but when Donnie pulled out his limited edition glow in the dark Bluetooth Lou Jitsu sheets, he begrudgingly took the other edge and helped him unfold it (while not thinking about how Donnie had never EVER used these sheets, not even when Leo had the Double Grade Rat flu and begged for them on his supposed death bed)

So instead he grabbed a few extra pillows “No one said you were- “but even so he was welcomed with another blanket being thrown over his head. Thankfully without being in a panic, he freed himself intime to see Donnie pull over a beanbag chair and sit by his side in his favorite purple hoodie, “Pick out a movie to watch on the tablet, I’m bored.”

“what about the internet? I thought the last snowstorm knocked it out.”

“I downloaded them ahead of time, so we’d have something to watch. Just pick something, just so long as it’s not Jupiter Jim Sails the Seven Galaxies.”

OF course, Donnie had the worst taste in movies. Even so he turned on Lou Jitsu in ‘Its ok to cry’ (which was a way cooler movie then it sounded)’ “It’s kind of weird, you know?” he said as the credits rolled in, “I get so used making sure you’re ok, it’s kind of weird when the tables are turned right?”

Don had just poked his head back into their pillow fort, but made sure to roll his eyes, “what exactly do you mean by that?”

“You know, I’m usually the one who looks after you bro. I make sure you don’t’ get overwhelmed or flustered or calm you down.” Leo was already enjoying digging into one of the chip bags Don had brought over. He was so into shoving as many chips into his mouth as possible he didn’t see Don’s exasperated face slowly unclench and his intelligent eyes glanced away, looking to his hands. If Leo had been looking at him, if anyone had been looking at him, they would have asked him why he suddenly looked so sad. And if anyone had asked, he would have answered, with a question of his own

‘Am I really such a burden to everyone?’

But instead when Leo finally pulled his head free of the bag, Donnie threw a pillow at his face with a battle cry with all the skill of someone who spent most of their life learning how to mask their feelings. The ensuing pillow fight was full of laughter, and the breaking of lamps (eventually they would all be repaired with all the gum Leo and Donnie could chew) and overall, it was a fun night. IT was enough to finally ease Leo’s anxiety, and he didn’t even remember that Raph Mikey and Splinter were gone till they finally got a text a few hours later saying that they were holed up in a hotel because of the weather. Leo unleased d full smile and cheered nearly tackling Donnie over. They would return by the next day, and only for Donnie and Leo to get grounded again for breaking so many lamps, and time went on. Yet occasionally, Don would get that same sadness in his eyes. After his meltdowns, after he’d get overwhelmed and Leo would help him, when he was sure no one was looking. And it would drive him to ask Sunita about the store just for Yokai. To take a challenge he wasn’t sure he had been ready for. That question that would haunt him

‘Is that all you think I am? ‘

A/n

I dont’ usually do authors notes like this, but i’m making a exception. I know right now the world is scary. I wish i could offer you some sort of comfort that would last more then a few seconds. But in truth? None of us know what tomorrow will be like, but I can promise that this will eventually become a memory as all things do. I’m going to write as much as I can, even if it only helps one person because that one person will be worth it. Even though I’m one of the ‘essential workers’ right now (retail)

And as cliche as it sounds we are all in this together

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kaleidescope-writes · 4 years

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Heart of Audrilluria- Chapter XVII; Bitter Reality

Modern Fairytale AU

Prince King!Tom Hiddleston x Thief! Reader

The jet’s door opened welcoming both sisters back to the solemn reality they’d always known. Stepping out, they made their way to the car waiting for them on the other side of the landing platform of the private airport. As they walked side-by-side with their luggage in their hands, Y/N looked over to Amelie. “So we’re back,” she uttered weakly. Amelie gave her a cold glare, briefly before turning back to the car in front of them. “I refuse to speak to you until our little problem is fixed,” Amelie replied bitterly. They continued to walk in silence, nearing their ride with every step. As soon as they reached the car, Y/N opened the door to the back seat, allowing Amelie to enter first. The driver took their luggage and put it in the trunk. Once inside, the car started and their drive began. It wasn’t the limo they were used to, but they had to accept the fact that they were no longer in Audrilluria. After yesterday, it became a distant memory.

They rode in silence for about five minutes before Y/N turned to Amelie, “We have to talk about this eventually.” Amelie sighed, looking away from the window and glaring at Y/N. “What do you want to talk about? The fact that you decided to steal the replica? Or that you broke the necklace and left the jewel? Or maybe you want to talk about the fact that we now have to pay someone $10,000 to replace something you had in your grasp but decided to leave behind because you couldn’t do that to the love of your life. Which do you want to talk about, dearest sister?” she spat.

“Ok look,” Y/N started, “it wasn’t my fault the replica broke as I was putting it in the carrier bag. I’m not responsible for making a weak bracket that caused the gem to fall out.” Amelie’s eyes widened in a hateful surprise. “And what about the rest?” she almost yelled, “What about you getting attached? Was that not your fault too?”

“Yes!” Y/N cried out, loud enough to make the driver flinch slightly. “That is my fault. Because for a moment, a small blissful moment, I thought I could be more than that poor orphan that was forced to steal from people for a slice of bread everyday. For once, I thought that I could just be normal and experience normal things.”

Amelie sighed heavily. She shook her head and turned to look at the window. “I don't want to do this now. Let’s just get to Andrew’s and get this over with.” Y/N let her head drop, giving up. They continued their ride in complete silence, each sister having their own drowning thoughts that made the silence tense.

Their ten minute drive finally came to an end, reaching their handler’s place. The car came to a complete stop and both sisters got out. “We’ll be in there for a few minutes. Keep the engine running,” Y/N said to the driver before making her way to the door, Amelie following close behind. Opening the door and stepping in, Y/N made her way to the furthest display case in the jewelry store. Amelie rang the bell and they waited for Andrew.

“Sorry, we’re closed today due to a family emergency,” Andrew hollered from the backroom on the other side of the display case. “This is a family emergency,” Y/N replied. They heard shuffling before Andrew appeared in the doorway of the backroom. “Well, well, well,” he began, “If it isn’t the infamous L/N sisters. Where’s the heart?” “It’s nice to see you too,” Amelie spoke in a sarcastic tone, “And the heart is in Audrilluria. What we have is the incomplete replica.”

Y/N put the bag she’d been carrying on the display case. She opened it, revealing the well kept replica that was missing the blue heart. Even without its center jewel, it was beautiful. Andrew marveled in its beauty before picking it up to examine the missing piece. He looked at every detail carefully, taking in the craftsmanship and already forming ideas in his head. After a moment, he spoke “The jewels are sapphire replicas and the chain is steel painted to look like gold. The brackets are a bit weak, which is what caused one to break so easily. All in all, the necklace was made to be displayed, not worn. I can fix this within 24 hours and it will look good as new.”

“I knew you could get this done,” Y/N praised, “We’ll see you tomorrow with the $10,000 ready.” Both sisters turned to leave, walking the same path they took to meet with Andrew. Exiting the shop, they made their way back to the car and got in. "I really hope this works," Amelie commented as they drove off, "Otherwise Vie will kill us both."

“They’re here!”

Y/N and Amelie got out of the car only to be attacked by a swarm of seven children hugging their legs, pulling their arms, and jumping up and down excited for their return. “Hey guys!” Amelie smiled as the driver took their luggage out of the trunk. “We missed you so much!” a brown haired, green eyed boy exclaimed. All of the children that surrounded them were between the ages of five and twelve. They were the kids that weren’t lucky enough to end up in an actual orphanage. Y/N and Amelie were the oldest. This was home.

“Mother Vie is waiting for you,” said a small voice coming from six year-old Michael. “We’ll go in a moment, Mikey,” Y/N said softly, internally dreading the moment they have to face that wretched witch. Their luggage was handed to them, but quickly taken away by the older children as they insisted they could take it. Hesitantly, they made their way through the dry leaves covering the floor and approached the old house that seemed to be falling apart a little more each day. One of the columns holding up the roof of the porch was almost completely leaning out of place. The majority of the windows were either broken or replaced with a wooden plank. It looked as if no one was living there. No one should be living there. Especially not children.

They made their way up to the stair-less porch and climbed up an old, wooden box they’d use to get inside. The box itself was almost as worn as the house. They walked up to the door and Amelie knocked as hard as she could. Y/N stood next to her, waiting for Mother Vie to open the door for them. She looked up at the hole in the ceiling. She could see what was once the house’s balcony. The Balcony. She shook her head, not wanting to return to her grieving state.

The door swung open, revealing an older woman dressed in clothes that looked maybe a few days old. “My girls!” She exclaimed, opening her arms seemingly to hug them. “Mother Vie,” they both responded bitterly. Vie stepped aside to let them in, still keeping that bright smile that had mysteriously appeared on her face when she saw them. They walked through the old, worn out house with broken furniture that barely stood and uncleaned floors and walls.

Hell. They’d returned to hell.

“How was Audrilluria?” she asked, stopping in front of a seemingly newly purchased recliner and sitting down. “It was an experience,” Amelie said in the same tone as before. Vie shook her head, still keeping the unsettling smile from earlier, “I’m sure the entire time you were gone, you were missing home!” Home. Is that what this is?

The sisters just smiled forcibly. They didn’t want to be here again. Especially not with her. She was the one that picked them up from off the streets and took every opportunity she had to remind them about it. She was the one that forced them to become thieves. She was the reason behind years of hell and torture.

“May we get to our room?” Y/N asked after a moment, “It was a long flight and we’re both exhausted.” Vie laughed, “Of course! We’ll talk about the pay at dinner. Tonight, everyone eats. Only to celebrate your success!” Both sisters gave her a false grateful smile before almost rushing to their room. The children were already waiting for them inside with their luggage.

The room was small enough to be considered a small closet. For furniture, there were only two twin beds, two dressers, and a single broken mirror. Nothing compared to their suite in Audrilluria.

“Tell us about the fairytale kingdom!” Mikey exclaimed, sitting on the floor with his legs crossed. The other children began to chant in agreement. “Ok, ok,” Amelie gave in, making them quiet down. “I won’t tell you all the adult stuff,” she began, giving a smirk in Y/N’s direction, “But I will tell you that Y/N fell in love with her charming prince.” The younger children began to squeal while the older children looked in a mix of disgust and awe. Y/N turned to give Amelie a look of sadness mixed with surprise. “Can you tell us about it?” Mikey asked eagerly. “No,” Y/N dismissed softly, “I can’t talk about that.” Amelie smiled to her, “Oh come on Y/N. Please!” The children followed her lead and soon, she gave in.

“Ok, fine,” she said, sitting on the bed next to her suitcase. “His name is Thomas. He’s the nicest, most lovable person I’d ever met,” Y/N recounted, “He is well spoken and sweet and I fell for him so fast.” The children listened eagerly from their places on the floor. “How well spoken is he?” one of the older children, Daya, asked eagerly. “Well,” Y/N thought for a moment, “I have a note he sent me in my bag.” Suddenly, they began to chant for her to read the note. Y/N rolled her eyes, reaching into her bag and taking out the note. She began to read; “Dearest Y/N, I hope you can accompany me to the gardens this afternoon to continue to establish our friendship. I didn’t see much of you yesterday and would like to make it up today. Please meet me in the Gardens. In the same place I showed you the first time.”

The room resonated with “aw’s” coming from everyone, even Amelie. “How did you meet him?” ten year old Allie asked. “Well,” Y/N began, a tear slowly forming in her eye as she remembered everything that happened. “When we arrived at the castle, he and his family were waiting for us.”---

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“Thomas, you can’t keep avoiding us,” Charles called into the office where Thomas stood leaning over a desk, looking at a stack of papers with the information of all the employees that worked in the castle. “I’m not avoiding anyone,” he responded, not sparing him a single glance, “I’m doing my job as king.” Charles sighed, stepping further into the office, “Well you could at least notify me of your game plan.” Thomas fixed his posture, standing up straight and motioning to the papers. “These are the resumes of all the employees that work or have worked in the castle. I’m going through them to look for anything that seems out of place. I know for a fact she didn’t work alone. If my hunch is right, someone in this stack of resumes knows who she really is and where to find her,” he explained.

“I thought you said you never wanted to see her again,” Charles questioned, eyeing the papers. “I don’t,” Thomas replied simply, “I’m merely doing my job as king. She stole from Audrilluria and I intend to lock her up for it. My past personal attachment has nothing to do with this. She is a criminal and she must pay for her crimes against my kingdom.” Charles looked at him in surprise. He’d thought for sure Thomas would still be broken about all this. How much does someone’s heart have to break in order for them to put aside their feelings and focus on making them pay? With the way Thomas was acting, he was sure he’d find out soon enough.

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A/N: I don’t have much to say about this one other than I really hope you enjoyed it!! I promise all will be resolved soon!! Anyway, what did you think? Feel free to let me know as feedback is always accepted and encouraged. Thank you guys so much for all the support, comments, and messages!! I love you all and I can’t wait to get to the Verdict!! See you tomorrow for the Chapter 18 preview!!! Lots of love and please stay safe!!!

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nachohypno · 4 years

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Pine’s College Jocks 2 Ch. 5 - Just watch and be nice

Something was… off.

I was standing on the living room, like any other day.

But, I couldn’t move my body, only my head.

I looked around after I noticed that little handicap. I could hear some voices to my right, so I just looked that way and noticed an awful sighting.

Three persons were in the room with me, a few meters away.

Leo was standing there, meanwhile Gary and Mike were on their knees in front of him. Gary was smiling with a bit of drool coming out of his mouth, his eyes glassy as he drawled loyalty and devotion to Leo.

Mike was shaking. Like he didn’t want that to happen to him. I wanted to move, but I couldn’t. I wondered what was going on, until I noticed Mike closing his eyes.

A tear dropped from one of his eyes as he whispered my name. A few seconds later, a smile crosses his face as his glassy eyes looked up at his new master, swearing his devotion and love to him.

I felt a weird pain on my chest. I was hurt, I could feel my heart breaking at the sight of my best friend and boyfriend abandoning me after being mind-controlled by another guy.

A few seconds later, I opened my eyes.

I was on my bed, as Mikey hugged me. I noticed my face was wet and my eyes were teary. Fuck, it was just a nightmare.

I grabbed my phone to check the time. 3 am.

Just a stupid nightmare, I guess.

“Pine…” Mike mumbled, as I noticed that my phone had the brightness maxed, and it shined on his face. “…Is everythin’ a’ight?”. His sleepy voice suggested that I woke him up by accident.

“It’s nothing, just a weird dream” I told him, before placing the phone back at the night table and laying back down, as Mikey hugged me again. “Mike?”

“Hmm?”

“I love you” I said, before closing my eyes.

The guy leaned in to kiss me, before answering “I love you too, bro… let’s get some sleep…”

I dozed off, trying to take the nightmare out of my mind.

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Next morning, I didn’t want to get up. I was tempted to stay in bed the whole day, just being hugged by Mike and not thinking about anything.

He seemed to have the same idea as I did, because he hugged me tighter and showered my face with kisses.

“Morning bro” he mumbled, in between kisses. I smiled, until I felt him pulling away and getting up. I opened my eyes and looked at him go, feeling a bit betrayed.

“Good morning” I mumbled, as he smiled at me before walking out of the room in his undies.

A week passed since the Luke incident, since I paused completely the sports club plan. I spoke to Leo a few times, but told him to give me some space to think about stuff. He understood it, and told me to call him if I needed anything.

I reluctantly got up too, and tidied my pajama a bit, before following Mike. “Hey bro!” He loudly asked from the kitchen as I walked in the living room. “Did you wake up last night or I dreamed it? I can’t remember if it actually happened!”

I rubbed my head a bit, before walking into the kitchen “You don’t need to scream…” I yawned “…Yeah, had a nightmare and woke up. It was pretty intense, but nothing important”

But he seemed to wake up a bit goofy today. That, or he wanted to cheer me up. “Awww, really bro?” He left the mug he had on his hand and walked up to me, pressing my cheeks with his hands like an old grandma. “Are ywou wonna cwy?” And now he tried to imitate a little baby to mock me.

Before I could complain, he leaned in and kissed me, when the coffee machine made its usual ‘beep’ sounds, stating it was ready.

“Jerk” I told him, after he let go of me. I was pretty much used to his prankster side, had to live with it for half of my life and it was one of my favorite things about Mikey.

The guy would try really hard to make you laugh if he saw you sad (Unless he outs you at school, that is. His prankster side gets muffled by the ‘Don’t get anywhere near me’ instinct)

He turned to me as he kept walking backwards “I love you too”, finishing the statement with a wink and a smile, before turning around again to finish with the breakfast preparations. “Any plans for today? I thought about inviting a few bros over for the day. So awesome to have a few days without classes to rest, bro!”

I walked up to him and rested my back against the wall. Still thinking about the nightmare, I decided what to do “I thought about inviting Leo with me to catch the next coach. Probably one of the guys at campus, to avoid dragging random people into my mess. Hoping it actually works out this time and it’s not one of my dumb ideas”

Mike looked at me, frowning. “Hey, don’t talk about yourself like that. You’re brilliant, bro. One of the smartest guys I know, just as smart as Neil!” Neil was this guy he met during freshman year. Apparently, the football team used to have a system with the nerdy guys.

They did their essays in exchange for arranging dates with some hot girls. It was quickly dropped after my takeover of the team, of course. The team now help the guys without expecting anything in exchange.

Mike took the time to get to know his “designated nerd”, and they became nice friends afterwards.

“But seriously now, you’ve been doing a lot of great stuff with your powers, and that’s no dumb shit bro. Give yourself some credit or I’ll make you” He tried to sound menacing, holding his fist up, but his angry face quickly turned into a smile, then a laugh. “Sorry, can’t be angry at you. But you get my point, right?”

I nodded, a bit nervous about his sudden need to defend me from myself. It was weird. “S-sure, I do”

He smiled at me, and leaned in to kiss my cheek “Perfect, babe. Now, want some coffee and bacon?”

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I waited at the campus entrance, I had an idea for the next coach, to focus on local people rather than going around the city and potentially fucking an innocent person’s life, as you do.

I couldn’t take the nightmare off my mind, but that was probably a product of my nervousness.

I grew to see Leo as a threat to myself, and my friends. But that’s not what I wanted at all, a war between mind controllers is the last thing I would want, and I had a feeling that Leo wouldn’t like that either.

So far, he had this… childish man attitude that resulted annoying and in the same time, mildly dangerous.

I mean, first, he erased the coach’s personality when I wanted to… ‘ask’ him to work for me in the sports club. Second, he somehow crossed paths with Luke and made him want to suck me off ‘to compensate for all the wrong he did to me’, having him break into my house during the process.

Both of those times I’ve been able to fix things as best as I could, but I preferred not to see things getting out of control.

My objective of today was the rugby coach, and my chosen partner was the friendly Sigma Nu frat president. He was the rugby team’s captain, and I felt more at ease having him around for this day.

And for Leo, I invited him over to see how I work, maybe he could take notes and would understand a bit more what our differences are?

I shook my head for the fifth time as the nightmare replayed on my mind. I hated it, but it wasn’t Leo’s fault. Just my mind playing tricks on me, huh.

“Yo!” I heard a familiar voice say. I noticed Leo just got off his car and walked towards me. “So nice to hear from you, never answered if you liked my present”

“I’m… I don’t have the energy to reprimand you for that,” His face turned into a slight frown, but can you blame me?! “But I’d like to pretend that the Luke incident never happened, and spend another day with you”

“Yas!” He said, throwing a punch to the air. Huh, he seemed really happy today. I noticed he wasn’t wearing his usual preppy clothes, but rather some jock-ish clothes. He had a fitted purple tee and some black leggings with white streaks at the side.

He looked like ready to hit the gym, so I guess I just interrupted his workout session and he thought I was more important than working out.

…I blushed at the thought, and I felt embarrassed for being so idiot to not ask him what was he doing before asking him to go with me.

But again, it was difficult to be kind with the guy when I had a nightmare involving him playing on loop in my mind.

“We’ll be doing another part of my plan today,” He raised an eyebrow, with curiosity “But, I’m leading today. I think our styles are really different and… I’d like to show you how’s my work style” I explained, as he listened intently.

He shrugged “Sure thing, man. I’ll remain behind ya and enjoy the show”

I nodded. Huh, that was easier than I expected.

“Great, c’mon. I asked a friend to come with us too, he’s at the frat house” I motioned him to follow me, and he did.

Funny enough, even when he was older, he looked just like some of this place’s freshmen jocks. He didn’t seem really old; he could totally pass as a 20 years old student if he wanted.

We went on our way, but he seemed to be pretty lost. Good thing I spent a year and a quarter here, I’m pretty familiarized with the campus.

It’s been a while since I’ve been in the frat house. It looked as good as always, which seems impressive since it’s managed by a lot of party jocks, but they followed the rules like their lives depended on it.

A surprising thing, but I really liked it. It made me a proud frat bro!

Aiden came out from the front door as we were about to go inside. “Yo, bro” He said, extending his fist for a bump. He was wearing a soccer team uniform, with the usual red and gold colors, long socks, knee pads and gloves for the hands.

We fist bumped, then he kept walking to the soccer field. He was wrestler, but his friend Connor (The soccer team’s captain) asked for help with some strategies and practice.

“A friend, I assume” Leo mumbled, as we walked inside the frat house.

“Yup, he helped me when I was trying to join this frat. We kept hanging out afterwards, he’s awesome” I turned to him after closing the door. “You have to wait here, sorry; I’ll go get Max”

He nodded, and held his hands up “I know how frats work, mate. I’ll just stay here and won’t control anyone. May be hard if all your mates turn out to be really cute jocks”

“Well, yeah. It’s kind of my thing, most of the people I know are jocks” I shrugged, before walking upstairs and going deeper into the house. I passed besides Mike’s room and felt a bit nostalgic. I smiled at the memory of my boyfriend preparing a DIY prom night for us at the room after I passed out last year.

A few guys ‘bro nodded’ at me as I passed by, until I reached the president’s room. I knocked on the door, and waited for a response. They were cool, I mostly liked my fellow frat brothers.

“Comin’!” I heard Max yell from the inside. A few loud footsteps later and the guy opened the door. “Oh hey, bro. Need something? Wanna have a drink?” He moved aside to let me in while pointing to his mini-fridge beside his bed, as I entered. He was wearing a black and grey V-neck tee, and some pajama pants.

“Uhm, no, thanks” Way too early to drink alcohol. “I was wondering if you could come and help me get the rugby coach under control?” Two years and that never stopped sounding weird.

He shrugged “Sure, sounds good!” I like that my slaves think it’s completely normal to help me out with my plans.

I can walk in the football team’s locker room and tell them ‘Hey guys, drop all the plans you might have, we are having a smash tournament with lots of fucking in my place instead!’ and they would be like ‘Yeah, whatever you say coach!’, with big smiles on their faces before resuming their bro chat.

Before we left the room, Max changed his pants to something more proper, then followed me back to the public lounge.

Leo looked at us as we walked down the stairs, waiting by the door. He seemed pretty bored, but hopefully he’ll have some fun with us today.

“Leo, this is the Sigma Nu’s president Max. Max, this is my friend Leo-”

He interrupted me, and extended his hand to Max. “Hey, I want a long ass title too… What about ‘President of LeoCorp’ Leo?”

“What is LeoCorp?” I asked, with curiosity. I was a bit annoyed since he interrupted me again, but decided to shrug it off in the attempt to get more info about him.

“I’ll tell you later, we have a coach to get, bud” He answered, before turning his attention back to Max.

Max shook hands with him “Nice to meet ya, man. And yeah, coach Geoff should be at his office. He has a meeting in a few hours and he’s preparing what he’s going to discuss.”

I nodded, as we headed outside. “Better get going then, anything you’d like to say about the coach, Max?” I wondered how the other coaches of this college were. Apparently, Peter was one of the worst ones before I arrived, but some of the other coaches weren’t so bad.

Geoff, for example, had an AMAZING reputation around campus. He’s like the fun uncle of the rugby team, joking with them and joining practices as a player from time to time.

Every player talked highly of him, because according to Max “Unlike other coaches, our coach prefers to reach good results by making us trust in each other like a big brotherhood, or family. It works pretty well, even if we don’t win, we have a lot of fun and adrenaline in each game”

Honestly, he sounded like a great guy, so I wanted to take the consent approach first. Maybe he’d join the sports club willingly and everything! I still would have to give him the special drink, but that’s because it would be to make him think it’s normal for the other coaches to be under my control, too.

Leo was amazed to learn that we were getting a rugby coach. My suspicion was correct, and he apparently was a rugby player before! He and Max seemed to get along pretty well after that came out, “Always good to meet a fellow rugby mate!” Leo said, before hugging Max tightly.

We arrived the rugby team’s locker room. I think that giving each team their own locker room was a great idea. That way, I don’t have to worry about anyone walking in while my players are getting a bit dirty between each other.

Past the empty locker room, there was the coach’s office. Leo gave me thumbs up before Max knocked the door.

“One second!” A deep voice said from the inside. Max already knew what to say, so today’s part was going to be really easy.

He opened the door, and greeted the team’s captain with a warm hug. “Max! So nice to see you, but we don’t have any scheduled practice, right?” Huh, he seems really chilled.

“Nah coach, just a proposal a friend of mine wanted to make you. Can we go in a discuss it? Seems to be a pretty good one!” Max said, pretty excitedly. Leo just remained silent and enjoyed the show, just as he said before.

Coach Geoff motioned us to come inside, and sat on his desk with a friendly smile. Max was right, he seemed like some kind of proud daddy. He seemed to be near Leo’s age, probably older though.

Dark brown hair with a few white ones at the front, normal brown eyes, a few wrinkles and a friendly smile.

According to Max, he shouldn't play rugby at all, due to an accident on his younger days, but his team goes soft with him as they play for fun and to learn how to be better. Like a big, happy family of bros.

“Geoffrey Morgan. Nice to meet you, guys.” He said, looking at me and Leo. “So, what can I help you with? I have some free time before my meeting actually starts, just taking the nerves off me”

He seemed really friendly, and I think he lives to the good reputation he has among his players. Like he’s some kind of easy-going guy who’s seems actually interested on what we have to say.

I took a deep breath and said “Well, there’s this… There’s this sports club at the city and we’re trying to save it. I recruited a few coaches to work there while everything goes back to normal. I have four volunteers by now”

They should be three, but I thought about contacting Mark from my old high school. He has a mind link too, so that should make things easier. “Just a few more and we’ll be ready to go, what do you think? I promise it’ll be a… very nice experience” I finished with a reassuring smile.

We just waited in silence for a response. Leo was getting inpatient, while Max was switching between looking at his coach, then at us, then back at his coach.

“Hmm… I think it could really work out. It would be sad seeing a place like a sports club just… die like that” I smiled, as he grabbed a blank paper from his desk and wrote down his number. “Count on me, buddy. You can send me the rest of the details later, but I really should get back to planning this meeting, it’s really important for the team.”

I smiled “Sure, thanks so much, sir!” then grabbed a bottle from my bag. “Oh, and please drink this as soon as we go out, alright? I’m sure you’ll start feeling really motivated and confident about your meeting after you drink it”

His eyes glazed over for a second, as he mumbled a “Yeah…” and took the bottle.

Max didn’t found that weird at all, he was like ‘oh cool!’, as the coach snapped out and wished us good luck with our plans.

‘I really like this guy’ I thought, as we headed out the office.

“Well, that should be it for today” I said, as I looked at the guys and waited for the mind link to appear. “Thanks for the info, Max. It made the planning a lot easier to be honest.” And it really did. The guy wanted to help willingly rather than me having to think exact words I wanted to say to avoid fucking up with him, giving him the drink, reprogramming him, blablabla.

The frat president looked really proud of himself. “Glad I could help, bro. Anything else you need, or should I remember to the house now?”

I thought about spending a day at the frat, since Leo seemed to like being around him. But, the other mind controller chose for me and dismissed Max. “I’d like to talk with Piney here in private, mate”

Max held up his hands “Fair enough, see ya later bro! And it was nice to meet you, Leo!” Then we separated our ways as we went out of the building.

Leo and I started walking back to the campus’ entrance, in silence. I was waiting for him to bring something up, he seemed way more talkative than I was.

“That was an interesting thing you did there” Leo said, breaking the silence between us “I mean, seemed to be a really quick and short thing and I’m trying to understand why you needed to bring the other guy with us, but trying to get him willingly was cool. How did you get that idea?”

I shrugged “Max said he was a nice man, I just pledged to that side of him. No powers or anything, just a bit of normal speaking. I had to make a mind link with him, though. It would be weird to have him willingly working while all of the others are completely under control. And I like having a friend around for these kinds of things, helps with the nerves.”

“Yeah, yeah. I get your point but… why the help with his confidence for the meeting? It doesn’t have anything to do with your plan, right?”

“Well, since I’m using the guy for my own plans, it’s good to retrieve the favor, right?” It was a very simple thing, just a few words and he would have better confidence for preparing his meeting. Nothing complicated at all.

I felt Geoff’s mind link appearing as we walked. ‘Good, that’s taken care of for now’ I thought, and I was glad I didn’t feel any pain nor something like that, it meant that I wasn’t near overloading my powers again.

Leo didn’t answer this time, so I tried to think about another topic, when the nightmare reappeared at my mind. I shook my head, and tried to think of something else.

“So… are you going to tell me what’s LeoCorp or will that remain as another mystery?” I asked the older mind controller, as we kept walking. I kept trying to take the nightmare off my mind, and chatting seemed to be a good way.

He scratched the back of his head “Oh, I thought you forgot. It’s a pretty big business I’m the owner of, got it during my college years with my powers.” He said, without giving it much importance. “The previous owner was happy to give me the whole business, and he’s happy being my well-paid assistant. I keep him in complete bliss every day, y’know?”

I frowned. That was definitely wrong, but there was nothing I could do about it. “And you just… took the guy’s business like it was nothing?”

“Boy, gettin’ pretty dense with your morals, aren’t you?” He sighed, but more in a… tired way, rather than angry. “Look, you’ve got mind control powers, right? So, why don’t you use them for your own benefit, without thinking of the consequences for once? I’m not telling ya to rob a bank, but maybe try out putting your boyfriend in complete bliss, without control. He’ll love it, and you’ll have a great time with the guy”

Before I could answer, he placed an arm around me “I’m learning a lot from you, dude. And I’d like to retrieve the favour by teaching you a few things too, how does that sound?”

I won’t lie, I gave it some thought. But it would just feel wrong, doing whatever I wanted with my powers like it doesn’t have negative impacts on my slaves’ lives.

I liked to have a perfect balance between my control over them and a positive impact for them, like better focus on the field, or when they’re studying, or whatever.

But… Maybe I could learn one thing or two about this. I mean, not fucking any lives was a simple rule to bear with by now, technically cemented on my mind and always present.

“You got a deal, I guess.” I said, extending my hand for a shake. “You try out my approach, and I’ll try out yours, alright? That means, respecting the golden rule with your life: Not ruin anyone’s lives, ever”

“And, you enjoy your powers more. Don’t think of the consequences, just… Look at that guy” He pointed to a fellow student that was hanging out with his friends nearby the quad’s fountain, as we passed by. “He looks hot, right?”

I nodded “I guess, what’s your point?”

“Walk up to him and tell him to blow you off!” He noticed my expression of surprise, and quickly retracted himself “Alright, alright. Let’s go slower first, just follow my suggestion from before and go back home with your dude… I may need to get a dude for myself, now that I think of it”

I wonder what did he mean with that, but if he was going to follow my approach, there was nothing to worry about, right?

“Okay. We’ll share our advances from time to time, to keep on each other’s progress, alright?” He nodded at that, as we arrived to the entrance and walked over to his parked car.

This is going to be interesting, I guess?

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I entered my place with a nice grin. Leo’s idea seemed really good right now, but probably because I’m horny.

“I’m home!” I said, as I closed the door. Mike waved at me from the couch, still in his undies.

“Yo, bro! Didn’t invite anyone after you left, got really lazy and decided to play videogames instead” He explained, showing me the Switch on his hands. “How was your day with Leo?”

“I’ll tell you in a while, alright? First, I have something in mind” I walked closer to him, before giving him a quick kiss on the lips.

As I pulled back, he smiled and said “What do you mea-uhhhh”, before his eyes glazed over and he got up from the couch.

I had sent him a command to stop thinking and enter a relaxed state, pushing his main personality to the back and deepening his trance with some more commands, just like Leo suggested.

A few minutes later, Mike entered the living room again wearing a football armor we had for our kinky nights, and stood in front of me as he stared straight ahead, zoned out.

A bit of drool coming from his mouth and passing through his stubble beard, as he blissfully smiled and waited for commands. His big arms hanging at the sides, his chiseled abs were tensed and his cock was hard on his jockstrap.

Looking at him, he's definitely one sexy jock slave.

Maybe that's how Leo saw guys when he was my age. Just sexy jock slaves.

I sent a command to Mike through the mind link and he went on his knees. The way his drool would come out of his mouth and drip to the floor was so sexy.

I stepped closer and addled his brain a bit more. His eyes were getting foggier and foggier. He looked so helpless, so obedient, so moldable into anything I could ever want. And yet, I would never do anything he wouldn’t do, I loved my best friend so much to do that to him.

I ran my hands on the drooling jock's abs and pecs, massaging his chest until his nipples were hard. I felt a bit of a rush, using Mike as my plaything. My obedient little jock... or so I'd call him. But he's still my perfect lovely boyfriend.

“Mike?” I asked, still checking out his amazing muscles.

“Yes, master?” Mike said, in a monotone voice. He sounded empty, but somehow happy at the same time.

“What are you thinking about?” I ducked to face him, as his empty stare followed me.

“I’m not thinking, master! You do the thinking for me, master!” I smiled, and leaned in to kiss him for a bit. He kissed me back, and went back to mindlessly smiling when I pulled back.

“You’re such a good jockboy, aren’t you Mike?”

“Yes, master! Huhuhuh!”

I checked out his mind link. He was in complete bliss right now, and I liked that. He felt like floating, like he was in some kind of dream. Just real, pure bliss where Mike has no control at all.

I wanted to hear him out when this was over, since when I put him under, he usually is mildly conscious to know if he wants or not to do something, and can use his safeword. Not this time, we’re trying new things, big guy.

I proceeded to get back up and undid my belt. I lowered my pants and underwear, as my cock sprung out, half-hard.

Mike’s eyes turned to it, like he just saw the most beautiful thing in the world. “Mike?” I asked again, to get his attention.

“Uh… yes, master?” I noticed the drip of saliva got a bit bigger, as he couldn’t get his eyes off my cock. I swung it left and right, slowly, as I felt his mind getting foggier and foggier with each movement.

“What do you want, right now?”

“I want to serve master… I want to worship your cock…” He mumbled, trying to take a sniff of my cock, but trying to not move at the same time and remaining on his knees.

I placed my cock on his lips, and I could feel he tried to lick the tip of it. “Suck it, jockboy”

Almost instantly, Mike swallowed my cock and started to suck pretty fast, like his life depended on it. I sent a command over the mind link for him to slow down and enjoy it a bit more. I could feel him slowing down and doing magic with his tongue.

I grabbed the back of his head and pushed it to deep throat. Mike loved every second of it, and just continued to suck after I let his head go.

“Alright, jockboy. Stop and get up” I said after a bit. I felt myself close, but I wasn’t over with today’s session yet.

My mind-fucked boyfriend did as I ordered, and stood right in front of me, still with a bit of saliva and a big, dumb smile on his face. His eyes seemed emptier than ever, I don’t think I’ve brought him this deep before.

Another command sent through the mind link, and he was now striking a pose for me to feel up his muscled arms.

I noticed his cock was full hard now, and its head was poking out of the jockstrap, leaking a good amount of pre.

“Carry me to our room, alright?” I told him, as I finished with the feeling up muscles part.

“Yes master!” The big guy said, as he grabbed me by the back and the legs and lifted me like some kind of baby.

I felt good. Powerful. I could definitely see what Leo sees in doing this.

But… at the same time, it felt kind of wrong. My empathy speaking, of course, and I usually pay attention to it. Mike’s backup is still ever present on the back of his mind though, to reassure myself that no matter what I do, I can bring him back.

“Oh, and Mike?”

He turned his face to me, still with a blank stare but his goofy smile grew wider when he looked at me. “Yeah, master?”

Even while mindless, he still looked amazingly handsome. The happiness and adoration in his eyes was notorious, and I found it quite attractive. “How do you feel right now?”

“I feel amazing, master!” He said as we entered our room, and he stopped in front of the bed. “I’m so happy to obey as your mindless jockboy, master!”

He carefully left me standing on the floor, as he took a step back and waited for more orders.

It was like controlling a puppet, or a sim. I just had to send a command over to his mind or say something and he would do it without thinking.

I sent a simple command to his mind. ‘Grab master Pine and start making out with him’.

As I mentioned, just like a sim. Mike naturally grabbed me and pulled me in for a make out session. Another command sent to his mind, and he leaded me to the bed. He was still on his football armor, and it looked amazing on him.

‘Repeat out loud:’

“I love you so much, bro! You’re the best coach and master I’ve ever had!” He kept smiling with an empty stare every time I sent a new order and followed it without any resistance. “I’m completely yours, bro! And I love being that way!”

He sounded dreamy, like he was half asleep and half awake. But another check at his mind just confirmed that he was an empty and obedient jockboy slave.

And his cock remained completely hard in his jockstrap, even when I didn’t tell him to get hard. Good old Mikey never changes, he’s just ready to fuck all the time.

Leo was right, it was really easy to do this. But I assumed it would be a bit harder for him, or he had a workaround for his temporary mind links. I had my mind link with Mike since last year, but Leo’s last for a few hours, apparently.

I’ll him more about that later. For now, it was time to enjoy!

I pushed my lowered pants and underwear off my feet and laid down in bed, arms behind my head. I got comfy as I started to program his new set of orders.

‘Get above my cock and start fucking yourself with it’

Mike moved to do as I commanded him, without lowering his jockstrap since his ass was already at full display, he got above my hard cock as I lubed it with saliva, before lubing his hole a bit too (I didn’t want to hurt my boyfriend!).

I gave him a nod to continue, as he slowly positioned himself and started impaling with my cock. He tried to do the first thrusts slowly, as it went all the way in. I just laid there and watched the show, feeling amazing. Mike seemed to love it, but I assumed it had to do more with the obeying my orders rather than the fucking he was receiving.

The muscled guy looked amazing, as always, but his mindless expression had some charm to it, reminding me of the time he was dumb Mikey.

“Feeling good, Mike?” I asked him, before letting out a soft moan.

“Yes… master!” He answered, still going up and down, fucking himself with my cock. “Obeying you makes me happy, master!”

I wondered if putting the other guys under would have this same effect on them or if it was only because Mike already loved going under my control.

Mike grunted from time to time, but tried to remain silent and with a goofy smile.

I felt close to cumming, so I prepared the words in my mind. ‘When you feel me cumming, you will do too, feeling an outstanding pleasure go through your entire body before getting off my cock and lying beside me’

Sent them to his mind, as the mindless jock kept fucking himself. A few seconds later, I came inside of him.

Almost instantly, he came too. I always liked that detail, being able to control if a person cums or not, and when they do it. Most of his cum fell on my shirt, and I took it off after he got off my cock and proceeded to lay down beside me, as I ordered him.

“You were amazing, jockboy” I whispered to him, as I passed my hand above his abs, feeling him up.

“Thanks master! I want to be a good jock for you, master!”

“Oh really? And why is that?” I had an idea in mind that I wanted to try out. It would be funny to see.

‘You can think again’ I commanded his mind, as I pulled his main personality back to the front while he answered.

“Because I’m yours, master! I want to make… you… happy… Bro? Weren’t we at the couch? And why is my ass sore-y?” A confused, but still dazed Mikey asked. I moved my hand beneath his football armor as I felt up his pecs now.

“Shh… Don’t mind that…” I started, in a very soft and chilled tone. The one I usually used to make him relax. “Just stay with me, and don’t think about it”

My powers affected him again, as he turned to face me and leaned closer to kiss me. “Whatever you say, bro… I love when you get mischievous and make me feel good…” The dopey grin re-appeared on his face, but this time it was his own doing.

I was tempted to bring him back under, but his kisses while he’s mindless aren’t as good as when Mikey is awake and in full display.

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Later that night, the exact same nightmare that had been endlessly playing in my mind appeared again as I slept.

I couldn’t move, Mike and Gary were on their knees. Leo in front of them, as Gary was completely enslaved by him and Mike was being taken away from me.

Until… something passed through me. It was… me?

My copy went straight to Leo, but I still couldn’t move, only watch. The other Pine walked up to him, moved Gary and Mike from the way, and looked straight at Leo.

Then, the two mind controllers started… fighting each other? This was getting super weird, until my copy did something unexpected.

He got his hands on Leo’s temples and said “Sleep”. Suddenly, the rugby player fell backwards and to the floor, before starting to snore.

The other Pine looked at me, with a little smile. I noticed his voice was familiar… I remember it from last year, when I passed out.

It told me how to break the mind links once, and now it was showing me this, that I honestly didn’t know if it was real or just an strategy to make me relax and finally forget about this nightmare.

“You both should try to remain on each other’s good side, alright? Telepaths are supposed to stick together!” He seemed happy, just like the last time we talked.

I have myself a nod, trying to tell me that I understood what he meant, before he continued “Good, have fun and keep doing nice stuff! I’m rooting for you!”

Then, I woke up again on my bed, next to a dozed off Mike. We had been playing during the whole day, and now it was the middle of the night again.

But, instead of tearing up like last night, I smiled and mumbled a quick “Thanks” to myself.

I felt more at ease now, my... powers, I think? They were telling me that I was doing great! That had to be a good sign, right?

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