#sometimes I wonder what is gunna set it off when I finally lose it

[perfectlyhappypumpkin]

More and more I’m beginning to question the existence of the kinda love I thought existed.

Maybe there’s a reason you only see it in the movies. Maybe it just really doesn’t exist.

So many people wanna appear happy online in front of all their peers, but I wonder how many of them are as happy as they pretend to be. I know my fair share of one’s who aren’t.

I wanna be for real happy. I don’t wanna be fake. But I don’t know if that’s even real.

#personal #I’m a little fucked up right now #and I’m just tired #mentally #I wanna give up in the worst way #sometimes I wonder what is gunna set it off when I finally lose it #mental health is a bitch #and I’m fighting it hard #but tonight it’s winning #and tumblrs where all the break downs go #because it’s not like I’ve got people to talk to #I like to have my breakdowns in private anyway #don’t need to worry anyone #but it’s gotta go somewhere so 🤷🏻‍♀️ #sorry I’m high. I’ll shut up 🤐

[kstewdeux]

@inukagfluffweek

August 11, 2021 - Touch

Lewd

For the life of him, Inuyasha could not figure out why people were staring at them more than usual or, more unnervingly, why Miroku kept giving him some very uncomfortable glances filled to the brim with amusement. Per the norm when the things made him uneasy, Inuyasha had taken to sticking a little closer to Kagome than he traditionally would have in a clearly hostile village. Not because he couldn’t protect himself, okay? He was perfectly capable of protecting himself and had for over a hundred years. And, to be clear, being around her didn’t make him feel safe. Definitely didn’t need to feel safe when he could defeat these assholes with one hand behind his back. He absolutely did not need Kagome to protect him and she wouldn’t be able to do much on that front in any case. It was just that he felt a little more secure near her. Secure was not the same thing as safe. Not at all. He didn’t need her to feel safe. Just…a little more confident when he was admittedly a little anxious people were staring. At first, it actually wasn’t that bad but the stares just kept getting worse and so…

But he was not staying close because he was scared. He wasn’t scared of anything. Except, well, losing her so…so that was probably why he felt the need to stay close. So he could protect her if shit hit the fan. Knowing that she was safe made his chest less tight and his stomach stop churning. Sure as hell wasn’t because…

Letting out a controlled exhale, Inuyasha distractedly flicked at some crust that had somehow lodged itself in the corner of one eye before letting his hand drop again.

“What a beautiful public display,” Miroku hummed as he sidled up to his companions and gave Inuyasha a mischievous grin, “It’s almost heartwarming to see two young people so in love.”

For some unknown reason, Kagome choked as her heart started beating so fast from fear Inuyasha’s instincts nearly went into overdrive. Why the hell was the wench so terrified?

Glancing around, amber eyes widened at the realization that Kagome might be just as worried about the stares they’d been receiving. Maybe she was staying close to him for….similar reasons he’d been staying close to her.

“You need to shut up,” Inuyasha hissed quietly before lowering his volume more so as to not be overheard - somehow making the monk look even more amused, “This ain’t the place to say shit like that. The villagers have been watching me like a hawk.”

“I absolutely cannot imagine why,” Miroku snickered as he pointedly glanced down and set his jaw to keep his shit eating grin in check, “In any case, Sango is almost done buying provisions so why don’t we move on ahead, hm?”

“Fine by me,” Inuyasha huffed as he began walking forward only to realize - when the thing in his hand jerked once to keep him in place - exactly why people were staring. Amber eyes widened in mild horror as they darted to the hand clasped securely in his own which was attached to the miko herself.

When did they start holding hands? He sure as hell didn’t do that and yet his palm was slightly sweaty indicating he’d been holding her hand for some time now.

“We should wait for her,” Kagome chided nervously as she gave Inuyasha’s hand a light squeeze making butterflies erupt in his stomach, “It shouldn’t be much longer.”

Mentally going over their day, Inuyasha tried to pin point when exactly the hand-holding started. They’d been walking side by side most of the day but he…he didn’t remember…

She must’ve started it.

“Why are you holding my hand?” Inuyasha asked - even though he took no action to cease the contact.

Giving him a strange look, the miko gave him an answer he did not like.

“Because you kept putting your hand in mine?” Kagome replied slowly - her worried look morphing into an amused one, “Wait…”

Some flashed behind her eyes and the melting look on her face made his stomach churn.

“Aw, you didn’t…”

“No ‘aw’. There is no ‘aw’ here,” Inuyasha huffed as he pulled his hand back and tucked both hands into his sleeves, “You did this. Not me.”

The melting look increased and Kagome gave him an affectionate smile.

“Awww….”

“What did I say about no ‘aw’!” Inuyasha huffed desperately, “I didn’t start this.”

“Yes you did,” Kagome sing songed and much to Inuyasha utter shock, a nearby elderly human woman chuckled softly to herself while looking between the pair with something akin to strangerly affection. Which disturbed him as much if not more than whatever was happening with him and his wandering hand.

Breathing heavily, Inuyasha’s mind continued racing down every moment of this fateful day. Trying to find the moment or apparently moments where he’d been the one to instigate the offensive touch but no matter how hard he tried, he had no memory of it. None whatsoever. Every minute of that day had felt natural. Normal even.

“D-do I do shit like that a lot?” he finally asked - his Adam’s apple bobbing as he tried to keep his composure.

“No but I liked it,” Kagome admitted with a hum before taking a step closer and giving him a shy smile that had his ears pinning back against his head.

And then she did something that absolutely crashed his mind…

She stood on her tiptoes and pressed a quick kiss on his cheek.

“You can hold my hand whenever you…”

“Are you insane?! You can’t just kiss me like that in strange villages,” Inuyasha hissed as his mind finally caught up - his hand desperately trying to wipe away the perceived sin. Kagome’s grin only made his anger and discomfort grow hotter.

“To be clear then, it’s okay if I do that in familiar places?” came her teasing retort and for a moment, Inuyasha was almost very, very stupid. He almost said something along of the line of forbidding kisses entirely. Something he most certainly did not want to forbid. Especially considering she was pretty much saying she’d give him kisses if he wanted them.

Blushing faintly, Inuyasha decided the best course of action was to react normally. Brush her off and declare her stupid…

Thankfully the old woman watching saw the incoming relationship bomb coming before it landed and for some unknown reason, felt inclined to defuse the explosive before it detonated.

“Be bold boy and say yes,” the elderly woman chuckled softly, “A girl like that won’t wait for you forever and the monk is right. Anyone with eyes can see you love her.”

“Stay outta this” Inuyasha snapped irritably - a reaction to which the old woman thankfully seemed amused by, “What makes you so bold?”

Miroku’s hand flew to the top of his head - hoping his friend didn’t just incur someone’s wrath and also…didn’t Inuyasha just say they shouldn’t draw attention to themselves? Was this just how he coped with fear and anxiety? Antagonize people? If so, how was Inuyasha still alive?!

“Well this was my husbands village and now it belongs to my son. Everything that happens here is my business,” the old woman hummed - giving the somewhat nervous trio a reassuring smile, “And seeing as how you’re in my village, what I say goes.”

“Crack pot,” Inuyasha huffed - earning a full blown facepalm from the miko - and the old woman, to her credit, simply smirked. Not at all afraid of the teenager even with all his fangs and demonic energy. Mostly because he was obviously domesticated and in the presence of equally powerful friends who could stop him from doing any real damage but also because this demon clearly had a good heart and therefore, she reasoned, wouldn’t harm her.

And while that was all mostly true, that didn’t mean Inuyasha wasn’t seriously considering punching her.

“Inuyasha, you need to be nicer to people.”

“Fine. Fine,” Inuyasha huffed as his blush deepened. Glancing at the old woman to make sure she wasn’t upset by what he’d said, Inuyasha turned his gaze back towards the miko who was clearly expecting him to apologize to the old woman. Which he wasn’t gunna do but he could fix one thing that probably needed fixing for a while now.

Squaring his shoulders, Inuyasha cleared his throat and…tried…

“It’d be annoying but if you…you want to kiss me sometimes, I won’t stop you.”

Kagome blinked once then twice.

“Come again?”

Quickly reaching over to push Miroku away face first before he could add in his two cents, Inuyasha tried to look like what he’d said wasn’t awkward as hell.

“I said if you want to kiss me, go ahead. Old bat was right,” Inuyasha hufffed before his eyes widened in horror at what he’d impulsively implied, “I mean, you already j-just do shit. I c-can’t really stop you.”

Kagome made a bemused face and wrinkled her nose at this bizarre admission. That was at least twice now that Inuyasha hadn’t shot someone down after they announced he loved her. Which was unusual and for someone as easily triggered as he was, that left her with a most wonderful conclusion.

One that he apparently realized she’d come to and so Inuyasha did what Inuyasha do.

He tried to protect himself. Poorly.

“I see that look. Don’t be stupid. I mean…yeah, she was right about…about the love part…I do, um, love you, ya know, as a friend. A good friend. And, um, sometimes friends they kiss I think.”

“Well if that is true I must inform San…”

With a soft groan at his own cringeworthy awkwardness, Inuyasha once again necessarily pressed his hand against the closer than usual monk’s face and gave it a light push. This was already nerve racking enough without the monk making it more weird on purpose. First he was holding his woman’s hand without realizing and now he’d all but admitted how he felt. Something he’d been denying himself because he didn’t want to force someone to walk beside him as he faced the constant pile of shit being thrown at him. Add to that he didn’t deserve to be happy when Kikyo was suffering and it was just…wrong to feel like he did.

What he wanted didn’t matter. It never mattered…

Kagome smiled and his stomach turned into pleasant knots.

Except it did. Hell did it ever. He couldn’t even go more than a day without this woman before he lost his fucking mind. What was he going to do if she knew and didn’t feel the same way? Or worse, what if a chance at a relationship ended badly?! If she left him, she’d take the only friends he’d ever had with her…

He’d be alone…

“Uh….huh…”

Panicking now, Inuyasha decided to rely on old faithful and go for an insult to force her back into friendship lane. This was getting into dangerous territory. She knew. Mainly because he told her but he…he could fix it.

“W-why are you so s-stupid, huh?” Inuyasha added a little desperately and much to his horror Kagome’s knowing smile only grew, “I’m just saying you just do shit and…I mean, what am I supposed to do, huh? You just throw yourself at…”

The old woman snickered at the scene and threw in her thoughts with a bemused laugh, “Please just kiss him young lady and put us all out of our misery. He talks far too much for his own good.”

“STAY OUTTA THIS YOU OLD…” Inuyasha began to bellow before whimpering softly when Kagome sealed his mouth with her own. Before he knew it, his arms were pulling her up and against him to give her the best access. It was beautiful and pure and everything he’d hoped a real kiss would be like. While she had done that before, this was the first time she’d done it for a reason other than saving his sorry ass. She’d done that only because she wanted to and that fact that she’d done it just because nearly brought a tear to his eye. Did she…did she love him back?

“You know,” Kagome panted lightly as she pulled back and nuzzled her man’s nose, “I love you too.”

Visibly wilting in relief, Inuyasha gave Kagome the most affectionate look anyone had ever seen on his face. A look that crumpled and turned to annoyance when Miroku made another comment about ‘public displays’.

The old woman simply rolled her eyes and continued on her way - mentally chuckling to herself about how the youth of today could be so foolish and how life was far too short.

A short distance away her middle aged son was watching his mother with a weary smile while the pair of mercenaries seemed to discuss something of great magnitude.

“That’s a dangerous thing you just did.”

“I did nothing but nudge those two down a path they were already on,” the old woman chuckled softly - reaching out to pat her son’s arm, “Love is love sweetheart. It’s one of those funny things in life that just is.”

For a long moment, the son watched the newly formed couple as they resumed holding hands before sighing and turning to follow his mother.

“I meant you meddle far too much” the son continued - glancing over his shoulder to make sure they went being overheard, “They’re mercenaries by trade. You saw their weapons. Probably fresh from some war and…”

“Mercenaries deserve love as well…”

The son let out a long exhale and rolled his eyes.

“Mother. That boy had claws…”

“Claws deserve love…”

The son stopped mid step and groaned that kind of exasperated groan only a child with an embarrassing parent would understand before glancing over his shoulder to watch the little band move on towards their next bounty. One day his mother was going to try to play matchmaker with the wrong two people…

But thankfully, it would seem she always managed to pick the right ones.

#inukag fluff week #inukag fluff week 2021 #inukag #inuyasha #kagome #ao3 #fanfic #fanfiction #writing #kstewdeux

[ameliajessicawilliamspond]

PART 3

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The Mandolorian reached down, absent-mindedly pulling the scarf into his hands when something fell from it, landing with a light thud on the powdery snow below.

The holocron.

Din's voice caught in his throat. Luke found it! No wonder he was so insistent on recovering the scarf. He held the artifact up in the air toward the jedi triupmhantly, only to have that feeling shatter like glass the second his eyes settled on Luke's now limp body. Din nearly dropped the cube as he ran back to Luke's side.

"No, no no, cyar'ika, please, don't fall asleep. You've got to stay awake for me." Din begged, but knew he was fighting a losing battle. Luke barely stirred at his words. Din tried to get his hands back over the wound but they were too limp and slipped off. Din swore under his breath when he realized Luke's violent shivering had stopped.

That's when he gave himself a moment to panic. He reached down, grasping at Luke's shirt and placing the forehead of his helmet down on Luke's chest. A small sob eacaped his mouth. This wasn't supposed to happen. Something in him screamed that Luke should never be harmed. Not that he couldn't be, he was a person after all, and he was always near danger, but it just felt... wrong to see Luke like this.

The mandolorian broke from his moment of panic, knowing time was not on their side. Din set his jaw, whispering a quiet "okay, alright" to himself as he thought of a plan. He pulled the coat he had put over Luke tighter around his shoulders. He didn't have any bacta patches on him, so the wound would have to wait until they got back to the ship.

Carefully, ever so carefully, Din scooped one arm under Luke's shoulders and the other under both knees.

"Ni Ceta, cyre." He apologized, before hoisting the jedi up in his arms, pulling a whine from the young jedi's lips. Din held him close, tucking his head into his shoulder to protect him from the elements before activating his jetpack and rushing toward the ship.

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Slamming the entry door behind him, Din rushed to deposit Luke in the ship's medbay. He needed to warm up. Right now. His lips were purple, his golden hair frozen to his forehead, and he had stopped shivering whuch meant his body had stopped fighting. Hypothermia had most definitely set in.

Reluctantly leaving the jedi's side, he rushed to the control panel and turned the heat up as high as it could. The circuit board blinked ten missed calls, three from General Leia and the other seven from Han Solo. He promised himself he'd call back at some point, but that was the last thing on his list of priorities at the moment. Setting the ship to auto-pilot, he left the cockpit and rushed back down to the ship's hold, putting water on to heat and collecting every blanket he could find.

Before he could smother the jedi in the warm blankets he had to stop the wound from bleeding. He gingerly lifted Luke's shirt, causing the young man to stir, a sudden presense in his head that felt like it was pushing him away and a trembling warning of "don't" echoed in his mind. Din shushed him, rubbing his arm to try and convey that he meant no harm. There wasn't much he could do for it now, not with the equipment he had available and Luke would need to be taken to a Medcenter, but he could at least stop the bleeding. Din tapped Luke's ice cold arm. "I'll be right back."

He grabbed two large bacta patches and a warm wet towel to clean the wound. Kneeling back down next to Luke's body, he gently reached down to wipe the blood staining the jedi's side. A sudden heaviness set in the air and that warning flashed through his mind again. Din shushed Luke again and tried to continue but there it was again, louder this time, and now he could feel an invisible force lightly pushing back against him.

Din tested it, taking his hands away from Luke's side, then back again, each time the feeling diapersed. Back and forth- push. Back and forth- push. Back and forth- push.

"Kriff it." Din swore as he tossed the rag away, knowing it was useless at this point. In one quick movement shoved one patch under Luke's side and the other on top.

A Force Wave burst from the jedi's body, shoving Din hard against the opposite wall.

Din shook his head, stunned by the sudden outburst before his eyes settled on Luke who was now semi awake and jerking violently in the bed. The mandolorian rushed to his side, one hand on his arm the other on his cheek.

"Cyar'ika, Luke listen, it's me! It's Din, you're safe. I've got you, you're gunna be fine." Din tried as Luke screamed incoherently, wide eyes struggling to settle on the Mandolorian. "Luke, you have to stop, you were shot, you're suffering from hypothermia, I need you to calm down. Let me help you. Gedet'ye, cyre."

Luke slowly began to settle, blind panic settling in to exhaustion and pain, his face falling as he started to cry. "I-It h-hurts." He managed.

Din's heart dropped into his boots.

"I know. I know, I'm so sorry. But you're going to be just fine." Behind him the water he had put on began to signal it was heated. Din turned to grab it but something freezing cold gripped his hand and he looked to see Luke hanging on to him like a lifeline. Din squeezed the cold hand, taking notice of how purple his fingers now were. "I'll be right back, I'm not leaving." He slipped out of the icy grip and grabbed the water and making tea. He helped Luke sit up and told him to drink and Luke did so with great difficulty. Once he had some warm liquid in his belly Din buried him in blankets.

After about 10 minutes the ship was like a sauna on a pleasure planet. Even after stripping down to just his pants after he got Luke calmed down enough to close his eyes, Din was sweating. Yet Luke still hadn't begun to shiver again. Din paused, looking at the jedi for a moment as he carefully considered his next move. He knew he had to get Luke's body up to temperature and fast and he knew the best way to do that.

"Luke," Din said, carefully approaching the jedi who barely mumbled in response. "I'm going to touch you now. Don't throw me across the room." He said, hoping for some reaction but getting none. The mandolorian took a deep breath and a chance.

Trying not to jostle Luke, he carefully slid in behind the jedi and pulled him close, the Luke's back leaning up against his bare chest as Din wrapped his legs around his sides, careful to avoid the injury there. Luke jumped momentarily before sinking back into the heat Din's body was giving off.

A long sit and a very sweaty mandolorian later, Luke finally began to shiver. And after, he stopped shivering naturally. Finally, Din felt like he could breathe again. He allowed himself to relax, knowing there was nothing more he could do now except wait. He hunkered down closer to Luke, resting his chin in Luke's hair. His eyes began to slide shut, rest finally calling him.

That is, until, something else called instead. A ping rang out through the room signaling an incoming call.

Din groaned, knowing he couldn't ignore the what was bound to be Han or Leia, but loathe to leave Luke. Regrettably, Din pulled himself from the bed, slipping on his shirt, chest plate, and helmet for privacy before answering the call.

"Mando! Where the hell have you been? I've been trying to call you !" Came the voice of a very stressed Han Solo.

"We ran into some trouble." Din said simply, wondering how many questions the man would ask.

"Where's the kid?" He said, his voice deadly serious.

"Luke's here. He's hurt." Din told him honestly.

"Yeah, I know." Din tilted his head in surprise. Han crossed his arms, clearly upset. "Leia and Grogu started freaking out. I thought Leia was having a heart attack, and Grogu won't stop bugging out, grabbing his head, running around, tryjng to tell me stuff but I can't understand a word he says."

Din sighed. Luke's force signature and connection to the two acted as a warning signal when something was happening to the other, sometimes even effecting them physically.

"He's... he's stable." Din started.

"I don't like the sound of that." Han said.

"We need the Medcenter ready to receive him when we land." Din said, desperately trying to keep his voice even. "He was shot."

Han sucked in a breath through his nose, his mouth separating in shock. "Blaster fire?"

Din shook his head. "Bullet."

Han's eyes blew wide. "Kark, that's... well that's just uncivilized! Anything else I need to know?"

Din pursed his lips beneath the mask. "He's suffering from hypothermia."

Han paused, his eyes distant for a moment and Din wondered, recalling what Luke had told him in the cave, if he was remembering the last time he himself saw Luke in that state. "Kriff." He swore, rubbing his hands over his face. "How did this happen? Where were you?" Han asked and Din felt a pang of regret.

"Luke was kidnapped while I was incompacitated." Din answered.

Han sucked in a breath, angry his friend and brother wasn't protected properly, Din knew, because he felt the same way. "Look, you can tell me more when you get here and we get him fixed up, alright?" the smuggler said and Din nodded in response. "I gotta go talk to Leia and explain all this. Let me know when you're close to landing, the Medcenter will be ready."

Before Din could respond, Han hung up. Din took the helmet back off, wiping the sweat from his brow. It was still hotter than Tattooine on board. He double-checked their course before returning to Luke's side, silently apologizing to the unconscious jedi all the way back to Endor.

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It took two days and a handful of bacta baths and patches later to fully revive the jedi.

Two days of Din hoping he didn't mess up his field medication, two days of a cold jedi and a tired Han. Two days of Leia and Grogu fighting the pain in their heads from Luke's own pain.

Two days to sit with his failure.

Of course the first thing Luke asked for when he's conscious is the holocron.

"Are you going to open it?" Din asked when Luke didn't activate it, opting to fumbling around the cube in his hands.

Luke's eyes locked on his, two windows into the bluest ocean and Din knew he could drown in them.

"I wanted to thank you first. For saving me and for helping me find this." He said, his gentle voice filled with gratitude the mandolorian felt he did not deserve.

"I almost let you die." Din reminded him.

"I almost let you die." Luke retorted.

"No, you saved my life." Din corrected him.

"As did you." Luke countered.

Din sighed. "You're determined to contradict me, aren't you?"

"I'm determined to see the truth, and the truth is I was captured while failing to save you and you ended up saving me." Luke said matter of factly.

Din threw his hands up in the air. "Then we're at an impass."

Luke let out a small laugh, hiding his smile by ducking his chin down, his blonde hair falling over his eyes and Din decided that was the most beautiful thing he'd ever seen. "I guess we are." the jedi said, before looking back up at the Mandolorian. "I've been meaning to ask you, when I was..." Luke trailed off for a moment. Din filled in the blanks, the image of Luke's broken body lying in the snow invading his mind. "...well, you said some things I don't think I understood."

Din felt a red hot flush crawl up his neck. He'd never been more grateful for his helmet. "Um...well I was worried, and when I worry I sometimes forget to stick to Basic and end up slipping into Mand'oa. It was just things like I'm sorry and such. Just slipped out."

"So, 'Cyar'ika' is 'I'm sorry?'" Luke asked, genuinely curious. Din silently cursed the fact that the man was a jedi, because anyone else wouldn't have remembered such details when they were busy dying of hypothermia and a gut wound. "Or is that 'Crye'? Or are they similar?"

This time Din ducked his head, not able to hold eye contact with Luke, even through the layer of his mask. "No." He said, hoping that was the end of it, but Luke waited, scooting forward in the bed ever so slightly, waiting for an answer. Din took a deep breath. "It...um...they are...terms of endearment?" He said, testing the waters. When Luke didn't react, Din continued. "Cyar'ika means...um, kark- it well...it means like... sweeheart o-or darling and-and Cyre means...it means beloved or...love."

Luke's eyes widen, a flush making its way across his cheeks. "Oh." He breathed out.

There was a beat of silence as Luke took it all in and Din let it sink in that he actually just told him that. The mandolorian stood. "I should go." He said, turning toward the door.

"No, Din, wait." Luke said, reaching for him and grabbing his wrist, gently turning him back to face him. Luke tugged him so that he was kneeling in front of Luke's bed. The jedi took both his hands first, then they made their way to his helmet. "May I?" He asked. Din, to his own surprise, nodded immediately. Luke removed his helmet, placing it delicately next to him on the mattress, before returning his hands to Din's. "I am happy you were there. You have become more important to me now then I would like to admit. Almost losing you on the bank of that river I...I couldn't breathe. I...I love you, too." Luke said, before turning beat red and pulling his hands from Din's. "That is...if that's what you...Oh, you probably just said those words in the heat of the moment, oh kriff, I'm an idiot..." The jedi stumbled over himself. "Um, I'm sorry i just assumed--"

Din chuckled, cutting Luke off with a kiss. Their lips connected and something ignited im the air around them. Like something so new and precious, but something that's always been there. The two melded into one and for a brief moment nothing else mattered. The events of the past week melted away like ice in the hot sun.

Luke pulled away, a laugh dancing off his lips as he mumbled an apology. Din wasn't sure what he meant until he noticed every object in the room was floating back down to it's correct spot in the room. Din caught the holocron before it landed back down, climbing up next to Luke on the bed, his free hand wrapping around the jedi's.

"What on this thing, anyway?" Din questioned, tossing it in the air like a ball for a moment.

Luke shrugged next to him. "Not quite sure, honestly. It's from the jedi temple, gotta be at least thirty years old. I'm hoping to be able to learn more about the jedi way but a lot of this information was destroyed during the rise of the Empire." He took it from Din, poking and prodding at it until a blue hued hologram lit up the sml medcenter room.

Before them stood a tall man with nearly shoulder length brown hair and jedi robes, darker than what Din had ever seen a jedi wear and Din's couldn't stop staring at his familiar blue eyes that were almost as blue as Luke's. Beside him stood a Togruta girl, no older than 16 with duo lightsabers Din recognized, fighting in what could only be The Clone Wars of old. Beside him Luke gasped, and Din tore his eyes away from the holographic pair to look at the jedi. His eyes were watery with unshed tears, his free hand clasped over his mouth. "That's...I think that's my father." Luke said. Din squeezed his hand. "I never knew him like this." Luke said, voice barely above a whisper as his eyes followed the holographic ghost of his father

Din's eyebrows knit together. "Who's the girl?" He asked.

Luke's eyebrows mimicked Din's. "I think thats my aunt."

"You're Aunt?" Din asked, looking at Luke, who's eyes still hadn't left the projection.

"Yes...I never met her." He said, distantly.

Din paused. "I think I have."

Luke blinked once. Then twice. Then turned the holocron off, turning fully to look at the mandolorian. "...You WHAT?"

THE END

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And there we have it! The finale! Sorry took so long, but I hope it was worth the wait! Please enjoy and let me know if you liked it!

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[honeysuckle-writings]

PART THREE PREGAME AMASAI

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Saihara had been so distracted after everything that once his time was up, he almost forgot to get his game back from Akamatsu. He had watched Amami walked out of the aisle before he leaned back against the book shelf and closed his eyes. What the fuck just happened? Why would Amami even acknowledge him in that sense? Saihara took a moment to collect himself before he attempted to leave. He walked back towards his table and grabbed his bag before exiting the library.

Through everything, he felt like he was on cloud nine. He almost wanted to ask Akamatsu to slap him across the face just to make sure he wasn't dreaming. She would end up being way too happy about that request though.

Luckily he didn't have to go far. Akamatsu had been sitting outside of the door on the ground playing on his console.

"Oh, I d-didnt expect to see you h-here." Saihara figured he would have to go and hunt her down.

"Eh. Didn't want to go far. Too busy." She kept her sentences short, obviously in an intense part of the level.

"I appreciate it."

"I didn't do it for you. I just wanted to spend more time playing and less time fighting people off from talking to me. Fuck!" She growled at the screen and tilted her head back. "Fine. Take the stupid thing back. I'm gunna smash it if I keep trying it."

Saihara reached out and took the console without saying anything.

"You seem like you're in another dimension." She stated as she stood up and flattened out her skirt.

"Oh. Uhm. N-no." He couldn't just tell her what happened. She would not believe him and think he just had a wet dream during detention, resulting in her making fun of him even more. "I'm just, uh, ready t-to get home and get someth-thing to eat."

"Yeah." She didn't enjoying going back to her place either. Saihara never pryed too much into her personal life, but knew most nights she didn't go home until well after 11 or 12 when her parents were asleep. She would bounce between friends and hanging out just to pass time. He wondered where she would be going tonight.

They made their way outside, the sun in it's early stages of setting because of the changing season. Saihara didn't live too far from the school making it very easy to walk to and from. Akamatsu normally walked with him until they reached a stop sign at the end of the street before she would break off and head off on her own.

"I-ill see you tomorrow alright?" Saihara waved at her as she shoved headphones into her ears. She nodded at him and quickly turned on her heel.

Saihara dug his keys out of his pocket and made his way up his front porch steps to the door. Once he entered, he knew immediately that his uncle was probably at his office doing some work on a case and he would be alone to fend for himself. This would include making a small rice side or microwave dinner and enjoying some YouTube theories that people had over the last season and predictions for the new season of Danganronpa, right after a shower of course. He could not stay in his clothes for much longer.

He knew he should probably eat better but microwaved food was so much quicker than actually putting in effort to cook. Finally cleaned and cuddled up in his pajamas, Saihara sat down on the couch facing the television in the living room. He plugged up his laptop to the HDMI cord and displayed his YouTube page on the screen.

He thought about shooting a text to Ouma and seeing how he was doing. After seeing him with Amami, he wondered if he could get any info or reasoning why. Did Ouma know what Amami had done? If they were together, would he be mad at him for doing that to Saihara? Did Amami tell Ouma he was spying? He didn't want to make anything worse for Ouma that's for sure but he had so many questions that were overwhelming him.

Saihara sighed and took his phone off the table and sent the text anyway. He at least wanted to strike up conversation again. Ouma was one of the cutest boys he has ever seen. His hair so puffy and soft that he wanted to just pet it, and if you got him laughing then you would become addicted to the sound. Saihara did have a bit of a crush on him when they had first met, but his timid personality clashed with Saihara's inept one. Now he was settling for a simple friendship.

Saihara: *Hey Ouma! What are you up to?* He set the phone down and began to eat on one of the sides from his dinner and pressed play on a video.

Soon a notification on his phone went off.

Ouma: *Hey,, I'm just doing homework. You..?*

Ouma was even timid in his messages.

Saihara: *I'm eating dinner finally and trying to relax.*

Ouma: *oh, yeah I saw you had to stay after. That super sucks.*

Fuck so he did see Saihara there at least?

Saihara: *Oh yeah! You came in sometime during that huh?? There was someone else with you, I think?* He had to play it cool. Maybe he could make it seem like he didn't even know him.

Ouma: *Oh, uhm, yeah.*

Saihara huffed. That was all Ouma was going to say?

Saihara: *That's cool!* He really wanted to press further but wasn't exactly sure what to say. *Is he a friend of yours? Boyfriend? ;) Name??*

It took a lot longer for him to respond this time. Saihara wondered if he had scared him away. He really just, didn't know how to talk to people most of the time. He would become annoying or exhausting and people would eventually cast him away. Social cues just were not his specialty, but he really was trying to work on it.

While he waited, Saihara reached down on the ground for his messenger bag and lifted the flap to look for his notebook. It wasn't right there in the front. He could have sworn he had just stuck it in. He checked behind the other things he had but there was no trace of the notebook. Saihara's eyes widened and he suddenly felt his chest tightening. Fuck.

He knew the sound of his phone had gone off but it sounded so muffled, much like he was underwater. His vision also started to become blurry. Did he leave it at the library? Did it somehow fall out? Someone was going to take it and his life would be over. He found himself gasping for air, the room feeling like it had been closing in on him and he was losing oxygen.

Shakily he reached back into his bag once more, not for his missing notebook, but another compartment that held a small bottle. He flipped the lid off taking a small pill out and took it with a swig of his drink. He kept these on him for moments like this. Moments when he was loosing himself in an attack and needed help to calm it down. He was supposed to be taking them regularly but he opted to only take them during panic attacks.

His mind was running 80 mph as he imagined scenarios of someone picking up his notebook and spreading everything through the school. He grabbed a couch pillow and shoved his face into it, trying to regulate his breathing and keep himself from passing out.

It felt like years to him, but finally he felt himself begin to relax. He could still feel a sense of fear, but his breathing had gone down and his body felt weak. The downside of this was the feeling afterwards, like almost a delay in his reactions. It certainly calmed him down, but it didn't fully take away the feeling that got him there. It was just easier to handle now.

The pillow fell lazily to the ground with a thump and Saihara looked over to his phone. Maybe he would look and distract himself from everything. As he pressed his on button, the screen lit up and it took a second for his vision to adjust to focusing on it. He clicked on the text message Ouma had sent a while ago.

Ouma: *saihara, we both know you know who he is..*

Ouma wasn't wrong. He really didn't think about it when he had sent his reply earlier. He probably looked like a big dumbass. What was he even supposed to say now? A lot of time had passed so he assumed Ouma thought he had ignored him after being called out. Shit another great attempt at a friendship.

Saihara: *Sorry, I know. I was just trying to keep up conversation and not sound too stalkery.*

He put his phone down on to his laptop and looked over at the food he hadn't finished eating. At this point his appetite was shot so it was going to end up as lunch for the next day. Saihara pulled himself up on to wobbly legs and took the bowl to the fridge. Another ding came from his phone, and then another as he finally got back over to the couch.

Ouma had replied.

Ouma: *You're fine,, no worries. Its good that you didnt freak out about it... hehe*

One thing did bother him about the responses. Ouma never addressed the boyfriend part of his question. Saihara wondered if maybe that was intentional. Maybe Ouma didn't want anyone to know or maybe he thought Saihara would throw a fit if he knew, which wasn't the case at all.

But another number had also contacted him.

*Saihara.*

That was, weird. Saihara stared at the message trying to figure out what the best response should be. This mystery number was just another thing on top of his already overwhelmed plate.

Saihara: *Maybe?* That was the stupidest response but nothing else seemed like it would be vague enough to match the vibe.

*Are you missing something?*

Saihara's eyes widened. This had to be the person who stole his notebook.

Saihara: *What gives you the right to dig into my stuff?*

He'd be lying if he said he was anything less than livid. Who had the balls to dig into others belongings? In all actuality, he could think of a few. Momota came to mind. He wouldn't think twice about taking whatever he wanted and having more of a reason to ridicule him. Saihara hoped to whatever deity out there that it wasn't him.

*Says the person who likes to eavesdrop on conversations he isn't a part of.*

Saihara re-read the message at least ten times in his head. No, no way. It couldn't be him. How would he have even gotten his phone number? He didn't have it written down in the notebook anywhere. Maybe someone had been watching them?

Before he knew it, Saihara had pressed the call button at the top of the text messages, determined to get to the bottom of it.

The phone rang three times before it was answered.

"Yeah?"

There was no mistaking that voice. Even over the phone it made him melt like butter.

"Amami?" His voice came out breathy, with a small squeak as he struggled to fit pieces together.

"Mhmm." Amami answered with more of a confirming noise than anything.

"You, you have m-my notebook?"

"You really like Danganronpa don't you?"

Well that answered it. Saihara stayed quiet at that. The answer was completely obvious. Then it hit him. All of the pages that had been dedicated to Amami, were now in his hands.

"Did you, uhm, uh, re-read all o-of it?" Saihara began to bite on his finger nails trying desperately to stay grounded.

"Eh, not yet. You kind've interrupted me." How was Amami so chill about this. He acted so nonchalant about what he had done, about the reactions he was recieving from Saihara.

"Listen, uhm, c-can I just hav-ve it back, please?"

"Sure. I'll give it back to you tomorrow. If you don't get yourself stuck back in the library again."

Saihara pulled his finger out of his mouth and huffed loud enough to he heard against the reviever.

"H-how did you ev-ven get my n-number?" He may have sounded a bit more agitated than he intended to show.

"That's for me to know. Got it?" His smooth, relaxed voice now had a firm sound to it.

"O-okay." Saihara responded immediately. It was time for him to accept his fate at this point.

"I'm not going to share it with anyone." Amami reassured him, almost like he could hear what Saihara was thinking. "I'm not the type of person to do that."

"B-but you're th-the type to s-steal out of pe-peoples bags?"

There was a moment of silence between the two.

"I-im sorry. I d-didnt mean to, to snap." Saihara apologized. "I was j-just, uh, freaking out earlier."

Amami had made another noise in response to the confession. "I'm not surprised. Look, I'll give it to you tomorrow. No one else will see it. Meet me at the store across the street in the morning okay?"

"Okay. Uhm. I just, I advise you b-before you read more. It's uh, s-some of it m-may have you in it."

"Do you not want me to read that then?"

That caught him off guard. Did Amami really care enough to skip the pages doodled in hearts about him? Or would he lie and read them anyway?

"If you really don't want me to then I won't. I haven't gotten far. Just a couple of excecution you have planned out."

Saihara thought for a moment. Amami had touched him in the library today. What if he was actually eager to read what was in there? Maybe Amami could handle it, if he felt the same way. His heart skipped a beat at the thought of Amami feeling the same way about him.

Deep down, it was also thrilling to have him read those fantasies.

"Y-you can."

"Are you sure?"

"Yes I-I don't mind. Just, d-dont hate me for some of the s-stuff in there."

"Want me to tell you when I have or keep it to myself?"

This all seemed to point towards Amami actually caring about his feelings in all of this. It reassured Saihara that perhaps things wouldn't be so bad. Maybe the outcome would be much like the movies where one person would read the love letters and fall in love with the sender.

"Please tell me. I'll b-be worried sick if I just, just don't know anything."

"Will do then. I'll text you." And with that Amami hung up.

Saihara let out a shaky breath and saved the number into his phone. Amami's name, with quite a few hearts following. He couldn't help it. This is not at all how he thought he and Amami would start talking, but he still relished in seeing that name in his contacts and felt like he was in a dream state. That night he was going to eagerly wait with his phone volume turned up.

#pregame amasai #rantaro amami #shuichi saihara #danganronpa #drv3

[minhoslut]

♡ summary: Y/N is a fairy in a world of magic hating humans, who moves into a house with seven young men after being kicked out of her old dorm. She learns about all their secrets while hiding hers for as long as she can. Lots of parties, games, sex and maybe even love.

♡ pairing: ot7 x fem!reader, fem!reader x various idols

♡ chapter: 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | ? |

♡ series warnings: alcohol consumption, blood mention, drug use, mxm, fxf, threesome, foursome, orgy, swearing, anxiety, depression, past trauma, past abuse

♡ series genre: fluff, smut, slight angst

♡ series rating: R

♡ word count: 2043

♡ posted on: AO3

♡ chapter four: never have I ever...

When you reached the liquor store, you all exited the car and headed in. “I’ll gather the things the other boys want if you two want to find your own!” Namjoon suggested. Splitting up, you and Jimin wandered through the store. “What are you thinking of getting?” You asked him, looking at all the various bottles. “Mm, probably tequila, maybe some gin, beer… I’m a heavyweight so I usually drink a lot. Plus we all like to get blackout, so lots of liquor is a must.” You giggled and shook your head, “Makes sense I guess, I’m gunna get sourpuss and some raspberry vodka I think, maybe some growers… I’m a lightweight but I love to drink too.”

You both laughed and went on with your search, collecting bottles and finally heading up to the register. “Perfect timing!” Namjoon said smiling, his basket filled with beers, soju, vodka and rose. Once you had paid, you loaded them into the car and piled back in. Jimin connected his phone to the aux cord and turned the volume up. Up and Down by EXID blasted through the speakers and the three of you sang along as loud as you could. Your heart was full of laughter the whole ride home, these men were really becoming a great part of your life.

Back at the house, Jimin and Namjoon stacked the alcohol in the so called ‘buzz cupboard’ that held all of their other liquor as well. “I’m so glad you guys throw parties! I love to drink and dance!” You cheered from your seat at the island, a bright smile on your face. “That’s why we accepted your application, no one else seemed as interested in the parties!” Namjoon chuckled, closing the cabinet drawer and coming to lean on the island across from you. His eyes locked with your own and you could swear that they shimmered a beautiful deep violet. Shaking your head you hopped off the bar stool and slipped your shoes on, calling out, “I’m off on a walk be back sometime!” before heading for the woods surrounding the house.

The sun was peeking through the foliage as you walked, creating shadows that danced along the ground. You let your intuition guide you once again, just walking and walking, deeper into the woods. Eventually you reached a small clearing, covered with a beautiful green grass carpet. You slipped off your shoes and walked across the grass to the center, the ground was soft and cool under your feet.

The sun was shining onto you as you laid down, warming your skin and reminding you of your fairy home. It was times like this you would briefly wonder if you should have just stayed in your colony, safe in the arms of the trees, singing with the streams. The fact that your new home was close to nature would be comfort enough for now, but you never knew what you would choose in the future, though you would be on your own if you chose nature.

The idea of being alone was one of the few things you were terrified of, it was like a darkness that would consume you in an instant if you imagined it for more than a brief moment. Taking a few deep breaths you brought yourself back to the forest, the cool grass on your skin and the birds chirping in the trees. It was comforting here in the clearing, and you eventually drifted off.

~

When you awoke, the sun had begun to set and you scrambled to get up quickly, rushing through the trees back to the house. You hadn’t meant to spend so long there, especially not asleep, and you felt bad for just vanishing. The lights were on when you reached the old house, and you could hear laughter coming from the kitchen, making you smile to yourself. Walking up the deck stairs, you entered your home and slipped off your shoes.

“She returns!” Hoseok called from the table, making you rub your neck sheepishly. “Sorry, I fell asleep.” You explained quickly, taking a seat next to Yoongi. “In the woods?” Taehyung said, disbelief lacing his words, “Yeah in the woods, it’s nice!” You pouted at him and served some food for yourself. “I like the woods too, Y/N! It’s so peaceful there~” Hoseok chimed, giving you a smile. You nodded your agreement and started eating happily, listening to the guys talk about their days.

After dinner, you all moved into the living room as requested by Jimin, confusion on all of your faces. “Tada! Let’s do never have I ever! Every finger down you take a shot, and the first one with all their fingers down has to chug the rest of the vodka!” Jimin declared when he returned with several packs of beer and a huge bottle of vodka. “Sounds fun!” You smiled, settling the worries of the seven men around you. Everyone grabbed a drink and settled in comfortably, ready to begin the game. “So who is starting?” Jungkook questioned, leaning forward excitedly. “Jimin obviously, he started this!” Namjoon said decidedly, making all of you turn to Jimin.

“Alright, alright!” Jimin said, raising his hands in surrender, “Um, never have I ever passed out from drinking.” A collective groan came from the group as everyone but Yoongi and Jin put down a finger, “Ok! Let’s continue in the circle! ” Jin suggested smirking, and all eyes turned to Namjoon who was sat beside Jimin. “Never have I ever skipped my class 3 weeks in a row.” The three youngest boys protested at Namjoons words, but he just laughed at them, “I had to say something to get Jimin down!”

Yoongi went next with a simple, “Never have I ever almost drowned in the pool because I was drunk off my ass.” Making Jimin glare at him while everyone else was having a giggle fit. “Did he really?” You asked wiping tears from your eyes, “Yeah, it was the shallow end too, he was just sitting down!” Taehyung said when he caught his breath, “You all better watch out now, if that’s how we’re playing!” Jimin threatened, but he was just ignored as Jungkook began his turn.

“Never have I ever had a threesome~” He said slyly, making you, Namjoon, Jin and Yoongi put down a finger, you caught some of their eyes widen when you put your finger down but you just smiled and shook your head, the more the merrier in your mind. Hoseok, Jin and Yoongi only had one finger down, while you, Namjoon, Taehyung, Jimin and Jungkook had two. Hoseok was up next, “Never have I ever made out with two people at the same time.” His comment had everyone putting another finger down, putting him in the lead.

You all crushed two beers before continuing the game, which made everyone tipsy, since you had each finished one already. Taehyung was up and he hummed for a moment before saying, “Never have I ever had sex on a balcony!” This time Hoseoks finger went down along with yours, Namjoons, Yoongis, Jungkooks and Jins, Taehyung laughed at the scowl Hoseok had sent his way when he asked the question. “Alright Jin you’re up~” You teased, putting a hand on Jins thigh and squeezing slightly.

He cleared his throat, a smirk on his lips as he announced, “Never have I ever cum on the couch.” This knocked down a finger on Jimin, Jungkook, Hoseok, Taehyung and Namjoon, leaving them blushing and you, Jin and Yoongi with tears of laughter in your eyes. “That was a low blow Jin, you better be ready!” Jungkook said shaking his head. You tapped your lips as you thought of a good question, smiling as you said “Never have I ever kissed anyone in this room.” Just like you had thought, your question made everyone lose a finger. “No fair Y/N~ Taehyung whined, but you just giggled at him.

By now a good amount of vodka was missing from the bottle and you were all sufficiently drunk, with the current stats being Jin, Yoongi and you with 3 down, Taehyung, Jimin, Hoseok and Jungkook with 4 down and Namjoon in last with 5 down.  The game continued for a while, words slurring more and more, while questions got extra sexual. You were basically fucking them with your eyes whenever you put down a finger, seeing as you had a pretty long sexual history and most things had you taking a shot. They seemed surprised by it, and you could tell they were trying to even the playing field by making specific digs at each other.

The game ended with Hoseok drinking the remainder of the vodka, though that ended up not being much, since a ‘shot’ had really evolved into giant sips straight from the bottle. Everyone was giggly and unstable as you all finally stood up from your circle, you stumbled and caught yourself against Jins chest so you wouldn’t fall. “Sorry handsome~” You slurred cutely before turning to face the group.

“Thanks for such a game so fun!” You managed to get out, though not in the right order. With a big two handed thrown kiss you clumsily skipped up the stairs and jumped into your bed, your body on fire and your mind a puddle. You had run away so you wouldn’t start begging for Jins cock in the middle of the living room, your drunk self tended to be even more bold and it wasn’t time for that, not yet.

~

You must have fallen asleep soon after, since next you knew the sun was in your room once more. Sitting up you surveyed the situation, clothes were strewn about the floor and you were only wearing panties, so you must have stripped before passing out. Last night had been the perfect way to find out what kind of boundaries there were for the party tonight, and you were extremely excited to test them out.

Slipping on a black robe and grabbing a high cut hot pink tube top bodysuit and some black sweatpants with a checkered stripe , you made your way to the bathroom to have a warm bath. As you filled the tub, you removed the robe and your panties, and organized your pampering items in the space surrounding the bath. Since you were aiming for some intimacy tonight, you were using all mango scented cleansers, and doing a full body spa.

You put on some relaxing music and sank into the tub, relishing in the warm water surrounding your body. Sighing happily, you began your routine, scrubbing yourself clean, exfoliating, shampoo, deep condition etc. When you got out of the bath, you applied a nourishing face mask before starting on toweling off and moisturizing your body. Finished with putting on lotion and getting dressed, you rinse away the mask and apply your face oil before collecting your belongings and heading back to your room to deposit them.

Feeling clean and satisfied, you went downstairs to make a fruit salad for breakfast, surprised to find all seven men scattered around the downstairs. “Good morning~” You sang when you came to the landing, skipping to the fridge and starting your prep. “Morning Y/N.” They all called from their various seats, “I’m making fruit salad, anyone want some?” A chorus of “yes” answered your question making you laugh as you pulled more fruit from the fridge.

Once the salad had been made up, you asked Seokjin to set the table while you moved the large bowl over. Eventually everyone was seated and had their own serving of fruit to eat, and  hopefully help clear any hangovers they had. “I had a lot of fun last night! I love party games like that!” You said in between scoops of fruit. “It was really interesting, you’re not easily embarrassed are you Y/N?” Yoongi said chuckling, and the other six nodded in agreement. “Nope! If i ever was I’d say something~ I’d much rather be comfortable and close with the people I live with, as long as they are ok with it, of course!” You smiled at them all, happy that they seemed to be starting to push their own worries about you away.

#bangtanhq #bts #bts x reader #bts polyamory #kim namjoon #kim seokjin #min yoongi #jung joseok #kim taehyung #park jimin #jeon jungkook #everything is not what it seems

[whirlybirbs]

“Shit!” with Poe?

» PRE-FLIGHT CHECK, THREE.

summary: cadet!reader & poe dameron run into some technical problems day one into the mission. neither of you can catch a break. 3/5. companion piece to risks. a/n: i put this story up on ao3 so you can read there if you’d like! click here!

Neither of you speak a word to each another for an entire day.

And -- listen, that’s hard work, because the Corellian VCX-100 light freighter is not meant to be operated nor inhabited by two stubborn, reckless pilots trying to ignore one another completely. The cockpit is small and the hallways are even smaller -- the two bunks in the back of the cabin sit adjacent and unused. You’d opted to dozing in the swivel gun’s reclined seat in the belly of the freighter while Poe claimed the captain’s seat.

It’s also hard to not speak a word to your co-pilot when the Corellian VCX-100 light freighter is essentially falling apart. 

On the second day of travel towards Voss, you’re startled awake by Poe’s loud exclamation followed by a dangerous tremor that rocks the entire freighter. 

“Shit!”

You spring up immediately, eyes pulled wide as you vault up the steep stairs, two at a time, to the second level of the ship -- another hard shake vibrates through the cabin and you lose your balance, hands hitting the wall as your try to regain your balance. You curse.

“Poe!”

He’s in the cockpit, eyes wide as he tries the trigger switch for the gears -- the hyper-drive is locked up, power readings escalating fast; the Resistance Commander flicks the switch up and down and up and down and then drives his fist into the dashboard. He hears you call his name. Pushing a hand through his curls, Poe shoulders raise as he throws his hands.

“I didn’t do anything!”

“What is going on?!”

Another mournful wail. And, then, the light freighter falls out of hyper-space with three jagged stalls. CHUG, CHUNG CHUG. You fall forward again, throwing yourself through the threshold of the cockpit and catching yourself on Poe’s captain’s chair.

The back boosters make this horrible sound, tied between a choke and a cough, before cutting completely. Poe’s frozen, hands raised from the controls in the cockpit.

There’s a single beat of a moment where you both exhale, thinking maybe that was the end of it. Just a faulty hyper-drive. An easy fix. As long as you don’t lose power, then it’s probably nothing --

And then the entire ship goes dark and you’re bathed in the dim glow of the emergency lights. 

“Son of a bitch.”

And then the alarms start. 

Part of you wonder if this was part of Leia’s plan.

You both throw yourselves down the catwalk, boots clamoring against the metal grates and skidding into the engine room with BB-8 and A3-C8 in tow.

The power-conductor is cracked, high-grade battery acid leaking from the container and creating a sparking concoction all along the hyper-drive’s transmission. Essentially, it’s eating away at the container making sure you and Poe don’t get stuck in a never-ending quantum leap. 

(Honestly, you’d rather throw yourself out the airlock than get stuck on this ship with him for the rest of eternity.)

So, yeah, you’re panicking.

And the AANG AANG AANG of the alarms over-head aren’t helping. 

“I need rags,” you say from underneath the engine’s main component, eyes wide as the hyper-drive whines and shakes, core glowing at white blue. Not good. Not good at all. Your voice is strained, “Like now, Poe --”

“Where the pit do I find rags?!” he yells, tearing through the toolboxes scattered along the far wall. He’s no better, panic biting at his nerves as he curses and trips over the piping for the exhaust port.

“I don’t know,” you snap, fingers moving fast to detach the wiring to the corroded battery. A drop of acid sizzle hot on the transmission, “But, could you just hurry up?”

“Ah!” he cheers, securing a rag from one of the far bins. He slides to his knees by your side, offering the tattered fabric covered in grease, “Here, take this --”

You’re fast to snatch and cover the battery in said rag, proceeding to unceremoniously yank it from it’s spot above the now burning hyper-drive transmission. You chuck the engine battery across the room, ignoring the wide-eyed look Poe gives you as it flies by his head. You then proceed to jam your hand in the new opening between the belt mechanisms and manually cut the hyper-drive off with a hard yank of a bundle of wires. 

The hot blue glow dies nearly instantly and so do the alarms overhead. 

You deflate. 

And then Poe speaks slowly.

“Did... you just throw our engine battery across the room...?”

From your spot on the floor, you raise your head and give him an incredulous look.

“What, did you want me to let it eat away at the hyper-drive?”

“We... oh my god... we needed that!” 

“It was corroded, Poe -- maybe if you’d done a pre-flight check, then you would have noticed --”

“Oh, so this is my fault now?”

You ungracefully wiggle out from under the engine then, huffing and ignoring how your hair goes wild. You’re sweating, grease smeared across your forehead. He watches from his spot on his knees, brows set in annoyance. Despite the circumstances, he’s still typical Poe.

Poster-boy.

Handsome.

“I’m just saying,” you chirp, “This whole thing could have been avoided --”

Oh, god, you grind his gears. And press his buttons... jam his buttons. Punch them. And just... kriff, you’re so irritating -- his jaw sets back in annoyance, arms crossing as he tries to ignore the grease smear across your jaw. 

“Why didn’t you do the pre-flight check, then, huh?”

"That’s the commanding officer’s job, Poe!”

A pause.

“... It is?”

“Yes!” you throw your hands, “Oh my god! You didn’t... you didn’t know that?”

“I don’t fly freighters --”

“Do you even do pre-flight checks?”

“Yes!” he cries, “Sometimes!”

“Oh my god.”

You’re standing then, moving across the engine room and wiping your hands on the fabric of your pants. Your boots rattle the grate underfoot. Poe follows as you begin to rummage through the supply cabinets surrounded the dimly lit engine room. There isn’t much here, but with a little luck, maybe there’s enough to hop you to the next planet and get you surface-side for some repairs. 

“Alright, Miss I can fix anything, what’s your plan now?”

“I’ve never said that --”

“Yeah, well, whatever,” Poe yelps, throwing his hands. By his foot, BB-8 gives and affirmative whir, “I mean, you just lobbed half our engine across the room -- you gunna just... tape it back together?”

“Maybe.”

Poe scoffs, jamming his thumb your way. “Maybe, hear her BB-8 -- ‘maybe’. Yeah, okay --”

You shove a roll of electrical tape his way, face screwed in annoyance as you lean into the deep set locker and rummage with a set of wires and wire cutters. Poe’s eyes narrow under thick lashes.

“Poe,” you chirp, “Keep talking and I will tape your mouth shut.”

“Not gunna deck me?”

“No,” you bite back, “My knuckles hurt.”

He gives you a look -- if you weren’t so annoyed, you might have laughed.

“Your... right. Your knuckles hurt... What about my face?!”

The bundle of here-and-there’s in your arms drags his attention to the astro-droid by your ankles. A3-C8 rolls back and forth, beeping happily as you side step around Poe and move towards the engine. You plop the repair parts down and Poe is actually a bit impressed -- tape and wires and a bundle of putty? 

You move, tugging a pair of gloves from your pile and wiggling them on. You pick up a small wrench and flip it once, eyes trained on the pile around you. 

“If we get this thing working,” you pause, motioning between you and your purple and yellow droid. Your wrench taps the discarded battery, “Can you fly it?”

In a second, his irritation melts away.

“I can fly anything.”

Utapau, from above, doesn’t look like much.

The age old Separatist hide-out hadn’t changed much since the final days of the war; it now operates mostly as a go-between from the mid-rim to the outer-rim. 

Lucky for you and Poe and your two little astro-droids, it’s the perfect place to land and try and square away repairs.

That is, until a little Utai named Grol, laughs in your face when you ask if they have any spare Corellian VCX-100 light freighter parts laying around for purchase.

“He’s laughing,” Poe deadpans, “Why is he laughing?”

You lean, muttering a quick: “I don’t think they make VCX-100′s anymore.”

“Stopped making 30 years ago,” Grol points, shoulders shaking, “Better off buying new ship! Grol give you good price, yes? Trade in -- give us parts. Grol and Grog give you good price.”

"What’s the catch, pal?” Poe jumps in, “You and your brother gunna rip us off?”

“Grog not brother.”

Your eyes wide, mouth snapping shut. You reach, grip digging into Poe’s arm through his flight jacket. You whisper. “I think that’s --”

Grog, beside Grol, crosses her arms. 

“Wife and I give you good deal --” Grol sneers, “And Grol not kick your ass.”

Poe just freezes before speaking quickly.

“...Yeah, you know, I think that’s fair. Totally fair.”

The Allanar N3 light freighter you trade for has a ghastly paint-job but it’s in good enough condition that you’re not afraid it’s going to fall apart on take off. 

While Poe exchanges credits with Grol and Grog, you venture through the cab and into the underside of the ship -- you’re mid-way through the flight pre-check, humming contently, when Poe clears his throat and scares the living daylights out of you.

You jump half a mile in the air, yelp strangled when your forehead collides hard with the plating under the engine belt. You roll then, gloved hands flying to grip the site of impact as your curse.

From your spot under the engine, you can hear Poe laughing. 

If you weren’t busy worrying over a potential concussion you might have enjoyed the sound of it.

“Sorry -- sorry, I just...” he snorts, smothering it with the back of his hand, “Sorry, I was going to say we’re all set to roll, but I think what just happened is called karma, Punchy.”

“Yeah,” you grit out, “Yeah, I think so.”

Rolling out from under the engine, you huff. You rub the spot with your palm, blinking up at him with squinted eyes. You’re honestly surprised the transaction went so quickly. And Poe came out unscathed. 

“Grog didn’t castrate you?” 

There’s only a hint of surprise in your voice.

“No,” Poe says, offering a hand. You accept it, leveraging your weight and pulling yourself up, “She’s really at the perfect height, though --”

“Shame,” you chirp, pulling your hand from your head and blinking at your palm, “Am I bleeding?”

“No,” Poe says, eyeing you over his shoulder as he ascends the engine room steps, “Only wounded your pride, Punchy, I promise.”

You huff, trying to shake the laugh that’s creeping up your chest.

Poe freezes.

“You’re laughing --”

“I’m not --” you sneer, pushing past him and moving through the -- thankfully -- wider hallway to the cockpit.

“You are,” Poe grins, hands in the air as he widens his strides to catch up, “It’s okay. Go ahead, laugh it up --”

“Shut up.”

“Was it the castration joke? Or the wounded pride that got you? Combo hit?”

You don’t even try to smother the smile on your face. Instead, you drop into the co-pilot’s seat and chuck your gloves his way when he follows suit. 

“C’mon, flyboy,” you jab, “Prove it that you can fly anything.”

“Is that a challenge I hear?”

You lean back, kicking your boots up on the dash. You motion across the dash, brows pulled upwards. “You’re the one who said it... My name’s Poe Dameron, I can fly anything.”

You imitate him on the last part. It’s not very good. You make a mental note to practice that a bit more.

His eyes don’t break from yours when he flicks the ignition on, happily priming the hyper-drive and leaning back into the Captain’s seat. “One, I don’t sound like that --”

You shrug.

“Two, I did, didn’t I?”

And he can fly it. Take off is a little rough, but after only hitting one platform on the way up -- “Oh, jeez, yeah, BB-8, I see it now. Sorry! Sorry.” -- Poe gets you both into the sky with relative ease. 

You won’t lie when you say you’re a little thankful to leave that rust bucket behind on Utapau -- the vomit colored Allanar N3 you’d traded it in for not only smells better, but it’s a bit lighter on it’s boosters. There’s no immediate defensive precautions and even though you will miss your little gunner position a bit, your happy to be cruising a bit faster. Nothing sucks like a slow freighter, especially when you’re used to speed runs in an X-Wing.

And, I mean, all of that aside, you were barely a day away from Voss.

No one would want to jack this ship. You didn’t even have any cargo.

Once out of the atmosphere, you’re fast to doze off -- Poe doesn’t say anything, just silently wonders if maybe you are concussed. He can’t remember the last time you two sat closer than three feet and didn’t wanna kill each other the entire time. It’s nice, he thinks. 

Within the hour, he too is clocking out; BB-8 and autopilot take over and for a cycle or two, you both actually get some decent sleep.

And then. you wake up to the warning wail of another set of alarms.

This time, the shadow that looms over takes the cockpit tells you that you spoke too soon.

No one would want to jack this ship, your ass.

#punchy #poe dameron x reader #poe dameron imagine #poe dameron x you #poe dameron fic #star wars imagine #poe dameron reader insert #Anonymous

[chuffyfan87]

Hiding. Part 43a

Cowritten with @disastrousintention.

-x-

The first couple of weeks passed without further incident mostly due to the two couples avoiding each other. However Louis had insisted that they all went out for the day at a local zoo - his favourite place to visit. So that was how the four adults and six children found themselves stood by the zoo's main entrance on the Tuesday morning.

“Please can we all just get on for Louis’ sake?” Charlie asked as he eyeballed Baz.

"I'll be civil if she stays out of my way." Baz hissed.

“Fine!”

Duffy sighed as Charlie walked back over towards her. If she was honest she would've rather stayed in bed but she knew how important this trip was to Louis. "What's she said now?"

“That she’ll be civil as long as you stay out of her way.” He sighed and rolled his eyes.

"Fine by me!" Duffy groused, swallowing a yawn.

“Tired sweetheart?” He asked.

"I'm fine." She forced a smile. "Don't fuss, let's have a good day for the kids' sakes."

“You look exhausted.” He said to her and kissed her cheek. “Too much excitement.”

"Thanks." She glared at him.

“Still beautiful though!”

She smiled and then pulled away slightly as he put his arms around her waist.

“What’s wrong?” He asked.

"Let's not antagonise her, eh?"

Charlie groaned softly but nodded, agreeing not to antagonise Baz.

They finally reached the entrance gate and paid the fee before heading into the zoo.

Louis couldn’t control his excitement and neither could the other children!

Trying to stop the children running off in different directions proved to be a military operation.

The twins decided they wanted to go see the farmyard animals. "Please!!" They begged.

Charlie went with the twins to see the farm animals.

Duffy watched Charlie and the twins walking away, grateful not to have to join them but at the same time she could feel Baz's eyes boring into her. "Emily, boys, what do you fancy going to see?"

“Lions!” Emily replied with a giggle.

"OK, let's go see the lions." Duffy smiled.

Unfortunately they arrived at the lion enclosure just as feeding time was beginning. The stench of raw meat hit Duffy like a train, causing her stomach to lurch. She swallowed back the nausea and tried to keep her breathing shallow and through her mouth. Now was not the time to be sick!

Peter watched his mum closely and frowned. “Are you ok?” He asked, noticing his mum had gone very very pale!

She swallowed once more. "I'm fine, just a bit tired that's all."

“You look really pale!”

"You are worse than your father for fussing sometimes Peter!"

“I can’t help it.” Peter replied.

Emily was standing on her tiptoes to try and see the lions chase the food. "Mama up!" She whined.

Duffy sighed as she picked her daughter up, struggling to get a good grip on her as the little girl was wriggling so much.

Emily was wriggling all over the place, making it harder for Duffy to keep a hold of her.

"Emily please! I'm going to drop you if you don't stop!"

Emily stopped almost instantly.

After a few minutes Duffy began to look around, hoping that Charlie and the twins would rejoin them soon as, despite her small stature, Emily was getting heavy to hold.

Almost like he could sense she needed him, Charlie returned with the twins.

The girls came running over, full of excitement over what they'd seen.

“Mummy! Mummy!!” The twins shouted.

She stumbled back slightly as they collided into her legs.

“Oops daisy.” The twins said in unison. Charlie frowned seeing how pale Duffy still was. “What’s wrong? You’ve gone white.” He whispered.

Duffy was distracted by the girls giggling and gossiping together. She absentmindedly rubbed her lower back and ran her hand through her hair as she yawned. "Hmm?"

“You look so tired.” He replied. “Maybe a nap when we get back?”

"Seriously will everyone stop telling me how awful I look? I am aware that I look like shit thanks!" She hissed.

“Baby!”

Her eyes went wild as she glared at him and then nervously glanced around the others in their group. "Just drop it Charlie!"

“Fine!” He sighed sadly.

They moved on to look at some other animals but the atmosphere remained tense. It then came time to go for lunch. The kids ran straight for the nearest fast food stand. Charlie was silent. Just focusing on the children.

Duffy let Charlie organise the kids getting lunch, hoping that he wouldn't notice that she wasn't eating.

He noticed but didn’t comment. She’d already ripped his head off once before.

Unfortunately Baz didn't have the same sense. "You still trying to lose weight? I would've thought you would've given that up as a lost cause years ago!" She sneered.

"No... I..." Duffy stuttered, unsure how to answer.

“Baz! Quit with your childish behaviour will you?!” Charlie snapped.

"Fine!" Duffy grabbed the burger from the table and took a large bite, glaring at Baz as she did so.

“You always have to ruin everything, don’t you?!” Charlie said to Baz, “You’re never happy unless you’re bringing someone down. And you wonder why I never stayed faithful? Maybe it was because you are a sour cow who’s goal is to be better than everyone!”

Duffy wasn't listening to Charlie, she was too focused on proving a point to Baz. She'd barely finished eating when she realised what a mistake that had been.

He watched Duffy as she legged it from the table to the nearest bathroom.

"Well, that's a good example to set to the kids." Baz remarked sarcastically.

“She’s not bulimic.” Charlie replied sharply.

"I wasn't suggesting she was." Baz replied suspiciously.

“But you were insinuating it.”

"Well why else would she be puking after eating?"

Charlie shrugged.

Suddenly a thought hit Baz. "No!" She gasped.

“What?”

"Oh you've got to be kidding me..!" Baz muttered as she stormed off in the direction of the toilets.

Duffy looked up from where she was lent over the sink as the door flew open.

“You’re pregnant?” Baz asked, although she’d already knew the answer.

"No." Duffy replied weakly.

“Of course you are.”

"Its probably just something I ate. I've felt lousy for a couple of days."

“Are you and Charlie trying for a baby?”

"No." She lied. She dried her hands and heading back towards the door, hoping Baz would drop her interrogation.

“Maybe you should do a test to be on the safe side?” Baz suggested, her tone softening slightly.

"Like you care. Just leave me alone." Duffy replied as she headed back over to the rest of the group.

Baz sighed and returned to the table and rest of the group.

Charlie’s hand squeezed Duffy's knee, reassuringly. Now wasn’t the time to ask her about the sickness.

Peter looked anxiously from one parent to the other. He really wanted to make sure his mum was OK but was nervous to speak.

“Are you ok, Peter?”’ Charlie asked.

The lad nodded. "Mum?"

Duffy forced a smile. "I'm OK." She attempted to reassure him.

Peter nodded but didn’t believe his mum. He was worried. He pushed the plate of food away, “I’m not hungry anymore.” He said.

"You need to eat something Peter. Please!"

“I’m not hungry. I feel sick.”

"Charlie can you go with him?" Duffy asked.

He nodded and went with Peter to the bathroom.

Once they reached the bathroom Peter turned to his dad. "Are we still pretending in front of the others then?"

“What do you mean?” Charlie asked.

"I'm not stupid."

Charlie smiled sadly and pulled his son into a hug. “I don’t even know myself yet, Peter.”

"I was starting to hope you'd talked her out of it." Peter admitted.

“You don’t want your mum to have another baby?”

"Not if she's gunna get really sick again."

“I know.” Charlie sighed, “We’ll be okay. I promise.”

"You don't believe that any more than I do."

“Your mum and I have faced many, many challenges and we’re still together, aren’t we?”

"I suppose." Peter shrugged.

“Your mum’s probably just feeling worse because we’re in a new country.”

Peter nodded and walked back outside.

Charlie sighed. “Love you son.” He said quietly.

Peter stopped and looked back over his shoulder, a shy acknowledging smile on his face.

Charlie caught his son’s eye and smiled.

The next couple of hours passed without further incident, though to Duffy it felt like time had gone into slow motion.

Soon it was time to say goodbye and head off home, in opposite directions. Once the children were home, dressed and in bed and asleep, Charlie insisted that Duffy had an early night.

"Please stop fussing, I'm fine!" She insisted as she sat on the edge of their bed.

“You’re pregnant.”

"No I'm not!" She insisted weakly.

“The tiredness, paleness, mood swings, the sickness.” He replied, listing off her symptoms.

"I was sick once." She countered.

He sat down beside her and rubbed her lower back, “I’m sorry if I annoyed you earlier.”

"When?"

“All day.” He smiled.

"You didn't. I was just tired and grouchy. If anything I should be saying sorry to you."

“It’s ok. It’s fine, honestly.” He kissed her cheek and smiled.

"Is Peter OK?"

“Yes honey.”

"He really thought we'd fall for that feeling sick routine? He should know we can spot a chancer a mile off!"

Charlie laughed, “He worries about you.”

"You're as bad as each other!"

Charlie shrugged. “I can’t help it.”

"So I've noticed." She chewed her lip.

“I love you, Duffy.”

"I love you too." She lent forward to kiss him but just before their lips met she pulled back and dashed from the room.

#chuffy #charlie and duffy #charlie fairhead #lisa duffin

[benjikarofsky]

Oh What A Night || Para

WHO: Benji Karofsky (@benjikarofsky) and Franco Del Rio (@southsidefranco). Mentions Topher Pierce (@topherxpierce​).

WHERE: NS Italian Restaurant

WHEN: 29th March 2019

NOTES: Trying a new approach, Benji throws caution to the wind and asked Franco out on a date; what starts out rocky, ends with neither man regretting their decision to say “yes”.

TRIGGERS: Smut Warning (sectioned off with: ‘~*~*~*~*~’ for skippability **kinks listed at the beginning of smut section**); descriptions of kidnapping and discussion of the emotional toll after the fact; vague drug mentions

BOLD: Benji

ITALIC: Franco

WORD COUNT: 4588

Benji was waiting outside the Italian restaurant of Franco's choice, a single rose behind his back. If he was honest with himself, these last two weeks had been a rollercoaster and not even he could have predicted that it would end in two people (who may or may not hate each other) attempting to go on a date. 

vvHowever, if Franco really didn't mind this whole "'being used' to  help Benji get over Topher" plan that he suggested, Benji figured the least he could do was change up his attempts at moving on. From what he could tell, a worst-case scenario would be the date being a bust, while best-case was it being the opposite; there didn't seem to really be much to lose.

Franco was waiting for a punchline from Benji. He didn't believe the guy was asking him on an actual date for a second and he kinda thought it was a joke until he got to the restaurant and saw Benji standing there, looking good in a leather jacket, one of his weaknesses when it came to guys. He looked down at his own outfit wondering if maybe he should have tried harder. 

He quickly checked his pockets, his keys, phone, cigarettes all there. He'd come out without his drugs tonight because, he'd no intention of staying late. The moment his hands started to shake or his head started to hurt he was gunna be a goner. He approached Benji and smirked, "Well well well, how the tables have turned".

Benji ducked his head, suddenly starting to regret this decision. He considered somehow digging himself out of this by pretending it was a joke or something, but as he saw Franco walk up, he decided there was nothing wrong with trying. And although the Karofskys did not share many family values, one of the few they did have was that if they were going to try something, they were going to try their hardest. 

"Very funny, Franco," Benji responded, revealing the rose from behind his back and jutting it out to him. "You look very handsome. ...Wanna head inside? Our reservation's in 5 minutes."

Franco watched as Benji gave him the rose and his eyes widened as he choked back the laugh that wanted to escape his lips. He was not expecting a rose, "Benji, you got me a flower, I didn't realise you cared so much" he smirked, taking the flower and twirling it in his hands, he didn't think he's ever been brought a flower before. 

 He laughed again, "Come on then, let's go and eat some grub, I'm famished", it wasn't a lie, he hadn't been eating properly for many reasons so he was desperate to get some decent food in him.

Benji gave an awkward laugh and nodded, leading the way for the two to go inside. Once they made it to the table, ever the gentleman, Benji pulled Franco's seat out for him before sitting down himself. Not sure exactly how to start a real conversation between the two of them, he grabbed a menu and started to look at it, trying to decide what he wanted. 

 "Um. So... what made you choose this place?"

Franco watched as Benji picked up his menu and smirked at him, "Gotta say, knowing how well you can perform, that leather jacket is fucking hot" he said, not bothering with his own menu. He knew what he wanted, "I picked this place cause I am Italian and I ain't paying".

Benji rolled his eyes, staring at the menu. "Stop it, Franco," he murmured, keeping his voice low. "This is a date, remember? Give it a chance."

Franco smirked again, “So this is a real date? Like you don’t think I’m Topher and playing out some fantasy in your head”

Benji sighed. He knew Franco was probably trying to rile him up, but he refused to have this date devolve into the same routine without at least trying first. "I called you Franco, didn't I?" he replied, flipping the page of the menu, "I asked you out. Asked where you wanted to eat... If I was pretending you were him, I would've taken you to a restaurant he likes."

Franco laughed, “Yeah you might have done but forgive me thinking this is some sort of joke” he finally admitted, looking around, “Last time I saw you, you were pretty hell bent on calling me a whore so, forgive for being confused by this foreign concept”.

"What did I say about talking about that Benji..." he murmured, gently setting down the menu. "You and I both know that's not how I usually am. I want to be romantic. In fact, I prefer it," he admitted, trying to get Franco to look him in the eye.

Franco continued to stare at the table, “I ain’t romantic” he said shrugging his shoulders, “I get my kicks out of being a douchebag and sleeping with people. Hell, I’ve slept with Aaron on days I’ve seen you”.

Benji shrugged. "It's not like we're exclusive or anything, Franc. I mean, you literally offered for me to 'use' you. Who am I to get mad at you for sleeping with people?" He moved his head, still trying to catch his eyes. 

"Hey..." he started, his voice low, "if this is too much, we can just forget it. We can grab a burger and I'll walk you home. ...Maybe this was stupid of me to suggest..."

Franco finally looked up and sighed, "No. Its not too much. I just didn't expect it too be real". He gulped and laughed, "I think if I asked the people I wanted to on a date, they'd laugh in my face". He nodded at the menu, "Know what you're having? I'm starved".

"Yeah, I do," Benji replied, barely audible. When a waiter made their way over to the table, the two made quick work of ordering food, then passed off the menus to the waiter as they left. "So. I guess... you should tell me about yourself?" Benji asked, not sure exactly what to say. "Like... what do you like to do with your free time?"

Franco rolled his eyes but felt his hand move to his elbow, "Not much" he nodded, "I used to box which got me out of a situation before but then that bit me on the ass" he said his thoughts trailing to the kidnapping. He sighed, "Quite often now I stay inside, afraid of my own shadow" he breathed quietly

Benji nodded; from what he could tell, this had already been the longest interaction between the two of them that didn't appear to be sex-related. "I didn't know you boxed... and I'm sorry you're not able to leave home a lot nowadays. If you wanted, we could spar together sometime? I know enough about boxing to hold my own, at least."

Franco shook his head at the offer, "I don't often allow myself to box against others. I'm quite dangerous once I get going. I used to have this massive stance on no fighting but I guess, when you go through what I did, you lose sight on what you believe".

Benji frowned, trying to use his words carefully. "...Just because you change based on a situation doesn't mean you've lost sight of your beliefs," he explained, slowly realizing he needed to hear this as much as Franco did. "Beliefs... codes... morals... those are all a great starting place, I think. Like, they're a great way to help you realize what you think is important. ...But they're also stiff and rigid. And you know what isn't? Life." He sighed. "You can't get mad at yourself for adjusting to life and it's fuckery... Just because your box of values doesn't fit through every shape life shoves you through doesn't me you've lost sight of them."

Franco didn't know why he was talking about this, he hadn't really spoken to any one about what happened to him since it had happened, "Life didn't just throw me through a small circle Benji" he said, using the shape analogy, "It through me through a circle which had metal spikes sticking out waiting to hurt me". He looked back down at the table, "I don't know how people get life back on track after something like that happens".

Benji nodded; he was surprised Franco was having this conversation with him, but he was happy it was happening--he didn't think he had ever seen Franco vulnerable before. "I know you've heard this a lot, but... it takes time. And there's no step-by-step guide on healing because people are so different. The best you can do is talk things out and look for ways to help yourself heal. The flashbacks and the memories... they'll probably never disappear completely, but they'll come less frequently and on the occasions that they do come back, you'll know how to cope with, and grow from, them."

Franco noticed that his hands were shaking again. He bit his lip and swiftly moved them so they were under his legs, pushing weight down on them. He gulped, "I mean, I have been sleeping at night and not having the nightmares recently but there is a lot of weed and a lot of alcohol behind that". He sighed and looked up to Benji's his eyes filled with sadness, "I'm sorry, I'm ruining... whatever this is. I've just never had someone to really talk to about it".

Benji shook his head, being sure to never let his eye contact falter. "I'll level with you, Franco. I wasn't expecting anything in particular to come out of this, so you're not ruining anything. We're talking. About things that are important. And if that's what you need from me, I'd much rather be that then whatever you were classifying me as before now," he admitted. 

He took a deep breath before continuing: "I think you and I both know that self-medicating isn't a healthy way to get through this, so I'm not gonna even bug you by hammering on that. But... talking to someone. That's a good first step for replacing bad coping habits with better ones. View that as a victory. You're gonna have a lot of small ones before you start seeing the larger ones."

Franco nodded at the words. Benji was meant to be a quick fuck, someone he slept with when one of them was mad but this, this was different and it felt kind of nice. He sighed, "You know, after it all happened, I nearly quit The Serpents". He still thought he would, especially when Dare found out what he was doing, "A serpent never shows cowardice" he breathed out, "Darius found me, as cowardly as they come. No fight in me, nearly dead and covered in my own urine". He didn't know why he was saying this but he felt his eyes sting as he tried to hide the tears.

Benji placed his hand on Franco’s, gently rubbing his thumb against Franco’s knuckles. “Hey...” he said softly. “Topher was Serp for a while, and I have my opinions on it, but I also know that it’s a family. And you deserve to have a family.” He paused there. Wanting to stress that statement. 

“Also, you didn’t show cowardice. You lived. You lived through something that is the work of most people’s deepest nightmares. And you know what? You refused to let that defeat you. You worked yourself up from one of the lowest, scariest points that I honestly can’t even imagine. And sure, you’re not finished yet, and recovery takes time, but if you really think that refusing to let this defeat you shows anything besides unparalleled strength and bravery…” he shook his head, then grabbed Franco’s hand, moving his head to try to meet the man’s eyes. “Then let me say it for you: You are brave, Franco. You. Are. Brave.”

Franco had heard this all before. Hell, even Darius had said it too him many times both when he was in hospital and when he'd gotten out and very nearly quit the Serpents but, it didn't make it better. It didn't make him want to stop numbing the pain. He shook his head, trying to rid his face of all emotion, "What happened to me, I would never even wish on my worst enemy but yeah, I did fight and I did come back from it but I wouldn't call it brave, I'd call it survival" he finished. He dropped his gaze to their hands, "Can we talk about something else now?"

Benji nodded, not taking his hands off Franco's. "We can talk about something else, sure. But I wanna say one more thing: It's not just survival. It's survival of the fittest." 

 When Benji finished his sentence, the waiter came and dropped off their food, leaving Benj to give a delighted "Oo!". He didn't eat Italian food much, but this food did look particularly good. "Y'know, Italian was a good idea. Although, Greek is good too." he teased.

Franco watched as the waiter brought their food over and looked longingly at his plate. He hadn't eaten properly in days, forgoing  food for his other addictions. He looked next to the plate and saw the rose, "Greek is OK, but nothing beats a proper Italian". He picked up the rose, "This, was a really cute addition. "

Benji smiled, a slight blush apparent on his face. "I wanted to be a gentleman... Besides, you're worth it," he added, his voice barely audible.

Franco couldn't help the smirk that spread across his face at Benji's words. He bit his lip and scoffed, "I'm worth it?" he asked, "Man, I never I thought I'd hear you say that. And to think, I set out tonight tonight to get you all riled up".

Benji ducked his head, a blush apparent on his face. "Something like that..." he murmured. At Franco's next statement, Benji tilted his head. "Really?" he questions, "Why?"

Franco shrugged his shoulders, taking a bite of his food, his eyes fluttering at the incredible taste, "I just assumed this was some joke" he began to explain, "Like you didn't really want to date me you were just trying to fill a gap so I was gunna push you until you wanted to fuck again".

Benji shrugged. "I mean... I guess I'd be lying if I said I didn't want to fill a gap. I definitely do want to get over Toph, and wanting to get over him definitely was a deciding factor on considering asking you out, but..." he took a breath, his voice low but serious, "I decided to approach the date with an open mind and really go on a date with you. And I'm glad I did. You're... you're more than I gave you credit for."

Franco laughed, shaking his head, "Please for the love of God get that impression out of your head" he said, his eyes never leaving Benji's face, "I am and always will be an absolute asshole but I'm trying my hardest to behave at the moment".

~*~*~*~*~

Kink warning: Semi-public, foreplay/over-the-clothes rubbing, footsie/foot play, domination, teasing; ‘blink-and-you’ll-miss-it’ versions of the following: begging.

"I'm an asshole too, Franco. You know that. You act like you can't be an asshole and still be an okay person." He took a bite of his food before smiling and gently running his foot down Franco's leg, the tablecloth covering the view. "...Who said you had to behave?"

Franco smirked but his eyes widened a little when he felt Benji under the table. He looked around the restaurant and raised an eyebrow at him, "Dude, what are you doing?" he asked, he wouldn't lie, this was hot but he'd never been so public about anything.

Benji shrugged, trailing his foot higher up Franco's leg. "You said you were trying to behave. I'm showing you you don't have to," he whispered, eating casually while his leg did the opposite under the tablecloth. "If you hate it, just tell me."

Franco felt his eyes flutter a little, "I meant trying not to make you angry" he explained, taking a bite of his food, "But this, I think I'm quite enjoying it" he breathed, his hand reaching up and messing with the bandana around his neck, it making him feel a bit hot under the collar.

Benji smirked, finally putting his foot down. "Y'know, you don't have to make me angry. You could just like... call me," he whispered. "Are you okay?" he questioned, tilting his head.

Franco bit his lip and nodded, "I just assume you did the calling" he breathed out. He nodded, "Why wouldn't I be? I'm just, this is hot".

"Just wanted to check," he whispered, lifting up his fork to take another bite. As he did, he lifted his foot and trailed it up Franco's leg and to his crotch, gently brushing against it.

Franco went to take another bite of his food but he felt Benji's foot brush against his crutch and he dropped his fork, looking around, "Fuck" he whispered under his breath, "This is good".

"Franco..." Benji hummed, slowly moving his foot up and down Franco's length. "Something wrong?" he teased.

Franco took a deep breath as he ate another bite of his dinner, "You aren't playing fair Benji" he breathed

"You said you wanted to rile me up," he whispered, his foot moving painstakingly slow, "Now it's my turn."

Franco gulped his hands gripping the edge of the table, "I wanted to make you angry so you'd fuck me. I didn't plan to give you a boner at the dinner table".

"Oh, I will. Don't worry," he replied, his foot moving a little faster, "I'm just reminding you who's in charge first." 

At that moment, he pressed his full foot against Franco's crotch and gently rocked it. "Trying to get me worked up so you get what you want... Bad boy, Franco," he reprimanded, still appearing just be simply eating his food.

Franco took another deep breath, as he tried to eat another bite, "Always in charge" he whispered as he ate. Franco gripped the table hard trying to stop the audible gasp leaving his lips, "I'll literally do whatever you want" he breathed, "Anything" he practically begged as he bit down on his lip, his eyes never leaving the table.

"Well, it sounds like you finally learned how to beg, so I won't make you do that," he purred, going back to simply tracing Franco's length with his toes. "Apologize for being a bad boy--" he picked up the pace a bit-- "then I'll massage your little problem away and we can finish our date normally," he smirked, "minus your pants being a little sticky."

Franco nodded, "I'll still do anything" he whispered. He gulped and bit his lip, "I'm sorry I was bad" he breathed out, "I can't help it around you".

"You will later," Benji assured, starting to rock his full foot against Franco's crotch again. He gradually picked up the pace as he talked. "But we were having such a nice, wholesome date, and I wanna get back to that, so let's fix your little problem," he teased, rocking even faster.

Franco gripped the table even harder as he dropped his head to his chest and bit down on his lip as he felt himself cum in his pants. His cheeks flushed red from how quickly he'd been able to release, "Fuck Benji".

Benji smirked and took a bite of his food, finally setting his foot back down. "What do you say?"

Franco took a bite if this food and sip of his drink, "Thank you" he breathed out, his eyes looking down at his plate

~*~*~*~*~

Benji was about to go back to eat his food as normal when he noticed Franco looking down. "...Was it too much?" asked, his tone nervous.

Franco shook his head, "No it was just a first for me. I've never done anything in public like that".

Benji frowned. "I should've asked earlier. I'm sorry. I just... got worked up," he admitted. "I won't do it again."

Franco laughed, "I thought your were just showing me who is boss" he muttered taking another bite of food

Benji smiled, holding back a small laugh himself. "Fine. Maybe I was showing you who's boss because you succeeded in getting me worked up again..." he set down his fork to look at him. "Seriously though: if you never want me to do that again, tell me."

Franco smiled over at Benji, "Look, if I'd wanted you to stop I'd have told you too" he admitted, "But it was hot Benji"

"Good," Benji replied, a smile stuck on his face. "HaShem... You really know how to push my buttons, don't you?"

Franco took another bite of his food and shrugged his shoulders, "I didn't even try this time" he said, a cocky smirk on his face, "Hell what would you have done if I'd tried"

"We probably would've had to get the food to-go," he half-joked, picking at his food while he talked. "I'm having a great time."

Franco laughed a little and nodded, "Yeah well, this Definitely is not how I expected this evening to do" he smiled. He noticed, his hands were shaking, his cravings, although there weren't as strong as they normally were, "I'm having a good time too".

Benji couldn't help but smile, happy to hear Franco was getting something out of this too. "So," Benji started, taking another bite of his food before continuing. "We've had the serious stuff. We've had the--" he cleared his throat--"stuff. Now we have to talk about something fun! Tell me something about you that I wouldn't know. Like, for me, I speak three languages."

Franco smiled back and nodded, "It's crazy but for a moment there, you kind of made me forget" he admitted. He didn't know how it had happened but it had. He thought about the question, "Erm, not really that much to tell about me. You know I box. Maybe that I actually have a sister".

"You do?" Benji asked, legitimately curious. "How come I've never heard of her?" After a second, he batted the question away. "Wait no. I asked for something about you. I wanna hear something about you."

Franco nodded, "Yeah Isabella Del Rio" he smiled, "I don't talk about her cause I don't have contact with her". He sighed and shrugged his shoulders, "I don't know Benji, I can't think of anything you don't know about me" he said, but it was lie, he could admit to the drugs here but he really didn't want to.

Benji squinted dramatically at Franco, unable to completely remove the smile from his face. "So you're telling me: I'm supposed to just leave this date without hearing one fun thing about you that I couldn't already guess?" He picked up his glass and playfully said, "Hmm. Guess this isn't going as well as I thought," before taking a large sip.

Franco sighed, "Erm,I don't know. Would it counts if I told you I used to be a sugar boy" he said turning his head away, embarrassed. He heard Benjis last words and couldn't stop the disappointment on his face, "I'm sorry".

Benji was about to comment on Franco's bombshell, but stopped short when he saw Franco's face. "Franc... I was teasing you," he clarified, setting his cup back down. "Don't apologize to me. I'm having a great time." With that out of the way, he turned his attention back to the bombshell at hand: "You used to be a sugar baby?! Why?"

Franco breathed a sigh of relief, "Yeah sorry I just, didn't want to disappoint you" he smiled. He bit his lip and looked down at the table, his cheeks red with embarrassment, "I just liked being brought nice things and having sex every once in a while".

Benji bit his lip and played with the food on his plate, staying silent for a moment while he thought. After what felt like an eternity, he finally replied: "I could... do that for you. At least semi-nice things. But... not because I want a power dynamic. Just... because I like talking and spending time with you ...and doing other things with you. ...even if you rile me up," he added, his voice barely audible.

Franco smirked and shook his head, "That was a while back" he admitted, "I mean it was nice to have money and food and stuff but the kinky stuff he liked, the idea of it now freaks me out a little. I mean, I can cope with hands pining me down but everything else, after the kidnapping, I just can't".

Benji nodded, not taking his eyes off his plate of food. "I'll keep that in mind..." he said softly, wanting to at least acknowledge what Franco said. In an attempt to turn the conversation back to a more positive note, he smiled and said, "did you know there's a dating website to find sugar daddies now? It's called, like, 'A Sugar Daddy For Me dot com' or something... And that wasn't even the weirdest dating website I found."

Franco smiled and laughed, "I bet you signed up right away" he joked, "I'm lucky that I've not needed dating websites to hook up with people".

Benji smirked. "Yup. You know me so well." He shrugged slightly, "hookups are nice. And easy to find. The only time you'll need a dating app for more hookups is if you get bored with the guys you're already hooking up with."

Franco laughed, "I got you and I got Aaron Hummel, I'm not getting bored any time soon" he smiled, eating more of his food

"And don't forget that you're not done with me tonight yet," he whispered, giving a flirty smile.

Franco smiled and nodded, "Yeah, the night is still very young" he breathed. It was this moment he felt his hands start to shake again and he moved them back under his legs, "This food is good, been a while since I enjoyed a good meal".

Benji looked down at his meal, then back up at Franco. "I agree. I'm not huge on Italian food usually, but even I'll admit that this is particularly good." He lowered his voice slightly before continuing, "I'll bring you new tupperwares of food later tonight when I get back to campus, okay?"

Franco smiled and nodded, "I appreciate the food" he said, "It's been a long adjustment coming from a family with some money to having literally nothing".

Benji couldn't help but frown slightly; he had forgotten to check in with Franco around the time that the stash of food he brought him was supposed to run out and he felt guilty. How long have Franco been going hungry? "Whenever you need more, just call me, okay? You don't have to wait for me to remember."

Franco shrugged his shoulders, "It's not like I’ve starved Benji" he said, "I have the money to buy bread and things like that". He continued to eat and smiled, "This is just a massive rarity".

"Well..." he looked down at his plate, not really enough food left to use as something to play with as he thought. "...Maybe this could happen again?"

Franco finished his food and nodded, "I'm not really the dating kind of guy but, sure... I'd love to date you again".

Benji smiled brightly. "Perfect. Can't wait."

#Franco #para #para4

[shewhowantsmouseears]

wizards of mickey magicstone

Well the “aaaaays” have it. Before I begin, a little bit about Wizards of Mickey for those who are wondering what the hell that is and that is essential to understanding what I thought up.

Short version is, a short-lived Disney series about a fantasy AU where everyone's a wizard. Everyone's a wizard, EVERYONE, pluto's got magic, fuck even the dragons were wizards. Anyway, Magica and two original characters for the comic were recurring villains – Neraja, the hot tall one, who's boyfriend got turned into a beast, and Garma, the old short one, who just wanted power. Magica, no great shock, wanted money. These three teamed up to join a tournament but good lord they hated each other, pretty much constantly back-stabbing each other and making you wonder why they thought this was a goddamn good idea at all.

Anyway, as for Gladstone, he didn't really have a role, so far as I remember. Just a panel appearance where he tried to woo Daisy in a flashback, and that was about it. Thus, it lets me headcanon like hell.

Get it? Got it? Good, onto the ideas, under the cut because knowing me this is gunna get long.

Long after the tournament, the three witches are still looking for ways to obtain their goals, reluctantly sticking together. Traveling in the desert, Magica spots a body in one of the dunes, and heads on over, thinking maybe there's a wallet she can grab, with the other two witches following suit. But when she kneels down to check him over, he momentarily wakes, dizzily says “You're... beautiful” then passes back out.

(A few studio ghibli fans just squinted and look it's a cute as hell intro SUE ME)

Magica and Neraja are more than willing to just keep going, but Garma gives him a once-over with her magic and gasps in shock – this man is magically gifted with magicells! (“... with what” “OH MY GOD DON'T YOU TWO EVER LISTEN WHEN I TEACH YOU THINGS”) In other words, he can become a familiar! (“... a what” “GODDAMMIT COME ON”) Garma explains that the man has a rare magical anomaly called “magicells” where every single cell of his body is amplified with powerful magic, making him stronger than the average user. This kind of phenomenon is a one in a million chance, but as a result it can be hard to control and takes a physical toll on him. If a witch/warlock could make him their familiar, the witch/warlock's own magical power would increase ONE HUNDRED FOLD! HOT DAMN LET'S DO THIS -

Except, Garma points out, there are two conditions. First, a familiar can only be assigned to one person. Second, the to-be-familiar has to sign a physical contract willingly with their own blood, the name of the witch/warlock they will belong to. They decide to figure out how later and drag him to their makeshift home, each one planning to make the guy their own familiar. Magica tries to scheme – Neraja's a real beauty, so she can't beat her there (and assumes that when the guy was saying “you're beautiful” he meant Neraja), and Garma's the powerhouse, so she can't work there either. So, take away seduction and fear... pity and guilt, that's the ticket! Magica reads the man's mind, and poofs herself into his ideal woman (the matilda look!)

The man eventually regains consciousness, calling himself Gladstone Gander. He'd been heading to his uncle's kingdom when the magicells took their toll on him and he passed out sooner than expected. He's... very suspicious of these women who keep fighting over his company, though they don't tell him why. He's got a twisted ankle they refuse to heal, so he has to wait out. Neraja's seduction tactics don't work on him (helps that her beast boyfriend keeps getting jealous and dragging him away) and Garma doesn't scare him, since his good luck keeps saving his hide. In comes Magica, making up a sob story about how she's forced to work for those two in a Cinderella situation, which Gladstone only partially buys.

“I'll take such good care of you, poor dear~! How about a cup of tea~?”

“Hm, yeah, that'd be nice.” “Okay, I'll-”

“With a pinch of sugar, a dallop of milk, and you've got honey, don't you?” “... Uh, yeah, I can-”

“And don't forget the lemon squeeze, and then you can fluff my pillows, and how about getting some music in here?”

“... /URGE TO MURDER RISES/”

So, yeah, no surprise, Gladstone is a goddamn terrible houseguest, driving them all up the wall. But that allows him to see the 'real' Magica when she loses her temper, and bit by bit he actually does begin to feel sorry for her. When his leg is healed, he asks Magica why she doesn't just... up and leave these two. Magica pauses – why DOESN'T she leave these nutjobs? They keep trying to kill each other, and they constantly get in the way. So she slips Neraja and Garma sleeping spells in their drinks, and escapes with him. She's still determined to get him as a familiar, so she's not leaving his side anytime soon.

As they journey to Scrooge's kingdom, it's backstory time! Gladstone reveals he's been used time and time again for his “good luck”, a.k.a his magicells, so he's pretty much given up on having any meaningful relationships. (And having a job, but that's just because he's fucking lazy) Magica admits that she grew up poor, and her parents tried to marry her off to a rich man so they could move up in society. Young Magica said “screw this” and took off, deciding that if she was going to be rich, it'd be by her own terms and her own happiness. Gladstone is wondering why Magica is still sticking around him if he's not trying to use her, and she keeps lying, saying she wants to be his friend. Of course, day by day, it becomes a little less of a lie...

Kingdom get! While Magica is trying to think of a way to make Gladstone sign the contract, she spots Neraja and Garma in the corner of her eye! Crap, they must have chased after them to get Gladstone!! But if Gladstone knows they were followed, he'd suspect something was up!!! She has to distract him and make sure the women pass on by, WHAT DO?! In a moment of desperation, she does the classic trick, the Fake Out Make Out – yanking in Gladdy for a big ol' smooch while the women walk on by, oblivious to the couple. Magica will apologize later, once it's over... and... uh... why is it... not over yet...???

Little hard to do the Fake Out part when the other partner isn't faking – Gladstone is returning the hell out of that kiss, much to Magica's shock (and enjoyment let's be real here) and when they finally remember to breathe, he asks to see the REAL her – yeah, he put two and two together that the black-haired beauty and the blonde in front of him are one and the same. Magica flusters WAIT A SECOND I THOUGHT BLONDES WERE YOUR TYPE??? “a guy can have more than one type :3” well isn't this awkward. Gladstone still hasn't figured out the familiar deal and Magica's finding it harder to talk about it.

They stay in Gladstone's place, and Magica has to leave just to get her thoughts together and understand what's going in her head. But Neraja sees Magica leaving, and sees a chance to get Gladstone for herself! She magically disguises herself as Magica (except in super sexy clothes) and strolls back in to seduce Gladstone, who is VERY STARTLED BY AMGICA IN SEXY CLOTHES BUT NOT REALLY COMPLAINING BECAUSE HE'S THE WORST. Thankfully Poe, Magica's raven, notices something's amiss, especially with that familiar beast outside – he nicks a piece of fur from its back and flies for his mistress, who instantly understands and runs back! Gladstone, meanwhile, is starting to get an idea that something's not right (NOOO REALLY) but Neraja's got her magic set in him now, good and hypnotized, ready to sign the contract... when Magica bursts in GET YOUR HANDS OFF HIM and magic battle! Which... blows off a wall, sorry Gladstone you didn't need that, right??? But all this destruction catches Garma's attention, and she summons up painful vines to trap Magica, Neraja and Gladstone.

Pained consent is still consent, right? Details shmetails. Garma uses the vines to give Gladstone pain while telling him that Magica was using him all alone for the contract deal, much to Magica's anguish, since she can't really deny it. Gladstone hands his head... bitterly laughs... of course... why should this have been different? … Hey, Garma, whatever your name is... if I sign this thing of yours... can you erase my memories...?

Yeah sure, why not. Garma holds up the magic contract, pricking Gladstone's finger, watching him sign. Magica screams, having never been so angry in her life... why couldn't you two HAVE LEFT WELL ENOUGH ALONE?! In fact, she gets so pissed off she breaks free from the vines and begins DELIVERING THE PAIN TO GARMA. Neraja manages to catch a glimpse at the contract, and what a surprise – Gladstone spelled Magica's name instead! So his power is being shared with hers! Awww. Also oh fuck because she's nexy, with Magica finally kicking both of them out of the kingdom and threatening to RIP THE FLESH FROM THEIR BONES IF SHE EVER SEES THEM AGAIN!

… and once she calms down, uh, wait, why did you sign my name, aren't you mad as hell at me??? For using you??? Yes, yes he is, but he figured if hes going to be used by someone, it may as well be with the “cute one”. GOD GLADSTONE YOU ARE ANNOYING AS HELL she's not blushing shut the hell up. … oh and scrooge wants to know WHY HIS KINGDOM HAS A FUCKING HUGE HOLE IN IT so here come adventures where Magica and Gladstone have to travel around and pay him back oops.

… sometime later when reading Gladstone learns that the “familiar spell” wasn't originally called that, and thousands of years ago it was a ritual so that a witch/warlock could share their power with their significant other as a way to help those they loved most – in other words, it was a wedding ritual. Uh... let's not tell Magica that for a while...

(the end hope you enjoyed it, now off I go to think of a witch/incubus magicstone nonsense and mickeyminnie pinocchio au I don't know how to think normally)

#disney #wizards of mickey #magicstone #magica de spell #gladstone gander

[wroteasongabouther]

fratboy!harry - part 16

LONGEST PART IN FRATBOY SO FAR WOW!!! a lot happens too.. so this part sorta moves along through the months of november and december for our lovely couple.. and it’s full of some ups and down and some smut of course what else is new lol.. hope you all enjoy, give me some feedback! (spoiler alert: rocky roads and drama ahead)

fratboy!harry tag >> story page

With November coming to an end, the weather here in Arizona felt that way too. You hug your oversized sweater to your chest while jogging towards Harry’s house after stepping out of the Uber you had caught here. Tonight was Friendsgiving here at the frat house and couldn’t wait for all the damn good food. Harry had Snapped you videos of Brandon and the other boys switching in to help prepare for tonight.

As you push open the front door, you can hear the rowdy boys seated in the living area. Then you see Kate step in the doorway from the kitchen. She’s got oven mitts on and a grin upon her face at the sight of you.

“Hey,” you say while slipping out of your boots and walking towards her. The two of you hug quick before you follow her further into the kitchen. “How’s the cooking going? It smells amazing in here,” you smile.

“It’s good, god bless this double oven though cause I’ve been baking these pies to be ready for desert and couldn’t wait for that bird to be done,” she explains while pulling out a perfectly brown pie from the top oven.

“Wow, that looks great,”

“Thanks, it’s my grams recipe,” she smiles while setting it onto the counter beside a few others.

“Is Liv coming over tonight still?” You ask while walking over to open the fridge. It’s stocked full, but you only care for a bottled water.

“She’s still pretty sick,” Kate frowns, “I’ve been staying here the past two nights since she’s coughing all night,”

“Oh gross,” you scrunch up your nose.

“Where have you been lately? Haven’t seen you around here,”

“Swamped with midterms and loving the calm of my dorm room,” you say. Kate gives you a ‘fair enough’ shrug before focusing back on her tasks at hand here in the kitchen.

You can hear the boys again, shouting over something. It must be that new video game they’ve been obsessed with. Since you’ve been hiding away in your dorm lately, Harry was fine with it cause it meant he got to game away with his frat brothers without you bothering him. Although you missed sleeping in his bed. His mattress was much more comfortable and you had gotten used to sleeping in it - and you suppose his company every night wasn’t terrible either.

“Is Harry drinking?” You ask Kate.

“They all are,” she rolls her eyes.

You nod and reach into the fridge again to grab your boyfriend a new beer. As you walk through the casual dining room and into the back way of the living room, you see the room is full with each boy who lived here. Even including the one Freshman who you’ve only met once before. His name was Jordan, he was some needy cute little guy who played kicker or something with Eddy. He didn’t drink or anything so he usual stuck in the dark corners during parties. Your first encounter with him was one morning, you had left Harry asleep in bed and was getting an early start before classes. Jordan’s head was stuck in the fridge and he only wear a pair of boxers, it was rather embarrassing.

“Hey baby,” you say while rounding the couch and sitting in Harry’s lap. He didn’t miss a beat, moving his legs closer together and wrapping an arm around your back before grabbing ahold of his controller again.

“Hey,” Harry smiles but his eyes are still on the tv.

You lean into him, cheek pressed against his dark green beanie that was taming his wild mess of hair, and watched him play. Only a minute passed before he dies and tosses the controller into Jordan’s lap, you barely have time to whine as Jordan breathes in sharp and covers his junk from the impact. Harry’s busying you by turning towards you and capturing your lips with his.

“Grabbed you another beer,” you mumble against his lips after the kiss is over. Harry leans back, his brows pulled together while you lift up the bottle of beer for him.

“You’re the best,” he says and takes it from you.

Another while passes by, Harry hand is grasping your grey legging clad thigh while you’re pressed back against his chest and your fingers are playing with the ends of his hair as your arm is wrapped around his shoulders. You’re both watching Jordan beat everyone in this game, you’ve learnt to find watching the boys game to be entertaining by now. Harry let’s out a barking laughter as Jordan kills Eddy and he curses loudly. You chuckle as well, boys and their toys hey?

You gaze towards the large threshold to the foyer as you hear the front door open and close again. You barely catch Jess before she’s rushing into the kitchen. “Sorry I’m late!” She calls out to everyone. The guys let out a joking response and you decide it’s time to get off Harry’s lap and help now.

The three of you girls finish up preparing dinner, Brandon comes in to carve the turkey and then it’s all ready. You raise your voice and shout for everyone that food’s ready. In come the guys, faster than you’ve ever seen them move collectively as a group before. Eddy reaches over you to grab some turkey as you scoop out yams and marshmallows onto your plate.

“Sorry, missy,” he says when you protest his impatience.

You roll your eyes and then get yourself some slices of turkey. Harry tells everyone to sit in the proper dining room, then once everyone seated he gives a short speech. You gaze up at him with a smile as he stands at the head of the table with his beer in the air. Everyone cheers and then it’s finally time to devour the delicious food. It’s not till after clean up and you’re laying in bed with Harry, tummy full of food, that you feel a bit sad.

“This is my first thanksgiving that I won’t be with my family,” you state.

Harry’s laying on his back, eyes closed, as you’re curled up towards him but not on him surprisingly. You watch his chest rise and fall. Had he already fallen asleep? Wouldn’t be the first time you ended up talking to yourself.

“Could come with me,” Harry suggests.

“Yeah, you’re crazy,” you snort. Harry cracks an eye open as you let out a yawn.

“Wouldn’t have to pay a dime,” he shrugs. You shake your head and roll onto your back to stare up at the ceiling. If he really thought you were going to jump on a plane with him and go to England for the Thanksgiving break and let him pay for everything than he was for sure nuts.

“You aren’t even celebrating Thanksgiving,” you state.

Harry doesn’t reply right away. You figure there’s a lot going on in his head. There sure as hell was a lot in yours. He couldn’t seriously mean it when inviting you to come meet his family, could he?

“Fine,” he says and then yawns. You’re eyes are shut as you feel him sling an arm across your stomach and his head rests on your shoulder. “‘M gunna miss yeh while I’m gone,” he admits in a soft voice.

“I’ll miss you too,” you sigh before letting the silence take over the dark room and that food coma hits.

You’ve been sitting in the bleachers for maybe five minutes, just a tad earlier than when Harry said to meet up with him, and enjoying the view while watching him run laps around the track. He’s got on some plain black Nike shorts, white runners, and a grey hoodie that’s got sweat marks down the back and under his arms. Somehow, even though it’s truly disgusting, you’re turned on.

Harry suddenly is sprinting down the last stretch before he comes to a stop and bends at his knees while placing his hands on his knees and takes deep breathes. As he leans back up, hands on his hips now, he glances towards the bleaches and finds you. A smile curls upon your lips and he pushes off his hood and his long hair is pulled up into a small pony. It’s adorable and you wonder if he had stole one of your hair bands.

“Why are you still training so hard? Your season is over,” you say as he slowly makes his way up the metal bleachers and pulls out his Apple pod headphone things - you hated the idea of those things, mostly cause you’d lose them in seconds.

“Thanks for the reminder, babe,” he huffs while leaning to grab ahold of the water bottle you had brought for him.

“Sorry,” you say with a smile in hopes he forgives you. Harry rolls his eyes and then chugs more of the water.

“You should come for a run sometime,” he suggests.

“Yeah, I’ll pass,” you chuckle while standing up.

“Come on,” Harry pesters you while you get closer, his hands land on your hips, “just one hike,” he adds.

“Hike?” you snort, “you’re crazy, H,”

“Have you not hiked up the mountains here?” He asks and you shake your head while fixing the strap of your bralette that you wore under a white tshirt paired with light blue jeans and a flannel - which was actually yours and not Harry’s - tied around your waist.

“I barely make it across campus to my second lecture without getting winded,” you say dramatically.

“So no hike?”

You don’t reply right away as you see the pout on Harry’s face. Stupid bastard, playing wth your heart like a damn toy. You roll your eyes and step out of his grasp, leading the way down the bleachers.

“Fine,” you say over your shoulder, “one hike, an easy one,”

You regretted every word the next day when Harry woke you up before the damn sun was up and had you panting for air while only ten minutes into this so called easy hike. Stopping for yet another time, you chug more water and wipe your brow. Harry turns back around upon realizing you weren’t walking behind him any longer.

“This is torture,” you gasp while tightening the lid of your water bottle. Harry chuckles while you start walking up the hill again.

“It’ll be worth it, little bird, just wait,” he states and then is leading the way again.

The craziest thing was that it wasn’t just you two hiking this thing so early on a Friday morning. Other students ran passed you, making it seem easy - thing was that they, and Harry, are in good shape. Unlike you, who liked to engulf four tacos for dinner and then eat a bag of M&Ms before bed while not doing any sort of physical activity in between. You sigh and focus back on the dirt beneath your runners, at least you got to break out the Nike runners you had bought last year and never worn.

“Almost at the top,” Harry mentions as you try to steady your breath. About five minutes ago he picked up the pace and you honestly could’ve been left in the dust but then you caught sight of some blonde bimbo with a literal face of makeup look back at Harry as she passed by.

“This is it, I’ve hiked the damn hill and now I’ll die here,” you sigh dramatically while shutting your eyes and stopping as you reached the top.

“Oh shut it,” Harry chuckles, “that was nothing,” he adds.

“No need to rub it in, H,” you mumble before opening your eyes and taking in the view. It was gorgeous. Tempe was generally a flat area, so you could see tons of land. Mostly the campus that was just below you. As the sun had now risen and normal people were starting their days, you enjoyed the quiet peaceful moment here at the top of this mountain.

“Don’t know if I’d say this was worth it,” you pause and step up towards Harry, he slides an arm around you and you lean into him, “but it’s nice,” you smile.

“It is isn’t it?” He breathes out.

You glance up and gaze into his eyes, he’s not taking in the view at all. You can’t help but roll your eyes at how cheesy he was. Then you perch up on your toes in order to press your lips to his. The kiss is short and sweet, but it still had your stomach in a case of flutters.

“Since you did this hike for me, I’ll pay for lunch,” he says, you hum out in agreement as you day dream about how nice a burger and fries are gunna taste - night as well get a milkshake too, since you did all this exercise it was only right.

“Oh God,” you moan while your head rolls back into the fluffy pillow. Harry smirks against the material of your underwear. He had decided to take a different approach today, going as slow as syrup as he teased you. But it was working for you, you were more turned on right now with him simply breathing against the wetness of your underwear. 

“Relax, babygirl,” Harry coos as both his hands grasp around your thighs and spreads apart your legs. 

You inhale deeply, in hopes to do just as he says, but the moment he starts to take off your panties you tense up again. Harry lets out a low chuckle and hooks his arms around your legs, getting better access to the bareness of your womanhood all out in it’s glory for him. It was mid day, the blinds were opened, the fact you were fooling around in the daylight made your stomach twist - in a good way. 

“Fuck,” you hiss as Harry leans down and separates your folds with his tongue, swiping up over the bud of your clit.  

There’s not much leading up to it before he’s lapping quickly at your sensitive clit and diving his tongue into your entrance a few times too. You’re moaning, gasping, biting on your bottom lip to keep from screaming, all while gripping onto Harry’s hair tightly. Your body moves frantically as he lifts up his mouth, aching to feel the warmth of his tongue against your heat again, then he pushes a finger into you before returning his lips to your clit. 

Harry moves his other hand to grip your hip, holding you down as he mumbles praises of your body while you were getting closer and closer to an orgasm. He sucks on your clit at the same time as he curls his finger inside of you and you’re done for - your entire body convulsing as your release ripples through your body. 

You’re surprised as Harry keeps going through your orgasm, he removes his finger slowly, licks over your entrance as it’s dripping wet before your body finally quits sporadically moving beneath him. Your eyes flutter open once again, tired from one of the best orgasms of your life, and you meet Harry’s gaze. 

He shows your a lazy smile before wiping his mouth with the back of his hand as he props himself up with both his elbows dipping into the mattress between your legs. It’s be far, one of the hottest things you have ever seen with your own two eyes. 

“Okay, yeah,” you sigh and lean back into the pillow once more to stare up at the ceiling, “feel free to do that any time again,” you add. 

Harry chuckles and you feel him move off the bed now. “I’ll keep that in mind,” he smirks. 

“M’gunna shower now,” you mention while slowly - very slowly - getting up form the bed. 

“Should I join you?” Harry asks as you walk into the bathroom where he’s at the sink wiping his face with a wash cloth. 

“Not unless you want to carry me around for the next day from these damn orgasms you’re giving me,” you say. Harry lets out a laugh as you reach other and turn on the shower. 

“Good to know I haven’t lost my touch,” 

“Oh shut it,” you roll your eyes and pull off your top before stepping into the streaming water. Harry laughs again, the sound bringing butterflies to your stomach, before walks back into his bedroom. He’s nice enough to push the door closed, leaving it open just a crack, in order to give you some privacy. Through these first couple months of dating, it’s rare the two of you don’t see each other daily. So even little moments like showering alone or studying alone in your dorm is a nice little break away. But of course, after you’re done washing yourself - you already miss him. 

With you feeling all clean and fresh, dressed in a pair of black leggings and a black tank top you brought along with you, you walk into the bedroom and fling yourself onto the bed beside Harry. He’s got his phone resting on his chest as he checks out something on Instagram. Peering over, you see it’s your most recent post. 

“Like it,” you mumble softly while resting on his chest. 

“Maybe I don’t like it,” he teases. 

“You’re literally in the picture, and you’re full of yourself. So how could you not like it?” You joke. Harry chuckles before double tapping on the photo. 

It’s from your hike, you had gotten that one girl who had the nerve to check Harry out to take a photo of you two. Arms around each other, your tongue sticking out while Harry gave the camera a smug look. It was cute, a good second photo of you two on your Instagram. The first was from Halloween, one that Kate had snapped when you weren’t looking - gazing into each others eyes while his arm is wound around your body. Overall, none of your captions or anything were to crazy lovey dovey but you thought they were nice enough to show off your relationship. 

“You should just call in tonight,” Harry mumbles as you two silently lay in his bed. 

“I can’t just call in,” you sigh. 

“Why not?” 

He’s not being rude, or picking at you, but it still bothers you. You sit up and look down at him as he stares back at you, eyebrows pulled together in confusion - probably from the annoyed look on your face. 

“Because, Harry, some of us actually need a job and work to earn our money,” you bellow while getting off the bed now. Harry sits up with your departure from the bed. 

“What the fuck is with the attitude?” Harry snaps back at you, his voice is laced with annoyance and anger now. 

“I literally have like five dollars to my name, and I’m seriously tired of you paying for every fucking thing for me,” you argue back. Harry rolls his eyes, you can visible see him fuming from where he’s sitting on the bed. 

“You’re my girlfriend,” he states, “I like paying for you,” he objects while narrowing his eyes at you. You match his look, crossing your arms at your chest too. 

“Well, I’m fucking tired of it. So on that note, I’m going to actually go work for my money now, goodbye,” you say, turning to grab your purse off the floor and then walking towards his bedroom door. You didn’t care to look back at him or wait for a response, you were so angry at him right now you honestly could care less if he wanted to continue this argument or not. 

“Whatever,” Harry mutters harshly as you open his door and walk out - slamming it behind you, by accident though. 

Jess is walking into the foyer from the living room as you make your way through the house. She gives you a small smile, obviously taking in the pissed off face you had going on. And there was no doubt that she hard Harry’s door slam shut behind you too. 

“Do you need a ride to work?” She asks, in which you quickly nod and the two of you slip on your shoes before walking out the front door without a word to anyone else around. 

“He’s just such a dick sometimes,” you grumble in the front seat as she drive towards the diner. 

“He is,” Jess agrees as she nods her head but keeps her eyes on the road, “but so is every other guy around here,”

“Thomas isn’t,” you say it before you can even think it through. Jess doesn’t respond immediately, giving you time to realize what you had said. You didn’t like Thomas like that. Maybe you should have? As you’re deep in thought, your stomach twists up in knots. You liked Harry too much to even think of anyone else even in the slightest of ways. 

“You two will work it out,” Jess smiles, “always do,” 

You nod and look out the window as she stops at the red light just a few blocks from the diner. You hoped that this shift went by quick and easy, you didn’t need more shit to ruin your day like your fight with Harry had. After thanking Jess, you get out of her car and walk up to the diner. You can’t help but let out a small sigh as you see Kennedy by the till with a smile on her face as she helps a customer - she’d make this shift easier that’s for sure. 

Kennedy does just as you assumed, and more by surprising you too. Your eyes widen at her statement. She bites on her bottom lip nervously while waiting for your response. 

“You and Thomas?” you question. 

“Yeah,” she nods quickly and focuses on the sugar packages in front of her, “we sort of just hit it off, I don’t know, it’s weird isn’t it? If it’s weird for you then I can like cut it off-”

“Kennedy no, God, don’t stop things because of me,” you chuckle, “Thomas is a really great guy,” you state and smile at her. 

“Yeah he really is,” she agrees and you can see it all over her face. 

There’s a moment where you feel a pang of jealousy. You imagine how many times that Thomas had felt this over the past year and a half of being your friend. But you can’t do that to him, second guess your decision of not giving him a chance just because he’s found someone else now - that was selfish and rude and so not you. 

“Have you guys gone on a date yet?” you question, sincerely curious now. 

“Kinda, we’ve hung out here after I finish a shift. And he’ll pay for whatever we eat,” she shrugs. 

“Take him to the movies, that new Marvel movie is out and he’s obsessed with every Marvel movie under the sun,” you exclaim with the same smile stuck on your lips. 

Kennedy’s lips curl upwards into a smile too, “yeah, okay, I can mention that,” she nods. 

“Good,” you say before looking up to check on your few tables you had currently. “Oh by the way, I can cover your shift next Thursday before I fly back home,” you mention. 

“Awesome, thanks again,” Kennedy says. 

“No problem,” you walk around the counter, “I need the money anyways,” you add before walking off to give the best customer service possible - in hopes the two families at your tables and the younger group tips you well at the end of their meal. 

Your tips most definitely were a nice bonus tonight. Now you could stop by the store tomorrow and grab enough food to last till a week from now when you fly up to Seattle to be home for Christmas. You were going home from a week, as most of the students at ASU were during the break you all have, and couldn’t wait to leave honestly. You missed being home, and Bailey mostly. 

“See you later,” you call out to Kennedy as she walks the opposite way as you do. The sky is black, stars scatters across the clear sky with just a few sparse clouds floating around. Once you tear your eyes off the night sky, you look in front of you to see Harry leaning against the side of his car just a few feet away. 

Your chest aches at the sight of him standing there, he had thrown on a sweater since earlier today. Leaving his house how you did, fighting and arguing, wasn’t something you entirely enjoyed. In fact you thought about it pretty much your entire shift at the diner. You sigh, cross your arms at your chest and stop directly in front of him. 

“M’sorry,” Harry says softly. 

“No, I was being stupid,” you shake your head and look at the pavement beneath your feet. 

“It’s not stupid to want to earn some money, I was just being selfish and insensitive,” Harry says, you glance back up to catch him licking his lips slowly while his eyes find yours. “I understand not everyone can have the sort of access I do to money, so when I get to spend it on someone else besides myself, I like that feeling,” he explains. 

“Well, thank you, for the record,” you smile. 

Harry’s lips tug into a smile at the sight of yours. “You’re welcome,” he says. 

“And I’m sorry for causing a fight, it really was stupid of me,” 

Harry shrugs a shoulder, “we’re bad at this, remember?” 

You chuckle and step forward as his arms open up for you to step into them. He brings you close into his body as he hugs you. Inhaling deeply, you melt into his body and breathe in his cologne. Even the little things like how he smelt made you like him even more. Hell, maybe you even loved him now. Did you love him? You furrow your brows and lean back to meet his eyes. 

“What is it, little bird?” Harry asks. 

“Nothing,” you reply. He doesn’t pry at you, instead he nods and leans forward to capture your lips with his. And with the feeling of his kiss, you come to the obvious realization - you were so in love with him.

“Sissy!” Bailey nearly screeches out your nickname as she runs full sprint into the foyer. You chuckle and drop your bags to bend down and catch her small body with yours. You feel as though your heart is about to burst with your baby sister finally back in your arms - these past four months away from her had been the longest and hardest ever. 

“Hey, Bails, I missed you,” you say while squeezing her. She giggles as her cheek squishes against yours. 

Upon arriving back in Seattle, you’ve been dying to get back to your childhood home. Your mom was busy with work so your step dad ended up picking you up, between the two of you there was maybe twenty words max spoken from the airport to now. It’s not that you two didn’t get along, there was just always a mutual feeling of not needing the absolute best father-daughter relationship ever. 

“I’ll bring your bags up to your room,” your step dad, Julian, says before grabbing ahold of your suitcase and carry on and disappearing upstairs. 

“Is mommy home?” 

“Yeah, she got me from daycare,” Bailey states matter of factly. 

“Daycare, huh? Did you have fun?” You ask while bringing up her into your arm while standing, you groan dramatically as you get up, “you’re getting too big,” you say jokingly.

“I’m five now!” Bailey grins.

“I know, it’s crazy, you’re growing up too quickly baby Bails,” you smile and she giggles as you two enter the kitchen. “There you are,” you say while seeing your mom at the stovetop moving around ground beef in a pan.

“Hey, sweetie,” she gives you a warm smile, “sorry I couldn’t pick you up, I got of work the moment you landed,”

“It’s alright,” you say and hug her with one arm. “Smells good,” you mention, peering into the pan to see she’s cooking up some taco meat. 

“Making your favourite,” she states with a grin. 

Your smile falls but just as quickly you force the corners of your lips up again. Bailey fusses, seeing Buddy - the fluffy family cat - entering the house from her little door so you put her down now. Tacos weren’t your favourite. They are your brothers favourite, or they were. You swallow hard and move to the fridge to grab the lettuce and tomato from the fridge to help out. It was typical for mothers to mix up their kids things like their favourite dinner, but it only made your chest ache now. You couldn’t correct your mom, it’d hurt her and put dinner to a stand still. Luke was gone, so now tacos were your favourite meal you suppose. 

Everything feels as normal as they can be. There’s always a bit of an off feeling around the house since your brother passed away, but you all try to smile and laugh and have a good evening. It’s not till after watching a Disney movie in the living room, Bailey curled up beside you and Buddy in your lap, that you go upstairs. You’re helping put Bailey to bed, and the moment you get to the top of the stairs you can’t help but turn your head to the right and look at the closed door of Luke’s room. 

“Come on, sissy, I want you to read me Winnie the Pooh,” Bailey says while running into her room that’s directly across from the top of the staircase. 

Bailey’s room is what yours just down the hall looked like ten years ago. She got the light pink canopy bed that was once yours, and your light pink crafting desk that still has a ‘LUCAS ROCKS’ carved on the left side of it. The thought distracts you for only a second before Bailey is pulling you to her bed where she jumps in and gets under the covers before sucking back on the straw of her cup.

“Goodnight, baby Bails,” you mumble while turning off her light and closing her door. 

“Thanks for putting her to sleep,” Julian’s voice scares you at his sudden appearance in the quiet of the house. “Sorry,” he adds. 

“No, it’s fine, to both,” you smile. 

“Your mom fell asleep already,” he notes, “we both work tomorrow morning, last day before Christmas break, are you going to be around to watch Bailey?” 

“Actually, I had planned to go see my dad,” you say. 

“Alright,” Julian nods, “I’ll just drop her off at the daycare, if you don’t mind picking her up afterwards,” 

“Yeah, that’s fine with me,” you smile. 

“Okay, have a good sleep, Y/N,” Julian smiles and turns around back to the master bedroom that looks over the front yard like Bailey’s did. Once the door shuts, you turn on your heels and walk down the hallway. 

At the end of the hall, there’s two closed doors on either side of you. Your room is to the left, while Luke’s is on the right. Your gaze lingers on the door of Luke’s room, a part of you wants to turn the knob and see inside - smell the musky dusty scent and reminisce. But as your eyes start to water, you realize it’s too late to deal with such a thing. So you turn to the left quickly and walk into your own bedroom.

It’s been months since you’ve slept in here, and it’s exactly how you left it - right down the the pile of clothes you left in the hamper by your closet and your bed being unmade. You were in a bit of a rush last time you were leaving home. You sigh and begin to unpack your suitcase, changing into one of Harry’s shirts you stole before leaving his house yesterday. You can smell his cologne, it makes your head spin and your heart ache - you missed him. With how your mom had reacted to the first time and last time you brought up Harry, you hadn’t spoken about him once tonight. It kinda sucked, not being able to talk to your own mom about the guy you think you’re in love with. But that was just life. 

Before you had boarded your plane earlier today, Harry had texted you saying goodnight since it was now back in London and time zones were about to be the biggest buzzkill for the next week. But now, as the digital clock beside your bed turns just past 10 o’clock in the evening, you knew it was morning for Harry. 

It would be early, but you really didn’t care - you missed him too much. 

Your phone rings, three times, before you hear a small grunt on the other end. A smile tugs at your lips even hearing the little sound from your boyfriend. “Hello?” Harry grumbles into his phone. 

“Did I wake you?” You ask, holding back at giggle. 

“Yes, but it’s fine,” he says. 

“Are you sure? I can just call you in the morning,” 

“No, no,” Harry sighs and you hear him shuffle around from the other end of the call. “This is probably the best time for us to talk anyways,” 

“Yeah, you’re right,” you sigh, realizing just how crappy these timezones are. 

“So how was your day?” 

“It was good, my flight was fine. Bailey was excited, had tacos for dinner,” you say. 

“Sounds like a damn good day,” Harry chuckles. 

You two talk for another while longer, talking about what he had planned for his day and yours after your sleep. He spoke about how his ‘mum’ - his accent while saying mom was probably your favourite - had bought him some new shoes and a new jacket already. Her excuse was that it’s much colder in London than Arizona, which was a fair point but they were also Saint Laurent which babbled you. Sometimes you forgot just how much money Harry’s family had. 

“What are you doing now?” Harry asks, his voice was low and still had a hint of groggy-ness to it. 

“I’m just laying in bed,” you sigh while stretching out your legs and dragging your hand over the blanket at your stomach. 

“Are you?” His voice had taken a familiar tone, one that makes your stomach twist and turn and your heart beat pick up just a little bit. You hum out a half-assed response, wondering where your boyfriend was about to take this phone call. “What are you wearing?” he asks.

You laugh, it was such stereotypical question to insinuate phone sex that you couldn’t hold back your laughter. Harry chuckles on the other end of the phone too. Then you let out a sigh and tilt your head back till it hits the headboard lightly and you glance up at the ceiling. 

“I’m wearing your Rolling Stones shirt, the one that-”

“Barely covers that cute little ass of yours,” Harry is smirking, you just know it.

“Excuse me? Don’t mention how my little ass is while we’re trying to sex things up here,” you say in a jokingly stern voice. 

“We’re sexing things up?” Harry teases. 

“You dick,” 

“Bet ya thinking about my dick,” 

“Bet you’re thinking about my cute little ass,” you taunt him right back. There’s a smirk on your face now, enjoying how this phone call had gone. Harry doesn’t respond, instead letting a comfortable silence come over the phone for a moment before he talks again.

“Tell me about what you’re wearing again,” his voice is dark and sultry again.

“Already did,” you say - your tongue sticks to the roof of your mouth as you smirk. 

“You’re just wearing mah shirt?” Harry question. 

“Mhmm,” you hum. 

“Jesus, woman,” he groans. 

“This isn’t a one sided thing, H,” you sigh and spread apart your legs. Your hand slowly makes it way down to the cotton fabric of your panties, brushing over your folds as you shut your eyes and imagine Harry laying in his bed in London. “What are you wearing?” you smile, knowing the answer already. He always slept in just his briefs.

“Nothing,” Harry answers, surprising you completely.

“Nothing?” 

“Not a thing,” he confirms, you again can tell he’s got his stupidly hot smirk on his lips.

You inhale deeply and tuck your hand under your panties. Imagining Harry naked, his duvet as though someone pitched a tent by his hips, a hand working under it to pump his length. He’d squeeze near the base, stroking himself as he’s on the phone with you. Miles and miles away from each other and feeling a heat between your legs at the mere sound of his voice. You inhale through your nose as a finger brushes over your clit. The same finger moves down to find a wetness at your entrance, your dirty thoughts have most definitely turned you on, you sigh while bringing your wet finger back to your clit. 

“Still there, little bird?” Harry’s voice brings you back to reality as you’re circling a finger on your clit. 

“Yes,” you sigh, “I’m touching myself, thinking about you,” you whisper into the phone. He doesn’t respond immediately, making your stomach twist in nerves - was he not into this? Your finger stops moving, but it stays on your clit as you wait for him to answer. 

“Are you imagining that your hand is mine, touching your clit?” 

“Mhmm,” this time your voice is a little higher pitched. 

“How good you feel, how good you smell. That’s right, babygirl, keep up the pace, you know there’s no going slow with me,” you gasp at the hint of sternness in his voice. “Come on, bring yourself there, ah yes,” he hisses and you know he’s tugging on himself now.

“Harry,” you moan - keeping your voice low in case anyone in your house was still awake and could hear you. 

Your motions only pick up the pace, feeling numb down there as you get closer to your orgasm. Harry starts to huff into the phone, his breathing uneven and heavy from the other end. You lick your lips and close your eyes tightly as you rub yourself, thinking of the last time Harry and you had sex and he had done the same thing. 

“You close, baby?” Harry’s thick voice asks through the phone. 

“Oh, God, yes,” you moan, whimpers escape your mouth as your legs spasm under your blankets. Your eyelids are heavy as you remove your hand from your now wet cotton panties. Harry grunts on the other end, he too finds his release. The thought of him laying there and his come all over his stomach as he thinks of you, it makes you smile. 

“That was something else,” Harry sighs into the phone. 

“Yeah,” you sigh, “it was,” 

“God, I miss you,” Harry says - his voice louder as though he brought his phone closer. 

“I miss you too,” you smile while throwing the blanket off of you to go use the bathroom. “I should go now though, get some sleep,” 

“Ah, I see, just using me to get off then, huh?” Harry teases. 

You chuckle, “took you long enough to catch on,”  

“Alright, I’ll talk to you tomorrow,” Harry says, “have a good sleep, little bird,” 

“Have a good morning, H,” 

You hang up the phone and toss it onto your bed before walking into your ensuite bathroom. After your finished going pee, you wash your hands and look up into the mirror. There’s makeup smudged under eyes from the little bit of mascara you had wore today, and your hair is a bit of a mess now, but otherwise you look good. You look happy. And with that, you drop your head and slowly look to the closed door to your left that lead into Luke’s room. Back when you were younger, having a bathroom that was between your bedroom was annoying and he always locked your out. The memories bring a faint smile to your lips. You missed him, every single day since he had passed away. 

But now you were tired, it was late and you had done enough traveling and talking and everything for the day. You’d deal with being back in this house tomorrow, seeing his face in photos and his door taunting you every time you were upstairs. All of this, you’d cry about in the morning.

#fratboy!harry #i'll be writing another .5 kinda thing of y/n visiting her dad #cause it will put more into her backstory #and alex will be there too #then next part will be the last fluffy part for a while #DRAMAAAAA #okay enough talking #but talk to me about this #harry styles #harry styles imagine #harry styles fanfiction #harry styles fanfic #harry styles blurb

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Selfless

pairning: dragon!Jackson x mystic!reader 

sumery: he was cursed for his family, but she set him free. 

warnings: really very long, character death, language

there was a legend. a legened of a man who had been cursed. 

once upon a time, there was a kingdom riddled with crime. many of the kingdom’s citizens were starving and sick. there was one family, a family of seven brothers, no parents, no sisters, only the seven men. they faced hardship like the other citizens, but considered themselves lucky, until, the eldest fell fatally ill. the eldest brother was beloved by them all and they were heartbroken. the idea of losing their eldest brother brought the youngest two to desperation. that was where the mistake was made.

Yugyeom had told BamBam that he’d overheard of a witch that lived high in the mountains, and the two decided to slip away one night to find her. when they did, she said she could heal their brother, but she refused. when the two boys begged her, she still turned them away.

it was then BamBam had enough. he left with Yugyeom, but the next night he returned to the witch. as she slept he rummaged through her potions, looking for one that would heal his brother, and then, he took it. when he returned however, it was to late. Mark had passed when BamBam had been away. after much grieving, BamBam confessed too Yugyeom that he had taken the potion, to Yugyeom’s horror. the youngest insisted that he return it to the witch before she found out it was missing, and the two set off to the mountain again.

they snuck into her cave, and returned the potion to its place. however, before they could leave, the witch confronted them. she cursed the boys for trying to tamper with nature and for her stealing. when BamBam confessed he was the one who took the potion and that Yugyeom convinced him to take it back, her wrath fell on him.

“you stupid boy, do you understand what i must do now? you have to be punished for your wrongdoings, otherwise others will then they can just walts in and steal from me.” her voice was sour and wicked, as she prepared to cuse the boy. it was then another brother stood in front of the two cowering boys.

“please ma’am, my brothers are foolish and young, they are blinded by childishness. do not curse them, take me and give me there punishment. i have lost one brother, i can not bare to lose more.” she listened to the elder brother.

“so willing to give yourself for your family. very well then. the punishment for stealling and greed, INTO A BEAST!” her voice bellowed as smoke swirled around the elder brother. 

“JACKSON!” the two boys screamed, tears blurring their vision as their brother’s once tan skin became scally and reptilian. without a backwards glance, the pair bolted from the mountain.

he never saw them again.

(y/n) had heard this story from her mistress. the witch who’d taught her all the magic she knew. her mistress regarded it as an interesting story, not for the two foolish younger boys, but for the selfless elder. she had told it to (y/n) whenever the selfish greed of man blinded (y/n) from their capacity for good. (y/n) had asked her,

“what became of the elder man?” the old witch chuckled.

“he guards my stash. the place i keep my most valubal things.” was her mistress’ answer. 

time passed and the old witch grew wearing. she had desided it was time for her to assend. 

“my dear, i leave my belongings to you. carry on my legacy (y/n).” and with that, she left. while she had been looking through her old istress’ things, (y/n) had found a map, it was to a small cave cut deep in the heard of a mountain. (y/n) had guessed this was her mistress’ stash. so, she set out to find the place.

it took (y/n) three days to reach the mountain. there was only one path into the heart of the mountain, and it took a careful spell to enter, something only a skilled Mystic could proform. once inside, she walked the dark cave passages, till she felt it begin to get warm.

she found herself in a large open space. there, on the cave floor lay the beast. he was easily the size of a house, even bigger with his wingspan. the dragon opened its golden eyes to look at her.

“hello, i’m (y/n). the witch has passed and left me her legacy. she told me of you, of your story.” the beast looked at her curiously, then with sadness. (y/n) swallowed a lump in her thought, that may not have been the best way to introduce herself. she sighed deeply, an idea popped into her head. she planed to clear out this safe house, and use it as her own living space. while having a guard might be nice, (y/n) would rather acquire her own, then use one from her mistress.

“listen, you’ve been here a along time, and i wont be really be needing you. plus, i prefur to be alone. so, i think it’s time i set you free.” the dragon raised it’s head, looking at her in compleat shock. before it could respond more, (y/n) pulled her magic around her. “INTO A MAN.” she spoke in an authoritative tone as smoke clouded the beast.

when the spoke cleared, where the dragon had been a man sat. he stared at his own hands, patting his body for a moment, before looking up at her. 

“you released me.” his voice was horse and scratchy. she looked down at him. he was a young man, probably in his early twenties, with a strong jawline, and large round eyes. she smiled, and offered him a hand. he took her hand shakly and stood. he was maybe a head or so taller then her.

“t-thank you... thank you, thank you!” he attacked her in a hug, holding her in his remarkably stong arms, and hiding his face in her shoulder. she stiffened slightly. it had been years since (y/n) had been hugged by a human, but... the same was true for him she suposed. she rapped her small arms around him, rubbing his back, running her fingers though his dark locks. she felt him shutter agenst her.

“i haven’t been touched by another person in so long... is this real?” his voice was soft and dreamy. she chuckled.

“yes, it’s real.” she reassured him. his arms hugged her tighter.

“thank you.” he mumbled. she hummed in responce. normally (y/n) didn’t like being touched, but this was... nice. he held her so tighly, as though if he lossened his grip she’d fade away. she felt warm and... relaxed in his arms. he smelled of coles and wood burning fires. after a little longer, he lossened his grip.

“what’s your name?” her question was simply but he blinked in suprise. the witch never asked him his name, whenever she spoke to him he was mearly ‘beast’.

“my name is Jackson.” he said, as if remembering it for the first time. she smiled kindly. 

“it’s nice to meet you Jackson. i’m (y/n).” 

(y/n) told Jackson that he was free to do as he pleased. he insisted upon helping her however, seeing as she wanted to change and move many things in and from the mountain stash.

after she had fully settled into her home, Jackson still insisted on staying and helping her. he would follow her around the halls sometimes, watching her brew potions and write spells. she would sometimes ask him to fetch her things from the nearby forest or market. he was always more then happy to ublige. 

it was when (y/n) had been summoned by the grand coven, she had to leave. 

“the journey is four days by horseback.” she stated, gathering her things for the journey. 

“but what about at night while you sleep? won’t it be dangerious?” Jackson worried as he followed her. 

“no. i prefer to sleep in the day and travel at night.” she reasoned. 

“but that is still dangerious.” Jackson continued to worry. 

“i am a skilled witch Jackson, i can more then defend myself from trouble.” she said with a laugh. he sighed.

“i know... but still... maybe i just don’t wanna be here all by my self.” he mumbled. (y/n) stopped. she hadn’t thought of that. 

“you don’t have to stay here. the place in secure, you can go down to the village market. there are many people there.” she suggested. Jackson shook his head. 

“ya know... it’s be way faster to get there by flying...” she turned to see a plan of some sort forming in his eyes. 

“and how would i fly? the broomstick?” she sassed sarcastically. Jackson laughed.

“that’s one idea, or... turn me back into a dragon.” the idea came so suddenly, (y/n) was stuned. 

“but Jackson, you hated being a dragon. i’m not gunna do that to you again.” she shook her head dissmisivly, turning back around to contine. Jackson reached out and took her shoulders, turning her back to face him and holding her there.

“i’d only be temporary. and you’ve told me about grand coven meetings before, some witches bring there pets. please (y/n)...” he begged.

“you want to be my pet? and do you know how extra i’d look if i show up on a dragon?” she shook her head again, but Jackson grabbed her face this time. his hands rested on her cheeks and he stared into her eyes. 

“i’d be anything for you. and you can turn me into other things. when we’re there, turn me into a dog. you always say i act like a puppy.” he reasoned with a grin. (y/n) tryed to ingore the first bit of what he said, and finally gave in.

“alright.”

the coven meeting went well. it only took about two days to get there instead of four, and puppy Jackson was very well behaved. for the meeting (y/n) turned him into a large black dog, he looked at bit like the grim, but she just had to, for aesthetics. he sat beside her the hole time, and when he got bored, moved to sit infront of her and rest his head in her lap so she could massage his ears.

after the meeting was over, (y/n) turned him back into a man.

“there is a small kingdom not far from here. there are lots of little towns and markets. i was thinking would could spend the day wandering, and then start flying back tomorrow.” (y/n) preposed. Jackson was more then happy to ablige.

the two walked through the small market, all the while (y/n) noticed Jackson seemed destracted. 

“what is it Jackson?” she asked, conserned for her friend.

“i’m not sure, this place seems... familiar.” he wondered, lost in thought. (y/n) looked around for a moment, before noting the mountain that the coven meeted had been held at. 

“Jackson... do you remember the town you lived in? before you... met, my mistress?” she asked carfully. recognision flashed in Jackson’s eyes. he immediately grabbed her arm, and pulled her into a small ally. (y/n) looked up, to see tears in Jackson’s eyes, as he tryed to blink and whipe them away. “Jackson... i’m sorry.” she whispered, pulling him into a hug.

it took him a second to responed, but quickly rapped her in his arms, and hid his head in her shoulder. it was then, just over Jackson’s shoulder, (y/n) noticed a silhouette in the shadows. no, he was a shadow. could it be a spirit? he felt human, so (y/n) guessed probably a ghost. her mistress had trained her in a little necromancy, so she could recognize ghosts when she saw them.

the ghost was a young man, probably killed by illness as there looked to be no trama to his body. he was of a shorter and thinner build, with a kind face, and gental eyes. he smiled when he saw she had noticed him, his teeth white and slightly pointed. his smile was kind and genuine, (y/n) could tell he was a gental and sweet spirit, no negitivety came from him. it was then she remembered something.

“Jackson, what did your eldest brother, the one who died from illness, look like?” Jackson pulled away from her for a moment, shocked by the sudden question. he blinked for a moment, trying to remember as he swollowed thinkly.

“he was shorter then me and our other brothers, with a thiner build...”

“did he have pointed teeth, high cheek bones?” Jackson was taken aback again, but nodded. she smiled, turning back to look at the ghost, who smiled kindly at her again. “did he have a soft smile and kind eyes?” Jackson nodded again.

“yeah... a lot of the girls in town were quite fond of him, the old ladies too.” he chuckled sadly. (y/n) saw the ghost laugh as well. 

“what was his name?” she asked finally.

“Mark.” Jackson said, still with pain in his eyes. he couldn’t understand why she was smiling, looking off into a corner of the ally. when she spoke it send shivers down his spine.

“hello Mark, it’s very nice to meet you! my name is (y/n), i’m a friend of Jackson’s.” her voice was sweet as she bowed respectfully to the empty corner. 

“...(y/n)?” Jackson questioned, voice cracking in the slightest. she turned back to him, still smiling. 

“i can see why those women liked him, he’s very sweet. a little quiet however.” she giggled. Jackson nearly choked.

after a ruff introduction, and with the help of (y/n) acting as a translator, Jackson was able to talk to his eldest brother again. with some guidance from Mark, the pair found themselves infront of a small wooden cabin. the place was all too familiar to Jackson, as he treetered between opposite terror and excitement at seeing his family again. he stood in front, with (y/n) and the ghost of Mark behind him. after taking a deep breath, he knocked on the door.

the sounds of chatter, and men arguing, died down as footsteps approached the door. it was opened by a young man with a rounded face, large ears, and slightly puffy eyes.

“hello, can i help yo-” he stopped mid-sentence as he stared at Jackson in shock.

“Jinyoung... it’s me, it’s Jackson!” Jackson smiled brightly at his brother, who simply stared back in shock. after a moments hesitation, Jinyoung slammed the door shut. Jackson was shocked for a moment before he began pounding his fists on the door. “hey! Jinyoung! It’s me! OPEN THE GODDAMN DOOR!” shouting was heard from the other side. 

a moment later it was opened by another young man. he also had a rounded face, but his eyes were slightly more slanted then Jinyoung’s. he seemed to be the eldest of the five. behind him crowded four more young men, the youngest two of whom looked to be barely twenty year old. in the back should Jinyoung, still looking slightly shook from the fact that his long lost brother now stood before him. hiding behind the eldest, was a man who had a slightly more angular but still soft face, his eyes were small as he hid slightly behind the other man.

“...hyung?” questioned the hidden man in a small voice, peeking up slightly from the eldest’s shoulder. 

“yes, Youngjae, it’s me.” Jackson nodded, laughing to hold back his tears. it was then the eldest spoke.

“Jackson... you’re alive.”

(y/n) stould back and away to the side with the ghost of Mark as the brothers shared a tearful reunion. while quietly listening, (y/n) caught that the eldest’s name was Jaebum, and the youngest two were BamBam, and Yugyeom.

from the story told to her by her mistress, (y/n) could peice together that it was the younger two who had been the boys she had met, and that BamBam had been the one to steal the potion. he had been to one whom her mistress planed to turn into a beast, but Jackson had taken his punishment instead. 

BamBam also seemed the most nervous upon Jackson’s return, astho ether he himself, or Jackson would turn into some terrible beast at any moment. after some time the brother began to notice she was there at all.

“Jackson, who is this?” asked Jaebum, nodding to (y/n) politely. 

“this is (y/n), she’s the one who set me free of the cures.” Jackson said fondly, walking over to her, and standing by her side. 

“but... i thought only a witch could brake the curse..?” asked Yugyeom in a small voice. (y/n) stepped forwards. 

“that is correct. the witch who curesed Jackson was my mistress, and i was her apprentice. after her passing, she left everything to me, and i desided Jackson had served his time and set him free.” she explaned calmly. the men responed with silence. 

Jackson’s brothers regarded (y/n) with slight cashion. even more when they learned it was thanks to her communication with their dead brother that they had found them. she didn't mind much. she understood there caution and fear, and she was more then happy at seeing Jackson so overjoyed. seeing as the other boys couldn’t see him, Mark was there to keep her company. he told her about Jackson when he was little, and the trouble he would get into with the younger boys, mainly BamBam.

soon it began to get dark. Mark noticed and turned to (y/n). 

“miss (y/n)... seeing my little brothers reunite has been the thing i was waiting for, and now that it’s happened... i was hoping you could help me...” the ghost seemed shy in asking but she understould him. 

“lets step outside shall we?” she whispered in reply. the two quietly snuck outside without the other men noticing. once outside, (y/n) reached out to Mark. “place your hands over mine, and i’ll help you pass on.” she said kindly. Mark smiled sweetly in thanks, placing his shadowed hands over hers.

“are you sure you don’t want to say goodbye?” she asked. Mark shook his head. 

“they are destracted, let them forget about me and that sadness for now.” he replyed. she nodded, understanding. (y/n) channeled much of her energy into her heads, and reached up to hold Mark’s. the pairs hands made contact. (y/n) was too focused that she didn’t hear the door open.

“it’s going to feel weird, and you’re going to see a light, when you do, you’ve got to go towards it, no matter how blinding.” she spoke firmly, her eyes closed focusing on her and Mark’s energy and redirecting it. 

“alright, thank you miss (y/n). please look after my little brothers. make sure they know i love them.” Mark’s voice was soft and kind, she smiled in reply, giving his ghoustly hands a gental queeze. 

the brothers all piled out of the door just in time to see (y/n), holding hands with the ghost of their eldest brother. the two were surounded by a white light, and then Mark was gone. 

“(y/n)! wh-what happened?” Jackson ran towards her. (y/n) stumbled back as her energy feld her body, leaving just enough to keep her standing. Jackson caught her as she swayed slightly back and forth.

“Mark... Mark asked me to help him pass on... he’s gone now.” she replyed, sinking to the ground and placing her hands on the grass, grounding herself once again. Jackson followed her, holding her as though he was afraid she would pass out. “i’m alright Jackson... just tired.” she chuckled at the young man’s consern for her. he nodded but didn’t let her go.

“hyung is gone?” the small voice came once again from Youngjae. (y/n) looked over her shoulder at him and nodded. 

“he said he had stuck around hoping to see his little brothers reunited again, and since it happened he was ready to move on. and, that he loves you.” she clarified. Jaebum nodded. as she tried to stand, Jackson pulled her up, steadying her on his chest. 

“come on (y/n), you need to rest.” he insisted, before he picked her up and began walking back towards the cabin.

“JACKSON! i can walk! put me down right now!” she protested, trying to push away. 

“what was that~ you shouldn’t mumble (y/n) i can’t understand you~” he giggled, holding her tighter.

once inside Jackson sat on the floor with his back to the wall. when (y/n) tryed to crall away he pulled her back to him.

“nuh uh~ take a nap (y/n), you need rest.” he said, pulling her to rest in his lap, her head tucked into his shoulder.

“i’m not a child Jackson, i’m a grown woman!” she protested again. he pulled her closer, and whispered in her ear. 

“please (y/n). i just lost my big brother again, and when you snuck out i thought you were gunna be gone for good. please don’t leave me, not right now.” his voice was sad and sincere. she sighed, but curled up agest him anyway.

as she slept the men talked. 

“so Jackson, are you staying?” asked Jaebum finaly. the other men quieted. Jackson stilled. 

“i...i don’t know...” he replyed. 

“you don’t know? Jackson we haven’t seen you in years, we never thought we’d see you again!” protested Jinyoung. Jackson flinched.

“i know... i want to stay, but...” he looked down at (y/n)’s sleeping form in his arms. “i don’t want to leave her alone.”

“why? what makes her so important?” BamBam spoke. he’d been uncharacteristically quiet while (y/n) had been awake, but now he spoke up. “she’s just like the witch who cursed you Jackson! who was going to curse me...” the younger man hickuped slightly. Yugyeom quickly grabbed onto his best friend and hugged him. it was clear BamBam still blamed himself for the dreath of Mark and the loss of Jackson.

“that’s just the thing, she’s nothing like that witch. that old hag locked me away to be her guard dog, she never even asked my name. (y/n) came looking for me, she set me free, she gave me a home instead of keeping me in a prison.” Jackson tryed to explain.

“a better home then with your family?” countered Jinyoung. Jackson fell silent. after a short paus, he spoke.

“when (y/n) lifted the curse, she told me i was free to go, she told me she didn’t mind, that she didn’t need a guard dog, that she liked being alone...” he began. “i asked her to let me help her, if only for a couple of days. in those days i saw how lonely she truly was. (y/n) has no one, that witch only even sent her on arends, she learned her magic though experience. her family was horrible to her because of her gifts, so she left them before she was even ten years old...” Jackson looked up at his brothers. “all those years i was alone, i couldn’t let her stay in that same loneliness i had endured.” he started finally. his brothers were silent for a moment, before Youngjae spoke.

“what if you both stayed...?” he sigested. the other five looked at him in suprise. “she might be a little scary, but she’s kind. i trust her.” he staited. Jackson sighed and shook his head. 

“she’d never agree. she stands by that she likes being alone, and she would want to get back to her lare. she can’t practice magic freely here.” he said with sadness. 

“you’re right. it’s not that i like being alone, it’s that i like being left alone.” (y/n)’s voice was steady as she raised her head off Jackson’s shoulder, and stould from his lap. she turned to the other brothers and bowed. “thank you all for your kindness and hospitality. but i must be going.” she staited. Jackson quickly rushed to his feet. 

“(y/n), but-” she turned around and held up her hand, signaling him to stop. 

“i’m leaving because i need to head back to the lare. you are staying because you belong here with your family.” it was a staitment, not a question. Jackson looked utterly heart broken. 

“(y/n), you’ll be all alone. it’s dark and quiet and so huge, and... and you’ll start to hear things... echoing... please (y/n)...” he grabbed her arm and begged, but she refused to turn around. 

“no Jackson. this is where you belong. stay.” he only held her tighter.

“none of us actually belong here.” everyone was suprised to hear BamBam’s voice. he walked over till he was standing infront of her, looking her directly in the eyes. “we’re all strays. not even blood related. but we’re family. none of us had anyone, but now we’ve got each other. we live in this village, but it’s not our home, our home is each other.” he stared, unwavering, unafraid. “Jackson’s home might be with us, but it’s also with you. you can’t just shove him away like that because you’re a selfish bitch who thinks she’ll be fine on her own.” she stared back at him taking his challenge.

“i sertinly hope you don’t think i’m kinder then my mistress. if you’d pulled the same shit to me you did her, i would have put a blood cures on you, something not even i could break. and no matter how many of you brothers came and begged to take your place, i would have mad sure you were the one to suffer.” BamBam swollowed thinkly at her words. she chuckled. “are you scared little boy? you should be.”

“well, i’m not afraid of you.” Jackson’s voice was strong and confident. he pulled (y/n) around to face him. “(y/n), i know the only reason you’re lashing out is because you feel cornered. but please. BamBam is right, none of us ever really had a home untill we met each other. maybe we could be your home to.” there was hope in his eyes and his words. 

“i can’t stay here.” her reply was flat.

“maybe not, but we don’t have to.” all eyes turned to Jaebum. “you can’t stay here because it’s not safe for you to practice magic. okay, when we won’t stay. we’ll follow you. we’ll come and stay with you where you’re safe.” (y/n) was utterly shocked. these men, all but one of whom she barly knew, were willing to pickup there intire lives and move elsewhere just because of her. 

“we can be merchants.” chimed Jinyoung. “we’ll travel to different towns and places, and sell your magic. potions, elixers, charms, anything.” he shrugged. that was actually a really a good idea... (y/n) sighed.

“i can’t ask you to just pickup and leave your old life behind because of me.” Youngjae spoke next. 

“you arn’t. we’re offering.” 

“and we arn’t just doing to for you. we’re doing it for Jackson.” added BamBam. (y/n) turned back to the younger man, holding his gaze again. after a moment she sighed. 

“very well.”

“noona~ look what i found!” (y/n) looked up from her grimoire at the youngest boy. 

“what is it Yugyeom?” she asked, bookmarking the page for later. 

“it’s amber!” he chimed, skiping over to the much smaller woman and handing her the golden substence. 

“Yugyeom, thank you! i’ve been needing some more. you really are so helpful.” the young man blushed at her prase. 

“anything for you noona~” she chuckled streaching up to ruffle his hair. he had to lean down so she could, and he giggle at how small she was. 

“Yugyeom-ah, could you go help Jaebum and Jinyoung please.” Jackson said from the door way. 

“why can’t you help them hyung? i’m bussy with noona~” he wined. 

“because i asked you to do it.” Jackson smirked. Yugyeom wined again, but with a prompt from (y/n) he begrudgingly left. Jackson walked over to her, rapping his arms around her from behind and resting his chin on her shoulder as she went back to reading.

“what do you need Jackson?” she inquired. he hummed, nussling his face into her air. 

“your attention.” he mumbled. she chuckled. 

“you’re a grown man Jackson. why do you need my attention?” 

“because. you’re always playing with the younger boys. play with me~” he tightened his grip around her waist and lifted her off the ground. 

“Jackson! put me down!” she protested. he giggled before setting her back on the ground. she huffed in anoyence.

“please (y/n). don’t you remember when it was just us? we would sit by the fire when it was late, and you’d curl up on my lap like a little kitten. then i’d rap myself around you to keep you warm. we’d fall asleep just like that.” he remaneced, cuddling into her neck. 

“yes Jackson, i remember.” she replyed, finally alowing herself to lean back agenst him. one odd thing about Jackson, was that eversince his time spent as a dragon, he was oddly warmer. especially his breath. he still smells faintly of cole and embers. it was little things like that that reminded her that he was real, and not just some man created by her mind. Jackson was real. all of them were real. 

(y/n) sometimes wondered if she had taken up the role of Mark. she was elder then all the other boys, quiet, but they’d pretty much all do anything she asked. she looked out for them, but Jaebum as undisputedly the leader. they all adored her though. the oone who’d taken the longest to warm up to her being unsurprisingly BamBam. but now she was the first one he’d come to when asking for edvice. however, her relationship with Jackson was special. 

she loved all the boys dearly, finally have a family of her own. but her love for Jackson was unlike how she felt for the other boys. she knew, atho nether of them had ever spoken about it, that Jackson felt the same. 

he had been the man who taught her that maybe humanity wasn’t so selfish after all.

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The Devout and the Heretic: Chapter 5

Chapter 5

“So, how were classes?” Gabriel asked as he finally managed to get the hairnet around his jaw.

“The students and I are very happy they’re done,” Jack chuckled, covering his mouth so that Gabriel couldn’t see how hilarious Jack thought he looked.

“And it means you finally get your summer off,” Gabriel smirked as he pulled his long hair into a ponytail and curled the end so that the hairnet fit over it. “There. How do I look?”

“Like your face got attacked by a jellyfish,” Jack laughed in spite of himself. “It’s a good look.”

“I’m glad you approve, asshole,” Gabriel shoved his shoulder playfully. “Come on; the homeless are waiting for their meals.”

Jack chuckled as he led the way out to the front of the kitchen. They were directed over to the hot end of the counter and put in charge of serving soup and gravy. People started lining up immediately, smiling happily as food was loaded onto their plates.

“Who’s yer friend?” a familiar face asked as Jack poured soup into a bowl and set it down on the man’s plate.

“This is Gabriel,” Jack smiled. “He offered to help me today.”

“That’s so nice of you,” the man smiled, showing off his missing teeth. “Bless yer heart, young sir.”

“My pleasure,” Gabriel smiled as he ladeled a small portion of gravy over the man’s chicken. “Enjoy your meal.”

The man moved off and the next person shuffled over. The woman kept her eyes on her plate, not making eye contact as she held onto her son’s hand as tightly as she could. The boy looked ready to start crying, glancing from Jack to Gabriel fearfully.

“Are you okay?” Gabriel asked.

The woman shook her head.

“You’re in a safe place, ma’am,” Jack soothed. “No one will hurt you here.”

The woman looked up, tears shimmering in her green eyes. She swallowed and nodded, barely managing a smile as Jack set her soup down.

“Thank you,” she whispered.

She picked up her tray and shuffled off, her son holding onto her shirt. Gabriel glanced at Jack before he sighed softly.

“How common is that?” he asked quietly.

“Very,” Jack shook his head. “Always a single parent with a terrified child. It’s hard enough making ends meet when both parents are working; I can’t imagine how hard it is to try raising a child on your own.”

“You ever wanted one?” Gabriel asked as he poured gravy onto the next man’s potatoes.

“Yes,” Jack murmured. “Fertility problems. Pretty sure I’m the problem.”

“I’m sorry to hear that,” Gabriel looked at him. “Plans to adopt?”

Jack shook his head. “Blaire wants to be pregnant.”

Jack set a bowl of soup down on a tray and did his best to ignore Gabriel’s gaze. He could feel the judgement there. All the charity work they did and they were unwilling to adopt? He’d seen similar looks before and he knew it was hypocritical of him to say, but he couldn’t force Blaire into an adoption.

She was so set on being pregnant. She’d printed out information on all sorts of procedures, but with Jack being certain that he was sterile, he didn’t see the point in trying. She often snarled that she’d just get a sperm donor, but had backed off quickly when Jack had offered to help her pick out a potential partner. Apparently, she had not expected him to be okay with it or to want a say in what their baby would potentially look like.

“Not gunna say anything about your marriage,” Gabriel said after a few minutes, “but I don’t think you’re as happy as you let on.”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” Jack replied as he set a bowl down on a tray.

“Hmm,” Gabriel shrugged as he poured gravy. “How long have you known Blaire?”

Jack blinked and tried to think of an exact number. “We’ve been married ten years,” he said slowly. “And I knew her two years prior. So, twelve.”

“You’d think she’d be less of a bitch,” Gabriel smirked.

“Gabriel!” Jack turned to stare at him. “That’s my wife!”

“And?” Gabriel grinned at him. “I call ‘em as I see ‘em.”

Jack spluttered for a moment before he playfully whacked his soup ladle against the side of Gabriel’s head. “Gabriel Reyes, that is so rude!” he laughed.

“Got you to laugh,” Gabriel grinned as Jack dropped his ladle in the dirty dishes container and picked up a new one.

Jack shook his head as they settled into comfortable silence. The rest of the supper passed without incident, but Jack knew that Gabriel still wanted to talk about Blaire. He really didn’t want to, not with someone he barely knew. Not where she was concerned. It was complicated and his head was already starting to spin with pain.

“So, meet you in front of the museum tomorrow around noon?” Gabriel asked. “We’ll grab lunch from a food truck and then peruse the art collections?”

“Sounds good,” Jack smiled at him. “I’ll see you there.”

Gabriel leaned in and for one moment, his lips brushed Jack’s cheek. Then he was gone, hands deep in his pockets and whistling into the evening air. Jack barely resisted the urge to touch his cheek and retreated to his car as fast as he could.

He barely slept that night, his stomach churning with emotions he didn’t want to put a name to. Blaire was soundless beside him, so deep in slumber that she didn’t twitch as Jack got up to use the washroom. He stared at his reflection in the mirror, wondering what was wrong with him. He’d never had so many headaches in such a short span of time before. It confused him and he wanted answers but he had no idea where to get them.

He reached up to rub his eyes and flinched as something flashed through his mind. Fields of swaying barley and corn. A house in the center of the fields of gold, the door open to let the breeze in. Farm animals creating a beautiful ambience in the background. A man sitting on the porch with his face tipped to the sun, his hair as golden as the corn and barley.

The image faded away as quickly as it had appeared, leaving Jack gasping for breath. He gripped the edge of the sink, sucking air in painfully between his teeth. He wanted to throw up, but his stomach was strangely empty. Who was that man? Where was that house? Why did he suddenly want to abandon everything and go search for it?

He shook his head and forced himself to walk back to bed. Blaire shifted slightly as he laid down, but didn’t wake. He fell asleep staring at the ceiling wondering why that vision made him feel lost and alone and more than a little homesick.

                                                         ***

Jack smiled as Gabriel handed him a hot dog. “What a gentleman,” he teased as he lifted his hot dog in a toast. “So polite to hand me the burned one.”

“It’s not burned,” Gabriel pouted as the man in the truck laughed. “It’s grilled, you silly man.”

“It’s charcoaled,” Jack grinned as he bit into the hot dog and purred as hot juice squirted over his tongue, mixing with the sweet onions, mayo, and pickles. “It’s ‘Doggin’ It’s specialty.”

“Seriously?” Gabriel blinked at the man grinning at them from the truck. “You intentionally burned the dogs?”

“Grill the outside to a nice, fire-kissed black,” the man said. “That way, the inside is nice and juicy. And I’m certain that it’s cooked all the way through.”

“I have never gotten food poisoning from Grant,” Jack agreed as he took another bite of his hot dog. “Now move your butt so that the nice people behind us can order.”

Gabriel followed Jack over to a picnic bench and sat down with his own order. He bit into the hot dog and Jack smiled at the blissful expression on his friend’s face. Gabriel covered his mouth as juice trickled past his lips, soaking through the dill pickle chip flakes that inevitably wound up in his beard. There was no escaping the inevitable when it came to beards and food; there was a reason that Jack kept his beard shaved. Gabriel’s brown eyes closed and he sighed in delight as he licked his lips.

“That is amazing,” he said. “It’s so juicy!”

“Grant gets his wieners from local farmers; much less preservatives and better quality,” Jack said. “It shows.”

“It does,” Gabriel said before he glanced at Jack. “You’re looking a little rough; you sleep okay?”

“No,” Jack said. “Was up most of the night. Happens sometimes.”

“Yah, insomnia sucks,” Gabriel nodded. “We can do something else if you aren’t….”

“I want to look at art with you,” Jack smiled. “I’ve been looking forward to it.”

Gabriel smiled. “Great! I have too,” he said before he bit into his meal. “You’re a lot of fun to hang with, Jack. I’m surprised you don’t have a group of people around you at all times.”

Jack laughed and shook his head. “I’m hardly that important. And I prefer a few close friendships than a number of shallow ones. It is much more satisfying, in my opinion.”

Gabriel nodded his head in agreement as he wiped his mouth clean. They finished their meal and headed for the art gallery. Jack was almost alarmed by how in sync their footsteps were, but it was strangely comforting. He knew he wasn’t going to lose his friend in the crowd.

They paid for their ticket from a bored looking teenager at the front desk and went inside. Air conditioning blasted over them, drawing soft sighs of delight from them; it was unacceptably hot outside. Classical music played over the speakers, creating a pleasant atmosphere to walk through.

They wandered through the exhibits, commenting on whether or not the paintings were actually that good. They looked painfully simple, like they had been designed to capture the attention of the rich and famous rather than entertain the masses that would see it. Jack heard some people offer highbrow criticism, but he just rolled his eyes. He didn’t care about hidden meaning; splotches on a white canvas was not deep and meaningful. It was lazy and useless and a waste of his money.

They moved into the next room off the main hall and grinned at each other. It was all landscape paintings, but the colours were all inverted, like someone had highlighted a photo in Word and clicked on it. It was stunning to look at and Jack wandered slowly through the room with Gabriel at his side.

“These are stunning,” he said softly as he stopped in front of a painting of a lonely pine clinging to the side of a cliff. “I would love to hang this one in the living room.”

“Probably outside of your price range,” Gabriel said.

“Probably,” Jack agreed. “But it’s beautiful.”

Gabriel nodded in agreement. “Whoever did this really understood how shadows work,” he said. “Beautiful.”

Jack nodded as they continued along into the next hall. Whoever the artist was, they had tried to replicate the feel of old Renaissance paintings with modern items. There were kids running around an ice cream truck, lovers walking through the rain, a dog chewing on their owner’s boots beside their full food dish, and a host of other paintings. They were beautiful and showed just how much attention to detail the painter had.

“Charming, aren’t they?” one patron asked. “Would have liked more originality rather than copying the masters.”

“It’s a similar style,” Jack lifted an eyebrow. “That’s about it.”

The patron smiled. “Ah, an amateur critic?” he asked.

“A consumer of fine art,” Jack growled.

“But nobody of note,” the man said.

“And you are…?”

“Bernard Dubrois; I’m sure you’ve….”

“Never heard of you,” Jack smirked. “So, really, how highbrow are you?”

He walked away before the man could answer, wandering into the next hall and stopping in shock. It was like stepping into a room in a family museum. All the paintings were of golden haired and blue eyed people dancing between corn, barley, and wheat. Their bodies were fertile and strong with trails of ivy creeping through their hair. Men and women alike were painted in varying levels of disrobing, their eyes watching him as their mouths stretched in delighted smiles. One in particular, an older man with graying golden hair, was seated in a ring of corn, his face tipped back towards the sky and a tired smile on his face.

‘Jack.’

Jack shivered as he heard his name whispered over and over around him. He was too scared to answer, his heart beating rapidly in his throat. Eyes watched him and smiles softened, losing their rueful delight and instead becoming welcoming. They saw him and they wanted him to feel safe.

‘Jack, come home,’ the voices sighed. ‘Come home.’

Jack took a step forward, his eyes never leaving the man with graying golden hair. His hand rose slowly and he reached out to touch the canvas. He could almost feel the warmth radiating from the man’s tanned skin. He just had to touch them and he’d be home. He’d be safe.

“Come home, Jack,” the voices said. “Come back to us.”

“Jack?”

Gabriel’s hand closed around his wrist and gently pulled him away from the painting. Jack blinked, staring at the painting in confusion. Sighs of displeasure rang through his head before falling silent, leaving him with a painful ringing as his brain tried to fill the silence.

“I need to sit down,” Jack whispered.

Gabriel helped him to a bench and Jack collapsed. He hid his face in his hands, inhaling deeply. He could still hear his name being said faintly around him, but the voices were further off. Their focus hadn’t left him, but they were giving him space. What had just happened to him?

“Feels like I’m standing in the middle of your family reunion,” Gabriel joked.

“Yah,” Jack smiled weakly. “It’s unnerving.”

“Problem with my paintings, gentlemen?” someone called as they walked over.

Jack looked up at the woman and smiled. “No; just got really engrossed in one of your paintings,” he said. “Almost broke the cardinal rule of art museums and touched it.”

The woman looked at him for a moment before she smiled. “Curious to see if it was a funhouse mirror?” she teased before holding her hand out. “Ana Amari.”

“Jack Morrison,” Jack said as he shook her hand. “My friend’s name is Gabriel Reyes.”

“Pleasure to meet you, ma’am,” Gabriel smiled at her. “You have an interesting muse.”

Ana shrugged and crossed her arms over her chest. “Harvest spirits,” she said. “Demigods, if they’re to be believed. Still, I can’t help but love them. They’re a playful bunch.”

“I’d like to buy one of the paintings,” Jack said softly. “But maybe not one on display? I...don’t think I could handle it.”

Ana looked at him closely before she smiled. “I think I have one that you’d like, Jack,” she said. “Come with me.”

Jack got to his feet and followed her into a side room. It smelled like paint and wood with a touch of dust. It was pleasant to walk through and Jack took the time to admire all of Ana’s hard work. She really did love to paint the golden haired, blue eyed harvest spirits; they were everywhere and their whispering voices trailed after him.

“Here we are,” she said as she stopped in front of a canvas. “‘The Boy of the Fields’. One of the first paintings I ever did. Never could sell it; always felt wrong to give it away. Maybe I was waiting for you all this time.”

Jack stared at the picture in awe. There was a golden haired boy playing a pan-flute and dancing with a white hound. They were hedged in on all sides by stalks of corn and there were a number of rabbits watching quietly from the shelter of the stalks. The boy was wearing a simple loincloth, his eyes squeezed shut as he concentrated on playing.

The painting was also blessedly silent. There was no whispering from its depths and the colours were nice and vibrant. He let out a long sigh and smiled at her.

“How much?” he asked.

“Two fifty,” she smirked. “Hundred.”

“Sold,” he replied.

“Not even going to try to haggle?” she laughed as she went to retrieve an inventory list.

“Two hundred fifty is a reasonable price,” he replied with a shrug as he pulled out his cheque book.

He paid for the painting and Ana promised to have it wrapped up and waiting for him at the main desk when he was done looking at the other exhibits. He thanked her for the painting and headed back out to finish up the tour with Gabriel.

#reaper76 #modern AU with supernatural elements #Ana Amari

[submissivelynick]

First Time | 12/30/17

Tagging: @bowie-a-pierce & @submissivelynick  Location: NYC Hotel Room Date: Saturday, December 30, 2017 Summary: Nick (finally!) loses his anal virginity to Bowie while they’re away on the New York trip.

Bowie would be lying if he said he was nervous about this, this was it and for him he knew he had to make it special for Nick. They weren't going to get another first chance and the last thing he wanted was to ruin this for the other. Bowie had taken them out to dinner, a nice one before going back to their apartment. Having preset up the room before dinner without Nick seeing there were flowers around the room and those flameless battery operated candles in the room. Stepping in with Nick He bit his lip "is it too cheesy?" He asked nervously.

Nick had kind of guessed that their big night had been coming, considering the nice dinner and how Bowie seemed just a little nervous as they had made their way back to their hotel room. Still, though, his mouth dropped open when he saw the candles and the flowers, and he turned over to Bowie and smiled. "Not cheesy at all, Sir," he said, lifting a hand to cup the Switch's cheek as he leaned in for a kiss. "It's perfect. Thank you."

Bowie already had one arm around the others waist, pressing their sides together as they got into the hotel room. Taking a relaxing breath he leaned into his hand and melted into the kiss as he shut the door behind them "Good, I was fearing you'd laugh." he teased slightly before grabbing Nick's hand and pulling him more into the hotel "Do you still want to do this?" he asked softly.

Nick chuckled softly and shook his head. "Don't be silly, Sir," he said lightly. "This is amazing. I'm never gonna say no to big, romantic gestures." He bit his lip and considered the question for a moment. Did he still want to do this? He cared about Bowie and it was clear that Bowie cared about him, and that was all that mattered. Any more thinking and he'd start to overthink, and that was the last thing they needed right now. "Yes, Sir," he replied. "I definitely still want to do this. You, um... you brought protection, right?"

Bowie ran his fingers along the boys spine slowly as they spoke "good thing I love giving big romantic gestures." he said smiling before letting Nick have his moment to think. He needed to hear this what was he still wanted. He didn't want Nick feeling pressured or rushed into this. Pulling him in for a kiss he smiled "we're gunna take this slow. If you ever feel like it's too much or you need to stop just tell me. Okay?" He said as his fingers rubbed softly against the boys skin.

Nick leaned into Bowie's touch and moaned softly against the other's lips when they kissed. "Okay, Sir," he said, taking a deep breath to steady himself. "Red to pause, and yel-- no, no. I mean yellow to pause and red to stop, Sir, just like normal. And... I do want this, with you, tonight. I don't want you to think that me being nervous means I don't want it or something like that. I do. I promise. This is just... kind of a big deal."

Bowie smiled as he felt Nick lean into the kiss. Using the stop light system he let that sink in before cupping the boys face and leaning in to kiss him "Hey, take a breath. This is a very big deal for me to, I want you to know that. I'm serious about this and you. I just want you to feel comfortable." he said as he kissed him passionately.

Nick returned the kiss, and Bowie's words echoed in his head. This is a very big deal for me, too. I'm serious about this and you. It was good to know that he'd be doing this with someone who cared about him as much as Bowie did. "I do feel comfortable with you, Sir," he said when the kiss finally broke. "I trust you."

Bowie smiled through the kiss before letting it break and leaning back just enough look into his eyes "you have no idea how happy it makes me to hear you say that." He said before kissing Nick, in one swift motion he wrapped his arms around the boys waist and hoisted him up and guided Nick's legs to wrap around his waist as he kissed him deeply.

Nick let out a little yelp as he was picked up, but he quickly figured out how Bowie wanted him and he grabbed hold of his waist with his legs and his shoulders with his arms, his attention much more focused on the kiss than on making sure he didn't fall. He loved being held, and he trusted Bowie to make sure they were both safe.

Bowie hand his hands around Nick's waist, making sure he was holding the other tightly to prevent him from falling. Bowie kissed him before letting his mouth travel down the others neck before walking them to the bed. Setting Nick down on the bed Bowie climbed on top of him, his fingers trailing up into Nick's shirt as he nibbled playfully on Nick's neck.

Nick moaned as Bowie pulled back from his mouth, but he definitely didn't go far away. He loved having his mouth on his neck. It felt so... intimate. Almost dangerous on a primal level, with how important the veins were in that part of his body, but he trusted Bowie implicitly. His moans grew louder when they landed on the bed and Bowie kept working his neck over. Nick's hands made their way up to the Switch's shoulders, and he worked his hands inside, trying to reach skin.

Bowie hummed against the skin on his neck "Can I leave marks?" he breathed softly as he ghosted his lips over the front of the others neck nipping playfully at the front of his neck before moving to the other side to kiss it. Breaking contact for only a moment, just long enough to strip off his own shirt and toss it aside as his mouth moved to kiss along Nick's jaw. He could never get enough of how Nick's skin felt against his lips.

Nick nodded without a second thought. "Yes, Sir!" he said, already loving the idea of having marks left from this evening. "Definitely leave marks. Please leave marks." He swallowed and watched as Bowie took his shirt off, licking his lips at the sight of his bare chest. "That feels so good, Sir," he said breathlessly. "Don't-- don't stop, please."

Bowie couldn't help but laugh lout loud as Nick begged for the marks. He really didn't need to be told twice because right after he finished speaking Bowie latched his mouth onto Nick's neck, nipping and sucking a dark mark into the perfect skin "Mine." he breathed softly before moving down right over Nick's pule point and sinking his mouth down against making a deep dark mark appear as he rolled his hips against the other.

Nick ran his hands along Bowie's chest, his fingers digging in a little bit when he felt the Switch starting to work a mark into his neck. He let go with one hand and started to fumble with the buttons on his shirt, trying to open them up so that there could be more skin against skin between them. "So good, Sir," he repeated, whimpering softly as hips pressed against each other.

Bowie pulled slightly back from the boys neck, admiring the marks he'd already left before leaning in to kiss Nick. His hands moved to take over getting the others shirt off. With Nick's chest bare be ran his fingers up along the others chest. Breaking his kiss, Bowie moved his mouth down Nick's chest. Kissing and occasionally leaving dark marks behind as he moved his mouth down to one of Nick's nipples. Taking it in his mouth he tugged slightly with his teeth before rolling it lightly.

Nick was grateful when Bowie helped him out, pulling his shirt open and then off. The kisses were wonderful, as was the attention to his nipple. "Sir," he moaned, bringing his hands back up to Bowie's shoulders now that they were both bare-chested. He held onto him tightly, his moans just growing louder. His cock strained against his boxer briefs and jeans. "Feels s-so good already, Sir."

Bowie loved every little noise that Nick made, sometimes he seriously considered recording it and making it his ringtone. Reaching down between them with one hand he groped Nick through his pants, rubbing the hard on he felt through the jeans. Releasing one nipple Bowie smiled up "and I've just started." He purred before grasping the other nipple in his mouth. Working it for a bit before releasing it and working his mouth down the others chest towards his stomachs as his hand opened His pants.

Nick whimpered at the thought of how much more Bowie was going to work him over, both before and during the sex. He tried not to think too much about what he knew was coming, just so he didn't overthink things and psych himself out, and that meant he could really focus on the present. It was a little strange how much he liked the pain from Bowie's teeth on his nipples, and it lasted just long enough that he really enjoyed it. "Oh, Sir," he said breathlessly, his hips rocking up and trying to get more friction as his jeans were opened up.

Bowie had all his focus on Nick, things he didbtgat was obvious that Nick liked Bowies was carding away to make sure he'd do it again. Kissing farther down his stomachs, again leaving little marks behind his lips until he came to Nick's pants. Taking his out from inside his pants Bowie ran his fingers up along his legs till he got to the top of his jeans and undies and pulled them Both off together. Standing back he smiled "I will never get over how beautiful you look naked." He praised before leaning in to press a kiss to the inside of Nick's thigh, letting his teeth graze playfully over the flesh but not adding any pressure as his mouth worked up to Nick's hip "what do you want?" He asked pressing a kiss to his hip bone "what do you want me to do to you?"

Nick lifted his hips up to help Bowie work his pants and boxer briefs off, and he kicked the last remnants of fabric off his feet so that he was completely naked on the bed beneath the Switch. He blushed at the compliment even as his cock grew harder, and he moaned softly, thoroughly enjoying the attention to his thigh--so close, but yet still so far away from where he really wanted it. "I-- I want you, Sir," he said, taking a deep breath as he lifted himself up onto his elbows to better look at Bowie. "Inside me, Sir. Please?"

Bowie was honestly loving this, seeing nick this way, hearing him want him. Bowie waisted no time wrapping his mouth around Nicks length and sucking how down till his nose hit flesh. Bowie bobbed His head, sucking and licking at Nick like it was a sucker. After awhile he pulled off him and stroked him "roll over, im gunna prep you" he purred softly

Nick watched Bowie take his cock into his mouth for a few moments before letting his torso fall back onto the bed beneath him. He moaned as Bowie worked him over, and he moaned even louder when he lifted his mouth away from him. "Y-yes, Sir," he said, dutifully rolling over onto his stomach. "What, um-- what should I do?"

Bowie let Nick roll over on the bed before he started to rub at the small of his back "I just want you to relax. Right now this is like when I put the plug in you. I'm just gunna use my mouth and fingers. Just breath and and enjoy it" he said before leaning in as he spread Nicks cheeks. Adjusting to get a good angle he leaned down and ran his tongue over Nicks hole.

Nick breathed in deeply when Bowie told him to relax. "Your mouth--?" he asked, his voice soft but surprised. He barely had time for that to register in his mind before Bowie was doing just that. "Oh--oh," he moaned, his fingers digging into the comforter beneath him. "Sir, that's-- holy crap, Sir!"

Bowie hummed before pulling back just a tad "no ones ever rimmed you before?" He asked softly as his tongue went back to lapping against the tight hole. After a moment he slipped his tongue inside the light ring of muscles.

Nick had been rimmed before, and the action had just caught him off guard, but Bowie didn't need to know that. "Never," he said, moaning and squirming a little under Bowie's ministrations. "Oh, please don't stop that, Sir, that's so good!"

Bowie hummed happily around the flesh under his tongue. Thinking that it was a shame no one had ever done this before. Bowie spent a good amount of time sucking and working his tongue in and out of Nick. Leaning up a bit he slipped a finger inside Nick slowly "relax babe."

Nick was completely lost to Bowie. The Switch seemed to know just what to do to drive him crazy, and his cock throbbed between his stomach and the mattress beneath him. His moans grew louder when he felt a finger pushing at his hole, and he did his best to relax, just like he was told. He trusted Bowie, and he would get him through this and make it feel so good for him.

Bowie smiled softly as he slowly worked a finger inside Nick. He'd done this before with Nick, this was nothing new so right now he was just enjoying this exact moment as he worked a single finger in and out of Nick. Pulling his hand out he uickoy leaned over and grabbed a bottle of lube that he has pre-placed on the nightstand. Popping it open he dribbled some on his fingers. After rubbing it around his ingers he finally slipped two fingers inside the sub.

Nick folded his arms in front of him and used them as a pillow for his head, which he turned to one side so that he could sort of see Bowie out of the corner of his eye. He frowned a little when the Switch pulled his finger away, but he knew it would be back before too long. "Oh, Sir," he moaned as he felt the two fingers pushing inside him.

Bowie worked his two fingers inside Nick, pumping them slowly before slowly spreading them. He was working the boy open, Bowie was bigger than the plug he'd last out inside Nick, he wanted to make sure he was stretched and ready "breath deeply and relax babe." He said gently as he slipped a third finger inside him. Leaning down Bowie kissed the small of his back.

Nick did as he was told, taking in deep breaths and holding them for a few seconds before releasing them again. The slow repetition helped him relax, and he only winced a little bit when Bowie added another finger inside him. "'m relaxed, Sir," he said softly, though the way he pressed his hips into the bed to get more friction showed that he wasn't entirely relaxed.

Bowie worked his three fingers inside Nick, moving and stretching them open. His lips trailed along Nick's back and up to his shoulder "are you ready?" He asked as he pulled his fingers out from Nick and started to massage his lower back. His mouth trailing across the boys shoulder blade, nipping playfully.

Nick shuddered a little as Bowie worked his mouth along his back. He felt so full already, but he knew Bowie's cock was bigger than they were and it would probably be a bit painful at first. "I-- y-yes, Sir," he said, knowing he was nervous for nothing. "You have a condom, Sir, right?"

Bowie leaned over to kiss Nick before rubbing his ass "Of course I did." He said softly before climbing off the bed "roll on your back" he said gently as he stripped off his pants. He climbed back on the bed with the condom and lube.

Nick smiled and did as he was told. He was glad Bowie wanted to do it this way; he really wanted to be able to see the person who was inside of him like this for the first time. "Perfect, Sir," he breathed, licking his lips in anticipation.

Bowie knelt between Nicks legs, stroking himself slowly as he scanned the boy on the bed. Tearing the condom wrapper open he took the rubber out and slowly rolled it down himself. Pumping some lube into his dick he rubbed it over himself before leaning over to kiss Nick deeply "relax okay, I'm going to take care of you." He breathed as he aligned himself up with Nick's hole, running his tip around him teasingly for a moment "keep your eyes on me, I want to see you this entire time." He said using his free hand up cup Nicks face as he very slowly and very carefully pushed just his tip inside Nick.

Nick bit his lower lip nervously between his teeth while he watched Bowie open the condom and prepare his cock to go inside him. "Yes, Sir," he said, nodding a little, but not too much, since their faces were so close from the kiss. He took a deep breath and looked into Bowie's eyes, groaning loudly as he felt him press inside his hole. It was a familiar sensation, but there was something very different about it, knowing that this was Bowie, not his fingers or a toy. "You can keep going, Sir. I-- I'm good."

Bowie wanted to take this slow, slower than he ever had before. He wanted to give time for Nick's body to adjust as much as possible and to prevent as much as possible. Bowie had one hand holding the side of Nick's face, the other moved from guiding his dick in to holding the slender waist of Nick as he pushed further inside him "fuck, you feel amazing!" He moanedas he slowly deepened himself.

Nick blushed at Bowie's comment, really happy that the Switch was enjoying himself already. "I could say the same about you, Sir," he said softly, the last syllable turning into more of a moan than a proper word. He lifted one hand up and grabbed the other's shoulder, holding on as he relaxed, doing his best to let his body take all of Bowie's thick cock.

Bowie was massaging the boys hip as leaned in to take Nicks lips into a deep kiss as he finished speaking. It was slow but finally Bowie had himself buried deep inside Nick. Bowie trailed his lips down the others neck softly "how are you feeling?" He asked breathless.

Nick panted softly as the kiss broke. It was strange how much effort it took to relax and open himself up to Bowie, but he felt so good right now. Ridiculously good. "This is amazing, Sir," he said with a smile before going back in for another kiss. "Thank you so much."

Bowie took the kiss happily, keeping it deep a long for a moment "good, you have no idea how happy this makes me." He purred before pulling up a bit, in going to start moving now, gunna keep the place slow till you've adjusted me. When you're at them point just let me know so I can speed up." He breathed as his hips slowly back before slowly pushing in all the way again. Still slow but faster then the first time.

Nick let his eyes fall closed for a few seconds while he focused on the sensation of Bowie moving inside him. He remembered the order to look at the other, though, and yes, that was a good idea. He wanted to watch Bowie as he rocked his hips into him. His eyes reopened and he searched out Bowie's gaze. "I think I'm ready for more, Sir," he said after a few moments. "Are you, um--hngh--happy to be doing this with me or to be the one who's my first, Sir?"

Bowie was enjoying this, he loved the way Nick felt around, loved how tight Nick was. When he saw Nick open his eyes, Bowie leaned in to kiss him again before looking down at him “both? I’ve wanted to with you like this for awhile, and I wanted to be your first. I wanted to make sure your first time was amazing, the idea of someone else being your first didn’t sit well with me.” He said as he started to pick up his speed, rocking his hips faster into into Nick.

Nick couldn't help but go back in for another kiss when Bowie was finished answering him. And then another kiss, and another. "I'm really glad it's you, Sir," he said softly, grunting a little as Bowie thrust into him a little bit harder. "This is--oh--Sir, you make me feel so full."

Bowie accepted each kiss happily “fuck you feel so amazing! So tight, I love it.” He said one hand moving down to grasp Nick’s cock and slowly stroke him as he thrusted into the sub. His own moans growing louder and louder, he didn’t care if anyone heard them.

Nick blushed when Bowie cursed, but something about it went straight to his cock, which was hard and throbbing between their bodies. The Switch's hand on him was almost too much, and he whimpered, his sounds mixing in with the other's moans. "Sir, I-- I don't think I can make it very l-long..."

Bowie kept his hand slow and even on the boys cock, giving it just enough attention but not enough to send him over the edge so quickly. Bowie leaned down to kiss him “cum when you need to Nick. No need for permission tonight.” He said softly giving him another kiss as he thrusted in a bit harder and faster this time. His breathing getting more and more uneven. This was sex between the two of them, not a scene. He didn’t want those two thing to confuse.

Nick could feel himself drawing closer and closer to the edge as Bowie slipped in and out of him, the movement becoming more slick and welcome each time. There was still a tiny little bit of a burn there from not being used to this, but he liked it. Everything was perfect. "Yes, Sir, thank you," he breathed between kisses.

Bowie was gripping the bedding next to Nicks head so hard his knuckles were turning white as he thrusted over and over again inside Nick. He dropped his head so the two boys’ foreheads were pressed together as Bowie’s body rocked against Nicks. Flesh on flesh, there was nothing he enjoyed more when it came to sex was feeling this close with someone “god...fuck-Nick..” Bowie moaned out those three words as he felt his own orgasm building deep inside of himself.

Nick had known that sex--real sex, not just blow jobs--was intimate and something that would really connect him with the person he gave himself over to, but now he really understood just how strong of a connection that was. He held onto Bowie's arms tightly as the other thrust into him, and it was hearing his name like that, moaned out in pleasure, that sent him over the edge. "Sir!" he cried out as white strands shot out from his cock, his ass clenching down hard on Bowie's cock inside him.

Bowie kept his eyes glued on Nick, he wanted to memorize how he looked. Gripping the base of Nicks cock as he felt Nick reaching his peak. It wasn’t long till he was thrusting one more thrust deep inside the sub as he came hard into the condom. Bowie collapsed softly, his face buried into Nicks neck as he planted heavily

Nick was still floating lazily in the aftermath of his orgasm when he felt more warmth inside him. It was a strange sensation, knowing Bowie was coming inside him but that the condom was catching it all. The smile on his face wasn't about to fade for a long time, and he wrapped his arms around Bowie's back and held him close. "That was... an incredible first time, Sir. Thank you so much."

Bowie was snuggling against Nick, breathing in the scent of the boy that had become such an important part of his life. Bowie kissed Nick's neck lightly "Good, I couldn't be more happier knowing you enjoyed this. I hope it was everything you could dream of and more." he hummed before adding "plus, I had such an amazing time, to.

Nick smiled. "It was, Sir," he said softly, snuggling in closer to Bowie. He never wanted this moment to end. "It was the best first time I could have asked for. I'm... really glad I waited for it to be you, and not someone else. And I'm glad you enjoyed it, too."

Bowie adjusted, finally pulling out of Nick. Pulling the condom off himself, tying and dropping it into a trash can next to the bed before snuggling against the other "Good. I'm so glad you waited as well." He said leaning over to kiss the other softly before pulling him in "anytime you want to do it again, you know who to call."

Nick hummed softly, content to just be there with Bowie in post-sex bliss, even as the other shifted around a bit to clean up. "2018's definitely going to be a fun year, Sir... I can't wait to experience this again with you."

Bowie sighed softly a gentle smile spread across his face "We can have lots of fun, different positions, we'll have a huge blast with it." he said before running a hand through Nick's hair "though, I think now we should sleep."

Nick smiled up at Bowie. "Now we should sleep," he murmured softly. "Perfect, Sir."

#para #p:first time #p:bowie

[survivorcostarica]

Ep. 1 - “Imagine suffering, imagine euthanizing yourself, imagine losing your will to continue on...” - Randy

i cant see pls send imitrex

i have a crush on cole, i'm in this game and virgin islands with him and i really like talking to him.  he is really genuine and easy to talk to, i feel ridiculous for admitting this but this was the first thing i thought to confess about lol

I want to shoot myself in the fucking face what is my tribe?! 

Cole is such a messy thot, Kevin is that but without being remotely good at the game, Arika and Julia are best friends IRL and 1000% will be working together. Louise is a fucking saint but that also terrifies me because I can't do shit against her without being a terrible person. At least Madison is really down to earth and chill even thought I've known her for two days and met her on Club Penguin. I don't know Bryce, Noah or the other one so they're 1000% my go to people right now.

Ohkay hi hi. My name is Bryan and I’m here to try and NOT flop at this game. Ok sooo. I’m looking at my tribe and i notice. My best friend Madison is here. Just kidding i HATE her. Or at least that’s what i will want people to think so we aren’t targeted for our friendship or whatever cuz we had BEEF in our last game. Um. Josh is also here. I was in another game with him but i didn’t really get to talk to him that much. Other than that cole and Kevin seem nice enough and are talkative so that’s good. I guess I’ll just be able to talk more with other people later.

Imagine suffering, imagine euthanizing yourself, imagine losing your will to continue on in an ORG you were last minute filled into. I literally hate this whole tribe so much, and I'm going into this game with the mindset that we are losing every single immunity and reward. When I saw the first three cast reveal posts i prayed i wasnt on the orange tribe. i actually believed and god, and asked him for forgiveness for all the sins ive committed and pleaded my case to on why i shouldnt be on this tribe. but, alas here i am. so its time to play i guess I'm not good with social game, and thats why i usually fail at survivor. I always have a good first few days, but then its just me being inactive and skirmming my way until my inevitable premerge eviction. But in this game im literally going to pull all the stops i can. I will start to set up my reputation as a good survivor player. And it starts here. Even if nobody pms me I will take this game by storm. Meaning right now its getting good with the influential such as Jay and Drew. They have a few buds on the other tribe, and working with them can only help me when we hit merge. i'm also going to keep Chrissa tight because she is just such a good ally, but its also going to be hard to protect her as she is such a shit competitor. But thats all plans let me talk about to cast Cameron: Love cameron our last org played together we made final 3, and he asked me to cut him. I will keep him under my sphere of influence especially since he said he isnt familiar with this group of players Chrissa: I also love chrissa. She can be a little annoying sometimes, but she always has good intentions. She is fiercely loyal, and thats something great to have in an ally because numbers are more important in survivor than big brother Constance: I don't like him. I want nothing to do with him. The closest association I ever had with constance was us two being on the same cast reveal post. And I'm far more than content with that interaction. He's from facebook, and that means he is going to stir the pot when there isn't any stirring necessary. He is going to make a move just to make a move, and if I cut him earlier the better. But if I can work with him, and test and experience how he plays this game. I do think it would be more entertaining Drew: I have good relations with him but really havent played an org with him. I have no intentions on backstabbing him especially in this cast. I do think he will either slide into the shadows, or emerge as the person calling the shots for this tribe. Jay: Same as Drew tbh. They're together as a duo, so anything one does the other will follow. I'm not going to beef with him Jill: I haven't met Jill before this. but she is the driest person i have pm'd in a while. Me and her are having forced small talk, but i dont want to lose connections with her yet. I'm hoping she isnt well liked or well received so she can leave. Reagan: Me and her have butted heads so many times in vls. If you wanted a fight. Its going to be between me and her i bet your hat. Sam: I dont know if he's a newbie or from a community. But me and him kicked things off really well, and I'm feeling natural chemistry with him. I'll keep him near my sphere of influence for sure. Roxy: Going against Roxy is such a stupid move. Because she's just going to waste her whole entire game trying to vote you off. She gets really bitter easily, and i dont know what the hell she's saying half of the time. I dont understand her game or her mouth so im just gonna let her be...

[12:25:40 PM] 👑 Queen Roxy 👑: dam stop tryna out do my intro  do I have to add my likes too?  tch [12:25:48 PM] 👑 Queen Roxy 👑: I like big BUTTS and I cannot lie [12:25:53 PM] Chrissa Bullard: lol [12:26:54 PM] 👑 Queen Roxy 👑: okay Ill admit idc about the size of your butt [12:27:01 PM] 👑 Queen Roxy 👑: even if you have a small butt id still potentially like u [12:27:12 PM] 👑 Queen Roxy 👑: but yall are gay so like  what can a straight gal like me do [12:27:29 PM] Chrissa Bullard: hello sam and roxy with her butt equality [12:29:22 PM] Jill: if u wanna be my friend add me and SAY hey bc i forget to add people [12:29:53 PM] 👑 Queen Roxy 👑: and I say HEY what a wonderful kinda day [12:29:54 PM] Jill: also msg me ur pronouns thanks [12:29:57 PM] 👑 Queen Roxy 👑: you can learn and work and play [12:30:26 PM] 👑 Queen Roxy 👑: my pronouns are "my lord" and "your highness" [12:30:51 PM] 👑 Queen Roxy 👑: I said I was a she cause dan didn't take me seriously even tho imma hella serious [12:30:52 PM] Cameron Bee-Culpepper (Atomic Admin): my pronouns are he/they and they are actually serious :) [12:31:02 PM] 👑 Queen Roxy 👑: oi how dare you say I aint serious [12:31:36 PM] Chrissa Bullard: your highness is serious do not get my lords pronouns wrong :P [12:31:41 PM] 👑 Queen Roxy 👑: :/ I'm the lord and the queen roxy herself [12:31:42 PM] Chrissa Bullard: seriously though [12:31:47 PM] 👑 Queen Roxy 👑: of course my pronoun is your highness [12:31:57 PM] 👑 Queen Roxy 👑: thank you ! see? chrissa gets it! [12:32:02 PM] 👑 Queen Roxy 👑: look I even have a crown as proof [12:32:07 PM] Chrissa Bullard: true [12:32:13 PM] 👑 Queen Roxy 👑: i trans-itioned from being a commoner to being a queen [12:32:51 PM] 👑 Queen Roxy 👑: also if i don't pm you its cause i avoid social interactions at all times [12:33:00 PM] Chrissa Bullard: a mood [12:33:05 PM] 👑 Queen Roxy 👑: and i haven't left  my house in 9 days [12:33:13 PM] 👑 Queen Roxy 👑: apart from an hour once to go to the gym [12:33:17 PM] 👑 Queen Roxy 👑: i haven't recovered since i take medicine. its called coffee. it helps releave the symptoms of being dead inside

My tribe is probably going to be useless. Which means that we have to turn it OUT for immunity. Randy, Roxy and I are all attempting to make flags. I have faith in Randy's abilities... roxy, not so much. But she does have a good artistic ability, so I hope she turns it out for this. We can hope. We can hope.

Blah blah blah. Confessional confessional. The immunity comp is a flag making competition. Which means i can’t really participate. The one we have so far tho is super cute!! There’s a Julia on our tribe. I have to start learning people’s names. Ugh. Too much work. 

I think like our tribe will win immunity, looking at cadejo’s scores, they seem like flops I mean that tribe is super ugly so ya know… cute is gonna devour gorgeous. Anyways Anthony is doing great at the flag I gave him the ideas, he executed them for me so everyone is great. Also i got this red KEY

I really don't like my tribe but I think I like the other tribe even less just from the few people I've encountered before or at the very least heard about. If anything though that's great for me because I have all of two or three people I remotely care about so I have no issues with taking people out.

RANDY'S FLAG LOOKS TERRIBLE! but we're going with that one anyway!!! even though its literally furry meme nonsense!!! so i hope to god i dont get targetted when we lose bc i made an effort not to be a grumpy ass beyotch!

ummm roxy said she and sam wanna align with me!! it's so early!!! I may work with Reagan bc we worked together previously I think!! Everyone else seems fine. I'm gunna msg drew and everyone else tomorrow or later and say hey I've been napping!!! Go team

I honestly think im going because peop le don't tell me anything I'm scared 

[3/28/18, 1:55:57 AM] Drew (heuse1ac): "I love y-...ughch..." [3/28/18, 1:56:05 AM] Drew (heuse1ac): Cameron 2k18 im just gonna put this here ;)

Anyway. Here's some tea. Roxy thinks I talk too much about being in the hospital. Sorry sweaty, I'm disabled, I'm gonna be in the hospital. And I have the right to talk about whatever I want. ANYWAY, Constance, the literal loml, gave me this tea so that's great. I LOVE HIM. So we made an alliance of me and drew, because drew has a "bad reputation" (sweetie, you were the one making tasteless comments night one, let's not get it twisted here!!) We talk a bunch, we have good laughs, and we head to bed. I went into this round wanting to target Roxy anyway, but she just went painted a bullseye on her back for me!

This first round felt so nostalgic to me, in the sense that being gone from these games for a while allowed me to step back and revitalize the way that I play games. In the beginning of the game, I felt an immediate connection with Cameron. He is someone who has a really nice, personable outlook as a person and I could see myself becoming really good allies and friends outside of this game. I also really enjoy Drew, Sam and Jill. Drew: I was excited to see him in this game because we just met a few days before the game started because he flirted with me a little and I thought he was a nice guy in general. I haven't had the chance of getting to know him all that well yet, though he stated to me that he will not write my name down throughout the game when we were first added to the tribe, so I hope that stays as promised. Sam: We both come from the same community but we both individually transferred to Tumblr at different points in time. I don't know him well enough to say he could be someone I stay with for the long run, but I have had a few calls with him and he seems pretty straightforward about what he wants in this game and where he wants to go. I'll leave it at that for now. Jill: She is literally everything that is me. "I'm going to see my sugar daddy," "I am eating a whole barbecque chicken pizza to myself," "I need money" I LOVE THIS CHICK! We need to align and become friends for sure because I can't see myself without her! One smaller relationship I have is with Chrissa and that will require some work on my part, both game wise and friend wise included. We had a rough past on a personal note but we are working our ways around it to become friends again on a personal level, not even on a game level. I feel like if Chrissa is able to handle herself in this game with me the way she did in Arrakis ages ago, she should be good to go with me! The people I really don't talk with or connect with right now are Jay, Roxy, Randy and Regan. - Jay just hasn't spoken a lot, but that may be subject to change? - Regan has this huge negative perception that everyone has given about her and I'm honestly not about holding past games or whatnot against anyone. If she is as crazy or as ballistic as people say she is then that will happen on it's own accord. - Randy is..Randy. I'm not really putting a whole lot here. He comes off extremely weird to me and I'm not feeling it. - Roxy and Randy both share the same trait they don't mind expressing: their messy players. I'm not one to want to play with people who are going to knowingly make things difficult for me in this game moving forward. I feel like getting out people who tend to be wildcards for my individual game will boost my ability to better know the personalities I surround myself with. Intended Target: Roxy Reason: I had a call with Sam and discussed some feelings about the challenge for the flag that had taken place. In my individual opinion, expressing the idea of putting in effort for a challenge and then doing the opposite of what you said you would do, shows a false sense of sportsmanship and that bothers me. Roxy said she would make a temporary flag as a concept, but never did and constantly said "I'm lazy, so I don't want to do it." Adding on to the reason above, I was asked if I wanted to be added to a call with Sam by Roxy as they were both speaking with each other and I said I wouldn't mind joining. We both tried asking Roxy about potential ideas for the vote off and Roxy made it clear that Regan would be too easy to get rid of. Then came the critical point of the conversation where Roxy would bring up Cameron and Drew's names, stating that Drew apparently has a bad or weird reputation in the Tumblr community of games, but this is COSTA RICA not any other game. She also stated in regards to Cameron word for word that, "I just think Cameron talks about themselves too much in the main chat, and that brings people to feel for them more, and that makes them look bad" and this was in relation to when Cameron stated he was in the hospital. I found that to be extremely bothersome because otherwise, Cameron has never talked about himself constantly or anything like that. My intentions are to pull myself, Drew, Cameron, Jill, Sam and Jay to vote out Roxy. I started the idea when I asked Sam on call blatantly and he agreed and I calmly took it by step. That's all I have folks! I hope this works out and if for some odd reason I go home first, well then it was fun while it lasted! 

Okay so I need to catch yall up on how shit can turn into bliss SO reward I literally ate shit in. i scored to lowest out of everybody in the whole cast. Making myself inferior to competition flops like Chrissa. So that wasnt really well. However my soccial game has been stepping up. Even though im lacking a little bit in the pm part of my game. I have been having good chemistry with literally everybody in the tribe chat. I have also led us in the flag immunity. So me and Cameron made a flag. And the tribe had to pick which one, and it was pretty set even. I do think the end result wouldve been the same but it was nice to see people on my side and supporting me. So then we lose the tribal flag, and im literally yeeted away from the tribe. Which is really good since with this tribal vote i wouldve been thrown under the bus. allegedely roxy has been throwing names around, and had i stayed in the tribe it might of been my name that was thrown around since it was my flag that lost. so im happy to avoid the drama of the first vote. but now that people have bonded since roxy's polarization im starting to become more outcasted. I just need go stronger for immunities and amp up my social game even more. Since ive been to the other tribe I have a feeling on whats happening. Cole is aligned with all them bitches. Literally Madison Louise are people he's played with before, and when we talked in pms he said this tribe is full of his friends. He is very safe in his tribe which is really nice. Since the League of Gays need to work together at the merge : ~)

#survivorcostarica

[shewhowantsmouseears]

The Little Peach, Chapter 8

Notes: As always, thanks to my amazing editor, Drucilla!

Not much to say here, so I'll wish you all a happy summer!

Summary: With the Lucky Hammer closer yet further out of his reach, Mickey decides to take on this challenge with the family way.

Mickey and his traveling companions would have loved to stop and gawk at the impressive interior of the palace, but they didn't come here to sight-see. (That and they had an unconscious rooster to carry.) They were taken to an elaborate guest room that could have fit twenty, but also didn't appear to have been used in ages, judging from a cobweb in the corner and a few hints of dust here and there. Mickey was surprised as it dawned on him that the Princess didn't have guests.

“Of course she doesn't!” Pete groused as he was forced to drag in extra futons. “She's a Princess, ya dope! She doesn't have time for tea parties or sleepovers! She's got a lot of stuff to do, thanks to the Oni King. She's never got a moment's rest.”

“That's awfully sad,” Mickey said, sitting atop a pillow. He was frustrated that the Princess wouldn't hand over the Lucky Hammer, yet he couldn't bring himself to outright hate her for it. A promise to family was an important thing, and hadn't Mickey set out on this quest because of his own family? “Sounds like she doesn't have much in the way of friends.” Neither did he, before setting out.

“Aw, she likes us plenty!” Goofy replied as he helped drag in the last futon, tripping over it in the process. “And we like her too!” Pete made a 'so-so' gesture with his hand as Goofy talked. “She's real nice to everyone,” Pete shrugged one shoulder, “And when you get to know the real her, she's a hoot and a half.” Pete spun a finger next to his head.

“You two ever think about going into show business?” Marsupilami said with a snort, dropping Panchito with an unfriendly OOF onto the last futon.

This seemed to rouse Panchito out of his stupor, as he sat up dizzily, holding his head. “Where am I?”

“In the palace!” Mickey jogged over to Panchito, a little worried. “Are you okay? You finally met the guy who saved you, then you were out like a snuffed candle.”

“Did I?” Panchito tilted his head in thought, trying to recall. His memory acted quick, it seemed, for his cheeks, flushed, his eyes rolled back -

“Oh, no you don't.” Marsupilami pointed at Panchito with his tail, grateful that Jose wasn't with them as he'd taken over the shift guarding the front of the palace. “Maurice, give him the wake up special.”

Maurice made an oddly cheerful grunt in response, then gently grabbed Panchito by the shirt and slapped him six times back and forth. “I'M AWAKE! I'M AWAKE! And I think I lost a tooth!”

“Good, now we can focus on the real problem.” Marsupilami used his hands and tail to gesture back to the one inch wonder. “The Princess didn't give him the Lucky Hammer, in case you failed to notice.”

“Does it look like she hands out gifts?” Pete crossed his arms, glaring down at all of them. “The Lucky Hammer is hidden in the palace, and only the Princess knows the location. Plenty of people have tried to search for it, but no one's come even close! Not even when they search every single stinking inch of this doggone massive place...” The more descriptors he used, the more his helpful advice turned into low muttering.

“She mentioned a promise to her family,” Mickey began to walk around in a small circle, trying to figure out his plan of action from here on out. “Maybe she can only use it if there's an emergency?”

“If that was true,” Marsupilami replied, using his hand and tail to scratch his head. “then she would have used it against the Oni King ages ago! Even a pint-sized Princess can become a powerhouse is she's a hundred feet tall. Why, anyone could take down the Oni King if they were just big enough. Whatever she promised her old man, it must have been important enough that he'd make the rules so strict.”

“He was awfully protective of his little girl,” Goofy answered. Though his face was youthful, he'd actually been guarding the palace for a very long time. “No one was ever good enough for her, and he didn't trust most folks around her. He meant well, but, shucks, sometimes I think he couldn't imagine her all grown-up and doin' grown-up things.”

Mickey stopped in his circle, glancing up at Goofy with a raised eyebrow. “Y'know, Goofy... it sounds like you know exactly what the promise was.”

Goofy hesitated, exchanging a nervous glance with Pete. Pete let out a mean laugh. “Oh, c'mon, let 'em know! Not like any of them have a chance. I tell you, the Oni King would surrender and commit seppuku before she ever considered one of them.”

“I am both very insulted and very confused,” Panchito remarked.

Goofy shrugged both shoulders – Pete always had an easy time making Goofy bow to his requests, no matter how mean spirited they were. “Well, fellas, the thing is...on his death bed, the Emperor made the Princess promise she could only show the location of the Lucky Hammer to one person. Until then, no one's even allowed to look at it, much less go aroun' using it for themselves.”

“Enough building up dramatic tension!” Marsupilami snapped, growing impatient. “My man Mickey needs this hammer! After all we've been through, it can't be that hard to be whatever the Princess needs! Who is the only person the Princess can show it to?”

“Her husband.”

Pete rather enjoyed the stunned silence and popped eyes that created, even though he had reacted the same way when he learned this information when he first began working for the Princess. “Her what?” Mickey asked loudly in disbelief.

“Her husband.” Goofy repeated.

“Her what?!”

“Her hus-”

“They get the idea!” Pete slapped a hand over Goofy's mouth to stop the comedy routine. “And the Princess has got some crazy standards, so don't go thinkin' you can just sweep her off her feet and take the hammer. Once the sun comes, I'm personally gunna boot you all out of here! Last thing we need is a bunch of eyesores taking up room where they don't belong. Our jobs are hard enough as is, without needing to babysit a bunch of weirdos!”

Mickey didn't hear any of the abuse, still suck on the word “husband”. Just like that, his heroic journey ended with a devastating blow that he never saw coming. Did his parents know about this restriction? If he had asked them and they gave such an answer, would Mickey had ignored it and gone through with his quest? Or would have common sense kicked in and stopped him before he took his first step? His entire body slumped, and his knees hit the floor, agony clear in his small features. Pluto whined, sniffing his master and trying to give him an encouraging lick – Mickey didn't even care that his clothes got wet and sloppy from saliva. All the dangers he'd faced, all the things he'd learned, all the panic and fear he'd given his dear mother... all of it was for nothing.

“Ah, geez.” Marsupilami couldn't even think of a decent wise-crack to lighten the mood. He sat down near Mickey, watching the typically cheerful mouse lose more color. “I'm sorry, Mickey. We all did our best, but none of us saw this coming. Maybe it just wasn't meant to be.” Maurice moaned quietly in agreement, hands together in an apologetic gesture.

“What, we're giving up?” Panchito asked, rather surprised by this change in mood. “No, of course not! Mickey, where is that shining determination you won me over with? This is but another dutiful challenge in your quest, one of the stepping stones to becoming a worthy man!”

“How is getting married make me a worthy man in my father's eyes?” Mickey lifted his head, trying not to glare at his friend yet irked that Panchito couldn't see the obvious problems. “I was prepared to take down Oni, to travel across harsh terrain and face dangerous obstacles, but I can't get married just to make myself taller! I never even had friends before I left my house, and you think I can win over a girl easy-peasy? The Princess of all people?! Even if it wasn't difficult, I still wouldn't marry a girl so I could take advantage of her father's dying wish and use it for myself! That's not the act of a man, that's just...bein' a lousy jerk!”

A hush fell over the room, and Panchito had enough sense not to push the subject any further, looking down at his feet in shame. Pete snorted, not feeling sorry for anyone, and pushed Goofy out of his way so he could leave the sadsacks. Goofy watched him go, then scratched his head, feeling awkward about the whole thing. “Gwarsh, fellas, I'm real sorry. Maybe once the Princess does wind up gettin' hitched, she and her new husband will let you use the Lucky Hammer!”

Struggling to hold onto any spot of hope, Panchito jumped to his feet. “Your brilliance shines through, Sir Goofy! If Mickey cannot be her true love, we can help her find the right man!”

“She is the Princess,” Marsupilami tapped his fingers on his knees. “A girl like that must get a dozen suitors a day. Maybe all we have to do is wait it out until she chooses the right one.”

Goofy very slowly chose to look in the opposite direction, fiddling with his fingers, whistling innocently – though with his big teeth, it was difficult to carry the higher notes and he mostly wound up spitting. Mickey didn't think himself terribly brilliant, but even he could see a bad sign when it was clear in his face. “What's the problem now?”

“Aw, gee, well... I didn't mean to get your hopes up. But the Princess has been... mighty picky when it comes to who she wants to marry. We've had potential suitors come in almost every day since she got to be the right age for it... and every day she's said no.”

Marsupilami clicked his tongue. “Those must be some pretty high standards your girl's got.”

Again, Goofy's eyes wouldn't really meet anyone. No one outside of the palace knew about Minnie's unique obsession, and Clarabelle had threatened to gut anyone who dared leak it. “She's...got standards, all right.” With that, he was quick to try and change the subject to distract from their sorrows. “Why don't all of ya make yerselves comfy? I'll bring dinner when it's hot and ready! It's real nice havin' actual guests for a change. Pete can be awfully hard to get along with, and Jose will drop any conversation if he sees a pretty girl or boy across the way.”

Panchito was certainly distracted. “Wait a minute. Are you calling my sensei a skirt-chaser?”

Goofy would have defined it as skirt and pants chaser, but he had a feeling he'd said enough for one day, and quickly made for the exit. “See you at dinner!”

“HANG ON, I NEED CLARIFICATION ABOUT MY SENSEI!” Panchito bolted right after him, and Mickey was very sure he wouldn't see that silly rooster for a while.

With the nuttiest people out of the room, Mickey flopped onto his back, not caring how hard the tatami mat was. What was he supposed to do now? Go back home with his tail between his legs? Even if it wouldn't be humiliating, he'd made a vow not to return until he was a man Donald would call his son. Nothing had changed about him, far as Mickey knew, so it'd be breaking a promise, and samurai never broke their promises. Where did that leave him? What would he do with his life now? Was his only choice to actually wait until the Princess was married – a thought that made him physically ill, for unknown reasons – and hope her husband would allow Mickey to use the hammer? What if that took months? Years?

“Okay, so the goal's kaput.” Marsupilami broke the silence with a shrug. “That just means you get to find a new one. Me and Maurice? Our only goal has ever been survival, so I'd say we're doing a top-notch job. Set your new goal as low as possible, and you'll never be disappointed. High expectations is a sucker's game. For now?” He copied Mickey, flopping on his back, although at least he landed on a futon, as did Maurice. “We're staying in the guest room of the palace, for gosh sakes! We'll eat fancy food and live like kings until the sun rises. Who else can say that?”

“I guess,” Mickey mumbled, his spirits not rising any higher. Pluto quietly whined, laying near Mickey, upset that he couldn't offer his Master any help. As Marsupilami yammered on about how the scavenger life wasn't so bad, so long as you didn't mind sleeping on dirt and eating the occasional bug, Mickey felt one of his triple headaches coming on. He rubbed his head as best he could though he knew it wouldn't help, it'd just eventually fade away as it always did. Whenever he complained of them to his mother, she would always try some new herb or oil or other bad-smelling remedy to make it go away, and while it never worked, he always knew she put in as much effort as possible. Donald would complain about the stench, and throw out the ill antidote before it made Mickey nauseous – which Mickey also appreciated.

Mickey did want to be his father's son, so in that moment he tried to change gears in his mind. All day and all night, he had but one thought – if Donald was in this situation, what would he do?

~*~

At that moment, Donald was so hungry, he would have shoved all those foul-smelling remedies down his stomach with little complaint. Daisy's act of charity, which he still complained about, had made their food supply dwindle rapidly. They both knew they needed to stop in the closest village to restock if they had any hope of continuing their journey, and on this day with the sun starting to set, they spotted such a village after climbing over a small hill. It was a very tiny village, and looked like they could have entered and left it in fifteen minutes.

Of course they didn't know it was the same village Mickey had gone through days before, but they'd soon learn.

All of the villagers were outside, using their combined manpower to restore all that Maurice had destroyed. Donald tried to find the least busiest bees, not wanting to get in the way of their reconstruction, and settled on a gaggle of geese who much more interested in gabbing than sewing new curtains. “Excuse me,” Donald said as he approached the twin sisters and slouching male, “Where can we find lodging for the night?”

“Oh, not too far, good sir,” said the woman all in pink. “The inn around the corner is mostly fixed. Isn't that right, Abigail?”

“Mostly, mostly, Amelia,” the woman all in blue repeated, finding this funny. “All the rooms on top still need work, but all the ones below should be safe and sound.”

Daisy glanced around, worried about all the rampant destruction, and assumed the culprit was a deadly Oni. Oh, to think her dear baby was out in this awful world! “Have any of you seen a very small-”

“Don't bother, Daisy.” Donald roughly cut her off, not wanting Daisy to get her hopes up and have them crudely dashed. “No one will have seen him, he's too small to be seen! We'll stay the night, buy supplies, then head off in the morning.”

“Seen who?” asked the man, followed by a loud hiccup, after which he tried to adjust his torn green hat back onto its proper place. His breath made it clear he'd been drinking on the job, and it wasn't water. “Oh, we've seen a lot of crazy things, haven't we, my dears?”

“Indeed we have, Uncle Waldo!” Amelia tittered, covering her mouth with her hand. “And sometimes I still can't believe we we've seen!”

“It's because we saw it we can believe it, sister mine.” Amelia chided, wagging her finger back and forth. “Why, if I hadn't seen it with my own two eyes, I would've thought it was one of Uncle Waldo's... um... 'funny dreams'. Like that time with the pink elephants.”

“They were on parade, I tell ya!”

Donald and Daisy didn't have to look at each other to know what their spouse was thinking – the geese sounded nuts, but at the same time they worded their insanity so craftily one couldn't be curious. “What did you see?” Daisy asked.

“Aw, I bet it was just an Oni attack.” Donald huffed, unwilling to ever leave his bad mood behind. “And I've seen more than enough for one lifetime. There's nothing special about them anymore.”

Amelia smirked, leaning in because she'd finally found another person to share the tale, and it was difficult to gossip with people who already knew all the stories of their tiny town. “Have you ever seen an Oni attack stopped by a one-inch man?”

“One-inch!” Donald and Daisy yelped together, so taken aback they almost fell over. In her haste to find her boy, Daisy grabbed Amelia by her arms and began shaking her violently. “What did he look like? Was he all right? Did he miss his mommy?”

Donald managed to free Amelia by dragging his wife backwards. “What... what my wife means to say is... are you sure you saw that? It sounds pretty crazy.” Yet his heart was pounding wildly. Had Mickey actually come this way? Had they found proof Mickey was alive, at least for one moment in time? It hurt to believe, yet at the same time relief flooded through his body like a cooling mist. Mickey was too stubborn to die, too stubborn for his own good, just like Daisy.

Just like him, too, but he tried not to let that thought stay.

As Amelia smoothed down her sleeves, Abigail took over the narrator role. “Not too long ago, this wretched beast attacked out village. It was stronger than twenty men put together, no one could stop it! It destroyed everything and anything in its path, and we feared the entire village would be ruined! It was even using this poor long-tailed man as a weapon!”

“It was horrifying,” Uncle Wade added with a smelly burp, “Then funny, then back to horrifying, then funny again.”

“Just when all hope seemed lost...” Amelia resumed her role, hands spread out as she lightly mimed what she'd seen, “This very tiny person jumped into battle! Smash! Bang! Crack! Oh, it was amazing, I tell you, I only wish you could have seen it! And with one more flick of his wrist, the beast was defeated!”

The problem was with a grand story is that the longer it spreads, the more outlandish it becomes. While certain points were correct, there hadn't been any smash, bang, or crack, although you'd have a hard time convincing the gossipers there wasn't. Not knowing this, Donald and Daisy held each other's hands, their eyes wide with shock as they tried to imagine this story playing out in their minds, jaws hanging open in the wind.

“This part always makes me cry,” Abigail took over, wiping at the corners of her eyes. “I bet many a man would have slain the best right there and then, making sure it never hurt anyone else, but... not this one! He showed it compassion! He showed it mercy! They walked off together, like new friends in the sunset! I say, that's the real sign of a true man! And he was only one inch tall!”

“I say he's more the size of a peach pit.” Waldo then hiccuped three times in a row, until he lost his balance and fell flat on his tail. No one helped him up.

Daisy lost the strength in her legs, and let out a loud, consoled cry, letting Donald catch her as she sobbed into his chest. “Oh, he's all right! Thank all the gods and goddesses, he really is all right!”

Donald lightly patted Daisy on the back, smiling nervously as the geese gave his wife perplexed looks. “She's...such a sucker for sob stories.” He inhaled deeply, unsure how to feel himself. Of course it was good to know that Mickey was alive and well but – how could any of that story have a grain of truth to it? Mickey wasn't capable of taking down gigantic killer beasts! Yet why would this weird family make up such a ludicrous story? Logic battled logic, giving him a thudding migraine – it wasn't possible, yet it had been done! It couldn't be, but it was! “You really...saw all of that, start to finish?”

“It's as true as my feathers are white,” said Amelia, who had very bright white feathers. “It's a shame he left so soon. I wager the entire village would have thrown him a grand celebration for his heroic deed!”

“Or as grand as we could make it, given how much repairs cost.” Abigail admitted with a half-shrug.

“That's why we call him... hic!” Waldo hit his chest. “The Inch High – hic – The Inch High – hic – The Inch High Samurai!”

Daisy had a million questions to ask in detail, but right now the only thing she could get out was a happy “WAAAHAHAHAAAAA” which faintly reminded Donald of their days when she lamented about not having a baby. Donald himself was so conflicted about what he'd heard that he took the coward's way out and went into an unhealthy mix of denial and anger. “He's not a samurai,” he growled under his breath, trying to lead Daisy away to the inn. “He's just a boy who doesn't know what he's doing, and who is going to get himself killed!” And whose fault was that?, asked what little there was of his conscience. Not his, no! How was he supposed to know Mickey would run away when he was told that after eighteen years of being raised in a loving home his father didn't consider him a son at all?

His old injury began to throb, as if it was saying, You're kidding, right?

“Aw, phooey,” Donald muttered, grateful Daisy couldn't read minds, or she'd smack him six ways to Sunday if she heard any of it.

~*~

Mickey didn't sleep well that night, his usual headaches aside. Over and over he thought of the question, what would Donald do? His mind refused to cheat around the answer, since Donald had never been so small. The body meant nothing if he couldn't match Donald's fearless samurai soul. So Mickey went through endless scenarios, trying to envision Donald at this hopelessly lost problem, and how he would continue to move forward and never look back. With every passing minute, Mickey's own sadness began to fade away, evaporated by hope.

By the time the sun came up, Mickey found the answer to his question.

Goofy came by to drop off breakfast, but before any of his friends could chow down, Mickey raised his hand. “Sir Goofy, I need an audience with the Princess, pronto!”

The guard paused as he lowered the tray full of bowls with miso soup and white rice. “Hm? Well... she just finished up one of her meetings, she should still be in the throne room. C'mon, follow me!”

“What's the plan, Mickey?” Panchito asked as the small group followed Goofy, with Mickey taking a ride on Pluto.

“Are you going to beg and plead and cry for the Lucky Hammer?” Marsupilami asked, slurping from the bowl he snatched on the way out. “Dignity's overrated, if you ask me.” He tried to take Maurice's bowl as well, but a growl and a glare made him decide otherwise.

“I just need you all to trust me.” Mickey answered, his eyes forward and not moving an inch otherwise.

“We're with you all the way, Mickey!” Panchito pumped his fists, eyes glittering with anticipation for Mickey's heroic resolve. “No matter what! We'll follow you to the ends of the earth! Nothing can stop us!”

“Except if Jose looks at you for half a second,” Marsupilami quipped.

At the entrance to the throne room, Goofy knocked three times before announcing his presence. “Mickey and his pals would like an audience with you, Princess! Maybe to say thanks before they go?”

On the other side, Mickey could hear Minnie's strong, royal voice, which was still so strange to hear since he knew of her sweet, delicate tone. He also thought he heard her tell Clarabelle to burn something called a “Sir Sakura body pillow”, but since pillows were for heads, he assumed it was his imagination. “Enter.”

Goofy pushed the giant door open, smiling as he gestured for everyone to go inside. Minnie was sitting atop her throne, and joined at her side were Clarabelle, Pete, and Jose – THUD. “Panchito's out again.”  Marsupilami said as he caught the red-faced rooster.

Mickey ignored what ruined the dramatic entrance, bowing respectfully to the Princess as did his companions, with Maurice and Marsupilami using Panchito's body as a puppet and making him bow too. Minnie held one of her usual decorated fans in front of her mouth, making her expression difficult to read. “A good morning to you all,” she addressed them, watching Mickey with her steel-cold eyes. “I need not thanks for allowing my people to take refuge in my home. But if you wish to speak, I will hear you.”

“It would honor me more if you heard my request, Princess.” Mickey took a breath, and lifted his head. “If you will allow me and my friends... we wish to become guards of the palace!”

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