#and then she got transferred Back. and now shes like the fucking last unicorn of off-the-string iterators

[boiledegghole]

is it really a session of slugdnd without a melancholy reflection on the self and how things change

(the winner and l2tm (or, rather, lttm) have a chat as the last two left awake during a sleepover)

[summerofpinecestcontest]

Birthday Wishes, Birthday Kisses

Second place

by @penningpines

{ I know they turned 21 last year, but getting drunk for the first time on 21st birthdays is like v special to me }

Grunkle Stan guided the blindfolded twins into the kitchen, a hand resting on each of their shoulders.

“Alright, kids, you can take them off now.”

“Hardly kids now,” they heard Wendy laugh. They removed their blindfolds to find her, Soos, and both their Grunkles standing before the kitchen table, which was lined with brightly colored bottles and cans.

Mabel tilted her head. “What is—”

“Alcohol!” Stan exclaimed, throwing his arms into the air. “Booze! Man’s great equalizer!”

Ford, standing at the other side of the table, chuckled warmly. “He may have already had a bit. Happy birthday, kids! You are officially of legal drinking age now, so enjoy yourselves! But go slow. And hydrate!”

Soos raised a bottle in the air and beckoned Dipper over to him. “You’re a man now. Come try this shit.”

The dark brown glass bottle in Soos’s hand didn’t look like it contained anything terribly appetizing, and the closer Dipper got to it, the worse it stunk of yeast. He reached out to take the bottle from Soos, who was now holding it in front of him, and with another small sniff and a grimace, he reluctantly took a sip. Immediately after, he began coughing and sputtered out a, “this is disgusting!”, shoving the bottle back into Soos’s hand.

“That’s the taste of manhood,” Stan said proudly, clinking his own beer bottle against Soos’s. “It’s an acquired taste, like coffee and cigarettes and lake water. You’ll get used to it.”

“What was that last one?”

Stan narrowed his eyes. “Cigarettes?”

“N-no, after that,” Dipper replied, grabbing a bottle of water off of the table and chugging it down to get the taste of stale bread and dead dreams off of his tongue.

“Don’t worry about it,” Stan said, waving a hand dismissively.

Mabel watched in slight horror as the interaction went on. “Do I have to drink that, too?”

“No, thank fuck,” Wendy cut in, handing a colorful, foamy, multicolored atrocity to her. “I took the liberty of making you something a little more… you. It’s gonna be a total sugar rush, and you won’t be able to taste the alcohol at all, so be very careful.”

Mabel’s eyes widened as an excited gasp left her. She eagerly took the glass from Wendy, placing her lips on the colorful twisty straw she had stuck into it, and took a big sip.

“Dipper!”

A disgusted look remained on Dipper’s face as he turned to face his twin. “What?”

“You have to try this!” Mabel pushed the glass into his hands, eyes sparkling in anticipation as she waited for her brother to taste it.

Dipper raised an eyebrow, observing the foamy pink mess, before taking a small sip.

“What do you think?!” She asked enthusiastically.

He grimaced yet again. “This is so… I can feel my teeth rotting…”

“Sorry,” Wendy laughed. “I may or may not have literally poured like an entire cup of sugar in there after all the sodas and juices.”

“It doesn’t bother me,” Mabel boasted, snatching her drink back from Dipper and taking another swig.

“You’re used to running on sugar and boybands, Mabes,” he chuckled. “Of course it doesn’t bother you.”

“Try something straight with a mixer, then,” Ford suggested, tapping a finger against the lid of the vodka bottle closest to him. “Any soda or juice will mix with it.”

Dipper eyed the table, grabbing a peach Pitt Cola and an empty cup.

“You’ll wanna measure the hard stuff,” Soos advised, handing a shot glass to Dipper. “And use more mixer than alcohol, otherwise that’s all you’re gonna be able to taste.”

With an appreciative nod, Dipper filled the shot glass, poured it into the cup, and filled the rest with Pitt Cola. A single sip and he seemed satisfied with the mix. “Thanks, Soos.”

“It’s what I’m here for,” he smiled. He then deadpanned. “I am the keeper of alcoholic knowledge.”

Stan playfully slapped a hand against Soos’s back. “Sure are, big guy.”

“Oh, on that,” Wendy piped up. “Carbonation will filter the alcohol into your blood quicker, so be careful with your mixers.”

Soos cleared his throat as he stood from his spot and offered it to Dipper, Wendy mirroring the same action for Mabel. “Go on. Sit down. Drink. Talk about stuff.”

The twins took a seat, offering each other a smile across the table.

“Here’s to 21,” Mabel smiled, raising her glass to meet Dipper’s.

“21,” he repeated, tapping his glass against Mabel’s.

They each took another sip or two.

“Who do you wanna bet is more of a lightweight?” Ford asked, working away at his own bottle.

“Mabel,” Wendy responded instantly. “Definitely. No offense,” she laughed, turning her attention to the accused. “It’s just… in my experience, for some reason, alcohol tends to hit the bubbly ones first, and I’m pretty confident you’re a happy, giggly drunk.”

“What kind of drunk do you think I am?” Dipper inquired.

“Hmm…”

“Conspiracy theorist,” Stan offered easily. “I am fully expecting you to go on about lizard people once it kicks in.”

“Hey,” he laughed. “Not fair! Don’t conspiracy theorists sound crazy? I don’t think—”

“To be fair,” Soos interrupted, taking another swig of his drink. “Your book of crazy monster stuff sounds like some conspiracy type stuff a lot of the time.”

Dipper scoffed playfully in mock offense. “Gravity Falls is full of crazy shit. I am merely documenting and researching said shit.”

This time, Ford slapped a hand against Dipper’s back. “That’s my boy! Carrying on the family business, eh?”

Mabel giggled into her drink, lips pulling at her straw, perhaps a tad too fast. “You still need to find me a unicorn. Like a good unicorn. Not one that’s all full of themselves.”

“What if I find you a caticorn instead?” He offered.

“Even better!” Mabel laughed, raising her glass, which was now halfway empty.

Wendy raised hers to meet Mabel’s this time. “Slow down there, birthday girl,” she laughed, reaching for a bottle of water to offer her. “I told you this one was pretty strong, and you don’t want to make yourself sick.”

“Pshhh,” Mabel laughed. “From sugar? I don’t get sick! My body’s built up a tolerance! A-after that whole Smile Dip incident…”

“From alcohol,” she smiled, pouring one of the water bottles into Mabel’s drink until it reached the rim. “This will help, trust me.”

Soos followed suit, pouring water into what little Dipper had gotten through on his own drink.

“Take it from someone older and wiser, little dudes,” he said, grabbing his own bottle to chug. “Hydrate or diedrate.”

“Or,” Wendy laughed. “Less drastically, hydrate or get super sick and have an awful hangover in the morning.”

“Speaking of,” Soos said, turning his attention to Stan and Ford. “Do you guys remember the first time you got drunk?”

The older twins exchanged a glance, and Ford was the first to speak.

“Times were different. Laws were different, too. We were 16, and—”

“—and you got fucked off of three beers,” Stan interrupted, pointing and laughing at his twin. “And then you got sick, but I never did. Alpha Twin!”

Ford rolled his eyes playfully. “You are not the Alpha Twin just because—”

“Ha!” Now Mabel was pointing at Dipper. “You’re the Ford, I’m the Stan! Alpha Twin!”

“Yeah!” Stan cheered, thrusting his fist into the air. “I got Mabel!”

“Hey!” Dipper laughed. “What about me?”

“I got you,” Ford proclaimed proudly. “Together, we will discover all the mysteries of Gravity Falls!”

“Like whatever the hell is living at the bottom of Stan’s sock drawer,” Wendy loudly half-whispered to Soos, who stuck his hands up in defense, chuckling, “I don’t even wanna know!”

“Grunkle Stan and I will… hmm…” Mabel chewed at the tip of her straw. “Take over the world!”

“Quite a tall order to fill, little miss.” He moved in closer to ruffle her hair. “I don’t know if my back can keep up with that.”

“Oh, shit, wait!”

They all turned their attention to Wendy, who was taking hold of Mabel’s hand and helping her to her feet. “You guys need to stand up for a minute. If you sit the whole time, the first time you get up, you’ll fall over. Happened to me my first time! Robbie started freaking out for a minute, but I thought it was hilarious!”

“I’m sure it’s not so— whoa!” Mabel clutched onto Wendy’s arm, trying to stabilize herself. “Okay, maybe it’s a little bad right now.”

Soos did the same for Dipper, helping him up, though he was much more stable on his feet.

“One to ten,” Ford said, addressing the twins. “On a lev- uh, a scale, I mean. How drunk do you feel?”

“We don't…” Mabel started, to which Dipper finished, “…have anything to compare it to?”

“That was a dumb question for such a smart guy,” Stan cackled, shaking his head at his brother.

“Yeah,” he agreed, matching his twin’s joviality. “Pretty dumb!”

“What was your first time being drunk like?” Wendy asked Soos, reaching out to playfully pluck the bottle out of his hand.

“It was fun,” he snickered. “…until it wasn’t. I got, like, mega sick, dude. But before that, I was having a good ass time!”

“First time sickness buds!” She exclaimed, reaching out for a high five with the hand that wasn’t supporting Mabel.

“Is it, uh,” Dipper, who had just been released from Soos’s grasp, chuckled nervously. “Is it possible to, um, not get sick your first time? Or ever?”

“Hydrate or diedrate,” Soos repeated.

“Hydration,” Wendy giggled, thumping Soos’s bottle against his arm before handing it back to him. “And pacing yourself, and eating before, during, or both. After is kinda debated but it seems to help me, so I do it after, too. Fresh air can help.”

Mabel looked up at Stan. “Is that why you had us each so much before this?”

“As is tradition,” he winked.

“Okay,” Dipper nodded, reaching for another bottle of water with a slight quiver in his legs. Still steady so far.

“Especially you,” Wendy playfully punched Mabel in the arm, causing her to stumble. “You’ve been going at that thing way too fast.”

“The Alpha Twin,” Mabel giggled, “does not get sick. I simply transfer all my sickness to Dipper. When we were little, I had chicken pox. As soon as mine went away, Dipper got them. I haven’t gotten them since, and if that doesn’t prove my theory, I don’t know what will!”

“Mabel, I’m pretty sure chicken pox—”

“Shhh.” She pressed a finger against Dipper’s lips. “No.” Her finger dragged down his body, quickly swiping it over his chest and arms and grabbing at his hand, which she pulled down with her as she dropped to the floor. “We’re gonna sit here now!”

The room, if only slightly, steadied once Mabel had to focus less on keeping her knees from buckling or her legs from otherwise taking her down. As she looked across to Dipper, though, he seemed to be swaying a bit. Or maybe she was— she couldn’t tell.

Stan began telling a story above them, but from down on the ground, and with her lack of focus, his voice sounded small and distant.

“I’m… mmm… mm… tired.” She yawned and reached out for Dipper, who was already staring at her. “Are you tired?”

He shrugged his response. “You wanna go to bed?”

“Yes. No. Mm-may—yes.”

“Okay,” Dipper laughed. “Then let’s go to bed.”

“Okay.”

“Okay?”

“Okay,” Mabel repeated, now loud enough for the rest to hear, holding onto Dipper’s arm with one hand and Wendy’s leg with the other. She maneuvered herself onto her feet, tugging Dipper up with her, and just about shoved her face into his chest as she stumbled forward and clutched onto him more completely. “We are going to have a meeting. It’s about our twin telepathy.” She turned slightly to face the rest of the room. “And only s-s-twins who are under the age of… seventy-b-billion are allowed,” she slurred. “Okay, bye!”

“That means bedtime,” Dipper laughed, supporting Mabel as he helped move her over to the staircase. “This… may present a problem.”

Mabel stared intensely at the staircase for a moment, studying it, before she looked up slightly at her brother and pressed her hands against his chest and pushed to distance herself from him. “I am the Alpha Twin. There is no obstacle too large.”

“You’re gonna hurt yourself, Mabes. Come on. One step at a time.” He took hold of her arm which, honestly, she hadn’t noticed, and began helping her up the stairs.

“I’m doing it!” She exclaimed excitedly. “I’m doing it! I’m—” she looked down and noticed Dipper’s grip on her arm. “Oh. Well, we’re almost up there anyway!”

“Mabel, we’re only three steps up the—”

“We’re almost u-up there anyway,” she repeated, lifting an unstable foot, setting it down, lifting it again, moving it to the side, and fumbling closer to Dipper.

Wendy came up behind them, placed a hand on each of their backs, and helped push them forward. With some slight coordination issues, more than a little bit of random ‘whoaaa!’s, and Mabel tripping over her own feet not once, not twice, but three times, they made it to the top of the staircase.

“Should be able to handle it now,” Dipper giggled to himself, pulling Mabel against his chest once again and guiding her (pulling her, more like) to their shared bedroom.

He got them to the door, which, of course, was shut. He fumbled with the doorknob for a moment before the door swung open, which startled Mabel, and got them inside. He led Mabel over to her bed, which she managed to get into without too much trouble.

“Perfect birthday,” she mused, “almost.”

“Almost?” Dipper questioned, kneeling beside Mabel’s bed to keep himself from falling down. He had managed to keep it together enough up the stairs, but now his legs were threatening to give out and deprive him of his favorite pastime of walking in a straight line.

“There’s oooone birthday wish I didn’t get.” She stared up at the ceiling, clutching onto one of her stuffed animals.

“And what’s that? Maybe I can help?”

“Mm…” she thought for a moment. “No. Never mind. Too embarrassing. G’night!”

Dipper laughed, shaking her shoulder. “Come on, Mabes.”

“Nope.”

“You can tell me! I’m your twin. Come on, use the telepathy!”

She closed her eyes, placed a hand on Dipper’s forehead (well, mostly, and after a few tries), took a deep breath, and whispered, “I… wanted… a birthday kiss.”

Dipper scoffed, amused. “Is that it?”

“What do you mean ‘is that it’?!” She sat up quickly, opening her eyes and turning to look at him, face flushed. “It’s embarrassing! Aren’t you embarrassed?!”

“Mm… nope. Come on, you’ve admitted to me before that you’ve thought about it.”

“Thinking about it and actually doing it are two very different things, Dipper!”

He raised his hands up defensively with a soft laugh. “Alright, alright, just thought I’d offer.”

Mabel groaned playfully. She fell back into her mattress with a soft thud. “Okay… fine… come here.”

“What?”

“Come here! I’m gonna close my eyes so it’s not so… weird… and you’re gonna kiss me like I’m a princess.”

She could feel the weight on her bed shift, signaling that Dipper had sat down next to her. His next question came softly, softer than she expected, and she had to strain her ears to hear it.

“Like you’re a princess?”

“M-mhm…” she felt a little shyer about it now. It felt more real than when she had proposed it. She kept her eyes shut, but she felt her body tighten and flinch as he moved closer to her.

“Actually…” she opened her eyes to find Dipper’s face about a foot away from hers, watching her with a loving gaze. A slight smile was pulling at the corner of his mouth.

“Okay,” she breathed. She couldn’t help but smile, reflecting her twin’s. “You can… you can do it now.”

She let her eyes flutter shut again, and he followed her lead, closing the space between them slowly, anticipation building.

His lips hovered above hers for a moment, soft breath matching her own, tension in the room building to a climax when he slowly, softly pressed their lips together.

Though anticipated, it took both of them a split second to process what was happening. Quivering lips steadied as they pressed against their matching pair, and for a moment, they were stuck there, until Dipper pressed his harder against his twin’s before awkwardly pulling away.

He opened his eyes, almost hesitantly, and watched as Mabel did the same. She blushed deeply before breaking out into a fit of giggles, forcing her head to the side so her hair would fall into her face and offer even the slightest bit of concealment.

“Perfect birthday,” she mumbled into her pillow. “For real this time.”

Dipper moved in again to plant another kiss against her face, this one a soft, loving peck on the forehead. “I’m glad,” he grinned. “I agree.”

A comfortable silence filled the room, until he whispered, “goodnight, Mabel. Happy birthday.”

She felt the weight of her mattress shift again as he stood up, crossing the room to get into his own bed.

“Um, Dipp?”

“Yeah, Mabes?”

Mabel rolled over onto her other side to face him. “Can… um… can I get birthday cuddles, too? Like old times?”

He simply chuckled, turning and walking back to her bed, which she had begun moving stuffed animals and pillows off of to give him space to lie down.

“Thank you, bro bro.” She nuzzled her face into his chest as he wrapped his arms around her and rested his chin on the top of her head, breathing in her scent.

“Anything for the Alpha Twin,” he murmured, earning a giggle from his sister as she nuzzled closer to him.

“Best birthday ever,” Dipper repeated, mumbling into Mabel’s hair, arms tightening around her midsection in a protective squeeze.

Not bad, 21. Not bad at all.

[ladyreapermc]

Fic: Insatiable Craving (John Wick x Reader)

Summary: AU. Visiting Daisy’s dorm, John runs into Y/N instead and they can’t keep their hands off each other. Part 1: Brooklyn Baby  | Part 2: A little loss of innocence | Part 4: Make it Hurt | Part 5: Play with Fire |

Author’s notes: Have some more filth. Feedback is appreciated

Wordcount: 2736

Warnings: age gap; smut (oral; dirty talk)

This wasn’t the first time that John visited Daisy’s dorm, though he had been out of the country when she did the typical transition of moving into college for the first time, leaving Helen to come with her alone, much to his ex-wife chagrin.

He still remembered the argument they had over the phone when he called to let Daisy know. John visited her as soon as he had been back, unsure how to mark this momentous phase of his daughter’s life since he had never experienced such things as college or even formal education.

Back then, Daisy had a different roommate who asked to be transferred six months in because his daughter was loud. Daisy had been hurt, of course. She was the life of the party and so used to everyone loving her all through high school. In college, it was harder for her to fit in, but one thing that John was proud to see was the resilience that she inherited from him and soon enough she found the right way to manage this new context. Right around that time, Daisy met Y/N, and they became inseparable.

Funny that John barely remembered meeting her back then. She was a meek and quiet girl, trailing along after his daughter and barely being able to hold his gaze. They met a few other times during the last three years, John was sure of it, but he couldn’t even recall what she looked like or if they even interacted. She was a completely different creature now and John wondered what happened that made her grow into her own skin and officially haunt his dreams.  

They both knew what they were doing was wrong, of course. Maybe if they had kept it as a one-time thing, an impulsive decision of two lonely people, it could have been forgotten and he wouldn’t feel as guilty.

However, she showed up at his step two weeks later looking for more, and that put them in a territory of crossed lines that could never be uncrossed. John was too far deep, enamored by her submissiveness, and willing to give herself wholeheartedly to him. He never had that before.

Helen had been his Dom during their whole marriage before that there was Marcus, who also took that position. Whenever he had one-night stands, John never let himself explore those urges. Too many consequences with too dangerous people. But with her? It felt natural to dominate her, command her every motion, and take care of her. It was the release he needed in a life that always seemed so out of his control.

John didn’t choose to be the killing machine that they made him. He didn’t choose to be so effective in his job or to be under High Table’s command, like an attack dog that all they needed to do was direct and release.

He didn’t even choose to be with Helen at first. It was more like a desperate need because she had been something bright and beautiful for the first time in his life. She chose to be with him despite all the ugliness of his soul but she also chose to let him go when she couldn’t take it anymore.

John chose Y/N. He could have sent her away when she showed up on her door. He could have pushed her away when she got on his lap. He could have taken the right path but in a life of darkness, what was one more sin? So he chose her but John had yet to make the call to see her again.

The night after she had visited him, John got a contract and had to leave. She had been disappointed by his sudden departure but accepted his promise of a call as soon as he returned, which happened this morning. Now here John was, ready for his weekly dinner with Daisy but knowing that afterward, she would be meeting him in a hotel, putting herself completely at his disposal.

As John approached the right room, he could hear loud pop music coming from the place. His knuckles rasped on the door and moments later Daisy yanked the door open, her eyes widening at seeing him. She forgot about their dinner, he realized.

“You’re back!” she squealed, throwing herself in his arms, John chuckled and hugged her. He loved how Daisy had inherited Helen’s brightness.

“Just got in this morning. Can you do dinner, or should we reschedule?” He settled her back on the ground, watching as Daisy thought for a moment.

“No, no. We can go. I just need to take a quick shower and get dressed,” she said, already moving about the room, gathering what she needed: toiletry bag, towel, and clothes. “I’ll be back in 15 minutes max.”

John just hummed in agreement, watching his daughter disappearing out the door. He had talked to Helen about getting Daisy an apartment in the city so she could have more space and privacy, but Helen wanted their daughter to make that decision herself; start to learn some independence and in the end, John didn’t argue.

Helen knew their daughter best after all since once they divorced, Daisy lived with her. It was logical, of course. John was always all around the world all the time. Helen was the one that could offer the girl a stable home. So she kept custody and since she and John remained civil, he had visitation rights, which he took advantage of whenever he was in town.

As Daisy grew older, John felt them distancing themselves. Maybe it was just the fact that Daisy had completely different interests and personalities. Or maybe she just sensed that he had been lying to her for so long, either way, John felt the strain and distance and tried his best to keep them together at any cost because the thought of losing his daughter put the fear of God in his heart. She was the only beacon of light in his life.

Just by looking at her side of the dorm, he could see it, her bright and bubbly personality on the pastels tones of her duvet and cheerful wall decorations with little lights and unicorn figures. Her desk was cluttered with makeup and hair ties and other little trinkets she collected over the years. She was, like her mom, an artistic person fond of vivid colors and chaos.

The other side of the dorm showed a much more subdued tone of its other occupant. The bed duvet a dark blue and the walls adorned with sticker notes and study aids, but a few inspirational phrases from famous thinkers. Above the neat and organized desk, there were shelves packed to capacity with books, most of them textbooks but John spotted a few classics too, family pictures, and a few medals.

Before he could take a closer look, have a chance to know a little more about the girl that had just wormed her way into his life, the door opened, dragging his attention away. John expected to see Daisy since her fifteen had long passed but instead, it was Y/N, face flushed, hair wet and messy, her clothes seemly damp and clinging to her skin.

“Mr. Wick,” she looked startled, flush getting brighter. “I thought…”

Her words hung unfinished as John moved closer, crowding her against the wall. He hadn’t realized how much he missed and craved her until he laid his eyes on her. Now all John could think was having a taste.

She met his lips willingly, arms coming around his neck and threading through his hair as John invaded her mouth with ferocity, nipping and sucking her lower lip, making her moan softly against him. She tasted and smelled of chlorine and though it was strange John liked it. He liked everything about her.

“We should stop,” he mumbled even if his lips were descending her neck, chasing her taste. “Daisy will be back from her shower soon.”

“How long she’s been gone?” she asked, tilting her head back, pushing her hair away to give him more space to work.

“ten, maybe fifteen minutes.”

“Then we have another 20 minutes, maybe 30,” she smirked at him, hand cupping John through his trousers and he grunted against her collarbone. “Daisy likes to take her time.”

She squeezed his hardening cock and John wished he had the strength of will to say no that they could get caught by his daughter, but he had spent a week having only his hand as his company and he missed her. He missed the feel of her tight cunt squeezing around him and he shouldn’t be that addicted over something he only had once.

“How do you want me, sir?” she asked, giving him a look through her lashes, and any sanity left for John’s flew straight out of the window.

“Knees,” he growled, pushing her down. “I want your mouth around me right now.”

She nodded, undoing his buttons with quick, nimble fingers while he gathered her hair, brushing them away from her face so John could see her as she licked her lips in want when she took his cock out of his pants and underwear, stroking him to full hardness.

“You’re so fucking big, sir,” she blinked up at him with a smirk. “I can’t fit all that in my mouth.”

“Take what you can,” he ordered, rocking his hips until she took the hint and brought his leaking tip to her lips. “But don’t worry, you’ll learn to take all of me because I’m gonna fuck that pretty little mouth.”

There it was again, the little whimper of need that she let out whenever John said something that aroused her. He bet if he reached between her legs right now she would be hot and soaked, maybe even ready to take him. John loved how horny she was; how she wanted him to use her in any way he saw fit.

Her tongue snaked out to catch the precum glistening at his tip and she hummed in pleasure before kissing the crown of his head softly, lips dragging over his length along with her tongue, exploring and discovering his cock. In other circumstances, John would let her keep going, take her time, but they were toeing the line of getting caught and he was too desperate for slow.

“Open up,” he ordered, tugging on her hair and taking his length in hand, stroking a couple of times to spark those bolts of pleasure all over his body, before he guided his cock into the wet heat of her mouth. Her soft lips pressed and stretched around his girth as he inched deeper and deeper until he felt resistance.

He let her adjust to his size, her tongue rubbing against this underside, her cheeks hollowing with just enough suction and he groaned at the feel of it and the look in her eyes. Big doe eyes silently asking if it was right; if this was how he wanted.

“Almost perfect, darling.” John caressed her cheek, feeling his shape against her skin before he adjusted the angle of her head ad pushed deeper. He saw the flash of panic in her eyes as his head pressed forward, activating her gagging reflexes.

She spluttered and choked, tears gathering on the corner of her eyes and saliva leaking from her mouth. John petted her cheek and shushed her, whispering encouragements for her to relax and breathe through her nose. He pulled back, giving her, a bit of reprieve, she gasped and panted, looking up at him with tear-stained face and pout as if already missing his cock.

John couldn’t resist bending down and catching her lips in a soft kiss before returning his length back into her mouth and this time, when he pushed farther, she was ready and forced herself to relax welcoming him in and swallowing around his head, making John groan.

“You’re such a fast learner, darling,” he praised, speeding up his motions, feeling the telltale drawing on his balls and busts of pleasure through his body. John was close and he couldn’t way to cum all over that pretty little mouth.

Her fists tightened on the fabric of his trousers as she relaxed her jaw and John started to fuck her mouth in a faster pace, the wet heat surrounding him felt delicious, but not quite like the velvet walls of her cunt, which he truly missed. But for now, this would do.

Later tonight, John would spread her open on the bed, make her cum as many times as she could handle until the was an incoherent mess, completely at his mercy just like she put him at hers with her sweet little smile and bewitching gaze.

Just the thought of having her all to himself without the worry and constriction of time was enough to send John over the edge and he felt the pull in his spin, the pressure becoming unbearable. He pulled out just enough to leave only his tip on her lips before he came with a grunt, hand tightening in her hair as his cum spilled over her waiting tongue and mouth.

She took all of it, looking at him hungrily, making a show of swallowing every drop. John groaned again and dragged her upwards for a savage kiss that made him taste himself, her hands clenching on his shirt as she moaned against his lips, her legs pressed tight together and John chuckled, knowing she was soaked and in desperate need for release.

“Remember, darling,” he said, pressing a soft kiss against her jaw. “That cunt is mine and you’re not allowed to touch it without permission.”

“I know, sir,” her voice was a little whiny, almost pitiful as she pouted at him.

“Be a good girl and get your reward later tonight.”

She nodded eagerly, meeting his lips again but the kiss was short-lived as they caught the sound of Daisy cheerfully talking to someone just outside the door. She quickly scrambled to her side of the dorm, while John turned his back to the door to tuck himself back into his pants.

“I’m ready!” Daisy announced as she busted into the room with a wide smile, her gaze bouncing from John to Y/N sitting at her desk, trying to do her best to not look guilty. “Uhh! You should come and have dinner with dad and me, Beebee!”

“Beebee?” John asked confused. She smiled at him and this time the flush on her cheek was more of out shyness than arousal like she reverted to timid girl the second they weren’t fucking.

“Just a silly nickname,” she shrugged.

“Yeah, because she’s a Brooklyn Baby!” Daisy declared with a proud grin and John had a feeling his daughter coined it. “Get it? Anyway, are you coming?”

John just hummed, glancing at her in expectation, part of him wanted her to come along but at the same time, he knew he wouldn’t be able to really focus if she was there, his thought venturing in dirty territories due to her mere presence.

“Thanks, but I have a paper to finish,” she said, smiling at Daisy. “Besides, I don’t want to intrude in your father-daughter time.”

“You can do it later,” Daisy insisted, shooting those very effective puppy dog eyes of hers, but the other girl seemed immune because she just rolled her eyes. “Come oooon.”

“I have a thing later.” Daisy’s pout turned into a smirk.

“Does this thing have anything to do with the reason you came home last week full of hickeys?”

John nearly choked in panic, covering up with a quick, fake cough as Y/N flushed bright red. He had forgotten completely he had left her those little parting gift.

“Daisy!” she chided her friend with a glare and John decided it was time to intervene.

“Sweetie, I’m sure your friend doesn’t want to have this conversation in front of me and we should really get going.” With one hand on the small of Daisy’s back, John guided his daughter to the door, pausing briefly to look at her. “You’re sure you don’t want to join us, Beebee?”

The nickname rolled off his tongue easily and her eyes darkened a little as she caught her lower lip between her teeth, giving him a very suggestive look.

“I’m sure, Mr. Wick. See you later.”

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Request Friday: Shobbs with a Modern Magic AU twist. Luke is a by the books, follows the strict guidelines forbeing a wizard. Deckard, due to his specialized spec op training tends to utilize more grey practices. I loved to see a few examples of the boys not having the right ingredients/circumstances/equipment and Deckard gets creative with how to get the spell done. Luke is adamantly against it and then reluctantly impressed, only to eventually try his hand at it too. Like, Luke uses a traditional wand to channel magic— Deckard uses whatever object at hand to get the job done. Luke is a powerhouse but lacks Deckard’s finesse with spellwork— so Luke blasts the door off the hinges while Deck charms the lock open. Luke knocks a guard out, Deck Jedi Mind Tricks them. Whatever examples you’d like or can come up with!

Hey friend! Sorry I kept this one off, but it was just such an amazing idea, I wanted to save it for later when I could get all of my ideas down. Because this is going to be such an amazing Au!!! Again, sorry it took me a week to do it 😭

~~~

Like glared at the other warlock sitting across from him, who was smirking like crazy. Which Luke hated because Deckard Shaw shouldn't look so smug wearing an orange jumpsuit and handcuffs

"I'm not sure how the fuck you managed to set your last cell on fire, only using a coin," Luke hissed. "But your magical shenanigan bullshit is going to come to an end."

Shaw simply smirked harder.

"Aw, is the shitty little agent jealous that he's too thick headed to think outside of the box for once?" He taunted

"Unlike a piece of scum criminal like you, I don't have to rely on stupid little tricks to save my ass." Luke snarled. "If you pull another stunt like this, I'll make sure they stuff a magical suppressor down your throat."

Shaw narrowed his eyes

"I'd like to see you try."

~~~

When Luke finds himself in the cell across from Deckard, wearing his own orange jumpsuit, Luke knows deep down he had the same ingenious ideas that Shaw did when it came to magic

Because when he watches Deckard mumble a few short words and draw a symbol in the air with his magic, Luke's impressed as the symbol seems to solidify and act as a small platform Deckard can jump off of

Luke's never seen someone do something like that before. Even the oldest masters he knows of would need a much longer incantation

Nonetheless, Luke uses his own magic to boost his speed, but knows it's nothing compared to Deckard's

~~~

Luke finds himself sitting across from Deckard again, but this time, neither are playing the role of criminal and law enforcer. No, they're both after Cipher and using any means necessary

Which apparently includes several pencils, if the ones in Deckard's hands show anything

"Shaw, what the fresh hell are you doing?"

"Saving magic."

"What."

"Have you never put your own magic into an object?" Deckard asked him, eyeing Luke as if he had just asked Deckard how to breath

"I've used fucking wands before, you asshole. But normally those involve unicorn or phoenix. Not graphite."

"I swear, Hobbs. Every single time we meet, it's like you've never even used your magic." Deckard sighed and sent Luke a pitying look. "If you use an object enough, it gains a certain amount of magic. This is how haunted items exist, but by adding my magic to an object rapidly, it is held in the object, but not used by the object since it's not used to the magic."

Luke stared

Deckard stared back

"And how are a bunch of pencils going to help?"

Deckard rolled his eyes again

"If I'm low on magic, I can either draw from the pencils, or just use them as raw magic and chuck 'em."

"Like a grenade."

"Like a grenade."

~~~

"No!"

Luke could still feel the way his throat burned when he had screamed that. He could still feel the fear and horror coursing through his veins as he watched Deckard's limp body land on the ground, the ringing of several bullets still in Luke's ears

Now, watching Deckard mixing a few things together to make a clear slime, Luke had to wonder why he felt so strongly about Deckard

Deckard just smiled at him, and Luke could see out of the corner of his eye that Sam was already enchanted by Deckard's magic

The Brit made a circle with his fingers and dipped them into the slime and pulled it back out. With a wink, Deckard blew between his fingers

"Oh my god! Dad, look!" Sam exclaimed excitedly

Shaking his head, Luke just watched a huge bubbles slipped from Deckard's fingers, the bubbles glistening strongly in the sunlight and showing off every color imaginable

"Very impressive. Especially since you used coca cola as one of the ingredients in your potion." Luke said dryly. Deckard just smiled bigger and blew a bubble into his face

~~~

"All right, how do you want to play this?" Luke whispered. He looked over at Deckard, who was also peaking out at the Eteon guards

"Slow and carefully. Take them out one by one." Deckard whispered back

"Got it.'

Raising a hand, Luke held his magic for a bit, letting it build up until releasing it. The large blast hit every single goon in the hallway, making them collapse to the ground unmoving

"Bloody fucking hell, Luke!" Deckard yelped next to him. "Do you want to be more obvious?!"

Luke felt his ears burn at the way Deckard glared at him

"That's what I was trained for."

"You're more than just some high voltage weapon," Deckard snapped. "This is why I tell you you're not subtle at all!"

With that, Deckard storms ahead, leaving Luke to wonder if his training truly was for naught

~~~

Luke eyed the green concoction in front of him

"If you're tying to poison me, I was hoping you'd be a little less obvious, Deck."

"Shut it, twinkletoes," Deckard said back, no heat in his voice. He was still focused on carefully grabbing up extra spiderweb to throw into cauldron he was using. "This potion will help with your cold."

"Are you sure about that?" Luke asked slowly. "I don't remember you being trained as a healer."

Deckard shrugged

"When you had to practically raise two brats that got sick constantly, you learned how to do the basics."

"Without a professional telling you if what you're doing will kill the other person."

"If I wanted to kill you, I would have used this knife. Now shut up and take the potion."

Wrinkling his nose, Luke did so.

~~~

"Deckard! Deck! Come on, talk to me!" Luke begged, his voice cracking just a bit at the end.

Deckard simply answered him with a bone rattling wheeze as he laid still in Luke's arms, too weak to do much else as the wound in his chest bled.

He was covered in blood, and so was Luke, as the larger man tried to desperately press his hand against Deckard's wound and keep him alive.

"Deck, stay with me. Helps on its way." Luke kept talking and tried to keep Deckard awake

Deckard weakly shook his head

"Not- not going to make it." Deckard gasped

"Deck, don't say that!"

"Luke, stop."

"I'm not going to let you be a fucking martyr, you jackass!"

That made the corner of Deckard's mouth raise

"No. There's another way."

"Goddammit Deck! How many times do I have to remind you neither of us are trained healers! We can't just force our magic on each other and heal."

"Then make it neutral magic." Deckard gasped in pain, but kept eye contact with Luke, willing him to think

Luke stared at him

"No. Deck. I can't-"

"Luke," Deckard whispered. "It's the only way."

"No! It's not Deckard!" But even as Luke said that, he knew he was lying. He could see the life leaving Deckard rapidly. Backup wouldn't make it. "Fine! But I'll need a magic conductor."

"My knife."

Luke glared at him

Deckard simply stared back, eyes glassy

Knowing he had no choice, Luke grabbed for one of the many knives on Deckard's person. Once he had the large knife in his hand, he looked back down at Deckard

He was infinitely pale and kept gasping for air.

Luke didn't have much time

Releasing his hold on Deckard's wound, Luke grasped the knife with both hands, one palm on the blade and being cut opening

Ignoring the pain, Luke concentrated and slowly, but steadily pumping the knife with as much magic as he could without destroy it.

It felt like and eternity, with only Deckard's ragged breathing filling the air

"Luke, that should be enough." Deckard called weakly. "Quickly, stab me with it."

"Stab you?! I'm trying to keep you alive, not finish you off!"

Deckard shook his head

"It's the only way the magic will transfer fully."

"Deck, if this doesn't work..."

"It will. Trust me."

Luke could see the determination and trust in Deckard's eyes. Somehow the smaller man knew Luke's magical stabbing wouldn't kill him

Without another word, Luke brought the knife up to Deckard's wound, took a deep breath and slowly slid the knife in

Deckard threw his head back with a low, pained groan until the knife was halfway in

Luke let the handle go, and stared in horror at the knife protruding from Deckard's chest

He had just sealed Deckard's fate

Suddenly, the knife was faintly glowing, the light growing brighter and brighter every second. Luke's eyes grew along with it

He could see the magic pouring off the knife, and spiraling down into Deckard's body. Slowly, the wound started to close as the magic started healing the smaller man

"Luke!" Deckard gasped. "Take it out!"

Without hesitation, Luke grabbed the knife's handle and very slowly drew it out, the magic flowing down it and repairing the damage left behind

As soon as the knife was free, Luke tossed it away from them, and gently grabbed for Deckard. His wound was still there but it looked infinitely better

"Deck."

"Luke." The Brit looked up at him, pain still eched on his face. "I knew you could do it, she-hulk."

Smiling down at Deckard, Luke cupped his face

"Yeah, well, I needed someone to help me think outside the box."

"Glad I could finally show you what magic's all about." Deckard smiled back

I hope you enjoyed this friend! Sorry again for taking so long on it!

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Gateway Drug | Part Sixty-Five

A/N: If you didn't see my post yesterday, I decide to break this chapter into 2 chapters. The preview for this chapter is included in the next chapter.

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Warning(s): Explicit language, mentions of drug abuse

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I blink my eyes open to see Izzy standing over me, my brows furrowing at the sight of him, confusion filing into my mind.

“Izzy.” I croak out, closing my eyes again for a moment.

“Viv.” He replies.

"What're you doing here?" I groan, tiredly.

"A girl I hooked up with last night lives in this neighborhood." He tells me. "Karen let me in."

“Of course she did.” I mumble, sitting up with another groan, and he sits on the floor next to me, pulling a cigarette out of his pocket, lighting it.

“So, like, what happened?” He asks me, looking around at the shithole mess I made last night and I lick my cracked lips, feeling the tightness of dried, mascara coated tears that have glued to my face, and let out an exhausted breath.

“You ever walk into your house and wonder ‘exactly how many surfaces did my husband and his mistress possibly have sex on’?”

“Nope.” He replies, blowing out smoke, and I glance at him.

“Well, that’s what happened.” I reply, sighing. “I thought I was doing good, Izzy. I really thought we were getting better. And we weren’t. It was all bullshit.”

“Trust me, Viv, I’ve fucking been there.” He mumbles.

“I gave her a key to my house.” I repeat what I told him earlier and he looks at me for a moment, looking as if he doesn’t quite know what to say. “I might as well have just handed him over to her and said, ‘he’s yours, have at it’.” I add, letting out a chuckle, although it’s not funny. “I’m not like her. I act nothing like her. I haven’t accomplished as much as she has. I’m not established like she is. I look nothing like her--”

“--She’s a ten but the drugs make her a five. And her being batshit crazy knocks her down to a solid two...on a good day. You’re a ten. Your niceness adds two points, your patience adds two more points, and your crazy is hot, which adds five more points. So technically you’re a seventeen. Don’t compare yourself to a fucking crack addict when there’s barely anything left of her to compare to.” He orders sternly, and I push a strand of hair behind my ear. “And the only thing she can say she’s got on you, is screwing your husband, and she brags about it because strung out Nikki Sixx is obviously a prize.” He sarcastically states and I smile a little. “He didn’t cheat because you weren’t enough, Viv. He cheated because he’s fucking stupid and the drugs just add to it. I assure you, if you were ugly or something, none of us would wanna fuck you. But we do.”

“Gee, thanks, Izzy.” I flatly say, furrowing my brows slightly, and he nudges me with his elbow.

“You’re a seventeen.” He reassures me, smiling.

“See, this is what I would’ve appreciated hearing the other night.” I inform him.

“I was an ass the other night.” He admits. “I’m sorry for yelling at you...and there’s nothing wrong with you not picking up on our hints that something was wrong. You just see the best in people sometimes when they’re fucking shitty, is all.”

“Trust me I’ve learned my lesson.” I scoff.

“No, don’t let this bullshit ruin a good thing. You can still see the good in people and try to be positive about them, just use a little discernment from now on.” He shrugs and I wipe my eyes as he takes another drag of his cigarette.

“Did we just have a moment, Izzy?” I ask, and he furrows his brows and looks at me.

“No.”

“I think we did.”

“No, we didn’t.”

“I think we did. I think we just got a little closer in our friendship.”

“Nope, I don’t think so.”

“We did.”

“We didn’t.”

“I love you and I’m glad we’re friends.”

He just looks at me, trying not to smile, before getting a serious look on his face.

“It’ll be okay, Viv.” He assures me, genuinely, and I nod.

“I know it will be, I’m just kinda scared to go through the hell I’m gonna need to go through in order to get to the ‘it’s okay now’ part.”

“I know you are.” He tells me, exhaling more smoke. “I know you are.” 

That’s the thing about Izzy: a raging jackass when he wants to be, and quiet for the most part, but when he gets serious about something, it’s genuine and hard to ever forget.

Once Izzy decides to go home, I’m staring at the letter from Playboy, eyeing the number left at the bottom of the page for their project manager.

“Just call and see what they say.” I tell myself, taking a deep breath, my palms starting to sweat.

I dial the number and it rings a few times before someone picks up.

“Playboy Enterprises, this is Erika.”

I convince myself to calm down and ease the nerves bunching in my stomach before I reply.

“Y-Yes, this is Vivian Sixx. I got a letter from you guys?”

“Yes, they’ve been hoping you would call. Give me a moment and I’ll transfer your call to our PM.” She tells me.

“Okay, thank you.”

I wait for a moment as the line cuts out, before it cuts back in again.

“Mrs. Sixx?” Another woman’s voice greets me.

“Yes?”

“This is Danielle Wyther, I’m the one that sent you the letter.” She explains.

“Oh.”

“I take it you’ve made your decision.” She says next and I let out a little sigh, hesitantly giving an answer.

“I’m not comfortable doing full nudity--I mean, I don’t have an issue being nude but, like, I want the important parts covered.” I’m saying before I can stop myself, and I furrow my brows and mouth “what the fuck” to myself for being so blunt.

“...We didn’t expect anything different from you, Vivian, no worries.” She tells me and I let out a relieved breath. “We’ve already prepared for more tasteful photos.”

She goes on to tell me when I need to meet with her to sign my contract of payment and a temporary NDA ensuring I won’t let it out to the public I’m posing until they decide to announce it themselves, and then we go over when I need to come to Chicago to shoot.

Once a date is set to meet, and for the photoshoot itself, we hang up and I turn around to see Karen holding a cup of coffee, wearing her bedroom shoes due to the glass on the floor that I need to clean up.

“You didn’t hear that.” I tell her.

“I have no clue what you’re talking about.” She replies, obviously knowing what I’m talking about, but clearly not in a hurry to tell Nikki about it.

She just raises her brows and takes a sip of her coffee, minding her own business. 

After breakfast, I try to clean up the best I can, not even necessarily wanting to go to my room to grab a change of clothes and shower once I'm done, but I do. 

I'll just leave our room a shitshow for him since we're coming back for a five day break in like a week anyway. 

I shower and change clothes, grabbing my car keys.

"Where are you going?" Karen asks me.

"To see Sharise and Sky, and then I’m going out with the guys before I get home.” I tell her.

“Alright, be careful.”

“I will.”

I knew Karen wouldn’t say a thing to Nikki about Playboy, and she honestly never said a thing to me about it...but I could tell she didn’t necessarily agree with my decision, because nobody really agreed with it, they tolerated it.

In all honesty they all thought I had lost my mind, finally, because I was Vivian. Goody-goody, Christianly, worst-thing-ever-done-was-marry-someone-my-mother-didn’t-approve-of, Saint Vivian.

“Yes, I’m sure about it, Sharise.” I tell her, Skylar sticking a unicorn sticker to my face, making me smile at her as Sharise raises her brows at me.

“But you’ll be n-a-k-e-d.” She spells out so Skylar won’t catch on. “A-s-s and b-o-o-b-s out. For everyone to see.”

“Not really, everything’s gonna be covered.”

“Barely.”

“But still covered, nonetheless.” I argue.

“Do you want me to go with you?” She asks next.

“I wanna go!” Skylar says, looking at her mom, not even knowing where exactly we’re going, but wanting to tag along.

“No, I’ll probably have Duff or Steven go with me.” She tell her and she raises her brows.

“Oh...Duff...okay…”

“What?” I ask, furrowing my brows a little and she holds back a tight-lipped smile, shaking her head and shrugging.

“Nothing, Viv. Nothing at all. It’s just...you know…”

“...What exactly do I know?” I question.

“You know what you know.” She says back, matter-of-fact, and I think a moment before scoffing out.

“Oh, puh-lease, Sharise.” I hold back a bark of laughter.

“You know where I’m getting that idea, too.” She states and I shake my head.

“You are crazy.”

“Am I? You’ve just recently been hurt, you’re vulnerable, you’re confused, he’s available and attractive, and a complete gentleman--”

“--Which is exactly why nothing is happening because he’s not going to take advantage of me right now.” I tell her.

“Right now?” She widens her eyes and I sigh. “Ah, so you admit something’s cooking, it’s just not being served at the table at the moment.”

“It’s being poured down the drain because he’s got his own thing and I’ve got mine and neither of us are like that with each other.”

“He broke up with his ‘thing’ earlier this year and yours was just caught with a crack pipe in one hand, a needle in the other, and another woman’s mouth on his d-i-c-k, which sounds like a justified divorce to me.” She says to me, picking Sky up, and I let out a breath...because she’s right.

“Look, just think before you jump into the deep end. Just because there’s room for you to land, doesn’t mean there aren’t sharks waiting for you to dive in.” She warns me and I just nod slowly, rubbing my lips together.

I stay at Sharise’s for a couple more hours, before I’m meeting Duff at the Whisky because they’re playing a show tonight.

“Thank you.” I say as a girl in the crowded room moves for me to squeeze by her to get backstage with the guys once the show is over.

I crack open the door, seeing Axl in his assless chaps, his hair going all kinds of directions in it’s teased glory, and he smiles widely at me.

“Hey, Viv.” He greets me, and I step in to see everybody else in the room: Slash, Izzy, Stevie, Duff, and...no, no, that’s impossible.

I furrow my brows, my heart stopping in my chest.

“D-Dad?” I ask.

He’s just as shell shocked as I am, until his face is lighting up, tears coming to his eyes, as he nervously steps to me.

“What’re you doing here?” I ask next, realizing I’m about to cry.

I haven’t seen him in four years. We’ve written to each other every once in a while just to check up, but I haven’t seen him or heard his voice in four years.

“I’ve been coming down this part of town the past few nights when I heard you were back home.” He explains to me.

“Why?”

He doesn’t have to answer this, I know why. He heard his daughter’s husband possibly cheated on with her, and the mistress announced it on national television.

“Well, I couldn't really comfort you through a stupid letter.” He says and a tear rolls down my cheek.

“Aww, Dad." My voice cracks and he gives me a big hug.

"And I'll fly to wherever he is and give him a piece of my mind,  just say 'when' and I'll give him a real reason to go crawling to another woman." He states and I laugh, pulling away to wipe my eyes, getting a good, up close look at my dad. 

His hair is already starting to grey, despite only being forty-one, and his brown eyes haven't lost any of their spark that's been in them even since I could remember. 

He wipes my tears, giving me a reassuring smile. 

"I'm okay, Dad." I tell him, sniffling, looking around at the guys before looking back up at him. "How do you even know them?"

Apparently, several months prior, my dad happened to be in the same convenience store as Steven, who he saw was trying to smuggle a bag of Cheetos up his shirt because he couldn’t afford to buy them so my dad gave him a few hundred bucks and when he told Steven his name Stevie remembered my maiden name was “Kinston” and asked my dad if he knew me. It went from there and resulted in my dad checking in on them from time to time, but none of them ever told me because they weren’t ever really sure how I felt about my dad.

After the guys get changed, we’re heading to get some food  at the Rainbow with my dad tagging along.

“After she watched the Wizard of Oz with her aunt, she’d pretend she was the Good Witch of the South and used to get out of her little bubble baths and run through the house, calling herself the ‘Bubble Fairy’, with her mom chasing after her.” My dad tells the guys and I squeeze my eyes shut, wishing he wouldn’t have told the story of the notorious “Bubble Fairy.”

“Dad, they didn’t need to know that.” I say to him, seeing Duff and Slash trying to hide their laughter.

“Oh, it’s not that bad, Viv, you were a toddler.” My dad insists. “It was precious.”

“Yeah, maybe you should recreate it and let us see if it’s just as precious.” Izzy says to aggravate me.

“Hey, watch it.” My dad scolds him and I smile smugly at Izzy.

“Yeah, watch it." I echo and Izzy narrows his eyes at me.

"Whatever you say, Bubble Fairy." He says to me and I'm kicking at him under the table, before I'm looking at my dad again, taking a sip of Pepsi.

"Change of subject, why didn't you just come by the house?" I ask my dad.

"I didn't know if you would've wanted me to, if you were still trying to handle everything." He adds. "I was going to when I heard you had a health scare, but I didn't want to overstep any boundaries."

"Dad, I wouldn't have minded." I assure him, shaking my head a little. 

"Well, how much longer are you going to be in town?" He asks.

"Um, I'm flying out tomorrow for about a week, but we're supposed to be coming back home for a break." I explain. 

"'We're'? He's coming back home with you…is he staying with you?" He questions and I blink a couple times. 

"Well, y-yeah, we're still married, dad, so we're gonna be staying in the same house." I explain. "Especially since his manager thinks it's best if we play it off to the public and the media that the situation was a misunderstanding." 

"How the hell does one 'misunderstand' being engaged to a married man?" He asks, and the guys raise their brows.

"Well--"

"--I'd rip his manager a new one and tell him to use it to let out all the extra shit he's full of." 

My eyes widen, and I'm shocked, because I've never heard my dad this angry. 

"Dad, it's okay. After the tour if we want to file for divorce, we will."

"When is the tour over?"

"Next spring."

"Vivian, do you have any idea how long divorce takes to be finalized?" He asks and I rub my lips together. "If you genuinely want to get divorced, I suggest filing now so you can almost be done with it by the time the tour ends." 

"We've tried. She won't listen." Axl states, lighting a cigarette and I glare at him. 

"I'm weighing my options, dad." I say.

"And what's he doing?" He asks next. 

"Shooting heroin and screwing groupies." Axl interjects again.

"Axl." I snap. 

"Dude, c'mon." Duff lightly says, not amused with his suggestion. 

"What?" Axl looks at us. "Coming from a dude, infidelity is like cockroaches. For every one you know about, there's a hundred more you don't know about." 

"Dude!" Stevie scolds him, looking at him like he's lost his mind. 

"So we're just gonna pretend there's no chance that Vanity isn't the first chick Nikki's been with in the six years they've been together?" Axl keeps going. 

"I'm going to the bathroom." I mumble, getting out of the booth, trying not to think about the possibility of Nikki cheating with multiple other girls, but knowing it isn't too far-fetched to consider it.

After a couple minutes of wiping tears in the bathroom stall, I hear the door open, and wait to hear the clicking of heels on the tile floor, but instead hear heavy footsteps.

“Viv?” Duff asks and I let out a relieved sigh, sniffling.

“I’m fine.” I say to him, despite it not sounding convincing in the slightest.

“No, you’re not.” He tells me and I roll my eyes, opening the stall, looking up at him.

“I am.”

“There’s no fucking cameras around, you know that right?” He raises his brows and I exhale softly, throwing my wet, snotty tissue in the garbage can, stepping to the mirror to fix my face the best I can.

“I’ve thought of the possibility of him having others.” I admit, wiping the running mascara from my face as he leans against the stall’s fixture and looks at me in the mirror. “I’ve thought about it, and it’s one of my worst fucking fears is hearing this whole time there’s been girls left and right that’s he’s managed to sneak past me. I don’t like it, but I have thought about it. I’m not oblivious to that possibility.”

“I know you aren’t.” He nods.

“But he’s all I’ve known.” I tell him, taking a deep breath. “He’s all I’ve known and he’s all I’ve got and if I look for any more trouble, I’m gonna find it, and I’d rather not repeat this cycle of feeling like the biggest fucking idiot, so if we can just skip the conversation altogether I’d be really appreciative of it.” I state, turning to face him.

“Got it.” He promises. “And Axl doesn’t mean anything by it, Viv, alright? He just misses the mark when it comes to communication.” He shrugs. 

“I suppose.” I sigh out. “I’m sorry, you’re probably tired of me crying.”

“I wish you wouldn’t cry because I don’t like to see it, but I think you have every reason to, right now. I’m just happy you’re not completely losing your shit like I expected you to.” He explains and I raise my brows.

“Define ‘losing your shit’.”

He looks at me with raised brows.

“What did you do?” He asks me, amused.

“It’s not really what I’ve done...more so what I’m going to do.”

“What’re you going to do?”

“...Playboy sent me a letter, offering $40,000 for a cover shoot and interview, and some pictures to go along with it.” I watch as his eyes widen, and he gets an uneasy look on his face.

“Viv, you aren’t, like, the Playboy type, though.” He points out, worriedly.

“Well, no, I’m not, and I know that and they know that, so when I called just decided to do ‘tasteful’ nude shots.”

“‘Tasteful’ by Vivian standards, or ‘tasteful’ by pornographic magazine standards?”

“Vivian standards. Naked, but none of the good stuff is showing.” I state.

“Oh, okay.” He laughs out, nervously. “Are you...sure about it?”

“Well, at first I did it for the money because if Nikki leaves me, I’m not gonna have a penny to my name--”

“--Vivian, if you need money and somewhere to stay if things go to shit, you can just ask me or one of the guys.” He offers, looking like the thought of me posing nude just for money, doesn’t sit right with him because he knows I wouldn’t do it unless I felt I had no other choice.

“You didn’t let me finish.” I tell him, smiling. “But then they said it’d be tasteful and I wouldn’t have to show everything, and now it sounds kinda fun.”

“And what does Nikki think of it?” He asks me an important question and I go to speak, but stop myself, exhaling.

“What Nikki doesn’t know, won’t hurt him.” Is all I can come up with.

“Uh, I think Nikki will know when he sees his wife on the cover of Playboy.” He argues.

“It’s not like I’m gonna be posed on the front with my tits and pussy out, spread eagle for the world to ogle at my anatomy.” I counter and he squeezes his eyes closed, shaking his head a little.

“I didn’t need to picture you like that, Viv.” He says and I feel my cheeks heat up in embarrassment.

“Oops, sorry.” I say, rubbing my lips together. “Hey, there is something I need to ask you, though.”

“Yeah?” He replies, looking at me.

“Tomorrow I’m going to their office here in town to sign the paperwork and stuff, and then I’m going to Chicago for the photoshoot, because conveniently enough, Motley Crue will be in Chicago for a few days, and I was wondering if you’d want to come with me.”

He laughs like it’s absurd.

“You are crazy.” He says, in disbelief.  “You are crazy.”

“Duff--”

“--If he finds out I was there with you, Viv, I just--you are crazy.”

“So, you’re not gonna go with me?” I ask him, scared he’s going to say “no” to avoid pissing Nikki off.

But he completely surprises me when he says:

“I wouldn’t miss it for the world.”

[filthysweetie]

James Bond drabble

Prompt: “Dear Diary...” 

missed a day >.< this one is begging to be a longer story, but i had to cut it so i can finish packing...note that there’s a brief description of torture in this one.

Edit: This now has a sequel here if anyone wants to read it :) 

———

Dear Diary,

Let it be known this is done under duress. Apparently, not being a bloody field agent does not get you out of psych evaluations and ‘recommended’ methods to cope with ‘high stress levels’ and ‘worrying tendency to identify job performance as self-worth’. I bet they didn’t make Boothyard do this. You get kidnapped once and then everyone suddenly thinks you’re a delicate flower. 

Hell, Bond got kidnapped (I guess it’s just called captured when they’re agents…which actually is now making me quite offended that when I was taken it was called kidnapping) on 7 of his last 15 missions. I don’t see him writing a damn diary about it! (Although god, imagine that.) Besides, what’s the point of keeping a diary if it’s mandated and also!! Your psychiatrist will be reading it? Maybe I should start writing in code. 01000110 01110101 01100011 01101011 00100000 01111001 01101111 01110101 00100000 01000100 01110010 00101110 00100000 01011001 01100101 01101110 00101110 ——— “What is…that?”

Q turned, not the least bit surprised to see James standing there behind him. He had a mission coming up and was obviously ready for his kit. Q did a little ritual over the case, always so sad to see the fine pieces of machinery go when the chance of them returning was so dismal. Instead of focusing on the kit, though…Q followed his eyes to the little journal on his desk. It was covered in stickers (most of them shiny, some of them hello kitty gifted by a little one on the tube who got three on before he or her mother noticed) and attached in the pen holder was a pen with a fuzzy feather top. It was rainbow. 

Can’t blame the man for noticing it, it was a rather stark deviation from the normal color pallet and maturity level of Q’s desk.

“Oh, that old thing?” Q pat the top with a little more force than necessary, “my psych assigned diary. I figure if they choose to treat me like a child I may as well oblige.”

James took a moment before speaking, “And what, pray tell, made them think you need it?”

Q blinked, “Does that mean you’ve done it too?” That was a bit of a surprise. The double-o agents seems to thrive on their disregard of ‘normal’ coping, of medical, and of psych all together.

“Answer the question, Q.” James had the audacity to roll his eyes.

“Now I’m very curious,” Q can’t help it, “what do you write in it? About the girls you like? About more interesting ways to destroy my tech?”

“Mostly survivors guilt.” James says, nonchalant.

Well, that answers that, “Oh…” damn it, now he’s obliged to answer James’ question regardless of if this is an interrogation tactic or not. He gives a half shrug, “Dr. Yen assigned it after the kidnapping.”

“Excuse me?”

“I know, I thought it was all very much over the top as well.” Q fights a sigh, “Now your kit—”

James shakes his head, “No, wait, you were kidnapped?”

Q blinks, ignores the chill that goes down his spine; “I knew they didn’t release that on the official channels but I assumed you’d know none the less.” Q clears his throat, “Now, your kit.”

James quiets then, but there are a lot of questions behind his eyes. Who’s to say if Q focuses on his tech a bit more than he normally would. ——— Dear diary, 

I didn’t realize it had been kept quite so secret. I should have known, we are a spy organization. But I was {Q hesitates over the word, crossing out kidn and captu wishing suddenly that he was using his standard pencil instead of this purple inked mess of a pen} gone for 11 days. I guess I figured they would have told the double-os at least, maybe brought them in to help find me. Not that I needed anyone’s help, of course, I mean I got out of there myself, didn’t need anyone rescuing this damsel.

But the fact that {Ja is scribbled over fully; must remember that this will be read} there were agents I’m the primary handler of that didn’t notice at all. What excuse were they told when I wasn’t on the comms? Would they have just kept been given excuses until the forgot to keep asking?

My cats were fed, at least. Moneypenny thought I would come back, or at least held out enough hope to not sell my apartment and put my cats in a shelter after 11 bloody days. 

R had been searching non-stop—bless her, I think she needs this exercise more than me. Poor girl looked like she hadn’t slept since I’d left; keeping all the missions on track while searching for me. It was her and Riley and Sunil that found me on the security footage after I got out of that place and got me a pickup. It’s not like I was forgotten or anything. {Why do I feel forgotten? Q stares at the line in it’s stark purple ink for a long moment before crossing it out. He doesn’t want to talk about that with himself, let alone Dr. Yen.}

Regardless. R has finished debriefing me on all active missions that I’d missed some portion on, and overall everything is going well. Testing of the new laser pen fell behind during my absence but it’s to be expected. It will give me something to do tomorrow when most of my active agents are in transit. ——— “Q, Sir, we really need you in the pit.” Laila said, standing at the threshold of his office, seeming a bit more frazzled than normal. There are no alarms (auditory or silent) going off around her, so the attitude was a bit perplexing.

Q puts the soldering iron down on it’s stand and takes off the magnification glasses, replacing them with his own, already getting up and heading towards her, “What’s the matter?”

“Sir, one of the agents is being belligerent; requesting to speak only to you before moving forward with his mission.”

That’s a new one; “Alright then, transfer the secure line to my station please, Laila.”

It’s always nice, walking out to the floor, seeing his people working away. Standing at the center of it is like being cocooned within the greatest minds of London. It’s safe. 

“Yes?”

“Q”Jame’s voice is instantly recognizable, “I’ve arrived in Paraguay and will be rendezvousing with the contact at 1430.”

Q waited. Nothing.

“And?”

“That is all.”

Q blinked, glad that James couldn’t see the confusion that must certainly be coving his face, “You called me away from my prototypes to give me a standard mission update that you could have given to any one of my people?”

“Had to make sure you were still around, Q”

“Still—” it clicks, “Oh. Well. Yes, I am very much still around.

“Good.” Is that a smile in his voice or is Q projecting? “I’ll check in again after the rendezvous.”

Q’s throat clicks, dry; “I’ll be here.” ———— Dear Diary, 

When will this little experiment be over? It’s been a half month! I haven’t got much free time at all, and wasting it in this damn book isn’t helping anyone. Least of all me. ————— “I notice you haven’t actually written anything about the kidnapping?” Dr. Yen asks, looking through his entries with a clinical eye.

“I much prefer to call it capture.” Q says in leu of an answer. The sticker covered mess looks silly in her hands, but she seemed to have enjoyed his take on ‘making it his own’ even if he’d been doing the antithesis of that. Granted, some of his minions have added stickers to it too—so next to hello kitty is a ‘back it the fuck up’ sticker in fancy script with an old school desktop monitor showing the phrase, and a sparkly unicorn that Trevor insists is from his kids but Q has his doubts. If he leaves it on his desk unattended, when he comes back there are always new stickers. No one ever opens it, respecting some privacy that doesn’t really need respecting (it’s not like there’s anything of substance in there), but it’s a nice gesture none the less.

Dr. Yen smiles, “Of course,” Q wishes she were a bit more of a dick like Dr. Reynard had been—it was easier to dismiss someone when they were being an ass, “I notice you haven’t written about your capture—or escape for that matter—at all. There are some references to it, but no detail. Do you have any thoughts on why that is?”

Q takes a sip of tea. It is nice that these meetings are uninterrupted tea time—though he could do without the conversation. 

“There’s nothing important to say about it.” Q set the mug down, making sure to be gentle about it, “it’s all done, and I don’t exactly plan to get kidna—captured again.”

Dr. Yen gives an amused smile, “no one really plans to get captured at all.” Then, “Sometimes the act of writing down an experience”—she stopped using ‘traumatizing experience’ a while ago, Q did not have a traumatizing experience, thank you—“can solidify it in our reality. It may be difficult to do that at first, but once it is solidified, we can begin to process it in a healthy way.”

“It’s already written up in the after-action report.”

“Yes, but that was what happened, not how it felt to be going through those things.”

Q rolls his eyes, “do you want me to write a soliloquy on how sad and lonely it was and how I felt abandoned by MI6 and made peace with my death? Or maybe how it transformed me in ineffable ways and I have a new lease on life?”

It was so annoying to lay on that perfect level of sarcasm to have it disregarded so thoroughly, “If that’s how you feel, yes.” God she’s so earnest. 

“Well it wasn’t” Q snapped out. He picked up the mug again and took another sip. Setting it down extra soft, with barely a ‘clink’ on the glass table, “Excuse me, I must be more tired than I thought.”

“Not to worry,” Dr. Yen smiled, “your job is stressful any given day of the week, it’s certainly understandable. Please do give it a thought though as you go through this week. Sometimes putting things to paper allows our minds to ‘get it out of our system’ instead of having it linger in our subconscious.”

“Very well. I will give it some thought.” ———— Dear Diary, 

Lets give it the old college try, shall we?

I admire James Bond. He’s one of our best field agents, though his record for returning his tech is abysmal. He seems to come back from the brink of death more times than a cat and never seems to let it affect him. Always ready for the next mission.

I want to be like that. He’s been through so much, the loss of M, the burning of his home, the burning of so many false starts at a normal life, and he comes back and he may be battered but he’s still whole. Undoubtedly whole. I get kidnapped once and now I can’t even get a good nights sleep unless I’m folded awkwardly on the little couch in my office, and of course that sleep is poorer for other reasons. 

I know I’m capable, I know I can destroy countries and get myself out of most any situation that I find myself in, but I didn’t realize exactly how that situation would affect me. I haven’t lost confidence in my abilities, but maybe loss of confidence in my security? Is it just a waiting game to see when I’ll next be thrown into the back of a van, drugged, and then wake up in a windowless room, IV in my arm strapped to a chair with no fucking idea how much time has passed? When will I next find myself threatened and beaten? The soles of my feet slashed, so dehydrated that I can’t put my head up without feeling dizzy? 

Obviously I can survive it. I have. 

The thought of it happening again…it’s terrifying. And it can happen at any time. And I thought I admired James because he looked like a good lay. Maybe it’s because he seems unbreakable and I worry I’m already broken. ———— Q stared at the pages for a long time. Was he supposed to feel hollow?

He tore them out, crumpled them like a secret and then lit them on fire. This was a spy organization after all, no point in letting that level of weakness get out. ———— Dear Diary, 

Laila got a new corgi puppy. Despite being a cat person, I have to admit it’s quite cute.

[irndad]

top of the world- s.h.

a/n: first steve harrington fic! 

summary: at a party, with his new girlfriend, steve spills a drink on her dress, and she says something that gives him deja vu in the worst of ways. (ends well, though) 

The thing about it is, since the beginning, he’d always been waiting for the moment the rug would be pulled out from under him.

And Steve, he knew her. Trusted her. His girlfriend, of a few months now, was the kind of woman who could make you feel like the world was a good place, like there’s something to hope for whenever she’s near. She’s so good to him, from the night they met and every night since, flustered when he flirts but kind when it’s obvious he just wants affection back.

She might be the best thing that ever happened to him.

After what happened with Nancy, (bullshit, you’re bullshit) it wasn’t easy to believe someone was honest about loving him. That someone he chose could do the same back, in all the ways he did. And he’s so goddamn lucky that she transferred in her senior year, that all the cards fell the way that they did, because she is so wonderful.

They met when he’d offered to show her around the school, and she’d been nervous but sweet, a silly nervous tick of brushing hair behind her ear even when it hadn’t fallen, just so she’d had something to do. She liked his kind of music and talked too much and too loud in all the best ways.

She’d just been so pretty, pretty eyes and pretty laugh and just- really endearing. Really, really endearing.

And because he’s stupid and can’t pace himself, Steve had asked her out. The first day they met.

She had preened and said yes.

And for the first time since having met Nancy, he felt really hopeful about loving someone.

Tonight, they’re at a party. It’s Tommy’s, because of course it is.

She’s drunk, and he’s not exactly sober, but she’s further gone than him. And he’s not worried about anything right now, just looking at his girl, laughing and smiling, close to him.

It’s all just really great, how big she smiles at him, gorgeous and happy, and he loves her. Loves her like he wasn’t sure what it meant before he met her.

When they’re dancing, though, he spills a bit of his drink on her white dress. He expects her to be mad, it’s a red drink on her new white dress, and he bites his lip before he hears her laugh.

“You wanna come help me clean this up?” She says warmly, and maybe it’s because he’s tipsy, but dear lord, he loves the sound of his voice.

He kisses her cheek quickly before saying, “Of course, baby.”

She rolls her eyes at this, though it’s soft and kind, enough fondness it makes him kiss the junction of her neck and shoulder.

“You’re so touchy,” she laughs, but doesn’t move his arms, which are wrapped firmly around her waist as they walk to the bathroom to clean up the spill.

“Have you seen yourself? He says, looking at the both of them in the mirror, arms wrapped around her waist, “How could I not?”

She really does look gorgeous, the prettiest girl in the world. The dash of red on her lips, the shimmer of her dress, the way she looks at him like he’s the center of her world.

She laughs, then jumps up on the counter so he could clean the spill. Brat.

Comfortable quiet fills the small room for a moment, her idly humming inebriated and happy. She’s leaning into him, and she smells like the perfume he bought for her.

“Steve,” she says, and her voice is shaky, but not the crying kind, the reckless kind, “This is bullshit.”

And the whole world freezes.

The room is too small, the music seems faded and all the warm, soft happiness growing inside his chest like flowers seem like they’re just choking him.

And his mind goes fucking crazy, thinks about the last time he was in a bathroom with a girl he loved who’d told him that he was bullshit.

But this isn’t him and Nancy, this isn’t them, okay, Steve knows she loves him. She told him. She tells him all the time. He’s sure.

“What?”

“This,” she says, eyes fluttering,” All of it.”

And when she says this, he thinks back to the first time he told her he loved her. In his car, sitting in her drive way because they didn’t want the night to end. The way she lit up when he said it, like a flower blooming, slow and gorgeous. Like she was the lucky one. And the way she said it back, like an oath- He believed her.

It was just the truth. They were in love.

“You’re bullshit.”

She says it, but her voice is still warm, and this- she has to means something else. Not what Nancy had meant. Not when losing her was a whole different kind of loss.

But still, his head makes him picture what this might end like. Her, telling him he’s bullshit, that they’re not in love, how she never meant any of it. Her walking away and not accepting any apology he might give, and losing her. It’s all so goddamn vivid.

She was happy, though. Unless he’s a god awful boyfriend and can’t tell when the woman he loves is upset, he knows she was happy.

“I-I’m bullshit?”

“Everything is,” she says, after huffing in a breath, and wraps her arms around his neck, and Christ this is confusing, but as long as she’s going to let me be near, then he’d take it.

She looks at him in the eye, tips his chin up with her perfectly painted fingernail, and she’s just so lovely. Plucked out of heaven.

And losing her- they’re kids. Shit changes. She’s going to college, they might fight, break ups happen. But it’s the worst thing he can picture in the world right now. No more wrist kisses, no more shocked laughter when she finds him throwing rocks at her window after midnight. No more feeling like the best man in the world because she’d picked him.

“You love me, right?” he blurts out. Her brushes a hand against her cheek, a temptation he can’t resist.

Her nose crinkles, and she brings him closer with a delicate hand on the back of his neck.

“Always,” she says, louder and sure, so he knows she means it.

And he lets out a breath he didn’t know he was holding, leans his head on her collarbone just to take a breath.

“Why’m I bullshit then?” He speaks into the skin of her neck. She smells like gardenias.

He thinks she might’ve sobered up a little, because she gathers his face in her hands, and looks him in the eye.

“The King…King Steve thing,” she says, “Bullshit. You’re so much more than that.”

And yeah, he knew that. Knew King Steve wasn’t who he was, he’s more than that. But the whole thing seems ridiculous, thinking his girlfriend was about to tear his heart out, when she was really being sweet.

His life is so fucking weird.

“If I’m not King Steve,” he says, picking his head up to look at her, and placing a hand on her face. She’s so close, “Then what am I?”

She laughs then, that gorgeous sound echoing through the tiny space, her had thrown back a bit.

“Well, you’re my Prince.”

He leans in closer.

“Is that so?”

When he kisses her, her smile tastes like cherry chapstick and love.

(When she wakes up the next morning, after he’s walked the both of them back to his place, and fell asleep in his bed within minutes, she asks him about it.

She asks him about when she’s still in his arms, morning sunlight drenching her in hold, makeup smudged from the night before. She still looks perfect.

“Why did you ask that?”

There’s a kiss before he replies.

“Ask what?”

“You know.”

“I knew what I wanted your answer to be,” he says, “You got me all sappy and shit. Got me listening the Carpenters like an idiot.”

“I’m on the top of the woooooorld,” she sings softly, a shit-eating grin on her face, and he’s so fucked because it’s still cute.

“I love you,” she says, after a beat. She gets it, what he means, why he reacted the way he did.

“I love you more.” he says, and when she smiles into his neck, he’s on the top of the world.)

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[luckyfirerabbit]

Jaune Doe: pt 7

(short and sweet, it’s how it came out)

It's been hills and valleys for him the last couple weeks. The nightmares come and go in waves, a few nights on, then off, then on again for a few more. His appetite is inconsistent but he doesn't appear to have an issue with it, though the staff is worried about his weight. But, on the positive side, they've got him off the IV completely and are managing his pain rather well with Ibuprofen. He's up and walking as expected. His concussion is healing as it should as well, but his memory is still spotty at best. Aside from his sleep disturbances his mood is stable, even pleasant, and he's able to tolerate what few visitors he receives with little issue.

Today, however, Jaune is noticeably concerned, lounging in his bed and staring at the ceiling with a sever knit to his brow. His transfer date is coming up and he doesn't know what to do. Pyrrha said she would figure it out, or at least help him do it, but she hasn't brought him anything yet, not even the copy of his file that she promised.

What's going to happen to him? Will they just toss him out? No, no...would they really?

"Knock, knock,"

Jaune blinks out of his troubled haze, reflexively smiling. "Hey, Pyrrha, I was just thinking about you."

"Oh yeah? Good things I hope." Oh my gods, why did I say that? She's starting to second guess herself already.

"You could say that." he lilts his head, noncommittal. "Everything okay? What's in the bag?"

"Well," she knows he's referring to the duffel bag she has in one hand. She approaches the bed and sets it down near the foot of it, asking for permission to sit on the edge before continuing. "I actually wanted to talk to you about your transfer."

"Oh, good. What did you find out?"

"I've got all the information on the hospital campuses available for you right here." she props her briefcase on her lap and opens it, passing him a folder that he had expected to be much thicker. "Most of them are nearby, and a few of them have single occupancy units so you could have some privacy if you wanted."

"That's great, thank you." he takes the papers, seemingly genuinely relieved. "And what about the copy of my file?"

"That's here too." she's still sifting through everything she keeps in the case, producing another pale colored file.

He shows his gratitude through a short lived but heartfelt smile, though the expression kinks with curiosity. "And the bag?"

Pyrrha snaps her case closed and takes a sharp, stabilizing breath at the same time. "I...bought you some clothes. I had to guess your size for the most part, but...yeah. There's some hard-soled slippers in there that should fit you, too, at least until you can tell me your shoe size."

"Pyrrha," he's stunned, "y-you didn't have to do that."

"I know, I wanted to." she can't look at him, focusing on her hands and the way her fingers drum at the edges of her briefcase. "I also wanted to ask you something."

"Besides my shoe size?" the little chuckle at the end sounds nervous.

"Yes," she laughs in turn. "I was wondering...I applied to be your sponsor. If you want...you can come and stay with me."

His brow creases, a mixture of concern and uncertainty flickering in his eyes. His hands fumble with the papers he's holding, eventually settling to let them sit atop his thighs when he draws his legs up. "I...you didn't...why would you do that?"

"What do you mean?"

"I mean," his hand reaches back and cups his neck, rubbing out the anxiety he feels mounting in his chest. He lifts his eyes and meets her gaze briefly. "It's...shit," he pushes his hand through his hair, fingernails in his scalp and catching on a cut he forgot about. "I don't know how to say it without sounding like an asshole."

"Then just say it, it's okay." she assures him.

"What's your angle?" he blurts out, feeling the shame of the hidden accusation immediately.

Part of her thinks she gets it, it's the same part that pushes down the little hurt brought on by his suspicion. After everything he's been through -just the stuff she knows about- how was he supposed to trust her like that? It's a wonder he has any trust for her at all.

Eventually Pyrrha just smiles and waits until he looks at her again. "Like I said before, I just want to help."

He still holds a certain uneasy wariness in his face. "And if I say no?"

"Then that's your choice." she nods once. "I'd hope you'd accept the clothes, though, considering you don't really have anything," she laughs, an attempt to break the tension that she's certain fails, "but you're welcome to say no. I'll still be your advocate, I'll still work on your case and make sure you're taken care of. Nothing changes."

Jaune hears sirens in his head, warnings, some vicious and desperate thing screaming for him to retreat. It's a trap is all he can think, in spite of everything he's seen -he knows- to the contrary.

For a moment the two just look at each other, and Pyrrha eventually takes that as a sign. She eases to her feet, her brief case tucked under her arm.

"Take some time to think it over, and just let me know when you've made a decision, okay? Until then, if you need me, just have someone page me."

He nods. "...Thanks." he offers timidly.

"Of course."

---

Every so often Pyrrha will skip her evening trip to the gym in favor of dinner out with her coworkers, which usually consists of Blake or Billy or Sahv, or some combination of the three. Tonight it's Blake and Yang joining her at Magic Wok. The three of them manage to get a booth tucked away in a relatively quiet corner, the perfect spot to sit and talk without disturbing or being disturbed by others.

"Am I an asshole?"

Blake coughs as her food goes down the wrong pipe, causing Yang to reach across to pat her lover on the back as she gapes at Pyrrha from across the table.

"What on earth makes you say that?" Blake sputters once she's able.

Pyrrha shifts in her seat, uncomfortable under their joint scrutiny. "I mean...maybe asshole isn't the right word,"

"Damn straight it isn't." Yang insists. "That's the last word I'd ever use in regards to you." she looks to Blake. "You okay now, baby?"

"I'm fine." one last cough. "But seriously, why would you think that?"

"Well, like we talked about, I told Jaune I was willing to sponsor him." she prods the tangle of noodles on her plate with her chopsticks. "And...just like you said he might, he got defensive and kind of...shut down."

"So why would you think you're an asshole?"

"Because," Pyrrha slouches, putting her hands in her lap as if she can hide her discomfort. "I just...I hate when I upset people. Especially when I just want to do the right thing."

"I'm not saying you shouldn't take it personally, because you're doing that anyway -that's right, I've got your number, superhero," Blake's felid ears match the asymmetry of her eyebrows, "but I don't believe he got defensive simply because it's you. It's because things are changing for him again, what little stability he has is about to shift and he doesn't know what to do, if there's anything he can do. And that's probably coming from a long time of having no control over his own fate or well being. Then, of course, there's the more than likely possibility of general trust issues."

Yang takes a long draw from the straw in her drink, her brow furrowing as she swallows. "He's probably convinced this is just some elaborate scam, and the minute he agrees to go home with you, all hell's going to break loose."

And part of Pyrrha knows there's not much she can do to change that for him. Jaune would have to discover for himself if she was trustworthy, if what she was offering him was real or some cruel joke at his expense. She shudders at the idea of just how bad he might think things could be, a man who -while drugged out of his mind and mad with pain- still had the wherewithal to be terrified and fight back against those that were trying to save his life.

"If what he went through was anything like," Yang continues, pausing to put a crispy rangoon in her mouth and tuck it in her cheek. She'll gesture with her hand, knowing they both know what she means. "Gods only know the kind of head games he's had to navigate until now. But I agree with Blake, I don't think it's because of you."

"I know, I agree with you too, just,"

"Just you're a micro-manager and this is something you can't change." Blake explains knowingly. "But you've got a good enough head on your shoulders to let it run it's course."

"I certainly hope so." Pyrrha sips her drink. "And I don't want to influence his decision so I'm keeping our visits to a need-only basis."

One golden brow rises. "Want me to influence him for you?"

"Yang," Blake warns gently, half-heartedly.

"No, I'm serious. Listen," Yang shoves down another rangoon and swallows, leaning towards Pyrrha on one elbow. "He doesn't understand the kind of person you are, he probably thinks you're like some fucking unicorn -all mythological and sparkly and too good to be true. Let me talk to him, I mean, you've been meaning for me to anyway, right?"

"True." Blake nods.

"But he should make this choice on his own." Pyrrha reaffirms. "He deserves that."

"He also deserves the best chance at recovery and getting his life back together." Yang counters.

"Also true." Blake chimes, seeming more focused on her food than the conversation.

"And I think you can give him that chance, Pyrrha. Hell," she laughs, easing away, back into her own space in the booth. "If it weren't for you, I might not have met Blake, so you basically saved my life."

Pyrrha blushes and tries to hide her face, failing miserably. "I just got you the referral."

"Semantics." Yang waves her hand in dismissal. "So let me go to bat for you, just this once, and I promise I won't use my impeccable charm for evil ever again."

Blake laughs, almost choking on her food again. Once she's able to she quickly swallows.

"Come on; I kind of feel like you owe me after not letting me curb-stomp your ex."

"Yang," Pyrrha exhales hard, appalled more so at herself for the effort it takes not to laugh than at Yang for the comment. "He wasn't that bad,"

"Bullshit." Yang points a finger at her, sharp, decisive.

Blake clears her throat, takes a quick drink. "Being in denial doesn't change the truth of the matter, Pyrrha, it would be better if you just accept it."

"I've gotten better at it." she admits meekly. "Just...I don't think anyone deserves to be curb-stomped. Believe it or not, I'm not a huge fan of violence."

"Well I am," Yang's finger has changed to her thumb and points back at her, "and as far as I'm concerned, a man who hits his wife deserves a helluva lot worse."

Pyrrha sighs and smiles. "And while I appreciate how fiercely protective you both are of me, it isn't necessary."

"You heard her, down girl." Blake nudges Yang with an elbow.

Yang tucks close to Blake, diving face first into the crook of her neck. "Woof,"

"Oh my god," Pyrrha groans, "check please,"

[amnachil]

The College Society Chapter 4 Part 8

I’m a little late, but here it is!

Damian Nicholas Smith Carrey Monday April 15

The fucker was flipping through his book. The meeting was in fifteen minutes. I don't fucking know why I came early. The Dean's grandson glared at Brandon. He was the only absent at their previous get-together. Could he be the contemptible asshole who had the idea of the bounty ?

"I'm not." said suddenly the idiot.

"What the fuck ?"

"Regarding what you're thinking. I'm not the one who had a price put on the prey." explained Brandon. "You know I'm a devoted follower of D.R... I even helped to foil my roommate Barbara."

Damian Nicholas Smith Carrey snorted. It didn't mean anything except maybe that he was a smart ass. The fact you're using your brain make you more dangerous than the others.

"I'll take that as a compliment."

"Stop acting like if you can read my fucking thoughts you moron."

Brandon dared to smile. Jesus he was so annoying.

"I'm sorry. You're usually way more difficult to decipher. But this story seems to bother you."

It's my damn boyfriend we're talking about, stupid ! Yeah except no one knew. The junior remembered his last discussion with Zack. His friend had called him a coward. A coward. Damian Nicholas Smith Carrey, the gifted hunter, feared by all, had been called a coward. Zack didn't intend to be mean but ouch. I would feel much better if the cocksucker behind all this was arrested.

"Now that I think about it." mumbled the blond lad. "You are a supposed psychic so you must know something, right ?"

"Yeah. I know I'm innocent." replied the smart aleck.

I swear to god I'll kill him.

"More seriously." he continued when he noticed the Dean's grandson glaring at him. "I got things to tell but we'll have to wait for the others. D.R wants to update them aswell."

Damian Nicholas Smith Carrey grunted.

Archie, Theo and Gabriel arrived right on time. As for this arrogant Matthew and the girls, they all came late. On purpose of course. They want to piss me off. Such a flock of donkeys. Finally, when Samy deigned show up, the meeting officially began.

"Why are we here ?" asked Lucy. "Summer didn't say much but I don't have time to lose. Fallen King, I hope this is serious."

Damn. When did you start shitting by the mouth dickhead ? He remained silent only because Brandon had taken his phone out.

"It's me who summoned you." resonated D.R's voice. "Sorry if we are taking your precious time Lucy. Maybe you want to leave and give up all your privilege as a member of this assembly ?"

The idiot bitch shrivelled up on her chair. Pathetic.

"Get to the point." Damian Nicholas Smith Carrey intervened. "Why are we here ?"

"Because, Brandon and I have made some progress regarding the investigation about the pranktser who is defying our authority." she explained. "First of all, I will let you all know that we get to the root of his website. Much to our surprise, he's based in Canada."

"So it's a stranger ?" was surprised Gabriel. "But how does he know about the prey ? Even I didn't hear about him before all this fuss."

Let her speak. I want a name. Going to Canada to kill someone sounded worse than it actually was, right ?

"We are sure he has an accomplice at the university." carried on D.R. "Probably the mastermind behind all this to be honest. Besides, with some skills, it might be possible to manage a website from Canada while being actually here. That's not the only thing we went through. My team caught some hunters who spied on the prey and sold intel at our prankster, who then put them online."

What ?! Damian Nicholas Smith Carrey was sure he didn't have enough bullets to shot every little fucker who did that. Damnit ! He had been the most careful he could and still, they escaped his surveillance ? And why D.R didn't told him sooner ?!

"Don't be mad." teased Jolenne. "We just got all the infos you spent month to get in a few days. Poor fallen king."

The Dean's grandson almost lost his calm. He was feeling paranoid and irritated. But he didn't need Zack calling him a brute as well as a coward.

"Unecessary comments are not permitted." said codly D.R. "Until now, what has been revealed to the public are mostly practical intels. The prey's greediness when it come to food is emphasized by many people. Also, there are his supposed sexual preference, his work and college schedule and when it is possible to meet him without Damian Nicholas Smith Carrey around. Even his friends are not safe from this search of information. I hope you realize this is craziness."

"Don't worry, we're chasing him by following your rules." giggled Miranda. "We don't need all this shit to catch him."

"Do you have any idea about the identity of the prankster ?" asked Archie.

"Well, thanks to the hunters we arrested, maybe." the head of the hunter announced, making them all quiet. "Brandon."

"As you may know, since my arrival here, D.R usually resort to me when she wants to question people. Here's what I discovered." the guy revealed. "They all received the money the day following their exchange via transfer. What is interesting is the bank making those transfers... The Mason's Financial."

Silent followed. Everyone looked up at Samy. She was called Samy Mason for a reason after all. The name is common but I know for sure she's the daughter of the actual ceo of Mason's Financial.

"My family's banks has numerous clients." she said, seemingly bored. "And this little information doesn't prove anything."

She's right. Damian Nicholas Smith Carrey was much more calmer now. And Samy was right. She had the means but that didn't make her guilty. This link wasn't much more than coincidence at this point.

"We'll do further investigation of course." resumed D.R. "Samy, you'll have to pay me a visit at my office very soon. As for the others, you can hunt, you can catch, but always remember there are rules. You have to insure that the others hunters respect them aswell. Is that clear ?"

They all agreed. Of course. But how many of them are cheating behind our back uh ? Damian Nicholas Smith Carrey left the room as soon as the meeting ended. At least he learnt something tonight. Nancy will have some work to do.

The Dean's grandson headed towards his flat quickly. He checked his phone on the way home. One text was from the head of the women defense club. Even outside the get-together, she couldn't let him in peace ? How annoying.

< D.R. : About our other matter, I expect the victim you told me about to pay me a visit soon. >

Of course you do. She was worried. Well he was worried too but he wasn't blowing a fuse about it. Archie seemed fine until now, so what was the problem ? Anyway, he also had a text from his boyfriend.

< The baboon : I'm stuffed !!! uwu >

A picture was attached to it. It was a selfie of Liam from underneath, which drew attention to his belly. His bloated tummy. Well Damian also noticed the tightness of his brief, since it was the only clothes he decided to wear. I hate him so much. Since when is he such a tease ?! At first, these little... provocations looked innocent. A comment about Liam being bottom when stuffed. An invite to touch his butt. The blond lad had thought it wasn't done on purpose. But when the action became repeated, it become obvious that the baboon was way more naughty than he let think. It didn't help that the junior was fantasizing about his boyfriend more and more... He'll be the death of me one day.

Liam Wednesday April 17

The College's library was a dark and secret place Liam had feared since his arrival. Books could harm you kids, no joke. He had yet to find the magical section but he knew it was here, somewhere. Thankfully he was in the history section and not alone. The chestnut lad was looking for a title Nate asked. Apparently, reading helped his bestfriend to distract his mind from any bad thought. I will bring it to him tonight.

"I can't find it anywhere." grumbled Nick. "Are you sure they have it ?"

"Yes." assured Colton. "I checked the website twice already."

It was the fourth time they had this discussion in the last half an hour. Since Nick had decided to follow a diet, he was grumpy most of the time. Probably because the unicorns think it's bad for him. They know more than we do. Colton, as the teddy-bear he was, had the patience to deal with their sullen friend. Liam glimpsed the book they were looking for.

"Found it." he announced. "Let me borrow it and we can go."

The three boys headed towards the exit. And there she was. Of course she would be there : library were suitable for dark ritual so the forces of evil were most likely bound to appear here. The witch was with another girl he didn't recognise right away. Because the lad had friends to protect, he decided to face them. Oh. This is the girl who offered her body to me. So she switched side ? This is bad. He didn't need a demon on top of his problems.

"Hey." smiled the witch when they were close enough.

Liam tried to ignore her and focused on the librarian who was registering his borrowing. Without success apparently.

"I'm Lucy remember ? And this is Miranda. We want to know you three better boys. Do you want a little meeting with us girls outside the university this weekend ?" suggested the pawn of evil. "We can bring a friend along to be even."

Nick pulled a face. Colton smiled prudently. They're falling for her charms... Liam hesitated. On one hand, it was dangerous, and his boyfriend had vigorously asked him to stay away from her. But on the other hand, it was the perfect opportunity to face her once and for all.

"I'm not against it." he eventually replied. "If the others are fine with it too..."

His two friends exchanged perplexed glances. Finally, they agreed and the three boys were free to go.

When they arrived at their place, Liam noticed Dami waiting for him at the entrance. His boyfriend was texting aggressively. He looks angry. More than usual. The others greeted him and went upstair while the chestnut lad smiled. In all honesty, he didn't know what he was doing with Dami. He was well aware their relationship was slowly improving for the better. There was no doubt in his dreamy mind that sex was near. He even had naughty thoughts of Dami while he... had been taking personnal pleasure last time.

"What the hell did you just say ?" asked the junior.

Liam blinked. Did I think out loud ? That would be very embarassing.

"Hum forget it." he muttered. "I've something to tell you."

He related his encounter with the witch and the human sacrifice. He also carefully explained why he wanted to face her. It was important to be clear because Dami was a hero. Hero didn't like when their relatives and friends faced troubles and they had a tendency to take all the blame. Liam knew that, he read it somewhere. But he had a mission from the unicorn.

"I think this is one of your dumbest idea you baboon." declared his boyfriend once he concluded. "The damn horses don't know everything and... Whatever do your thing. I'm not protecting you anyway."

"Thanks you for trusting me." smiled the freshman.

He kissed Dami lenghtily to express his gratefulness. Two hands grabbed his ass and pushed his waist closer. Liam gulped when he felt his crotch react at the gesture. They stayed like this only a few minutes but it was enough to make them both blush awkwardly. It's hot in here right ? (Please unicorns, believe it.) (The magical creatures probably won't like his perveted thoughts tonight...)

"I need to go." whispered Dami. "See you tomorow baboon."

It was almost bedtime when Nate announced he wanted to see a shrink. According to him, it was Dami who suggested the idea.

"He told me she was a professional who could help." he explained. "And Archie sees her too so I guess she knows her job. But I would like you to come with me the first time... Is that ok ?"

"Of course bro." assured Liam.

He could feel the positive energy in the room. His bestfriend was trying. I'll support him the best I can. Nate slipped under his covers, letting only his head visible.

"Say, how did you know you were attracted by men ?"

The chestnut lad made a weird sound. That wasn't a question he had expected at all. They had already talked about that in the past but... He discreetly looked at the unicorns. Were they doing something to Nate ?

"Stop your mental chat with the magical poneys and answer me." ordered Nate.

"Oh sorry... Well I don't really know ?" he said. "As you remember, I was first into chubby girls but well... I don't know it felt nice to be with Kilian. Being in a relationship with another boy is great to me... As long as I love him right ?"

"This doesn't help." grumbled his bestfriend. "I'll try to be more specific : why is Dami attractive to you ? Physically ?"

"He's cute." giggled Liam, remembering their last encounter. "And well, kind of sweet. He's a nice skin. Oh and his eyes are scary, I like that. Why are you asking ?"

"I think I like Archie's hugs." Nate revealed. "But that doesn't mean anything. I'm just touch starved and he feels safe that's it. I'm overthinking little things. Good night."

He covered his head, meaning the conversation was over. And Liam fell asleep the next second. He had unicorns to feed after all.

Nicolas Friday April 19

< Imagenius : Dang ! We lost but that was a close one. >

Nick grunted. Annoying.

< TheSavior : Still a lose. >

< Abeautifulwoman : speaking in terms of statistics, we're in a losing streak. Boss you're the one who made the most mistakes in our last games... While you were the best one week ago. >

Nick ground his teeth. Annoying. They piss me off.

< Abeautifulwoman : Anything on your mind lately ? >

< TheSavior : I 'm on a diet. >

The lad had never expected it to be so hard. How could he focus on his game while all he could nibble was a salad ?! And damnit he missed beer. But I need to lose the weight. Not only four or five pounds, but fifty. Enough to not be disgusting again.

< Imagenius : change of subject but Beauty I think I know who is your bossy friend ! >

< Abeautifulwoman : Are you serious rn ? Just let him be and focus on the bad mood of our boss. >

< Imagenius : He's the most famous hunter in my college right ? The one who has sex with everyone whenever he wants. He's the great son of the Dean that lucky bastard lol >

Wait. What ? Nick re read the text but there was no mistake. A Dean's grandson who sleep around ? The bounty hunt and the very famous prey... Could it be happening here ? It was only his imagination for sure. There could be many great son of a Dean who were also part succubus. (Yes sometimes, Nick fell for Liam's crazy theory.)

< Abeautifulwoman : There is a reason why I'm not talking abut him here and it's called privacy bitch. >

< Imagenius : You're the fake bitch. What if you're working for the Smith Carrey ? I have friends who don't fear him you know ? >

*Abeautifulwoman is offline.*

< Imagenius : such a coward c**t lol >

*Imagenius is offline.*

Now there was no doubt possible.

This evening, Nick arrived at the pool his head full of question. Imagenius was a student here. Damian Nicholas Smith Carrey was the best of the hunters. And a mysterious hunt with a bounty interested everyone. Weird. This is so weird. Liam's boyfriend had always been shady but a hunter ? What does that even mean ? Nick caught sight of Colton near the pool. He sighed deeply. Whatever is going on, this is not my business. Damian Nicholas Smith Carrey can do whatever he wants as long as he doesn't hurt my roommate. And I don't want to meet Imagenius in real life. Not when the freshman looked like a disgusting fat cow.

"Everything's fine bud ?" asked his friend.

"Yeah sorry. I guess I'm not feeling very confident about tomorrow."

This improvised date with three girls was another thing on his mind. Something I can talk with Colton. This latter smiled. His whole body irradiated a delicate but welcomed warmth. His attitude only was reasurring. And no, Nick didn't believe in magic but this guy had some strong positive vibe.

"This is not even a date." Colton recalled. "I think one of them is interested in Liam, and she asked help from her friends. You don't have to worry : we'll just enjoy the moment."

"Easy to say for you dude. You're handsome and incredibly nice." Nick retorted. "I'm not at the same level."

"You don't give yourself enough credit." assured his friend. "You made me think about my two bestfriends. They both have low self-esteem despite being amazing. I hope they finally realised it."

Nick detected distress in Colton's voice. For the first time, his expression revealed something esle than happiness. He looks almost sad.

"Now that you mention it, I never heard you talk about your past." noted the geek. "I mean, I don't have any friend from highschool since I was only focused on studies and you already know what I think about my annoying family but you... Even Liam's been more open."

Colton smiled but that was as fake as Rebecca's kindness.

"Stuff happenned. When I decided to follow Barbara, the people I cared about didn't take it well." he explained. "Even my sister is still mad. She was right tho, I got dumped in the end."

"And despite that, you're so nice and all ? Dude you really are half teddy-bear aren't you ? In your place, I would never trust anyone again."

They started to warm-up while talking. Liam would arrive later to help with the swimming lesson.

"I hope my friends will forgive me one day." confessed Colton. "Especially these two... But that doesn't mean I will be dejected until then. I'm sure they don't want that from me."

"You're so positive about everything that's kind of impressive." grunted Nick. "I would like to borrow your optimism sometimes.... Is it because some people have it worst ?"

He was thinking about Nate. That was petty of him to complain about his weight when his friend got raped. I'm ridiculous.

"You're getting it wrong." refuted the other. "You've the right to not appreciate your body but it is important that it is you, and not the opinion of the others, who chose that. As for me, I don't complain only because there is nothing I can do for now but hope. So I'm hoping."

Yeah, seems legit. They went into the pool and Nick focused on his swimming. The rest could wait.

To be continued

Dami is hunting the hunters... It’s a big mess. Who to trust uh?

And now Liam’s trying to solve his problem on his own, what a bad idea! But who knows, maybe he’ll manage ;) Big revelations in the online chat of Nick! Now, he has more info than he should...

Some background info on Colton. I’m not sure they’re very useful for now, but still.

[mochixjimin]

Pillow Talk (18+)

"Do girls really make out at sleepovers??"

"Yeah, right after we cruise on our unicorns to the Bermuda Triangle."

"Hm, sounds fun…"

Or

You plan a good old fashioned slumber party for your clueless guy friends that end with more than just pillow fights and silly movies.

Idol!au (with mentions of other idols), PJM x MYG

Words: 4.3K

Warnings: Cursing, slight threesome, MxM, oral, cum play, dirty talk, slight exhibitionism, a litte degradation

“indicates y/n’s thoughts”

It was a bright sunny day, the temperature and a gentle breeze made for an almost perfect day. You sat with your friend as she toiled away at her senior thesis project while you told her about your day and declared you needed a break. 

You worked so hard on your proposal to Busan School of Business, if they agreed to your transfer to Seoul, then you would be able to live your dream working at the offices of BigHit Studios on their board of International Affairs. You could travel and explore new places, but instead, your friend couldn't celebrate due to other conflicts,

"Sunmi, you promised we could all hang out tonight!"

The older woman let out a beleaguered sigh, pinched the bridge of her nose, looked up from the laptop on the table and over to your pouty face,  "I know, I know… but this project had a slight hiccup, so Seokjin and I need to revise before it's due next Monday; maybe next time kiddo."

"I guess I can just cancel, Sooyeon and Mina don’t have the time either…" You aired, dejection painting each word like a punch to the gut, "Everyone is always so busy, but I guess that's life."

Just then they approached, the orange haired boy startled you with a 'boo' before he pulled up a chair at another table not currently occupied, and sat next to you, "___-ah were you scared!?"

"Jimin, you know I hate that shit, what are you two doing anyway?" You nearly screamed while you tried to calm yourself from Jimin's presence, he did that every time, sometimes shaking you like a snow globe, how you never caught on to his antics...

"Well, ____," he stated in a matter of fact, "we heard that you can't have your famous sleepover this weekend, so I and Yoongi here would love to fill in, y'know even though we aren't Sunmi and Mina."

You grimaced, "It's fine. I can plan for next weekend, I have a spa day an-"

Sunmi interjected, "Oh… Um, ___, I hate to be a damper on your plans, but we have a conference that weekend, so Mina, Sooyeon, and I won't be here for 4 days."

“See ___, it's a sign that you should just let us be replacements! I enjoy facials and looking pretty,” Jimin finished by running his hand through his hair before shooting you that prize-winning smile. "Hyung, what about you? Will you come to our sleepover?"

“Excuse me?! I didn’t even say you could come over yet, how dare you invite others to my place.”

Yoongi stood while you and Jimin argued, but pulled another chair from the table diagonal to you and finally decided to sit next to Sunmi, "I mean, sure. Free food, movies, sleep, what else could a guy ask for?

Sunmi laughed as she nudged playfully at the older man and responded, "See look ____, I think you have two friends to have a sleepover with! Yoongi will be up for anything as long as a pillow and blanket are involved."

You begrudgingly smiled, "Fine. This Friday, 7:30 p.m., bring a pillow and your favorite plushie."

You finished tidying up long after Sunmi left to work out the last kinks of her project with Seokjin, she hurriedly mentioned a "Have a good time!" as she shut the door, leaving the apartment all to you for the night; well, you and your fill in sleepover friends. 

There wasn't a specific dress code, but you wore a simple tank top and some sleep shorts with knee-high socks left at your ankles, hoping they were dressed similarly. Just as you sat on the recliner in the living room, there were three long knocks at the door, you laughed because only Jimin used the door knocker and got up to peep through the hole see the two men with supplies in each hand,

"Ya, ____, it is so cold! Open up, my hands are about to fall off!"

"Hey Jiminie, why aren't you wearing a jacket?" You gestured and went to grab the chips in his nearly white hand, "Yoongi wore one? I thought you two lived together?"

"We do," Yoongi, dressed in silk black pajama pants, loafers, and a hoodie answered as he stepped into the warmth of your apartment so you could close the door, "Jimin thought that girls don't wear clothes at sleepovers."

You balked, "Wh-what?! Jimin, how dumb are you?"

"Well, I mean… all the stuff I hear about sleepovers, isn't it just like makeovers and dressing up or something?" He nonchalantly admitted, sat on the rug, and wrapped the warm, fuzzy blanket around him to regain warmth.

"That stuff happens when we're like ten. I mean, if you want I can give you a killer cat eye," you laughed and then went into the kitchen to warm up some water to make you all some hot chocolate.

"Yoongi, press play on the movie, and I'll be right there!" You yelled from the kitchen and made a makeshift tray to carry the three mugs into the living room.

Once you got to the room, the movie had already started, so you placed the drinks on the coffee table, sat down next to Yoongi and laid your head on his shoulder while Jimin complained under several blankets as the movie began.

The end of the movie came about, you had a few tears in your eyes, "Aw, they finally got their business, how wonderful."

The two men looked at you oddly, then the older one spoke up, "What? How is that wonderful? They were all married for like 30 years and then everyone is divorced?"

"Because the first woman was trapped in a toxic marriage, the second got scammed, and the third… well, she just didn't deserve that; I think she was the nicest one honestly." You defended and lifted your head to sit back and reason with them, "Single Wives Club is the movie. Like, if your husband is trash, trick him at his own game. I absolutely love it, and the dance at the end? Classic!"

"Uh, sure ____, is this all you do? This is lame!" The younger boy aired and huffed in boredom.

"We can always play truth or dare?" Yoongi suggested, and Jimin's eyes lit up, "Oh, yeah! C'mon ___, you haven't played a game or two with Sunmi, she is gorgeous."

Your eyes shot a killer look to Yoongi before Jimin's words had your head turning sharply, "Fuck no. Hell no. Hell no, nope."

"Oh, so you do think she is pretty, have you guys kissed?" The glint in Jimin's eye signaled that he wasn't going to give up on his question or the game Yoongi proposed.

"Okay, no, I haven't kissed Sunmi. We can play a few games, but let's add alcohol because why the hell not?" With that note you went to the kitchen to pick up three small glasses, two bottles of liquor and when you came back, they had already turned the TV off, sat on either side of the coffee table, and awaited your presence, "Alright, how are we playing?"

The older male answered, leaned forward, and grabbed the green bottle to pour three shots in the cups, "Truth or Dare, if you choose dare, you don't have to take the shot, but if you choose truth, you have to take 2 shots and still answer."

Jimin eagerly agreed, but you had some reservations, "I have never heard of taking two shots for one truth, Yoongi, you just want to get drunk."

He chuckled and said, "Well, how truthful are you without a little liquid courage to aid you? Or are you worried we'll find out you really have kissed Sunmi?"

You glared at him, "Mama didn't raise no bitch." You said with a haughty swig of the clear liquor that burned your throat as it slid down, "Pour me another, I have some truths for you."

Somehow the game went from, "So have you ever kissed Sunmi?" to, "If you were stuck on the desert, would you eat Jimin or lick Hoseok's feet after a three-hour dance practice?" Regardless, clothes were shed, drinks were poured and spilled, and then you used the bottle to spin as if it were now a kissing game,

"O-okay, Jiminie, I dare you… to kiss Yoongi!" You hiccupped and laughed loudly, almost falling over at his facial expression.

"___, what the fuck, why is that my dare!?" He argued as Yoongi, seemingly the least drunk voiced, "C'mon, give your hyung a kiss, it wouldn't hurt."

"Ooh-hoo, I didn't say where to kiss him yet, Jiminieee." You giggled once more and then retorted, "You made me run around the building in only my underwear yelling "I'D LET PARK JIMIN HIT THIS!"

He chuckled, "Hey, I let you wear your shoes at least, but why do I have to kiss Yoongi?"

You got up, only wearing Yoongi's hoodie for warmth after your previous dare to crawl over to Jimin leaned up against the bottom of the recliner chair, "J-jiminie, I know you wanna kiss him, but you can do 3 shots to get out of it."

"If I do another shot, I might throw up." He groaned and nuzzled himself on your shoulder, lips close enough to feel the alcohol-infused warmth coming from his mouth on your neck, "I'll kiss Yoongi, but you have to kiss him too!"

"Haha, okay, easy peasy. Yoongi come here!" You shouted as the older male clumsily stood up to sit beside you as you moved to straddle Yoongi's lap, "Jimin, please don't throw up, you're supposed to be a drinking champion & I don't think Yoongi likes his kisses to taste like vomit."

Unconsciously, you could feel Yoongi's hands wrapping around your waist and the growing bulge under his pajama pants. "Ooh, Yoongi! You really want us to kiss you after all," You sang as you wiggled in his lap making him groan and you in turn giggle.

"Well, seeing you strip and now in my clothes is kinda hot. But don't you have something to do?" Yoongi reminded you while running his cold hands under the hoodie and made you shiver from his touch. 

You two smiled at each other before you leaned in and placed your lips against his slightly chapped lips, you don’t know how long the kiss lasted, but your arms wrapped around his shoulder and your tongue began to explore his as Yoongi's hands trailed up and down your body. 

He started to push his hips up, and it made you gasp in pleasure when a noise from Jimin broke the bubble you two were in, "Damn, ____, if you were gonna kiss him like that, you should have dared me to kiss him a long time ago!"

"Well, then get to it." You said and turned Yoongi's head to look at Jimin, "You haven't completed your dare. Unless you want to forget all about tonight and go to sleep."

"No! I mean, just come here Yoongi." He quickly aired, then sealed the distance between him and Yoongi's lips. Watching their mouths meld in a seemingly effortless fashion like they'd done it before making the wheels in your inebriated brain turn, and you got wetter the longer they kissed. You tried to sit still in Yoongi's lap, but feeling his bulge grow as the two of them got more passionate kissing and if you hadn't let out a tiny squeak, they would have forgotten you were even there in the first place.

Before they acknowledged you, Yoongi's hand went to Jimin's neck, which allowed you to sit back and ogle them like an art piece. When they finally pulled away from each other, you sat there flustered not realizing how their dare made you feel and silently hoped your arousal wasn’t too apparent, but "Aw, ___, did that make you wet? My pants look awfully different than they did when you sat on me." Yoongi teased, and your face inwardly flushed in embarrassment, "N-no, maybe you jizzed yourself or something…"

"Ah, ___, no you are definitely wet. I can see your panties and fuck, I bet your pussy is soaked." Jimin interrupted, and his words made you shut your legs together before he got up to sit on the couch behind Yoongi, with the latter's head between his thighs he continued, "Why don't you show Yoongi how you'd make him cum for real?"

"What? I-I can't do that!" You were withering, this was supposed to be a normal sleepover, and here you are about to simulate how you'd go down on one of your dear friends, "Yoongi, go jerk off, and we'll just get pizza and go to bed."

Yoongi's eye raked up and down your body, probably fantasizing about what you felt like wrapped around him, then tilted his head back into Jimin's hands as they stroked through his black locks, "Mhm,___, yeah please blow me. I can't jerk this one off, please come and taste my dick."

You sat on the other side of them, and what a sight; Jimin half-hard only in boxers and your favorite bra (he wanted to see what the big deal was about bras, so he put one of yours on) stroking Yoongi's head. The older man shed his sweats and sat only in boxers with a visible tent forming before your eyes, "C'mon, you haven't thought about fucking us one time or another? I know I have."

"You've thought of fucking ____ too? I'm glad I'm not the only one." Jimin revealed, but you were still spinning in all this madness, "So both of you want to fuck me? Isn't that messy and um, gross?"

"How? Jimin and I know each other, you've known us for a while, what could go wrong?"

"Jimin, no!" You shouted, "What about STD's, pregnancy, what if something bad happens?"

It was Jimin's turn to laugh before answering, "____, you're on the pill right? Or that Interurinal thing? Either way, we can all get tested, then we can have all the fun in the world. You have thought about us fucking you before haven’t you?"

You sat in silence for a minute then chortled and stopped before correcting him, "Jimin, it's an Intrauterine Device, and I mean, I’ve thought about a lot of things, and it doesn’t mean I’ll act on them, but you two would seriously consider sharing me?"

They looked at each other then looked at you, almost on the same beat, "Yeah.”

"See ____, there is nothing to be scared of, we won't do anything dangerous unless you're into some extra kinky shit, but there is nothing to worry about." Yoongi said and reached his hand out for you to come closer, "Will you please suck me off, we'll make it worth your while."

You gnawed at your lips in response, trying to list all the reasons it could go wrong, but alas nothing could seriously pop up in your head, "Okay. I'll do it, but I swear to God if Sun-"

"No one will know, it'll be between the three of us. Pinky promise?" Jimin interrupted and held out his finger for you to seal this promise with an arbitrary finger bind.

Yoongi cleared his throat, "Yeah, so great, can someone suck me off now?" You hadn't realized he shed his boxers during you and Jimin talking, Yoongi laughed coyly because your eyes were drawn to his length like a magnet before you audibly gulped, "Wow, it’s pretty."

"It would be even prettier if your tongue was on it," Yoongi remarked, making your insides burn in arousal, "so have you done this before? Like, have you ever given a blowjob?"

You silently nodded before leaning down to grip his length in your hand, it felt so soft, and the head wept from precum and then your spit. You gave him one kitten lick across the tip of him, and he let out a tiny groan before going to rub your shoulder, "Please just suck my dick, don’t tease."

You took that as a challenge and stroked him slowly licked around the head before he pulled you up and gripped your chin, "I said not to tease. I can just spank your ass right now, or you can behave."

The cold stare and firm grip Yoongi held led to yet another rush if arousal shoot to your core, "Yes sir." You leaned down to envelop the leaking head into your mouth that made Yoongi hiss in pleasure and place his warm palm at the base of your neck, gently stroking you and giving you silent praises. You got bolder and braced yourself to swallow more of him in your wet mouth, that's when Yoongi tightened the hand at the back of your neck to choke you around him a bit before releasing you with a haughty moan disguised as laughter, "Damn, you keep doing that and I'll cum."

"Yoongi, I hope so, I need my turn!" Jimin whined, almost throwing you off, but the sound of him spitting in his hand and the slick sounds of him stroking himself mixed in deliciously with all of you humming in pleasure.

Jimin got up and then sat next to the older male to look at the way you cupped Yoongi in your hand while your other hand held to his waist and your mouth sucking him in and out in such a way, he might have cum himself right then and there. He looked up from your ministrations on Yoongi to marvel at the way the light dots of sweat began to lay on the older males face, glistening with the smell of sex slowly coming up. His head thrown back allowed Jimin the perfect opportunity to place one chaste kiss on his neck, slightly startling him and in turn you due to Yoongi randomly bucking into your throat, "Are you gonna cum? Can I kiss you here?"

"Yeah, fuck, ____. How are you so good at this? Keep going Jimin." He weakly commanded, and Jimin began to litter his neck in nips and licks until he turned Yoongi's head to kiss his lips as Yoongi's hand left your nape to grab Jimin's length and stroke him.

Yoongi's moans began to grow louder as Jimin abruptly stopped the kiss, "____, I dare you to let Yoongi cum on your lips."

You pulled off Yoongi with a 'pop' and looked at him crazily, "You want Yoongi to do what on my lips? Are you insane!? Sunmi could come back any minute!"

"God, can we do something, I'm about to cum at any minute!" Yoongi added, slowly gripping himself tighter, "____, we have our dicks out, Jimin has a bra on, you're only in my hoodie, Sunmi would put two and two together either way. No one is here, you can wash your face off, and we'll both go down on you at the same time? How's that sound?"

"Hyung, is that even possible? I mean I guess I could finger her while you-"

"Excuse me! First of all, I am down for that, both of can take turns, or at the same time, it's whatever. Second of all, it's not that I'm against it… just, it's so demeaning."

"I mean, yes, having me cum on your face is a little bit humiliating, but you have to know we don't mean it like that. It's kind of like when someone eats you out, and their face is drenched, does that not do something to you? Knowing you were so aroused that you nearly drowned them?"

You took a shaky breath and chuckled, Yoongi's vivid description soaked your panties more than they already were, "Fine. But if you get it in my hair or my eyes, I'll beat your scrawny ass." You dipped back down to open your mouth and place the tip of Yoongi's cock on your tongue as you licked around it while he and Jimin went back to kissing. Then with a loud grunt, the first few splashes of his essence got on your lips, your cheeks, and dripped down your tongue onto your chin before you took your fingers to clean the rest of his cum off his dick, he shined at the fact that his cum on your lips painted a pretty nice picture.

"Shit, Yoongi's cum looks good on you, you sure you only want that to be a one-time thing?" Jimin laughed, and you wondered if he were joking or not because a part of you felt so dirty, but aroused. Before you could answer him, the doorbell rang, and you silently panicked when your phone's ringtone went off,

[9:15 p.m.] Hun-mi<3: Sorry I couldn't be there to put makeup on Yoongi and draw dicks on Jimin, I bet he's already sleeping lol

You nervously typed as the cum began to dry on your face,

[9:20 p.m.] You: Uh, aha yeah… Jimin is such a baby, but are you at the door? Did you lose your key??

There was a lull, then another ring of the doorbell. “Maybe Sunmi got drunk and is auto texting? No no, she would have called if she were drunk,” you thought when another message rolled through,

[9:28 p.m.] Hun-mi<3: Oh, I'm sorry _____, I ordered you guys a pizza! I was on the phone with the delivery person, that's probably them now. Enjoy & see you in the morning sweetie ^_^

Your chest tightened, and your skin got clammy as you typed a quick and abrupt, “Thanks.” The younger male snapped you back to reality, "Well what did she say?" 

"O-oh, she ordered us a pizza, but who's gonna open the door, I need to clean my face off."

You went to stand up, but Yoongi made an attempt to grab lightly at your wrist, "____, answer the door."

"Bitch, are you out of your mind?! There's cum on my face!"

Yoongi just smiled in that cocky asshole way he does when feeling playful and retorted, "So? Make sure to tip."

"Min Yoongi, you must be out your damn mind, if you think that I will answer that door in just a hoodie and cum on my face! Send Jimin, he looks the least stupid."

By the end of your sentence Jimin found his shirt, somehow managed to hide his very apparent arousal in his boxers and feigned shock, "Hey, I thought that this color matched my skin tone quite well. We'll answer the door together, just rub it in or something."

"This is not a fucking face mask, it's cum! And it's drying, oh my God, I'm gonna faint." You over exaggerated but Jimin was already dragging you to the front door, "Look, the pizza dude will think you're my girlfriend wearing a peeling face mask, calm down!"

"Why do you assume the person at the door will be a man?" You edged before Jimin rolled his eyes and went to grab the handle, "___, we are not about to argue over this again, I don't mean dude as in man, but like in general. Anyways," and with that he opened the door.

"I have a delivery for a "Sugar Boy?" The pizza boy said as his confidence in the words slowly waned, and you snickered at Sunmi’s running joke about Yoongi’s stage name, but “why did that voice sound so familiar?”

"Jackson?" You peered from behind Jimin, not at all trying to have him see you, "When did you become a pizza guy? What happened to that job you had as a perfume salesman?"

Jimin laughed, a devious lilt lacing his lips,"____, can you stop being a hermit and come from behind me? Jackson needs to see your pretty face."

"Motherfucking asshole." You muttered to where only Jimin could hear, and you stepped around next to him still not fully in the light to speak to see the other male on the other side of the door, “So… How’s it going? Trying a new career hat, I see, haha...”

Sensing your awkward behavior, Jackson scratched the back of his neck and spoke as he handed the boxes to Jimin, "Oh, well… I should have told you in class. Apparently, you can't give every pretty girl a discount at half price, but we sold so many bottles!"

"Aw, damn. If I knew that, I would have stopped by! I needed more perfume…"

Jimin, feeling left out, threw his arm around your shoulder and pulled you into noticeable light, "Pretty girls got half-price, but beautiful girls like you deserve it for free! Lord knows you have the face for it."

You looked at him with more annoyance but cracked a smile at his compliment, "Ugh, Jimin shut your corny ass up. Anyways, Jackson how much is the pizza?" You cringed as the dried cum made small creases around your face, broke from under Jimin's arm, and grabbed your wallet out your jacket pocket on the coat rack, "I guess I should tip you since you just started and all."

Jackson didn't respond though, he just kind of stared and eyes surveyed your face, "Uh-yeah, no! The person who ordered paid & tipped me, but ___, you have something on your face I think, it's-"

You interrupted and shoved whatever bills you had in your hand in his direction, "It's just a face mask, see you Monday!" With that you slammed the door shut, maybe shuffled a handful of steps before flopping on the couch, and letting out an exasperated wail, "He saw that I had cum on my face. I'm ruined, I'm going to be known as ‘the cum girl’ from now on. Oh, Jesus."

Jimin let a loud laugh, enough to shake a house off its foundation sitting the pizza boxes on the table and Yoongi plainly spoke after a long while, "But did you tip him?"

A/n: finals are winding up, so here’s an excuse to take a break from studying. Let me know how u felt about the fic!

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BNHA role swap. The Villains are Yuuei Students: Shigaraki Tomura Edition

“I'm going to ignore the fact that Shigaraki would be called Shimura Tenko because I really don't like that name” this was my first thought and then a whole fanfic plot idea came out of it. 

Nana Shimura, after a night with her lover, accidentally got pregnant. This dude is foreign or a special agent, making it impossible for him to stay around. Nana and him spoke about abortion or giving the baby away. It was honestly the cleverest idea. However, Nana decided to have the baby as a single mom in the very last minute. She didn't tell him not to ruin his career... and well, mostly because it was against what they had arranged. (I actually hate this scenario, but I had to take the father out of the picture and that`s the only explanation it ocurred to me). 

Everything went fine because she had help from a lot of people to raise her kid (you can choose male or female, is not relevant to the story). Thanks to this, she could still continue with her job as, you know, world saviour. Nana`s child grew, fell in love, married and planned to have his/her own family quite fast (the next Shimura generation is simply a normal person. One who, although having a good quirk, never took an interest in following his/her mother`s steps). Here is when things got twisted. Nana had made a lot of enemies during her hero service years and the bad guy who hated her most, villain All Might, attempted to murder her offspring. The police and pro heroes arrived when he was torturing the pregnant woman. It was precisely Nana herself who ´saved` her daughter/ daughter-in-law. The doctors did all they could but unfortunately it was not enough to prevent her from dying. However, they were able to take the baby out. After a month of intensive care in the hospital, Tenko was like any other baby. Nana had no doubt this time, she could not keep him. That`s why handman is yet called Shigaraki Tomura in this au of mine. 

Kurogiri, a retired hero who used to work with the police, infiltrating in multiple crime gangs; became his legal tutor. In the present, Shigaraki is a 16-year-old hero wannabe and Nana is a still alive, kicking ass and quite young grandmother. Very few people know they are related, but Tomura is well aware of the whole story. The heroine tries to visit him as much as she can, taking extreme precaution measures. They get along very well. 

All this is like the background info, so the actual plot would start when Villain All Might`s successors (probably Deku and some other canon 1-A classmates) find out Shiggy`s existence and want to end him; to finish the job that got their master into prison. Maybe they try to recruit him to psychologically torture Nana... or directly try to kill him, not sure. Any way, they fail the first time, so the thing would be that now Tomura and some others who get stuck in the jambo mambo (probably the ones who canonly form the league of villains) have to survive on the run. 

Author Note: What do you think? (scratches the back of her neck) I would love to know your opinions. I am writing concrete headcanons now, so you get more info about other characters and how I imagine them in this parallel reality.  I am hoping to make a series out of this if I have enough time and inspiration. It is also a bit of a high school AU, to be honest. I've tried not to make it look like a soup opera but it sometimes just happens. I live for the tea.

Tomura would be this kid who never gets over his early adolescence emo phase: his hair is always covering his face, never shows the slightest amount of his pale skin and seems allergic to sunlight; wears hoodies on summer what the actual fuck; loves dark themes/topics and favourite colour is black, total edgelord, bitter sense of humor, MRC and BVB...

A videogame freak unable to open a book and study a bit. 

Watches anime because he is too lazy for the manga. 

Him as a student:

One of his teachers (All for one), for some reason, puts great trust on him, naming him class representative. 

Tomura is not amused. 

Complies to his duties, yes, but with extreme exasperation. 

AFO also believes Shigaraki has great potential as a hero. Insists on the idea that if he got better at fighting, with his quirk, he could disintegrate any dangerous weapon a villain had before they could hurt anyone. 

Moreover, this sensei affirms a Tomura in good shape would be impossible to escape as he is able to destroy any hiding place or possible obstacle someone tries to throw into the persecution. 

Considering all this, AFO stars training Shigaraki. 

Tomura is not giving much, tho. 

He is a bit depressed because he is sure he is never going to be like his grandmother. He passes all his courses with shameful results. He cannot find the motivation to make a bigger effort and just keeps going that way until... 

 a) he has a life changing experience when he disintegrates a broken building wall that was about to crush some kids. Tomura realises his quirk is very useful, actually perfect for rescue missions. 

b) Chisaki Kai arrives, transferred from Shiketsu. Contrary to Tomura, he is handsome, polite and with a quirk only destroying to create. He hates his guts. Although it seems to be one of the few people, if not the only one doing so. Kai is starting to become the yueei candidate for top class pro hero. Shigaraki does not like this a single bit. In his eyes, Chisaki is all a facade. Underneath that cool appearance he is just a weirdo prick with a superiority god complex. Tomura is not going to let someone like that enter the same category as Nana Shimura. That`s how he gets his act together (hate is a pure emotion, best fuel ever haha Nah, I am just a sucker for the Overhaul x Tomura relationship. Not in a shippy way, more like rivals). 

His hero costume:

Hasn't designed one yet. 

He starts thinking about it after the aforementioned epiphany. 

Interactions: 

Dabi is his best (probably only) friend, even if they are all the time bickering. He belongs to one of the most famous families in the hero society, him being the outcast. Tomura thinks of him as a total rebel without a cause. Despite his bad behaviour, Dabi has a natural talent that makes him one of the best at yuuei academy. 

The only thing Shiggy enjoys about being clas representative is the status it gives him. 

He cannot help but smile when he sees people who dislike him or would not talk to him in any other circumstance, be obliged to face him and treat him with great respect. 

Tomura gives a gay vibe and is popular with guys. 

Much to his disappointment because he is actually more into girls (I am saying “more” and not making him straight because my open minded multishipper ass always tends to give characters the possibility of discovering they are indeed bisexuals). 

Sadly for him, the only one who shows to have such interest is Toga Himiko, a first year unicorn lover, who is way too obsessed with him. 

Dabi, instead of helping him get rid of her (idk if you are aware of how ShigaToga is actually my favourite romantic ship for both of them BUT without the villainous context i can't see Tomura having the slightest interest on Himiko), encourages Toga and has lots of fun. 

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Who Will Win? (Part 16)

Prompt: Jefferson (Once Upon A Time) sees you on the sidewalk one day, his “dead” wife.

Word Count: 1495

Warning: Threats, language, angst, sadness, darkness

Notes: This will span from season 1 through 5, if you don’t want spoilers, maybe don’t read this, haha. Also, the reader’s Storybrooke name is Alice. Beta’d by the amazeballs @like-a-bag-of-potatoes and badgered @amarvelouswritings Thank you both! Could never get this done without you!

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A flick of your hand and the red cloud carried you to your new home, accompanied by your family.

“Y/N, where are we?” Jefferson asked as he looked around the castle.

“Our new home!”

“A castle?” Grace gasped.

“Yes, sweetheart. Now you’re a true princess,” you promised, leaning down to look at her.

“You can’t just build a castle and say she’s a princess,” Jefferson pressed.

“I can when I have the love of the townspeople,” you said simply as you walked around.

“What? How…? What did you do? The last time I saw you, you were going to deal with Cruella and now Rabbit is home. Did you give her Henry?”

“No. Grace, why don’t you go pick a bedroom? Your father and I have to talk.” Your eyes traveled from your beloved daughter to your husband. She seemed leery, but decided to run off.

“So are you going to tell me?”

“Aren’t you happy?” you asked, avoiding the question. You waved your hand and a crown appeared on his head. “I know how you always wanted to have riches. Now we have them.”

“God damn it, Y/N, answer me.” He took the crown off and threw it.

“So testy,” you tsked. “Very well...I skinned her alive, and here’s her heart.” You put your hand palm up and within a dark cloud, Cruella’s black heart appeared.

“Holy...What the fuck did you do that for?”

“She had our dog,” you said simply. Whipping your hand and the heart disappeared.

“So you skin her alive?!”

“Yes, Jefferson, do try to keep up. It’s an eye for an eye…”

“But...skinning her alive. Couldn’t you have just...killed her mercifully?”

“Jefferson, she’s done nothing but hurt people for a long time. I did everyone a favor. Why are you so upset? You forgave the Frankenstein ordeal.”

“Because you didn’t kill anyone. You’re hurting from the loss of your dad. I get that. I get that you want revenge. So I forgave that because it’s an easy emotion to succumb to...but skinning her alive for...fun?”

“It's not for fun. It's to make her pay for the pain she’s caused.”

“I...I just...this isn’t you. The Y/N I know could never...skin anyone. You barely got the fish scaled that I would bring home for dinner.”

“What do you want, Jefferson? You want your weak, quiet, meek, little wife back? She’s gone and I say good riddance. You should be happy I’m here. I’m protecting all of us. I’m making this town safer for our family and friends.”

“I want my wife back!” he shouted.

“You want her back? Here she is!” you said as you transformed into the first time you ever met him, and stormed up to him, wrapping your hand around the base of his neck as you kissed him. At first, he fought it, but ultimately, his body gave up fighting. Your lips felt the same, your body felt the same, everything about you was the same. You deepened the kiss, jumping up and wrapping your legs around his waist as he slammed you into the stone wall, a pleasurable moan erupting from your throat.

You flicked your hand and he leaned back, looking at you hungrily.

“What was that for?” he asked, staring at you.

“Cloaking spell, for now. No one can disturb the castle and Grace won’t walk in on her parents,” you informed, smirking.

And like that, Jefferson knew he still loved you. You were still in there. The same woman he loved. You just...had darker thoughts and darker actions. But the same woman who he loved to laugh with, kiss, wake up next to...Despite everything you’d done, you were still in there.

His mouth found your body again, he couldn’t stand not touching you. It’d been almost two weeks now, and he hadn’t touched you once. But now, it's as if touching you, kissing you, feeling you all over was the only thing keeping him alive. He remember what it was like to live for over 3 decades without you and your touch, and he didn’t want to go through that again.

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You took the cloaking spell off the castle when you and Jefferson finished your fun, ending up in the biggest bedroom in the house.

“Do you still love me?” you asked, laying in Jefferson’s arms.

“Of course,” he answered without hesitation. “This whole...Dark One business has been hard for me to swallow.”

“Well, I haven’t made it any easier. I know that what I did to Cruella was...well, cruel but...I just...This power inside me, it’s driving me to do things I wish I had done when I didn’t have power. It just...takes a darker twist on them.”

“I know...I can’t hold it against you. It’s just...you get this sort of tunnel vision whenever something happens. I want to slow down and talk to you, talk things out, like partners, but you just decide on a path and vanish away and I’m supposed to sit and wait for you to get back. Meanwhile I don’t know what’s happening, where you’re at...If you’re safe,” he said, squeezing you a little bit.

“I realize how hard it is. I just think...The dark part in me doesn’t want you to talk me out of anything.”

“That must be...awful, to be at war with yourself, not sure of your own actions.”

You sat up on the edge of the bed and nodded, a sad smile on your face. “It is. I can feel the energy coursing through me, and it feels good, but then I worry...I worry that you and Grace are only pretending to be happy around me.”

You looked at him, a tear falling.

“I do love you. I do. Don’t doubt that,” he said reassuringly, his cool blue eyes glued to yours.

“Thank you. I love you too. No amount of darkness in me can, or will ever, change that. ”

A knock interrupted your conversation.

“Who’s that?”

“Oh, it could be Emma...I sort of...stole her power. I told her I’d give it back. Maybe she’s here to collect.”

“And will you?” he asked.

“Of course. I only needed it for Cruella.”

You kissed him as you got up and with the wave of your hand, your dark assassin’s robe, pants, and boots were back on.

You went to the door and opened it.

“Emma, Henry, come in,” you greeted kindly.

“Your new place is subtle,” Emma said, no humor in her voice.

“You like it? I’m glad. I suppose you’re here for your magic. Come, let me give it back.”

“See, Mom? I told you she’d give it back.”

“Of course, Henry. I will always keep my promises,” you vowed with a warm smile. You led the way down to the relic room, where you had the spell book on a pedestal. “Let’s see here...Okay, I should just be able to reverse it,” you said. You repeated the chant, waiting.

Time passed and passed while you waited, but nothing happened.

“What the hell?” Emma demanded. “Is this some kind of trick?”

“Emma, no,” you said frowning. “I must’ve done it wrong. Hang on.” You both looked at the spell. “It was a simple transfer spell, I should be able to move it right back,” you noted, more to yourself than anyone.

“So transfer it back,” she said.

“I’m trying!” You both continued to look at the spell. “Oh no...Right here…” You pointed to the line. “I didn’t see this. It says if the new host has magic, the new magic binds with the old magic and can’t be released.”

“What? So my light magic is trapped inside your darkness forever?”

“There’s got to be a loophole,” you tried.

“You knew this, didn’t you? You knew all along I couldn’t get my magic back. You could’ve taken anyone’s magic but you took mine.”

“Emma, no, it’s not like that. She was threatening my dog and Henry, I had to.”

“You could’ve came to us,” she argued.

“And what? You’d let Cruella go for her to come back and come after my dog or my daughter. I wasn’t taking that chance.”

“Mom, it’s okay. We’ll figure out a way to get your magic back,” Henry tried.

“No, this is crap. You lied to us,” Emma accused.

“Look at my face. Use your super power. Am I lying?” you dared, staring her dead in the eyes.

“I--I--I don’t know.”

“Bullshit. You know I’m not lying. I will find a way to fix this,” you promised.

“You better be right, because if anything else happens, using my magic, I won’t go easy on you. I’ll find a way to get my magic back. My family always does.”

With that, she stormed off. “Come on, Henry,” she demanded over her shoulder.

[lovingzombiechaos]

The Mulligan Chapter 4

Chapter One Chapter Two Chapter Three

As always NSFW.  Word Count: 1700 Summary: Nayna and William reunite. 

Also, I hate tumblr’s formatting. What a PITA. 

Taglist: (Will add anyone who asks). @a-distantdreamer @dusty-cookie @withsilverleaves @negans-network @sweetsweetpeach @vizhi0n

She pulled her jacket tighter around her as the wind whipped her skirt around her thighs. Stuffing her hands under her armpits, she danced from one foot to the other. Her eyes stayed glued to the pier where her husband’s ship was moored.

Soon he would walk off the ship, towards her and she would have to start anew. Her mind raced a thousand miles an hour, images of her and William flashing through her brain. It only made her heart beat faster and her soul ache. Beside her the other wives huddled in groups, whispering about the chill of the May morning and occasionally shooting her furtive glances. She pointedly ignored them, as she always had. She needed less drama in her life, not more. 

Especially now.

Her insides were all twisted as she craned her neck to peer over the crowd. God, they needed to call liberty already. She was tired of the jitters running from her heart to her belly. Tired of shaking every time she thought about him.

Up until that morning, she hadn’t known she wanted him so bad. Even at their worst, they were still great friends. She never realized how much she missed him until he was a stone’s throw away. It was the same with Lexie.

She’d never handled loss all that well. When her father died it was tragic, but she’d forced herself to move on. Just as she had with the ending of the world. Just as she had when the world began again. What was the point of wallowing in it all?

Her phone buzzed from her purse. She pulled it out. “Hello?”

“Hey, babe.” William’s gentle tones made her heart clench.

“Hi,” she said in the shakiest of voices.

“My phone died.”

“Yeah.”

“Yeah.” He hesitated. “They’re about to call liberty.”

“I’m here near the turnstile thing, near the front parking lot.” She cleared her throat and turned away from the crowd.

“Should be a half-hour at most.”

“Okay.”

“Don’t freeze to death before I get there.”

“Only after. Got it.” She tugged on a stray piece of hair.

“See you soon. Bye, babe.”

“Bye.”

They hung up and she pressed the phone to her chest with trembling hands. Shit, she needed to get it the fuck together.

It didn’t take long for the mass exodus from the ship to begin. Nayna felt herself being jostled and bumped as happy, happy reunions took place all around her. She hoped William wanted her as much as she wanted him.

She wanted him. She didn’t want that divorce. What if he did? She didn’t know if her heart could take it.

She blinked and then, he was there, walking towards her with an armful of roses and a tentative smile. She pushed past the crowd and met him halfway, arms outstretched to grab his backpack from his already overburdened person, though she craved a hug.

He misinterpreted her eagerness to help for an embrace and she grunted when her body thumped against his. He smelled like boat. She wrinkled her nose into his whites. Boat and William. And his breath was as awful as it was when he graduated boot camp. She laughed in his shoulder.

“That bad?”

“Awful.”

She stood on tiptoe to kiss his cheek. He turned his face and her forehead connected with his nose.

“Ow! Fuck,” he said, stepping back and clapping his free hand over his nose.

Meanwhile, she rubbed the back of her hand on her forehead and started to giggle.

William shook his head and sniffed. “Zero days accident free. Here I am, home again and you’re already abusing me.”

His cheeky grin and twinkling eye only made her laugh harder. People were looking at them, but for once, she didn’t care. Nayna slipped the backpack from his shoulder and hoisted it onto her back. She thrust out her hand for his laptop case and slung that over her shoulder. She cocked her head to the side and headed for the parking lot, preferring to have their true reunion in the privacy of her car.

“Hey, wait,” he called after her. “I can carry that stuff.”

She grinned at him over her shoulder. “You can carry your duffel and my flowers.”

After they’d safely tucked his things away and shut the trunk, William grabbed her hands, his dark eyes searching her face. “I don’t want to divorce you.”

A rush of warmth nearly overwhelmed her. “I know.”

The relief on his face was evident and she reached up to cup his soft shaven cheek. He closed his eyes and turned his face into her palm, giving it a dry kiss. 

“Thank you.”

“This doesn’t let you off the hook for the shit you said to me.”

“I know.” His voice was hoarse. “I was a shit husband.”

“You still are. But I forgive you.”

“Thank you.”

“I was a shit wife too. So, we’re King and Queen of Shit Mountain.”

He chuckled. “I forgive you too, Queen Shitface.”

“Let’s go home.”

He opened his eyes and pushed her hand from his face. His arm came around her waist and his own hand tilted her face up as he claimed his mouth for her own.

Her eyes fluttered shut and she marveled on the differences and similarities between William’s lips and Negan’s. Both were soft and warm. However, William’s kiss was filled with familiarity and love, whereas Negan’s was full of lust and a strange sense of security.

He broke off the kiss and left her heart aching.  Her fingers had coiled themselves into his blouse. She smoothed her fingers down the crumpled material, marveling at how warm and solid he was.

Tears formed at the corners of her eyes. She thought she’d never see him again, thought there would forever be a hole in her heart where he was supposed to live. Seeing and feeling him made her realize she’d missed him more than she knew.

His thumb swiped along her lower lash line. “Hey, silly wife. I’m here. Don’t do that.” His voice carried that indulgent tone he used only with her and it made her smile.

“Shut up and kiss me again.” She tugged him down by the scarf and he obliged her with a sweet and gentle touch of his lips.

“Come on, let’s go home.” He tugged her back to the driver’s side and propped the door open with his hip.

She pawed at him. “You’re going to get your whites dirty. You know what a bitch they are to clean.”

He chuckled. “Fuck the whites, Meghan. I want to go home. Lie in bed. Fart on you a little bit.”

She sniffed. “God, you’re so unromantic.” Nayna slipped into the car and squinted up at him. “Norfolk home or Quantico home?”

He leaned down and nuzzled her face. “Home is where you are, babe.”

Her face relaxed into the first genuine smile she’d felt all week. “I love you.”

Cupping her jaw with his free hand, he rubbed his thumb along her lower lip. “I love you too. That’s the only reason I’ll ever consider taking any shit duty in Quantico.”

“What?”

“Unicorn fucking orders. Pulled some strings. You are one lucky motherfucker, babe.”

“You mean I don’t have to transfer down to shitty Norfolk?”

He grinned. “I heard it’s not that shitty. And it’s cheaper to live down here.”

She scrunched her face. “Mayhaps.”

“You just want to live near Lexie.”

“Duh, she’s my soulmate. Get in the damn car so we can leave this stupid place. Long ass drive home.”

“Soulmate, huh?” He put his hands on his hips.

She giggled. “Oh, don’t be a big baby. You don’t even believe in soulmates.”

“You’re right, I don’t.” He swiped a finger over the tip of her nose and sauntered over to the other side of the car. When he was properly buckled in she put the car in gear.

When she drove down yesterday, she assumed all these problems were little problems. Things that didn’t mean anything compared to the death and turmoil she’d faced already. And yet, she found herself extraordinarily grateful to him. She knew none of the shit mattered at the end of the day, and yet there he was, making concessions for what she wanted. It made her happy.

Had he grown up? Or was it because she stopped caring?

She pulled out of the lot and they rode in relative silence. He kept one hand on her thigh, though it felt heavy and awkward, she liked it.

For William, it had only been months since they’d been together last. For Nayna, it had been years. She would have to get used to his affectionate gestures again. All those years of shutting people out made her wince at anyone’s touch. Especially Negan’s, as his was directly affectionate. Even in ways William had never been.

She cast a furtive glance his way. He looked the same as ever. Dark eyes with impossibly long lashes, even longer than hers. Full lips underneath a sparse mustache, the only facial hair he was allowed. Determined chin and jaw. Heavy brow, that always made him look like he was thinking. And all that soft tufty hair. Baby chick hair, she always teased him.

He hadn’t changed one bit. But she had. This morning as she stood in the hotel room to get ready, she took a look at herself. A good long, hard look. And it shocked her how different she appeared.

There was no longer the hollowness of her cheeks, nor the anger or hunger in her eyes. Her face was fuller, rounder and her brows had been waxed and plucked until there was nary a stray hair to be seen. Still thick, but no longer unruly. Her skin was as pale as it used to be and the smattering of freckles on her nose were barely visible.

Looking in the mirror reminded her she was no longer Nayna. She was Meghan again. Meghan Hunter-Riganti. She was someone she didn’t know anymore. There she was trapped between two worlds. On one hand there was William, her lover, mate, husband. On the other, there was Nayna—the wild, untamable girl she’d come to love more than anything in the world.

She hoped she could have both.

[docholligay]

Prompt: "That is because you think with a peasant's values. My world is different from yours!" Michiru/Haruka

SORRY BECAUSE a) I’m sure this was supposed to be funny but oops and b) it took me foreever because it’s like 1800 words and c) it takes place int he Au of Mystery and Shadow, which I rarely publish here

Dream couples are largely an illusion of the popular media, those magical unicorns who never fight, or hurt each other’s feelings, or act inconsiderately or unkindly, and Michiru had, in fact, never imagined herself and Haruka to be any level of perfection, other than the fact that Michiru had, in some great miracle from on high, found someone she truly loved, who loved her back.

Which did, of course, not stop them from occasionally falling into the ridiculous.

If you had asked Michiru how it began, she would have said with a party at her parents’ home, and her own indiscreet child, which was true in its own way, but also an easy scapegoat. In truth, it began the moment each was born, the modeling into the human they would each become beginning from the start, those first strokes on the canvas unable to be erased.

It had started innocently enough,  her parents asking where MA planned to attend school after she graduated. Michiru had began with some wavering thought about the various merits, when MA had interjected.

“I’m going to beauty school.” She did not break eye contact with her grandfather, Michiru seeing too much of herself in the pride of her chin.

Michiru gave a laugh. “Don’t be silly. Your potential far exceeds that of a hairdresser.” She looked back over at her parents. “We’ll begin touring colleges early next year.”

“I’m not going.” MA stared at her pointedly.

Kimi shuffled nervously in her chair. “There’s a science program at the university. I’m going this summer…” Her grandparents were intensely proud of her many academic successes, and Kimi was used to using it to smooth over difficulties.

But MA was on top of it now. “I’m barely passing school anyhow.”

Her grandfather looked over at her. “You are a smart girl, with excellent breeding. There’s no reason you shouldn’t be succeeding, except for lack of effort, if you--”

“There’s always the possibility,” her grandmother smiled, “that she’ll simply marry well. It isn’t ideal, but she’s very attractive, fluent in a few languages, a sculptor. I’m sure--”

“Nope.” MA shook her head, crossing her arms. “Going to beauty school.”

“I think it’s a good job,” Haruka wiped her mouth with a napkin. “And I think you’ll be good at it. I mean, god Michi, how much do you pay to get your hair done?”

Michiru looked over at Haruka. “You don’t think your daughter should aspire?”

“Nothing wrong with practical work, Michiru.” Her voice was ever so slightly tense.

“Well,” Michiru’s mother interrupted, “of course you would think so.”

“She is a Kaioh,” Michiru’s voice was cold and controlled as she took a sip of wine, “and there are expecta--”

“Funny, I thought her last name was Tenoh-Kaioh.”

“I think I want to be a doctor!” Kimi burst over the table. “And I’m working really hard to get good grades, I had all A’s this year, and I won something at the science fair, I’m going on to regionals!”

Michiru smiled at her. “Yes. I brought a cake, to celebrate.”

__

“I cannot believe you.” Michiru threw her purse down on the bed. “How could you say such a thing, in front of my parents?”

“What, that I want my daughter to have a job that makes her happy? I know she looks just like you, but she’s NOT like you.” Haruka wheeled past her and took off her jacket, hanging it on a hook on the wall. “Fucking sorry, Michiru.”

“She has to go to college, Haruka,” Michiru whirled around to face her, “She can always go do her silly hair thing later, but she must have an education.”

“Oh, come on!” Haruka unbuttoned her shirt, “You don’t care about her education, you care about how it looks.”

“Sometimes, how things look matter. Though I wouldn’t expect you to understand that.” Stop. Her mind said. You love her, and you are being unkind. You need to come together.

“What the fuck is that supposed to mean? I think she’ll make good money, and she’ll like it, and that’s all I care about.”

“That is because you think with a peasant's values. My world is different from yours!” As soon as she said it, she hated herself for it, for way it sounded in her mouth, her mother’s voice echoing through her own.

Haruka stared at her. “Are you serious right now?”

Michiru’s voice was calm. “I want her to have a rich, full mind, well-educated in literature and history and philosophy and the arts.”

Haruka just shook her head. “Just say it, MIchiru.”

“And what” she crossed her arms, “Praytell, might that be?”

“Say you don’t want her to be like me.”

Michiru took a breath. “I want her to keep her options open.”

Haruka rolled her eyes. “That’s what I fucking thought,” She transferred onto the bed, “sorry you have to share your bed with a stupid, lowborn peasant, your fucking highness,” she rolled over and looked at Michiru, “You’re such a fucking snob that you’re gonna drive our kid away, you know that?”

“You won’t even attempt to see my side of it, I see. Go sleep downstairs.”

“You go sleep downstairs! I’m already in bed!” Her mouth was in a hard line, and Michiru’s eyebrow twitched.

“Very well.” She picked up her pillow and a blanket. “I’m going to my studio in the attic. You won’t bother me.”

Haruka called after her. “I’ve never been so fucking happy I can’t walk in my entire life!”

___

Kimi burst into MA’s room. “Why did you do that?”

MA looked up from her fashion magazine and sighed. “I don’t care about whatever you have to say.”

“All they fight about is you! It’s always you!” Kimi grabbed the fashion magazine out of her hands and tossed it across the room, and MA raised her eyebrows in surprise. “Couldn’t you just go? Part time??”

MA got up off her bed. “Why should I do something I hate to make other people happy?”

“You’re so selfish, MA!” Tears welled up in her eyes. “Everyone is mad, and I hate it!”

MA crossed her arms. “Sorry I’m not inclined to be a doormat like you.”

“It’s not just this, it’s everything! You’re always in trouble! And it makes Mom and Pop so upset, and I wish you’d just stop!” She felt tears flow down her face, and hated that she couldn’t stop them.

“Oh my god, you crybaby.” MA sneered. “Why don’t you ask Mom why she can’t just let me live my life? She’s always in my business! And I don’t get in trouble anymore!”

Kimi sniffled, “You’re failing…”

“Because I hate it! I asked Mom to let me out of that fancy academy, and she won’t!” MA shook her head. “Besides, perfect child is already taken, Kimiko.”

“That’s not fair and you know it.”

“Whatever,” She scoffed, “You bend over backwards to be the angel. I’m doing you a favor by being your dramatic foil.” She flopped down in her chair and began filing her nails. “Anyway, get out, I’m done talking about this.”

Kimi swung open the door. “I hate you so much.”

___

Up the rickety staircase of the attic, Michiru sat in her studio, the anger long passed as the moon curved across the sky and bathed the ground in shifting white hues. The coolness of the night creaked into her bones, reminding her of the things she’d said, and hadn’t meant, and all she could hear was her mother’s voice, and all she could see was her father’s scorn.

It is difficult, sometimes, to separate others from our expectations for them, and Michiru felt a rare pang of sympathy for her parents having watched her marry Haruka. She had thought them so unreasonable to object to someone who loved her so deeply, and here she was, objecting to something her daughter loved deeply, and excelled at.

She sighed heavily. She wasn’t all wrong--there was more cachet in having a degree, particularly from the sorts of places her family could afford, but what was cachet against a life spent doing something she truly hated? Jobs were difficult enough when you cared for the subject matter.

She had hurt Haruka’s feelings, and Haruka had lashed out. Whether she was 18 or 38, some things never changed, however hard Haruka had worked to change them.

Whether Michiru was 18 or 38, she tended to be a hypercritical snob.

She tossed the blanket on the couch.

___

Haruka turned over, again, unable to get comfortable.

“This mattress is all lumpy.” She said to no one in particular.

Lumped with your guilt, maybe, came the reply. Michiru was so patient with the way Haruka’s raising had affected her, and Haruka never gave her the same consideration. Why had it been so important to her to say that in front of Michiru’s parents? Don’t they give her enough trouble? She could have saved it.

She wished Michiru would come through the door. She wished she could apologize, tell her she loved her, that she wasn’t a snob, and that maybe they could use her connections to get MA an internship at a fashion house or something. That’d be good, right? That’d be enough to convince her parents.

But the door stayed closed, no matter how long Haruka’s eyes trained on it, and she heard only the sound of her own breath, whispering into the night.

__

Haruka awoke to the sound of a tray being set on the bed.

“I brought you breakfast.” Michiru sat at the edge of the bed. “To apologize for my boorish behavior last night. She is, indeed, also your child, and you have every right to comment on her education.” She took a deep breath and nodded. “And I was being a bit snobbish over the entire affair.”

Haruka looked down at the lovingly made dry eggs and lump pancakes. Michiru had cooked herself.

“I know,” Michiru said, interrupting her thoughts, “and so I brought this. “She picked up a carafe of mimosas from the side table.

“Michiru, I’m so sorry.” She looked over at her wife, beautiful in the light of the morning.

“Whyever should you apologize?”

Haruka picked at the pancakes. “I know how you are with your parents. It was mean to do that in front of them. I know better. I shouldn’t have.”

Michiru snuggled in next to her. “We must figure out some manner of united front on this issue, Haruka.”

Haruka put her arm around Michiru. “We have to let her do it, Michi. You kept her at the academy, and it didn’t help.”

Michiru nodded. “Fair, you did capitulate on that issue.”

Haruka kissed the top of her head. “I know it’s hard to let go.You may be a princess, but you’re MY princess.”

“Is too late to return them, do you think? I’ve quite had enough of this whole parenting adventure.”

Haruka laughed, and Kimi smiled as it carried into her room.

[oh-beyond]

Lost and enchanted AU - Part 1 of 3

EXO as animals series: Lay

You don’t remember anything, where were you? Was this heaven? It most probably was because unicorns weren’t real, neither was the boy that lived with them, neither his looks or behaviour…

Lay x Reader

Unicorn AU/Fantasy/Romance/Have faith… maybe more…

Masterlist

EXO hybrid series

Part 2 >

Was that a pink bird what woke you up? Yes you totally felt how he poke your nose, he flew away when you opened your eyes and it was totally pink and it flew away to the… bright yellow golden looking tree… the ground was fluffy, too fluffy you thought if you jumped it will make a hole in the pistachio green grass that tickled your toes, you were barefoot and wearing a white silk dress that dragged behind you as you walked, you hair long and silky over your shoulders, you saw your reflexion in the turquoise river like mirror clear… where were you?

Heaven? Did you die? You didn’t recall dying, but what was it before being here? You didn’t remember either, did you maybe had a memory loss? Why would you be sleeping out in the open otherwise?

You kept walking following the pink bird, it sang like nothing you’ve heard, and you followed it because you had to, you didn’t know why but you just had to.

“Ah here you are, what took you so long? She must need help, I felt she needs help” you heard a velvety manly voice speak behind yet another incredible looking tree, similar to a cherry blossom but it’s branches touched the floor, it’s petals flying making the view to blurry to see properly, you were in a cloud of pink and white little petals. You walked till you were under the branches, where there was more visibility.

“Oh… you-you look like me… but a better version, you must be a female, I’ve never seen a female before, I was starting to lose hope, I thought I was the ugly unicorn that my parents conceived”

Better version? Was he joking right now, you were in front of the most beautiful man you’ve ever seen, not sure if you ever seen one, but this hurt your eyes, his hair black with a little fringe slightly touching his eyelashes, his lips full and soft looking, his eyes bright and genuine, his cheeks round creating dimples, his dimple had a dimple inside a dimple, no definitely not an everyday view, his jaw sharp like as knife, his neck manly… he was wearing a white shirt opened a button too much exposing his collarbones creating little pools that could be filled with water for you to drink from, his torso defined, muscle after muscle…

“You are hurt aren’t you?”

“Me?”

“Yes, your arm, did you fall asleep in the grass? There are grass residues in you hair, and here is your wound” he pointed at your forearm, you looked down at it and there was a little trail of blood going down to your elbow “oh”.

“I will take care of that, it’s my duty”

“Yes bu-” he placed his hand over the little cut closing his eyes, making his look even more dreamy with his concentrated expression, his eyelashes… how long were they, could you perhaps ask him if you could measure them?

You felt an incredible warmth irradiating your whole body, almost a ticklish sensation, he then opened his eyes and smiled at you “all done”

“Oh wow, just like magic” you said touching the place where there was a cut previously looking thoroughly wondering how did he do it, suddenly a pair of lips landed on your fingers that were touching the place he healed, you gasped in surprise and moved your hand quickly.

“I need to kiss the place, otherwise it wouldn’t be complete, that is how I know it’s healed 100%” he said as you nodded, feeling his lips on your forearm.

Magical

“Now you are perfect” he said taking your appearance and you face factions closely “I will just remove that grass from your hair”

He walked behind you and you felt your hair being handled carefully, you shivered and goosebumps formed all over your exposed skin.

“You smell very good, where do you come from?”

“I-I don’t know really, I don’t know what brought me here”

“Are you lost? What species are you?”

“I am a human… you are too what kind of question is this?”

“Oh no I am not that thing you just called yourself, I am a unicorn”

OK he was gorgeous but the poor thing was crazy, pity nothing is complete.

“You don’t believe me?”

You were debating your options, say no and maybe he will bite your arm off or say yes and go with the flow…

Come on I will show you, ride on my back he said before spinning around the tree suddenly stopping he was a white… UNICORN, you gasped and stepped backwards, this was way out of anything you could had imagined.

“Don’t be afraid, it’s just me, by the way my name is Lay”

“You talk???”

“Of course I do, this is my original shape, the other one it’s just when I need to heal someone or something, now come on ride on me I sense my help is needed”

“I don’t know how”

“Just pump in and pull at my hair I don’t mind” said Lay pushing you with his muzzle to get on.

You finally did questioning your sanity at this stage, it felt so weird everything around you but you really didn’t remember any better, perhaps this was normal and you just really lost your memory?

Lay galloped through the colourful fields, the sun was setting and the flowers shined lighting the scenery almost as much as the sun did, the air was so refreshing and happiness flowed all over your senses.

Lay stopped near a pond that was completely illuminated like a rainbow, you got down of his back him shifting back to the gorgeous man from before, but he was wearing nothing, nothing at all, you immediately darted your eyes lower curiosity killing you but the view blurred just there, just were you wanted to see… was someone against you, why couldn’t you see what was there?

“Ah here you are” he said getting onto one knee, there were 3 sparkly orange fish that were outside the water struggling to get back in, they kept jumping around making it difficult for him to catch them, you decided on helping him going on your four and followed one fish finally catching it.

“I got one! Will I put it back in the lake?”

“Wow really? Yes please”

Before putting it down you kissed the fish carefully placing it in the water, the fish swam away coming back to see you peeking his head out “thank you beautiful girl”

Lay turned around when he heard the fish directing words at you “girl?”

“Oh yes Lay, don’t you see her? She is one of your species, and she is beautiful and helpful”

“Alright beautiful girl, please help me get the rest”

You crawled your way to the smaller fish that was jumping in desperation, both fish remaining were very close, so close that in your attempt of catching them you bumped you head on Lay’s “ouch!” you both cried out, the fish jumped one last time finally inside the pond.

“Thank you Lay, thank you beautiful girl” the fish said swimming away joining the one that left.

Lay held onto his forehead feeling his bump looking at you as you did the same “did I hurt you?”

“No I am fine, are you alright Lay?”

“I am, let me see that” he said moving your fringe away, the bump was just above your eyebrow, he closed his eyes and again he inhaled transferring some warmth through his magical fingers “done, oh no wait… the kiss” he said naturally kissing your eyebrow, you sensed however this time he was a little bit more nervous than the previous time “strange” he said.

“What’s strange?”

“I never got hurt before, and I never felt this way before either”

“Can I try healing you maybe?”

“You can’t, you aren’t a unicorn”

You pressed your lips onto his forehead and kissed it in impulse, before touching the painful site with your fingers.

“It didn’t work, however I feel happy”

“How is so? Aren’t you always happy?”

“I am, but this time is a different kind of happy, I am hurt but yet happy, isn’t it strange?”

“Lay I think everything around me right now is weird so don’t ask me that question”

“Can we be partners?”

“Excuse me?”

“Yes, help me with my daily tasks, you can stay with me”

“I appreciate the offer because I have no place to stay, and I’d love to help you”

The idea of ‘stay with me’ seemed innocent, but he never prepared you to the fact that you were sharing a giant sunflower, that is where he slept, and that is where he was inviting you to stay. He simply lay down and extended his arm for you to have as a pillow, but what was stopping you? Nothing, you smiled and happily joined him, you gave him your back and he wrapped his other arm around you.

“It feels nice, I think I like you, we should stay together forever, you are warm and smell nice”

You felt his front pressed on your back and his breath on your hair, you definitely liked this.

“Thank you for getting lost and come my way”

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A/N: So far the most fucked up concept it’s so much fun these series are all WTF but fun.

Thanks for reading, as always feedback always welcomed ^_^