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satendou · 4 years

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⟼ monster

⍣ all time low series | next | 1/4

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⇢ pairing: tendo/reader

⇢ au: atl!au, college!au

⇢ summary: you like horror movies, tendou likes horror movies, what could go wrong?

⇥ masterlist

⇢ warnings: unprotected sex, creampie, fingering, mentions of bullying, insecurities, piercings, cursing

⇢ word count: 13.2k

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⇢ a/n: i think this is the biggest fic i’ve ever written and it’s one of my favorites, if not my absolute favorite i’ve written so far. it was kinda hard to write it in a way that stayed true to my vision for it but also didn’t make it childish, so i hope i succeeded in that regard. as always, thank you to @keijiskitten for editing this!

“Oh, come on, ‘Kaashi,” you said, setting your hand on your hip. You were standing around in the middle of the classroom with him and a few others, waiting for your professor to show up who was no doubt getting a coffee from the overflowing Starbucks down the street. Class would be half over before he finally arrived. “It’s just a few scary movies.”

“Sorry, _____. I have to study and I just know that trying to watch movies with you and study is gonna be a nightmare,” he said, giving you a sympathetic look. “And give me nightmares.”

You rolled your eyes and looked around to Bokuto, who was scrolling through his phone while he chatted with Yaku about the next practice. That was a hard no. Poor Bo would agree without complaint and wind up with nightmares for a week, clinging to you throughout the night. Catching Akaashi’s eye, you exchanged knowing looks and chuckles.

“Hey, _____,” Semi said from your other side. He was busy filling out a music sheet with notes for his next possible song, and the way he said your name indicated he was more focused on that than your quandary.

Still, you turned to look at him over your shoulder, quirking your eyebrow at him. When he didn’t immediately continue, you prompted him. “What’s up?”

“Oh, right,” he said, looking up from the paper. He gave you a small smile and tapped the tip of his pencil on the desk in a smooth rhythm, leaving small marks all over the surface. “You should see if Tendo wants to join you. He’s really into horror movies too.”

“Um, who?”

Semi’s eyes widened in surprise and he pointed over his shoulder. You could hear Akaashi snicker from your other side. The chair on Semi’s other side tipped back on its back legs, and a man with close-cut red hair peeked around his back, waving cheekily at you.

“Hi, name’s Tendo Satori. I’ve only been hanging around you for about two weeks now,” he said and, though he sounded lighthearted and jovial about it, you could see the way his eyes remained narrowed, scrutinizing you. And he didn’t look impressed.

You flushed bright red, realizing you did know him but had never committed his name to memory. Mostly because he hadn’t ever really said anything to you or seemed interested in you at all.

“I-- well, I’m sorry,” you offered awkwardly. But you meant it, at least. You felt a bit bad now that he was in your face. Trying to lighten the mood, you joked, “I’m _____ _____ and my brain space is committed to horror movies and studying. No space for names I’m afraid.”

Semi rolled his eyes and Akaashi heaved a long-suffering sigh, covering his eyes with his hand, but Tendo laughed at your stupid joke. His eyes eased up, his smile relaxing, and he now looked genuinely interested.

“A horror movie marathon, huh? I’m interested. Why don’t you tell me more?”

Tendo didn’t actually expect it to go his way. As with most other people, he was sure you were just faking your enthusiasm and would flake out once you were free of him.

And yet when lunch rolled around and your group of friends were standing in the breezeway, shivering as you tried to pick out some place to go and eat off campus, you fell into step beside him.

“I really am sorry for not knowing who you were,” you offered, adjusting your bag on your shoulder and slipping a pair of gloves on. “Could we, maybe--”

He cut you off, grinning. “Forgiven and forgotten, _____.”

Hesitantly, you smiled back. He was strange, to be sure. Even though you hadn’t really had a true conversation with him yet, you got the feeling he was different, eccentric and unpredictable maybe. The way he harassed the shit out of Semi and some of the others was hysterical, though. You couldn’t pinpoint what it was that made you feel that way, but it wasn’t bad. You were even a little curious.

“Okay cool. So if, by chance, we were to do this movie marathon, how would you feel about cannibals?” you asked, tapping your chin thoughtfully. It was a theme you had been thinking about for a while, but none of your friends were into horror movies much, let alone a dozen or so movies centered around such a gory theme.

Tendo clicked his tongue and you heard a strange clink. “Hypothetically, right?”

“Right,” you said, your eyes zeroed in on his mouth, waiting for him to speak again.

He hummed, his lips curling in thought and his eyes narrowing as he stared off in the distance. Second in height only to Bokuto, he towered over everyone even though the two of you walked together at the back of the group. Speaking of Bokuto, you could hear him over the chatter of the other students around you, talking about the diner just a block away from the school and guessed that that was where you were going.

Then he shrugged. “That sounds rad. What’re you thinking? Hypothetically.”

“Well, obviously gotta go with The Hills Have Eyes. I mean, it’s a classic. And then of course Wrong Turn because there’s so many of those. And, uh…that’s all I have, but that’s literally like 8 movies and if we get past those I don’t know what we’ll do,” you said, weaving through the throngs of people on the sidewalk. You had forgotten you had been trying to see what was in his mouth just a few minutes ago as you avoided toes. You could see the diner sign up ahead, reading “Newly Opened” and a list of menu items, but it was otherwise obscured from your view.

A gasp from Tendo startled you and you whipped around to look at him, only to find him staring at you in disbelief.

He had to fight the laugh in his chest from coming up at the wide-eyed, freaked out look on your face as he said, “I cannot believe you’ve forgotten the most classic of classic cannibal movies, _____. How could you forget The Texas Chainsaw Massacre movies?”

Relief mingled with amusement on your face when you realized what he was getting at, and you covered your mouth as you laughed. Putting on your best ashamed expression, you closed your eyes. “I can’t believe I forgot those. I’m such a fake fan.”

“Kicked out of the club for sure,” he said, holding the door open for you. The bustle of the diner drowned out anything more Tendo said as you followed the others towards a large table in the back corner. After that, you were seated between Semi and Akaashi and the conversation was halted.

For the time being.

You didn’t bring up the marathon again, though you snagged Tendo’s number the day after you went to the diner. The conversation started out about movies and morphed into other topics like majors, highschools, how he knew Eita and how you had met Bokuto and Akaashi, amongst others. It left Tendo in a bit of confusion. The two of you kept up a steady stream of communication throughout the day, even sneaking in texts during classes that could net you extra work or pop quizzes. And yet never once was the marathon mentioned.

Part of him was bummed because he had kind of been looking forward to the movies, but the larger part of him was unsurprised. Something like that was way too intimate, and for someone like you to want to do something like that with a-- someone like him was too much to hope for. He was just happy that you weren’t avoiding him like most others did; he wasn’t going to ask for more.

Except he kind of did want more, and he didn’t want to feel that. The disappointment was already tangible on his tongue and he swallowed it down every time he saw you in the hall, chatting or laughing with someone else. It would ease slightly when you would turn to look in his direction, flashing a smile and waving as you passed by. In class, you started sitting beside him, Bokuto and Akaashi often following behind, and he found his small group of friends growing because of you. Bokuto was loud and brash and treated him like they were best friends, and Akaashi’s quiet demeanor reminded him a lot of Ushijima. Except he was maybe a little more expressive.

You even started walking home with him, parting ways when you had to go in different directions with a soft smile and a shine in your eyes that he tried not to read too much into. He enjoyed those days, when no one else was around and he just talked. You even knew some of the manga he read, and he lost himself rambling about Jump. When he brought it up once, about how he talked too much, you shook your head frantically.

“No, no, I don’t mind! It reminds me of Bokuto, to be honest. He can talk about anything and keep a conversation going so easily. I’m kinda jealous,” you said, giving him that satisfied smile again.

He tried to clamp down on the feelings, to keep a tight rein on the emotions that kept trying to pull his eyes in your direction anytime he heard your voice or drew his thoughts to you late at night.

Sighing, he rubbed his eyes, frustrated at the fact that he was thinking of you a-fuckin’-gain. Didn’t he have enough to worry about without wondering what you thought of him? He already knew. You weren’t interested. It was fine.

His phone dinged, the screen lighting up to reveal your name and a text.

You: ‘watcha up to?’ Tendo: ‘nm. studying and suffering. you?’ Y: ‘“studying” sksks what’re you doing tomorrow night by chance?’

Tendo’s heart stuttered in his chest and he groaned, barely resisting the urge to fling his phone out the frost covered window in front of him. For the love of god, could the universe stop fucking with him? Clicking his tongue, he considered telling you he was busy. It would be easiest, and save him the disappointment that was sure to accompany whatever you had planned.

But his fingers were traitorous and typed out exactly what he didn’t want to say. Or so he told himself.

T: ‘nothin. what’re you thinkin?’ Y: ‘well...i’m thinkin about cannibals’

Tendou snorted at that and watched the three little dots appear again.

Y: ‘and u’

He choked and slammed his phone down on the desk, wincing and immediately picking it back up to check the damage. No, no way, he wouldn’t look at it like that. It wasn’t like that. You were just inviting him for the movie marathon in a totally platonic way.

Another message came in.

Y: ‘and me’

You were actually trying to kill him.

He could think of nothing the next day but how much he was looking forward to that night. Once he had finally gotten his shit together enough to text you back, the kinks had been worked out. It was almost a no brainer that he would be spending the night. A movie marathon with twelve movies meant an all-nighter, if the two of you could pull it off. He would go home after classes, while away the few hours until around six o’clock, and then head to the address you had given him.

Unfortunately, he didn’t see much of you that day. You shared no classes, and you had a class when he took lunch, so he ate with Semi and Bokuto that day. Instead you snuck texts to him when you could, mostly talking about how excited you were for that night. It didn’t help, somehow both fanning and soothing his inner turmoil.

“Why do you look like you’re gonna throw up?” Semi asked at last. Tendo was staring at his half-eaten chicken sandwich like it had mortally offended him, and he was curious.

Tendo jumped, having forgotten the other two were even with him, and shook his head. “Uh, nothin’.”

But Bokuto snickered and leaned in to whisper to Semi, who was already suspicious of his short, clipped answer. Whether he actually wanted to whisper or not, Tendo wasn’t sure, but Bo sure as shit didn’t manage it. “Him and _____ are gonna watch movies tonight.”

Of course you had told Bokuto. And probably Akaashi too. He wondered if they had changed their minds and decided to join you when they found out. It put a rather annoying feeling in his chest, like someone was squeezing his heart.

The other two were still talking in a loud whisper, watching Tendo’s expression shift and flicker through a myriad of emotions. Bokuto was lost, but Semi could recognize them after so many years of knowing the moody red-head, and wanted to laugh. He was so good at hiding his negative emotions, but when it came to sadness or happiness, he was like an open book. And he was being pretty obvious right then.

“Wow, that’s pretty big, Tendo,” he said, watching his friend closely. Tendo flinched, shrinking into his hoodie, and Semi nodded to himself. “Don’t let yourself get so worked up. She wouldn’t ask if she didn’t want to.”

He knew where Tendo’s insecurities were coming from. A childhood fraught with bullies and fake friends and people pretending they wanted him around only to treat him like a freak. Even through highschool it was that way, with a particularly nasty incident involving a girl pretending to want to date him that ended with Tendo refusing to come to school for almost a week. After that, he kept to himself and the volleyball club, refusing to even acknowledge that anyone else might actually want to get to know him seriously.

It had gotten a bit easier when he left Shiratorizawa and those memories and most of those people behind. Growing up with them was what had made it hardest, so surrounding himself with fresh people who didn’t have any preconceived notions and rumors about him had allowed him to open up a little. Even Ushijima, across the ocean in California, noticed a marked difference in Tendo’s demeanor.

Semi just hoped you didn’t do anything to send him spiralling back into his insecurities.

“Yeah, I guess.”

It was easy for Semi to say that, but he had no idea what it was like, constantly worrying if people were being serious or if they were just waiting to pull the rug out from under him. Even now, he was fighting with himself to just get through the day, waiting constantly for you to change your mind and cancel the plans. Every time his phone lit up with your name, he expected it.

And yet, even after his classes ended and he arrived home, you didn’t. Just commenting that you would be MIA for a while while you cleaned the apartment and went to the store. And when you came back a few hours later, while he was binging Buzzfeed Unsolved videos, his heart leapt into his throat, but you were only telling him what you had gotten for him and to pick up anything else he might want on the way over.

The time couldn’t pass by fast enough while he busied himself packing as slowly as he could. He was already wearing sweatpants but brought a pair of basketball shorts just in case. A clean t-shirt and the other essential items he would need for the night went into a backpack, and when that was done he decided it was a good time to leave.

Unable to help himself, he sent you a text before he left, interrupting whatever you were already typing, the three little bubbles disappearing for a moment while you read his text.

T: ‘you sure you’re alright with this? i don’t have to come over’ Y: ‘?’ Y: ‘do u not want to!’ Y: ‘?*’ Y: ‘we can do this another time if you want’

He was typing before he could really think about the possibility that that might be the best option, his heart thumping harder than he liked in his chest, and he willed himself to take a deep breath. It was just two friends hanging out, watching horror movies together. Nothing more.

T: ‘no i do. was just making sure you were still ok w it.’ T: ‘leaving now to get snacks. your choices s u c k’ Y: ofc hurry up and get over here Y: ‘tf rude’

Locking the door behind him, he slung his bag onto his shoulder and sighed, hoping the night didn’t end as badly as his nerves were telling him it would.

Your doorbell rang an hour later, while you were in the middle of setting up your room for the binge. You were hoping he wouldn’t mind, but you didn’t want to make him uncomfortable either. It was hard to miss the nervousness and the way he seemed to shy away from you sometimes, especially when you did certain things like reach out to pull something off his hoodie or read something over his shoulder. But you wanted this to be as normal as possible, to prove to him you were genuine.

You liked Tendo. A lot.

He was funny and sweet and just as eccentric as you had expected. His jokes were off-color but not offensive, just sarcastic and witty and you giggled every time. The way his face lit up when he heard you sent your heart into a frenzy, and the way it fell and he seemed to shrink into himself a moment later hurt. It didn't feel like a rejection of you but instead a rejection of himself and you wondered if there was any way to help him understand that you didn’t want anything from him but for him to be himself.

Upon opening the door, you found it was only the pizza delivery man, and you smiled with disappointment, until you spotted a shaved red-head coming up behind him.

Tendo gulped when he spotted you in your open doorway, wearing woolen leggings and a t-shirt, exchanging a box of pizza for cash and smiling brightly at him over the man’s shoulder. Waving, he waited until the stranger was out of the way before he approached you.

“Hey,” he greeted, peering down at you before scanning the empty living room of your apartment over your head.

You were unsurprised to see the wariness in his eyes, bleeding into the smile he was forcing on his face. It was your first time seeing a look so fake on him and for the first time you wondered if this was really a good idea. But it was only movies. And you liked Tendo. It would be fine.

So you smiled and ushered him in with one hand, the box perched precariously on your other, and watched him shrink into himself like he always did when he came within touching distance of you until he had passed into the living room. Then he just stood there, peering around with that same suspicious look, eyes narrowed and mouth turned down at the corners.

“So, what do you think?” you asked, pretending you hadn’t seen it as you moved into the kitchen.

“It’s nice,” he answered, letting his bag hit the floor with a thump. The rest of the apartment was silent save for the heater going, and little by little he felt himself relaxing. “You didn’t have to go through all this trouble for little ol’ me, y’know.”

You giggled at the way he pointed at himself, wearing a cheesy grin as he walked into the kitchen. “Maybe not, but it’s been ages since I’ve been able to do anything like this. It’s as much for me as it is for you.” You punctuated your statement by poking him lightly in the chest, and he feigned pain.

“You wound me. And here I thought you were treating me special,” he moaned, leaning back against the counter and placing his hand over his forehead. He grinned a little hearing you giggle again, and then the pizza box hit his arm.

“I am treating you special, you goof,” you said, opening it up and letting the smell of cheese fill the kitchen. “With pizza. But I think we’d better take it into the bedroom, since that’s where we’ll be watching the movies. Just in case we fall asleep, you know,” you tacked on at the end, suddenly realizing how that might sound. Not that it meant anything, but again, you feared making him uncomfortable.

Absorbed in your thoughts, you missed the faint dusting of pink on his cheeks, clashing marvelously with his vibrant hair. You carried the box down to your bedroom with Tendo on your heels, eager to see your room. It was about what he expected from you-- a messy bed, a cluttered desk, clothes half in your laundry basket and half on the floor surrounding it. The TV sitting on your dresser was already set up with The Hills Have Eyes menu playing, volume muted. You set the box on the bed before smoothing the covers and crawling on.

Tendo hovered in the middle of your room, casting his eyes around nervously, looking for a chair or something to sit on. He definitely did not want to assume, but you patted the bed beside you, giving him a quizzical look.

“I’m not gonna bite, Tendo. Promise,” you said, and though you made it sound like a joke he could hear a line of seriousness at the core. Running his tongue over the back of his teeth, he walked slowly towards you, giving you every opportunity to change your mind, but you just looked impatient until he climbed on beside you. “Alright, now let’s get this started!”

Two movies in and the two of you had gotten pretty comfortable. Both of you had stretched out on the bed, but you had decided to lean up against the headboard with your pillows to support you while Tendo had opted to lay on his stomach with his head resting on his arms by your feet.

“Would you stop?” he laughed, pushing your foot away where it had been tapping incessantly at his shoulder. You were just doing it to annoy him, and you giggled at the irritated amusement in his voice.

The pizza box sat empty on the floor by the bed, but you found yourself craving something else to eat. When you hummed, Tendo looked away from the screen, rolling onto his side and propping his chin in his hand to watch you nibble at your lip. It was cute, he couldn’t lie, and the anxiety he had repressed by getting distracted by the movie came back slowly.

“What’s up?”

“I’m thinkin’ about...those chips,” you answered, and made to get up. You had to crawl over his long legs and almost fell off the bed as you gracelessly made your move, knee slipping off the small space between his leg and the edge of the mattress. Sticking your tongue out as he laughed at you, you pranced towards the door.

“Bring my bags too, would you?” he called, pausing the movie since you had forgotten. It had just started, and you were lucky that he was nice enough to do it, especially when he heard your voice carry back down the hallway.

“Kiss my ass, Tendo.”

He laughed at that, loud enough that you could hear it from the kitchen and over the crinkling of the bags as you rifled through them. In the end, you shrugged and carried them all back down to your room, along with a few drinks. Maybe you wouldn’t have to get up again for a little while.

You shivered when you stepped back into the room. It wasn’t much warmer than the rest of the house, and now your arms and toes were cold. The heater was already set as high as it would go and hardly touched the chill, and you cursed the cheap piece of crap.

“What, you cold?” he asked, pulling out a bag of the chips he had brought with him. The tab on a can of soda popped and he cursed as it fizzed over onto your blanket. “Shit, sorry.”

“No worries. Yeah, kinda. But the heater is already on full blast. Ugh,” you said, sitting beside him on the bed again. He was still wearing his hoodie, and up close he was warm, making you realize just how cold you were. You were just gonna have to crawl under your blankets because you would never survive the cold like that. “Wait…”

There was a tent on the screen where the movie had paused, and Tendo looked back and forth from it to you with curiosity. There was a calculating look on your face and he wasn’t sure he liked it. “Uh, what?”

There was no way he would agree to it. Way too intimate, right? But it really seemed like it’d be right up his alley, and it would be fun to build, and it would get you warm. It was the perfect idea really.

“Tendo, how do you feel about making...a pillow fort?”

The heater continued to buzz in the corner, overlaid by the slight static from the TV, while Tendo processed your question. His mouth had fallen open, brows furrowed while he stared at you in what could only be surprise, and you laughed nervously.

“Wha-- Seriously?”

“Um, you know what, nevermind. I guess it was a stupid idea. It just seemed like it might be fun and--”

He cut your babbling off with an excited wave of his arms, leaning forward into your space and in the light from the TV you could see a childlike happiness glowing in his eyes. “I’ve never made one but it sounds like fun. You know how to do it?”

Stunned by the turn of events, you nodded. “Well, sort of. Mine have always fallen down after a while though,” you admitted, standing up from the bed again. “We need chairs and books and all the blankets and pillows we can find. And the couch cushions. Probably.”

In no time flat you had everything gathered, with Tendou hovering around waiting for you to direct him. It was a pain to get everything set up, and you ended up using the bed since you didn’t have enough chairs. Moving the chairs all over the place until there was enough room inside and you could put the books down to seal the ‘walls’ was tedious, but it was worth it when Tendo crawled in to set up the cushions to seal the space beneath the bed. After padding the floor with several blankets to lay on, you stuffed the pillows from your bed in after Tendo. When you didn’t immediately crawl in after him, he poked his head out to see what you were doing.

“Well, we didn’t think this through at all, so now we gotta watch the movies on my laptop,” you said as you ejected the DVD from your player. The jingle of your computer booting up played and backlit your face in the glow, and you prayed it wasn’t going to go right into an update. It took a few minutes to start up, so you passed it to him while you plugged the power cord in and ran it into the fort.

You could hear the clicking of the mousepad and by the time you flipped off the light and crawled in beside Tendo, the movie menu was playing. You also realized just how cramped it really was with Tendo’s lanky form inside. There was just enough space for both of you, but you were going to have to either sit up with it in your lap or you were going to have to set it to the side of you and lay on your sides.

He was tense, staring determinedly at the movie playing and trying to avoid moving too much. Or so you guessed, anyway. Anytime you so much as shifted he would jerk away before relaxing, and you were a split second away from nixing the idea. A part of you was starting to wonder if it wasn’t you that was the problem, but if it was, why had he bothered to agree?

“You’re really warm, Tendo,” you said, trying to break the ice. It was an awkward and clumsy attempt, but maybe you could help him settle down if you showed him you weren’t uncomfortable first?

But that just made him pull further away, leaning against the couch cushions. “Oh, sorry.”

It was already warm and comfortable in your little fort, a light blanket thrown over your knees and warming your toes. And with him beside you, you were actually a little more than comfortable. “No,” you said, waving your hands frantically, “no, like, it’s nice. I’m finally warm.”

It was hard to tell in the washed out light of the laptop, but Tendo’s face turned a very bright shade of pink. He tugged the neck of his hoodie up over his nose and fixed his eyes firmly on the flickering violence, annoyed that he was overwhelmed by something so simple. Why did you have to be so damn cute?

But it did the trick, even if he didn’t know that was your intention. He finally relaxed and stopped flinching every time you shifted, trying to find a comfortable position. Sitting cross legged only worked for so long and Tendo noticed you moving around after a while, when your knee knocked his for the third or fourth time.

“You alright? You’re about to bring the whole fort down,” he commented around a mouthful of chips.

“Ah, well, my back is starting to hurt sitting up, I guess. I wanna lay down,” you said, sounding whinier than you meant to, following it up with a short stretch. It alleviated the pain for a moment, until you hunched over again.

He swallowed his chips and returned his eyes to the TV screen, thinking. On one hand, he wasn’t exactly comfortable. On the other, he had no idea what you were thinking. Did you want to abandon the fort?

But you didn’t say anything, fiddling with the blanket for a few moments as you tried to work up your courage. You damn sure didn’t want to tear down your fort-- it had taken you way too long to put the stupid thing up-- and if you said the idea of cuddling up with Tendo wasn’t appealing, you would surely go to hell for lying. The underlying problem was him. What would he say if you brought up the obvious solution?

You were taking too long to answer, so Tendo prompted you, pausing the movie. “Do you want to just get back on the bed again?”

“No,” you said, and then flinched. You had answered way too quickly and that somehow made him nervous and reassured at the same time. “This is really nice I just…I-know-that-you’re-kind-of-uncomfortable-and-I-don’t-want-to-make-you-more-uncomfortable.”

Tendou stared at you, unblinking as he tried to decipher your breathlessly rushed words. After a moment he laughed, still confused, but he could see the anxiety on your face. “I-- what? All I heard was uncomfortable, I think. But you don’t make me uncomfortable.”

Your heart thumped painfully in your chest as that weight left your shoulders. He was so intuitive it was almost scary. Even still, you had to make sure. “Oh, really? You always seem like...weird around me, I guess. I was starting to think I was pushing too hard, I guess?”

“Sorry,” he said, scratching the back of his head. His elbow brushed the sheet above you and he quickly dropped it. “I’m used to people being uncomfortable around me. Guess it just turned into a habit to avoid people I don’t know. So that I don’t freak them out.”

Not entirely true, given that he enjoyed messing with people, but it was true in your* case. It took you a moment to answer, and he started to worry that he had said too much.

“You don’t...make me uncomfortable, Tendo. You never did. You’re a weirdo but not...in a bad way,” you said, and glanced at him to gauge his reaction, worried he would take it in a negative light.

But he was smiling, eyes fixed on the paused movie and you bit your lip. He was way too attractive and you couldn’t fathom anyone who thought otherwise. Clearly they were just cowards.

“Well that’s a relief. It would make things pre-tty awkward right now if I did,” he said and bumped your shoulder. It felt like a whole planet was lifted off his shoulders with this revelation and he heaved a huge sigh. “So, if we don’t want to abandon the fort but our backs are about to crumble, what do we do?”

“Uh.” You blanched, having forgotten about that little hiccup. Your idea was embarrassing to think about let alone explain and if you hadn’t made him uncomfortable yet this was sure to.

“Uh,” he mocked, and twisted around like a snake so his face was in front of you, blocking the light from the screen. “Spit it out before we collapse.”

“Just-- um--” you stuttered, and he quickly realized whatever your idea was, it had you flustered. He was just about to start teasing when you picked up the laptop and set it to the side of you. Rolling over onto your side, you tucked your hand underneath your pillow and relaxed, feeling the pain immediately alleviate. “Now you lay down. If you want.”

Your heart was racing in your chest, waiting for him to do something. It was a long, long minute before he finally said anything, and it wasn’t what you expected. Not that you had any idea of what to expect.

“Uh, are you sure? I mean, we could just--” What was he thinking? This was exactly what he wanted and wasn’t it Semi who had said she wouldn’t ask if she didn’t want it? Did he really have to overthink everything? You were in a literal pillow fort watching scary movies with him, offering to let him cuddle up with you, and he still thought you weren’t sure.

“Well, unless you aren’t,” you said, and was that disappointment in your voice? No way.

“No no, no. I’m gonna take my hoodie off first, though. It’s way too warm in here now,” he said, backtracking quickly. Then again, maybe it was just him that was too hot. It was an actual dream come true, and he pinched himself quickly just to make sure he wasn’t asleep.

You rolled over onto your back to watch him struggle, his arms brushing the ceiling and walls of your warm little haven as he fought the hoodie. Your eyes widened as it finally came free, seeing the colorful swirls of ink covering his arms. “Holy shit.”

“Wha--?” he said, and turned to find you staring open mouthed at his tattoos. “Oh, right, I guess you haven’t seen these before, huh?”

“Nope,” you said, sitting up and squinting to see the undefined shapes in the faint light. It was almost cute the way he held his arm out to you hesitantly, like a child offering you a drawing to examine and praise. Taking it, you traced the lines covering his smooth, warm skin, trying to figure out what they were. But the shapes were undefinable in the faint light. You could make out splashes of blue and purple, red and pink, separated by black lines or faded together to make something. Part of you wanted to ask, but there was something mysterious about not knowing. “I can’t even tell what they are but god, Tendou, I know they’re gorgeous.”

He shivered at your featherlight touches, the feel of your fingers skimming delicately over his skin, and your words caused fire to erupt in his stomach and chest. His tattoos were something he was extremely proud of, one of the few things he had that made him feel confident, and hearing you compliment them made him feel so fucking good. Chucking his jacket out into the room, he returned to your side and the two of you got comfortable.

Pressing play on the movie for the 3rd time, the two of you fell silent. With your head below his chin, it was the perfect position for him to see the screen over you. You could feel the warmth rolling off of him, only an inch of space between his chest and your back, and both of you were well aware of it.

It was nearly impossible to focus on the movie, trying to reign in the urge to just slide back a little bit and mold yourself to him. Nibbling at your lip, you rolled just a little under the pretense of stretching and bumped into him. Just your arm into his, and he didn’t move away.

“You good? Need more space? I can crawl under the bed if you want,” he said, smirking at you. He thought he knew what you were playing at, but your next words confirmed it. It was the oldest trick in the book and, even though no one had ever used it on him, he had seen it at work with Semi and Shirabu too many times.

“Just stretching. I’m still a bit cold though,” you said, facing the TV again.

Suppressing a snicker, knowing damn well that wasn’t what you were after, he offered, “I can get you another blanket, if you need it.”

The silhouette of your shoulders fell, and you couldn’t hide the sigh that accompanied it. “It’s alright, Tendo. It’s not that bad.”

You really should have seen that coming, you guessed. The swell of hope and the crash of disappointment was painful in your chest, and you tried to focus on the movie again, ignoring the tempting warmth at your back. If he wasn’t interested, he wasn’t interested. It was cool.

Which was why you jumped when a weight settled over your side, a snicker filtering behind you as he molded himself to your back. It was slow, hesitant, and you would guess he was trying to make sure you were alright with it. Warmth seeped through your t-shirt and you sighed happily, shimmying back into him out of instinct, and this time you could feel his quiet laughter in his chest.

His arms were so long that he had to fold it in front of you, hand coming to rest just underneath your chin, and when you relaxed so did he. With his chin resting atop your head now, he asked, “Better? This is what you wanted, right?”

“Shut up,” you whined, hiding your face in your hand. It was embarrassing enough without him having to tease you about it. But you supposed it wouldn’t be Tendo if he didn’t make fun of you for everything. It was so easy after that to focus on the movie, now that you had gotten what you wanted. The snacks lay forgotten near your feet, not wanting to move and mess up the delicate balance that was now between the two of you.

It was tenuous and any small movement from either of you could send it toppling in either direction, and you weren’t even sure what it depended on. You knew for sure which way you would like to see it go, but it was just as comfortable the way it was.

Silence fell again until the movie ended, which was the only reason you moved. You could probably have fallen asleep like that, but you weren’t ready yet, wanting to bask in whatever you had with Tendo for a while longer.

When you sat up to change the next movie, Tendo rolled over onto his back, watching you fiddle around with it. Sweat beaded on the back of his neck and he shifted uncomfortably. Seemed you felt the same because you turned to look at him, an apology written on your face.

“Sorry, do you mind if I go change into shorts. It’s actually too warm for these now,” you said, setting the DVD case back on the pile. You felt like you were suffocating in your thick winter leggings now, but if he wasn’t okay with that then you would suffer a little longer. At least until you melted.

“Oh thank god you said something. I was about to die in these sweatpants, I swear,” he answered, fanning his face with his hand. You were pretty sure he was just exaggerating that though. “I don’t mind if you don’t.”

“Nope,” you said, popping the ‘p’, and crawled towards the escape flap, wincing at the sound of crunching and crinkling under your knees all of a sudden. “Oops.”

“Oh those had better not have been mine,” he whined, flashing the light of his phone towards the bag. He groaned, seeing his bag of doritos crushed. He could hear you snicker outside the sheet as you walked away and growled, “Watch it. Yours are still in here, _____.”

You opened a drawer as he finally came out as well and began rifling through his bag, pulling out the pair of shorts he’d packed. When you turned around with a pair of soft shorts in your hands, you found him standing awkwardly in the middle of your room again and laughed. “I’ll go change in the bathroom. I gotta use it anyway. I’ll be right back.”

Your footsteps receded down the hall and he raced to get changed before you came back. His sweats landed on his backpack and he shrugged at himself. What did it matter, so long as they weren’t on your floor?

The sound of the sink reached his ears just as he was climbing back into the fort, frowning at his crushed chips even as he shoved a handful into his mouth. He was so gonna make you pay for a new bag, especially because you had laughed. The door creaked open and the flap shifted, and he almost choked on his chips as he realized just how short your shorts were. Were your legs always that long? And smooth? And pretty? Shit.

“How are your chip fragments?” you joked as you made yourself comfortable beside him again. Your hair fanned out behind you and you gathered it up off the base of your neck, twisting it around so that it spread out above you instead. How the fuck was the back of your neck sexy*?

He was so screwed.

“Uh,” he replied. Smooth, Satori. Shaking his head, he tried to gather his thoughts and focus them literally anywhere else. It worked. Sort of. “Pointy. You owe me a new bag.”

You scoffed, smiling at the car full of vacationing teenagers on the laptop. “There’s like four other bags in here. Quit whining.”

But he wasn’t giving it up, throwing his bag into the corner and hopefully out of the way of your carelessness. Settling behind you like he had before, he once again left space between you, afraid now of how his body might react if he didn’t. “No, all of them suck.”

You definitely noticed the gap and wondered if he was just waiting for you to take the initiative, so you did. Before he could blink, you were once again molded to his chest, head tucked under his chin and knees folded around his. He tensed, fingers curling into a fist while he willed himself to chill.

His arm came down around you again, but you could feel how stiff he was. When you made to move forward again, to give him space, his arm locked, even pulling you back again and you grinned. With his arm now lit up properly by the light of the laptop, you realized you could see the tattoos more clearly, and began to trace the stars and fish on his arm.

“Aren’t these the spirit fish from Avatar?” you asked, skimming over the white and black koi. It was a watercolor piece, lacking the heavy lines like the ones on his other arm, and you felt him nod against the top of your head. “They’re gorgeous. Who’s your artist?”

“A friend of mine in Miyagi did those,” he answered, watching you continue to trail up his arms. Goosebumps were raising the fine hairs all over his body, your touches so gentle and intimate, your focus rapt. Higher up near his elbow was what appeared to be two jolly rogers, but they weren’t the normal ones. “Those are from a pirate manga I read in Jump,” he said before you could ask, and you smoothed your hand over them before sliding it back up near his hand.

His heart skipped a beat when your fingers curled into his palm, hesitating before you slipped them between his. He was sure you could feel his heart pounding away in his chest, unaware that you couldn’t because yours was racing fast enough that you were lightheaded. Folding his fingers down over your hand locked them together, but you didn’t try to pull away. If anything, you tried to cuddle up closer to him, dragging your hands so that they were pressed to your chest. It was the most intimate thing he had experienced in recent memory and if his heart didn’t slow down it was going to explode.

The movie wasn’t holding his interest and a new question cropped up in his mind, one he had wondered more than once before tonight and he couldn’t figure out why he thought of it now, but he latched onto it because otherwise he really thought he was going to combust. Besides, it would ease some of his insecurity if he got an answer.

“What took you so long to set this up, anyway? I kind of thought you had changed your mind for a while,” he said, staring at the screen. He was sort of taking it in, an anchor point so he didn’t get lost in his thoughts.

Your chest rumbled against his hand when you hummed, and your answer was so mundane and rational that he almost laughed. “Well a part of it was wanting to get to know you a bit before we did this. Didn’t want to invite a total stranger to spend the night, after all. And then it was just a matter of waiting for my roommates to freakin’ leave.”

“Oh, are your roommates actually gone*?” he asked in surprise. He had thought they were just out for the night and would be home-- probably not soon, given the time, but still. “Like, for the weekend?”

You hummed again in agreement, twirling the ends of your hair absently around your fingers. You were locked onto the movie, absorbed as Leatherface chased one of the characters he didn’t care about through the yard. He fell quiet, thinking you wanted to watch uninterrupted, but then you asked, “That’s alright, right? They would have just wanted to join in otherwise and they can’t stand horror movies either, so they would’ve just talked through it.”

Exactly like he was doing, he realized, and his face grew hot. Hopefully he hadn’t already annoyed you. He nodded, responding in a much quieter voice. “It’s fine. Was just surprised, I guess.”

For a while, neither of you said anything and Tendo managed to focus on the movie, feeling you jump and twitch every once in a while at scares you weren’t expecting. Unfortunately, those movements were brushing against areas that he really didn’t need them too and your shorts did nothing to diminish the curve of your ass against him or the slowly growing hard on he was getting. It didn’t help that every time he shifted even a little you would just follow him, as if he wasn’t pinned by your hand holding his.

But shit, if he didn’t move soon he was going to be screwed. The bathroom-- that would get him out of there before he embarrassed the fuck out of himself.

It was too late, though. You flinched and ground your ass back into him and he groaned before he could help it. You froze, he froze, he just really wanted to die.

“I-- Sorry. I’m really sorry,” he said, tugging at his hand to try and escape. He wasn’t sure what he was going to do, but the best option was probably to leave and transfer to a school in a whole different country. He could already hear your words now, an echo of so many times before, the sting of disappointment a familiar feeling around his heart.

“I’m sorry, Tendo. I just don’t see you that way.”

It was because he was a freak with a weird name and creepy eyes and-- fuck. It was high school all over again, being rejected by someone he genuinely thought liked him only to find out they were using him to get to Ushijima or pretending to as a fucking joke, only this time Ushijima wasn’t around and he had really gotten himself into it by agreeing to any of this.

But you were refusing to let his hand go, holding so tight he thought his fingers might break, saying his name until he came back down from his panicked high.

“Tendo, Tendo, calm down, please,” you were begging. You had rolled onto your back, unable to sit up because you were using both your hands to keep him from jumping up and taking the whole fort down. You could see it on his face when he finally heard you, wide vermillion eyes locking with yours while his heart continued to race.

He remained propped up on his elbow, ready to run at the first opportunity, and you almost felt bad for antagonizing him as much as you had. If you had known your teasing was going to get him this riled up, you would have tried a different tactic-- or not tried it at all. Maybe you had pushed too far too soon, and the skittish look in his pretty eyes worried you that you had ruined it.

“It’s alright, Tendo,” you said, trying to keep your voice quiet and soothing. It felt an awful lot like you were dealing with a wary animal-- like a coyote or a fox. When the insistent tension in his arm faded is when you relaxed your death grip on his fingers.

The sound of the movie was too loud in the unnatural silence between you, and you rolled over to turn it down. When it was only a background buzz, you turned back to him. He was still staring at you without blinking, his eyes devoid of the panic from earlier but now they were eerily blank.

“I’m so sorry,” he said, deadpan. He flinched when you took his hand again, forehead scrunching in confusion. “I don’t understand. There’s no way you-- What are you doing?”

It was your turn to be confused, pursing your lips at him. He sounded so lost-- and wary again-- like a child. For the first time, you wondered what his childhood had actually been like. He talked an awful lot about Ushiwaka and Semi, and the volleyball club in general, but you heard nothing outside of that. It made you suspicious now.

“What am I doing?” you parroted, finally sitting up. Your joined hands fell into your lap and you stared down at them, petting the back of his hand with your free one. “Do you not want me to?”

His words were stuck in his throat, trapped by the lump there, and he swallowed thickly. His mouth felt like cotton, and he shook his head, croaking out, “It isn’t that. I just don’t understand why.”

“Why what?” you asked, gentle amusement in your voice. There was no teasing, no malicious undertones that he could hear, like you were waiting to spring the final part of the joke on him. And he was listening for it. After years of dealing with it, he had learned to recognize it in people’s words and on their faces. The way their lips would curl and their eyes would narrow just before cruelty would spew from their mouths, he knew the tells and you--

Had none.

There was nothing but open curiosity and nervousness-- and hope. A lot of hope swirled in your eyes and he swallowed again. He was just going to disappoint you. If not tonight then tomorrow, if not tomorrow then next week. It was going to happen--

“Why do you like me? How do you like me? I’m-- weird. And you’re--” He gestured frantically up and down at all of you. You weren’t anything he was-- a freak. With freaky eyes and a freaky name and a freaky personality.

“I-- um,” you said, and you couldn’t help but smile. There was clearly a lot of baggage with him, and his questions made that obvious. It was likely too much to unpack tonight, especially when you were still only just getting to know each other. Reassurance was what he needed, and that was something you could offer on the spot. “You’re funny...and sweet and...very good looking. Your eyes are so pretty. Um, there’s also the fact that you’re the only person who would watch these movies with me, which earns you a lot of points, in my opinion,” you said, tapping your lips as you stared up at the ceiling.

Your face was on fire as you listed things off the top of your head, your throat tight with anxiety as you wondered what he would say in response. They were all surface level things for now, but you knew underneath the armor that there was a lot more to Tendo, and you hoped you had a chance to discover it.

He groaned low in his throat, not from disgust but from a deep seated need to believe you meant those things. His forehead met your shoulder, his fingers squeezing yours. He didn’t fight it when you eased back down, following after you without a word, leaving his face hidden in your neck. He was still trying to gather his thoughts and calm his overworked heart. It would be so easy to reject you and be on his way, to return home and beat himself up for letting himself get too close and too comfortable with you when he knew nothing would come of it.

Except something had come of it and he wasn’t sure what to do now. Semi and Ushijima always told him he was too closed off and that someone was going to come around who actually liked him and his ‘weird ass’ and that he was going to lose that chance because of some stupid high school assholes. Was he though? He wanted to believe you, wanted to trust you, and slowly he relaxed, his stress leaving him in a long, tired exhale.

“You mean it?” he whispered against your neck, and you could feel his lashes tickle your skin when he blinked. His arm was heavy where his hand rested on your stomach, fingers intertwined with yours, and you squeezed his hand as tight as you could.

“I do. I like you and really want a chance to get to know you better,” you whispered back, and it suddenly felt like no one existed but the two of you, protected from everything in the world outside by a few sheets and each other's warmth. There would be things to discuss and hiccups to overcome, but you could worry about those tomorrow. In that moment, all you wanted was to prove to Tendo you wanted him.

Maybe it was your words, whispered softly into the dark, or your hand gripping his for dear life, or the way you let him cling to you like a lifeline, or maybe it was a combination, but when he pulled back from his hiding place and found you staring at him, he slotted his lips against yours without thinking. Your lips parted almost immediately, free hand sliding out from between your bodies to tangle in the close cropped hair at the nape of his neck and you used it to pull yourself closer.

When your tongue poked out to glide across the seam of his lips, he let you in on a breath, tilting his head to deepen the kiss. His eyes were squeezed shut tight as your tongue met his, praying that what was happening wasn’t a dream, and he wasn’t expecting it when you gasped and pulled away all of a sudden.

His eyes popped open and he stared down at you with panic. “What? Did I do something wrong?”

“I-- forgot you have a tongue ring,” you said, and the laughed. “Fuck, that’s hot.”

He blinked like an owl, eyes wide as he processed your words. It wasn’t something that he had ever expected to hear in his life, let alone from the girl he was half-making out with in a freakin’ pillow fort. He suddenly wondered if his life had turned into a Shounen Jump manga.

“Well, so are you,” he said, and leaned in for another kiss.

It was kind of hot to see him confident and you felt heat pool in your stomach, starting to bleed further down as his tongue slipped into your mouth again. He tasted like the root beer he had been drinking all night, and you couldn’t resist toying with the piercing, swirling your tongue around it and listening to him moan against your mouth.

Your shirt had ridden up your stomach as you moved around, trying to get closer to him, and neither of you realized it until Tendo’s hand smoothed over your skin. He froze mid-kiss, waiting for your reaction, and was unsurprised when your hand grabbed his.

What he didn’t expect was for you to guide it upwards, letting go when you hit your ribs to cup his cheek. Pulling back just enough that he could speak against your lips, he asked, “Are you sure?”

“Frankly, Tendo,” you said, and kissed him again before you continued, “I haven’t wanted anyone this bad in forever. Even if we wake up tomorrow and change our minds, I am fucking sure right now.”

He groaned, letting his hand hike your shirt up a little higher until his hand cupped under your breast. He wasn’t sure when you had taken your bra off, or maybe you hadn’t been wearing one the whole time, but there was nothing impeding his skin from caressing yours. Your breast was so soft in his hand, topped by a pretty pink nipple that he couldn’t resist pinching. You mewled underneath him, pulling your shirt up to uncover your other breast and he moved to that one, doing the same and feeling your nipple harden at his touch.

“Fuck, you’re so pretty,” he rasped, gazing down the length of your body. Your thighs were clenched, and his hand migrated lower, fingertips skimming over your skin.

The heat that was pooling earlier erupted when they met the waistband of your shorts, but he paused, looking unsure again.

“Tendo, I’ll show you how much I want this,” you whispered and grabbed his hand. He was still hesitant, looking at your face as you slid his hand into your panties, and his eyes widened.

“You’re so wet,” he groaned, his fingers gliding over your soaked lips, spreading your slick all over them. His fingers quickly found your clit, circling it and you squeezed his hand between your thighs, hips jerking. “All because of me? I’m flattered.”

Teasing at your soaked opening, he waited for you to balk but you only twitched, panting against his lips before he sunk one finger in, your walls parting easily. You moaned and he swallowed it in a kiss, his tongue filling your mouth again. It wasn’t long before he was fitting a second finger, crooking them up and grazing your sweet spot, his thumb taking over massaging your clit as he pumped them inside you. Your arousal was already high enough that you could feel your orgasm coming on, and you pulled away to announce it.

“T-Tendo, gonna--” You gasped when he forced them in deeper, a mischievous smirk on his face as he prodded your cervix. “How-- fuck, your fingers are so long,” you whined, toes curling.

“Think you can take one more?” he asked, already fitting the tip of a third finger in. But it was only when you nodded, tears pricking the corners of your eyes that he slipped it in. Your teeth dug into your lip before they parted in a soundless cry.

The coil snapped on the first thrust and he groaned, drinking in your face as he tipped you over the edge. No one had ever cum so prettily for him before and he wanted to see it again.

But only if you wanted it. His cock throbbed painfully in his shorts when he pulled his fingers from your twitching hole, feeling you shudder against him. Examining his glistening fingers in the screen light, he slid one experimentally into his mouth and moaned. “You taste so good, princess.”

You gasped at the pet name, a warmth unrelated to the one between your legs blooming in your chest. He said it was such reverence that you flushed, hoping he’d say it again at some point. Never had anyone called you that before, at least in that context.

When he laid back down beside you, his erection brushed against your leg and he stifled a groan. He was wearing boxers but the friction against his cock was still a pleasurable sensation. Not as much as your hand might be--

Speaking of hands, he nearly jumped out of his skin when you cupped him, squeezing and kneading up the length of him confined in his clothes. A shaky breath ripped out of him, the result of him barely containing a moan, and his long fingers wrapped around your wrist to stop you.

“That’s alright, _____. You don’t have to--” But you weren’t listening and the pressure felt too good. His head fell back, eyes fluttering closed, content to let you literally massage his dick until you started tugging at his shorts. He stopped you more insistently then, pulling your hand away. “Wait a second. Let me get ‘em off since you’re so eager, princess.”

He pulled his shirt over his head first, because it was getting way too hot in there anyway, and then kicked his shorts and boxers off into the dark corner. His cock bobbed against his stomach as he rolled onto his side again, leaking precum already.

Your hand was soft against his stomach, roaming over the hard planes of his abs and down further, until it wrapped lightly around his head.

And froze.

“What the-- Tendo, what are those?” you asked in a high pitched, startled tone. Before he could answer, you let go and rolled onto your back, exposing him to the light and you thought for sure you had died and gone to heaven.

It wasn’t just his arms that were covered in ink. His shoulders, chest, and sides were all covered in it as well, swirls and splashes of color interrupted by splotches of black or white or skin. You could hardly make out what the images were in the flickering, inconsistent light, but you recognized flowers and circles, and on his pec you were pretty sure there was a scene of a lake bathed in moonlight. And as your eyes followed the path of colors down, you landed on the thing that had startled you in the first place.

“Those are--” you breathed, taking his cock into your hand again. There was a ball at the tip, covered in precum, and you knew if you traced down, you would find another just below the crown. Further down on his shaft were five horizontal barbells in a row, and you recognized it as a Jacob’s Ladder. “Fuck me.”

“Gladly,” Tendo quipped and pounced. He settled between your legs and tugged your shorts down over your hips, and you had to hold your legs up to let him pull them the rest of the way off. He was too tall to sit straight up without brushing his head against the ceiling, but he braced back on his arms when you grabbed his shaft again. He groaned when you fondled the ball below his crown, shuddering at the intense pleasure. It was one of the major reasons he’d gotten it- to enhance the sensations. But the feel of your fingers gliding over his tip, gathering the precum and nudging the ball was something else entirely. “Holy shit, that feels amazing.”

His voice sent shivers through you, deep and raspy and way too needy. But you were unsure of what would hurt him, so you kept your touches light, feeling his thighs tense under yours, his fingers squeezing your calves as he let you explore. Before long though, he was pulling your hand away, pinning it down at your side. “Can’t keep that up, princess. I need more, if you’re alright with it,” he said, letting his cock settle against your cunt.

The piercings were warm and pronounced against your folds, and you shuddered when the ball under his head grazed your clit. The thought of them inside you, rubbing all along your walls as he fucked you was too much and you could feel yourself growing wetter, your pussy drooling for it.

“Yes, Tendo, please. I want it, I want to feel them inside me,” you begged, rocking your hips. The stimulation was mind blowing and your walls clenched, empty and needy for him to fill you up. And he would, his cock was huge-- he still had room for more piercings below the ones he had. You had no doubt you would be stretching to take him and you keened in the back of your throat.

“I want you to call me Satori, princess. And I need you to let me know if it’s uncomfortable,” he said, pressing the tip of his cock into your sopping hole. “Sometimes they make it hurt, but you’re so fucking wet I don’t think it will. You really like these, huh?”

You were really just answering his question as you said yes, but a stream of them fell out of your mouth as he pushed the rest of his cock inside you, encouraging him to continue. The stretch was so good, your walls splitting easily for him, and you could feel every ball just like you had imagined grazing against your walls. The ball at his slit rested snugly against your cervix, and you didn’t even realize you were screaming as you came, hips jerking in his hands as he let you ride it out.

He was staring at you with what could only be awe, his mouth slack and eyes wide with surprise. “Holy fuck, princess, did you just cum?”

Your breaths were coming in pants as your mind spun, trying to come down from the unexpected high. It came on so suddenly you had no time to prepare, and tears slid down your cheeks. “F-Feels so good,” you whispered, fingers digging into the blanket beneath you. “Satori, oh my god.”

“Are you alright? We can stop--” he said, but you shook your head frantically, locking your ankles around his back, and he laughed under his breath. You sure were something else. He knew for a fact no one had ever come just from him sliding into them and a swell of pride filled his chest. “No? Alright, whatever you want, princess. Can I move?”

This time you nodded and he was slow as he pulled back, making sure you were okay. You were so tight around him from your orgasm, your walls fluttering with overstimulation, but your back arched when he stuffed himself back in, a breathy moan slipping out of you. Hiking your legs higher up on his hips, he bent over you, gathering your hands and pinning them above your head, lacing his fingers with yours. His lips met yours as he thrust into you slowly, grinding deep and stifling a moan. Once again you were playing with his tongue ring, flicking it as you suckled on his tongue. The fort-- and probably the room-- was filled with the wet slap of his hips on yours every time he drove his cock into you, drowning out the low buzz of the forgotten movie still playing. He was being careful, waiting for you to stop being so sensitive, and he knew you were ready when you arched into his chest and pulled away.

“So good, Satori,” you murmured against his lips, hips rising to meet his. Your eyes were glazed and fucked out, tears still flowing and you could already feel the start of another orgasm, but he was moving too slow. The drag and pull of his piercings had almost all of your attention, the ball at his tip constantly tapping your cervix, making your toes curl with every thrust. “You’re so big, and those-- fuck-- piercings feel so good inside me. I can feel them all everywhere.”

He snickered darkly at that and kissed your cheek. “You wanna feel even better, kitten?” he whispered into your ear, nipping the shell. He could feel you nod against his cheek, nails digging into his hands where he kept them pinned above your head, and then he was letting them go and pulling out of you. You whined, staring up at him in dismay, but he already had your thighs in his hands, prodding you to roll over. “Trust me, pretty girl. On your stomach, just like that.”

It was a bit difficult to get comfortable, but he grabbed a pillow and jammed it beneath your hips before settling with his legs outside of yours. And when you shook your ass, begging him to hurry up, he couldn’t deny you, not when he wanted to be back inside your tight heat so badly.

“Holyshitholyshitholyshit,” you whined, high-pitched and breathless as he finally filled you again. His thighs trembled as he forced himself not to just stuff himself into you, you were so tight. And the way you were crying and shuddering beneath him wasn’t helping, especially when you gasped his given name like a prayer. “*Satori, oh my god.”

If you thought those piercings felt good before, you were in heaven now. Everyone of them dragged slowly over the front wall of your cunt, grinding into your sweet spot and you had to bite the pillow to keep from outright screaming. And he was so, so, so big inside you, but with your legs trapped between his there was nothing you could do but take him. Against your will, your legs kicked, hitting him in the back as you wailed into the pillow, tears streaming down your cheeks in an endless flood.

He snarled into your ear as he planted his elbows beside your head, plastering himself to your back. “You are so fucking tight, princess. How do those piercings feel now?”

“So good so good so good,” you babbled, circling your hips back on his dick to get any friction you could. The orgasm that had been building came back ten fold just from him hilting inside of you and you knew that if he fucked you like this you would be cumming in seconds. “‘Tori, please move, please please please.”

Your needy begging made his cock twitch and you whimpered as he slowly pulled out of you and pushed back in, intentionally slow to let you feel everything. The pleasure was ebbing and flowing, building and falling because he wasn’t moving fast enough, but you couldn’t bring yourself to ask him to go faster, not when you could feel him so clearly. Every time he bottomed out, he made sure to grind down into you, nudging your cervix with the tip of his cock so he could feel you clench suddenly around him. It never failed to make him moan, your slick walls gripping him so tightly as he dragged himself back out. He wanted to make your pussy his new home and barring that he was going to fuck the shape of his cock into you.

“Tell me what you need to make you cum, princess,” he whispered into your ear. He knew what he needed, but he was still learning what would make you feel good.

Releasing the pillow from your teeth, the first thing you did was moan out his name again as he buried himself inside you again. You were so close to cumming, your clit throbbing with need and if he even brushed it you were going to be gushing all over him. You gasped as he thrust a little harder than before.

“If you don’t answer me I’ll just keep going like this, kitten. I can go for hours, if you want,” he whispered, warm against your ear. That made you twitch underneath him, and he chuckled. “You like the sound of that? We’ll try it another time. Right now, I need you to tell me where you want me to cum and how I can make you cum, okay?”

His words were dark and sweet and coaxing, and you were sure you had never whined so much in your whole life. “Touch me, please, Satori. I wanna cum all over your cock and pretty piercings while you cum in me, oh fuck.”

Bracing himself on his elbow, he forced his hand beneath your stomach, aided by you lifting your hips, and you whimpered when he finally, finally brushed your clit. It was all it took and you had to bite the pillow again as you creamed all over his cock, whiting out and screaming into it as you shuddered and jerked. He eased you through it, leaving his cock buried inside you while he fondled your clit, listening to you whimper and moan. It was a good thing you had hidden your face because you would surely have woken the whole complex up otherwise.

He groaned into your ear as you massaged his cock, so tight that you launched him into his own orgasm, cumming inside you as you had asked. He remained still inside of you even after you had relaxed, leaving small kisses all over your hair before he leaned down to rest his head on the pillow. He had fucked you so slowly that he hadn’t broken a sweat, and yet he was still out of breath and panting. His head swam for several more minutes, until you shifted beneath him. But you didn’t move like you wanted him to get off.

Instead, you turned to look at him, a lazy, blissed out grin on your face and said, “Holy shit, that was so amazing. I’ve never cum so many times.”

“So were you. I’ve never made someone cum so many times,” he admitted, and replayed the way you came just because he had filled you. That was something he was unlikely to ever forget. He brushed some hair out of your face before leaning in to kiss you. It was slow and gentle, belying how tired the two of you now were, and he could see you were ready to fall asleep. “Gonna pull out of you now, princess. Need you to stay nice and relaxed, okay?”

You nodded, your eyes closing and winced as he slid from your ruined hole. A stream of cum followed after and he took a moment to appreciate it, allowing a smirk to steal across his face. There was no doubt you were his now, at least for a little while, and he committed it all to memory before gently gripping your shoulders. “We should really get cleaned up, then we can go to sleep.”

You grumbled cutely but let him help you up, the both of you stumbling blindly to the bathroom. Sleepiness was a thick fog, and you got cleaned up as quickly as possible before returning to the room. The two of you stood in the doorway, looking at the mess of nonsense covering the bed, and then you looked at Tendou.

“Let’s just sleep in there,” you suggested, taking him by the hand. He let you lead him over, watching the way your ass swayed as you crawled into the fort for hopefully the final time that night. In the few minutes it had taken him to get in after you, you had already pulled a blanket over your legs and were setting up the next movie to play. Not that you would be watching it, but he understood it was the principle of the thing. This was a movie marathon and it just wouldn’t do to fall asleep without being in the middle of one.

Once he’d gotten comfortable behind you, you rolled over and splayed out across his chest, startling him. He had expected to curl himself around your back while you went to sleep, but now you were tracing what lines you could see on his chest in the thin light. His hand rested on your waist, the other tucked behind his head, and he closed his eyes, comfortable with your warmth and weight in his arms.

“Satori,” you murmured, your hand falling flat right over the picture of the lake. “I really do like you.”

He laughed at that, and you could feel it rumble in your ear, deep in his chest. He was clearly as tired as you were, but you needed to say it. There was something in your half asleep brain that would not stop telling you to say it, and you were in no position to fight it.

“I figured as much, princess. Three orgasms are hard to fake, especially around a dick as big as mine,” he answered, and you blanched for a moment before erupting into laughter. He watched you through narrow eyes, fondness bubbling in his chest, until you settled back down against him. “You’re absolutely gorgeous, you know that?”

“So’re you,” you murmured. The nagging had stopped now that you had said what you needed too, and you were falling asleep quickly. “Don’t be gone when I wake up tomorrow, okay?”

“It already is tomorrow, and I’ll be here. There’s nowhere else I wanna be anyway,” he answered, letting his eyes close as well. With your comfortable weight on his chest and your even breathing mixing with the buzzing of the movie in the background in his ears, he drifted to sleep in no time, for once not worrying about what tomorrow would bring.

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echos-newlegs · 3 years

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Hey Dear, could you please do 30 with Crosshair or Wolffe and she... and some smut? Thank you ❤

Months without you

Heck yeah, gunna go with Wolffe because I wanna take a break from writing Crosshair. Thanks for the request!

Wolffe x Reader: "How funny! I wanted to take a shower, too. How bout we both take one, to save water, of course."

Warnings: smut, f receiving, f riding m, p in v, praise, slight authority kink, it's wolffe, what do you expect tbh. He does call you girl like twice? But yeah, it do be kind of long. Sorry 🤠

"Senator, someone's here to see you," your handmaiden spoke. Causing you to look up from your desk of paper work and projects. "Who is it?" You asked, and Wolffe peaked his head from behind the door. A small smile creeping onto your face. "Just me," "Just you? No Comet, Sinker, Boost, and Master Plo today?" You asked with a raised brow. Motioning with your hand for him to come in. "Will that be all, m'lady?" The maiden asked, making you nod. "Yes, you're dismissed, thank you."

Wolffe approached your desk with a sigh. Sitting on the bench in the rather roomy office. You stepping over to join once the door was shut behind the maiden. "So, what brings your here?" You asked. Seating yourself beside him. Smiling as his arm snaked around your waist. "Just came to see my favorite Senator." He hummed. Resting his head on yours.

You took his free hand into your lap. Playing with his fingers. "Are you stressed? You seem tense, my love." You asked. Looking up, causing him to pull his head back to look at your face. Bringing his hand up to rest on the side of your face. "I guess I am a little," he gruffed. Leaning down to press a chaste kiss to your lips. "But it's fine, it's always better with you."

You and Wolffe had been dating in secret- well as secret as you could keep it with his nosy brothers. For a good seven months now. The two of you met on a mission. He and his men had to help you and your people with an invasion, and he couldn't get enough of you. Nor could you really get enough of him. So anytime he was in the area, or got the okay of leave. He was there knocking at your door. Hoping to at least get one hug in from you.

You brought a hand up to brush through his hair. Resulting in his eyes falling shut, head pushing into your touch slightly while he grunted. You smiled at that. Kissing his cheek while wrapping your other arm around his neck. "I was gunna go shower, you can wait here?" You spoke against his skin while his lips pressed gentle kisses to the crook of your neck. Causing a small hum to leave your throat. By the way he smirked against your skin, in response. You could tell he had other plans. He just got there, he wasn't about to let you go for even a second.

"Really?" He murmured, kissing up the side of your neck. Loose strands of your hair tickling at his nose. You nodded, 'yes.' "How funny, I wanted to take a shower, too." He grumbled. "How about we take a shower together? To save water, of course." He sighed out, nipping the skin under your ear. Then your earlobe. Your hands gripping at his shoulders while gasping.

He nuzzled your cheek with a grin. "Well, if your up for it?" You shuddered at how his voice seemed to lower a few octaves. His hands gripping at your hips. Trying to slip them under your shirt, until he pulled back and realized you were in a dress. Cursing under his breath. It made you giggle. His eyes flashing back to yours. "I'm up for it, if you are." You admitted. Fidgeting with his chest plate as he grinned back to you. "How bout we leave your armor in my room.. need you comfortable, right?" You purred, and he was up in nearly an instant. Hands pulling you up. Causing you to gasp and titter.

The two of you ventured to your room. Wolffe muttering soft nothings in your ear. "I've missed you so much, you know that?" He commented. Hands roaming anywhere he could reach. Urging you to nearly sprint to your bedroom to head for the fresher and start the water. "You want me to mark you up like last time? Leave a little reminder until next time we see each other?" He rumbled, keeping his voice down a bit. Your breath quivering, and you nodded faintly. Wolffe sniggered at that. Kissing your neck, hands fleeing to your waist while he trailed behind you.

You opened the door to your room. Wolffe practically shoving you inside while he scrambled to shut the door and then pin you against it. Lowering into your space while his lips were inches from yours. "You wanna.. tell me where you want my armor?" He asked, looking down to your lips, then back to your eyes. Darting his tongue out to lick his lips. You motioned past him to a chair by the bed. Gulping slightly. "On that chair is fine," "Alright, Cyar'ika." You whimpered a bit at the name. Never in a relationship had your previous partners made you feel the way he does, but he was just so.. Different. So wonderful.

He brought his now ungloved hand up to brush the backs of his fingers against your cheek. Then run his thumb over your bottom lip. "So beautiful," he growled, and you couldn't help but smile. You heart beating quicker with each passing moment. Bringing a hand up to cup the side of his face. Watching as he leant into the touch. "So handsome," you cooed. Running the tips of your fingers gently over his scar. Wolffe shuddering this time. Pulling away from you to head for the chair. Beginning to unlatch his armor on the way over. "Go start the water, you better be undressed by the time I'm in there, too." He ordered, and you hummed. "Yes, Commander." You teased. You knew that got him riled up. Stealing a glance from his lust filled gaze as you disappeared into the fresher.

He didn't waist anytime. Discarding his armor, weapon, and boots where he was told to. Then making his way to you. His safe place. His haven.

He could hear you humming, seeing your figure behind the glass as you stood beneath the water. Seeing your clothes in a hamper, discarding his blacks in the same. "It should be just right, I think?" You spoke. Wolffe climbing in with a small hum. The warm water hitting his sun-kissed skin. Watching as you turned to face him. Your hands reaching to his chest. Eyes scanning over his scars, and some newly achieved ones. "Does the water feel alright?" You asked, softly. Wolffe grunting in response. "Sure does, Cyare." He spoke. Bringing a hand up to wipe some hair from your face.

Your eyes were too focused on a rather big, still healing, wound on his arm. "What happened here?" You asked in a concerned tone. Brows furrowing. Eyes full of worry. Wolffe shook his head. Trying to swat your hand away as you went to study it. "Nothing," he told you. Making you huff out a sigh.

You looked up to him with a frown. "Wolffe, what happened?" You demanded, and he caved in. He knew you were as stubborn as he was, and he wasn't about to waste a shower with you by bickering over a silly cut. "Some shrapnel from an explosion pierced between my armor, I'm fine." You sighed. Hands moving back to trace over his older scars on his chest. Then gliding gently down his stomach. Feeling as his muscles clenched under your touch. Eyes studying his own. "You're so stubborn, you know that? Was it so hard to tell me that?" You teased. Wolffe sighing, rolling his eyes and head. Making you smile and giggle. Leaning in to press soft kisses to his neck. "So predictable too," "Predictable, huh?" He huffed and you snickered. Kissing up his jaw to his lips. "Yeah, you always roll your eyes, I know when you will by now." You poked and he grabbed at your hips with a bruising grip. Making you yelp. His lips moving to mold against yours.

Your hands moved up to wrap around his shoulders. Running through, and tugging at his hair. A low groan escaping his chest. Turning to press your back against the wall. The water hitting his back. His lips pulled from yours. You letting out a slight whine from the loss of affection. Wolffe smirking slightly at this. "I'm sure I could do some unpredictable things, Cyare. Have you squirming, making enough noise for everyone to hear." He growled.

You felt you core heat up. Inhaling sharply at his words. You both wanted each other, so desperately. It'd been months, but just for that. Wolffe was willing to play this out. You weren't sure what to expect now.

His hands moved to run down your sides, making you squirm. His rough fingers grazing over your stomach. Then dipping down to your inner thighs. Avoiding where you wanted attention the most. You nearly screamed at him for it, but you couldn't. Especially when his mouth moved to bite at your shoulder. Making you gasp.

He pulled away with that. Moving to grab a cloth and some soup. Squeezing some of it out onto the cloth. Closing the cap, and setting it aside. Handing you the cloth with a smirk. "Wash yourself, I'll wash your back." He spoke, and you raised your brows. "You aren't gunna wash yourself first, Commander?" You cooed. He sniggered at that. "I will after I'm done with you." He spoke, watching as your hands began to roam your own body. Lathering yourself up with soap. "Should I take my time?" A groan escaped his throat as you rubbed the cloth over your chest. "If you want cold water." He added, and you sighed. Both mentally cursing the fact the water didn't stay warm forever.

Once you finished, he took the cloth from you. Ordering you to turn around. Which you did. You were sure you'd put on a bit more of a show for him though. With the threat of the water cooling, and the fact he could carry this on for literal hours. You didn't feel like waiting all night for him to stop with the charades. Your hands pressing against the wall. Arching your back. Sticking your ass out a bit while your legs slid apart.

You peaked over your shoulder with a small grin. "This how you want me, Commander?" You asked, and you could tell you were playing with fire. His composer faltering. Hands flexing. Then he looked back up to you with a lustful gaze. "Yes," he hushed.

He got to soaping up your back. Groping your ass with his free hand. Small noises leaving your lips here and there that had him going absolutely wild on the inside.

He removed the shower head to spray down your body. Taking his time, again, and you were losing patience.

You leant back, meaning to press your ass against him, but he caught you. Pushing your hips forward again. "No," he grunted, and you pouted a bit. "Wolffe.." you whined and he smirked, putting the shower head back once he was satisfied. Leaning in to press a kiss to your shoulder. Snaking an arm around your waist to tease his fingers at your entrance. A finger running over your folds, and it had you yelping. "Wolffe, please," "please what? Tell me what you want, and maybe I'll do it." He directed.

You opened your mouth to say something when his finger ran over your clit. If it weren't for the wall and his grip on your waist you'd be on the floor by now. "Please, I want you," he chuckled. Lips kissing and sucking on your shoulder. "Gunna have to be more specific. " you groaned, frustrated and tired of his games. "Makers sake, I want you to fuck me." You snapped, and he hummed. Smiling against your shoulder. "You didn't ask nicely."

You nearly cried when you lost his hand between your legs. Leaning forward more, but not for long. He spun you around. Pressing your back to the wall. Lips crashing against your once more. Catching you in a hungry kiss. Though it didn't last long. His lips on a mission. Working down your body. Biting, licking, sucking, kissing. Anywhere he could reach that had you panting and writhing.

He sunk lower until he was on his knees. Something that didn't often happen, but when it did you knew you were in for a hell of a trip.

His hands pulled your thighs so they were slung over his shoulders. Giving him perfect access to your cunt. His eyes gazing up threw hooded lids. Breath fanning over your entrance. Hands racing to tangle in his hair. "Who's in charge here?" You groaned at his words, "Wolffe, please." "Ah-Ah, answer me, Who's in charge. Senator." You licked your lips. Chest heaving a bit. "You are, sir." He smirked, "Good girl."

You nearly lost it, especially when he leant forward. Eyes still staring up to watch your features while he pressed a kiss to your clit. One hand keeping your thighs from crushing his head. The other helping tease you.

He pushed a finger in you. Curling it while he pressed his tongue in. Your face contorting, throwing your head back while you furrowed your brows. Releasing a rather pent up moan. "Fuck, Wolffe," he groaned when you tugged at his hair. Shoving another finger inside you. Licking and lapping until you were shaking and babbling.

When you were close, you let out a gasp. Tugging his hair once more. "Wolffe, oh, kriff, Commander, I'm close." He smirked. Giving one last lick, then pulling his finger out. Letting your legs drop back to the ground. Wolffe keeping you up still while you shook and pouted.

"Cyare," he licked off his fingers. And you couldn't tell if the liquid dripping down his chin was you or the water. "I'm going to finish showering, and you are too." He told you. Standing to meet you. Your eyes half lidded. "And your going to dry off and get ready, and meet me in your bed, am I understood?" He spoke. Beginning to rub soap over his own body. Nearly breaking when you saw how hard he was already. "Cyare, am I understood?" He snapped, and you nodded your head. "Yes, you are." He raised a brow. "Sir," "good." He kissed your cheek. Begging to rinse himself off and work some shampoo in his hair.

The shower felt like ages, and all you two needed to really do was wash your hair. But you were still trying to regain composer, and you barely knew how he was keeping sane. Wanting to reach out and touch him, but you knew he could and would keep doing this all night until you broke into a million pieces.

He climbed out, leaving you alone. Though he didn't forget to run a hand over the small of your back before his way out. Keeping your hands to yourself, which only made him smirk. "Wolffe," "hm?" He asked as he dried himself. More of a grumble, really. "You want me to get dressed, too?" You asked. Finishing rinsing the soap from your hair. Then shutting the water. "Just a towel is fine, Cyare. Don't keep me waiting," he pried.

When he left the fresher you climbed out yourself. Drying your hair, and then your body. Trying to fix your still damp locks so you didn't look, too, ridiculous. Letting out a soft huff before sneaking out in your towel.

Wolffe was sat on the bed. Looking up at you, raising a brow. You stood there for a moment, expecting him to tell you to do something, but he just motioned you to come over. Holding his arms out for you. So you did.

You climbed over his lap, straddling his waist. Hands holding at his shoulders while you looked down to him. "I've missed you, so much," you spoke. Running your fingers up the side of his neck, and then to his cheek. Brushing a drop of water off his tanned skin. "Missed you, too, Cyare." He added. Kissing you slowly, then parting. "Now lay down."

You climbed off him. Wolffe pulling the towel off from around out. Allowing you to lay down bare in front of him. Letting his own towel drop down onto the floor. "On my back?" You asked, and he nodded as he climbed in between your legs. Large hands holding your thighs. Running them up and down your skin. "I want to watch you, while I tear you apart." His words made you shudder. Thighs attempting to clench, but they just squeezed around his waist. "Wolffe," you cooed, "I want you, please." He leant down and connected his lips with yours. "There's my nice girl," he praised. Bringing a free hand to cup your chin as he positioned himself. "Wait," you spoke, and he cocked a brow. Growing a bit concerned for a second there. "Can I.." you trailed off. Running your fingers through his damp hair. "Ride you?"

Wolffe nearly collapsed. The two of you had slept together, sure, but never had you offered to ride him. He never asked, either. He didn't want to pressure you, or scare you, or make you in any shape or form uncomfortable. So he was thrilled that you asked. Nodding softly. "Yeah, sure." He spoke, a bit in shock.

You pushed his chest lightly. Shoving him to lay on his back. Straddling his hips again. His hands moving to rest on your thighs while you got yourself positioned. "Beautiful, " he purred. Eyes roaming your body. Whispering more sweet nothings, and feeling you up. While you lowered yourself onto him. "Kriff," he groaned. Your walls clenching, legs trembling a bit. It was something your body never seemed to adjust to. Especially since he was always gone for weeks or even months at a time.

You lowered your upper body, fingers digging into his chest. Face hidden in the crook of his neck while you panted and adjusted. Tears pricking at the corners of your eyes. Wolffes hands roaming and rubbing your back. "You're doing so good, shh, I love you more than maker knows." He muttered sweet nothings. You whispering a small 'I love you, too,' back.

Once you felt accustomed to the feel, you rocked your hips forward. Your mouth falling open a bit, and his hands went back to position at your hips. Pulling your upper body back up to look down at him hands splayed on his chest. "Mm, Kriff," you moaned. Raising yourself, and then falling back onto him.

You continued this motion for a bit, and when Wolffe felt the time was right. He started thrusting his hips up, meeting your hips. Small noises leaving your lips while he fucked up into you. Your fingers clawing at his chest. Small mewls leaving you while he groaned.

You were trying to quicken the speed, legs beginning to tire. Wolffe could tell, the way your thighs trembled under his touch. So he took your hips to help hold you up. Propping his legs up a bit more while he trusted into you. The newer angle making you gasp. Vision blurring, seeing stars. "Wolffe, oh maker, there, oh stars!" You babbled. Wolffe making it his personal mission to hit that spot with each thrust.

It didn't take long before you were nearing the brim, nearly overflowing with pleasure. "I'm, so close," you gasped in between thrusts. Wolffe already knew, by the way you were clenching around him, and the way your eyes were falling shut with pleasure. "Look at me," he demanded. You fighting to keep your eyes open as his hips snapped up into you. Hitting that bundle of nerves again, making your arch your back. Slapping a hand to your mouth to hold back your scream of pleasure. Walls clenching around him, making his orgasm hit shortly after. "Oh, Cyare," "Wolffe-" you both exclaimed at the same time. Him letting a few more sloppy thrusts happen while he shot his seed into you. Allowing you to pull off and then collapse onto his chest once he was done.

You were both panting. Sweaty. "So much for that shower," you exhaled. Kissing his chest. Rubbing slightly over the red marks you left. "Hmm," he grunted, "We'll just have to take another." You let out a weak chuckle. Eyes falling shut. "Separate.." you breathed out while his hand ran through your hair. Drifting off to sleep on his chest while your body attempted to come down from its high. "Maybe."

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ericsangyeon · 3 years

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addicted - l.sy

‘He was like fire, she was his igniter. Together they were each other's addictions.”

pairing: sangyeon x female! reader

word count: 7.0k

genre: angst, fluff, suggestive

theme: gang au sorta??

warnings: SMUT!!, profanity, drinking, guns, blood, kidnapping, bang chan and skz are villians

a/n: hey guys! i wanted to try writing a fic bc why not! this is my first tme ever writing smut so be nice. also this was edited many times but there could be mistakes so just bare with me. enjoy it! i worked really hard hehe -t :D

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“Kevin oh my god. I'm not going to that criminal ball.” I roll my eyes at my best friend.

“Pretty please? You can finally meet Jacob! And I'm pretty sure a certain someone wants you there too,” Kevin smirks from the other side of the work area. I stop cleaning the countertops and stare up at him with wide eyes.

Kevin, and his boyfriend Jacob, are members of the underground mafia group TBZ, which never gets brought up when I'm with Kevin because he knows it makes me uncomfortable. That was until Lee Sangyeon came into the picture. Sangyeon is the leader and “big boss” (as Kevin calls him) of TBZ, and has somehow found interest in me. Ever since Kevin brought him into the cafe a month ago during one of my shifts, I kept bumping into him everywhere. From work, to campus, to even near my apartment. He tries to make small talk with me, which I always ignore and keep distance from him. I see him all the time despite wanting to, and I want nothing to do with him…. even though he literally looks and talks like an angel sent from heaven. I'm positive there is some sort of an attraction between the two of us. But don't tell anyone I said that. Lee Sangyeon is hopelessly attractive and I couldn't help myself to have developed a crush on him. If it wasn't for his shady career choice, I would have hooked up with him in an instant.

“How many times do I have to tell you Kevin? I want nothing to do with him,” I cry while Kevin snickers.

“He's not even that bad, he only hurts people who have wronged him” Kevin explains.”But never mind about him, Jacob really wants to meet you and you said you’re free Friday so please, please pl-”

“Fine oh my god.” I huff while Kevin claps, pleased with himself. “One problem, I have nothing to wear.”

“Not to worry about that sweetheart, I got that covered. Just text me your measurements.” Kevin says. I was going to try to argue with him but I knew he would win no matter what, so I just shot him a thumbs up.

“Anyways babes I gotta go to class now. See ya y/n!” Kevin grins, blew me an air kiss which I caught with a small smile, and walked out of the cafe.

I sigh and put the cleaning supplies away. As I went to greet a customer, all I could think was - it's just a ball, with your best friend and his boyfriend. What could possibly go wrong?

On Thursday night, as I was getting ready to make dinner, there was a knock on my apartment door. I went to answer it, but found no one there when I opened it. Instead, a white box with a small bag on top, both had my name on it. “Oh yes.” I thought to myself. “The criminal ball.”

I grabbed both items and brought them to my room to open them. I unsecure the first box to be greeted to white tissue paper and a note on top, which I pick up and read the writing.

“This colour will look ravishing on you. Can’t wait to see you tomorrow.”

Or at least that's what I thought it said. It was written in a script that I had never seen before, and it certainly wasn't Kevin’s handwriting. Maybe Jacob’s? I put the note aside and unwrap the tissue paper to take out the dress and my jaw drops. I pull out a ball gown that was wine red and had a lace strapless top with a semi-poofy skirt attached. Below it were gold open toed high heels. I laid everything down on my bed and reached for the small bag that was on top. Without checking first, I pull out what was in that bag and gasp. In my hands is a beautiful gold mask with black silk fabric to wrap around my eyes. Fuck. Kevin never mentioned it being a masquerade ball? Now I have a higher chance of running into Lee Sangyeon since I probably won’t be able to tell who's who.

I send Kevin a quick text saying thank you for the dress, cursing him out for not telling me that piece of info. To finish my day, I made my dinner and went to bed early.

Friday night at 6:45pm, found me applying my last coat of lipstick as I stood up from my vanity chair. Staring back at me in the mirror was a completely different person. I loosely curled my long straight hair so it was falling down my back in waves. My makeup was not too heavy, yet not too light. My eyeshadow was a nude colour to contrast with my mask, as well as my lipstick was wine red to match my gown. The dress and shoes fit me perfectly (thanks Kevin), as well as the finishing touch, the gold mask.

My phone beeps and I looked down to see a text that the car Kevin sent for me was here, so I grabbed my phone and clutch and locked up my apartment. “Goodbye bed, I’ll see you later tonight.” I thought to myself, smirking.

The car waiting for me downstairs was gorgeous and sleek, and when I entered the back seat, the driver tipped his hat at me and we were on our way.

After driving 20 mins out of the city, the driver turns onto a single sided road where in the distance, I could see a huge house with bright lights shining.

“Oh my god.” I whispered to myself as the driver pulled up to a mansion - no - castle with a staircase leading to the entrance. The car stops and I could feel myself start to get nauseous. The driver came to open my door, lending me a hand so I could get out of the car safely.

“Have a great evening, Miss y/n.”

“Thank you, I do hope so.” I smile softly as I turned to walk up the staircase on this warm June evening.

As I was walking in the big hallway that led to what I'm guessing is the ballroom, I went over my rules for tonight. 1) Don't trip 2) stay with Kevin 3) avoid Sangyeon at all costs.

But of course, when the guards opened the big double doors for me to enter, everyone stopped what they were doing and stared at me as I walked further into the room. I see someone come forward from the crowd of people and my eyes go wide because I know it is not Kevin or Jacob.

Lee Sangyeon is walking towards me like he had been waiting for this moment, and there was nothing I could do about it.

He looks amazing of course, like a walking marble statue that came to life. His light brown hair was pushed back to reveal his amazing eyebrows and smirking lips and he was dressed in a black velvet suit that was so low cut that I could see a glimpse of his defined pecs. He wore a black velvet mask over his brown eyes. Sangyeon had me very much weak at the knees right now so thank god everyone went back to minding their own business.

“Y/n! I'm so glad you could make it.” He smiles at me. That goddamn smile. “You look exquisite.” Sangyeon said to me as he reached down, grabs my hand and softly kisses it while staring at me.

My breath hitches. “You don’t look too bad yourself.” I softly smile at him. “Now excuse me,” I whisper, attempting to create some distance. But his hand on mine got tighter. “May I have this dance?” Sangyeon asks. I nod my head, not sure what took over me. He softly smiles at me and leads me toward the dance floor, where other couples are dancing already. As we were nearing the dance floor, I felt myself trip over my gown. Before I could faceplant with the floor, rough hands were on my waist pulling me up.

“Be careful y/n.” Sangyeon chuckles and I thought I would throw up on his designer shoes.

He puts my hands on his neck and grabs my waist to pull me close to him. Sangyeon starts to sway me back and forth, eyes never leaving mine. As we danced for a few minutes, I felt his thumb lightly brush against my hip bone and I saw him slightly leaning his face towards mine. I finally jumped out of the trance he put me in and unwrapped my arms from his neck.

“I can’t do this. Excuse me.” I told Sangyeon as I brushed past him, leaving him on the dancefloor alone.

I speed walk over to the bar and spot a familiar black head of curls standing with a brunette boy wearing a similar tux.

“Where have you been, asshole?” I yell behind Kevin, making him jump and then smile at me.

“Hey y/n you made it! Meet Jacob, my boyfriend.” He gestures towards the man next to him wearing the same mask.

“Nice to meet you, Jacob. Kev, I'm getting a drink and then calling a cab to leave. I can’t be here.” I say while looking around.

Before Kevin could say anything back, I turned my back to him and ordered red wine from the nearest bartender. I sigh and drink my wine and look over at the guy who is standing next to me.

“Rough night?’ He smiles at me.

“You could say that.” I smile back as I drank more of my wine.

He chuckles and extends his hand to me.”I’m Bang Chan.”

“Y/n.” I shake his hand back.

His smile faded once I said my name.”You’re Lee’s girl?”

I stare wide eyed at him. “I'm who's girl??”

Before he could answer me, a body was standing between us. Sangyeon.

“Piss off Bang, she's mine.” Sangyeon growls at him.

“Excuse me?” I said but no one seems to hear me.

“Chill out Lee, I was just getting to know her, but I’ll leave.” Bang Chan waves bye to me behind Sangyeon’s back and walks away.

Sangyeon turned around and looked at me, his defined jaw clenching tightly.

“Y/n, we are leaving.” He states.

“I am not going anywhere with you!” I yell back while a muscle in his jaw twitches as he clenches his hands into a fist.

“Y/n. I suggest you go with him before he tries to shoot someone, because he will.” Kevin appears and says behind me, squeezing my shoulder. I just nod my head at Sangyeon. Kevin would never put me in danger. Right?

Before I could even say bye, Sangyeon grabs my hand and is leading me out the ballroom door, out of the castle and towards his car.

He opens the passenger seat car door for me. “Get in.” He says to me. I glare at him as I get in slowly.

Sangyeon shuts the door and walks over to the driver side, gets in, takes his mask off, and starts the car without even saying anything. And we are off to god knows where.

The entire drive was silent. Sangyeon is gripping the wheel tightly, rough fingers scattered with rings turning white. I'm too scared to move, only moving my hands to remove my mask and my heels that were starting to hurt my feet.

20 minutes later, we are back in the city and Sangyeon is pulling into a parking garage surrounded by guards. He pulls into a parking spot, and leaves the car after stopping it. I open the car door to follow him, barefoot and all.

In the elevator I kept trying to glance over at Sangyeon, but he’s looking straight ahead, defined jaw still clenched. The elevator door opens and I gasp. I walk out behind Sangyeon to see a beautiful penthouse common area surrounded by glass windows overlooking the city night sky.

Before I could even admire the place and the city lights that surrounded the room, my back is being pushed against a hard wall to face a livid Sangyeon. He grabs my wrists and leans in.

“How dare you talk to other men, especially him.” Sangyeon growls in my ear. “You’re mine.”

I stare at him in disbelief as he faces me again. “I-I will never be yours. You can't tell me what to do.”

A smirk slowly appears on his face. “Oh yeah? We will see about that, princess.”

Before I could even think of a witty response back, Sangyeon grabbed my face and his lips were on mine, and I felt my tough interior crumble as I wrap my arms around his neck and pull him even closer, bodies touching.

He kisses me again. And again. Like he is possessing me. And it was working as I kissed him back hard. “You are mine” Sangyeon whispers against my lips. “No one else’s.” Sangyeon starts kissing down my neck, lightly sucking on certain parts, while I’m biting my lip trying to hold back my moans. It felt so goddamn good, but I'm stubborn and didn't want him to have the upper hand. Sangyeon sucks hard on the crook of my neck, making me release my lips and moan as I feel him smirk against my neck. He won, I lost and now I am melting into his touch.

Sangyeon kisses my shoulders and exposed collarbones, stops and chuckles into the crook of my neck.

“You know I picked this dress for you. Not Kevin.” he says while unzipping my gown.

“What?” I whisper, shocked.

“You heard me.” Then my dress is on the ground, leaving me in just my black strapless bra and panties. Sangyeon is staring at my body with lust covered eyes as I just stare back at him, both of us breathing heavily, a boner starting to appear in his velvet suit pants.

“Wow, you’re so fucking beautiful.” He says quickly before kissing me again hard on the lips, shoving each other's tongues deep inside our mouths.

“Jump” He mumbles against my mouth and I obey, wrapping my legs around him as he carries me to his bedroom, never breaking the kiss.

When we enter his room, he lays me down softly on the huge mattress and proceeds to take my bra off, leaving me topless.

“God, these tits.” I hear him growl as I hiss at the cold air hitting my bare breasts, but the hissing quickly turns into moans as Sangyeon takes my right nipple into his mouth and sucks on it while playing with the other one using his hand.

“Fuck.” I moan loudly, mouth parting.

After rotating, sucking and playing with my breasts, Sangyeon removes his mouth from my nipple and starts to kiss down my stomach, inching towards my panties.

“You're such a good girl for me.” He coos on my stomach as I moan and squirm. Sangyeon brushes his fingers lightly against the fabric of my panties and looks up at me and mouths “you sure?” I nod my head back. He smiles before removing my panties with his teeth. I am now bare naked in front of a fully clothed Lee Sangyeon.

Sangyeon positions himself right in front of my pussy and spreads my legs open as I gasp and watch him lean down. He kisses and sucks on both my thighs, guaranteeing hickeys in those spots later on.

“You’re so fucking ethereal, Y/n.” Sangyeon mumbles and kisses the tops of my thighs softly, and before I could even think, his mouth was on my clit and I scream.

“FUCK Sangyeon oh my god!” I arch my back and moan loud as he licks into my clit.

“So wet me for me already.” He murmurs against my pussy.

He starts to suck and kiss my clit and I can’t breathe. I could feel his tongue exploring my entire pussy, eating it up as if it was his favorite food. My hands found his soft light brown hair and as I ran my hands through it, he sucked on my clit even harder. After for what seemed like seconds, Sangyeon comes up for air and proceeds to put a finger slowly in my hole, pumping in and out.

“You tasted so good, I can’t wait to see how you take my fingers and then my cock.” Sangyeon rasps out as he adds another finger as I'm a moaning mess below him.

“FUCK! Im gonna-” “Cum for me babygirl.” He says while pumping his fingers faster. I arch my back and scream his name while I cum onto his rough digits. He removes them from my pussy and sucks on the juices that got on them.

“Tastes so sweet.” He says while licking his fingers clean and staring directly at my hooded eyes and parted mouth.

Before I can even catch my breath, his lips are on mine quickly, stands up from the bed and unbuttons his blazer, revealing his amazing toned upper body and taking off his pants and boxers, cock slapping against his abs. He was huge, I gulp knowing that that's going to be inside me soon.

“I'm on the pill!” I hear myself blurt out. Sangyeon chuckles at that.

“Good to know y/n.” He says with a smile while running a hand through his hair before positioning himself over my body, hands on each side of me and aligning his cock with my hole.

“This is gonna hurt.” I thought to myself, since the last time I had sex was high school and it was awful to say the least.

Sangyeon starts to slide his dick in slowly and I can’t breathe again.

“Fuck. You're such a tight baby girl.” He rasps out as I let out a string of curses.

Sangyon thrusts into me slowly at first, but when he realizes i'm no longer screaming and just moaning, he removes his cock and slams it back into me hard and fast, which makes me lose my mind. He swears under his breath a few times before he speeds up the movements. I wrap my arms and legs around him, leaving scratches on his back as he leans closer to me and touches his forehead with mine.

“You're so beautiful sprawled out like this under me princess.” he growls into my ear as he thrusts even harder into my pussy, making both of us swear and moan each other's names as I move my hands from his back to his hair and he moves his to play with my nipples.

Between Sangyeon pinching my nipples and his cock tearing me open, the pleasure flowing through right now is something I have never felt before.

“Shit y/n!” Sangyeon grunts and thrusts hard once more into my pussy and pulls his dick out and uses his right hand to pump out his orgasm all over my stomach. His other hand reaches down to rub my clit in circles while kissing my neck and leaving more hickeys to help ride out my second orgasm of the night.

“Fuck Sangyeon!” I scream as I release all over his fingers once again. He licks it up again and mumbles “so sweet princess.” while looking at my dilated pupils.

He gets off me and rolls over so that he's beside my overstimulated body but head is tilted towards my direction.

“Are you okay?” Sangyeon asks me, concerned eyes looking over my shaking body that's struggling to even look at where he is.

“I'm amazing.” I respond back softly, him sighing in relief as he strokes my cheek with his knuckle.

“I've wanted to do this for so long.” He whispers and smiles softly at me.

“Me too.” I whisper back smiling as he kisses my lips softly and jumps out of bed, and runs into the connected bathroom fully naked leaving me alone in his huge bed, body paralyzed.

Sangyeon returns with a washcloth and a bowl of warm water and moves my shaking body so I'm lying on his leg while he dips the cloth in the water and starts to clean me up.

“You did so well for me. You were so beautiful when you came. So beautiful for me.” He murmurs to me fondly, rubbing the cloth over my body tenderly as I'm falling in and out of slumber. As I fall asleep, Sangyeon gets into bed next to me and tucks us both in. He kisses my forehead and wraps his arms around my waist and I rest my head on his chest.

“What a night.” I think to myself before dozing off in Sangyeons strong arms, moonlight shining through the huge windows.

Tomorrow is a new day, where we decide what happens next. But one thing's for sure.

I am addicted to Lee Sangyeon.

Light shines through the windows as I open my eyes to an unfamiliar surrounding, and then it hits me. I had mindblowing sex with Lee Sangyeon and now I am lying naked, tangled in his bedsheets. I feel an arm loosely draped around my bare waist. As I sigh and glance over next to me, I find Sangyeon lying on his side, staring at me with fond eyes.

“Good morning, beautiful.” He whispers to me in his deep morning voice. Swoon.

“Good morning, handsome.” I whisper back to him with a smile on my face.

I untangle myself from his arm, and attach my lips softly to his. Sangyeon does not react at first, but proceeds to kiss me back softly and full of tenderness as he cups my face into his hands. I break the kiss and lay my head on his bare chest.

“Last night was amazing.” Sangyeon murmurs into my hair and kisses my temple as I nod back.

Oh fuck, I just remembered. I sat up and faced the man with wide eyes.

“What's wrong baby?” Sangyeon asks, genuinely concerned.

“Fuck, what do I tell Kevin?” I gape at him.

Sangyeon chuckles loudly, eyes crinkling as he grabs my waist and pulls me down towards him. He tickles me, making me laugh.

After lying in bed for what seemed like hours and just talking, Sangyeon reaches over to the night table next to him. He grabs his phone and starts to furiously type as I just stare at his fingers flying across the screen.

“I told Jacob he is in charge over at the house this weekend, which means I get to spend it all with you.” He says as he puts his phone back down. Apparently, now I was spending the weekend at Sangyeon’s luxury penthouse. Good thing I didn’t have work this weekend.

After taking a shower in Sangyeon’s massive ensuite bathroom (and looking at myself in the mirror, in shock at the sight of my hickeys across my body), I changed into the clothes he left me, which seems to be his boxers and a blue and pink pullover sweater. I walk out of the bedroom towards the kitchen to find a very shirtless Sangyeon putting waffles on the island counter. He briefly explained to me earlier that he sent all his staff home, including his cooks, so it could just be us in the penthouse.

“Wow, waffles? You really know the way to a girl's heart.” I say amused as I take a seat on one of the island chairs.

He laughs loud and leans over the island, arms resting on the counter. “It's one of the only things I know how to make, so expect take out the rest of the weekend.” Sangyeon says with a smile on his beautiful face as I wolfed down the waffles in front of me.

“One day I’ll teach you how to cook.” I wink at him.

Sangyeon grabs my hand softly and rubs his thumb over my knuckles and kisses them softly. “I would love that, y/n.” He says with a smile on his face.

The rest of the day is spent just relaxing. Sangyeon shows me around his penthouse, from his impressive indoor gym to his walk in closet in which he implies that will once be mine as well. I ignore his comment. Afterwards, he shows me the tv room where a massive flat screen was attached to the wall and asks me to pick a movie, which I pick The Notebook.

“Really y/n?” Sangyeon rolls his eyes as he sets the movie up.

“Yes Sangyeon really. Now come sit here and enjoy.” I respond as I pat the spot on the leather couch next to me.

After the movie, and laughing at an almost crying Sangyeon, I go to retrieve my phone from my clutch to find 15 missed calls from Kevin.

“Oh good! He didn't kill you!” Kevin cries in my ear after picking up after the first ring.

“Yes Kev, I'm totally fine.” I respond quietly.

“Did you guys fuck?” Kevin asks and when I don’t respond, he screams into the phone, which makes me cringe and move the device away from my ear.

“OMG I KNEW IT YOU HAVE TO TELL ME EVERYTHING! WAS HIS DICK AS BIG AS JACOB AND I THOUGHT?” He yells into the phone as I softly chuckle and proceeds to tell everything to a panicking Kevin.

“Holy shit. I owe Eric $50.” Kevin sighs into the phone after I explained everything to him.

“You were betting on me? Anyways I don't even wanna know.” I say annoyed.

“Are you guys like a thing now?” He asks me.

“I'm not entirely sure.” I reply unsure.

“Well no matter what, I support you sweetcheeks.” Kevin assures.

I snort. “Thanks Kev, right back at you. Gotta go now eat dinner, I'll update you later.”

Kevin laughs. “Enjoy Sangyeons big d-” I hung up on him.

That night found Sangyeon and I, fully clothed, cuddled in bed and holding each other, just listening to each other's heartbeat and making small talk.

“Sangyeon, how did you become the leader of TBZ?” I asked, looking up at him from where my head was on his chest.

He sighs and looks straight ahead. “For generations, a Lee has always led the gang, no matter what. It was between my cousins and myself, but my elders picked me, as my dad was the former leader before he passed and I've always been a leader, even since I was a young boy,” Sangyeon replies.

“I’m so sorry.” I say to him. He smiles softly and kisses my cheek.

“Don’t worry about me princess. Tell me, what are you studying?” He asks me.

“I'm studying childhood studies and english lit so after I graduate I can enroll in a teachers college. I wanna be an elementary school teacher.” I answer him proudly.

Sangyeon smiles at me fondly. “You will be an amazing teacher.” He says while stroking my face with his hands. He kisses me softly as I melt into his touch.

After not being so sure about Sangyeon, I have come to realize how amazing he is. I can feel myself starting to like him more and more each day.

I am his and he is mine and in the end, it's him and I.

Months pass, and Sangyeon and I can’t get enough of each other. Everyday when I finish my shift at work, he picks me up and we either go to his place or mine to have dinner. Last week I even taught him how to boil pasta! But, sometimes we don’t even make it to dinner because I end up riding him in the back of his luxury car. Whoops.

One day while we were lying in bed after having sex, I sat up.

“Wait Sangyeon, what are we?” I asked him, facing where he was lying on his back.

Sangyeon sat up next to me. “Well y/n, I'm extremely fond of you and think you are the most intelligent and beautiful girl I have ever laid eyes on, and I wish to give you nothing but happiness and satisfaction. I would love nothing more than for you to be my girlfriend,” He says to me, a glimmer in his eyes.

I stare at him, shocked because no one has ever said anything like this to me, and then I felt myself smile at him as I wrap my arms around his shoulders.

“Yes Lee Sangyeon, I will be your girlfriend. I will be yours.”

He smiles wide back at me. “Then you are all mine.” He whispers back as he connects his lips with mine for a passionate kiss.

Kevin thinks it’s hilarious that I wear more turtlenecks more often, which always makes me turn beet red. Because when Sangyeon and I have sex, he doesn’t just bite, he chews on my body like a fucking dog (“Doesnt it feel so good though?” “Kevin I swear to god.”) I have also gotten to meet Sangyeon’s entire gang, made up of 11 men including himself, and watching Sangyeon speak to them so confidently and leader-like makes my heart flutter. Yeah, I definitely think I’ve fallen in love with Lee Sangyeon.

A rainy Thursday afternoon found me finishing up my shift at work, getting ready to close the cafe as the only employee left. Sangyeon had texted me earlier saying he couldn't pick me up today due to an important meeting, so I was stuck walking home alone. Which was fine with me since my apartment was only a ten minute walk from the cafe.

As I was locking up the cafe doors, I heard a car engine behind me. I turned around smiling, expecting to see Sangyeon, but my smile faded, when the window opened and Bang Chan was in the passenger seat, pointing a gun at me.

“Y/n. Get in the car right now so no one gets hurt.” He commands me in a monotone voice.

“Never.” I sneer back at him and start to back away from the car.

“Fine. Guess we are doing this the hard way.” He replies.

Before I could sprint away, someone appeared behind me, put a cloth to my mouth and grabbed my waist. As the world around me went black, all I could think was, “Lee Sangyeon is going to murder you for stealing his girl.”

Blood. Blood is dripping from a gash in my forehead when I regain consciousness. I look around frantically to find myself in what looked like an abandoned warehouse with my hands and legs tied together with heavy rope.

“Help!” I scream loudly, but that did not do anything for my situation. Instead, Bang Chan enters with another man holding a rifle and I feel another scream forming in my throat. The rope tied around my hands and legs were digging into my flesh and I could feel blood emerging from them.

“Ah y/n! Lee’s playtoy! Glad to see you awake!” Bang Chan claps and smiles at me wickedly while I just glare back.

“TBZ knows you're with us sweetheart.” He says. “We told them it's either you or the money.”

My mouth opens and then closes. “What money? I swear I don't know anything, he never tells me about his work,” I cry to him.

“LIES!” Bang Chan screams. “Han. Go get her.” The other man - Han - walks over to me, ignites the rifle and puts it against my head hard. I start to cry even harder and squirm in my spot even though I feel the rope burning getting worse.

“We are going to try this again y/n. Where is the money?” Bang Chan yells into my face. I spat at him and Han forced the gun to my already bleeding forehead harder.

“I'm done. Shoot her.” Bang Chan shouts.

“No, please don't shoot!” I cry, knowing nothing will make a difference.

As I felt Han press down on the trigger, I stop thrashing and sat still. At this point, there was nothing I could do to stop this myself.

Lee Sangyeon, don't forget about me.

“DON’T FUCKING TOUCH HER!” A familiar voice yells behind Bang Chan.

I wail loud with my last bit of strength I had. “Help m-” BOOM!

Around me, I see the building collapse, rubble hitting my head as it knocks me over. Gunshots were loud and clear although my ears were ringing loud.

The last thing I remember before blacking out again were strong arms pulling me out of rubble.

Beeping. White ceiling. That is what I see and hear when I finally regain consciousness again. Looking around the plain room, I can see that I’m in a hospital bed. There is a bandage on my head and I can feel both my wrists and feet bandaged tightly, as well as an IV in my right arm. I move my head to the right slowly to the hallway window and see guards are positioned outside the hospital room. “Anything for Lee Sangyeon’s girl.” I think to myself and chuckle.

Wait. Sangyeon. Where is he? Is he alive?

“Hey sweet cheeks.” I hear a voice from the other side of the room. I slowly turn my head to see Kevin standing up from the couch that is in front of my bed and smiling at me.

“I'm glad you're okay. You woke up earlier than the doctors thought. You don’t have to worry about the Stray Kids gang anymore. They all died in the explosion.” He explains to me.

I nod my head slowly.

“Sangyeon. Where is Sangyeon?” I rasp out to Kevin.

Kevin softly smirks and shakes his head at the ground. “He's okay, he was here a few minutes ago, he hasn’t left your side in days. I’ll go get him, he's just getting his bandages touched up. He got injured in the explosion while pulling you out of the rubble.” Kevin tells me as I feel tears in my eyes. He would’ve sacrificed himself to save my life.

After patting my head softly, Kevin left the room to get Sangyeon, leaving me alone crying softly.

“Y/n.” I gasp and sit up and look towards the door, where the love of my life, Lee Sangyeon is standing with white bandages on his left arm and tears streaming down his scratched up, but beautiful face. Seeing him standing in front of me, makes me cry even harder. Without saying anything, I rip the IV out of my arm, slide out of the bed and jump into Sangyeons arms, and engulf him in a hug, which he gladly returns.

“I thought I lost you.” I cry into his shoulder as he sits down on the bed with me on his lap. I move my head to stare into his beautiful eyes, that still have his usual shimmer, even after all that has happened. “You'll never lose me.” He whispers fondly as he cups my face in his hands and wipes away my tears softly with his right thumb.

Sangyeon held me like I was a broken doll, fragile but sweet. He whispered sorry to me over and over again, which I quickly shushed and ran a bandaged hand through his soft brown hair.

“I love you so much.” I say to him, grabbing his neck softly and pulling him towards me.

“I love you more princess.” He says while smiling wide at me, which made me smile back at him as we connected foreheads.

“God Sangyeon. Go take a shower you stink.” I say to him as we enter his penthouse after being in the hospital for days, which ended with the doctor clearing both of us. I got the bandages on my head, hands, and feet, and he got his bandages removed.

“And you don’t smell y/n?” He smirks at me as I scoff. “Shower with me.” He says, eyes darkening as my breath hitches.

“Okay.” I nod, and we are on our way to his huge ensuite bathroom.

We both strip out of our dirty clothes and get into the massive glass shower, me going in first with Sangyeon following.

I watch him pump the liquid from the shampoo bottle into his hands, and lather the shampoo into my hair as he stands behind me.

“You’re so fucking beautiful Y/n” Sangyeon tells me as I lean my back into his chest. His hands lightly trace my body, lingering on my lower stomach and my breasts. I could feel his erection growing, and being the little greedy bitch I am, I grind down on it slowly. All of a sudden, he turns me around and attaches his lips to mine hard, and we are both caught in a rough make out session. He breaks the kiss and stares at me with lust clouded eyes.

“Are you gonna take care of this princess?” Sangyeon asks me while his eyes are motioning to his cock.

“Yes Sir.” I reply, not sure where that came from, as he pushes my shoulders down lightly and I feel myself fall to my knees.

Without thinking, I grab his hard cock with my hands and pump it a few times.I licked the slit tasting the precum that had come out, before sinking my mouth down his shaft softly, making him swear under his breath.

“Fuck you’re such a good girl. You suck my cock so well.” He hisses while grabbing my hair and guiding my head back and forth while I lap up his precum. He guides my head so that I swallow his cock and I gag on it a bit, which makes him growl loudly. My watering eyes glanced up at Sangyeon to see his head tilted back, mouth open partially.

“Fuck y/n I’m gonna cum. Gonna dirty up that hot mouth of yours.” Sangyeon rasps out as I feel his hot cum go down my throat as he rides out his orgasm. I release myself from his dripping cock and swallow the cum that had landed in my mouth.

“Fuck y/n. Princess. You're so good at that.” He cooes at me while helping me stand up and kisses me quickly and firmly on the mouth.

“Do I get something for being good, Sir?” I ask him while batting my eyes together, trying to pout as much as I could.

“That depends, what do you want? You want me to fuck you in this shower until you can't walk” He asks me loudly.

“God yes!” I answer him. Sangyeon picks me up like I weigh nothing as I wrap my legs and arms around his broad body.

“FUCK!” I scream as Sangyeon slams his cock into my pussy without any warning.

“You’re so fucking tight, shit.” Sangyeon curses under his breath.

I moan like crazy as Sangyeon fucks me hard, every thrust hitting my g-spot.

“You feel so good y/n. Your tight pussy feels amazing around my cock.” He rasps out before sucking on my jaw, making me arch my back and moan. I could feel my orgasm coming already. Sangyeon is a sex god and he knew how to have me cumming within seconds.

“I'm gonna cum in you, y/n, ok? I want you to feel my hot cum inside of you.” He growls in my ear as I loudly moan. I couldn't even answer him, I just nodded my head while leaving scratches on his back.

“FUCK!” We both scream and cum at the same time, I shudder feeling Sangyeons hot load entering my pussy. He drops his head onto my shoulder, whispering praise in my ear as I'm shaking in his arms. Both of us panting and sweating, even underneath the water. When he pulls his cock out, his cum and my cum is dripping fast out of my pussy. Sangyeon puts me down but I start to fall over, so he catches me and starts to snicker.

“Well I guess we have to take a real shower now and clean ourselves up.” He says amusingly as I roll my eyes and smack his chest as he laughs.

June 2021, I finally graduate college! As my name is being called, shouts and cheers come from the audience as I look and see the entire TBZ gang jumping up and down. My smile grows even bigger when I'm shaking the headmaster's hand and see Sangyeon, my boyfriend of one year, in the audience holding a bouquet of red roses with a huge proud smile on his face. After enrolling in teacher’s college and officially moving in with Sangyeon, Kevin announces to everyone over a gang family dinner that he and Jacob are getting married, and that I'm his best person, which makes the whole gang erupt in chaos. Sangyeon has to calm everyone down, and congratulates the happy couple fondly, knowing that everyone will be as supportive when he finally asks his best girl to marry him.

Two months later I found myself at the MoonBae wedding. During the reception, Kevin calls all the non-married men and women to the dance floor so he can throw the bouquet. What shocks everyone the most is when I catch it, making Kevin and Jacob both scream and tackle me in a hug. Sangyeon chokes on his glass of scotch and turns purple watching the whole event unfold.

Sangyeon proposes to me one quiet night four months after Kevin and Jacob’s wedding as we are both drinking wine and watching the sunset on his penthouse balcony.

“Y/n, You are the most amazing thing that has ever happened to me.” He says to me with tears in eyes as he gets down on one knee. “Will you marry me?” Sangyeon asks.

“Yes! Of course I’ll marry you. ” I answer him crying.

Sangyeon smiles wide at me and picks me up and spins me around before kissing me passionately.

“I love you so much y/n l/n.”

“I love you more Lee Sangyeon.”

“You’re mine forever.”

“And I'm yours.”

well i hope you enjoyed! sorry if it was bad or rushed again it was my first time hehe

stream breaking dawn and support tbz on kingdom :D

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you’re no fun.

Fred Weasley x Fem!Reader

Word count: 4k

Warnings: none, i barely proof read this so maybe shitty writing?

A/N: i wrote this for my friend after she pitched me the idea, so this one goes out to her <3 i’m not too confident with this piece but i really do like the second half. hope you guys enjoy :)

***

“We are not talking about this again.”

“Oh come on [y/n], don’t be like that!”

“Fred, I’ve already told you a million times, I’m not telling you who I want to ask me to the ball and I’m most certainly not telling you who I fancy,” [y/n] scoffed, tightening her grip on the books cradled to her chest.

“You’re no fun,” Fred huffed, slouching his shoulders and finally falling back into step with her, “you know if you just told me I could get him to ask you-,”

“I’m quite literally seconds away from hexing you and getting myself banned from the ball all together, don’t try your luck Weasley,” [y/n] narrowed her eyes, the threat ever present in her words.

“That is the most Slytherin thing you’ve ever said,” Fred paused, a shit-eating grin pulling onto his lips, “Don’t tell me you want some stuck up bad mouther to ask you to the ball?”

[y/n] stopped in her tracks and looked at him an expression so surprised she might as well have been staring at one of the silly little creatures Lovegood was always going on about, “And so what if I did? What’s it to you?”

Her answer seemed to have taken Fred aback as pulled his bottom lip between his teeth, trying to think of a reply. It was [y/n]’s turn to smirk as she chuckled to herself, proud she’d been able to stun him into silence, “Finally gave up, huh?”

As soon as the words left her mouth she was quick to regret it, Fred snapping back to reality, “You honestly think that was going to stop me? I am going to watch you like a Hyppogriff watches its lunch, I’ll get my answer whether you like it or not.”

“Yeah, yeah, keep on dreaming Weasley,” she hummed, trying not to let on that she was just as amused as he was hoping she’d be, “I’ll see you later, Fred.”

“Adieu!” He called from down the hall as he sprinted to make it to his next class on time after insisting on walking her to class.

“Adieu,” she muttered to herself, rolling her eyes in a feeble attempt to sooth the rising pace of her heart.

***

“I think I’ve figured it out.”

[y/n] groaned loudly and banged her head forward onto the table as Fred slid into the seat next to her. She lolled her head to the side and glared up at him, which he ignored and returned the sentiment with a grin.

“He’s a Gryffindor,” Fred claimed triumphantly, his grin only growing wider when [y/n]’s eyes nearly popped out of her head, “So Tessa didn’t lie to me!”

“Of course she told you, oh my god,” [y/n] turned her face back towards the table to hide her panicked expression.

“Well not everything, that was the only hint she gave me if it makes you feel better,” Fred shrugged, noticing her pinched brows and clenched hands in her lap.

“Oh thank the heavens,” she exhaled deeply, sitting back up and digging her palms into her eyes, “you nearly gave me a heart attack!”

“Why’s that? Scared I’m gonna tell him?” Fred teased, poking her in the side.

She swat his hand away and passed him a deadpan stare, “As if, you wouldn’t do it if I asked you not to.”

Fred’s cheeks tinged red which he quickly tried to hide as he tipped his chin up, crossing his arms over his chest, “that’s entirely not true.”

“Whatever you say Freddie,” [y/n] hummed, chuckling to herself and turning back to her papers.

“Say, have you gotten your dress yet? Tessa told me you were gonna go regardless of a partner,” Fred questioned, leaning his cheek onto his balled up fist, a small smile pulling onto his lips when she looked over at him with an excited glint in her eyes.

“It did! Wanna see it? I can show you now, potions work can wait,” She squealed, shutting her books and shoving her papers into her bag, “let’s go!”

[y/n] grabbed Fred’s hand and dragged him out of the Great Hall, pulling him along for most of the way until they reached the staircases. Fred looked down at her with a soft smile as she rambled on about the detailing and the pretty colors of the gown, an endearing look plastered on his face.

“Wait-!” [y/n] exclaimed as they stopped outside the dormitory entrance, the painting watching them both with nosy interest, “I can’t show you yet, it has to be a surprise for the actual ball!”

“Well then why the bloody hell did you drag me all the way out here?” Fred whined, pouting and reaching forward to poke her side again.

She swat at his hands again, “would you cut that out! Bloody hell, you’re dance partner is going to hate you if this is how you’re gonna treat her.”

“Well the jokes on you, I don’t have a dance partner,” Fred huffed, crossing his arms and marching off in the opposite direction.

“Wait, you don’t?” [y/n] asked incredulously, jogging to catch up with him, “why haven’t you asked her yet?

Fred pursed his lips and avoided her curious gaze, “because I’m worried she’s not going to say yes,” he admit quietly.

“I know it’s not fair of me to ask but who did you even have in mind, I might know if she’ll say yes! I frankly know far more than I’d like to about other people’s romantic endeavors, so I might have an answer,” [y/n] explained, looking up at him with eyes full of hope, her nerves hidden beneath still biting at her insides.

Fred swallowed his heartbeat and shrugged, trying his absolute best to calm the red starting to flush his face, “Since I’m not a stubborn git like you,” he paused as she scoffed jokingly, “I was thinking of asking,” his eyes scanned the hallway as he struggled to find an answer that wasn’t the girl standing by his side, his brain finally digging up a person, “Angelina. Yeah, I was thinking of asking Johnson.”

[y/n]’s heart sank to the bottom of her chest, a gaping hole starting to form where her heart had previously been, “Oh. Well, I know Angelina hasn’t take a particular fancy to anyone, so you should be all set. I can always ask her what she thinks of you too, if you want a more solid answer,” [y/n] muttered, trying her best to maintain whatever resolve she was clinging to that kept her tears at bay.

Fred noted the way she sunk into herself and tightened her grip around her books, the light bulb in his head flickering to life- was she upset?

“Thank you for the, uh, offer. I might just take you up on it,” Fred chuckled softly, trying to ease his own emotions while searching for a possible answer as to why she could be upset over this. He’d have to ask Tessa later.

“Of course, well, I have to head off to my next class, see you around Fred,” She pulled a tight-lipped smile, turning on her heel and hopping onto the nearest staircase, leaving Fred alone as she was lifted to the upper floor.

“Well shit,” He cursed.

***

Three days had passed since the Fred’s crappy revelation and as far as [y/n] was concerned she felt no will to attend the next day. Fred had gone ahead and asked Angelina the way he said he would and she watched it happen during their study period to which she quickly made up an excuse to leave the scene.

Tessa had tried her absolute best to console her best friend but it was no use, she had gone through hell and back getting [y/n] to even agree to still attend the ball. Another boy had come to [y/n], but she politely declined, knowing that leading him on would have gotten her nowhere but in trouble.

“Excited to dance the night away tomorrow? I promise I’m a better partner than you’d think,” Tessa giggled, nudging [y/n] in the side.

[y/n] looked up from her hand that she was glaring at intently as she carefully painted her nails a pretty shade that one of their roommates had let her borrow, “excited as always. But you do know, I’m going to avoid you like the plague, right? I’m not ruining your night with Diana.”

“Oh please, she won’t die if I dance with you once!” Tessa rolled her eyes, falling back so she was splayed out over her bed, “We’ve been dating for a year now, she won’t take it poorly.”

“Still, this is like a once in a moon opportunity. I don’t intend on ruining it,” [y/n] insisted, concrete in her conclusion.

“Goodness, fine! You’re such a hard-head. Just promise me you’ll at least try to have fun?” Tessa pleaded, sitting up to give [y/n] an serious look.

“Whatever soothes your soul,” [y/n] hummed, biting back a smile when Tessa rolled her eyes, falling back once more.

“You’re no fun,” Tessa groaned.

“Not the first time I’ve been told that.” [y/n] giggled.

“Oh really?”

“Yeah, Fred says that to me a lot, he thinks I have a stick up my arse,” [y/n] chuckled sadly, avoiding Tessa’s sympathetic gaze, “don’t look at me like that, I don’t want to think about it.”

“I didn’t say anything,” Tessa held her hands up defensively.

“Mhm, sure.”

“Shut up.”

“Gladly.”

***

“Tessa!”

Tessa came to a halt in the nearly empty hall, glancing over her shoulder with a confused look as she saw Fred racing towards her. She turned around completely to face him as he skid to a halt in front of her, her brows knit together as she wondered what he could possibly be tracking her down for the morning of the yule ball.

“Hey Fred, what seems to be the problem?”

“I, uh, wanted to ask you a question,” Fred explained through labored breathes as he leaned over, balancing his hands on his knees.

“Shoot.”

“When I told [y/n] that I was asking Angelina to the ball a couple days ago, she looked really upset. And I wasn’t quite sure what to make of so I wanted to ask if she’d told you what had happened?” Fred explained, his heart hammering against his chest.

Tessa’s face fell, a grimace pulling onto her features, “Fred...,” her voice trailed off.

“What?”

“Don’t tell me you haven’t-,” Tessa sighed, grabbing his arm and pulling him to the side of hall to avoid the traffic of other students, “take a wild guess.”

“Well, the only answer I can think of is-,” his eyes widened as a feeling of panic set in, “-oh shit,” Fred felt sick.

“Who did you think that Gryffindor was? Why did you think she left the Great Hall when you asked Angelina? Why did you think she was fine all the way up until she’d found out you asked Angelina? Fred, you’re by no means stupid, but this has got to be the dumbest thing you’ve ever done,” Tessa frowned, not knowing whether to sympathize with his situation or be mad at him.

“I-,” Fred searched for an excuse, but came up blank, “I had no idea. What am I suppose to do now?”

“Well you certainly can’t drop Angelina, not on the morning of the ball. And I don’t think [y/n] is going to want to feel like a last minute option either,” Tessa sighed and shook her head, “I truly can’t offer you much advice here, I think you’re just gonna have to muscle this one out.”

“Yeah,” Fred muttered, dragging his hands down his face, “Thanks Tessa.”

“Mhm,” Tessa offered him a half-hearted smile, “Good luck.”

“Thanks, I’ll need it.”

***

“You look lovely,” [y/n] smiled softly at her best friend in the mirror, zipping up the back of her dress, “Diana is gonna love it.”

“She better, we picked it out together,” Tessa laughed, smoothing out the creases on the bodice.

“Well in that case, she most certainly will love it,” [y/n] beamed.

“Aside from me, look at yourself, you’re just as beautiful as I knew you would be when we took it out of the parcel last week,” Tessa grinned, turning around to face [y/n] who was practically glowing with joy.

“You flatter me,” [y/n] scoffed playfully, dusting off invisible particles off her shoulder, “but thank you.”

“Of course,” Tessa nodded, “you ready to go?”

“As ready as I’ll ever be,” [y/n] exhaled, rolling her shoulders to sooth the nerves prickling at her skin.

“Then off we go!” Tessa cheered, hooking elbows with [y/n].

The two girls made their way down the stairs towards the Great Hall, eventually splitting off near the entrance when Tessa had to go find Diana among the gaggle of Hufflepuff’s nearby. [y/n] waved bye to her friend, turning on her heel and heading down towards the two main staircases, her hands clutching her dress so tightly she was sure it was going to tear in her fingers.

At the bottom of the staircase stood Fred, George, Seamus, and Oliver all chatting up a storm as they waited for their dates to arrive and join them before heading into the venue. The group of boys suddenly fell quiet when a hushed whisper fell over some of the groups surrounding them, turning around to the source of the sudden change in atmosphere.

“Holy shit,” Fred gasped quietly.

[y/n] descended the stairs, her gown billowing behind her. She looked positively radiant in the soft lighting of the candle lit corridors, her hair done in a way that framed her face perfectly. She carried herself like a queen down the steps, the bodice holding her up like an ancient Greek statue.

“Dude,” George muttered, elbowing Fred lightly, “do you know who she came with?”

“No one, I think, I heard she rejected one of Slytherin heartthrob’s,” Seamus whistled under his breath, answering George in Fred’s place.

Fred couldn’t take his eyes off her, his mind reeling. They way she described the dress didn’t half encompass the way she looked wearing it. Maybe it was good thing she didn’t show him that day, he would have become a complete blubbering mess had she worn it then.

“Are you gonna go talk to her?” George urged, nudging Fred slightly.

Fred finally snapped out of his trance and turned back around, stuffing his hands in his pockets and shaking his head, “I asked Angelina to the ball. It wouldn’t be fair to her for me to start the night off with another girl.”

“That’s for certain, it’s a sure sad thing she came alone though,” Oliver noted, shaking his head.

“I heard it’s because the person she likes asked someone else.”

The boys turned their heads to see Angelina and Clover, Seamus’s date, walking over. Fred felt his heart only sink further when he saw just how lovely Angelina had done herself up for the night, knowing full well he wasn’t at all going to give what she’d come for.

“Is that so?” George hummed, glancing at his brother who looked downright ill, “Well let’s not jump to assumptions, maybe she’s just independent like that.”

“Good point, it’s just something I caught in the girls restroom,” Angelina shrugged, “You boys ready to head in?”

“Seamus and Fred can go on ahead, We’ll stay and wait for our dates,” Oliver nodded towards the doors leading to the Great Hall.

“You’re sure?” Seamus asked, hooking arms with Clover.

“Certain,” George concluded, “See you boys in a bit,” he reached over patting his brother’s back reassuringly.

“See you,” Fred smiled, hooking arms with Angelina, leading her inside.

***

[y/n] sat at a table alone, smiling to herself as she watched Tessa and Diana dance across the ballroom floor, trying to pick out her roommates and their dates while she sipped her punch. She fiddled idly with the folded fabric in her lap, rubbing the material between her fingers to occupy her mind.

“Are you certain you don’t want to dance with me?” Tessa exhaled, both her and Diana stumbling over to the table as the most recent song came to an end.

“I need a break anyway and you look bored to death over here, go have some fun!” Diana teased, plopping down in a seat and slipping off her heels.

“I promise I will not step on your toes,” Tessa reassured [y/n], extending her hand.

“I’ll have to take your word for it,” [y/n] rolled her eyes, taking her hand and rushing off to the dance floor.

The two girls swayed around the dance floor, giggling as they dipped and spun each other unexpectedly, thankfully avoiding each other toes as promised. The surrounding couples all seemed to be enjoying themselves as well, platonic, romantic, or otherwise. [y/n] was overwhelmed with thankfulness at having such kind and caring friends, especially at times like this.

“You know, I hate to be a party pooper,” Tessa started, dipping [y/n] and pulling her back up, “but Fred has been staring at you since the ball started.”

[y/n] felt her eyes go wide as she processed the admittance, looking around the seating area frantically, her mouth running dry when she locked eyes with Fred who was being less than conspicuous staring directly at her.

She snapped her gaze back to Tessa as the song came to an end, “I think I need a breath of fresh air, I won’t be gone long!”

Before Tessa could offer a reply, [y/n] was rushing off, dashing out of the crowd and out to a nearby balcony to get some cold winter air in her lungs and against her sticky skin.

Fred watched [y/n] run out of the Great hall, his brows pinching together as he wondered what could possibly be wrong. Before he could get too sucked into his thoughts, he felt a tap on his shoulders.

“Go to her,” Angelina demanded.

“What?”

“I’ve been watching you this entire night and the only other thing you’ve been doing aside from dancing has been staring at her. You’re a fool if you say otherwise,” Angelina deadpanned a-matter-a-factly.

“But I don’t want to leave-,”

“Oh please, you think you’re my only option? Don’t flatter yourself Weasley. Now go, before she talks herself into getting over you,” Angelina huffed, nodding her head in the direction [y/n] left.

“I’m sorry, and thank you,” Fred smiled, hopping out of his seat and running after [y/n].

***

[y/n] sat on one of the benches outside a little ways away from the Great Hall, far enough for some seclusion but still near enough to hear the music. She blinked back tears threatening to fall and ruin her makeup, frustrated with herself for getting worked up after having a great time with her best friend only moments ago.

“You’re a fool,” [y/n] muttered to herself, resting her forehead on her wrist, elbows balanced on her knees.

The cold ended up being just what she had need, the cool air blanketing her in the relief she’d wanted from the suffocatingly hot Hall. Her head snapped up as she heard footsteps approach, a panic setting in despite the relative safeness of campus.

“[y/n]?” A familiar voice called.

“Fred?” [y/n] replied confusedly, turning her head the opposite direction to fan at her eyes to hide the tears the were previously glistening there.

“Oh thank goodness it’s you,” He exhaled, skidding to a stop in front of her, “I was worried I had just bothered some couple getting it on.”

[y/n] scrunched her nose in disgust and felt a laugh bubble out from between her lips, “Hello to you too, Fred.”

Fred’s cheeks hued red, the color spreading to the tips of his ears, “Hey.”

“What’re you doing here? Didn’t you come with Angelina?” [y/n] questioned, cocking her head to the side.

“I did, but uhm, but plans changed,” Fred explained, struggling to piece together the smooth talker persona he usually sported.

“Changed? Well that’s not abnormal coming from you, Mr. spontaneous,” [y/n] teased.

“Yup, you’ve caught me,” Fred chuckled, bouncing on the balls of his feet.

“I guess I have,” [y/n] hummed, “but, truly, what brought you out here?”

“Well, it’s a long story, okay, it’s actually a short story,” Fred started to ramble, unsure exactly how he was suppose to lead up to “hey I’m in love with you” in this particular situation, “I was stupid and I made a lot of mistakes and it shouldn’t have taken me so long to notice but it did and I desperately want to fix my mistakes and I don’t know how to without being direct at this point because explaining everything would take us forever but I like you [y/n]. More than I’d care to admit.”

[y/n] sat there stunned, her mind reeling as she processed his confession, the heat she’d come outside to cool quickly rushing back, “I-,”

“I would say that it’s okay if you don’t like me back but I did all the emotional maths and I put the pieces together after Tessa practically knocked the sense into me and I know I’m the Gryffindor you we’re talking about so you can’t say no unless Angelina was right and you did talk yourself out of liking me any-,” Fred continued on, his eyes anywhere but [y/n]’s face, before he felt her hands placed gently on his cheeks turning him to face her.

“Shut up and kiss me Weasley.”

A smitten smile pulled itself onto his lips which was quickly swallowed with [y/n]’s own lips. He wrapped his arms around her waist and pulled her impossibly closer, relishing in the feeling of her lips against his and the soft patterns her thumbs traced across his freckled skin.

When they pulled away Fred couldn’t help himself but to break into laughter, swaying her side to side with him in excitement. She laughed giddily along with him, squealing delightfully when he picked her up and spun her around before quickly settling her back down on the snow dusted floor.

“I think now would be a good time to tell you that you look absolutely radiant tonight,” Fred sighed in a hushed tone, cupping her cheek in his palm

[y/n] looked down and pressed her lips together to hide her smile, suddenly shy of his admiration filled gaze. He chuckled and tipped her head back up to face him, “don’t get embarrassed on me now!”

“I’m not embarrassed! Just happy,” [y/n] shrugged, placing her hand over his wrist tenderly, squeezing gently.

“Well that’s good news, I’d be proper worried if it was anything else,” Fred laughed, the sound rumbling in his chest.

[y/n] rolled her eyes playfully at his comment, “I guess I should tell you that you also look quite lovely tonight too. Molly truly outdid herself.”

“Oooo someone thinks I’m handsome,” Fred wiggled his eyebrows.

“Hmph, you’ve gone and ruined it, leave me be,” [y/n] wrestled herself out of his grip, teasingly walking off.

“You’re no fun! Come back here,” Fred groaned, grabbing her wrist and tugging her back into his arms, “you hear that? I think they’re starting a new waltz.”

“Should we head back inside then?” [y/n] suggested, “it is kind of cold out here.”

“Nah, it’s cramped in there anyways,” Fred shook his head, shrugging off his robes and wrapping them around her shoulders, “that ‘ought to do it. So, [y/l/n], would you do me the honor of giving me this dance?”

“I most certainly would,” [y/n] smiled, taking his hand in hers and placing the other on his shoulder, “don’t step on my toes now.”

“I wouldn’t dream of it, but no promises,” Fred grinned, placing his hand on her waist.

“Me neither,” [y/n] giggled, leaning forward to give him a chaste kiss as the music started.

“Hold on tight, I’m gonna give you the best dance of your night,” Fred declared, standing tall.

“Don’t let Tessa hear you she might kick your arse,” [y/n] warned him, giggling at the faux fear that washed over his face.

“Pish posh, she’ll survive the blow to her ego, now shut up and dance with me [y/n].”

“Gladly, Freddie.”

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chasing a feeling pt. III - spencer reid

Warnings: mild cursing, implied smut (nothing explicit), kinda angsty, kinda fluffy Word Count: 2.3k Summary: this is part three: Spencer has a habit of showing up at your door in the middle of the night. A/N: italics are memories/flashbacks. also sorry this took so long omg!!

| PART ONE | PART TWO |

The case concluded a couple of days later. Days which consisted of ignoring Spencer; unless absolutely necessary. Days spent trying not to look at him, days spent pretending you weren't thinking about him, his touch, or that night you spent together.

It was incredibly hard to concentrate on quite literally anything.

The night you got home from the work trip was a sleepless one. You tossed and turned, anxious about seeing the brunette doctor the next day. You couldn't help but wonder how the two of you will act around one another now that you were back on common ground. How your dynamic will be now that you weren't working a case.

It shouldn't have come as a surprise that you weren't the only one feeling restless. A knock on your door caused you to hop out of bed and wander towards it. Letting a yawn escape your lips you looked through the peephole to check who was on the other side. Spencer.

Quickly, you opened the door. The young doctor looked up from the ground and greeted you with a timid smile.

“Spencer, what are you doing here? How did you know where I live?”

“I’m sorry Y/N, I know it’s late but-” He cleared his throat. “-can we please talk?” He asked while staring deep into your eyes. You nodded after a brief moment and stepped aside, allowing him to enter.

Spencer sat down on the couch, glancing around your apartment in the process. The place wasn’t fully decorated yet. A number of cardboard boxes were stacked on top of one another in the corner of the living room, clearly still full. The TV lay on the floor, cables tangled, and beside it was a half-opened suitcase with your go-bag thrown hastily on top.

You asked if he wanted a coffee, or anything else to drink, but he politely shook his head ‘no’ so you situated yourself on the opposite end of the couch and waited for him to tell you why he was here.

Silence enveloped around the room. Suddenly afraid to say anything, in case it ended up in another argument, the brunette doctor nervously fidgeted with the bottom of his shirt. You were slightly taken aback by his nervous demeanour, it was completely different to the way he acted around you the last week.

It reminded you of when you were younger. The shy, awkward, slightly closed-off Spencer. The guy who wouldn’t hold your hand or at time was afraid to meet your gaze, the guy that didn’t understand the sarcastic jokes you made. It made your heart ache a little.

Finals were approaching and they were approaching fast. Everyone said law school would be hard. Long hours, extensive curriculum, sleepless nights, projects, essays, case-studies. The list goes on.

It didn't help that you were a lot younger than your fellow classmates. Being an ambitious and driven kid you managed to skip a few grades and get an undergraduate degree in psychology at a very young age. Law school seemed like the logical next step although now you were thinking about giving up.

With junior year coming to an end, you constantly wondered whether this should be the end of your law career. Perhaps there was something better out there for you. Something easier, and not as draining. You weren't a quitter, far from it, but this was too much for a single person to handle.

It was Friday night, and yet currently you were curdled up on the library floor rather than at some frat party. Piles on piles of books and encyclopaedias formed around you as you worked away on your end of term paper.

A not so quiet yawn escaped your lips. Followed by another. Leaning back against the shelf behind you, you closed your eyes. Honestly, you could fall asleep here, now.

It was in that moment of silence you heard a shuffling sound approaching your location between the aisles of books. Slowly, you flushed your eyes back open to analyse your surroundings - see who it was that disturbed your peace.

A scrawny boy stood just a few feet away, deeply focused on the collection of titles in front of him. The boy was around your age. Tall. You could see remains of gel in his short brown hair; which was now quite messy. He was dressed in a slightly oversized sweater, underneath he wore what looked like a neatly ironed shirt, and a dark bag was draped loosely over his shoulder.

“Hello.” You said. His head instantly snapped in your direction.

“H-hi.” He replied sheepishly. “I-I didn’t mean to wake you.” His soft demeanour made you smile. “Oh, I wasn't actually sleeping. Just resting my eyes for a second.”

The boy nodded. You waited for him to say something but he didn't so you reached out your hand.

“I’m Y/N Y/L/N.”

His gaze travelled to your hand before moving back up to meet yours. He didn't move any closer, and you could sense he grew a little uncomfortable, so you let your hand fall down to your lap.

“I’m Spencer.” He cleared his throat. “Doctor Spencer Reid.” Your eyes widened a little at his esteemed title. “Doctor?”

Spencer’s nose twitched gently.

“I have Ph.D’s in mathematics, chemistry and engineering.” He retorted causing your mouth to part in shock. “Holy shit.” Pause. “Wow, and here I thought I was the resident genius having one silly undergraduate degree.” You joked; but the young doctor didn't laugh. He simply stared at you, a kind look spread across his face.

“W-what are you studying now?” Spencer asked, motioning to the stakes of books around you.

“I’m in law school.” You replied. “Failing miserably to write my stupid end of term paper.” Sigh. “One of many actually.”

Spencer took one step forward. “M-maybe I can help?” He offered. “That is really kind of you but unless you have a law degree you haven’t mentioned yet, I don't know how you would be able to help.”

“I don’t have a law degree, but I have an eidetic memory.” He said, nervously tugging at the strap of his bag. “I-if that’s of any help to you.”

The smile on your face grew wider. “Well Spencer, now you’re just showing off.”

It was at the sound of his name rolling off your tongue with such ease, the brunette doctor finally smiled. And holy smokes did he have a pretty smile. Your heart skipped a beat as his face illuminated.

“But you convinced me.” You added while getting up on your feet. You picked up your things along with as many books as you could carry. Spencer shuffled toward you, and while keeping his distance, he bent down to pick up the remaining items.

“Why are you here Spencer?” You finally asked breaking the silence.

The brunette agent tilted his head in your direction, eyes locking with yours once again causing the air to catch briefly in your chest.

“I wanted to make sure you knew that what happened between us the other night, that wasn’t some ploy to get you to stay.” He stated. “I tried to explain that to you but you never really gave me a chance.” Pause. “Y/N, I want you to stay. Not for me but because you deserve to be a part of this team.”

“I appreciate you saying that Spencer. Truly.” A small smile graced your facial features. The brunette doctor smiled down at his hands. “But you didn’t have to come here in the middle of the night to tell me that. It could have waited.” You teased, trying to lighten the mood.

Spencer smirked before clearing his throat. He glanced up, his eyes meeting yours. “I guess I just wanted to see you.” You bit down on your bottom lip the second he said that, your heart skipping a beat. Spencer shifted closer to you. Without really thinking about it, you also moved in his direction. Your knees now touching.

“You know, communication was never our strong suit. For two people with psychology degrees you would think we’d be better at it.” You muttered making Spencer laugh. The smile on your face slowly faded. “Maybe we’re too similar, maybe that was our downfall.”

Spencer lifted his hand, reaching out for yours which was currently placed on your lap. He intertwined his fingers with yours. “In reality, opposites don’t attract.” The brunette doctor noted. “You’re more likely to be attracted someone who thinks the same as you do.”

In the space of a heartbeat, without giving you a chance to reach, Spencer leaned in. His lips brushed against yours; electricity shooting through your body. His free hand found its way to your face, and he cupped your cheek. As seconds passed you pushed yourself into him more. Fuck. Should you be doing this?

You hurried through the halls, slaloming between the groups of students making their way peacefully to class. A feeling of excitement filled you from head to toe; excitement you only wanted to share with one specific person.

Spencer was sat in your now usual spot at the university library. Two coffees in front of him, one for you.

A sort of routine emerged since the two of you first met. It started out for purely academic purposes, but in the last week especially it evolved into something different. A friendship perhaps? No. It felt more than that although neither of you could quite describe it

“I did it!” You exclaimed while sitting down beside the young doctor - getting a dirty look from the librarian in the process. She shushed you before returning to whatever it was she was doing. You rolled your eyes before turning your attention back to Spencer. “I am officially done with all my papers and assignments.”

“I’m happy for you Y/N.” Spencer smiled.

“Well, I couldn't have done it without you.” You beamed at him. “I don’t know how I will ever thank you Spencer.” He shrugged his shoulders.

“Come on genius, there must be something I can do for you.”

The brunette doctor cleared his throat, avoiding your gaze. “I-I have t-two tickets to this convention, but you wouldn't be interested.” You raised an eyebrow while reaching for one of the coffees on the table. Lifting the lid to your lips you smiled. “It’s a date.”

Spencer’s hands were now holding onto your waist. He lifted you up in one swift motion, without breaking the kiss, so that you were now cradling his lap. You held his face, the tips of your fingers wrapping in his light brown curls.

Any reservations you had just a moment ago were now forgotten. You were completely lost in him, just as he was in you.

As your mouth parted, Spencer’s tongue crept between your lips meeting yours. Instantly, your tongues began to play back and forth. Heads tilting side to side to vary pressure.

Spencer’s strong hands began to travel up your body. They moved from your waist; slightly messing up your shirt in the process and sending a shiver down your spine. They stopped once they reached your neck, giving it a light squeeze. You couldn't help but moan against his hot mouth.

“I honestly don’t remember the last time I had this much fun.” You breathed happily as you and the young doctor walked down the busy street after the convention. “You don’t have to say that Y/N.” Spencer said, nervously tugging at the bottom of his shirt.

“Are you kidding? Spencer, today was amazing!” You beamed throwing your hands up in the air. “I was supposed to be making it up to you for your help with my papers but instead you treated me to another great day.”

Spencer chuckled lightly. He loved seeing you this happy. The more he thought about it, the more he realised how many things he actually loved about you. But it made him nervous because what if he didn't just love things like your laugh or your attitude. What if in fact he was in love with you.

“I guess we’re going to have to go on another date.” You teased. Spencer’s nose twitched but he didn't say anything. His lack of response caused you to stop in your tracks. The young doctor mimicked your move and also stopped, just a step ahead of you.

“I’m sorry.” You sighed.

“Why are you sorry?” Spencer asked confused.

“I just, I called today our date and I don’t want you to think I expect anything. I know the idea of dating can make you uncomfortable.” Your mouth flipped into a half-smile. “I like hanging out with you Spencer. I enjoy your company, and I wouldn't want to jeopardise that.”

“I like hanging out with you too.”

“Really?” “O-of course I do Y/N.” He smiled nervously. “I-I would like to go on more dates with you. You’re like a breath of fresh air.” Your face flushed red at his comment. Something Spencer noticed immediately. Without really thinking, he reached out his hand and gently caressed your cheek.

Your heart stopped. This was the first time he had touched you, ever. It was the first time you felt his soft skin against yours. You wanted desperately to lean into his touch but you didn't want to scare him off so you stood still, taking a mental picture of this moment.

Very slowly the two of you broke apart. The brunette doctor looked deep into your eyes; what he saw was longing, fervour. He felt the exact same.

Between the constant fights and misunderstandings it felt wrong to feel this strong desire to one another. This strong pull. It felt almost toxic. But Spencer shook the invasive thought away, his lips once again meeting yours.

“Would you like to move this to the bedroom?” You suggested in a mere whisper in between kisses. Spencer nodded. His hands situated themselves on your bum. The brunette agent picked you up allowing you to swiftly wrapp your legs around him. He carried you to the bed, kicking the door shut behind you with his leg.

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Welcome to lucky chapter 13!

A few announcements before we begin!

First, we got fan art! Shout out to @ooflifeshard for their art of the Jin/Yin/Tang fusion!

Second, I post extra thoughts on my writing process and the chapter in general on my Tumblr! Look up the tag Fanfiction Live Blogging to read them!

Now let’s get on with the story!

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Scattered Cicadas - Chapter Thirteen: Aspects of Arachnids

The Spider Clan is made up of some interesting people. That includes MK this time.

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“So what did you want to talk about Mr. Tang?”

They were taking a walk through a secluded park. Tang had asked to speak with the young man privately once he had woken in this cycle to address a recent memory he had received.

“I wanted to apologize to you, MK,” Tang said. MK tilted his head in confusion.

“What for?”

“For the way I treated you last week.”

MK tensed.

“I- I don’t know what you mean,” he said.

“MK.” Tang turned and placed his hands on MK’s shoulders, looking him in the eye. “It’s okay. I know.”

“Know what?” MK was trembling now. He avoided Tang’s gaze, wide eyes darting around as if to look for a place to hide.

Tang gave him a reassuring squeeze and kind smile.

“I know you are the spider demon we saw.”

Last week had been before Tang had woken in the cycle. They had all rushed over to where MK had been fighting a demon alone only to find a spider demon they had never seen before wearing MK’s jacket and bandana while holding the Monkey King’s staff.

The group had, predictably, reacted with hostility. They threatened the demon and attacked him. They hadn’t been able to actually harm him before he got away, and MK had shown up perfectly fine the next day.

Physically at least.

When Tang had gone over the memories earlier this morning, it was obvious to him who the demon actually was. It certainly wasn’t the first time MK was something other than human.

He was also able to see the signs of emotional distress MK was showing over the past week. It was clear that their reaction to his true form was devastating to him.

Tang intended to fix that.

“I didn’t figure it out until this morning,” Tang said when it was clear MK had frozen in fear and wasn’t going to say anything. He pulled him into a tight hug. “I’m so sorry I didn’t see it right away. You are very important to me and I am ashamed to have made you feel like you were unwanted.”

“You- You don’t mind?” MK clung tightly to the scholar, as if afraid he’d vanish at any moment.

“Of course I don’t. What you are or what you look like isn’t important to me. What matters is who you are and I happen to care about the person you are quite a lot.”

Tang held the young man as he trembled in his embrace. He pulled away after a few minutes, wiping his eyes and giving Tang a watery smile.

“Thank you, Tang.”

“Any time, MK.”

“Do the others know?”

“I haven’t told them anything,” Tang said as they continued their walk. “This is your secret and you should be the one to reveal it when you’re ready.”

“But what if they react like last time?” MK kicked a rock out of his path and seemed to fold into himself. “What if they don’t want to be friends with something like me?”

“First off, that would be pretty hypocritical of them considering both Pigsy and Sandy are technically demons as well and Mei is descended from a dragon. That actually makes me the odd one out in our group as the only human.”

“Huh. Didn’t think of that,” MK said.

“Second, I know they all care about you, MK. I sincerely doubt they wouldn’t be able to look past appearances and see the person we all love.”

“Love?” MK stared wide eyed at Tang.

“I like to think of us as a family,” Tang said. “Even if we aren’t the typical kind, families love each other, and you are a part of that.”

“Family…” MK smiled sadly into the distance. “It would be nice to have more family.”

“There is no ‘would be’ about it.” Tang slung his arm around MK’s shoulders. “We are family and you’re stuck with us no matter what.”

MK gave him a wide grin, leaning into the sideways hug as they continued on their path.

“Aren’t you curious by what I meant by ‘more family’?”

“Of course I am,” Tang said. “But it’s not my place to pry. If you want to talk about that then I’d be more than willing to listen.”

“Oh, well okay,” MK said, perking up a bit. He began to enthusiastically speak about his other family, but never giving any names.

Tang was able to piece together who he was talking about rather easily.

The Spider Queen was his mother. It wasn’t much of a surprise for Tang as she had filled that role for MK in the past, but never quite so literally. From what MK was saying, she seemed to still be that lovingly supportive yet protective type that he had encountered in previous cycles.

The fact that she was a much more active villain in this cycle that MK constantly fought was not addressed.

Huntsman was ‘Uncle H’. He seemed to be the type of person that gave small children lessons on knife wielding just so they could protect themselves. MK had learned all his combat skills in his spider form from him.

Huntsman was certainly a focused and skilled combatant, but, as his many friendships with Sandy across time showed, he also knew how to enjoy the quieter moments in life.

That left Goliath as ‘Uncle G’. The large spider may seem like just a brute who relied on his strength, but Tang had witnessed his soft side a few times. MK spoke fondly of the lullabies Goliath had sang when he was still little as well as his delicious cooking.

Tang wondered how it compared to Pigsy’s creations and mused on how he could try and get a cook off set up.

MK did not speak of Syntax. That made sense as it was still somewhat early in the cycle and the scientist hadn’t really joined up with the spiders until after Demon Bull King’s second invasion.

Tang did his best to recall what he knew about the man. They had been friends and colleagues once in a cycle where they had been professors at the city university.

Syntax could be a bit standoffish to those he didn’t know. Once he warmed up to you though, he loved to go on long tangents about chemistry, biology, and computer engineering. He could also be surprisingly thoughtful, having dropped by several times with an extra cup of coffee on those late nights Tang had been stuck in his office grading papers.

Tang never knew why he started working for the Spider Queen. The scientist had always been a bit ambitious, so he supposed working on something as unique as a serum using bits of the Monkey King’s power was more than enough to sway him.

It was a shame the serum was then used against him and he seemed to lose all memories of his human life.

Tang forced himself back into the present as MK finished up an anecdote about Huntsman and Goliath nearly panicking after MK had fallen asleep in his hiding spot during a game of hide and seek.

“They all sound wonderful,” Tang said once MK had finished.

“Yeah, they are.” MK sighed wistfully. “I haven’t spoken to them in a while though.”

“Why not?”

“It’s… Complicated.”

Tang could certainly understand that considering how they fought each other on a nearly weekly basis.

“Well whatever the reason, it sounds like they care about you just as much as we do,” Tang said. “I’m sure they’d be more than happy to welcome you back into their lives.”

“I know that,” MK said with a huff. “I’m just not sure they'd approve of me being the Monkey King’s successor.”

“I see.”

Tang did see. He had been a part of demon families before and knew how leaving one’s blood to side with an enemy could tear relationships apart. He hoped that wouldn’t happen here with MK.

“In any case, I just hope you know that you have people that care about you and if you ever need help to just ask, okay?”

“Yeah, I know. Thanks Tang.” MK gave him another smile before frowning in thought. “I’m still not sure if I want to tell the others though.”

“That’s perfectly fine,” Tang said. “If you aren’t ready then you aren’t ready. I won’t say anything to anyone before you do.”

“Really?”

“I promise.”

The rest of the walk was spent discussing lighter subjects such as the latest Monkey Cop movie and which types of noodles were superior.

Tang decided to not bring up his curse this cycle. He knew he could get around the memory seal by simply stating he had a curse but not exactly its effects, but MK already had quite a lot to deal with this time. He didn’t want to add on to that stress with something that couldn’t be fixed.

He hoped that the Spider Clan would come to accept MK as he was, successor to the Monkey King and all. Not just for his sake either, as Tang could already feel four spots slowly opening up in his heart where he kept his love for his family.

It would be hard to bring them into the fold. Much harder than Macaque, the twins, or even the Demon Bull Family.

But Tang was patient.

He would use this cycle to get to know the spiders better. They were already MK’s family this time around.

Perhaps, in time, they could become his as well.

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Things went to Hell rather quickly.

New Years went the same as usual, but this time with the added horror of a mutated Macaque.

The shadow demon had been willingly experimented on by Syntax after he had failed to steal the Monkey King’s powers from MK. He now sported an extra set of arms and eyes, had lavender fur, and was in constant pain from the modifications. Wukong had offered him sanctuary, and Macaque had accepted.

MK hadn’t taken it well when he learned that it was his mother who had convinced Macaque to go through with the procedure.

Now something even worse was happening. This was a cycle that not only changed MK’s background, but someone else’s as well.

Lady Bone Demon was much more impulsive this cycle.

She had attacked them all directly this time, before even gathering up the artifacts she needed. They had all been overwhelmed pretty quickly and everyone except MK had been captured. She had then given him an ultimatum.

Give her the Monkey King’s power, or MK’s family would perish.

Lady Bone Demon then ‘graciously’ gave MK twenty four hours to think about it before teleporting away with her captives.

“Hey, where are you taking him?!”

Tang glanced up as he realized that he hadn’t been placed in the same cell as his family. Pigsy and Mei glared at the skeleton guards while Sandy tended to the unconscious Wukong and Macaque.

“Boss only wants five to a cell,” guard one said.

“Hope your friend here isn’t afraid of spiders,” guard two mocked.

Tang blinked at that as the others began to protest loudly. The guards simply laughed and led him away.

Well, he had wanted to get to know the Spider Clan better this cycle, hadn’t he?

After being marched down many winding corridors, Tang was thrown unceremoniously into a different cell.

Tang picked himself up and was confronted with the scowling faces of the Spider Queen and her entourage. They had certainly looked like they had seen better days.

After demanding why he was there, they had dismissed him and went back to trying to come up with a way to escape.

They had mused about eating him for a bit, Huntsman even going as far as to restrain him and brandishing a knife, before Tang had been forced to break his promise to MK. They were skeptical at first, but once Tang began telling the stories he had heard from MK, they believed him.

Spider Queen was emotionally distraught at the thought of harming her baby, but became more resolved than ever to beat Lady Bone Demon once she realized they were being used as hostages against her son.

Huntsman had been a bit more accepting, bragging about how the only reason MK had beaten them so often was from all the training he had given him. Goliath had just asked if he was eating well.

Syntax had been standing off to the side looking uncomfortable before Tang assured him that MK would be more than happy to get to know him.

The Spider Clan had invited Tang into their scheming quickly afterwards. None of their plans were very feasible, but Tang felt his connection to the four grow stronger.

Strange were the bonds you could make when in prison.

Before they could act on any of their plans, the twenty four hours were up and they were whisked away by the magic of their captor.

Tang opened his eyes to find the ten of them suspended in the air by blue ropes as Lady Bone floated in front of them. On the ground was a horrified looking MK.

“Now it is time you choose,” she said. She reached out and grabbed Tang and Spider Queen by their arms, pulling them forwards. “Your powers? Or your family?”

“Don’t listen to her, baby,” Spider Queen called out. “We’ll be fine! Just get out of here!”

“M-mom?!” MK’s mouth had dropped at being recognized.

“Sorry, MK. I broke my promise,” Tang said. “To be fair, your family was planning on eating me before I told them.”

“We said we were sorry about that-”

“ENOUGH!” Lady Bone Demon’s bellow shook the ground. “What is your decision?!”

“I- I can’t-” MK was trembling as he gripped his staff tightly.

“Wrong answer.”

Tang and Spider Queen screamed as they each had one of their arms shattered in her grip. Lady Bone Demon tossed them behind her, the blue ropes re-materializing to bind them as she summoned a large scythe.

“One last chance.” She pulled back the weapon, preparing to strike. “Give me the Monkey King’s power!”

MK roared in rage and seemed to explode into gold, purple, and green light.

Tang gasped in pain as he tried to stay awake. He stared in shock as the light expanded and formed into a giant figure.

Tang had seen the giant form that Wukong would occasionally become to take on much more powerful opponents. Macaque had access to this power as well and so would MK sometimes. It had no official name, but a scroll he had read many cycles ago had described it in a way that Tang couldn’t help but agree with.

Aspects of Destruction.

It resembled MK’s spider form, but with his human half looking more like a monkey’s instead. He had four arms now and each one held a copy of the Monkey King’s staff. The twelve eyes glowed with a burning green malice as they glared at Lady Bone Demon.

Faster than he could blink, Tang watched as MK swung one of his staffs and batted the white demon away from them. MK roared and leapt after her.

The pain from having his bones crushed soon became too much and Tang passed out.

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Tang woke up on Sandy’s airship.

He learned it was a few days later. MK hadn’t been able to defeat Lady Bone Demon, but had managed to buy them all the time to escape. They had also managed to pick up Red Son somewhere along the way.

Now, all twelve of them were out of the city looking for a way to defeat her.

The Spider Clan had seemed to integrate easily into their group over the next few weeks.

Spider Queen had already gotten to know Macaque over the course of the experiments, but once Wukong decided to go through the same procedure and gained two extra pairs of arms, she seemed to start flirting with the both of them.

Neither monkey seemed bothered by this and flirted right back.

Huntsman had decided Mei needed proper weapons training with her sword and whenever he wasn’t giving her pointers was drinking tea with Sandy.

Goliath shared cooking duty with Pigsy. The pair gave each other tips and techniques and their meals only became tastier from the collaboration.

Syntax had seemed a bit lost at first, but after completing one of the internet memes MK had quoted, became fast friends with him. He even got to have stimulating scientific discussions with Red Son.

Tang sighed in contentment at dinner one evening as he listened to the conversations around him.

He had never thought he would have longed for a large family, but this just felt right to him.

Tang hoped he would get to experience it more often in future cycles.

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The Spider Clan joins the ranks!

I think that leaves only two characters left out of Tang’s family. Considering who they are, I doubt that will happen any time soon.

This chapter takes place in @strange-lace's amazing Spider Monkie AU! It has some great angst and fluff as well as absolutely lovely spider-monkey designs for Macaque and Wukong! Go check it out!

Now technically this AU doesn't have a kaiju form for MK, but I wanted to introduce the concept to the story and it didn't fit anywhere in the coming chapters.

There’s going to be some plot in the next chapter so look forward to it! Until next time!

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Since your last post implied it I would love to know about your AU recommendations ❤ I am obsessed too!! Thanks in advance 🙏🏻

hello! I hope you don’t mind if I just make a basic list of some of the AU stories I have read or want to read. Not in any order I just went through my bookmarks on AO3 :) Also I need to read more...Under the cut because it got too long!

Angel's Wild (not gonna lie this is my favorite fic. I have read this almost a dozen times now)

Summary: But that’s the whole reason he’s here, isn’t it? He’s not out here hunting Humans. He’s not even hunting deer, or bears, or anything else that featured in Bambi. He’s out here, freezing his nuts off every night, because he’s hunting Angels.

Sometimes Dean wishes that Angels were like how they’re described in the Bible. How people from time too old for him to care much about thought Angels were messengers and warriors of God, protectors of Humans. He knows that how they’re really described in the Bible is actually pretty terrifying, but at least they were told by God that they’re supposed to love Humans, right?

That’s a thousand times better than what Angels really turned out to be.

Checked Out

Summary: Castiel Novak can think of many writers who would not be welcome under the roof of Heaven’s Gate library, where he is the librarian: Ayn Rand ranks highly (no explanation needed), as does Charles Dickens (he hasn’t forgiven Charles for the month he lost to The Pickwick Papers). And, of course, Dean Winchester. Dean Winchester, local author and obvious a-hole, who is entirely too handsome to be true and who is clearly totally lacking in profundity, intelligence, sincerity, and self-awareness. Unfortunately, though, Dean’s been invited to do a book signing at Heaven’s Gate - and Castiel’s about to be confronted by some unexpected feelings when he finally meets Dean for the first time.

A Ghost Story

Summary: Castiel Novak has haunted his family's estate for 150 years, awaiting the return of his lost love. Upon their reunion, Dean Winchester learns of his past reincarnation. After the night of Castiel's resurrection, the two try to find out why they've been given a second chance. The answers may be hidden in the forgotten memories of Dean's former life - but sometimes the truth is better left buried.

Patient Love

Summary: Castiel Novak is 27 when he suddenly loses his twin brother Jimmy, and his whole world turns to ashes. How do you deal with losing half of yourself when your whole life always revolved around the two of you, like yin and yang and black and white? How do you deal with a broken soul and old demons looming over you with no one to hold you back anymore?

After 10 years as a Navy Special Warfare Operator and more than a dozen deployments in both Afghanistan and Iraq, a battlefield injury forces 28-year-old Chief Petty Officer Dean Winchester to chose between being stuck behind a desk for the rest of his career or going back to civil life. When he learns about his friend Jimmy’s death, Dean makes his way back to Kansas with his heart in his throat and broken pieces at his feet.

Things are already complicated and painful enough as it is, but when former lovers Dean Winchester and Castiel Novak meet again after 10 years of radio silence and a galaxy of wounds and scars solidly standing between them, it feels like both a curse and a blessing has been placed on them both. Is there any hope in putting back their broken pieces together after a decade, and how do you deal with grief and broken dreams?

The Unbroken

Summary: Dean’s life had been made of running. He ran from a curse that had desolated his life ever since he was a child — whenever he got hurt, he turned into a goddamn human-torch, killing everyone around him — and he ran from himself and his own self-loathing.

But managing all that at the end of a world full of Croats lurking around every corner was easier said than done.

Until a mysterious man with tousled dark hair paired with blue eyes as clear as the sky during a hot summer’s day stopped him from free falling, literally. In one fell swoop, the stranger had not only saved his life but also calmed the wildfire threatening to burn everything in its wake.

There was something about Castiel that made Dean want to stop running but also hid something darker — something Dean couldn’t quite put his finger on. And between soft, pillowy lips and feather-like fingerprints, Cas could very well shatter Dean’s world and maybe help save the whole world in return.

While You Were Sleeping

Summary: A Destiel version of While You Were Sleeping! Castiel is alone and floundering. He has a crush on one of the passengers who passes through his subway station every morning. When the man gets pushed onto the tracks, Cas saves him. But when they get to the hospital there's a mix up and Cas finds himself engaged to a complete stranger. Enter, the rest of the family, including big brother Dean. How will Cas navigate the relationship with his supposed future in-laws? What will he do when Sam finally wakes up? And why can't he stop thinking about Dean?

Purgatory, director's cut

Summary: this doesn’t have a summary but it is dean and cas in purgatory and it’s soooo cool! I promise it’s amazing and worth the read!

Basic Lessons in First Aid, Magical or Otherwise

Summary: Most people probably wouldn’t take the naked, heavily wounded man they found in an alley home with them. Most people probably wouldn’t also offer that man a place to stay and become his best friend after realizing he’s suffering from an intense case of post-traumatic retrograde amnesia. Most people probably wouldn’t then risk almost everything they know to save said man, and maybe save the world in the process.

But then again, Dean Winchester, RN (with a specialty in supernatural care), has never been like most people. He may not have a magical bone in his body, unlike his brother Sam, but he’ll do whatever it takes to help. Even if Castiel has questionable opinions about Star Trek.

What Greater Gift

Summary: Story idea: The most wanted woman in town has announced that she’ll only marry the one who can open her front door with the key around her cat’s neck. Many men try to hunt the cat down, chase and trap it, but to no avail, the cat is simply too quick, smart and clever, and always finds a way to evade and avoid them. You are the first one to figure out the obvious: Do not chase the cat. The cat is befriendable. Get the cat to trust you, to genuinely enjoy your company, and you can hang out with the cat. You may eventually be allowed to touch the cat. The cat will freely let you take the key.

From a prompt found on Tumblr. Saw this and I couldn't resist a Destiel AU, and I've been wanting to write Witch!Cas for ages.

I know when you go down all your darkest roads

Summary: Dean and Castiel go undercover as a couple going through therapy, in order to catch a monster that specifically targets couples dealing with issues, feeding on their distress, anger, and pain.

They end up going through a lot more than a case, unfolding feelings left untold for so long, discovering parts of each other they never intended to uncover.

But will the feelings raging inside them be enough to bring their walls down?

A Fish Out of Water

Summary: To tie up the loose ends of a hunt, Dean is forced to go undercover and visit Brock Pleasure Ranch, a horrifying establishment that markets its inhabitants to people with ‘monstrous’ tastes.

It should have been a simple thing, to persuade a mer to give him a few scales for a spell. All part of the usual Winchester byline: saving people, hunting things.

But Castiel is far less of a ‘thing’ than Dean expected. He might not be human, but he’s definitely a person. And that means he needs saving, too.

The Way to a Man’s Heart is Through Chlamydia

Summary: Dean doesn't expect to see his one night stand again, but then again he also doesn't expect to find out he has an STD. Sometimes life is hilarious like that.

Just as lost as I

Summary: Dean's been in love with Castiel for centuries. He keeps it buried, never letting himself get too close, but when Castiel goes missing he doesn't hesitate. He's going to find him if it’s the last thing he ever does.

Love Bites

Summary: Cas Novak graduated with a 4.0 in Mathematics, but not even Naomi Novak’s money could help him at job interviews. Anxious and dissatisfied with life, at nearly thirty he’s still washing dishes in the back of his best friend Hannah’s café.Until one night when his cat drags an injured bat into his apartment.

Dean may be a vampire, but he’s not an asshole (well, not much.) He feels like he owes the awkward guy for rescuing him from the cat’s clutches, so he sets about changing Cas's life.

A silly story about families who aren’t quite what they seem, fake boyfriends, and falling in love with someone who’s never, technically, met you.

The Bad Cop, Worse Cop Adventures of Freckles and Feathers

Summary: Miami. A place with beaches, babes, palm trees, and a growing drug-fueled crime organization. To help combat the drugs littering the streets, Captain Singer puts together a Tactical Narcotics Team composed of Miami's two finest and fearless officers. Charming casanova Dean Winchester has fought tooth and nail, rising through the ranks for this position. Trench coat toting Castiel Novak knows more hand-to-hand combative techniques than he does people skills. Between Dean's big mouth and Castiel's take-no-shit attitude, their introductory meeting ends on a less than stellar note and a couple of hard to shake nicknames.

After six months of partnership, the nicknames have stuck and so has the sexual tension. When a murder in the middle of the night launches their biggest lead on a cleverly evasive drug lord, Dean is shocked to find Sam at the center of it. Sam comes clean with his involvement and Charlie, their witness, seeks revenge against the man responsible for killing her friend. As the stakes rise higher so do Dean’s feelings putting everything in jeopardy. Is a cop with everything to prove, a cop with everything to lose, one computer hacker witness, and a damn good ADA enough to save the day?

The Care and Feeding of Castiel

Summary: Dean’s quiet time in the bunker is interrupted by some stranger-than-usual behavior from his angel. Oh, and feathers...there are a lot of those, too.

First Gentleman Wanted

Summary: President of the United States Castiel Novak is popular, charismatic, and knee-deep in campaigning for a second term. He’d be the ideal candidate if it weren’t for the fact that he hasn’t dated once while in political office. With his opponent’s relentless PR team calling him incapable of emotional commitment, Castiel’s staff decides to remedy the situation by finding their boss a fake, picture-perfect boyfriend. And when Dean Winchester enters the scene, he and Cas become America’s new favorite couple, except they’ve got a whole lot of history between them and complicated feelings to resolve.

The Graveyard Shift

Summary: Dean’s favourite coffee shop, The Graveyard Shift, is only open after the sun goes down. Which is perfect for him, because that’s exactly when he craves coffee the most while doing the overnight at the fire hall. The coffee shop’s owner is pretty perfect too, but it’s kind of a bummer that Dean never gets to see Cas during the day. In a world where the supernatural live more or less in peace with the rest of humanity, it’s a little impolite to ask Cas just what he really is - or what his dark past entails.

The Path of Fireflies

Summary: After his humanity is restored, Dean wakes up in bed with Castiel, a wedding ring, and no memory of the past twelve years.

The Five People You Meet in Heaven

Summary: Heaven is white.Well. Isn’t that fucking stereotypical.-Dean isn’t really sure how he got here. Or even why he’s here. And hell, for all the times the Winchesters have died, he thinks he ought to know the drill by now. But what he doesn’t know is when most folks go, they find something different.

There’s a system God put in place. That when you’re gone (for good), there are a couple things you gotta do first. There are five people waiting for you.

They are the five people you meet in heaven.

Doing this made me realize I need to read more longer fics. I usually just read the short ficlets on tumblr but I need to broaden my horizon and read more. But yes! These are the AU’s currently in my bookmarks. Hope you find one to enjoy :)

#fic rec #answering the q's #lalisfandoms

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lilacyennefer · 4 years

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Quarantine with Benny

Anon asked: I don’t know about you, but 181: “ If you’re bored; Wanna have sex? ” screams Benny in quarantine to me.

A/N: I know I said I'm taking a break, but this request has been sitting in my inbox for awhile and all this Benny talk gave me inspiration so I had to write it. Also, I changed "if you're bored" to "I'm bored".

TW: SMUT

It all happened so quickly. One day you were working, Benny was working, then the next day both of you are home, locked into your small apartment that you share with Benny. You had a job what you could do from home, but Benny couldn’t do anything since he just became a personal trainer. The first two weeks were really nice, Ben and you really enjoyed the time you could spend together, and the two of you took the opportunity to have sex really often, literally on every surface of the apartment. You handled the situation better than Benny, you were a lot calmer than him, almost opposite of him since Benny was a big bubble of energy, constantly moving, working out, and never running out of energy. So around the third week of not going out, only going grocery shopping, Benny started losing it. It started with slow things, he barely slept at night, having too much energy left from the day, then he couldn’t sit still, his legs were constantly bouncing, he was walking around the apartment a lot and spent a lot of time on the small balcony. You tried to give him things to do around the house while you worked, he started doing more housework than usual, and he finally fixed the faucet in the bathroom which has been leaking since the day you moved in. He did everything you asked him, happy to do anything just to occupy himself with something. Then he started being a mess, he was just sitting on the couch in self pity, replaying all his video games, watching whatever was on tv even if it didn’t interest him what led him to telling you random facts about anything he watched. Unfortunately, with you being locked in a small house together led you to more fights with Benny than you usually would have, you tried to avoid them, leaving it up to Benny whatever upset him or just ignore him when he tried to pick a fight with you just because he was bored. You didn’t blame him, you really couldn’t since both of you were stressed about this situation, and someone like Ben, whose job was about constantly working out and moving around, quarantine was like hell for him, he felt like an animal trapped in a cage. You loved Benny, and you wish you could help him somehow, to make this easier for him.

You’re sitting on the couch now, working on some papers while Benny is watching a documentary about whatever. Your focus is completely on the papers when you hear Benny groan loudly and you look at him, his head is thrown back on the couch as he’s staring at the ceiling.

“Everything okay?” You ask and he groans again.

“I’m so FUCKING bored.” Ben complains. He looks at you, but your focus is back on your papers.

“I’m bored.” Ben says again “Wanna have sex?” He grins. You look at him again, his big blue eyes are focused on you, a soft smile is tugging at his lips.

“I have to work, Ben.” You say, you fix your eyes back on the paper, but you reach out your legs and put one of your feet on his thigh. You hear Ben take a sharp breath and you smirk lightly, you wanted to have sex with him just as much as he wanted to have sex with you, but it was always fun to tease Benny a little bit. You move your feet a bit higher, slipping it under Benny’s shorts what he was wearing, and from the other end of the couch you could hear him take breath quicker than usual. He grabs both of your feet in his hands and grabs your ankles, and without any warning he yanked you lower on the couch so now you’re laying down on it instead of sitting. This earned a loud “What the HELL, Ben?” from you, but he just laughed as he took your papers away from you and threw it on the ground.

“I have to work you know.” you smile at him softly.

“C’mon, babe, you know you gonna enjoy this.” Ben says with that big goofy grin of his and you try your hardest to not give in yet.

“I don’t know, Ben. What am I gonna get from this?” Ben acts like he's offended from your question and he sits back on the couch, arms spread as he’s gesturing all over his body.

“This.” he answers “And orgasms.” He wiggles his eyebrows at you and you can’t help, but laugh at him.

“It’s a good deal, isn’t it?” he asks you.

“Yes, yes it is.” you finally say and Benny is back on you, towering above you, staring deeply into your eyes before he leans down to kiss you. Both of you are smiling into the kiss and share a soft moment with each other as Ben is touching your forehead with his, simply enjoying your closeness. You loved Benny and you loved that he had a heart of gold, and how much he cared about the people he loved.

When Benny pulled away from you he was already taking his shirt off, then he reached for your soft cotton shorts to pull them off of you. He quickly undresses himself and you, and he’s back on you again, kissing and licking every part of your skin that he can reach. He gets up from the couch and kneels down on the floor, in front of you.

“Come here.” Benny says and you bite your lower lip from the excitement, knowing what’s coming next. One thing you learned pretty quickly into your relationship with Ben, is that he absolutely adores going down on you, he can spend so much time between your legs, licking and kissing your sensitive skin until you have to beg him to stop, because you’re too sensitive at that point.

It’s not different now, Benny is eager to taste you as he’s kneeling on the ground and you move on the couch, spreading your legs for Ben. As you seated comfortably, he’s already all over you, kissing your inner thighs all the way up to your heat. Ben looks up at you with a smirk before he reaches his tongue out to flick it against your clit, making you gasp and jump a little. He lets out a small laugh before he runs his tongue from your hole to the base of your clit, not touching just yet.

“Benny.” You say in a warning tone “I did not stop working for you to tease me to death.” This earns another loud laugh from Ben.

“But, babe, you love it so much when I tease you.” He says before his mouth is back on your wetness again. You let out a small curse as Ben’s tongue is licking your sensitive, pink flesh, and he finally, finally flicked his tongue over your clit. The sudden sensation made you jump a little, and you let out a loud moan at the same time. You more feel than hear Ben chuckle against your skin before he starts properly lapping your wetness, sucking and licking every part of you what he can reach with his tongue and mouth.

Your eyes are fully closed as you give yourself over to the pleasure completely, your only focus is on how Benny makes you feel, how you melt under his touch, and how he moans against you as he’s working on you.

You run your fingers through his hair, and rest your hand on the back of his neck, keeping him close to yourself, but it’s not like Benny wanted to be anywhere else, but between your legs.

“Ben!” You moan his name desperately as you feel the fire in your belly grow stronger, and Ben hears this in your voice so he takes two of his fingers and slips them inside of you, curling them to touch that one spot inside of you what makes you see stars and makes you shake from pleasure.

“BEN!!” You scream as you suddenly cum around his fingers and on his mouth. Ben is placing soft kisses on your mound and inner thighs as you try to catch your breath.

When you open your eyes you see Benny’s face close to you, and when you lock your eyes with his, your heart skips a beat from the love and adoration you see in his eyes.

“You’re so beautiful when you come.” he whispers against your lips, so close to you that you can smell yourself on his breath. You grab his face in your hands and place a soft, loving kiss on his lips, and you can feel Ben smile into the kiss.

You sit up on the couch and push Ben’s chest lightly, silently telling him to sit down next to you, and he takes the hint as he sits down with a smirk on his face. He sits on the couch, eyes never leaving you, his hand is wrapped around his hard cock as he pumps himself. You stand up in front of Ben, you lick your lips as you watch his hand move up and down round himself.

You quickly take your shirt off and toss it somewhere, then you straddle Ben’s lap, his hands immediately on you, grabbing your hips, guiding you closer to his erection. It’s your turn now to smirk when you see how impatient Ben is, but you eventually give in as you lower yourself down on him, slowly, enjoying the feeling how he’s stretching you out. Ben lets out a curse when he’s fully inside you, his eyes are closed as he enjoys your wetness envelops him.

You wrap your arms around Ben’s neck and kiss him passionately as you start moving slowly, rocking your hips against his. You moan into the kiss from the feeling of Benny’s cock moving inside of you and your clit rubbing against his lower stomach as you move, your chest pressed against his, your hard nipples rub against his hairy chest.

Benny’s mouth never leaves yours as the two of you move in sync, moaning into each other’s mouth, cursing, groaning.

“Y/N” Ben moans the same time you let out a small whine as pleasure grows more and more intense in your lower belly, and you know that Ben is close too, his fingers dig deeper into your skin, urging you to move faster, his groans are heavier and his head is thrown back on the couch, mouth open.

You sit straight up, you put your hands behind yourself on Ben’s thighs so support yourself as you move harder and faster, chasing your and Benny’s pleasure. Ben lets out another loud curse from the view what’s in front of him, due to this position your boobs now are in front of his face, bouncing with every move.

Ben leans closer to take one of your nipples into his mouth, sucking it hard, licking it, biting it gently.

“Ben, I’m coming!” you say before you cum hard around him, moaning his name.

It doesn't take long until Ben follows you, head thrown back, eyes closed shut as he cums deep inside of you.

You keep moving lazily, letting the both of you ride your orgasms out.

You lay your head on Benny’s ches, enjoying his closeness as he wraps his arms around you, hugging you close, kissing your cheeks and forehead.

#garrett hedlund #ben miller #ben miller fanfiction #ben miller x reader #benny miller #benny miller x reader #triple frontier #triple frontier fanfic

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stayrohazen777 · 4 years

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Somebody Like

Yoon Sanha one-shot

(This is definitely not a short one)

Very slight angst and so much fluff

Warnings: Possible mentions of anxiety/ Cursing

“You’re staying here for summer break right?” Your mom asked excitedly

“Yes I wanna spend time with you guys and plus i’ll get bored staying in the dorm alone without Lia” You told her

“Yay” She clapped her hands

“I’m gonna make some coffee so you want a cup?”

“Stay here i’ll make you a cup” She told you smiling

“Are you kidding me right now?” You noticed the boy working in the shop right in front of your parents’ house

“Whats going on?” Your mom asked you as she gave you a cup of coffee

“Oh nothing I was just checking out the new shop”

“And maybe the boy in there as well” She cleared her throat before leaving

“Out of all the places he chose to work here? really?” You sighed

Your phone was ringing on the table

“Hi” You said dully

“I can tell you enjoy talking to me” Chan said sarcastically

“What’s up?”

“I wanted to check up on, you can’t I do that as your best friend?” He said

“Oh I’m okay”

“Just okay?” He asked worriedly

“Chan I’m good don’t worry”

“Okay”

“On a different note someone suddenly started working at the shop in front of my parent’s house” You told him

“Who?” He asked

“Yoon Sanha” You said clearly disheartened at the fact that you’ll see often from now on

“Oh right Hyunjin told us to go buy stuff from there so that he does well but i didn’t know he was working there” Chris said

“I literally thought i was finally okay with everything but not anymore now that I will be seeing him everyday”

“It’s okay bub even if your feelings hinder it’s okay”

“I don’t know about that Chan”

“Why?”

“Because last time my feelings caused so much problems with my friends and it caused me to lose my friendship with him kinda”

“Those weren’t your friends Y/N”

“I don’t want to get into this talk now but for now i’m gonna stay away from the store” You said trying to stay in a somehow good mood

“I got to go now but if you need anything i am a call away” He said

“Okay I love you chris”

“I love you too bub” He hung up

“Hey Y/N?” Your dad called for you

“Yes dad” You got up from the balcony heading towards the kitchen

“Can you head to the grocery shop down the road to get me some ingredients?”

Oh fuck. So much for staying away from the store

“Uh- Why?” You tried asking

“What kind of question is that?’ Your father laughed

“I mean like what are you gonna be making?” You questioned

“I want to make carbonara but we don’t have the ingredients”

“I see” You stared at the ceiling

“Y/N” He waved his hand in front of your face

“O-oh right grocery store” You stuttered

You tried pulling yourself together

Crossing the street with a nervous sigh you made it to the shop

“Welco-” There he was after months of not seeing him and not feeling anything for him, your friend that you rarely talked to but still somehow had feelings for, for over 2 years

“Y/N?” He questioned looking at you

“H-hi?” You mentally face palmed

“It’s been a while how are you?” He asked with his gorgeous smile making your stomach flip

“I’ve been good, You?” You replied sounding normal to him but clearly you’re not

“I’m good, do you need help with anything?” He asked getting back to his work mood

“No it’s fine I just need to pick up some things.” You said trying to leave the counter

“Okay well if you need anything just call for me” He smiled again

“Will do” You smiled back

“He literally just smiled? There is no reason for you to be like this” You scolded yourself as you leaned against the shelf filled with snacks

“Are you sure you don’t need help?” He came from the counter

“fuc- You scared me” You said trying to seem as if you weren’t just talking to yourself and about him to be exact

“Sorry I just saw you looking confused so I thought maybe you need help?” He said

“It’s fine I’ve been here plenty of times” You stated heading towards the cheese section

“Oh you have?” He asked curiously

“Yeah I come here mostly because of my parents but also i must admit there’s a nice selection of snacks here”

“You live near by i’m guessing?”

“Yes actually right across the str-” You realized that you blew your cover

Your phone vibrated in your pocket making you sigh out of relief

“Yes dad?”

“I forgot to write down pasta”

“Were you really gonna make Carbonara without pasta dad” You deadpanned

Sanha chuckled at your comment

After the phone call you finished picking up everything you needed and went to the counter and paid trying to avoid eye contact

“Do you need help carrying them?” Sanha asked looking at the bags you need to carry

“It’s okay I’ll manage” You smiled

“Thank you though” You told him carrying the bags

“i hope to see you again” He smiled excitedly

“You probably will” You laughed exiting the store

You found yourself staring down at the shop every time you sat on the balcony or actually every time you were outside

You couldn’t help but be in awe at the boy greeting all his customers with smiles no matter how tired or upset he was

“Y/N we are having people over can you get us some snacks?” Your mom asked

“Sure” You smiled

“Hello” You said to the boy sitting at the counter watching a video laughing

“Y/N Hi!” He brightened upon your arrival

You two ended up talking as you put the snacks in your cart

“Its been a long time since we talked like this” You said smiling

Sanha nodded at your words

“Actually Y/N can i get your-” The door opened to another customer

“Welcome” Sanha went back to the counter not forgetting to throw you a smile

“Okay i’m done” You told him putting the armful of snack on the counter

“I think you need help with those” Sanha laughed

“Maybe”

He helped you take the bags back home which means he knows that you’re just across the street and maybe you didn’t mind him knowing

“Thank you so much and sorry for the bother”

“Its okay youre not a bother at all” He smiled at you before continuing

“Hey Y/N can i have your number? I think I lost it after I changed my phone” He said shyly

“yeah of course”

and to his surprise the next few days he couldn’t help but look up at the balcony across the road every little while, wishing that you’ll be there

A couple of days later you found yourself at Chan’s house with your other friend and roommate Lia

“So you’re telling me Yoon Sanha is working at the shop across from you, and he asked for your number and he has been texting you?” Lia asked shocked

“Yes that happened after I went to the store a couple of times and we had short conversations”

“And to say that you were gonna stay away from that store” Chan clicked his tongue

“Shut up you know I can’t say no to my parents”

“And to Yoon Sanha apparently” He looked everywhere but at you

“But Y/N are you okay?” Lia asked you

“Yeah why?” You looked at her

“Because of what happened before”

“I am over that”

“Yeah but are you over him?” Chan asked

You stayed silent for a while

“A part of me hates the fact that I still like him, i am scared more people will tell me to give up because i’m not his type and that he won’t ever like someone like me that’s struggling with anxiety and attacks often I am scared i might go back to where i was before when i just hated every inch of myself but i can’t help it. He’s so goddamn sweet in every way possible that I can’t help it”

“Y/N those people made you hate yourself for no reason they made you think you weren’t enough but trust me now they can’t. They are gone for good. You have us and we’re gonna support you through everything” Chan said rubbing your back

Your phone vibrated in your hand

“He’s calling” You said furrowing your brows

“How about you answer” Chan pushed you towards the balcony

“Hello?”

“Y/N?”

“Yes it’s me”

You heard him sniffing through the phone

“Sanha?”

“Yes?”

“Are you crying?”

“Uh-no?”

“Liar”

“Actually can you come by?” He asked lowly

“Yeah i’ll be there in 10″

“Guys I have to leave I’ll text you later” You waved and left

“Hey are you okay?” You went over to him

He looked up with red eyes and a red nose

“Oh no” You rushed to the counter and sat beside him

“What’s wr-” At that moment the part timer that was taking over after Sanha’s shift came

“Let’s go” You grabbed his hand

“What’s up?” You stood in front of him while he sat at the swing

“Sanha” You said sternly but you were worried about the silent boy

He looked at you with glassy eyes before he pulled you into a hug his head resting on your stomach and that was the last straw for him as he sobbed into your arms and you pat his back slowly

“You can tell me whenever you’re comfortable” You told him running your fingers through his hair

“I fought with my parents today It was a very big fight, I didn’t do well in both my work and my exams for the summer semester I just feel like a useless son. I don’t know how to do anything right. I feel horrible” He rambled

“Sanha look at me” You crouched down holding his face in your hands

“You are more than enough, You’re not useless and you are an amazing son. The fight with your parents took a toll on you and you had a bad day, that’s completely okay and your feelings are valid. Things will get better trust me love. I know that it’s hard right now but all it takes is a little courage to make everything better. Tomorrow apologize to your parents if you think it’s the best choice and do what makes you comfortable. I don’t want you to ever think that you’re useless okay? You’re amazing” You told him looking into his eyes

He smiled at you softly before putting a hair strand behind your ear

“Thank you” He told you standing up and bringing you into another hug

“You’re always welcome” You told him wrapping your hands around his waist

Everything was normal for a while

Sanha still texted you often

Your heart continued fluttering

The only thing you stopped doing is going to the store solely because you didn’t have to or because you were too scared that you might spill your feelings to him seeing that you were getting too excited

But of course your luck was in place seeing your dad come to you with a paper in hand and a mischievous smile on his face

“On it” You sighed

“Hell-” You stopped midway seeing the person in front of the counter t

“Y/N?”

“Lucy Hi” You said with a straight face

“Long time no see” She gave you a fake smile

“Yeah and it would’ve been better to keep it that way” You muttered under your breath

“I missed you” Someone came from the aisle pulling you into a short hug

“I missed you too Sanha” You gave him a smile slowly turning it back to a frown seeing the girl in front of you

“You two are dating?” She raised her brows

“No” You both replied

“But even if we were it’s none of your business” You said going past her into the drinks aisle

Soon enough the tall boy came to where you were

“Why were you acting like that?” He asked with a pout

“Because she is someone I dislike wholeheartedly” You told him

“But still she’s our friend ”

“Your friend but not mine anymore” You said

“She’s nice though?”He told you

“Go to her then” You told him clicking your tongue leaving him

“What’s wrong with you?” He asked more seriously

“Nothing Sanha she just triggered me” You said loudly

“Why would she? She didn’t say anything”

“You don’t know what she did”

“Then tell me” He let out a breath of frustration

“My dad is waiting for me” You left with the bags in your hand

“Answer the phone goddamn it” Sanha whispered under his breath

Customer after customer they came in but none of them were you

He wanted to see you and clear the air between you two

“Oh for fucks-” He was getting frustrated

“Hello?” You picked up

“Y/N”

“What?” You asked

“We need to talk” He said sternly

“Now?”

“Yes now and if you don’t show up i’ll go to your house”

“I’m coming but calm the fuck down” You told him

The door opened to you wearing comfortable clothing which made him hold back a smile at how cute you looked

He said his goodbye to his co-worker and dragged you to the park

“Why haven’t you been answering my texts?” He asked crossing his arms together

You couldn’t seem to find an answer knowing well enough that this isn’t his fault

He didn’t know about your past with her just yet

“I am sorry seeing her that day triggered me” You apologised

“Is it okay if you tell me why?” He asked you

“She brought me down. Always did. Whenever I would talk to her about the guy I liked or anything for that matter she would bring me down, put the blame on me, say i’m toxic and messed up. She caused me to change and become distant with one person I loved with all my heart because she told me I wasn’t enough and I would just make him pity me” You looked at the floor

You could see him bring his hand into a fist

“She did that?”

You just nodded feeling your eyes water

“Look at me”

“Y/N please?” You couldn’t do it

“Y/N” He said seriously holding your face i his hands

“First of all the things she said were never true. I always thought you were amazing and kind to everyone around you not only that but you’re beautiful too. She’s a horrible person for doing that to you. You’re more than enough love. You’re so strong for getting up after what she said and I’m so proud of you. Regarding that uh- guy--” He stopped clearing his throat frowning

“I don’t know who he is or if you still like him but if he did think of you the way she did then that’s on him. You’re so beyond amazing and if he fails to see that or he pities you for being who you are then it’s his fault and he’s an asshole” He continued, looking into your eyes

You smiled at him

“Now I know he was not like that and he won’t ever be because he’s the sweetest most precious person I know” You looked at him

“So--”

“And I still like him alot actually”

“Are you rubbing it in my face?” He asked clearly upset

“No why would I when it’s you” You told him

“Oh it’s--” He looked shocked

after a while he came back to his senses

“Can I kiss you?” He asked shyly

You nodded putting your hands on his waist as he brought his lips to yours bringing all butterflies to your stomach and your heart to a fast beat

He pulled away with a smirk

“Sweetest most precious?” He teased you

“Oh shut it”

“Y/N”

“no shut up”

“I like you, I like you so much” He said

You choked on your own spit as you flushed red

“I like you too” You said

He pulled you into his arms

“So what do you say to a date tomorrow?”

“I say let’s do it” You hugged him tighter

“Boo!” You scared him

Seeing him flinch made you laugh but you stopped seeing the pout on his face

“What were you thinking about so deeply?”

“You” He smiled once he saw you blush

“Cheesy” You slapped his chest

The waiter came to take your order but it was uncomfortable as he was staring at you quite a lot

“That would be all” Sanha glared at him

Later on he came to bring your drink to the edge of where you were standing and he earned another glare from Sanha

“Will he stop fucking staring?” Sanha said pissed

“Are you perhaps jealous?” You teased

“Yeah, why wouldn’t I be? Look at how gorgeous you are and he keeps looking at you when it’s obvious i’m with you” He said anger filling his tone

You blushed nevertheless

You held his hand

“I will only look at you remember that Sanha” You said as you walked out of the coffee shop walking towards the park

“Y/N” He called you stopping in his tracks

“Yes?”

He brushed the hair out of your face smiling at how beautiful you looked

“I’m in love with you” He said smiling

“I’ve been in love with you” You told him

He brought you into a tight embrace later pulling away to admire you more

“You’re unreal, How did I get so lucky?” He said before closing the gap kissing you softly with all love

Thank you for reading!

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retrorealeyes · 3 years

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Here’s why I want my parents dead /hj

REEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE like I know hating your parents if they aren’t overtly abusive (and even if they are it’s only mildly) like bruh, tempted to list out my parents “abuse” here. also like bruh, i’m fine rn, i’ve just been hating them for a while

This isn’t fully everything ever, it’s just an overview and I don’t think it touches the main problems enough (also I don’t give a lot of examples because there’s too many and I don’t have the will to write em all,and i’ve still overviewing everything)

-never respect my wishes if it goes against theirs (e.x. please leave me alone, can i go outside?, can I leave and go upstairs?)

this is a big one

-don’t respect my privacy (in weird ways too, like my dad opening the door to scare me when i’m changing) and making fun of it too

plus in normal ways like reading my journals or never knocking no matter how many times i tell them to

-making fun of me on purpose to get me upset, even when i ask them to stop

-getting suddenly and violently angry (dad):

often unreasonably and quickly

my dad curses people out under his breath, as a sign he’s going to get violent

has broken things, SUCH AS MY WHOLE ASS PHONE by throwing it on the ground does punch things, generally not people, e.x. walls, but not that hard. he has punched me

DOES to people- slap, push (this one especially, just last week he did), throw, scratch

is destructive to other’s property (e.x. ripping up THEIR papers)

refuses to listen to suggestions like, in the future, trying to calm down, or writing out his anger instead or seeking therapy

been like this towards me since i was 6-7 years old

it can escalate from anything

will degrade you and insult you, if you ever say anything back (even in a non-angry situation, will grow even angrier/get very angry)

makes you feel awful

can last for hours and never accomplishes anything apart from further degrading yourself

if you don’t give the exact answer he wants, will get even angrier

I’m obviously terrified of him

Swears at me, except they censor me so much they could probably kill me if I ever swore so that exacerbates the fear of it

after the fact continuosly denies it

-my dad also:

always demands respect

always plays the victim and complains about how we dislike him

never admits his mistakes

is awful to my little sister, randomly, even when she’s being perfectly fine

-my mother and father’s relationship

they openly and mean to each other. they never display affection and joke about divorcing

sometimes dad yells at mom for a while, it’s obvious he thinks he’s superior to her and belittles her intelligence

they are sometimes violent, but not often, and not overtly, more violent towards objects than each other when fighting with each other

they do get in fights often (see: my dad’s belief in his superiority)

-openess with them

there is none. they constantly criticize any self expression, make all subjects taboo, get angry over nothing and overall make me terrified of talking to them, then get all sad about “why don’t you tell us“ but if I try to express anything, even if they don’t get angry, they’ll store it in their heads and then later keep using it against me. “You said we were bad parents, do you not want to eat our food?“ “You said you were unmotivated, you don’t even have a reason to be sad.“ (said in an challenging, mean way)

-my self esteem

-my dad, physically (TO BE CLEAR I don’t think my dad in any way in trying to do anything sexual, i’m just saying he never respects my boundaries and here are some things he thinks are “perfectly fine” that he does, also this might be a bit disconnected sounding, i’m just so tired

commenting on my weight/appearance (mom too)

commenting on what i’m wearing, especially teasing me if it’s something out of the usual, as if i’m not insecure enough already

dictating what i wear if they don’t like what i’m wearing

commenting (negatively) on my mom’s weight a lot (to be fair, they both joke about being old and him balding and a little about him being fat so this one isn’t as bad apart form the fact that i’m skinnier so he “jokes” a lot about how i’m like a skinnier version of her)

fatso called the girl in the video

forces me to hug and kiss him, often only giving my phone back or treats luke donuts if I kiss him, even if I’ve expressed i’m uncomfortable (just does this a lot and i hate it)

-the past

have yelled for me for no reason since i was young

i don’t remember ever liking my dad (wait, before 6 years of age i remember liking him and before I was 9 i remember not hating him at all times)

i continously try to trust them again, then they break me

they were never open with me and taught me to be ashamed of myself which led to bad social relations later, which i’m only now breaking out of

-confiscation and lack of trust

always taking my stuff so i can’t rely on what they’ll black mail me with, no “excuse” is valid to keep it (ex. I want to communicate w/friends or I LITERALLY HAVE INSOMNIA AND CAN’T SLEEP WITHOUT LISTENING TO MUSIC); during my worst days, when I was really suicidal i remember not having my phone for a long time which led to me being left behind and further isolating myself which, y’know spiralled

I can go on and on about how they never value my voice but i’m sort of running out of steam

they also never trust my statements, always cast me as the cause-r of something (luckily they’re fair and don’t punish me for it if I insist I didn’t do it, but the fact i have to really advocate for my innocence and am constantly suspected just is not great, and even jokingly, i hate attention, their attention)

There’s more but i think i’m done for now

-constantly bother me (i know this is nitpicking, i’m just trying to get everything out, and some of these have more layers than i’m willing to express)

intentionally sabotaging

even if i ask them to go away

try to annoy me when ever i see them, even if i’ve asked them not too, and really make me avoid everything even more (you have to go through where they usually are to get out and that means y’know what)

singing

yelling and stepping loudly (which makes me scared my dad is mad all the time)

always teasing and judging

-mother dearest

very aggressive

VERY controlling

generally boring

always invades privacy, more of a nosy person, but, in a way, better than dad

she can get violent too and screams but it’s less often but can get very intense sometimes, generally it’s more of taking away my stuff and telling me to give up (which, the telling me to give up, my dad does too)

-lack of independence

THIS ONE IS HUGE. my parents are very controlling and so even a little freedom excites me and they use my lack of experience as a sword against me, and that makes it eve harder for me to do anything when I’m constantly fighting restrictions and my brains can’t distinguish bad restrictions from schoolwork restrictions

-shitty world view

just a bad biased view of the world, i really don’t want to elaborate, beyond the general sense they deserve to be respected for being parents a conservative-type view, also don’t have basic sense of morality, as in sympathy, for everyone, and instead do the whole us|them thing with their politics, the only problem is that we’re immigrants which is why they vote democrat

-grandparents

are visiting, they are also unhygienic, to always be obeyed, generally judgemental, and intentionally old, and taking up both of my rooms, overall i don’t like any of them, my father’s mom is alright though

-generally shaming me

And otherwise everything is generally going to shit, my social life (though I saved it somewhat for ONE person), my mental/emotional health, my exercise, motivation for anything, just the way the house is set up, my grandparents are here, how i’m doing in school.

I should write the thesis and really flesh this out well but I’ll tell you what: ultimately my parents are selfish people who don’t consider me my own entity but more as themselves and my achievements combined. ANd even if you love me, which I don’t doubt, I don’t have to love you back, and that doesn’t excuse your shittiness, dad. I fucking hate you. (yes. i’m grateful for the money, house, generally not obviously abusive childhood, food, stuff, bed, phone, etc. you have provided, but that doesn’t cancel out your misdeeds, it just coexists next to it)

Like is it SO bad for me to blame SOME of my issues with them? BUT NO if I ever bring up how they did x so i did y. I did y ON PURPOSE to UPSET THEM and i can’t hold them accountable, i’m just blaming them, even if I’m genuinely trying to explain my issues the way I understand them.

idr if you can edit tumblr documents, and even if you can, i’m not going to, i’ll just add to this with comments, to preserve the integrity, not that anyone will or should read this, but i’ll probably come back to it

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malecftw · 5 years

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Your writing is AMAZING, I love it! Do you think you could do something where the reader and Shawn never get into fights, but they do over something dumb and the reader starts crying and Shawn feels bad so he drops whatever it is they are fighting about?!

A/N: So I had to rewrite the entire thing since it got deleted when proofreading why am I such a dumbass. Anywhooo thank you nonnie for requesting this. Hope you like it, don’t hesitate to let me know ;)

I’ve started up various taglists so if you want to be tagged in my future work shoot me a message or hit up my ask box. Please include which taglist you want to be added to specifically.

Word count: 1670

Warnings: angst, argument, cursing, idk if you can give a warning for fluff but... FLUFFFFFF

Masterlist.

Taglist: @shawn-youth

I rolled my eyes at Shawn’s words, causing him to get even more annoyed with me. ‘Yeah y/n. You roll your eyes at me. You have nothing to defend yourself with anyway.’ He stood on the other side of the kitchen, leaning against the stove and looking at me angrily. ‘Shawn I just asked if you could do some more chores. I’m literally doing everything here.’ I said, not willing to continue the argument but also not ready to back down.

‘Everything except for actually working and earning money.’ He muttered quietly, but still loud enough for me to hear. His eyes immediately turned sorrowful but he knew the damage was done and it was too late to take his words back. It struck a nerve. It’s been a sensitive subject for me ever since I started living with him. I was currently finishing up my last year at university as a science major. The only reason why I hadn’t gotten a job yet because Shawn assured me I didn’t have to.

He said he earned enough money for me to focus on my education and future, knowing the added stress of a job would burn me out since I was already drowning in papers, exams, and classes. He constantly reassured me, saying he didn’t mind, that my future was important to him. Not once had he made a comment that led me to believe he was insincere about this subject. It didn’t free me of the guilt that was gnawing at my soul though.

Every single time I bought something nice for myself or went out with friends, this little voice in the back of my mind told me I was being ungrateful. I was brought up to always be grateful for the things I receive or the gifts of others and I made sure I showed my gratitude to Shawn every chance I got. That’s why his comment hit me so hard.

‘Nice one Shawn, nice one...’ I said disappointed as I took my coat off of the coat hanger. He stalked over to me instantly when he realized what I was doing. ‘Y/n come on. We both said things we didn’t mean. Come on, don’t do this you know I didn’t mean it I was just angry.’ He said without taking a breath. I looked up at him, tears already threatening to spill over. ‘You may not have meant it, but you knew how much I struggle with that subject and you still decided to use it against me.’

I slowly tore my arm out his big hand and took a step towards the door. ‘Don’t worry, I have my phone on me, I’ll call you if something's wrong. Just don’t... Don’t flood my phone okay.’ ‘Just please tell me you’ll come back?’ Shawn asked. We’d both made a deal at the beginning of the relationship to never go to bed without clearing up a fight or argument. Now he was looking to see if I’d break that promise. I didn’t trust my voice so I just nodded before turning my back to him. Shawn bowed his head down in defeat, knowing the best thing now was to leave me be with my thoughts to figure things out.

I didn’t look back to him when I closed the door of our condo, allowing the tears to fall freely and without shame, as I made it out of the building.I started jogging when I got outside, the sharp wind slapping me across the face. It didn’t take me long to reach my destination considering it was right around the corner from our building.

As I entered, the waitress shot me a worried smile and allowed me to sit down and collect myself before coming over to take my order. ‘The usual please.’ I said, avoiding her gaze. I was no stranger here. Usually, Shawn accompanied me though. I used to drag him along with me because I loved the place so much. Until one day it had finally grown on him enough for him to come here by himself on the days I had class and couldn’t join him. I’m guessing it was pretty obvious he was the reason for my red, teary eyes. I don’t think I’ve come here without him in the past year, not counting the times he was on tour. Usually, when he was touring I didn’t really come here that much, the entire place reminding me of too many lunch dates that my heart couldn’t handle.

I looked outside, observing a dark cloud that was flooding over the city. It looked like something out of an apocalyptic movie. Shawn was definitely going to be worried about me being outside in this kind of weather, he never stopped worrying about me.

Not too long after I’d placed my order, the waitress approached me. She put down my favorite tea on the wooden table, accompanied by a cake pop that strongly resembled the head of a little kitten. It was a cute sight really but I looked up at the girl questioningly. ‘That one’s on me. I figured you could use a little pick me up.’ She said smiling. I didn’t really know what to say, surprised by her random act of kindness so I thanked her and made sure to remind myself to leave her a nice tip when I left.

The warm, sweet taste of the tea made it down my throat, warming my insides and I immediately felt better. I knew Shawn hadn’t meant what he’d said, but it still hurt. I don’t know if he realized how much of a big deal the money thing is to me. I hate being dependent although he’d never view it like that. My education was a temporary situation and in turn also a temporary problem, yet I couldn’t help but think about our future.

Like any relationship, ours was completely based on trust. Maybe even more so than a normal relationship. Having a boyfriend that toured the world wasn’t really a regular thing so if we didn’t have full trust in one another we would’ve been over a long time ago.

After a while, I decided to message Shawn. This was stupid. I asked him to meet me here and started a timer on my phone, from the second I’d sent him the message to the second he’d arrive. I knew him, it wouldn’t take long before I’d see his beautiful face and kind smile walking through the door and I was right.

He looked at me and smiled as he went to sit down, shooting the waitress and grin as he acknowledged her. He looked hesitant and a short silence overtook us before I spoke up. ‘7 and a half minutes. I believe that’s a record, Mr. Mendes.’ I laughed lightly, trying to set the tone for the rest of the evening. He looked surprised, most certainly not expecting that kind of welcome as he eyed the numbers on the phone I held up in front of him.He quickly regained his composure though and played along. ‘Well, Miss. Y/L/N. If a pretty girl calls, you answer.’ He said smirking when he saw my rosy cheeks as a reaction to his compliment.

The mood turned a bit more serious when the memories of our fight flooded back to him. ‘Y/n I...’ He started but he got interrupted. The waitress that served me earlier was now standing at our table with a genuine smile on her face. ‘I didn’t want to disturb you two so I just got you your usual order.’ She said as she carefully placed a cup of black coffee in front of Shawn accompanied by another cake pop. Shawn had the same questioning expression on his face that I’d had earlier and I laughed silently when the girl said: ‘It’s on the house.’ His mouth slightly formed an O-shape and the waitress looked at me smirking. Shawn quickly thanked her, making sure she realized how much he appreciated the gesture before returning back to the conversation after she left.

‘I’m sorry y/n. I know it doesn’t mean much because what’s done is done but I can 100% say I didn’t mean what I said. Truth is I had nothing on you so I used that as the worst most pathetic and untrue argument. And a lie on top of it all. I know how hard you work and not a day goes by that I’m not the proudest boyfriend alive. If I could take it back I would.’ He rambled trying to get every word out at the same time.

I took his hand in mine, trying to stop his word vomit. ‘Look, Shawn. We both messed up. We both said things we don’t mean and we both could’ve handled things differently. I was just stressed out cause of all the papers I have to finish but I shouldn’t have taken it out on you and that’s no excuse. We’re a team and we work best as one. I’m sorry the entire argument happened because honestly, it was stupid it’s already cringing me out thinking back to it.’

Shawn sighed in relief, taking a sip of his coffee before speaking again. ‘Y/n I totally understand how rough it must be to tackle a heavy education like that and so much housework. If you tell me which chores to do I will do them. Just one thing... Please please please don’t make me do laundry because we will end up with toddler socks and white shirts gone pink.’

At that, I laughed out loud. Seeing Shawn so insecure about something as simple as doing the laundry was adorable. I got closer to him and grinned. ‘Fine. No laundry. Wouldn’t want you and the washing machine stressing each other out.’ Shawn laughed and shook his head.

From a distance the waitress was looking at you two, smirking at the sight of both of you laughing.

Cake pops could cure any sadness.

#shawn mendes #shawn mendes imagine #shawn mendes x reader #shawn mendes fluff #shawn mendes angst

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lunatens · 5 years

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campus antics

word count: 1744

genre: fluFFFFF

pairing: han jisung x gender neutral reader

summary: college!au where jisung’s the cute, popular kid you’ve got an intense hallway crush on but you can’t seem to avoid embarrassing yourself every time you talk to him

a/n: lemme know if y’all want me to write a part 2 to this!! it’ll probably be better than this flaslkjdfsk sorry

song rec: can’t blame a girl for trying - sabrina carpenter

there he is, sitting at that picnic table he seems to always be at, headphones on and intently focused on his laptop like usual. his foot taps a steady beat on the ground as his head bobs slightly and you think you see him mumbling to himself. you’ve had a crush on han jisung since the moment you first saw him, and ever since then you find yourself silently hoping you’ll pass by him in the halls (not that you’ll do anything, but there’s no harm in admiring from afar, right) to catch a glimpse of him and his cute face.

you’ve discovered his favourite hangout place is this picnic table—it’s a beautiful day, and the breeze keeps ruffling his shaggy hair. annoyed, he moves to brush it out of his eyes, and when he does so he makes eye contact with you on the pathway. it’s only now that you realize you’ve stopped walking entirely, and when jisung flashes you an awkward, close-lipped smile you immediately turn and walk away briskly. your face is burning red as a tomato; hopefully you turned around quickly enough that jisung didn’t notice you practically drooling over him. you silently curse yourself, internally groaning as you pray jisung doesn’t think you’re a creep or a weirdo.

you’ve never actually spoken to him before; for one thing, he’s in a different program, so you never have classes together. he’s a music kid (which you think is the coolest thing ever) while you’re a med student. you love your program and you excel in all your classes, but you always admire the more creative and artistic people—like jisung. he also happens to be a member of several of your college’s clubs, which you suspect is how he became so popular. it seems everyone on campus knows jisung’s name, and when he’s not alone at the picnic table he’s almost always surrounded by a group of people laughing and talking with him—yet another reason you’ve never gathered the nerve to talk to him. you’re certain he doesn’t know you exist; that is, unless he permanently remembers you from the awkward eye contact you just made (you know it’s definitely seared into your own memory). you try to push the embarrassment to the back of your mind as you make your way to the lab—although as you fall asleep that night the moment replays over and over in your head, and you really hope you get a chance to redeem yourself.

unfortunately, the next time you come face to face with jisung, it doesn’t go much more smoothly—if anything, you’re even more embarrassed now than before. you’re running late to one of your classes; literally, you’re sprinting down the hall trying to make it on time (you know this professor hates students coming in late and interrupting his lesson, but you don’t like missing out on class so you’re trying your best to make it on time). you whizz around a corner, then WHAM! you find yourself flat on your stomach, although rather than feeling the cold surface of the floor beneath you, you wince as you realize there’s a person underneath you.

“i’m so sorry!!” you say as you scramble to get up, gathering the few things you dropped. you’re extremely flustered now, and would really like to just leave for class, leaving all this embarrassment behind. but, being the kind, considerate person you are, you stick out your hand to help the person up. he groans and grabs your hand, sitting up from the floor, and you quietly gasp as you recognize jisung—if you thought your face was red before, you should see it now.

“oh my god, jisung! i-i am SO sorry, i was just really in a rush to class and didn’t see you, wow i can’t believe i did that!” you pull jisung to his feet, half mumbling to yourself.

“it’s okay, i get it—you’ve got places to be! how did you know my name though?” he asks; he seems mildly confused, but not overly alarmed. you, on the other hand, are burning bright red, unable to believe you really just let slip you already know who he is.

“oh uh, doesn’t like everyone on campus know who you are?” you say in an attempt to play it off. jisung laughs softly and looks down at the ground.

“yeah, i guess you could say a few people know me. well listen, it was nice to meet you…” he says, voice trailing off as he waits for you to finish his sentence.

“oh, i’m just y/n,” you clarify, smiling shyly.

“y/n! you seem like you’re in a hurry and i don’t wanna keep you from where you’re going, but it was nice to meet you! i’ll see you around campus,” jisung says and with a small smile and wave, he’s walking down the hall towards where you came from. you stand frozen for a moment before remembering you have a class to get to, so you turn and make your way to class, not really caring about being late anymore since walking in and interrupting class can’t be more embarrassing than what just happened.

“you didn’t even get his number??” minho asks, astounded and, frankly, disappointed.

“minho, i RAN INTO HIM!! i don’t think he wants my number,” you say. you were studying that night and you made sure to facetime your best friend minho to tell him everything—you always go to him for advice. you look up from your notes to see him roll his eyes at you.

“well i mean he still talked to you, so he couldn’t have been THAT grossed out by you,” minho teases. “but you gotta get a chance to talk to him again,” minho says.

“…i’ll try,” you tell minho, although you know you’re still way too intimidated to just go up and talk to jisung. “now we should probably actually study, exams are coming up,” you remind minho. just like that the topic is switched and the two of you are studying, although jisung is in the back of your mind the whole time.

the third time you interact with jisung is, unfortunately, probably (definitely) the most embarrassing of all. you’re in the library, notes and textbooks spread across the table as you frantically scour them for helpful information, coffee always within arm’s reach. you’ve been spending a lot of time at the library recently, studying as hard as you can to ace your exams. a couple times you’ve seen jisung in passing, either at his usual spot or walking by just in the halls (on the rare occasion he sees you he’ll flash a smile your way and yes, your heart flutters every time), but you’re careful to avoid much interaction in fear of making a fool of yourself. you’re trying not to think about him too much anyways; your exams are really important, and a distraction is the last thing you need (although maybe you wouldn’t mind so much if it was jisung).

“uhhh, y/n?” a voice says from beside you. you look up to see jisung, surprisingly. “is this seat taken?” he asks, gesturing to the chair beside you. you shake your head, mildly in shock. jisung pulls the chair out and takes a seat beside you, pulling out his own study notes.

“what’s up jisung?” you ask, still confused as to why he’s studying with you.

“oh, i need someone’s opinions on some songs i’ve been working in for my final assignments. my friends are too biased to give me an honest opinion, but when i walked in here and saw you i figured it might be worth a shot. wanna listen?” he says. offering his headphones to you. dumbfounded, you take them. he clicks a couple things on his laptop then turns to see your reaction, biting his lip nervously.

as the song begins to play, your eyes widen and you look at jisung (who’s quite flustered and sheepish). you figured jisung was talented simply by the sheer amount of time he seems to spend working on his laptop, but you never imagined he’d be this good.

“jisung…this is amazing,” you say as you take off his headphones.

“you really think so?” he says, and you can tell he’s trying to hold back his excitement.

“yeah, like, wow. i can’t believe you made that,” you say, truly amazed by the song you just heard. you move to hand back his headphones, and that’s when it happens; you accidentally knock over your coffee cup. the hot beverage spills, staining your notes brown and dripping off the edge of the table onto the carpeted floor. thank god nothing got on jisung’s laptop, however it did happen to spill onto his lightwash jeans and white shoes.

“oh my god. jisung i-i’m so sorry!!” you say, looking at him in horror. how you manage to embarrass yourself every time you do something around him you don’t know, but you wish you could run away and hide forever.

“y/n, it’s okay, don’t worry about it. it’ll come out in the wash,” jisung simply laughs a little and reassured you. “you’re really clumsy though,” he says, poking fun at you.

“i feel so bad!” you pout, and it’s true—especially because jisung is so frickin CUTE and talented and popular and why the heck he’s talking to you you have no idea but you really wish you could stop making a fool of yourself for once.

“okay fine, i have a way you can make it up to me. take me out for coffee tomorrow, i’ll meet you in front of the library tomorrow at 2, see you tomorrow y/n!” jisung says, and before you get the chance to answer he gets up and leaves, with you watching him hurry out, bewildered. you turn back to the mess on the table in front of you, and as you start cleaning up you notice jisung’s number scribbled on one of the dry sheets of paper (he’s also drawn a little heart, which makes you smile to yourself). you decide you’re done studying for the day, so after you clean everything up and apologize to the librarian, you head home, wondering how you of all people managed to get ask out by jisung of all people—you’re not complaining though, and you find yourself almost skipping gleefully back to your dorm in anticipation of your date tomorrow.

requested by anon <3

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bentenharuki · 4 years

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I generally don’t do these but...

I will do this because it’s a badge of honor and a thank you for @todayintokyo who gives me a daily vibe out of my second fav Country in the world (first one is my own, of course. My messy, chaotic, genius Italy).

So for everyone interested (I won’t tag people either... if you are among my 250+ readers, do it as freely as you like to share this unexpected hard time along others. Sharing makes us all feel less stranded I guess :))

1. Are you staying home from work/school? Yep. My University (Milano Bicocca) holds in-house lessons and curses and also exams and testing are/will be online. What I miss most are the lab works and the exchanges with foreign schools. I took one a few months ago in London and I was supposed to have another in May but... NOPE, of course.

2. If you’re staying home, who’s there with you? I am alone in my apartment. At first it was supposed to be shared rent with somebody else but then my parents just bought this out and lent it to me. I know. I am spoiled. But very grateful for what I have. I always try to give back the best I can because no one has merits in being born in a family instead of another. (pieces of second-rate philosophy in all my LONG answers courtesy of my mum and her influence on me. She’s a University Professor and her field is.. guess what.. ETHICS PHILOSOPHY)

3. Do you have pets to keep you company? Nope. Not allowed. But I like cats. Cats. CATS. They are elegant, refined, very clean, and they give you consideration and affection ONLY if they like you. I prefer to conquer somebody’s love instead than to have it by default. Then I am naturally a cat person instead of a dog’s. But I like all animals (I like snakes as well, so my range is pretty wide ;)), even though I don’t feel missing any in house. Generally I would be out of home most of the day and no pet would be happy in staying that much alone. I miss my grandparents’ kitty tho :)

4. Who do you miss the most? Family. Friends. Meeting new people when out. And... (is it fine to say it?) Well... in these lockdown times I miss... human touch. (You get what kind). I was seeing a guy when this all started and my old boyf also came back into the picture somehow. All on hold. And I avoid to think how that makes me feel because even in case I’d figure it out, what comes if one can’t act on the awareness? Exactly. So I put it all in a LONG pause. But yeah... I miss contacts. A LOT.

5. When was the last time you left your home? I go out every Thursday to buy all my grocery stuff. I am very methodic. My supermarket is pretty near and it’s BIG and I get there right before it opens (well... one hour almost before it opens, so I can be among the firsts in line). I look like a ninja: very sporty and technically dressed (like for a running competition!) with clothes and shoes which are easy washable, tech mask (it is for cycling competition, with filters specifically medical: the mask is washable as well after you’ve used it, while the filter is obviously not), cotton fit gloves and over them medical gloves (I can’t wear directly medical gloves because my skin is very sensitive and I suffer from nickel allergia, which makes latex gloves a NO NO directly on skin), teck googles which cover also the side of my face (those are from cycling items too) and of course PODS in my ear because I can’t live without music :)

6. What was the last thing you bought? I bought online a few garden tools for my biggest balcony. I have ZERO skill with plants (and I am supposed to become a biologist... the nerve! LOL) but I am keen at making grow at least rosemery for my recipes. I have a little peach tree and it is all fine so far. I have hope I can do better and anyway I have time now ;)

7. Is quarantine driving you insane or are you finally relaxed? I try to keep my routine as it was before. I wake up and perform all my tasks exactly as I was doing before this all started. I am VERY organized and to lax on that would ruin me, so I carefully focus on what I can control the best I can. It feels strange to say it maybe but... this way my mood isn’t particularly affected by this heavy revolution in my (and everyone elses’s) life.

8. Are you a homebody? NOPE. I love people, I love my Milan and its being always full of people everywhere. I love living in my town a TON, I love meeting friends anywhere, go dancing, I love to live my University life in this beautiful and renewed part of Milan; I like being surrounded by my people and meeting new ones. So being stuck at home would seem insufferable for me. But I learnt from this (there’s always something to learn in any experience) that I can be surprisingly ok with staying home too. I came to know better my neighbors. I feel a sense of community with everyone living nearby and I have come to love my domesticity too. It was a surprise for me first ^.^

9. What movies have you watched recently? In Italy, Italia 1 channel has had the WONDERFUL idea to rebroadcast all Harry Potter saga every Monday and Thursday. Today and tomorrow there are the last two installments, so I can say that is what I looked out the most for as in movie things these past weeks (funny how I never particularly adored the books of HP, I mean, I liked them but... being a Tolkien’s devotee Rowlings’ literary efforts always seemed lackluster to me.. and still I have always liked the movies. It’s incoherent I know ;)). But I have Sky at home so I can watch whatever movie I like to whenever I want to. And that leads to VERY little watch actually. I am reading a ton though. I watch what passes on in the National channels actually, out of digital and cable and decide to watch it or not. For instance last Friday Rai 1 (main Italian Channel) broadcasted one of my fav movies from the past three years, GIFTED (with Chris Evans and Octavia Spencer) and I rewatched it with immense pleasure.

10. An event that you were looking forward to that got cancelled? OLYMPICS. I was supposed to be back in Japan with a a couple of friends and my bro for experience the Olympics (especially the volleyball tournaments) between July and August and that got (of course) cancelled. We plan to move it all to next year of course. But it hurts SO MUCH because it was easily what I was looking forward to BEST for all 2020. Hands down.

11. What’s the best and worst thing you’ve had to cancel? Look up. For the other question, I never plan things I don’t like (or at least I try my best not to) and I almost never find myself in the position of being happy for something I had going on which I had to pass due to circumstances. I am a very honest (sometimes to the point of bluntness, though with age I got trained in the fine art of diplomacy, which for me is declined especially in the “IGNORE WHAT IS NOT WORTHY degree) person and if there is something I don’t like I tend to not get involved with it in the first place.

12. Do you have any new hobbies? Eh... the longest list... I love so many things. Sport don’t count as hobbies to me because I treat them as part of my daily life constantly. So take them off. I like to write, to draw, to paint... I like reading, I like learning... I am a tech geek; I like gaming (but that I have to cut it or it would absorb me too much)... I like TRAVELING (that is cut off too of course nowadays), and many other things so I guess I don’t literally have SPACE for new hobbies. My many ones makes it impossible to fall for new things though lately I am becoming a better cook out of needs ;)

13. What are you out of? My lists are made as soon my things become “two items in from having 0″. This way I can’t run out of anything. Did I say already I am a HUGE control freak? THAT ;)

14. What music are you listening to? My itunes collections lists so far 12376 ALBUMS. Then I have the random songs. Latest one I bought (because I buy them all) is Achille Lauro’s latest 16 Marzo

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=yb-9RESbeWA

I am also listening a lot to one of my bro’s fav bands Radiohead and as usual a lot to my beloved Imagine Dragons. My mum and dad are also telling me to listen to Bill Withers (who recently passed away) whole discography because he was amazing. I love many music genres. I love ALL which makes the spirit soar and rage and evolve and love and cry and hope.

15. What are you reading? So far in quarantine I read 5 books. I have now to start ORIGINS by Dan Brown. I pick the books I have left unread randomly and that was the pick this time (people gift me with books constantly because they know I am a bookworm when I have spare time).

16. What are you doing for self-care? Keep loving myself and life and the world exactly the way I used to before this all started.

17. Are you exercising? Yup. Tapis roulant, golf training, stepper (all in my house lucky me) and mat and weight training. I have a routine for which I have to train at least one hour a day. NO EXCEPTION. I miss swimming but I will do. I am also in recovery after January’s knee meniscus intervention so my schedules are also taking that into consideration.

18. How’s your toilet paper supply? I'm OK. :)

19. Have you made any changes to your hair during quarantine? Nope. I love to stylize my hair but I don’t have specific cuts. It grows long and then I play with them hairstyles: braids, buns, ponytails, partitions and the likes.. But I have bleached hair and I had to follow my hairdresser advice because I can’t allow ugly roots to take dominance of me ^.^ So I bought the necessary to self bleach them. No need to say as soon as I will be able to, Hairdressers and Massages and SPA will be my first destination ^.^ (beside visiting family and friends of course).

I am fairly sure I put lots of typos and mistakes in this but I have my online lesson just starting in 8 minutes and I can’t review this (I generally never do it anyway). So forgive me and have a beautiful day ;)

STAY SAFE OUT THERE!!! Hugs K.

#ask list #wow my first one #and probably my last #covid19 #quarantine #lockdown #italy #milan #tag your friends #coronavirus

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Title: A Storm is coming (Chapter 16) Fandom: Dark Souls Characters: Chosen Undead/Dragon Slayer Ornstein, Word Count: 8.544 AO3-Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/16603610/chapters/49814498 Previous chapter: https://mrslittletall.tumblr.com/post/187554662479/title-a-storm-is-coming-chapter-15-fandom-dark

Summary: Ornstein and Tempest delve into the catacombs.

(Author's note: So, wow, this chapter got long and it took me ages and why? Let me explain...

I was unsatisfied just picking out the wiki and then made shit up while I wrote and checked the locations, so I literally started the game, played through the area (in NG+ also) and used my experiences in it for this chapter. So yeah, this turned out a lot more detailed than the archives and it was huge inspiration, so I probably continue doing it.)

Ornstein took his sweet time as he casually strolled down the path into the catacombs, squinting a bit because this place was darker than he remembered. He still could see well enough and soon caught up to Tempest who was locked in a fight with a few skeletons, his sword gliding off the solid smooth bones far too often.

“How do you fight something that doesn't bleed?!”, he screeched as his sword once again recoiled and he himself was attacked by the scimitar of the second skeleton, which made him grunt in pain.

“By finding the weak spots in the bones.”, Ornstein said, having enough from watching and casually thrusting his spear into one of the skeletons which made it fall apart, bones clattering onto the ground.

“How did you do that?”, Tempest asked with glinting eyes.

“I just told you, by finding the weak spots in their bones.”, Ornstein repeated. “Until now, you could count on that if it bleeds, that it would die eventually. But now you face an enemy that has been long dead and not like you Undeads.”, Ornstein gestured to Tempest. “This is quite literally a skeleton, the remnants of some poor soul having been buried here, brought back to life. You need to find the weak spots in the bones and strike at them.”

Tempest had listened to Ornstein's explanation while dodging and parrying the strikes of the skeleton warrior and now wanted to try out his words. He focused on the skeleton in front of him and used his swords to strike against both kneecaps with the blunt side, shattering them in the process, which made the skeleton fall down on the ground but not completely falling apart like the one Ornstein had killed did.

“Good.”, Ornstein said with a nod. “You are a quick learner. Now don't get careless. It is still able to reassemble itself like this. Put pressure onto your target and don't give it the time it is needing for this.”

Tempest didn't need to hear this advice a second time and lunged forward, aiming at the neck of the skeleton. The hit was hard enough to send the skull flying. “Success!”, he cheered, looking at Ornstein but the dragon slayer simply shook his head.

As Tempest turned his head back to the skeleton he saw that it not only had reassembled its legs but also that it picked its head up to put back on its neck, even making sure that it was properly reattached.

“Not fair.”, he complained.

“And you think you coming back after having died is fair?”, Ornstein scoffed from his position as a observer.

“That's completely different.”, Tempest complained as he rolled away from the next strike of the skeleton.

Ornstein casually joined the fight and said: “Just watch.” as he thrust his spear into the skeleton and it fell apart like the first one. “I am not going to show this again.”, he said, his head turned upwards. “The next skeleton you get down on your own.”

“Yes sir, understood sir.”, Tempest said and Ornstein wouldn't have wondered if the tiny warrior would have saluted at him. Instead he added a “Thanks.”

“Don't mention it.”, Ornstein said, taking a closer look at the room they were in now that there weren't any skeletons to distract them anymore.

“You changed your weapon.”, Tempest said, pointing at the silver knight spear.

“Of course. And I would have told you to do the same if you wouldn't have rushed forward AGAIN and if you wouldn't conveniently already had used a silver knight word.”, Ornstein replied.

“...”, Tempest somehow managed to make his silence audible before he rummaged around and pulled out a crumpled-up piece of paper. He straightened it and looked really hard at it before he spoke again: “...when you told me about the lords you said we would need holy weapons. ...I have this written down here, I just... didn't think about it before I went in here.”

“And that's why you are a little storm.”, Ornstein scoffed once again but had to smile at Tempest at the same time. He hadn't expected for him to actually write down the stuff he had vomited out back then, when he still had been forced into bed at the Dark Moon Tomb, just wishing that the Undead would disappear when he stared hard enough.

“Where to now?”, Ornstein asked, noticing they were standing on a ledge and staring at the room below them. It was too dark to see anything.

“There is a ladder there.”, Tempest said, pointing to it before descending it. “But down there are more skeletons.”

“You know how to deal with them now.”, Ornstein replied and descended the ladder too for a change. He didn't want to jump into literal darkness with the prospect of skeletons. Tempest made a small noise of surprise at his actions which Ornstein ignored.

As they made it to the bottom of the ladder, the skeletons rose and the both of them dispatched them quickly. As Ornstein scanned the room and saw a passageway that probably led deeper into the catacombs, he headed for it but was stopped by Tempest.

“Wait, there is a bonfire in there.”, Tempest pointed at an alcove. “I want to stop there first.”

Ornstein followed Tempest who sat down at the bonfire, rummaging around in his belongings. He produced a humanity sprite, stared at it for a good while before crushing it and adding it right back to the bonfire to make it burn brighter.

“This place isn't smelling very good.”, Ornstein said, wrinkling his nose. As the bonfire started to burn brighter, Ornstein saw the reason for it. “Oh, seems like you already have taken care of the necromancer for this area.” He kicked the decaying corpse.

“Well, I needed to pull a lever to open up the way and they were in the way.”, Tempest said, staring at the corpse. “...I thought they were Undead, like me? Shouldn't they come back to live?”

Ornstein shrugged, unsure about how the Undead actually worked. He had another thing on his mind.

“...Wait, when you told me how you got the ring of the Dark Moon, you said that you were waking up at Fire Link Shrine. Why didn't you sit at the bonfire here?”

Tempest smiled sheepishly: “You know... I was so sure I would die in there and already planned to go elsewhere should I die in there that I wanted to avoid having to go back through the horde of skeletons...”

“But haven't you touched the bonfire?”, Ornstein asked, being sure that the bonfire had been lit as they entered the room.

“For some strange reason, just lighting it doesn't count as touching?”, Tempest said. “I don't have a clue how this works. Anyway, now I touched it and will be linked to it, so wait for me here should I die, alright?”

“I don't plan on letting you die.”, Ornstein said, shuddering. “This place is giving me the creeps. I don't want to stay longer here than necessary.”

“Seems like I got used to all this death and decay a lot more now.”, Tempest stood up from the bonfire, grabbed his sword and headed for the exit.

“...You also haven't spend the last hundred years in an abandoned town.”, Ornstein said as he followed the little storm.

Once they crossed the passageway the duo came out into a far more open area were a waterfall was splashing into a pond. The area also was better illuminated and made Ornstein able to see his surroundings a lot better.

“So, this is where I started to run and scream.”, Tempest said just before he was hit with a fireball. He quickly pat out the flames that were threatening to engulf his black leather vest as he said: “And this was why.”

Ornstein could spot the necromancer on the other side of the room, a large gap between them. Ornstein may have been able to cross it by jumping, but even he would need a bit of a start-up and the ledge they were one was rather narrow. Instead...

“Let me take care of it.”, he said and switched out the silver knight spear for the dragon slayer spear, charging up the lightning attack as Tempest gasped, not because of Ornstein's actions but because of the skeletons that had noticed them.

“Oh no, you won't.”, he said and stormed off as Ornstein's attack aimed as the necromancer and once fired, perfectly hit the dumbfounded thing which dropped dead in an instant.

“This one won't bother us anymore.”, Ornstein said and turned around only to see Tempest being locked in a struggle with some more skeletons, bleeding from an attack while one of the skeletons was reassembling itself.

Ornstein quietly sighed to himself but also a smile formed under his helmet. The little storm was getting dependable. He joined the battle and soon the two skeletons didn't rose anymore. Tempest was taking a sip from his Estus to heal the wound.

“I envy you about this.”, Ornstein said. “For me wounds have to heal the classical way. We aren't having unlimited use of Princess Gwynevere's powers or blessings anymore.”

“Oh, believe me, being Undead is nothing to be envious about.”, Tempest said as the two continued their trek, fending off more skeletons. “Dying hurts horribly every single time and being able to heal wounds instantly doesn't make the pain of receiving them go away.”

“But at least you skip the long healing process.”, Ornstein said as he crushed a skeleton's skull with his dragon slayer spear. Now that the necromancer for this area was gone he had felt secure to keep his usual weapon for now. “That is kind of useful.”

“That's one way of seeing it.”, Tempest sighed. “I still wished this curse has never hit me.” He was silent for a while and then murmured something that Ornstein couldn't hear. Upon asking to repeat himself, Tempest just shook his head and said: “Nevermind.”

The both of them continued down the path, fending off more skeletons until they entered a room that could be described as more typical for catacombs, with large stone biers edged into the walls, more skeletons onto them, but at least these ones weren't moving.

Unfortunately they were still loads of skeleton left moving and so Ornstein and Tempest soon were locked in battle once again, fending off the horde of skeletons which now also had taken up bows and shot arrows at them from raised positions. With Ornstein's height it was no trouble to take care of them and so the two of them managed to dispatch of the horde quickly and took a look around.

“There is a way outside.”, Ornstein said, pointing to a door frame, where a bridge could be spotted, though it was covered in spikes. This would probably hurt to cross. Tempest was distracted though.

“Wait, I think there is something to pick up.”, he said and stormed off in the complete opposite direction. Ornstein followed him with another glance to the spiked bridge, hoping not to forget where the doorway was. The catacombs were a tiny bit confusing and his sense of direction wasn't the best in unknown locations. As the archives already had proved.

Tempest picked up whatever item he had chased after and then looked down the ledge only to slip and fall. Ornstein sighed as he went after him, Tempest giving him an awkward smile: “I just wanted to see what was there but apparently this just led back to the room in which we began.”

Ornstein offered him his hand. “Just let me pull you up so we can continue.” Tempest did as told and Ornstein had the feeling there was a blush in the little Storm's face.

“So now what?”, Tempest asked as they stood in front of the spiked bridge.

“There must be a lever somewhere, let's go look for it.”, Ornstein pointed at a path leading up the right. He may have been able to cross the bridge by jumping, but he wasn't keen on finding out how much the landing hurt should he misjudge the jump. Especially because he would have needed to pick the little Storm up too and add his weight to his own.

Tempest stormed off and came running back in an instant and Ornstein knew why as he saw the skull like wisps explode with their signature scream. The dragon slayer managed to jump into safety just in time, carrying Tempest along in the process. “Take better care.”, Ornstein said, getting up, unaware of the deep blush that had appeared on Tempest's face.

“At least the bombs are gone now.”, Tempest stood up, following the path with small, careful steps, stopping as he saw more skeletons coming their way. Sighing, he picked up his swords: “This place is infested with skeletons.”

“These are catacombs after all, what did you expect?”, Ornstein said, breaking one of the skeletons into all its individual parts with a single attack, then moving forwards, stopping in front of a statue that was lined a the path, waiting for Tempest to finish his own battle. As the little Storm came nearer, he stopped near Ornstein, eyes wide in confusion.

“Shouldn't we move on?”, he asked.

“I want to test something.”, Ornstein said and the next thing Tempest knew was that he was shoved forward, stumbled and felt a piercing pain as the statue extracted some spikes, which made him yelp in pain and surprise.

“I knew this place was booby trapped.”, Ornstein said with a triumphant voice as Tempest struggled to get up.

“And why did you had to shove me into it to find this out?”, he complained.

“Because you can easily heal any injury with your Estus flask.”, Ornstein said, kneeling down, searching for aforementioned flask at Tempest's waist and giving him a sip. Even though Tempest was sure he had lost quite some blood because of the dragon slayer's stunt, there seemed to be enough left for him to blush. Again.

“We have to avoid the ones with the plates on their chest.”, Ornstein said after Tempest got up, looking morosely at the holes and blood stains in his armour. He had to fix this later.

“You go first, because you have your Estus.”, Ornstein said.

“Only when you promise that you don't shove me anymore.”, Tempest grumbled.

“I can't make promises.”, Ornstein said and Tempest just knew he had a grin under this leonine helmet of his. Tempest promised to himself to not run into another trap instead.

The rest of the path was rather easy to travel, Tempest spotted one more statue that was booby trapped and managed to avoid it just fine. Near the end of the path they spotted a lever. Tempest went near it to push it into the wall and they were rewarded with the clear noise of something large turning.

Ornstein already had turned around to walk back into the direction of the bridge but Tempest went a bit farther, curious what could be at the end of the path. As Ornstein noticed that Tempest wasn't following him, he turned around again and called for him: “What are you waiting for? Let's go.”

“There is a bonfire in this cave.”, Tempest replied. “But I can't reach it...”

“There must be another way.”, Ornstein said. “Come now. You have enough Estus left, right?”

“Yes, but it would be more if not for your stunt earlier.”, Tempest growled.

“Didn't thought you were this resentful.”, Ornstein chuckled.

“You are one to talk.”, Tempest simply answered and shut up as Ornstein shot him a glare. Well, a glare that he couldn't see but very much feel.

The both of them walked in silence until they were at the bridge. Ornstein just pointed at the two skeletons waiting for them and Tempest nodded in understanding. A minute later both of the skeletons had been kicked down the bridge. Once the skeletons were gone, another necromancer showed themselves and was instantly impaled by the strikes of a sword and a spear.

The duo continued and entered the next hallway. The first thing Ornstein spotted was that a good part of the wall had been broken off. This looked intentional. Tempest had noticed it to and already headed this way without awaiting Ornstein's input. As they stepped into the room Ornstein squinted at the notches in the ground.

“Be careful, we don't know if the ground here can hold our...”, he started and gasped as Tempest stormed forwards and instantly fell into the left hole “...weight...”, he finished before he hissed: “Idiot!”

Ornstein stepped closer to the now hole in the ground and peaked downwards, seeing if he could spot Tempest. “Everything alright down there?”, he shouted down the hole.

He heard the sound of Tempest drinking some Estus and then he said: “Yes, the fall just did hurt a little bit.” And then he gasped and called in a voice full with excitement: “Crystal Lizards!” Ornstein could hear him rushing off and then the sound of a trap being activated and a pained yelp. Ornstein didn't waste a second to jump after Tempest and saw that he indeed had managed to impale himself onto a this time rather obvious trap.

“That was it with the crystal lizards...”, Tempest said before he took a sip of his Estus.

“I think you have found more than enough twinkling titanite in the archives.”, Ornstein said. “Let's follow the path, see where we landed.”

“Alright.”, Tempest nodded and followed behind Ornstein, hiding behind the dragon slayer's large frame whenever they crossed a statue, which all were booby trapped. At the end of the path, the only exciting thing was a ladder, which led into a dead end once they ascended it. There were two more notches embedded into the ground.

“Great, dead end...”, Tempest said but once he noticed the notches he added: “Maybe they lead somewhere like in the previous room...?”

“Only one way to find out.”, Ornstein grinned as she shoved Tempest onto one of the notches and jumped after him once the little Undead had indeed fallen to the ground.

“What was that for?”, Tempest complained, sitting on his rear, clearly taken aback by the sudden shove. “What is it with you and shoving me into traps today?”

“I already said, it is because you are easily able to heal any injury should it be a trap.”, Ornstein said, readying his spear, but no foes were in sight. “Besides, this wasn't even a trap.”

“Huh, seems like we are back at the bridge.”, Tempest said. “This only was a waste of time.”

“You were the one storming off.”, Ornstein said as they crossed the bridge another time, this time descending the long spiral staircase.

“It is getting darker and darker.”, Tempest said, squinting his eyes.

“This is nothing.”, Ornstein replied. “Wait until we are in Nito's realm.”

“Wait, we aren't there yet?”, Tempest asked and then raised his sword to fend off a skeleton that came flying at him.

“He is a lot farther down. Didn't you notice that the skeletons in here are all human sized?”

Tempest looked more closely at his opponent and realized, that Ornstein was right. The skeletons were more his size. Maybe a little larger, Tempest was tiny, even for a human. His head barely made it above Ornstein's waist.

“So there are more skeletons your size farther down?”, Tempest asked as he broke the knees of the skeleton with a well timed sword strike.

“Yes. Because of the size of the skeletons the human population has started to call it the tomb of giants, but the tomb of the gods would be more accurate.”, Ornstein replied.

“Well, for me you are big as a giant.”, Tempest said, glancing at Ornstein. “But I have seen actual giants in Sen's Fortress. They were even bigger.”

“Yes.”, Ornstein nodded. “There is also the giant blacksmith in Anor Londo. The giants in Sen's Fortress and the one in Anor Londo are serving Lord Gwyn.”

Tempest frowned a bit. The way Ornstein said it sounded like the giants were doing this of their own free will, but hadn't he seen them doing the same mindless task over and over again while being in chains?

“...Wasn't there also a giant that was a knight of Gwyn?”, Tempest asked, hoping to loosen the mood a bit while they were fighting off every skeleton in their way.

“Gough, yes.”, Ornstein confirmed. “The best sharpshooter Lord Gwyn's army has ever seen.”

“How was he? As a person I mean.”

Ornstein stayed silent for a while until he had managed to destroy the skeleton that had fought him at the moment. Tempest noticed that he had switched back to the silver knight spear. Apparently, skeletons weren't very sensitive to lightning powers.

“...He was like the friendly father of the team.”, Ornstein finally answered. “Observant. Despite having lost his eyesight later in his life, he always knew if something was up. He even shot out a dragon of the sky despite not having been able to see for years.”

“He did what?! Impressive!”, Tempest's own eyes were sparkling with excitement.

“He retired shortly after the dragon war was over, so his time in the army was short, but I visited him a lot, until...”, Ornstein's voice trailed off and Tempest knew that the talk was over. As over as the path they had walked on. There was only darkness in front of them.

“A dead end.”, Tempest said, squinting down, trying to make out anything in the darkness.

“It looks like there is some kind of platform we could safely land on.”, Ornstein mused. “The emphasis is on could.” Tempest backed away as the leonine helmet turned into his direction.

“I am done with being shoved into pits. Let's search for another way, please.”

“You are no fun.”, Ornstein said but stepped back from the pit, which made Tempest release a breath in relief. One of the few things he still had to do, even in undead state. Sometimes he asked himself if breathing was just a habit, because he used to do it every day to stay alive and if he could still stay alive – or more precisely undead – when he would just stop doing it.

“There have been alcoves on the sides where the skeletons came out.”, Ornstein said. “Let's look for a way there.”

There wasn't a way but another lever which Tempest pulled. They heard a loud noise from up above and took the trek back upwards the stairs.

Indeed there had been a passage opened. Tempest entered it, looking around. There were a few steps in front of him that led into nothingness and a path to the left. “Looks like someone forgot to finish the stairs.”, he said as he headed left.

“Or the stairs have once been there and are now gone.”, Ornstein added. “Don't forget that this land was erected hundreds of years ago.”

“I know and you have been there to see all this glory.”, Tempest's eyes started to sparkle again. What would he have given to see Lordran as the land it once was, not the ruin that it had become? He was too lost in his own thoughts to hear that Ornstein murmured: “...but I also was there to see its downfall...”

Once they stepped out of the corridor, another spiked bridge was in their way. “Guess we have to find another lever.”, Tempest sighed. “Who build all this traps here?”

“They are probably there to scare off grave robbers.”, Ornstein said. “And judging that you pick up anything you see, you are not much different.” He chuckled at this words.

“It's not like they would miss it.”, Tempest said, gaze to the side. “Besides, isn't it better when I pick up this weapons instead of giving the skeletons more choices with what to kill us?”

They arrived at the end of the path, where a ladder lead upwards. Tempest already was proceeding to use it, but Ornstein raised a hand: “Wait.” He squinted at the wall near the ladder and then gave it a knock with his spear, which made the wall poof.

“I knew it, this wall looked strange.”, he grinned to himself. Tempest immediately slid down the ladder and dashed into the opening, yelping as he once again was impaled by a booby trapped statue in front.

“You don't even need my help to run into traps.”, Ornstein said. “You are very good doing it yourself.”

“...This is so embarrassing...”, Tempest said, drank from his Estus and frowned as he saw how little was left. The little Undead proceeded to ascend the stairs behind the wall in a very quiet and careful way, stopping once every few steps searching for enemies or traps. Once Tempest had reached the end of the staircase, he was fulfilled with euphoria. “It's a bonfire!” He quickly lit it and sat down at it, refilling his Estus Flask.

“You haven't died once, little Storm. You are making progress.”, Ornstein said, sitting down too.

“No thanks to you.”, Tempest grumbled. “I could have gone without being shoved into traps or pits.”

Ornstein chuckled at his words. “I wouldn't have done it when I knew you wouldn't be able to take it.”

“Oh, shall I thank you for your consideration now?”, Tempest said, but Ornstein could see him grin. “Let's move on.”, Tempest stood up once his Estus flask was fully filled.

After they exited the room with the bonfire Tempest ascended the ladder to pull the lever and make the spiked bridge traversable. The both of them crossed it in silence, descended another staircase, fought off more skeletons and took a look around, deciding which path to take next.

“I think I fell down to this path when I first was here.”, Tempest said, looking at a some loose bricks in the wall.

“You were lucky you weren't dying from the falls.”, Ornstein said.

“...I drank a lot of Estus.”, Tempest replied. “I wonder if there is more there? I found the ring in there.” Before Ornstein could say another word, Tempest had already taken the path behind the bricks and cursed loudly. Once Ornstein had followed him, he saw the arrow sticking out of Tempest's arm and the little Storm fighting with the skeleton that had shot the bow.

“Oh no, not again.”, Tempest groaned as another arrow stuck out from his other arm, fired from a skeleton archer from the opposite side.

“...I take care of it.”, Ornstein said and hopped down only to be greeted by two more skeletons who dried to gang up on him. While it didn't take the dragon slayer long to get rid of them, he also could count himself to the victims of the skeleton archer as an arrow had made it through the joints of his armour and stuck into his hip.

“This is nothing...”, he murmured to himself as he pulled the arrow out, feeling blood seeping out. He had gotten hurt a lot more than this. In the meantime, Tempest had finished his battle and came down to Ornstein's position, taking a sip of his Estus, glaring at the skeleton archer.

“This has become personal!”, he growled and and rushed to the ladder, yelping once more as another arrow hit him. Once he had reached the skeleton archer, Tempest kicked it down from the ledge and came falling after it, “impaling” it with his sword.

“Finally some peace and quiet.”, he said, turning around to see some stairs leading into a rather dark hallway. He proceeded into it and came running out of it right away, followed by a skeleton of Ornstein's size.

“I remember know! That thing was what killed me after I managed to pick up the ring!”, he said, practically hiding behind Ornstein. A sigh escaped the dragon slayer's lips.

“It's just a skeleton.”, he said. “A big one, yes, like the ones I told you earlier. In the Tombs of the Gods there will be a lot more of them. You can beat them just like the others. Find their weak point.” And with that, he thrust his spear into the pelvis area of the skeleton, which made it collapse into every single bone which cluttered on the ground. After this, Ornstein proceeded into the hallway and stopped at a coffin at the end.

“Ah, that is where I picked up the ring. I think.”, Tempest said. “I wonder how it did get there?”

“Whoever has been buried there must have been a dark moon blade.”, Ornstein replied. “Every dark moon blade gets this ring. That is why the illusion mistook you for one and granted you access to the tomb.”

“Makes sense.”, Tempest said, not mentioning that he was rather glad that he had made the decision to search out Gwyndolin. After all, he never would have learned then that Ornstein was alive and he never would have send on this journey with him. Not to talk about that he was pretty sure he would be going hollow soon otherwise.

“There isn't anything else here, let's go back.”, Ornstein said, but Tempest stopped him. “There were another few loose bricks, let's look into there first.”

“Well, alright...”, Ornstein said, following the small Undead. The path behind the wall was rather uneventful, it just was a straight line following upwards, only one spike trap was in their way, until they landed in a room with a single skeleton and a single necromancer. Tempest took down the skeleton and Ornstein the necromancer. After they were gone, Tempest kneeled down to pick up the skull lantern of the necromancer.

“This looks like it could come in handy.”, he said. “When it really is as dark as you said down there.”

“It could be useful to carry a source of light around, yes.”, Ornstein said. After all, he wouldn't be able to constantly conjure lightning to brighten up the place. And lightning wasn't generally very useful to provide light.

“There is a ladder here, let's go up.”, Ornstein suggested and ascended it, the little Storm following closely behind him. On top, there was a single corpse with a scroll on it. Tempest picked it up and went to show it Ornstein. “I can't say I've ever seen this before.”, Ornstein said upon taking a glance. It seemed to be a prayer that slowed everything down around the caster. It certainly wasn't one of Princess Gwynevere's miracles.

“Maybe I show it to a cleric later.”, Tempest mused as he stuffed the scroll into his belongings, looking at the notches. “They probably won't hold again when I step on them.”, he said, not taking a single step.

“What are you waiting for then?”, Ornstein said and gave Tempest a tiny nudge, enough that he stumbled forward and fell through the ground. At least this time it didn't hurt, but he got attacked by skeletons immediately. Ornstein had hopped lazily after him and helped dispatching the skeleton. Afterwards, Tempest recognized the room.

“We are right back at the beginning!”, he said, hands thrown up. “...I guess we have to make our way back...”

“You wanted to know what is behind the brick wall, little Storm.”, Ornstein said as he followed Tempest back to the place where the brick wall had been.

As they stepped out of the door next to the broken brick wall, Tempest peaked around the corner and groaned when he saw several wisps and three skeletons which came for their position, which turned into a chuckle when one of them managed to just fall off the ground instead.

“Hah, idiots!”, he said and rushed forward to fight the two remaining skeletons, only to come run back when the wisps noticed his presence and started to explode.

“Who is the idiot now?”, Ornstein grinned.

“At least it took down the other skeletons.”, Tempest half snapped as he peaked around the corner.

“Then we can move on.”, Ornstein said. They soon stood in front of a door that led into a rather dark room.

“Be careful in there, little Storm, we don't know what could be in there.”, Ornstein said.

“More skeletons?”, Tempest sarcastically said, squinting his eyes at the darkness. It was so dark, he barely could see a thing. He slowly crept along the wall, hearing Ornstein's breathing near him, indicating that the dragon slayer was near him. “Hm... there seems to be something shiny back there.”, Tempest pointed to the far end of the wall, where Ornstein indeed could make out some kind of shimmering.

Before he could say anything, Tempest had once again rushed forward. The next thing Ornstein heard was the slam of a big weapon hitting the ground and squishing a tiny Undead and the distinct sound of said Undead being transported back to the bonfire.

“I told this idiot to be careful.”, Ornstein said, one hand on the snout on his leonine helmet. He did a few steps into the direction of the sounds and quickly found out, that the creature killing the little Storm turned out to be a titanite demon. He really wasn't keen on fighting one of these, even the one who lived in Anor Londo had been left in peace from both him and Smough. Instead, Ornstein turned around and went back to the bonfire. It would give him a good opportunity to tend to this arrow wound he had received earlier.

Tempest reappeared just as Ornstein had finished applying a bandage to his leg and pulled it tight. Tempest stood up from the bonfire, looked at Ornstein, was quiet for a little while and then just said: “Sorry.”

“I told you to be careful, little idiot.”, Ornstein said, getting both his pants and his pantaloons back one. He wasn't even aware that Tempest was staring at him, but that probably had to do with the fact the Undead hadn't recovered his humanity yet.

“What are you waiting for? Recover your humanity and let's go.”, Ornstein said.

“...I will stay like this.”, Tempest said. He didn't had that much humanity to spare anymore, but he didn't want Ornstein to know about it.

“Well, alright.”, Ornstein said. “Let's go then.”

Tempest sighed. “All the way back down there now...”

“Maybe there is another way... a short cut so to speak.”, Ornstein said and instead of them crossing the bridge he led them back into the hallway which ended on the stairway into nothing.

“What, there is nothing here...”, Tempest said, but Ornstein pointed down. “Oooh.”, Tempest understood and quickly rolled off the ledge. Ornstein followed him with a well timing jump, wincing a little when the landing jostled his injured leg.

Tempest picked up a weapon that laid down on the ledge. “Hm, it's a scythe. Don't you normally mow grass with this?”

“It can also be used as weapon. I once knew a girl who used a scythe as weapon.”, Ornstein replied.

“I don't have the feeling it would be for me.”, Tempest said, but still pocketed the scythe, as he pocketed anything he ever found. “And now?”, Tempest said, but the only way they could go was falling down another ledge and then left, where the familiar notches in the ground were.

“Oh, falling again.”, Tempest said, stepping on the nudge, but this time the fall only slightly hurt. They were right back at the door. “How convenient.”, Tempest said, as Ornstein landed right next to him. “So let's take care of this demon now!”

“Do we have to...?”, Ornstein complained, but still followed Tempest.

“Don't tell me you are afraid of them, you slew dragons!”, Tempest said, eye holes wide, looking at Ornstein. Ornstein didn't even knew that Undead in their hollowed out form were still able to emote like that.

“No, that's not it, just...”, Ornstein searched for words. “Their skin is really hard and they are a drag to fight.”

“I promise I won't die this time.”, Tempest grinned at Ornstein.

“Good, because you are already thin enough.”, Ornstein said, staring at the twig like limbs mostly hidden by Tempest's leather armour.

“Let's go.”, Tempest said and slowly made his way into the door, this time being a lot more careful. They approached the demon and Tempest managed to dodge out of the way of the first strike but overlooked the second one and got a nasty hit. He still bled. But that was to be expected, after all, all the hollows they fought would bleed too.

Ornstein used the opportunity to distract the demon with a thrust of his spear, which prompted the thing to turn around and raise its large weapon. In the meantime, Tempest struggled to get up and take a sip of Estus, that hit had done quite some damage. Ornstein could see how he raised his swords and slashed at the demon, which felt more like a scratch. Damn, he hated how hard the skin of these things was.

It took him and Tempest quite a few hits, but slowly they chipped away on the demon while avoiding its attacks until Ornstein was able to hit a vital point with his spear, which made the demon collapse. “Hmph, glad that this is over.”, Ornstein sad as he kneeled down to cut out some demon titanite. He wouldn't miss this opportunity, demon titanite was rare enough.

In the meantime, Tempest had wandered to the glimmering item and picked it up. It looked like petrified eyes. “Huh, I think the basiliks had this stuff too...”, he murmured to himself and looked around to see that Ornstein was working on the demon and seemed to be rather engrossed in it.

Tempest wandered around, wondering if he should help Ornstein when he saw that one of the coffins was a tad open. Oh, that was perfect. He would hide in there and then give Ornstein a scare when he was done with his work. It was even better because he was in his hollowed out form now and looked like a corpse. Tempest laid down hardly able to contain his snickering.

After around thirty seconds of being in the coffin, closely listening to the sounds of Ornstein, Tempest suddenly felt that the coffin was pulled and he gasped. Oh no, what had he done? Which horrors would await him once the coffin stopped moving?

After he didn't feel any shaking anymore, Tempest slowly rose out of the coffin. To his surprise, he had been brought in a spacious room with nothing inside. Nothing but a large coffin. Tempest slowly got closer to it, wondering if Ornstein already missed him. Tempest stopped in front of the coffin, looking up, swallowing hard as he saw the mass of skeletons tangling inside it, a large sword jabbed in between their form.

For some strange reason, he had the feeling he should show his respect so he kneeled down, closing his eye holes. When he opened them again, he had a sword and a miracle scroll in his position and he heard a voice whisper “Offer me Eye of Death”.

Tempest shrugged, unsure about what just happened and went back to the coffin. Soon enough he felt the pull on it and was transported back to his original location.

Ornstein had finally managed to get the demon titanite off and turned around to look for Tempest, who had been awfully quiet all this time. He found him standing in a coffin, gravelord sword in one hand and Ornstein could only assume that the scroll was the gravelord sword dance miracle.

“You entered the gravelord covenant?!”, Ornstein shouted.

“Oh, that is what this was about?”, Tempest said. “I just wanted to surprise you, that was all.”

“How did you manage to accidentally enter the gravelord covenant by just trying to prank me?!”, Ornstein yelled. He could hardly believe the little Storm.

“Wait, Gravelord?”, Tempest said, finally coming out from the coffin. “Isn't that the guy we are send to kill...?”

“Yes, exactly.”, Ornstein said, both hands on his helmet. “Let's... let's just go. And don't think about trying to do the grave lord stuff.”

“I don't even know how.”

“Good.”

Because after the demon had been a dead end, the both of them walked further into the room, until Tempest spotted a hole in the brick wall and nudged at Ornstein to get him into the right direction. In the room, there wasn't anything to see at first. Tempest walked around the small ledge, picked up a soul and then went back to Ornstein, who waited at the ladder. Tempest swiftly slid down the ladder only to be stopped by something hard. As he looked underneath him with confusion, he saw a rather mad skeleton using its scimitar to slice at his feet.

“Oh, you jerk!”, Tempest said and kicked the skeleton, quickly climbing back up, fighting the skeleton. Ornstein saw a second one coming and took it down quickly.

“Now we can go down, right?”, Tempest said and used the ladder. Ornstein normally would have jumped, but with his still hurting leg he preferred the ladder too. As soon as they both were on the ground, Tempest did one step and crashed through the ground.

“Black Knight!”, the little Undead yelled and Ornstein didn't waste any time and jumped behind him. The black knights, once one of the greatest forces in Lord Gwyn's army, had been reduced to mindless suits of armour in the long years of Lordran's downfall. This one wielded an axe and Ornstein knew that one hit with it would rather hurt. He needed to be careful.

He was in luck though, Tempest had gone rather good at parrying silver knights during their training time in Anor Londo and he was quick to react to get his shield ready and parry the blow of the black knight, which gave Ornstein enough time to end its poor existence with a thrust through its chest.

“I am... I am really glad I learned this...”, Tempest said, staring at his shield. “Hey, we should search out the others and fight them too.”

“...You haven't fought them...?”

“Would you have in my place?”

“...I guess not.”

The only way out of the room was through another hole in the wall. This time Ornstein stopped Tempest before he could drop down. “Wait.”, he said. After a few seconds the sound of something spiky rapidly hitting the ground was heard and Tempest mouth fell in shock.

“Skeletons on wheels?! Who thought this was a good idea?!”, he yelled.

“Not me.”, Ornstein said. “Now wait until they stop moving and then....” He plunged down on them, taking down a whole four of them with one single attack.

“Awesome!”, Tempest came rolling down, taking his sword in both hands and looking around, taking a step forward, frantically running away as a wisp next to him exploded and then running back to Ornstein screaming as another wheel skeleton was on his toes.

“Idiot! Don't bring them to me!”, Ornstein hissed, swinging his spear just in time to block the ongoing rampage but having to dodge to the side to avoid being shredded.

“Sorry, I didn't knew there were more!”, Tempest screamed.

“Don't just run around there headless, help me get rid of them!”, Ornstein shouted as two other wheel skeletons spotted their position.

Three minutes later they were both heavily panting and sitting on a mountain of bones and wheels.

“...That was scary...”, Tempest said.

“Yes, but we survived.”, Ornstein said, getting up. “Let's take a look around.” He thoroughly hoped that no skeletons were left anymore.

After sifting through the rather flooded bottom of the cave, they found another hole in a bricked wall. Tempest just nodded to Ornstein and went in, running back out of it screaming and on flames. As he took a sip from his Estus, Ornstein peaked into the hole only to be greeted by two skeleton archers. He barely managed to avoid their arrows.

“So two archers and a necromancer...”, he murmured. “Little Storm, I take the necromancer, you take the archers! Use your shield to block the arrows!”

Tempest nodded and they went into the hallway, Ornstein instantly taking care of the necromancer before they even could raise their lantern and Tempest managed to take the skeletons down without getting hit by a single arrow.

“And now?”, Tempest said, wandering the hallways, standing in front of a ladder. “Oh, there is a way up. Shall we take a look?”

Ornstein nodded and ascended the ladder shortly after Tempest.

“Aw, we are back where I fell down to the black knight...”, Tempest said. “I guess, now the only way further has to be down there, where the wheel skeletons were.”

“Seems like it.”, Ornstein mentioned as he followed Tempest who dropped back to the bottom of the cave.

Back in the cave, Tempest spotted another brick wall that looked like it would lead to somewhere, but this time it was pretty solid. He pressed his ear onto it and swore he could hear the sounds of hammering. “Hey, Ornstein, can you come here for a second?”, he called.

As the lion knight came over, he asked: “What is it?”

“...Can you break this wall?”, Tempest asked. “I think there is someone behind there.”

“Certainly.”, Ornstein said, though he wondered who should be down here, especially behind a solid wall. He charged up his spear and thrust it into the wall, which made it collapse, the bricks falling on the ground with a few thuds.

Once they entered the room, a rather large skeleton turned around and growled: “Be gone with you... You are spoiling my focus.” before resuming work on a smithy.

“Oh, an undead blacksmith...”, Ornstein murmured. There didn't seem to be anything else in the room but Tempest's features seemed to glow and he ran into the direction of the skeleton blacksmith, trying to spark up a conversation.

Sighing, Ornstein sat down, waiting for the Little Storm. In his opinion, the blacksmith had made clear that he didn't want to be bothered. And Tempest returned soon after. “You could have saved this time, really.”, Ornstein said.

“Hmmm.. but at least he repaired my sword.”, Tempest said, showing it to Ornstein.

“...By the way, was he mad about the wall?”, Ornstein asked.

“Nah.”, Tempest shook his head. “He wanted to rip a hole in it anyway. He just didn't want us to make any noises.”

“...We better leave then.”, Ornstein stood up and they stepped back into the damp cavern where the mountain of bones and wheels still could be seen.

There was only one path they hadn't taken and once they passed a rather high ledge, well, for Tempest it was high, the small Undead stopped. “I think there is something up there....”, he said.

Ornstein sighed. “No, we are not going through this whole mess again only to find out where we can safely drop. I am just going to lift you.” And with that, Ornstein picked Tempest up without any trouble, which made him squeak in surprise, but he climbed up the ledge once Ornstein had lifted him high enough. Tempest took a look and his face fell.

“Oh.”, he just said and hopped down the ledge.

“What was it?”, Ornstein asked.

“A cleric.”, Tempest only answered. Ornstein didn't ask any more questions. There had been countless Undead trying to conquer Lordran, this one probably had long gone hollow and wasn't moving anymore.

“Let's see what is behind that path.”, Tempest said, pointing to it. Soon, the duo stood in front of a fog wall.

“Ready?”, Ornstein asked.

“Ready.”, Tempest nodded, clutching his sword.

They both entered the fog gate. Ornstein never liked the cold perception having to cross them and shuddered a bit. After they had crossed it, both of them readied their weapons, only to let them sink when they weren't under attack right away.

Tempest noticed a small gap ahead of them and headed for it, Ornstein closely followed. Tempest pointed down the gab and then promptly dropped off. Ornstein had a few more difficulties following him through it, but managed, wincing when his leg got jostled by the impact. He hoped they were done with falling through holes now.

The sight that unfolded before them was a weird one. A creature with six arms had their back to them, working on a skeleton, the whole room was littered with books and bones. As the creature noticed them, it turned around and it could be seen that it wore three masks, which seemed to converse with each other. Shortly after they seemed to have found an agreement, the creature started an attack.

“Here it comes!”, Ornstein shouted, readying his spear.

Literally one minute later Tempest and Ornstein stared down at the corpse of the strange creature. “Well, um..., that was easy for a change.”, Tempest muttered, rummaging around in the strange robes. “What even was this...?”

“I have no clue.”, Ornstein said.

Tempest picked up a scroll and read it, realization on his face: “Oh, that is what the clerics have searched. The Rite of Kindling.”

“Hm, that thing where you can make a bonfire shine brighter?”, Ornstein asked, getting a nod of Tempest who pocketed the scroll.

“I should try it the next time we come to one.”, he said. Just as he wanted to leave the corpse alone, one of the masks loosened and fell to the ground. Tempest picked it up, staring at it and at the remaining masks.

“They kinda remind me of a family.”, he said. “A father, a mother and a child.”

“So you just picked up the mask of the father.”, Ornstein said. “..Come on, little Storm, we wasted enough time in this place. Let's move on.”

“...Shouldn't we give our foe a name?”, Tempest asked.

“Who cares? They are dead.”, Ornstein huffed.

“Hm, how about Pinwheel? Because you know, they used fire on a wheel.”

“I can hardly believe you, little Storm.”, Ornstein said but he was smiling. Next chapter: https://mrslittletall.tumblr.com/post/188767635884/title-a-storm-is-coming-chapter-17-fandom-dark

#dark souls #fanfiction #chosen undead #dragon slayer ornstein #orndead #littlewritesstuff #down into the catacombs!#sorry for the wait #this took me ages

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Adrien Augreste: Music

Hey there, sorry for being a bit late with this one, I’ve been trying to make it a bit long. I hope you enjoy it.

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At first, Adrien thought he was dreaming. He was heading to Marinette's after his little talk with Kagami and saw a big crocodile walking into the park, as if it was the most normal thing in the world for it. Intrigued, Adrien hurried to ran behind the crocodile and chased the crocodile until he finally managed to catch up with its pace. Then, he noticed that the crocodile was wearing a collar with a tag and a leash and realized whose crocodile was.

In a genuine moment of genius, Adrien jumped on the crocodile and grabbed the leash. Obviously, the crocodile didn't keep still during tuat and tried to bite Adrien a few times. When he finally managed to grab the leash and position himself where the crocodile bite him, he called the mayor and asked him for Jagged Stone's number. Then, he called Jagged Stone and told him that he had found (and somehow stopped) his pet. In less than thirty minutes, Jagged and his assistant Penny were there to pick up the reptile.

"Thank god, we thought we had lost Fang forever!" screamed Jagged as he hugged Fang.

"Thank you for finding Fang and contacting us" said Penny diligently with a smile. "By the way, how did you get his phone number? It would be bad if it was freely roaming around there".

"Oh, I explained the situation to mayor Burgeoise and he understood and gave me the number. Don't worry, I haven't even save it" said Adrien politely.

"Great, thanks for understanding it. I'm sorry to be like that after you found Fang but-" said Penny.

"Don't worry, you're just doing your job. I'm familiar with that" said Adrien.

"Hey, now that I think about it, aren't you that model.... Uh.... Ah, Adrien Agreste right?!" said Jagged standing up.

"Yes, I am. I'm also a fan of your music, it simply rocks!" said Adrien excited.

"That's good to know. Aren't you quite famous in the fashion world? At least I think so from all those posters Marinette has" said Jagged, causing Adrien to jump at the name of Mari.

"Mr. Stone! That's private for Marinette!" scolded him Penny.

"I'm sorry, it simply slipped out of my tongue, but he does know her, he reacted to her name" said Jagged, winking to Adrien.

"She's my friend" said Adrien blushing.

"I think there's more to it than that" said Jagged smiling. "But here is not the right place to explain. Come with me and explain me all of it!"

"Is it right for me to do so?" asked Adrien to Penny.

She shrugged her shoulders. "He has invited you and you probably won't be a danger for him, so sure thing".

Adrien cursed internally his luck and followed his favourite rockstar to his hotel room, where he had to explain to his idol, that he loved Jagged's favourite designer, that she was avoinding him for a reason and even that he was planning to confess to her whenever he could corner her. Once he finished talking and he was red from embarrassement, Jagged simply grabbed his guitar and touched a few accords as he jumped on his knees.

"That is rock baby!" screamed Jagged. "How awesome!"

"I'm sorry for everything" said Penny lowering her head.

"Don't worry, it was fun to spend time with my favourite rockstar" said Adrien sheepishly.

"Say kid, do you need a hand with Mari?" asked Jagged with a genuine smile on his face.

"I have to admit that yes, I don't know how I'll confess to her while she avoids me" confessed the boy.

"Say Penny, do we still have those VIP tickets for tomorrow's concert in the Seine?" asked Jagged.

"Yes, you were planning to give them to Marinette and Marin" said Penny.

"Well, as much as I love Marin, he'll have to conform with a regular one. I'm giving Adrien the VIP tickets! Now you only have to invite Marinette without her knowing that you come and voilá! You'll have the perfect chance to confess!" said Jagged excited.

"Thanks a lot! I'll make sure to confess!" said Adrien jumping of sheer happiness.

"Don't mention it kid, you helped us with Fang, it's the least I could do. Besides, Mari is a great girl and deserves the best. Just try not to make her sad, or Fang will taste your underwear" said Jagged.

"I'd never even think about it" assured Adrien.

"Great, I knew you're a good kid" said Jagged patting Adrien on his back.

"Thanks?" said Adrien nervously.

"What are you doing still here? Go and give that ticket to Marinette!" hurried Jagged, pushing Adrien out of the room.

"I'll make sure to do so!" said Adrien smiling as he left with a plan forming on his head.

Adrien ran to the nearest alley and, after making sure noone would see him, he transformed into Chat Noir to get to his house as fast as he could. He jumped and leaped from roof too roof, running on his four paws like a real cat to be even faster than what he already was. Unsurprisingly, he got to his house in a record time due to his motivation. He snuck on the house by the rooftop connection to his sister's bedroom and hurried to his room to find somwhere to write a note for Mari. He found a piece of paper and one of those stylo pens his father used to gave him for his birthday and quickly began to write the note, signing it when he finished and added a little paw print with his baton (he had discovered that amazing function for signing recently and thought it was incredibly useful as Chat).

Once he was finally done, he opened his window and leaped out of the room, making sure that noone would notice him doing so. He climbed the nearest building and headed towards Marinette's house, hoping that he could get there quickly because it was beginning to get dark and he still had to dinner with his father that night. Ugh, thinking about having dinner with his father didn't sound as good as usual when it meaned he'd miss some time he could spend with Marinette, not to mention the fact that he was going to tell father about his feelings and soon confession to Mari. He shook his head and kept leaping to the famous Dupain-Cheng bakery , hoping that Mari would be at home, but not on her balcony. He was relieved to see that she wasn't on the balony when he arrived, but felt thrilled when he saw that she was on her bedroom talking to someone. Could it be that she was talking with her kwami? Could they be talking about him? The boy mentally scolded himself, that wasn't important at the moment.

He looked around in the balcony, looking for something he could use as a paperweight for the ticket and the note. A small black and green chinese kettle picked his attention and the hero decided to use that kettle as the paperweight after making sure there wasn't even a single drop of liquid outside it, otherwise the note and the ticket would get ruined. Once he was sure the kettle was dry completely, he snuck the note and the ticket partially under the kettle, so it'd be noticeable and the wind wouldn't take it away. The problem was, he needed to let Mari know that she had to look to the kettle, which probably wasn't such a weird object to be in there. He searched once again around him while thinking of something to arrange that would make the kettle easily noticeable. After a while, he saw a small blanket and a chair and he came up with an idea. He put the chair in front of the kettle and facing the oposite direction. Then, he picked the blanket and folded into an arrow shape, which later he put on the chair and moved the chair until the arrow was pointing the kettle. Yeah, that would be pretty hard to miss, or at least he hoped so.

Feeling nervous, he looked throught the window once again and made sure that his princess was still there. He saw her making a strange expression as she sewed what seemed to be a black jumper, then her expression turned into that cute ace she had when she was concentrated on something and Chat's heart warmed at the sight of it. How could she be that cute? It was unfair before he knew she was his love, but now it wa simply outrageous. Realizing he was lost in Mari's expressions, he softly hit his cheeks to focus and prepared to go throught the plan. He knocked on the trapdoor and quickly went to the window to see if princess was willing to answer his call. She was blushing like crazy and definetly talking with her kwami with a desperate look on her face, but she was too nervious to properly react, so Chat went and knocked again. This time, Mari snapped out of her panic and confusion and decided to go to her balcony, which cued Chat to run away in that instant before she saw him and the situation could get emarrasing for both.

When Adrien got to his room, where he was almost completely isolated, he could still feel his heart beating on his throat of the sheer awkwardness and nervousness he experienced coming back. He let out a sigh, detransformed and simply fell on his bed, ignoring Plagg's usaual and insufferable demands for his so loved Camembert. A lot of thoughs where rushing at an incredible speed inside his mind and most of them included moments he had had with Mari or Ladybug that now held a whole different meaning, specially since he knew Mari's feelings about him being more than a mere friendship like he had been proclaiming. Now that he thought about it, he realized horrified how many times he had friendzoned the love of his life without even being concious about it. He just wanted to hid under his covers and let everything else in the world go on without him, but Natalie came and knocked on his door to inform him that the dinner was ready.

Gulping, he swallowed all of his mixed feeligs and headed to the dinning room, mentally preparing for the possible mental battle against his father regarding his love life. That was, of course, if his father would please them with his presence during dinner, which usually wasn't the case. But today wasn't a usual day and their father surprised the model twins attending the dinner. Adrien could feel a literal storm of emotions bursting inside of him, some where positive emotions like the happiness he felt knowing that father would eat with them, but some of the emotions were rather negative such as the fear of his fahter rejcting Marintette. Nevertheless, he had to ignore all of his innsecurities and face hiis father head on since the beginning of the meal if he wanted to catch his full attention.

"Father" said Adrien as the first dishes were served. "I have something I need to tell you".

Gabriel sighed. "What is so important you have to tell me during one of the few times we can get together in the table?" said the man taking a sip of wine.

"There is a girl I like and I'm going to confess tomorrow night. That's it, I simply wanted to let you know before confessing my feelings so it won't take you by surprise like happened with Adrienne" said Adrien filled with determination, clearly not accepting a denial, which made Gabrie lose his composure and spat out the wine. Meanwhile, Adrienne's jaw was underground

"Pardon? You like a girl and you're confessing tomorrow? Did I understand it correctly?" said gabriel trying to recover his composure.

"You did father, I heard exactly the same" affirmed Adrienne perplexed.

"Indeed, you both heard me right. I'm confessing tomorrow nd I don't think I'll make it home for dinner" said Adrien, lowkey defying his father to refuse to let him go.

"I see... You seem to be determined to do it no matter what I say, so who's this girl you are so fond of? Do I have the pleasure of knowing her?" asked Gabriel expresionless but clearly having a mental debate with himself.

""You certainly do know her and as far as I know, you are quite fond of her too. At least of her work. She is my classmate Marinette Dupain-Cheng" said Adrie hiding his nervousness as Adrienne's eyes opened like plates.

"I see... It's true I am quite fond of her work and her talent as a designer. With the right guidance, she could become the head of my empire after I retire, and so does her brother of course. I will admit you two have quite an eye for talent" said Gabriel. "Seeing that you have chosen such an admirable and talented girl, I can only approve your decision Adrien. I'm proud of you two. Now, let's eat before the steaks get cold".

"Thank you father" said Adrien happily. "It means a lot".

"One last thing son. Inform Nathalie about your plans to modify tomorrow's schedules. Perhaps she can give you an advice or two about conquering a woman's heart as well" said diligently Gabriel.

"Yes father" said Adrien smiling.

They didn't pronounce a single word afterwards, but there was a pleasant atmosphere on the table for the rest of the meal as both twins felt proud ad rejoiced the fact that they had been complimented by their usually so strict and stoic father. After dinner, Natalie accompanied Adrien to his room and there she took detailed notes about the plans of the boy and the timetable he'd be using during his confession, including extra time to turn it into a date if the ocassion appeared. Then, she made Adrien take a sit and made the boy recall his etiquete lessons he had time ago to properly explain what kind of ethiquete he could possibly need when confessing, flirting or going out with a girl, as well as tell him some company policies about dating nad the precautions he'll need to take to avoid paparazzi pestering them about their relationship. Finally, she gave him a small card with the phone of gabriel's advocates buffet in case he'd need them because of the paparazzi or something similar before she left.

Adrien felt another rush of emotions, much more positive this time, and he sat on his bed, metnally preparing puns, jokes, pick up lines and some lines he could say to Mari in case his mind went blank during the confession. Plagg groaned and rolled his eyes at some of those and simply told Adrien to buy her Camembert, which obviously Adrien didn't saw as an acceptable option. He went on rambing about tomorrow confession so much that he didn't notice Adrienne slyly aproaching him, nor he noticed when she jumped to hug him and was took by surprise. She had come to tease her brother for ot telling her before that he was going to confess next day, but also to cheer him and give him some emotional suport to calm the poor boy down. Then, she asked what were his plans and whe he told her, her face went throught at least thirty facial expressions before setting into a clear surprise expression.

"How comes you two are going to have VIP seats on a Jagged Stone concert? Thatt's so cool!" said Adrienne feeling a bit of jealousy.

"Well, this afternoon I found Jagged's crocodile, Fang, roaming freely and helped to stop him and return him to Jagged, then we talked a bit and he pretty much made me tell him about my feelings for Mari, which ended up with him giving me the VIP tickets and cheering me" said the boy sheepishly.

"I'm seriously getting jealous of you brother. Why do you have to get such an amazing date?" protested Adrienne.

"Perhaps Marin acquires two normal tickets for you and you two also-" began Adrien, but was interrumped by his phone ringing.

"Sounds like someone is calling you" pointed Adrienne the obvious.

"It's Marinette! What do I do?!" said Adrien panicking.

"Just pick the phone idiot!" said Adrienne nervous.

"Uhm... Hi?" said Adrien in a genius moment as he answered the call.

"A-Adrien?" asked Mari from the other side of the phone.

"Yes Marinette?" asked Adrien growing more nervous with each second passed.

"D-Did you gave me a VIP ticket for tomorrow's Jagged Stone concert?" asked Mari.

"Yes, it was me. I also put a note explaining it" said Adrien sweating bullets.

"I- I read the note... But I ca-can't accept this Adrien! It's t-t-too much!" said Mari.

"It's not!" exclaimed Adrien. "I realized how rude and unfair I have been and that was my apology. It's also because I want to make amends with you".

"It's too much Adrien!" snapped Marinette. "There is no way I can just accept this, it must have cost you lots! And what am I going to do alone at that concert?"

"HI? This is Adrienne. Mari, you big adorable doofus, just accept it. I will also be going with Marin, just not in the VIP. Stop making excuses and accept or I'll transform and I'll go to bite your butt" said Adrienne almost as nervous as Adrien.

"Adrienne? I- Uh- I... Fine. I'll go..." said Marinette resigning.

"Great, I'll be there tomorrow before the concert to do some girl stuff. Bye" said Adrienne and ended the call. "Congrats bro, I've just saved your butt".

"Thanks Adrienne. I'll make sure to get you a ticket in case Jagged doesn't gives two normal tickets to Marin" promised Adrien.

"Great. Now go to sleep, I'll send Marin tomorrow to help you plan. Just Marin, I swear" said Adrienne.

"Okay..." resigned the boy.

Adrienne left him alone with his thoughts and his kwami and went to sleep. Adrien instead went to his computer and purchased online two normal tickets for the concert, so he'd give one to Adrienne in case Marin only had one ticket and the other one would be for Nino, so in case Marin did also have two tickets, Nino could invite Alya to got too and perhaps finally confess (those two have had been acting so lovely around the other but they still weren't dating). After watching a few episodes of anime, Adrien finally went to sleep for the big day.

The next day, he woke up at nine, as per usual, and went to have breakfast. Nathalie informed him that both twins had their day clear to do their preparations and wished him god luck before she left him. Then Adrienne came to the dinning room saying that Marin had invited her to go on a date to Jagged's concert and also informing that she'd spend the whole day convincing and preparing Marinette without lettung her know about the confession. Adrien thanked her and called his best friend Nino to tell him to come over for a surprise, which the boy accepted a bit curious about it. Around half an hour later, Marin was ringing the doorbell, sent by Adrienne and clearly not fully amused by it. However, his mood did a total 180 degrees change when he heard Adrien's plan to confess Mari, letting him know why his girlfriend had been so pushy to come over. Minutes later Nino was at the door ringing the bell. They let him in and Adrien gave him the two tickets so he could invite Alya. When he tried to refuse it, Marin and Adrien teamed up to tell the DJ to accept it and finally confess to Alya, eventually convincing him. Obviously, Nino aalso learned about Adrien's plan and decided to have a boys day to prepare themselves for the night (after calling Alya and getting her to accept going, of course).

"Okay dudes so, since we're here, we should begin planning for Adrien and then moving to another" proposed Nino.

"No way man, Marin isn't allowed to go home explicitely" said Adrien. "Why don't we look for something on the shops?"

"No sunshine, Nino's right, we should first see what do you have and if there's nothing' we'll go sgopping" sadi Marin.

"Fine, let's go to the closet then" said Adrien and pushed a botton that opened a shelf on his bedroom, revealing a massive ward robe with tons of outfits.

"Dude, I'm beginning to think you have a batcave somewhere in this house too" said Marin, remembering the secret aquarium under the skate ramp.

"This is huge bro, why would you even want to go to buy clothes?" said Nino impressed. "There must be thousands of outfits in here".

"Most of it it's just nerd stuff or pun T-shirts I can't wear or it would ruin the Agreste reputation" said Adrien.

"Still, this is enourmous, I'm sure I can find something perfect for you in here. Just bring me all the semiformal stuff you have. No punny T-shirts, formal attires or nerdy clothes" said Marin.

After a full clothing hunt, a strategic reunion to plan perfectly Adrien's confession and giving Nino a few tips in case he feels confident enough to confess to Alya, everything blew up. First, Nino went nuts and called Alya to meet him, then confessed and told her that tonight's concert was intended as a date. Fortunately for everyone, Alya accepted (and even kissed Nino) to be his girlfriend. But then Alen came a bit annoyed by the fact that he was being left out, demanding to participate in the boy's day too. But the worst part definetly was when Nina showed up, also feeling left out and tried to get his brother out of everything planned, but backed off when she learned it was a date for him. Then, Nina basically went into full CSI mode and almost discovered Adrien's love for Marinette and his plan to confess. They somehow managed to get her out of the way and send her with the girls, but the boys were exhausted and totally not prepared for the important event they had in about an hour. They rushed to shower, get dressed and get fancy and only prepared to leave when Alen gave everybody an okay pass.

Marin and Nino went to the Dupain-Cheng household to pick up the girls and go to the concert. Meanwhile, Adrien was called by Jagged and told to go the backstage before the concert. Half curious and half nervous, Adrien went to the concert and Penny was already waiting for him outside to let him into the bbackstage and guide him to where Jagged Stone was practicing before the concert. Before entering the room,, Adrien looked once more his aspect. He had his hair a bit messier than usual, but nothing close to Chat's mess of hair. He was wearing some blue jeans with a red T-shirt and a black leather jacket. He also had changed his usual orange trainers by a pair of black and grey ones to match with the jacket. He had to admit that he liked that look Marin had recommended him, no wonder Adrienne was always counting with him whenever they weren't going on a date. Adrien sighed and entered the room.

"Hello? Mister Jagged? I'm Adrien" said Adrienn as he kncoked and opened the door.

"Finally! I was wondering when and how would you come. You look ready boy, but you just lack something for it to be perfect... Flowers! Penny, can I get a small bouquet of pink tulips?" said Jaggged without stoping.

"I already had it prepared" said Penny proudly. "They are behind your guitar".

"Perfect! You're always so efficient Penny, I wonder what could I possibly do without you" said Jagged, causing a small blush on Penny that only Adrien noticed.

"Tulips are Mari's favourite flowers and pink is her favorite color too, I'm sure she'll love them" said Adrien.

"You seem to know her well enough and you want to make her happy kid, so make sure of making her the luckiest girl tonight" said Jagged, without knowing that Mari was indeed Lady Luck.

"Marinette is a very special girl and we both would love to see her happy" explained Penny. "She has become sort of like a niece to us. So we'll help you a bit more tonight. We've managed to make the concert a bit longer just so there is space for one song more. Jagged insisted that the last song should be one of the old serenade he did when he began to play. Also, you're on a special VIP zone just for the two of you that has the best views, but noone will be able to see or interrump you two".

"I-I do't know how to thank you enough" said Adrien moved.

"Just do your best and take care of her kid, she's really special" said Jagged in the most serious tone Adrien had ever heard him talk.

"I will do. Also, if you ever need something I can do, just give me a call" said Adrien.

"I'll make sure to remember it" said Penny andshe got something from the walkie-talkie. "She's already here! And the concert is almost about to start! Adrien, go and good luck".

"Thanks again" said Adrien and left.

He ran through several corridors and asked some staff members for directions to get to where his Princess waited for him as fast as he could. He knew that Mari may react bad to him appearing ad trapping her on a corner, but he'd have to deal with it later. He had to follow the plan. He had to give her a half baked explanation about the tickets and then he'd have to convince her to stay. If he also could talk to her about everything before the concert started he'd celebrate it, but his main objective was to convince her to stay and he was more than determined to do so. He finally got to the VIP zone and headed to the special spot where only he and Mari could access. When he got there, the first thing he saw was Marinette with a short pink dress with her hair made into two buns and his heart skipped a beat. She had taken his breath away without even knowing it. But then, she turned and he could take a look of Marinette's pendant that had a cat paw on it, also being distracted by noticing the subtle yet effective make up she was wearing. When she turned around, he felt as if his legs were melting and his mind went on a total shut down, leaving him ther without remembering what to say.

"A-Adrien?" said Mari cautiously. "Is that you?"

"I-It is Ma-Mari" said Adrien blushing and stuttering.

"How did you get in here?" asked Mari nervous.

"Jagged g-gave me two VIP tickets a-a-after I helped him fo-found Fang" said Adire as he mentally cursed his sudden inability to speak normally.

"Oh" said Mari, not sure of what to say.

"I've got something for you" said Adrien and handed her the bouquet of tulips.

"Tulips! They are my favourite!" exclaimed Mari as she took the bouquet.

"I know, I also know you love pink" said Adrien nervously scratching his neck.

"Thank you Adrien. But why are you giving me these?· asked Mari.

"Look, Mari. Ever since we found out our secret identities, you've been avoiding me and it really hurted, but I knew it was my fault for pressuring you, so I wanted to properly apologise" said Adrien.

"But you already had invited me here, that was by far more then enough for an apology" pointed Mari.

"Marinette, you are somone who really deserves only the best, and I'm not the only one who thinks so. So just for today, let me spoil you a bit please" said Adrien, a bit calmer than before.

"O-Okay" said the girl blushing a bit, making Adrien's heart accelerate.

"Y-You look great Marinette, like a real princess" said Adrien without thinking, making Marinette blush.

"I- I- Thank you! Y-You look great too Chat!" said Mari utterly embarrassed.

"Umm, Marinette?" asked Adrien.

"Yes?!" said Mari super nervous.

"I-It's just to ma-make sure but, y-you've been-n avoiding m-me because I-I pushed you too mu-much, right?" asked the boy.

"What? No!" said Marinette and then felt bad for shouting. "I-I was too embarr-rrassed because you kn-knew about m-m-my crush on you".

"So, you don't hate me now?" asked adrien with hope.

"I don't think I could hate you ever again. You're so kind, and selfless, and you'r always helping me and you're Chat Noir and brave and loyal and you havee protected me of so many times and- And I'm mumbling again, aren't I?" said Mari embarrased.

"No, no, no, you weren't, you were speaking normally" said adrien nervous. "Actually, I'm sorry for stuttering so much today".

"But I'm always stuttering around you! It's not bad if it happens the oposite once" said Marinette.

"Yeah, but you look so cute when you stutter and mumble, or when you're focused on something and you made a really adorable face" said Adrien without realizing what he's saying.

"I- I- I-" mumbled Mari, incapable of forming a single word.

"And now, ladies and gentelmen, the great Jagged Stone!" announced a voice.

"They're starting!" said Adrien and went to the railing just to see Jagged Stone, directly looking at them and winking.

"Did he just winked at us?" asked Mari.

"Yes, he is really fond of you, you know" said Adrien without thinking.

"He is? How do you know that?" asked Marinette.

"I- Uh... I'll tell you after the concert!" said Adrien.

They saw the concert from their privileged seat with a mix of awe and excitement, ocasionally talking with the other. Then, Adrien thought of dancing with Mari, but it would be pretty impossible due to the little fact that Adrien only knew about classical dances and a bit of salsa, nothing modern or rockish. But he then thought of singing the songs Jagged was singing. He didn't have a bad voice and he could simply began to sing along and see if Mari joined or not. Surprisingly, Mari began to sing before Adrien and the boy simply followed her lead, as always. They kept singing for quite a lot of time, laughing with the other and sometimes stopping to catch their breath. But Adrien stopped, when he listened the song that was originally intended to be the last, and turned to Marinette with determination flowing throught his body.

"Marinette?" said the boy.

"Yes Adrien?" asked the girl, now much more relaxed around him.

"I haven't told you the whole truth about tonight..." said Adrien looking down.

"Uh?"

"The truth is that Jagged gave me the tickets for another reason. In fact, today everybody helped me for a reason. Marinette, even when I didn't know that my two favourite girls were the same, I couldn't help but to get easily flustered whenever you did something cute, which is quite often, and ended up crushing a bit on you... But now, knowing such an amazing, out-standing, inccredible person was ladybug, the girl I fell in love since I first met her, I simply couldn't get you out of my mind. Ever since I've known you you have been proving me what a skilled and perfect woman you are and-" mumbled Adrien

"Adrien, focus, you're saying a lot of things, but you're not pronuncing anything and I can't understand you really" said Marinette.

"Sorry" apologised the boy embarrased. "What I want to say it's that... Marinete Dupain-Cheng! I love you! Please go out with me!" exclaimed doing a little boew.

"I- I- I- Is this a dream? Becaues I don't really want to wake up if it is" said Mari.

"I can ensure you it isn't. I love you Mari" said Adrien serious.

"I-I-I-I- I also love you! "said Marinette blushing.

"Now, for the last song" said Jagged Stone. "I want to dedicat this old serenade I did back on my begginig, to a very precious girl and a guy that wants her heart!"

"W-What?" stuttered Mari.

"He knew I wanted to confess tonight and even planed some of te stuff. He and Penny see you as a niece, they told me they just wanted to make you happy" confessed Adrien.

"I- Adrien?" asked Marinette.

"Yes Princess??"

"I'm sorry for not answering before" said Marinete and kissed Adrien, whose lips melted when they got in contact with Mari's, slowly accelerating their hearts.

"I- Uh- That was-" tried to say a dumbfolded Adrien. "I love you"

"I love you too" said Mari.

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