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[chaseatinydream]

pirate king (9) || atz

You’re not dead.

That’s the only thought that drifts in your mind as you lie face up on the forecastle deck, eagle spread like a dead starfish. You watch the sun as it rises over the horizon absentmindedly, even as activity rages beneath you on the main deck.

The gun crews are busy cleaning out the cannons, preparing them for another battle as fast as possible. You don’t see Seonghwa, but you know he’s below decks, leading a team of pirates in checking up on the shot plugs that they used during battle to stop water from gushing in when the ship was hit by cannon fire. You would have been helping San treat the wounded, but one look at your blank, white face and he instructed you to calm down on the forecastle deck instead.

So that’s what you’re doing.

You watch white puffs of clouds drifting past in the clear blue sky. It’s so calm, so peaceful, you find it difficult to believe that you had just been in a sea battle the day before. Only the slight acrid smell of gunpowder that lingers in the air and the occasional holes in the ground from cannon fire reminds you that yesterday was nothing but a dream.

You could have died yesterday.

You’ve just come into this world, with no memories of your previous self, barely at the beginning of the road to recovering your past, so many questions still unanswered, and it could have all ended for you in that one battle.

The erratic beating of your heart pulls you out of your dazed panic.

You try to suck in deep breaths, forcing yourself to calm down as you grip the necklace under your shirt tightly. The cuts on your body from the splinters sting and you’re aching from the bruises, but you know other pirates had it far worse.

Then you remember what you did to Jongho’s arm and you wince.

“He’s going to kill me.” You groan, burying your face in your hands. Even after the battle had been won, the young battlemaster had given you a dark glare before storming off to clear the decks of the remaining soldiers.

“Who’s going to kill you?”

You jerk up in shock, spinning around only to see a dark shape dangling upside down from the foremast’s rigging like some sort of giant spider, scaring the living daylights out of you. You yelp in terror and jump back, your foot slipping straight into one of the holes caused by the enemy cannons.

“Ow!” A howl of pain leaves your lips as the sharp edges leave scratches on your calf.

“Woah, careful there!” The dark shape drops from the rigging and hurries over to help you out from your mess. It's Yunho, you realise, covered from head to toe in soot and to your horror, dried blood.

“Yunho-hyung, you need to get to Master San right away! You're going to bleed out-”

He laughs easily, waving your concern away. “No worries! It's not my blood! You should watch out for the holes in the deck till Seonghwa-hyung repairs them.”

You nod, eyes darkening slightly as they rake over the state of the ship. “The Treasure took quite a beating, didn’t she?”

The tall man eyes you curiously as he coils up the rope he was using earlier. “Maybe it’s because you’re new, but these kind of things are pretty common, actually. No worries, Hongjoong-hyung said we’re getting to Tortuga in little less than an hour. We’ll be docking there to finish repairs and replenish stocks.”

At that, you purse your lips. You’re going to reach Tortuga soon, the second time you’re stepping on land after having been on the sea for most of your life since your awakening. The last time didn’t exactly go well for you. “Won’t the Royal Navy be there?”

Yunho shakes his head as he plops next to you, grabbing a rag from his belt and wiping most of the dirt and grime from his face. “Aish, I really want a bath. No, Tortuga is a pirate stronghold, actually. The Royal Navy has little to no power there, so we should be safe… If we pay the town enough money, that is.”

You snort at his last sentence as you lie back on the deck again. The sun is turning the entire sky a beautiful shade of pink-orange, and you turn to see Yunho’s face bathed in the same lovely colour.

He grins at you. “So, who’s going to kill you?”

At that, you shrink into yourself, a little sheepish. You thought you’d distracted him, but it evidently hadn’t worked. “Ah… Well, I was supposed to get to the sickbay during the fight yesterday but I got thrown to the midship area… and Jongho-hyung rescued me.”

Yunho nods proudly, a wide grin curving on his lips as he takes a seat beside you. “Of course he did. He’s a great fighter and he has strong protective instincts. You’re probably safer with him than in the sickbay.”

You wince. “Yeah… But during the battle, I accidentally misfired the musket and killed a soldier fighting with Jongho-hyung-”

The lookout’s eyes go wide with surprise. “So you saved Jongho? That’s amazing!”

“No no no-” You try to protest, but then someone coughs politely behind the two of you.

Both you and Yunho sit up to look at your visitor, only to see the ship’s resident healer standing there.

“Master!” You greet him cheerfully and he nods, studying you carefully for a second.

“Don’t you have work to get to, Yunho-ah?” San says over his shoulder as he checks your complexion and your pulse point for any erratic beating. The lookout pouts adorably, but can’t keep the grin off his face for long.

“Killjoy.” He laughs, before turning back to the foremast. “Catch you later, stowaway.”

San snorts as he watches Yunho go, scaling the rigging easily like a spider does its web. “And not a kind word to me.” Then he turns to you, expression blank as usual but you can read the care in his eyes. “You seem better now, apprentice. I want you to come with me to check an injury for a moment.”

“Ok.” You agree immediately, trailing after him to the sickbay. After the fight yesterday, you’ve realised that you need to acquire as many useful skills as you possibly can so you won’t be a burden to your ship mates during battles. And honestly, healing seems to be the most useful thing you could do for now.

San’s nimble fingers open the latch with ease and the two of you descend to the sickbay. Then you see who it is sitting at the table and you want to run for your life.

It’s Jongho.

You do a complete turn and make to escape before the young battlemaster can notice you, but San grabs you by the arm and hauls you into the room after him. Your master sits himself at the table, and you hover awkwardly next to him, unsure where to look at. Jongho’s eyes immediately pin you to the ground where you stand.

“I want him to learn how to treat a gunshot wound, that’s why he’s here with me.” San explains to Jongho as he pulls out several clean rags, a pair of bronze tweezers and a roll of bandage. The young battlemaster sighs, clearly unwilling, but he nods anyway.

“Whatever you say, hyung.”

San sets to pulling out a spool of thread and a thin needle, from his satchel. “Apprentice, fetch me the lamp and get me the bottle of rum from the shelf.”

You give your master a concerned look as you move towards the shelf hesitantly. “Master, this really isn’t the time to be drinking-”

“I’m using it to clean the wound, idiot. I’m out of marigold. And I abhor the taste of alcohol.” San tuts as he unwraps a sloppily done bandage around Jongho’s upper arm. The wound is a laceration from your stray musket bullet, and from what you can see, it’s still bleeding even though it’s been a few hours since the injury. “Jongho-ah, you know you shouldn’t be helping with the clearing up if you’re injured.”

“They needed someone to move the wreckage from the mizzenmast.” The maknae grunts in way of explanation. You swallow the guilt building up in your throat and move to get the lantern hanging from the low ceiling.

“How did you get this, though?” San continues, tossing the bloodied bandage to the ground. “You usually escape most fights unscathed, or most of your wounds are from close range combat. It’s rare to see you with a musket wound.”

You freeze. You can literally feel Jongho eyeballing the back of your head. But when he finally answers, he simply mutters, “Got sloppy for a moment.”

San coughs. Your master obviously doesn’t believe him but refrains from pressing him, taking the bottle of rum from you and wiping his arms down with them.

“So, apprentice, I’m cleaning my hands with alcohol. It helps to get rid of harmful organisms living on the surface of our bodies.” San works quickly, eyebrows furrowing into concentration as he slides into his ‘healing zone’, where nothing matters to him except the patient, him and occasionally maybe you. “Before you start treating a wound, make sure you clean everything you’re using thoroughly or the wound might get infected.”

“Yes, Master.” You move closer to watch him at his craft. San’s motions are practiced and methodical, as if he’s done it for years, over and over again. When he’s satisfied that everything is spotless, he moves to Jongho’s arm.

“Cloth.” He speaks, and you pass him the clean rags on the table. San soaks them in rum with a pair of tweezers while you cough at the powerful smell of alcohol. You still don’t understand how the rest of your shipmates can just down bottles of it without dying from alcohol poisoning.

Your master ignores you and leans forward, gently dabbing at Jongho’s wound. Apart from a flinch and a muttered curse, the younger battlemaster doesn’t seem to be in much discomfort, even as blood continues to stain the rags red.

“Help me hold down a cloth on his arm.” San instructs firmly as he disposes the last of the dirty rags in a basket. You stare at your master in horror.

“What?”

“You’re not deaf, apprentice. Put pressure on the wound and help me slow the bleeding while I heat the needle.” The healer shoves a cloth into your hands and moves to the lamp, leaving you in awkward silence with Jongho.

You gulp and move towards the maknae, trying not to touch him, but it’s impossible. Laying the cloth over his wound, you press down on it lightly, not wanting to hurt him and trying desperately to ignore his face right next to yours.

“That’s not going to do anything.” Jongho snorts in your ear and you squeak, almost dropping the rag. His large hand covers yours and presses down on it firmly, the warmth of his skin seeping into yours.

You freeze completely, but the frantic pounds of your heart are otherwise.

“Move to the side, apprentice. I want you to watch this carefully.” San returns with a sterilized and threaded needle, seating himself before Jongho and thankfully sparing you the close contact with the battlemaster. “I’m going to start suturing the wound.”

You breathe in and out quickly, trying to calm your racing heart as you move to make space for your master. Your hand slips from the maknae’s grasp. The slim man crouches in front of Jongho, eyes narrowed in intense focus. With quick, deft movements, he holds the needle with the tweezers and pulls the needle through Jongho’s skin, leaving a row of neat stitches in its wake.

“Doesn’t it hurt?” The words slip out of your mouth worriedly as you glance at Jongho. The battlemaster merely turns away.

San replies in his place as he continues stitching the wound. “I usually put a painkiller made of lavender on the area before I start, but Jongho’s a tough boy, so it’s no problem for him.”

“I am a man. I’m nineteen already.” Jongho grunts in exasperation, but the healer ignores him.

“You’re going to be nineteen.” San corrects him with a grin, finishing of the stitches and snipping the thread with a pair of scissors. The maknae gives him an irritated glare.

“I hate you, hyung.” He grumbles. But before San can reply with another wiseass comment, the sound of Mingi’s voice comes echoing into the sickbay.

“We’ve arrived at Tortuga!”

[hes-writer]

One Of My Own (4)

Summary: Harry falls out of love

Warnings: angst and a lil fluff 

Word Count: 4.4k

[THIS IS UNEDITED]

The weekend getaway was over and Y/N was back to reality. Harry had left shortly after dinner, indicating that he should probably look for Dani. It was an eventful two days, to say the least, but Y/N felt a little better sharing some of her internal hardships to people that will comfort and support her.

She was on her way to class when the sighting of a familiar man made her slow her pace down in order to watch his interaction with Dani. Niall and her sister were talking to each other animatedly, and she would’ve loved to stay and watch but she really had to get going. He should too, Y/N thought, since they were in the same class after all.

“Hey, Y/N. How was your weekend?” Niall greeted her cheerily, taking a seat on the chair beside her. She looked at him for a few seconds, debating if she had the right to ask what she wanted to question.

“Why were you talking to Daniela?” She interrogated, hands playing with each other as a nervous habit.

“Ah, thought I saw you walk past, didn’t even say hi to me,” Niall bore a grin towards her, avoiding the extent of her question.

Y/N knew that Harry felt more comfortable keeping their relationships to themselves, not because he was embarrassed by her; but because he wanted to make sure that the person that he was with currently would be there for a long time. He explained to her some time ago and she understood since she was also quite iffy of Harry meeting her sister. So, she really didn’t know many of Harry’s friends, not aware that Niall was one of them.

“Sorry, had to get to class,” She shrugged her shoulders, pulling out a pen and notebook. “Are you gonna answer me?”

“Woah, slow down tiger,” Niall widened his eyes at her intrusive question. “Well, just came to talk to her cause there’s been some rumors going around,”

Y/N turned her shoulders to face him, interested in what he had to say and if she could do anything to help her sister out-- after all, they were still relatives. “What kind of rumors?”

“Heard she stole her own sister’ boyfriend,” Niall whispered, looking around as if he didn't want anybody else to know. “What a bitch! And that boyfriend’s a fucking asshole,”

She was alert, back extended to her full height as she let the next words fall out of her mouth, “Do you know t-their names?”

“Hmm well, I think her sister’s name is Y/N? Not you though,” He tilted his chin to gesture at her. “And I dunno the boyfriend, but she’s dating a new guy now,”

“Oh really?” “Yeah, he’s my best mate,”

“Your best mate?” Y/N stuttered out, feeling her heart start to pound. From the corner of her eye, she could see the professor walk down the angled slope towards the front of the lecture hall.

“Yeah. Harry Styles? Do you know him?” Niall asked, completely oblivious. “He was a dating a Y/N too,”

She only gulped at him, “Funny, isn’t it?” He continued, trailing off when the puzzle pieces fit with each other, “Wait, d-did you-- are you..?”

Y/N blinked, facing the front. She could feel Niall’s blue eyes lingering on the side of her face, watching her with caution and what she’s been used to recently--empathy. But, he didn’t say anything.

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Harry was over at Dani’s apartment for the day. It was the first time that they’ve met up since the disastrous dinner at her parents’ house. Harry ducked down from the flying shoe that speedily whizzed past his head.

“That’s funny, I thought boyfriends were supposed to support their girlfriend!” Dan’s voice bellowed from the distance where she threw the shoe.

For the time that he was alone, Harry had confirmed to himself that he did--indeed--  still loves Y/N. He figured the feelings were pulling at his heart, but his talk with Carlos further exemplified the things he was feeling. Not only that, but the newfound knowledge about Dani’s evil-doings had kicked him in the gut.

“Not when you hurt people, Dani”

“Now you care about Y/N?” She scoffed, rolling her eyes at him and Harry swore that that was all she did nowadays.

“I always cared for her,”

“Even when you fucked me in your bed while you were still together?” A ringing appeared near Harry’s ears as if it was information that was hard to swallow. “You’re lying to yourself,”

“You manipulated me,” Harry said, running a hand through his hair. “You used me to hurt her and I let you,”

Dani responded, "So what if I did? All my life the attention has been on her. Everybody prefers her and I can't stand it so I did what I had to do to make her feel like she deserves,” She crossed her arms across her chest, “It’s not my fault you left her,”

"You’re so jealous of her that you've gone insane,” Harry twirled his finger against his temple, striding his long leg towards Dani, “We’re over.”

“Am I supposed to be hurt by that?"

“If you truly loved me, it should." It was a loose thread that Harry was pulling at. Through the short months of being with Dani, he couldn’t help but develop fundamental feelings for her--he was only human after all, and being in a relationship can boggle with his mind.

“But I didn't,” And Harry really shouldn’t have cared by that statement because he expected it. However, his desire to find a mate kicks in and he is met with the realization that he had neither a partner or a sentimental value of love. It’s not like Y/N would take him back either.

“Don’t look at me like I just kicked a puppy,” Dani interrupts his train of thought. “You'll get over it quickly,”

Harry was gobsmacked with the intensity of it all. He just found out that his own girlfriend lied to him about her childhood, and he realized his feelings for Y/N but now, he can’t even do anything about it. What are the chances of her letting him talk to her, let alone be in the same room as her?

Daniela was a--very--cold woman to be able to do the thing she did. She could’ve simply talked Y/N about how she felt; Harry was sure that Y/N would’ve listened to her worries. But no, she was a bulldozer that attacked the moment she got the chance and Y/N was blinded by the idea of blood being thicker than water that she let herself get trampled by her own sister.

As for Harry, he found himself in a mindset the picked on everything he did wrong. Y/N was such a strong woman for handling things the way she did. When she answered the door for them, she greeted them in a civilized way--with a smile even. And when Dani insulted her right in front of their family, Y/N was dignified and didn’t let it bother her but before she went upstairs again, Harry could see the pain in her eyes. She was crumbling and he could clearly identify that she was screaming for help; but not from him. Even if he was the last man on earth, and she was drowning; she’d rather let herself fall freely than come back to him.

She had all the right to be hateful, but she didn’t. It wasn’t in her nature to cut people off and it came with its pros and cons. The good thing is, he could still walk up to her and have a conversation. The bad thing was that it probably wouldn’t be very pleasant for both of them. Y/N would probably fight through wanting to punch his stupid face while Harry scoured his mind for something interesting to say.

Y/N deserved so much love--love that he didn’t give her before because he was blinded by what he thought was love for Daniela. He thought that Y/N and he were a dead end and he flew before he could get hurt; not taking into account that he was hurting instead. He was a selfish man, he concurs. But he’s changed, he could feel something different spiking through within him. He was more prepared this time, more knowledgeable and Harry promised himself that he wouldn’t make the same mistake twice.

He had a plethora building up within him--for Y/N-- but he wasn’t allowed to give it to her no matter how much he wanted to. She won’t accept. Frankly, he doesn’t blame her. What he did was cruel--too cruel. In fact, he doesn’t know if he’ll find a way to get back on his feet if Y/N did something similar to him; much less doing it on his own like Y/N was at the moment. He betrayed and abandoned her for her own sister. That’s twofold the pain that one would go through a cheating partner.

Speaking of, he hasn’t actually talked to her since, well, since they ‘broke up.’ If he felt bad before everything spilled, his feeling exacerbated when he saw her looking thinly and like she didn’t get enough sleep. There was no use trying to conjure up reasons as to why her appearance changed because Harry knew deep inside that he was the reason why she wasn’t taking care of herself.

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While Harry was mourning over a loss of great love, Y/N was being lifted off of her sorrows by the one and only Niall. Despite knowing each other for only a few weeks--close to a month-- Y/N somehow found it in herself to let Niall in through her high walls and thick skin. She let him see that parts of her that she was afraid of because she felt like she could trust him. And so far, he made no action to disprove her conclusion. He was different, but she was still wary.

Niall and Y/N were getting close and closer each day. They started hanging out outside of class time. They started talking about other topics and not only about the project they’d been assigned. Niall saw more of Y/N coming out of her shell, and she watched as the usually bubbly boy became vulnerable in the confines of her apartment walls.

“Chocolate is better than vanilla!” Niall exclaimed at her, spoon digging inside his pudding cup. “Change my mind,”

Y/N made a muffled sound with closed lips. Her mouth is filled by vanilla pudding. She shook her head in disagreement, “Nuh uh,”

“Yeah huh,” He responded as he outstretched his hand out to hers, indirectly asking for her pudding cup so that he could throw it in the bin. She was almost done with it.

“I don’t understand. Chocolate pudding is kind of bitter,”

“But vanilla pudding is too sweet!” He grabbed her cup, heading to the attached kitchen to rinse out the remains before tossing it in the recycling bin.

As Y/N watched him being so domestic--being so caring for her-- she realized that this was exactly how Harry acted in the early stage of their relationship. It seemed that she kept comparing Niall and Harry’s actions, and she would always make herself sadder by the thought. Whatever Niall did, Harry would find a way to disclose the happy moment by reminding Y/N of what used to be and made her cautious of what could happen again if she let Niall come too close.

Y/N mumbled to herself quietly, trying to shut off the thoughts about how Niall will only hurt her.

“What was that, Y/N?” He asked, plopping his bum down on the couch beside her.

“I think you should leave,” She said so softly that Niall only got whisps of her sentence.

“Hmm? You wanna watch something else?” He grabbed the remote from the table in front of them. “I know you like rom-coms so maybe we’ll watch that,”

The TV flicked to the main menu. He browsed through the categories, briefly glancing at her. “Oi, what’s wrong?”

“I think you should leave,” Y/N said more sternly. Guilt was eating up her inside. Somehow, it felt wrong to have Niall over while she was still thinking of her ex-boyfriend. It wasn’t fair to him either.

Her statement made him drop the remote on his lap. He winced a little but his eyes widened in surprise. His mouth opened and close, not knowing what to say when someone asks you to leave. “Oh, d-did I do something wrong?”

She shook her head ‘no’. “I just--- I have stuff to do and I won’t be able to focus,”

Niall nodded understandingly, but he was still discombobulated by the sudden request to exit the building. He stood up, grabbing his phone on the table before wrapping his arms in his coat that he had hung by the door. His hand grasped the doorknob, looking at her for a final time before he left. “Y/N,”

She looked up to him from her position on the couch, the tears she’d tried to dry out spilling a little over her waterline, “Yeah?”

“I’m here for you,”

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Niall was worried for Y/N. Since the day she had asked him to leave, he hasn’t seen much of her on campus. It was like she was avoiding him. Actually, he was certain that she was avoiding him because she recently switched seats to the other side of the room. She wouldn’t even look on his direction, much less spare him a subtle wave or glance. He tried calling out her name one day after class, but he got no response from her. He could only watch as her head of hair disappeared among the mass crowd that hid her from him.

Y/N was disappointed in herself. She was aware of what she was doing this time. She was isolating herself and her pride wouldn’t let her overcome the loop she’d put herself in. Niall was getting closer to her faster than she had anticipated and it sent her into a frenzy. Was she ready? She didn’t know if she was prepared to let somebody in again--even though Niall had squeezed himself in--she was scared.

She was shaking in her boots, teeth nipping on her fingernails as her eyes shifted from one corner of the room to the other because her mind couldn’t stay quiet in the late hours of the night. Y/N was under the covers, hiding from the harsh reality of the world. Would it be so wrong to let Niall in? She so badly wanted to but there was a pull in her heart that warned her. She didn’t know if she was being paranoid or there was something suspicious about Niall.

Nonetheless, Niall was very persistent in being in her life. He reached out to her in any way he knew how.; chased her after class, but she ignored it. He left voice messages on her phone when she failed to answer his calls. He spammed her with texts despite always being left on read. He was trying so hard and she was rejecting him with the same energy--pushing him away, yet he pushed back and with it, he polished off the ball that is Y/N’s fear of abandonment, making it more real than she thought possible.

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“Hey H,” Niall greeted as Harry opened the door to his apartment. He was over for the day to hang out and chill. The two boys haven’t done so in a while, especially with exams and assignments running at full speed.

“What’s up, man?” Harry responded, leaning in for a hug.

Niall walked into the small living room--as Harry had instructed--while he gathered up some snacks and drinks to keep them filled while they caught up with each others’ lives. Minutes later, Harry and his bowl filled arms came into view.

“How’s you and Dani?” Niall questioned. He remembered how Y/N’s face looked when they talked about the topic before, and he was antsy to confirm the truth.

“We broke up,” It was a solemn confession from him, but Harry was relieved.

“Why’s that?”

“We just-- we didn't work out,” Harry stuttered out an excuse. “How about you? Found anybody you like?”

Niall cleared his throat, blinking rapidly as he was caught off guard of how quickly the question was directed to him. “Uh, yeah actually. Got my eye on someone,”

“Innit?” Harry punched Niall’s knee in a teasing manner, “What’s her name? Do I know her?” He took a gulp from canned ice tea, filling his cheeks with the slightly chilled beverage.

“Her name’s Y/N,” Niall watched carefully as Harry’s eyes widened, fighting himself from spilling the liquid out of his mouth. “Not sure if it’s *your Y/N, though,”

Harry asked him what that Y/N looked like and from the way Niall as eyeing him cautiously, he knew that both of them were tiptoeing on a topic that was bound to make them face the truth. And when Niall described Y/N’s appearance first, Harry couldn’t help but envision a perfect image of her in his mind—having not forgotten such a beautiful face. However, once Niall rambled in about her ��perfect personality’; how she was nice and sweet, but humble and gentle—Harry felt his heart hurting because that totally sounded like his Y/N.

“Does that sound like your Y/N?”

Harry nodded, unable to deny something that was so undeniably true. It was quiet for minutes, neither of them saying a word to each other.

“Harry,” Niall began. “Were you—did you leave Y/N for her sister?”

He nodded hesitantly but nonetheless witnessed as hope vanished from Niall’s baby blue eyes. He was praying that Harry wouldn’t do such a thing, but he was proven wrong. “I did, yeah, I-,”

“That’s … not very nice,”

“Don’t you think I know that already?” Harry gassed, squinting his eyes. His nostrils were flaring from hearing the way Niall talked to him as if he didn’t know that what he did was terrible.

“Don’t get angry at me! I’m just saying,” Niall raised his hands up in the air. “That’s pretty fucked up man,”

“I thought we were drifting. I had to get out before it got worse,” He gulped, trying to explain himself. “I didn’t think I was gonna fall for Dani,”

“Don’t you think you should’ve talked to Y/N first?”

“Yes but sh-she,” Harry stuttered over his words. The simplest thing he could’ve done to avoid this whole mess was to talk to Y/N, but it somehow managed to slip his mind. If he communicated with her, maybe they would’ve fixed this and gone over the bump. “You’re right. I’m going to talk—,”

Niall phone buzzed loudly on the glass surface of the coffee table. He reached out to grab the device. “It’s Y/N, I have to go,”

Harry watched as Niall got up on his feet, waiting for him to do the same so he could bid him goodbye properly. The blonde patted the others’ shoulder firmly as if to reprimand him of his wrongdoing.

“Where are you going?”

Niall looked over his shoulder, shrugging on his coat by the door. “Her place,”

It was all Niall said before he unlocked the door and swung it open. Harry was left with his wandering thoughts that imagined filthy things going on between Y/N and his friend. He shook his head to get rid of them.

He sat on his love seat chair, legs spread widely as he covers his face with the expanse of his palm. He glanced up towards the ceiling, silently praying to a God that would be able to help him figure hot to cure the ache in his heart know that Y/N was progressing from him and slowly replacing him. He had no right to be angry but he couldn’t help but want to burst into her place and blame her for moving on too fast; for not even trying to fix them before she let the fire between them simmer. But Harry knew that she was doing the best thing that she can for herself, and as much as he didn’t want her to—he was a selfish man and Harry wanted Y/N all to himself.

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“We’re almost done!” Y/N exclaimed excitedly from across Niall. They were in her bedroom, sat on her bed with papers surrounding both of them. Her laptop jostled over from her lap when she bounced from the knowledge that their efforts would soon dwindle when they finish this assignment.

“Oi, calm down Y/N. I have to focus,” Niall replied as he but his lip. Fingers typing on the keyboard to finish the last bits of information needed on the ‘reference’ page.

Y/N pouted at being reprimanded but she let her eyes dance on her own laptop screen as the pink line moved on the Google Doc that they were sharing. “Sorry, I’m excited to relax,”

It was true. Since Niall arrived, they’ve hit it straight to the ballpark. They’ve not had a break since hours ago and her stomach was rumbling with need.

“And done!” Niall accentuated his words with a final tap to his keyboard—submitting an assignment had never felt better than it did right at this moment.

Y/N gathered the papers in a neat pile before placing them in a blue folder. Niall shut down his computer, preparing to pack for his departure for the night. “Where are you going, Ni?”

He paused, halfway to zipping his bag when she asked him that. “Uh, my place?

“But it’s,” Y/N glanced at her alarm clock. “Eleven-thirty in the evening!”

“So?” Niall raises his brows in confusion.

“So? You can’t go out that late,”

“Then where am I supposed to sleep tonight,” He replied. Y/N thought the idea over her head and concluded that it wouldn’t be too big of a deal to let Niall stay the night.

“Here, of course,” She places her school materials on her desk, clearing her bed of any clutter.

“You want me,” He pointed at his chest. “To sleep here tonight?” Y/N nodded enthusiastically.

Y/N squealed as Niall landed on the spot beside her, body flopping against the mattress. He released a slight groan, “Ooo, your bed is comfy,”

She giggled when he spread out his limbs purposely, shoving her off the bed eventually. “What do you think you’re doing?”

“‘M a big guy, I need all the space I can get,” Y/N puffed air out from her tightly closed lips, mocking his words.

“You’re not that big,”

“Size doesn’t matter,” He mumbled the best he could with his cheek being squished against the soft pillows.

Y/N slapped his shoulder for his innuendo, instructing him to get up so that they could head to the kitchen and fix themselves some very late dinner.

Niall watched from his spot on her kitchen table as Y/N seemed to dance around from spot to spot, collecting ingredients and mixing them in the pot on the stove. His mouth watering with the delicious aroma wafting the air around him despite the exhaust fan above being turned on.

“Y/N, I have a question,” She hummed in response. “Did Harry leave you for Dani?”

Y/N paused her movements, arm stuck frozen from its stirring position. He couldn’t see her face and she was glad because she was sure that it must’ve morphed into a crumpled expression.

“Actually, you don’t have to answer that,” Niall cleared his throat. “He was a jerk to do that. Harry, I mean,”

He continued when Y/N didn’t respond verbally. “I apologize for him. He’s my friend and I’m having a hard time comprehending that he could do something so vile,”

“But I want you to know that he doesn’t deserve you,”

Y/N felt the warmth of his body against the expanse her back and she was rendered frozen once again. “I know,”

She could hear him chuckle breathily and for a moment, she smiled too. “That’s good to hear,”

“I’m trying to get over him, you know,” She sighed, finally turning around, only to be met with his broad chest. She stared at the white shirt that covered his skin, thinking through her next words. “It’s hard,”

“But being with you,” Y/N lifted a hand up to his chest, letting a finger trace lightly. Niall’s heart quickened its pace, she could tell from the increasingly deeper breaths he took. She swore she could feel his heartbeat pounding through the barriers.

His hands touched her lower back gently just after he switched the stove knob off. He was afraid to take her by surprise when he felt her body tense, but it soon relaxed against his touch. Niall was looking at the top of her head because of his height advantage, and he so badly wanted to tilt her chin up and bore his eyes into her pretty ones.

“But with you, it gets easier.”

And maybe it was stupid of Harry to impulsively visit Y/N at the slither of dusk, and even stupider when he put his key--that he never gave back to her--in the keyhole because she wasn’t answering the door. His mind was fuzzy and he wasn’t thinking clearly; maybe his knocks were too light against the wood of the door. He thought Y/N was ignoring him because he can clearly see a crack of light from underneath in front of his feet. It was the stupidest thing to enter her apartment, ready to softly call out her name. He can smell the food she’d always especially make for him---it wasn’t just his mouth-watering, but his eyes as well because the root of the intoxicating scent was centered on the stove. He couldn’t see the appliance because of two bodies blocking the way. 

He really wished that he’d just waited behind the closed door and not witness the sight in front of him.

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okay so I said I was recurringly posting part 4 with pt3 but im late sO O WELL. AND YES, there will be a pt5 cause i haven't said all i wanted to say 

this is me squeezing out the last of the writing cells out of my brain 

more of this series; Part 1  Part 2  Part 3 

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[krismusings]

Zoo break in. | Ro, Khai, and Jay

Discord thread featuring: Roman, @jayceelynd, and @malakhai-ozera

Where: A park, and the Zoo

When: A random ass day

Description: Jay, Ro, and Khai get high on molly, and just do weird shit tbh.

Trigger Warnings: drugs, no surprise there. beginnings of messing around, but fade to black.

Khai

It wasn’t like Khai had never popped  molly by himself before. But he really didn’t feel like being alone. The guy he was supposed to stay with for the night, bailed on him for what seemed like the 100th time. So why not have a little fun with people he truly considered to be friends. He didn’t have very many of those after all, being the loner that he was. Pulling up to the park in his fancy sports car he wondered if it would be messed with. Not that he really cared. It was just home to all his shit at the moment, and although he could afford a place to stash it. For some unknown reason he hadn’t settled on a place yet. You would think after twenty years he would have his shit together, but that was a story for another time. He locked up his car and headed toward the swings, taking a seat on one of them before pulling out a cigarette and lighting it up. “Yo, I’m over here” he called out. Letting his friends know he was there once he spotted them.

Jaycee

Jaycee was excited to be hanging out with her long time friend Khai with her favorite person, Roman. Smirking at him she grabbed his shirt and pecked his lips before driving to the park. They were always living their lives that most wouldn’t approve of, but they never cared nor probably would for that matter. Putting the car in park, once they got there. “You ready?” She asked him with a smirk while climbing out of the car and locking it up behind them. “Have you hung out with Khai?” She asked him curiously as they looked for him. Looking into the direction she saw him on the swing and laughed. “OoOo swings!” She said excitedly. Not feeling the need to really introduce them, seeing they probably knew one another since the three of them were in a group text and all. Hugging Khai she hummed. “How are you?” She asked before pulling back to let the other two greet one another.

❝𝓡✮м𝕒𝐍 ❜❜

Roman informed Jaycee that he had hung out with Khai before, and was more than happy to see him again as they crossed the park. He was still laughing at jay being excited about the swings as he waved at the other male. “Hey mate! Lookin’ brill.” Roman leaned in to grab Khai’s hand, and pulled him in for a half hug.

Khai

As Jaycee and Roman approached him, he stood from the swing and smiled at them both. “I’m good” he replied, Pulling Jaycee into a tight hug before kissing her forehead. “Hey yourself” he winked at Roman. Letting him pull him in for a hug as well. The guy always looked good, the moonlight only highlighting his already intense features. “I’m glad you guys could make it. I thought I was gonna have to blow up by myself again. Which isn’t as fun” he chuckled before taking another pull from his cigarette.

Jaycee

Smiling as he kissed her on the forehead she watched Roman and Khai hugging it out. Intrigued by their interaction with one another as she hopped up on a swing and started to swing. Jaycees thoughts going to all of Khais belongings in his car getting her lost in her thoughts while swinging. “Why wouldn’t we come, of course we want to have fun with you” she smiled at him. Jaycee wondered if Roman had the same thoughts of what they saw in his car. “So whatcha got?” She asked as she couldn’t help but the giggle as she leaned back letting the swing take her for a ride.

❝𝓡✮м𝕒𝐍 ❜❜

Roman liked hanging out with Khai a lot. He was quiet, a perhaps a bit shy, but there was something about the male that really intrigued Ro to want to know more. Plus, he was fucking beautiful. So. There’s that. Roman watched as Jaycee of course moved right over to the swings where she was apparently at home. Good to know. “We’re not even high yet, and you’re giggling on the swings?” Roman asked with a wide smile while he crossed his arms.

Khai

Khai could think of at least a hundred reasons to why they wouldn’t want to come. But most of those were due to his insecurities at the moment. “I got some white magic... Molly” he added to clarify. He stuffed his hand into his front pocket and pulled the little baggy containing the pills out before looking over to Roman. “She’s high on life, mate” he chuckled shaking his head. “We just need to get on her level” he mused. Raising his brow slightly with his words  as he took a step closer to the other male. “What’ll it be? One shot, two shots... or how ‘bout I just surprise you?” He dumped the pills into his hand and stood in front of Roman with a devilish grin. “Open up and say please” he insisted. Waiting for the other to oblige before placing two small white pills onto his tongue.

❝𝓡✮м𝕒𝐍 ❜❜03/26/2020

Ro’s eyebrow lifted when Khai got in front of him with the bag of pills, those large hazel eyes enticing him to choose the surprise option. With those lashes, he’d let the guy do whatever he wanted. “Ohhh...I like the way you operate.” Roman replied easily, keeping his eye contact with the other male before parting his lips, tongue ready to accept his prize. He could obey...sometimes.

Jaycee03/26/2020

Jaycee started to slow down on the swing when she heard him mention white magic. Watching them was definitely something that only can be explained in her crazy head as hot. She just sat there watching them as she chewed on her bottom lip.

Khai03/26/2020

Khai continued to keep eye contact with Roman until both pills were inserted and swallowed. His grin only slightly disappearing as he pulled his bottom lip between his teeth. He turned to face Jaycee and made his way over to her. Her legs placed between his as he stood straddled over her on the swing. “Now you m’lady” he continued to grin. Letting his finger trail lazily over her bottom lip after inserting two pills into her mouth. “Don’t say I never gave you anything” he teased. Popping the last two pills into his mouth and swallowing them dry before joining her on the swings.(edited)

❝𝓡✮м𝕒𝐍 ❜❜

Roman liked to have a good time, shocking, I know, but in trying to fathom what tonight was going to hold, Ro just let himself space off. He watched Khai give some pills to Jaycee, and then himself, wondering if he was in the mood to either swing, or maybe hit up the jungle gym. “Oh wow.” He muttered with a small chuckle when he walked over, and realized he was the exact same height as the jungle gym. “Don’t remember this shit being so small.” He complained before pulling himself up to sit on the top.

Jaycee

Jaycee was sitting there, her lips parted when his lazily trailed over her bottom lip. Swallowing the pills dry she whispered “thank you” tightening her grip on the swings chains as she watched him walk over to his own swim. Remembering the little surprise with ice cubes he’d mentioned to her before. “You two are like giants!” She said as she giggled. “You’re king of the worrrlllllddd” she cheered not caring who heard her at this point. Jaycee was always just down to enjoy life, and with good company how could this night go wrong!?

Khai03/26/2020

Khai couldn’t help but laugh as Roman approached the jungle gym and Jaycee began cheering him on. “Hey man, don’t fall through there. I’ve done that before and I promise... it looks like a short fall. But it hurts.” He continued to chuckle as he pumped his legs, swinging higher and higher.

❝𝓡✮м𝕒𝐍 ❜❜03/26/2020

Roman smirked when he heard his friends both cheering him on, and warning him of possible danger. Ro had yet to eat anything today, so the molly was already starting to take effect, flowing all through his body in the best was as he rolled his head to crack his neck. He then swiveled around so he could lay back on the top of the bars, looking up at the sky from high up. Trippy.

Khai03/26/2020

The molly was already taking effect on Khai as well. Heating up his body from the inside out as he felt the cool wind brush against his face on the swing. It probably wasn’t a brilliant idea but with one thought, he jumped from the swing. Landing on his feet but initially falling back onto his ass and laying on the ground. “Fuck...” he laughed. His tone a bit gritty as he tilted his head back to look at Jaycee to see how far he jumped. “I think I lost my cigarette” he realized, sitting up and dusting off the back of his arms.

Jaycee

Jaycee was humming as she felt the molly take effect on her tiny body. “This feels amazing” she groaned. “Woah” she said in awe of her friend jumping. Deciding she was going to jump and try to flip with her gymnastic and dance background it should be easy right? Well we’re talking about Jaycee Beau Lynd right? She did a flip but rolled and laughed her ass off when she landed clearly not hurt. Looking over she rolled over into her hands an knees and saw his cigarette. “I found it” she said as she giggled holding it up. Looking over at Roman she smiled at her love. “Rooommmaaannn you good baby?” She asked as she decided to take a drag of the cigarette before letting Khai have it.March 27, 2020

Khai

“Holy fuckin’ shit” Khai exclaimed as Jaycee flipped off the swing. Watching her body roll across the ground before cheering when he discovered she was okay. “You’re a fuckin’ spider monkey” he laughed. Crawling over to her to grab his cigarette after she had taken a drag. “God, I needed this” he hummed. Laying his head into her lap as she called over to Ro.

Jaycee

Jaycee couldn’t help but to laugh at her friends reaction after calling out to her roommate asking if he was ok. Running her fingers through Khais hair as she laid back onto the ground. “I think we all did” she sighed as she got lost in feeling his hair between her fingers. Wondering where the night would go with them all. Her teeth were gritted as the molly courses through her body, releasing a hum as she swore she could feel every molecule that touched her skin.

❝𝓡✮м𝕒𝐍 ❜❜

Roman wasn’t sure how long he’d been staring up at the sky before it clicked that his friends were calling for him. He turned around like he would on his bed, laying uncomfortably on his side on top of the monkey bars. Yeah, he wasn’t so sure why he’d done this, and for some reason it tripped him out that Jaycee and Khai were on the ground. When did that happen? “Why’re you’re guys in the dirt?” He asked with his thick Manchester accent, a look of pure confusion, but fascination on his face.

Khai

Khai let his eyes close for a moment as Jaycee stroked his hair. The feeling of her fingertips brushing against his scalp sending waves of good vibrations all throughout his body. Opening his eyes again once he heard Roman respond he looked over at him with amusement. He didn’t look comfortable at all but still some how attractive in his twisted side position. “Because it feels good. We like dirt” he announced a bit louder than his usual tone. “Get over here and join us you bloke” he laughed. Reaching his hands out toward Ro to try and coax him in without lifting his head from Jaycee’s lap.

Jaycee

“I want to have an accent like y’all. I’m stuck with this stupid one” she said in her thick southern draw as she giggled. Looking over at Roman smiling knowing he couldn’t be comfortable. “It’s cool in the dirt” she said simply as she continues to run her nails lazily over Khai’s scalp, enjoying the softness of his hair. “I’ll rub your head too” she said trying to coax him down.

❝𝓡✮м𝕒𝐍 ❜❜

Ro just laughed when Jaycee made her comment about their accents, but then pouted because he loved her southern accent. “I love you southern drawl!” Roman did his best impression right after her, doing his best now to get down without seriously hurting himself. It would be quite shocking if he managed to pull that off. “Damn right you’ll be rubbing my head!” Ro joked like a five year old before tripping over his own goddamn feet on his way over to the two. He plopped down right next to Khai, and on e again found himself on his back with a deep sigh. “This is my favorite white shirt by the way. It’ll be dirty now, and it’s all your fault - the both of you.”(edited)

Khai

It was amusing to Khai watching Roman mimic Jaycee’s southern drawl. His eyes following the other male as he tripped lazily over to them, a smile mindlessly pulling at his lips. “I think we should just talk like Jaycee all night long” he suggested. Mostly just talking out loud. As Ro laid next to him and placed his head side by side with his on Jaycee’s lap he draped his leg over the others. “Don’t those come in like a package of six?” he asked with a chuckle. Pulling lightly on the collar of Ro’s shirt with a grin. “Do you wanna wear mine? I don’t mind gettin’ a bit dirty.”(edited)

Jaycee

“I will smack you both I swear to god” she said in her accent not even trying anymore. Laughing as she sighed now that she had both of them in her reach and ran her fingers through Romans soft curly hair, scratching his scalp like she always does before massaging. “We do have a washing machine and I know how to treat clothes” she stated in a matter of fact tone as she picked on Roman. Laughing at Khai’s remark. “This one is his special one of the lot” she said in a pretty good British accent and smiled brightly at how proud she was. “Dirty is good” she hummed.(edited)March 28, 2020

❝𝓡✮м𝕒𝐍 ❜❜

Roman definitely wouldn’t be quite this dramatic over a white T-shirt if he wasn’t high as a kite, but alas. “Mm - no, it’s fine.” He chuckled a bit, looking over at Khai after his offer, and of course letting his mind go to a naughty place at the mention of him not minding to get dirty. He leaned his head back to glare up at Jaycee when she did a British accent, but then laughed because he deserved that. “I hope no one comes around here today or else we might get reported.” He giggled. They were being so fucking weird laying in the middle of the dirt all tangled together, which I guess makes sense since they were on drugs. “We woulda been so happy in the middle of Woodstock.”

Khai

Khai continued to lay there as he gazed up at the sky. His arms cross lazily over his chest and stomach as he listened to Romans concerns about someone else coming around. Which immediately resulted in a way too bad idea. Popping up from Jaycee’s lap in one quick movement he looked back at his friends. “Shit... you know what we should do? We should go break into the zoo and see the tigers. That would be bad ass.” It was already getting dark so he was sure they could get away with it. As sure as he could be while under the influence of mdma.

Jaycee

“Don’t you glare at me” she laughed with an arched brow towards Roman. Playfully tugging on his hair. I bet they would have , had a blast at Woodstock she thought to herself. Sitting up when Khai popped eyes wide to what he said and looked down at Roman. “I mean down for anything exciting. Again I rest my case on the bad influencers in this group” pointing at Khai as she stuck her tongue between her teeth and smiled. “Can we bring home a baby koala or something baby” she asked all excited.

❝𝓡✮м𝕒𝐍 ❜❜

Roman actually shot up with excitement himself when Khai threw out his idea, wondering why in the hell he hadn’t thought of that himself. “I’m totally fine with bringing home a Koala. This is a perfect fucking idea, what the fuckkkk?!” Yeah, he was...he was really gone. “Wait...who’s driving though?” Definitely wasn’t gonna be him, unless they all wanted to die.

Khai

“I’m not a bad influencer. This is a brilliant fuckin’ idea. Right Ro?” he asked, smiling wide at the others reaction. “I can drive, I don’t mind. But I’ll have to get some shit out of my car.” Khai definitely drove way more than he probably should while under the influence, but he was a good driver. A bit reckless but good. He didn’t really worry about it. Besides his 2019 Porsche Panamera Turbo was calling his name.(edited)

Jaycee

Scuffing in laughter as she rolled and got up from her hands and knees, dusting any dirt off of her. “I want a baby koala!” She giggled excitedly with her hand on her flat stomach. Wobbling a bit but still had a smile on her face. “I’ve been in the car with him really shit faced so, I’m down” she shrugged as she waited for Romans response. “I’m small enough to squeeze in somewhere I’m sure” she waved her hand forgetting how much stuff she saw in his car.

❝𝓡✮м𝕒𝐍 ❜❜

“Man, this is such a nice car.” Roman complimented his friend as he walked around the vehicle, remembering a time when he used to be so obsessed with cars. He didn’t have the time or money for that anymore. Hendrix of course did notice all the things in the other male’s car, but he didn’t want to embarrass him, or put him on the spot. He could inquire about it at a different time. “I’ve never actually been to the zoo out here.”(edited)

Khai

“Thanks, mate” he smiled as the trio approached his car. He pulled out his keys to unlock the doors and pulled the drivers side door open before turning to J. “Hey, can I put some of this shit in your car for now?” he asked. It was a quick process of moving tote bags from one car to the other before they were all seated comfortably and on their way to the zoo. “Me either, but tigers are like my spirit animal. Especially white tigers” he nodded. Getting a bit deep in his conversation mostly due to being high as a kite. He drove a bit fast, shifting gears as he hit the highway. Cruising at about 75 mph as he pushed himself back into his seat to feel its comfort and grinding his teeth.

Jaycee

After getting the things into the back of her car, she got into the backseat since she was definitely the shortest of the trio. Leaning forward as they cruised fast down the highway. “They’re really majestic. I have no idea what my spirit animal is. Every says I’m like a little spider monkey. Is that bad?” She as while leaning into the seat, enjoying the vibrations coming from his car. “I want to buy a Tesla so bad, but I’m trying to be a good girl” she huffed playfully. “The suv model though” and did her arms upward like the doors did while giggling. Jaycee hadn’t bought a new car since high school and never wanted to really flash her money around like that. Still feeling as though it wasn’t hers to touch. “Everyone feeling good?” She asked through a clenched jaw.March 29, 2020

❝𝓡✮м𝕒𝐍 ❜❜

Roman just stared out the window while the others made small talk, namely Jaycee. She was adorable, always feeling like she needed to fill the silence. For as outspoken and social as Roman was, he sometimes didn’t talk very much at all. He just observed, and listened. He was good at listening. Well, not now cause he was pressing his nose to the backseat window, feeling like he was actually moving along the road without being in a car weird. “Hm?” He turned to look at Jaycee, and then just smiled, because he didn’t even know what she said. Oops. “We at the zoo yet?” It had only been like five minutes, but Ro felt like it had been forever.

Khai

"The suv model is pretty bad ass. I almost got a Tesla myself. But, this car was just purring my name like an untamed wild cat" he mused. He shifted his vision between the road and the rear view so that he could see Jaycee as she spoke. The speed of the car only increasing once he turned the radio on. Driving to the beat of the music was only one of his many bad habits. "We're almost there" he shouted over to Roman. Noticing the other male was getting a bit lost in the passing lights as they zoomed by. "Don't zone out on me too fast, mate. The parties just getting started" he encouraged. Belting out the song on the radio at the top of his lungs soon after.

Jaycee

Leaning her head back as she nodded her head in agreeing to, Khai. Who knows maybe she’d splurge on herself and get one. Looking over at Roman she shook her head smiling. He was about to fade out and was thankful Khai turned the radio up and closed her eyes as he sang. She knew they were close to the zoo so she continued to let the vibrations of the car soothe her, vibrating her body. Slowly finding herself quietly singing along with Khai then slowly dancing with a smile on her lips. It feels like the time passed with the singing along as she falls into her door when Khai turns into the parking lot. “Woah” she laughed softly, taking her seatbelt off waiting to get out. “I can’t wait to hold my new baby”(edited)March 30, 2020

❝𝓡✮м𝕒𝐍 ❜❜

Roman didn’t even remember getting to the zoo honestly. He did hear Khai shouting at him, and then singing in a pitch that was borderline only to be heard by dogs. Ro was also aware of Jaycee slamming into the door shortly after. But here they were, still talking about stealing koala’s, and Roman didn’t even know if they were joking or not anymore. “How do we get in?” Ro asked curiously as they walked up to the entrance, and looked around. Of course he was eyeing the security cameras around, wondering if maybe this was the dumbest thing he’d ever agreed to do.

Khai

Standing outside the entrance of the zoo, Khai pulled out another cigarette and placed it between his lips. Lighting it up and inhaling it deeply as he looked around at the same security cameras Ro was focusing in on. “We might have to just climb the fence. Or go through one of the exhibits.” He knew this was a terrible idea but he went with it anyway. The look of excitement on Jaycee’s face to hold a baby koala fueling his need to please. Flicking his cigarette away after a couple more drags he placed his hands on the fence and peered through the gate. “I bet we could get in over there” he pointed. Not really sure what that particular exhibit was home to.

Jaycee

Jaycee literally just stood there following pursuit of whatever was going down. Playing with her hair was a think she did when she was feeling a little nervous, but quickly forgot about the nerves when the hair playing calmed her. “Should I climb through and unlock?” She asked out of curiosity. Was she really going to hold a baby koala!! Is this real life right now!? She didn’t even care, she wanted to play in the zoo with her two favorite people. She knew of the cameras but ignored them, if she didn’t she’d flip out. Wrapping her arms around their shoulders, literally standing on her tippy toes giggling. “Or you two can hoist me up!” She took turns smiling up at them.April 1, 2020

❝𝓡✮м𝕒𝐍 ❜❜

“I have a hard time believing it’ll be as easy as unlocking it from the inside. I’d say we need a key.” Even in his drugged out state, Roman had enough common sense to at least attempt thinking things though. Well, not really since he was wanting to take home a koala. “Let’s go in through that enclosure. Khai’s right, looks kinda easy to rig.” Roman ducked his head over towards their right before he was helping both Jaycee, and Khai over the enclosure. He had long legs, and was tall as fuck, so Ro easily made his way over to the other side by himself. “Okay...so, let’s hurry the fuck up, and get out of this enclosure before we wake up whatever the fuck lives here.” Roman would straight up scream if he got charged at by a goddamn rhino.(edited)

Khai

Khai nodded his head as Roman agreed with him and within a matter of moments they were standing in the open enclosure. Looking around he couldn’t help but chuckle. “Don’t worry, mate. As long as we can out run each other we should be fine” he joked. Jumping onto Romans back playfully as they moved their way through the enclosure to find an exit. “I love you guys! You know that?” he asked with a wide smile. The effects of the drugs influencing his emotions as they scrambled with adrenaline.

Jaycee

Jaycee dusted her hands off on her ripped jeans and looked around in amazement. She was really about to get a baby koala for her and Romans house. This was going to be an awesome night. Giggling at the boys she walked up behind them and smacked both of their asses before going around them, looking around at how big this place was. “I am like, in awe of this place.” She walked forward looking for an exit sign and finally found on  “come on” she whispered still somehow in a damn draw. Must be the drugs, who knows. Turning the door knob she heard a loud snap, quickly turning her head to see a couple of giraffes in awe, pointing up behind the boys unable to say anything, motioning them to slowly come her way.April 2, 2020

❝𝓡✮м𝕒𝐍 ❜❜

Roman caught Khai when he jumped up onto his back, adjusting the other male’s legs so that he was easily holding him in backpack position. Yes, this was totally normal. Ro turned to look back at Jaycee before she smacked them on the ass, letting her lead the way to where they needed to be to get out of the enclosure. When she pointed behind them, Roman didn’t even want to look. He may end up screaming, and that would not be in their favor at the moment. He just focused on getting on the other side of this gate. Once they were through, Ro let Khai down, and then looked around to see where they had been. “Fucking giraffes?? Yeah, we’re not leaving the same way we came in. Fuck me!”

Khai

Standing now on the other side of the enclosure, Khai couldn't help but to laugh. Roman's response to the giraffes tickling him from the inside out as he doubled over in uncontrollable laughter. "Fuckin' hell, mate. If we live through this I'm gonna have to remember to never let you live this moment down." Turning to Jaycee with a wide smile still painted on his face. He draped his arm heavily over her shoulder and pulled himself closer to her. "Lead the way Koala Queen. I'm getting antsy and really need a drink." Reaching his free arm out he draped it over Roman's shoulder as well and pulled him in. "Which way to the out now?"(edited)

Jaycee

Jaycee couldn’t help but to laugh at the expressive terror on Romans face as they left the enclosure. Placing her hand on her stomach at the ache forming from laughter. “Oh my god, I love you two” she said giggling still. Holding onto the hand draped over her shoulder she walked them towards the little map and found her to the enclosure and made the poutiest face possible, it’s pitiful but baby anything melts her. “Oh my god.” She did a little exited dance before finding the door and sneaking in quietly. Looking around she slipped out of their little connection they had going on, looking closely to find her new baby. Walking up to a sleeping little baby gently picking it up, baby talking to it as the little baby koala wrapped its arms around her neck, causing Jaycee to have an awe expression. “You guuyyyss” she whispered as she walked up to them so they could pet the new baby. God the fur was so fucking soft.(edited)April 5, 2020

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Roman shot Khai a playful glare when he gave him shit for his reaction to being literally right next to the damn things. “Listen. They may be beautiful, and even magestic, some would say, however - I can’t think of a single good thing that comes from standing right next to one. I can admire from a distance, Khai, a distance.” He gestured at his friend before Jaycee was pulling their attention elsewhere with her little excited dance. Once they were inside the koala enclosure, Roman was having a hard time remembering how they even got here from the playground. What the fuck was even happening? This was by far the most random thing he’d ever done. “Are we for real holding wild animals right now?” He asked with a snort.

Khai

Khai continued to laugh at Roman, unable to get over the amusement of his reaction. His playful glare only fueling the fire of laughter inside of him. “I mean, I can’t either. But it’s still funny as shit” he chuckled. Feeling Jaycee pull from his arm he watched her go in search of the baby koala. Now leaning into Roman with a smile as he watched Jayce pet it and pick it up. “We’re not just holding it. We’re taking it” he clarified to Ro as he turned to face him. “You ok with that?”

Jaycee

Jaycee just kept in her own world as they boys bantered back and forth as she loved on the baby koala, cooing at it. "You're now my baby, and I love you and will care for you forever and always" she said as she snuggled into the baby, rubbing her face against it's fur, humming. God this baby koala feels amazing. "Roman, can I please bring this baby home to love?" she walked up to him pouting a pitiful face ever as she begged him to be okay with it, while batting her eyes. Letting her eyes go from Roman and Khai.. "Please" she whispered as she wanted them to feel how soft the baby was.

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Roman shook his head while the both of them went on about taking a koala, because he had genuinely just been thinking they were kidding at that part. He was tripping, but not to that extent “Love on the koala, cuddle the koala, but we’re not taking it from the zoo.” He informed them both with a pointed finger, as if that somehow made what he was saying iron clad. “There are many reasons in which would explain perfectly why we can’t steal an animal from the zoo, and I’ll be glad to list them if I need to.” Roman talked a lot.

Khai

Khai’s smile turned into an all too pitiful pout as Roman put his foot down. “But...” he began, leaning his head onto Romans shoulder. “It’s so cute, and soft, and... and...” He heard a noise just then and his head shot up from his friends shoulder. “What was that?”(edited)

Jaycee

Jaycee literally looked like Roman just broke her heart by telling her no, her eyes watering up with a trembling chin. Walking the baby back to it's little perch she crossed her arms, being a brat as always. She knew if he said no, there was reasoning in it but she was still gonna pout, and if she was sober she'd agree with him, we all know this. She stopped in her tracks as she got up to the boys and held her breath trying to listen. "Let's just go" she said super softly. They'd have more fun at the house anyways, and was looking forward to sinking into the bed with these two sex gods standing before her.(edited)

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Roman’s shoulders sank when both Khai, and Jaycee acted like he’d just told them the world was coming to an end. To them right now, that was probably what it felt like. Since when was Roman in the position to be a parental figure?? This was truly quite bizarre. “Don’t act that way. I jus’ don’t wanna go to jail, or not have the right stuff to take care of a friggin’ koala.” He gestured towards the adorable animals that he most definitely was not leaving until he held. “We’re not going anywhere until I get my turn.” He informed both of his friends while pushing past them to grab a koala for himself.

Khai

It was quite easy for Khai to get distracted at the moment. The drugs he had ingested were numbing and enhancing him all at the same time. The sound he had heard had totally left his thoughts as he watched Roman make his way to the baby koala. A smile spreading across his lips as he watched him pick it up and coddle it. Sure he would have liked to pet it and hold it too. But there was that damn sound again. Was that an animal? Khai stuck his hands into the front pockets of his jeans and looked around the enclosure. “Do adult koalas attack? Like if their being protective of their offspring?” he asked. Concern clearly flooding into his way too relaxed tone. “I just don’t really wanna die unless it’s by a tiger ya know? I don’t think I could live with being mauled by a pissed off mama koala.” Obviously he wouldn’t be living with it if he were killed. But he was sure they got what he meant.(edited)

Jaycee

Jaycee was watching Roman with an awe expression as he cuddled to baby Koala, feeling a tug at her heart, and it was totally over the second Khai opened his mouth about being paranoid over an adult Koala. "Khai, I would not want to die from a mama or daddy Koala either. Who wants their obituary to say Jaycee Beau Lynd died at the hands of parental Koala's while breaking into an enclosure to pet the offspring" she doubled over laughing, but not too loud. Stopping her laughter when she heard the noise herself. "Stop it, I don't wanna get attacked" she swatted Khai's arm now that he put the horrible idea in her head. Then watching Roman she smiled as she watched him, is there anything that he wouldn't be cute with? Jaycee snuggled into Khai as she heard another noise hoping it was from another enclosure that was close cause that one was loud causing her to jump. "Roman.." she said worried. "Let's put the baby down, and agree to buy a spider monkey or baby koala when we get the proper stuffs" she said while biting her bottom lip.April 14, 2020

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Roman was usually in his own little world about 98% of the time. It was easier that way, and much more pleasant. He hadn’t really heard the noises that the others were talking about, his brain was kind of floaty, and he was holding a baby Koala. He looked up at Jaycee when she said his name though, wondering why she sounded so freaked out. Had he missed something? “Okay...” he knitted his brows together, and then slowly turned to put the baby animal back where it belonged. “Are we leaving then?” Ro asked while still looking between the two with an extremely confused expression.April 15, 2020

Khai

Jaycee slapped his arm and all he could do was laugh. He wasn’t sure anymore if he was freaked out or amused. But it all seemed like some weird lucid dream anyway. Before he knew it they were all standing in the parking lot again, waiting for him to unlock his car. How did they get here? It didn’t really matter, he was ready to move on to the next stupid idea anyway. Adventure always bubbling in his blood as he craved the adrenaline of a good time. “So... where to now? he asked with a bit of an enthusiastic chuckle. “Hopefully somewhere with alcohol. Cause I’m super fuckin’ parched.”  It seemed like only a matter of seconds and they were all loaded into his Porsche once again. Heading toward their next destination.

Jaycee

“Yes we’re leaving” she smiled at Roman while playing with his soft curls. After they all safely got around whatever noise that was and to the car she giggled at them almost getting caught. “Oh my god that was so close” she said with her thick accent. “Khai! Have you ever known meto not have alcohol at my house!?” She joked as they rode down the highway. “Unless y’all wanna go elsewhere” she shrugged not caring where they went. “The hot tub is ready cause I turned it on this morning... Is that a bad idea heat when on molly?” She asked looking at the two men before her.

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Roman still wasn’t exactly sure what had just happened, figuring that maybe his drugs hit him super hard a lot later than it should have. He barely even remembered getting back to the car, but once alcohol was mentioned, he was back in the game. “Yeah, we have a ton of liquor at the house. And getting in the hot tub is never a bad idea.” He added on to Jaycee’s statement. “Our rule though is no clothes in the hot tub. Go nude, or get out.” He said while dramatically holding his finger in the air.

Khai

As Jaycee and Roman put an emphasis on going back to their place, his smile only grew wider. Of course he was down to go there, they had alcohol. Besides, being somewhere more private was never a bad idea. Especially while rolling on Molly. Khai let out an amused chuckle as Roman shot  his finger up into the air declaring nudity. His brow lifting as he pulled his bottom lip between his teeth in thought. Oh hell yeah, he was definitely down for that. “If you guys just wanna get me naked. All ya gotta do is ask” he mused. The drive back to Jaycee’s house seemed to go a whole lot quicker than their venture to the zoo. Maybe it was because time had become a bit illusionary. Or maybe he was just in a hurry to get naked. Either way, he was all smiles and anticipation as he pulled into the driveway.(edited)

Jaycee

Jaycee couldn’t help but the chew on her inner cheek with a small giggle. Of course she wanted to see them naked and wet in the hot tub. “We just have a thing for nudity, no judgement” she joked as she got out of the car and put the code in for the garage to open since her car was left at the park. Walking into the house making sure everyone was in she shut the garage door. “Should we get naked before the alcohol orrrr wait?” She asked as she slid her shirt up teasing the boys, letting them see she wasn’t wearing a bra. Only giving them a glimpse of the round globe of her tits, before she waved her finger at them while shaking her head no. She enjoyed teasing, it made things more interesting. Untying the flannel around her hips she tossed it on the table as she walked them through the kitchen and opened the liquor cabinet. “All ours” she said excitedly with a little dance. “Roman, wanna pick out music?” She asked him with a smirk.(edited)April 16, 2020

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Roman smirked when Jaycee asked about the timeliness of their nudity, already pulling his shirt up and off the second they even reached the front door. He loved fashion, but he loved being naked more. “I dunno about you all, but the nakedness begins now with me.” Ro’s jeans, and underwear were off within the next few seconds, kicking it all aside to worry about later as he made his way to Jaycee’s bar. One of them anyway. They had one out back as well by the pool, and hot tub. They were boujee bitches. Well, Jaycee was, and Roman enjoyed it.April 17, 2020

Khai

An attentive grin pulled at his lips as Jaycee teasingly raised her shirt and he rubbed the stumble on his chin as his eyes focused on her movements. Roman was already getting naked and Khai found himself following behind the pair with erotic ideations forming in his mind. As he approached the bar he looked at all the liquor in the cabinet on display and rubbed his lips together. “You choose” he smiled, looking over at Jaycee as she did a little dance. He hooked his finger under his shirt at his waistline and twisted it up around his hand flashing his lower abdomen. He wasn’t too shy to take his clothes off,  but he liked the idea of taking his time. Especially since he stripped for a living. A mischievous grin pulled at his features as his own thoughts began giving him playful ideas.  His gaze shifting between a beautifully sculpted naked man and an incredibly sexy woman. Maybe he’d just  test the potency of the two molly hits he passed out early, and see how long it took them to take his clothes off for him.

Jaycee

Jaycee laughed as she watched Roman go for it. There’s plenty of times they just stayed naked and loved it. Jaycee herself began to undress not caring where any of her items went as they were flung around and grabbed a bottle of tequila and poured three shots each, putting them on a platter and grabbed the salt and lime. This could be fun. “Oh” she hisses while taking a lime and rubbing it over her harden nipples, as the juice runs down her flat stomach before sprinkling salt on them. Showing them what she had in mind as she stood there bare for them both to see. “Roman, I think we’re going to have to remove Khais pants” she smirked. As she put her pointer finger between her teeth. “Who wants to take the first shot?” She asked mischievously.

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[nautiscarader]

7. scent with Wildehopps

more build-up than actual sex, but that story has been on my mind for some time. I’m not a particular fan of the “red string of fate” trope, but this one seemed like a decent ground for a variation of it.

()(Ao3)(next>>)

Judy first noticed it when she was sitting in her office, filing paperwork. That’s the part of cops’ life movies never focus on - how much filing there is, compared to shooting and saying one-liners. Her ears perked up, though it was her nose that picked up and enticing, savoury smell, that reminded her very much of home and her mother’s kitchen. It didn’t take her long to locate the source: a package of sweets that Nick brought into the precinct.

- You trying to butter us up, fox? - McHorn grumbled at the newest cadet. - Butter you up? Moi? - Nick replied, pointing to McHorn’s belly with one paw, while the other one, pressed against Clawhauser’s face, successfully prevented him from taking all of the cherry cones at once.

When he noticed Judy, he gallantly moved the box towards her, granting her a charming smile. She took one of the freshly baked sweets and let out a soft moan of approval, giving him a thumbs-up. But then her face changed. Though the aroma of the delicacy was certainly pleasant, it was something else that brought her attention, though she couldn’t quite put her paw on it. She took a few more on the road, and while she was nibbling on them throughout her shift, she tried detecting the missing flavour, but up to no avail.

- If you like'em so much, I can be asked on a date, and interrogated for the location of that bakery. - Nick’s voice suddenly interrupted her already stirred thoughts, as he looked at her small desk from over the screen. - If you think it will make your life easier, then you can stop it now. - she countered. - I’m not gonna give you you any head-starts tomorrow, you know. - Even for one last cone?

Nick opened his paw, hiding, as he promised, one last sweet, Judy reluctantly took, as if she was afraid it was drugged. But then, as she moved it to her mouth, she smelled it again, the sweet, but savoury smell, reminding her of salty caramel, she once ate a very fancy dinner. When she took the next bite, the taste was gone, and she was about to as Nick about it, but the fox has just closed the office doors behind him. Judy shrugged, as she knew she will have time to ask him tomorrow.

The second time happened the very next day. Some time ago, Judy was asked to temporarily take cadets through their morning PE classes, as Major Friedkin’s pregnancy forced her to stop straining her body, and she paw-picked Judy as the best candidate. During her stay at the academy she got used to the peculiar, aggressive smell of showers, both before and after classes; she didn’t judge, as she was sweating herself every morning as well. And it was when she was walking alongside the closed entrance to the male showers that she caught a whiff of the same smell.

At first, she thought that one of the guys used a shower gel with the same ingredient, but once she smelled it again, she realised she was wrong. The aroma has changed, yet it evoked the same feeling she remembered from yesterday. She looked around, as she just realised how she must have looked to others, though fortunately, the only other officer was at the far end. She breathed in again, and this time the scent was mixing with the unmistakable musky smell she expected in such a place, though it wasn’t as repulsive and sharp as she might have thought.

She turned around, and she yelped when the door of the lockers corridor nearly hit her in the face, though she managed to jump back just in time.

- Woah, careful, teach’. - Nick spoke, his eyes widened. - Hang on, what were you doing in here…? - Not what you are thinking, Nick - she replied.

Her nose twitched, detecting the pleasant whiff again. If her “shower gel” theory was correct, then it must have been Nick.

- Blueberries? - she asked, throwing a shot in the dark. She knew it was his favourite.

Nick raised his brow.

- Is that a proposition, a new nickname, or a safe word? - Stop it, Nick. - she snorted - Never thought you’d be the one to use one of those fruit-smelling shower products. - Oh, please, Judy. We all know perfectly well how this world works. Girls get the shampoos like “Delicate Raspberry Ensemble” or “Fairy Pineapple Wind” - he spoke enunciating each word - And we, males, get “The Storm of Testosterone” or “The Whirlpool of Death”. That’s how nature works.

Judy laughed, walking alongside the corridor, forgetting for a moment about her curious discovery.

For the next few months, Judy kept finding traces of the mysterious smell, to the point she even went to a spice shop in one of the Zootopia districts, in vain hope maybe they can help her, but the elusive smell kept changing, as if it was deliberately toying with her. And the answer came from the most unexpected of places.

- Oh, how I missed this. - Major Friedkin cheered, sipping a glass of cognac she was given as a present when she returned. - Well, we knew you’ve got the taste. - Judy spoke. - And thank you for taking up my duties, I have already heard the boys hate the mornings, which means you’ve done damn good job.

She replied with a would-be-polite smile, and looked around, finding an argument to leave the conversation she was kinda robbed in.

- Say, where’s-where’s your husband? I think I haven’t congratulated him yet. - Oh, he’s there, showing pictures of our cubs.

Judy followed her paw, and she took a moment to realise that the she was pointing at rather short, chubby brown bear with huge glasses, happily giggling with Clawhauser at his smartphone.

- Oh, right. - I know what you mean. - Friedkin started - How come me and him would ever get together, right? - Actually, that’s not what I- - It’s the scent, I tell you.

Judy’s ears perked up at once, she turned her head at once and even pressed her paw at the polar bear’s massive arm, preventing another drink from delaying her answer.

- Scent? - she asked, standing up on her chair, ignoring how the very unusual pose she was in mus look like - What do you mean? - Well, you know. - she replied jovially - The scent of destiny, tigers from the East came up with this, I think. It’s the smell of your mate, that only you can detect, you know. The one true love, and whatnot. Not real, but I like it as explanation. Certainly beats “I met him online.”

She continued talking, never realising Judy was no longer holding her hostage, and that the bunny was back on her chair, lost in her thoughts, as if she just received some grave news. And then, before she looked up, she already knew who joined Clawhauser and Friedkin’s husband. She took a deep breath, and once again, she was back on the trail leading her up to the red fox laughing on the other side of the room.

- Oh cheese and crackers. - Judy whispered, and grabbed the bottle of cognac, taking a healthy gulp.

She tried to rationalise it over the next day. That it was unlikely, far-fetched, and that they were simply biologically incompatible, but the more she thought about it, the more it made sense. And Judy would have remained in her state of deep confusion if not for the robbery.  

Four police cars surrounded the bank in the cold Tundratown, and Judy, together with Nick went inside. The two split up, trying to cover all sides of the spacious hall, and she signed at the other two teams to do the same. She threaded carefully around the pieces of broken glass from the shoot-out. She looked around, trying to see the position of her colleagues, but from her side, she couldn’t see anything without giving herself away due to the low screens separating the cubicles. With a gun ready in her paws, she was abut to lean from behind one of them, when she heard Nick’s terrified voice.

- Judy! Duck!

Without hesitation, she followed him, and next moment, her ears were filled with deafening noise of the bullet that shot the material above her head. Two more shots followed, the last from the police gun, which ended the harrowing mission.  

Though it wasn’t him who shot the robber, and he wasn’t injured, Nick was offered a blanket and a warm cup of tea just like Judy and the hostages, while the medical services worked in the aftermath of the robbery. Judy curled against Nick, smelling the raspberry tea in a plastic cup, taking one calming breath after another, counting her blessings.

- Thank you, Nick. - she spoke softly - I’m gonna mention you in the report. - I’m glad you’ll be the one writing it. - he chuckled - I wouldn’t know where to start… - “Officer Hopps was saved thanks to the keen eye of the brave Officer Wilde, who…” - Judy started mockingly, but was quickly interrupted. - Nose, not eyes. - Huh? - I smelled you. I think. - he took another sip - I just knew you were behind that screen.

For a moment, Judy didn’t hear the commotion around her, as she looked into her partner’s eyes, torn with conflicting emotions that seemed to have been on his mind for some time.

- I-I mean, I’m not sayin’ you smell bad, or anything, it’s just-

Nick corrected himself, but was promptly cut off by Judy’s lips pressed against his, tasting far more than the cheap raspberry tea on them.

With each piece of clothing torn from his body, Judy was closer and closer to the not-so-mysterious smell that was driving her crazy. Now that she knew exactly where it came from, and what it meant, she had no excuse not to utilise their day off, and kept digging, until she finally saw his red fur. Nick’s paws took a much gentler job at removing her clothes, to the point she was outraged that his much bigger claws weren’t turning her naked faster.

- Can’t-can’t you smell it? - she asked, drawing sharp breathes, as she nuzzled against his now-naked chest. - Oh, trust me, Carrots, I can…

He growled, and lifted her off the floor, just to throw her onto her bed, before he dived between her legs, and her small apartment was filled with a carnal, hungry scream. Though she would love the feeling of Nick’s tongue on her pussy, she wanted to smell him once more, and she desperately dragged him up, just so the musk from his chest can fill up her nostrils, and make her body shiver from the enticing, mind-bending aroma.

- Careful, fluff, or you’re gonna take me all of at once. - I wouldn’t mind that.

She looked up at him, saw the confused look on his face that turned into a wide grin as she moved down, trailing his chest with kisses, until her face was at the level of his boxers, and his raging erection. The moment she pulled them down, an aggressive, but captivating smell hit her, but it couldn’t even compare to what happened when she took him in her mouth. The salty, tangy, wild smell now combined with his potent taste exploded inside her, overfilling her senses with every version of the sensations she kept experiencing for the past months. And just when she was ready to bob her head up and down, she felt Nick’s paws on her shoulder and thighs, and she protested when he pulled her from him.

- H-Hey! - she let out a cry of desperation, that quickly turned into a moan of satisfaction when she realised Nick was turning her around. - Sorry, Carrots, but I have a flavour I’ve been dying to taste as well.

Though she couldn’t see his face now, the feeling of his long tongue against her pussy made it up for it, and she let him know about it with another moan that reverberated against his soft skin of his cock, as she took him deeper down her throat. With her lust-driven mind, she didn’t care that this differed radically from what her first time could look like, or that she acted like a nymphomaniac floozy; she only knew she had to smell him again.

And she received far more than she bargained for, when after a few minutes of her tongue-work, Nick cried her name against her overflowing sex, and her mouth was filled with a hefty, thick stream of the most delicious and erotic drink Judy could have imagined, and as if her life depended on it, she made sure that not a single drop of it would escape her lips. She gulped it down, her body shivering with each rope of cum that got into her belly, and only when she drained Nick of his first orgasm, she let a cry herself, giving Nick chance to taste the smell he was craving as well. His tongue lapped against her pussy, diving inside for more and more, and the spasming walls of her sex kept gladly producing more for the thirsty fox that revelled in the aroma his nose was pressed against it.

This time, despite her quivering thighs, Judy turned herself around, and their lips met again, exchanging the wide palette of sweet, salty, bitter and sour tastes they produced for each other. And then they parted, Judy spoke her mind.

- Mark me as yours, fox.

She dreamt nothing more of smelling him on her, not just tonight, but the rest of her life, and with a grin on his face, Nick toppled her to her back and gladly began fulfilling her wish. Time after time, Nick claimed her as his, and though he was hesitant a few times, Judy encouraged him, with a few strong words, or a strong kick of her legs closed behind his back, to paint both her insides and her fur with his spunk. The warm air of her room only helped their scents mix, and by the time they fell asleep, neither of them could differentiate theirs, and the two fell asleep, light-headed from abundance of the new aroma they’ve spent hours producing.

When Judy woke up, the memories of last night began filling her memories, causing her whole body to shudder, as the pleasant muscle pain reminded her of the many climaxes she lived through. She took a deep breath, realising it was once again, the smell that brought her from the land of dreams. She looked to the side, hoping to find her mate, but met only an empty dent in the messy bedsheets. She turned around, and her worries were gone, when she saw him just in his boxers, leaning against the doorway to her kitchen.

Apparently, mating smelled like morning coffee now.

[weloveaskamsister]

Incantava Fanfic (sometime after their 1st kiss)

“Not to brag, but I’m gonna whip all your asses!” exclaimed Eva as each of the five girls collected their golf clubs from the counter.

San playfully pushed past the others. “It’s cute how confident you are. We all know you’ll be crying later.”

“Okay, okay, okay. Settle down ladies. Let’s actually play maybe?” Fede interjected.

They rounded the corner, heading for the start of the mini-golf course. All of a sudden Silvia squealed and then quickly lowered her voice to a whisper: “The Villa Boys! Omg what are the odds!”

Ele screamed internally, yes what were the odds indeed. Of all the places across the city to hang out on a Friday night, they were here. Did they not party religiously Friday through Sunday?

Five of the Villa Boys were crowded around the first hole, appearing to argue over whether Chicco had cheated already. “You’re all just jealous shits!” he defended himself. “Fine!” Rocco shouted. “We’ll let you have this one. But no more monkey business.” He wagged a finger at his friend and proceeded to write down their scores on the score card.

Sana coughed obnoxiously. As one, the boys looked up at them. “Sorry to interrupt, but eh we too would like to play … today that is.”

Federico bit his lip in an attempt not to laugh.

Edo’s eyes had focused on Ele the moment he looked up and hadn’t left her. Once she allowed her eyes to meet his, the biggest smile broke out on his face, which in turn made her smile. However, Federico’s words zapped her back to reality: “Sorry girls.” He then sidled up to Eva, casually throwing his arm over her shoulders. “We’re off to a slow start as you can see. But, I have an idea. Let’s join forces, ay? Five teams each made up of a boy and a girl. It’ll be fun!”

That sounded like bundles of fun. Yes lovely idea, Ele thought. Maybe if her and Edo weren’t still a big, fat secret. “Uhhhh I don’t know. We kind of –“

“Yes! That’s a brilliant idea. Me and Fede are a team!” Eva’s words rushed out and Fede grinned down at her.

Alrighty then. Ele raised her eyebrows at Edo, hoping her expression translated as “What the fuck?” He just shrugged. She then looked over towards Silvia who looked totally on board, starting to make a beeline for Edoardo. But before she could, Chicco intervened. “You and me Silvia!” he shouted.

Her eyes widened, “I was actually thinking-“

“Are you kidding? I’m so good. We’ll make a great team”, Chicco added. All the boys shouted their approval.

After a few seconds Silvia shrugged and accepted her fate. Ele just about made out Chicco’s wink at Edo. She was aware Edoardo’s friends knew about the two of them, so their scheming to make sure he and her would be together wasn’t all that surprising. This was further proven when Rocco are Nathan quickly claimed Fede and Sana as their respective team mates.

“Okay” Federico clapped his hands together. “Guess that leaves Edo and Eleonora together”, he said nonchalantly. “Let’s get this show on the road, shall we?”

Eleonora and Edoardo were the last pair to complete the first hole, creating a fair bit of distance between them and the others. Edo waltzed over to her. “Well this worked out nicely, huh?”

She pushed him. “You said you guys were having a barbeque tonight?”

“That was the plan. But they wanted to go out somewhere instead, and Rocco had a gift voucher for this place. Honestly, I didn’t think you and your friends would be here.” He laughed.

She tried to keep her face serious, but failed miserably as a smile broke free. “It was a last minute decision.”

He rubbed his chin as if in deep thought. “You know Ele, I think it was meant to be. God works in mysterious ways and this is his way of letting us hang out with all our friends as a ‘couple’ until you’re ready to tell the girls.”

She looked up at him for a moment and then poked his side with her golf club. “Just take your shot already.”

“Yes ma’am.”

The various pairs got separated as the night went on, to the point where Eleonora and Edoardo lost sight of the others.

Edo was in the lead as they got to the twelfth hole, but Ele was treading close behind him. She got ready to swing when she caught Edo’s eye. “What?” she asked irritated. He chuckled under his breath, “Nothing, it’s just your form … it’s all off.” She stood up straight, digging her club into the ground. “It’s mini-golf, I’m not trying to be a professional here. It’s just a bit of fun.”

“I know. I just thought of all people you’d be a bit more competitive.”

“I am competitive. And you’d wanna relax, it’s not like you’re doing that much better” she retorted.

“Okaaaay. All I’m saying is I can help you be better.”

“How?”

He smacked his lips together as he smiled and strolled behind her, starting to position her body in the right way.

She burst out laughing and turned around to face him. “Woah, you really are the biggest cliché.”

He opened his mouth to reply but nothing came out. His eyes searched hers, before tracking every inch of her face, settling on her red lips. Ele’s breath caught in her throat as Edo threaded his fingers through hers, pulling her behind the giant windmill that was part of the course.

His lips crashed down on hers as he gently pushed her back against it. Her hands were on the move, starting on his chest and quickly moving to run through his curls. He pulled her as close as he could, and even that wasn’t enough, could never be enough.

They both lost any sense of place or time, until a golf ball suddenly hit Edo in the head. “Ouch, what the hell?” he huffed, his hand clutching his head. Ele’s hand went to her mouth, “Oh my God are you okay?” A young boy ran past them picking up his lost ball. “Sorry, my bad.” He said softly as he ran away. Ele lost it then in a fit of giggles and her response made Edo laugh heartily.

He was about to bring her lips back to his, when his phone bleeped. It was a text from Fede:

“We’re all finished. You two lovebirds might wanna hurry along now.”

Edo showed the text to Ele just as her phone rang. She put up her finger, indicating one second, and he planted a soft kiss against it, causing her to blush.

“Eva?”

“Hey Ele! Are you guys nearly done? We were all thinking of heading to get some food.”

“Sorry. We just finished and are walking over to you all now.”

“Was it painful?” Edoardo heard her question and tried not to laugh.

“Quite. We fought over who was winning the whole time.”

“Hahaha. What an ass. See you in a sec.”

“Bye.” Ele ended the call.

Edoardo pulled her to his side as they made their way to the end of the course. “We’ll say you won” he decided as he kissed the top of her head. “Maybe that’ll make up for how painful this whole experience was for you.”

[dtftomholland]

Off Limits

Hope you guys like it! I’m pretty happy with how it came out!

Pairing: Tom Holland x reader

Request: what if like your jacob batalon's lil sis and your casted for the new spider-man movie and when tom sees you hes like woah and jacob hears and is like "nuh-uh shes off limits" and then the reader and tom start like secretly dating but he blurts it out in an interview or something and j is pissed but then a literal ball of sunshine and so supportive

My masterlist

Warnings: none really, just some kissing, cute fluff

The first day Tom had seen you, you literally took his breath away. It had been while they had been filming ‘Spider-Man: Homecoming’. You had trailed in behind Jacob, your older brother, at first he hadn’t seen you, immediately going to hug his close friends Jacob. Once he pulled out of the hug his eyes landed on you, his breath hitched in his throat as he looked you up and down, you had giggled when J had punched his arm, hard yet playfully, breaking him from his trance.

“Nuh-uh, she’s off limits dude.” He glared at Tom as he brought you to meet his other cast members.

The next time you had met was at the premier of the film, he couldn’t help but steal quick glimpses of you, you had worn a dress with a very low-cut back and by the end of the night his glances had become longer, his eyes trailing down your body. Somehow it hadn’t made you uncomfortable, which was unusual, you normal hated guys oogling at you but Tom seemed to do it in a respectful way making your cheeks feel hot and causing you to bashfully look down at your feet.

After that you hadn’t seen Tom in just over a year. You couldn’t lie, you most certainly found him attractive and undeniably alluring, but he was a couple years older than you, and Jacob was a very protective older brother, although it could get a little annoying you loved him and knew he only did what he thought best for you. But it was just that, a celebrity crush and nothing more.

It was when you were cast for ‘Spider-Man: Far From Home’, as a minion of the main villain played by Jack Gyllenhaal, that your little crush had started growing into full blown feelings for the handsome brit. When Tom had heard you had been cast for the role and got it he was over the moon, he couldn’t wait to see you again, as much as he valued his friendship with Jacob he felt a magnetic attraction to you. He’d only treat you with respect and Jacob knew that but it didn’t stop him from disliking the fact that his close friend was staring longingly at little sister.

Neither of you had acted out on your feelings, both too stubborn and blind to believe the other reciprocated those same feelings. It was when Jacob was one with his scenes and left a couple of months before you had to that you started getting a little closer to Tom. You started hanging out his trailer more, eventually leaving just the two of you alone for a number of hours. You were never bored around him, you talked endlessly about anything and everything, he was so easy to be around, making you laugh and giggle all day long. You two had become so comfortable around each other, Tom was very touchy and handsy, yet always respectful and your heart fluttered every second of the day you were around him and the rest were spent thinking about him, his touch, his lips, how he could make you feel with a single glance. 

The first time you kissed it had been an accident, you had leaned in for a hug, both of you had tilted to the same side, causing your lips to collide as you stared at each other, eyes wide open bearing into your souls. Both of you were frozen for a full minute, when you blinked it seamed both of you broke from the spell you were under, suddenly ripping away from each other. Your eyes glued to the floor, cheeks and neck unbearably hot as you refused to meet his gaze, as did he.

“I-uh-I-”

“I’m-uh” You interrupted each other, both of you stuttering over your words.

“You first.” He offered, giving you a small smile. You were about to apologise and blame it on your usual clumsiness when you changed your mind. You stepped right in front of him, grabbing you collar of his t-shirt and bringing his lips down to yours. They clashed furiously, the kiss quickly getting heated, sloppy as your teeth and tongues bumped into each other. His hands quickly went to your waist, pulling you in closer as your fingers moved up to thread through his chocolate brown locks. You hummed before pulling away, both of you breathless as you panted trying to regain your composure.

“That was something.” Tom beat you to it.

“Yeah.” You agreed.

“So, I’ll pick you up tomorrow at 7 yeah? From your room.” you looked at him quizzically, causing him to panic, maybe he read your reaction wrong? He quickly spat out;

“Unless you don’t want to go on a date, I’m sorry. Was it a one time thing? Sorry.” You let out a breath you didn’t know you were holding, god, how were you so stupid?

“Yes!” You shouted enthusiastically before shyly lowering your tone in embarrassment, “I’d love to go on a date with you.”

He chuckled, relieved you felt the same way.

It had been 6 months you had miraculously kept your relationship with Tom a secret, even from your brother, which surprised you, with Tom’s big mouth it was amazing he hadn’t let anything slip.

You were in an interview with Tom and Jacob, the main star sitting inbetween the two siblings as you chatted casually with the interviewer. It was when they got to the questions about your character and you personally that Tom got ahead of himself.

“So how’s it been working with y/n?” the interviewer asked.

“She’s a pain,” Jacob teased, “Always stealing my thunder.”

“Nah man, you're just jealous.” Tom bantered back.

“You’re just in love with her.” J mocked his friend.

“Damn right I am.” Tom let out smoothly, giving you a loving look, until he realised what he had just said. His head whipped back to face Jacob, his eyes wide, a little scared for his reaction. Jacob punched Tom’s arm before shouting;

“That’s my sister you dickhead.”

“Sorry mate!” Tom apologised holding his arm tightly. Jacob just rolled his eyes before grinning and warning;

“You better treat her right Holland.”

“Oh I will, I promise.” He turned to smile at you, holding your hand closest to him he brought it up to his lips to kiss your knuckles. 

“You two are going to be sickly sweet, I can already tell.” Your brother groaned but smiled at you, you grinned back, knowing he approved of your relationship.

[khellamendrawrites]

To the Moon and Back

Kolivan learns about an Earth holiday for couples. After so much time apart, he wants to show his mate how much he is cherished.

Pairing: Kolivan x Keith

“So how's the game plan coming along? Got everything you need?” Blue eyes stayed glued in the red paper. A tongue poked out as the scissors cut through it. With one final snip, the excess fell away and he held up the paper heart in triumph. Kolivan didn’t look up from the report but a head tilted at the question.

The red paladin had been destroying colored paper every since he came into the break room. His companion had been here even before Kolivan. The smell of something sweet had been filling the small room recently. Utensils against bowls made for an acceptable level of background noise.

“It's great! I've already got all the ingredient for dinner tomorrow. Thanks to you of course. Can't forget the candy and I am totally doing breakfast in bed. Put together the playlist too. Really set the mood if you know what I mean. I was originally thinking candles but after the last time, I think I'll find an alternative.” Lance said, putting the heart on the table with the other red, pink, and white ones scattered before him.

Hunk nodded along, pulling on oven mitts right as the timer went off. “Pretty sure that smell will never go away. What about string lights? You won't be able to set them on fire. Then again, you should keep an extinguisher nearby. Just in case.” Kolivan quirked a brow at that, waiting for one of them to go into more detail.

“Don't worry we have one ready at all times. Oh plus Mrs. Holt hooked me up with some beautiful roses.” Brows furrowed as the conversation moved forward and he resigned himself back to the report. Idly he typed notes for the next meeting and made a note to ask Keith if he knew about this incident.

“Just need to get all the hearts to decorate our room and it'll be perfect!” Pausing, the Galran leader looked up.

“You decorate your quarters with...hearts?” Two pairs of eyes focused on him as he frowned. “Is this a common practice among humans?” Picking up his pencil, Lance started tracing out another one.

“Kind of? I mean you give hearts to the one you love as a symbol of that love. You can do it whenever but it’s Valentine’s Day tomorrow.” The scratch of the pencil stop and he looked up again. “Which is an Earth holiday for couples.” He added. “Everyone gets super romantic and does all these things for the person they like. It’s basically just a big excuse to spoil your significant other. You know, more than usual.”

Claws tapped unevenly on the arm of the chair. “Keith has never mentioned this holiday before.”

Lance snorted. “What a shock. Keith’s not exactly an affectionate guy.”

“At least not openly.” Hunk corrected. Shrugging, Lance went back to work. “He’s come a long way but Keith’s still a private person.”

The Galran exhaled deeply and sat back in the chair. He knew very well how Keith could be. After all this time he still kept a lot to himself, struggling to accept compliments and affection. Kolivan always said what he meant without hesitation or concern. Paladin or not, Keith was still a Blade and he kept everything close to his chest. It made those rare soft moments something Kolivan cherished. After three long deca-phoebs and their final battle getting closer, the decision was simple.

“Tell me of these traditions.”

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His first stop brought him outside a familiar office. Lance and Hunk had been full of helpful and confusing ideas. The important ones listed on his tablet, full of notes and questions that needed answers. For this task, he needed someone that knew Keith the best.

Stepping into the office, he put his arms behind his back. His presence startled Shiro and he held up a hand as the man started to rise. “I’ve come to discuss a more, personal matter.”

“Is everything alright with Keith?” A mouth twitched.

“Yes, everything is fine. Yet, this does involve him. I’ve been informed of a certain holiday that is taking place tomorrow. Are you familiar with it?”

A smile formed on Shiro’s face. “I am. So I’m guessing you want advice. Where should I even start?” Pulling out his tablet, claws moved over the screen.

“I was doing some research on my way over. Most of this I can handle either on my own or with someone else. The one thing that does still allude me is human diets. More so on the topic of food that is sweet. The yellow paladin was of immense help with the meal aspect. The red paladin suggested something called candy. The results are more numerous than expected.”

Lacing fingers together, Shiro thought about it. “The important thing is to avoid chocolate for sure. We learned the hard way that he’s allergic to it. Beyond that keep it simple. He doesn’t eat a lot of sweets but it’s okay to indulge now and then. Here.” Opening a drawer, he pulled out a bag and tossed it on the desk. Picking it up, Kolivan could see tiny colored candies inside. Pulling it closer to his face, it took a moment to realize each one had a word or phrase on it. “They’re Sweethearts. Each one has an endearing message on it. They only come out during this time of the year too. They’re not the best tasting candy but they are fun and cute.”

“Thank you, Shiro. I believe these will be sufficient for my purpose. Now I must find the green paladin as soon as possible. One of my tasks will be taking me away from this base.” Putting the bag away, he put a line through another task.

“Thank you.” Pausing at the door, Kolivan stared at the grooves etched into the metal door.

“There is no reason to thank me.”

Leaving, he headed down the hall and out the doors into the fresh air. The sun had come back out but the air still had a slight chill to it. The few that are outside wear more layers than he felt were necessary. Keith found every reason possible to not have to step foot outside. When he did it was a never-ending stream of complaints. He would grumble when Kolivan put a large arm around him but it was better than being cold.

This time his footsteps were the only ones trekking through the white powder that had yet to melt. He made sure to shake them off before stepping into the warmth of the building. Moving into the hallway, Kolivan waited for the system to confirm he was properly decontaminated.. He could see Pidge, busy scanning a group of flowers. It wasn’t until the white bot at her side beeped that she looked up, stepping back quickly.. “Woah! Kolivan you- I’m surprised to see you here,” she said, smoothing the jacket out.

“I apologize, this won’t take long. I need flowers, for Keith.” He clarified.

She blinked. “For Keith?”

“Yes for Valentine’s Day.” He pronounced the name slowly, unfamiliar with the word.

“That is happening tomorrow, isn’t it? I completely forgot. Not that I have anyone to celebrate with. Which is totally fine. I like my tradition of sitting around and eating candy while watching horror movies. I’ll be more than happy to help you though. Guess you’ll want roses then?”

Shaking his head, he showed her his tablet. “No, I am looking for these.”  Beezer and Pidge both leaned in to look at the picture.

“Violets huh? I can find you some but it might take a little bit to track them down. You really did do your research huh?”

Kolivan nodded. “Yes and that is fine. I have to leave soon but I should be back by tomorrow morning. I can get them then.” Pidge was already typing.

“Sounds good. Just shoot me a message and I’ll bring them to you. Keith’ll love them. I wish I could see his face when you give them to him.”

“If you would like, I can tell you about it later.”

Adjusting glasses, Pidge grinned. Keith would blab everything to Shiro for sure but Shiro would never share the details. At least this way she would have something to tell the others. “Sounds good. Leave it to me!”

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With another task off the list, he made the trek back to his quarters. Keith was currently curled up to Kosmo, a blanket wrapped around him as eyes swept over the screen. Their bed had far more blankets that the leader of the Blades felt was necessary. Even so, Keith found a way to use every single one. Kolivan could see a steaming mug snug between bare feet. “The room is not that cold.” A soft hmph was the only response, his smaller companion more interested in the book he was reading.

Grabbing a small bag, he wouldn’t need to bring much with him. Not for the short amount of time he would be gone. Regardless, he mentally went over everything he needed. This was the most trying task. Since it was the ultimate symbol of love, he could see why. Muttering to himself, he could feel eyes staring at him. “Are you going somewhere?”

Putting the last of it in the bag, he picked it up. “Yes.” The silence stretched again but Kolivan knew better. “Is that a problem?”

“No.” The answer was instant before another pause. “I just...have more free time off tomorrow.”

“I should be back by tomorrow morning. We can spend the remainder of it together if you would like.” He could hear Keith fidgeting on the bed.

“If you want.”

Kolivan walked towards the bed as purple watched him warily. Reaching out, he carefully threaded claws through raven hair. Slipping down to smooth skin, a thumb ran over the scar. Tilting a head up, purple met yellow. “I do.” The soft red of cheeks never ceased to be endearing along with the way eyes would avoid his when Keith got like this.

“Then-” hesitating, eyes met again for a split second before Keith lost his nerve. “Be careful.” Nodding, Kolivan let go only to press a kiss to Keith’s forehead.

“I will always come back to you.”

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Staring at the clock for the millionth time, Keith resumed his pacing. He had intentionally cleared today to spend it with Kolivan. The larger Galra didn’t know about what today meant and that was okay. It wasn’t going to stop him from using today as an excuse to try and express his feelings. It was something he was terrible at, they all knew that. The best he could do was a gift he had carved himself and to try and actually put into words how he felt. Hopefully, it didn’t go bad. Keith had never heard Kolivan laugh so at least he didn’t have to worry about that reaction.

Kolivan had said he would be back by tomorrow morning. When noon came and went Keith, started to get worried. Kolivan could have been captured again. What if he was injured? How would Keith even know? Biting a bottom lip, he cursed under his breath as his pace increased.

Should he go out there? Take the black lion and see if he could find any clues? Why hadn’t he thought to ask Kolivan where he was going? Someone had to know but who he wasn’t certain. Too much had changed in the time he was gone.

The sound of the door went unnoticed as he made another rotation, bumping into something very solid. Stepping back, a hand reached for his blade but a much larger one caught his arm. Looking upward, Keith let out a breath he didn’t realize he had been holding. “You are such a jerk! You said tomorrow morning!” He shouldn’t have been yelling but after all the obsessive worrying, he had too many emotions pent up. The hand let go and wrapped around shoulders this time, bringing him against a hard body. Soft rumbling purrs vibrated against his small frame as the hand soothed over his back. “I thought maybe-”

“It’s alright. No matter how far we are apart-”

“-, we’ll always find a way back to each other.” Keith finished, stepping back. “So? What was so important that you had to make me worry so much?”

A rare smile crossed Kolivan’s lips as he led Keith to the bed. “There were a few things I needed, in order to celebrate a certain holiday with you.”

“How did you-?”

“Your friends were talking about it yesterday. I don’t need to ask why you didn’t tell me, I know how you are. Even when you want something, you’ll rarely express it. Much like wanting to spend the day with me.” He pointed out as Keith stared at his lap. “Regardless, you and I are bonded. I could do better in showing that.”

Keith shook his head. “I’m not exactly any better but you know you don’t have to do anything. I know how you feel and that’s enough.”

“Perhaps but confirmations are enjoyable aren’t they?” A small nod was enough and he smiled again. “Good because I have several for you.” Opening the pack he pulled out the candy.

“Sweethearts?”

Kolivan nodded. “Yes, they have messages. Most of them do, I noticed that some seemed blank for some reason. Shiro suggested them since you cannot have chocolate. I was able to find some of this chocolate and scanned it. The main ingredient is very dangerous to Galrans. Since you do have Galran blood, it makes sense that it affected you as well. Although to a lesser degree. Regardless, I have made sure the others are aware so they don’t accidentally consume it.”

“I can’t believe I’m allergic because I’m part Galra. That’s so weird and a little unfair.” Shaking the bag, he smiled. “Thanks, these are cute.”

“That is not all.” Taking Keith’s hand, Kolivan pulled the other man to his feet. “The rest of it is elsewhere. It is part of what took so long in me returning to you. Leading Keith from the room, they stopped across the hallway. As far as he knew the room had been empty for quite a while. When Kolivan opened the door, he could see that it wasn’t any longer. The room itself was lit with various lights that sparkled as if the room was filled with violet stars. Various purple flowers sat along the walls and the prettiest display was in the center of a table.

Keith had been so distracted by the aesthetic that he almost missed the smell of food. An impressive meal sat steaming on the table. His stomach growled at the sight, mouthwatering. “I can’t believe you did all this, for me. All I have for you is a stupid figurine I made.” He said, guilt starting to eat at him.

“You made me something?” Digging into his pocket, Keith brought out the palm-sized carving in the shape of a shield. An ornate lion carved into the center with a blade underneath.

“It’s nothing amazing, just something I made that made me think of us.”

A large hand took the carving, bringing it up so Kolivan could look at it better. “This is beautiful. The craftsmanship and detail are impressive. You should be proud of it. I will carry this with me at all times. If we must be apart, I will use it to remind me of what I must get back to.” Keith was grateful for the somewhat low light, hoping it hid the blush that was overtaking his face.

“I’m glad you like it.” Lead to the table, they sat down.

“I genuinely do Keith. Thank you. Now, I have one last thing for you.” Pulling out a large cylindrical container, it held the most beautiful crystal Keith had ever seen. It was an oval shape the size of his own fist. Deep purple glowed softly and gave off little stars that disappeared only to be remade. It took his breath away to look at.

“What is it?” He asked, tone hushed. Keith couldn’t take his eyes off of it.

“I was told that humans gave each other hearts to celebrate their love. So that is what I have given you. This is the heart of a Golle. They are large creatures made of rock and precious gems. Every deca-phoeb around this time, they become a problem for the people of Lumina. I thought it would be the perfect opportunity to obtain a heart for you. Especially since human hearts are rather...ugly.” Kolivan looked at the wide-eyed look on Keith’s face. “Did I say something wrong?”

“You fought a creature and brought me it’s heart?”

Kolivan frowned. “Yes. I’m not sure how the others do it but this was the most effective method that I am aware of.” Keith opened his mouth before closing it again. He knew he should tell Kolivan what it actually meant to give someone a heart.

Looking at the container, he decided against it. Knowing his other half- no his mate had fought some creature and brought him the heart was strangely romantic.

“No, not at all. I’m just impressed and a bit in awe to be honest. It’s beautiful. Thank you.” Keith said. “Please tell me this is everything, I don’t know if I can take you being anymore thoughtful.”

“There is one more thing.” Taking out his tablet, it only took a moment for Keith to get a message. “While I was traveling, I wrote this for you.” Looking at the odd symbols, they were familiar.

“Is this in Galran? It’s a sweet gesture but I can’t read this.” It was then that Keith heard a sound he never had before. A low rumble that turned into a more noticeable chuckle. The unmistakable sound of Kolivan laughing. It was a beautiful sound and Keith’s heart beat a little faster.

“I could use it as an incentive to learn but I will not be that cruel. Would you like me to read it to you over our meal?” Keith laughed at himself along with the joke.

“I would love nothing more.”

[my-5sos-babes]

TDMAR || Part 6

Summary: Luke is feelin' and reelin'. Ashton is gorgeous, per usual. Mike and Cal fight a bit.

Word Count: 3260

Triggers: swearing, band(?)

Publish Date: 9/21/18

a/n: trying something a bit new this chapter bc i'm not digging the first person anymore. also sorry for changing the tense in the last two updates?? i totally didn't notice that, i'm v sorry. p.s., I listened to some coffeehouse playlist while writing this chapter, so i'm guessing a lot of the tones in my writing came from that lmao, i'll try to make this story less trash. ALSO, if y'all would like, I can change the whole thing to third person, if it makes the story more cohesive. just lemme know. p.p.s., I saw 5sos the other day, pls talk w me about it <3

He sighed heavily, unable to repress it.

“Good, mate?” Calum asked.

Luke glanced up from his phone. “Oh, no, yeah. Just thinking about my anatomy notes for tonight,” he lied. “Lots of bones.”

Cal, unable to catch on, continued the conversation. “Ugh. Why would you take anatomy and physiology? It’s such a terrible class. Notes every night, tests every week? I couldn’t fathom having that much work every day.”

“Yeah, I can’t fathom that you know the word ‘fathom’,” Michael quipped. Quickly the conversation devolved into some squabble after Calum shoved Michael rather aggressively. Luke, while amused by the fight--and having no intentions to stop it--got caught up in his own headspace.

That seemed to be the norm these past few weeks. He wasn’t sure if anyone actually bothered to notice, but he hadn’t been talkative. Luke had been trying to look better, though, and that was something that people noticed.

He decided that he was tired of the emo-grunge look, one day. Almost out of nowhere. Well, not nowhere. He had some inspiration (from the kid who made his heart beat out of rhythm). 

To Luke, Ashton always looks so comfortable in his clothes: button down shirts with loud patterns, suave shoes of varying styles, and an occasional necklace or two. Luke, feeling partially intimidated--and partially turned on--realized that he would have to start putting more effort into his look if he wanted to make an impression. He wasn’t sure how, yet he knew he was going to do it.

With the help of his mother in the purging of his closet, Luke bought nicer clothes, better shoes, and even some accessories. The trip to the store had been interesting enough with the outfits, but when they passed the jewelry section, things got a little awkward.

“Luke? Where’d you go, honey?”

“Over here.”

“In the… accessories aisle?”

“Uh, yeah.”

“... Okay.”

That weekend, he spent time preplanning outfits and coordinating his jewelry so nothing clashed. He felt strangely proud of his work, as he looked at the clothing strewn about his room. He even threw on a few ‘fits and checked himself out in the mirror, admiring the way they fit his body. Luke had never really had such fitting clothing before and was--while apprehensive--unable to keep himself from thinking, Hot damn.

The day he showed up to school in new clothes, though, that pride plummeted. Everyone who knew him stared at him, everyone who didn’t was staring as well.

Oh, Jesus, I’m an idiot. Who the fuck would come to school looking like they just came off a knock-off Gucci mannequin.

Michael and Calum were perplexed at this sudden change in image more than anyone else.

“Woah, dude. What’re you wearing?”

Luke tugged at his sleeve, his confidence falling straight through the floor. “New clothes. Went shopping with my mum on Friday. She insisted.” He added on the last part as an afterthought, as if that would sway his friends shock. It helped a little. He was relieved when they bought his bluff.

   “Finally got tired of your rebellion, huh?” Calum queried good-naturedly.

“Sure. Something like that.”

Michael scoffed, “A true punk wouldn’t have let the rebellion fade.” He smirked afterwards.

Luke chuckled. “Guess I’m not a true punk-rocker anymore.”

At first, he found himself pulling his collar up his neck, like he couldn’t cover up enough skin. It wasn’t until someone complimented him during first period that he felt validated again. Gradually, kids every so often would approach him and say something like, “Nice boots!” and “Lookin’ good, Hemmings”; yet, it wasn’t until he saw Ashton for the first time that day that he felt most insecure.

“Luke?”

“Oh, hey, Ash,” Luke said, trying his best to be nonchalant.

“You’re lookin’... different.”

“Well…” He tried to not let the older boy’s word choice bother him. “I mean, felt like a change. Got some inspiration.” The younger boy nudged the other in the ribs.

   “Ah!” Ashton replied. A furrow appeared in his brow, his gaze lingering over the new threads adorning Luke’s skinny frame.

If Luke didn’t know any better, he’d say Ash was checking him out. Of course, that wasn’t true. Ashton’s the kind of guy that just does stuff like that. He probably thinks it’s weird. I’m weird for liking his style.

Luke mentally chastised himself. If he feels weird about it, he’s covering it up really well. Christ. Just don’t say anything stupid.

The two surprisingly didn’t speak for just a moment. Luke was astonished by this.

Ashton spoke first. “You did a decent job, Hemmings. Not bad at all… Although,” He circles around the other boy, a hand to his chin, “I think I would’ve chosen a wider pant leg. Skinny jeans just feel too tight for the shirt you have on--in my opinion, at least.

“As for your jewelry… I like the watch, it’s classy. I would’ve taken out the lip ring, though.”

Luke unconsciously reached for his face, wondering what the hell to say to that. Ash saw this immediately.

“Wait, oh, God--sorry. I just gave you a fucking review like I’m Miranda Priestley or some shit, didn’t I?” The older boy chuckled. “Wow… Jesus, I’m sorry if I made you self-conscious. You do not have to listen to me, just--just ignore what I said.”

The younger boy quickly shoved aside Ashton’s comments. “No, dude! That was awesome. I’ll take notes next time, seriously. That’ll help me so much. But you like it?”

That totally didn’t sound needy, dipshit.

Ashton nodded vigorously. “Yeah, definitely! You are stylin’!” He glanced at his phone, then. “Oh, shit. Better get to class. See you later!” He hurried down the hall. “Stylin’!” He reiterated, already far enough away to shout.

Luke called after Ash. “Aces!”

Luke. Who the fuck says ‘aces’?

Band rehearsal nearly every night meant that Luke couldn’t wear his new (lowkey restrictive) clothes in the afternoon. As soon as he got home, he changed out of whatever button down and jeans he wore that day and swapped them out for shorts, t-shirts and sandshoes. He couldn’t complain, however. He’d rather be comfortable at rehearsal anyways, with how demanding the show was this season.

Tonight was quite a rough run-through. The band director hadn’t been satisfied with the formations or the sound quality; to Luke, Watkins was downright scary.

Everyone else in the band could tell that rehearsal wasn’t going well. Something was just putting them off, but no one knew what.

Calum, who was up on the podium, grew more irritated by the second. Of course, Luke wasn’t able to pay much attention to that since he was busy running across a turf field with a six foot pole in his hands, which was adorned with several square feet of silk, all while dodging disgruntled clarinetists and trombonists. Whether he was fortunate or not, he only caught glimpses of Cal’s stiff arm movements and stern face.

The band dragged on miserably for the next hour. Luckily, when it finally came to a close, Watkins didn’t even bother with a speech; their band director sighed disappointedly and let the kids go. Luke, quite ashamed of himself, began wrapping up his silk while walking off the field. He was so lost in his thoughts that he didn’t see Ashton pop up at his side.

“Yikes. Tonight was bad,” Ashton put plainly.

Luke snorted. “Tell me about it.”

They walked together for minute, stewing in their misery. Then, “Think I need to take my mind off it. Blow off some steam or something.”

“Me too,” the younger boy exhaled.

They continued a little longer, both simmering with dissatisfaction and something indescribable that always comes after a bad rehearsal.

“Would you wanna--” Ashton adjusted his harness, fingers twisting at the screws,“--would you wanna go get some pizza? Just veg out and stuff?”

Luke considered it, not expecting a request such as that. “Uh… yeah! Sure.” He smiled wide, looking at Ash. Suddenly he stopped both of them in their tracks. “Wait, is it cool if I invite Calum and Michael?”

Ashton remained quiet for a moment. Luke, of course, took this the wrong way. Before he could let a word out, though, the older boy spoke.

“Of course, mate! Yeah, no sorry--bit of a mental lapse. Yeah, no, that’s cool.”

“Sick, be right back!”

   Luke ran towards his friends, both way back on the practice field, doing drum major duties of some kind. By the time he made reasonable distance, he changed his pace back to walking. Luke, pathetically, was winded by that short run, and he strained to control his breathing. When he could hear more than the rush of blood in his ears, he heard Michael and Calum’s voices. They were arguing rather intently.

   “... just, Mikey, c’mon, we’ve been over this. It’s not very likely that it’ll happen.”

   Michael, ever the dramatist, fired right on back. “Okay, Cal. Whatever you say. I still think it’d be a good idea! I don’t get why you’re so closed-minded about it.”

Luke hung back, not sure if he should be hearing this.

To that, Calum only sighed and shook his head. “The answer is ‘no’, Michael. It will always be ‘no’.”

Luke could feel the fire fueling between his friends. Unconsciously, he knew that there needed to be a metaphorical fire extinguisher, and quickly. So, he happily threw himself into the fray.

“Hey, guys!”

He got a few disgruntled sounds from Michael (unsurprisingly), but Calum gave a more mature response.

“Hey, Luke… Have you been there long?”

   Luke shook his head vehemently. “No! Just, uh, just rolled on up. Wanted to talk, you know?”

   Calum eyed him suspiciously, but soon enough, let his suspicions go. “... M’kay. What did you wanna talk about?”

   “Oh, uh.” Luke had to remember why he came over here in the first place. “Well, uh, Ashton wanted to hang out and get some pizza… Care to join?... Both of you?”

   Calum and Michael, with very tense movements, glanced at each other and abruptly looked away.

   Michael spoke flatly. “Not tonight, mate. Got some games I planned on beating and shit.” With that, the crazy-haired boy left, slapping Luke on the shoulder as he went.

Calum, a frown dancing on his lips, attempted a friendly smile. It was half-hearted at best. “Thanks, bud, but me neither. Homework... I appreciate the offer.” He walked past Luke with his mace and some stray band equipment bundled up in his arms. “Have fun tonight.”

Jarred by his best friends’ transgression, Luke slouched his way to the band room, trying to wrap his head around what just happened. As he expected, the band had already cleared out, the drum majors lingering in Watkins’ closed office for some official business. What he didn’t expect was Ashton Irwin, sitting in the corner of the room, waiting. He couldn’t help the words as the tumbled out of his mouth.

“Ash, you’re still here?”

The older boy abruptly looked towards the Luke. “I was waiting for you, dude. Pizza? Remember?”

“... Right, I just didn’t think you’d wait.”

“Why wouldn’t I?”

Pause.

“So what’s the verdict?”

“On…?”

“Calum and Michael. They coming?”

“Oh!” Luke shook his head. “No, they, uh. I think they have stuff going on.” He checked back over at Watkins’ office, where Calum had emerged. “Or something like that.”

“Alright, cool. Let’s get going.” Ashton twirled his keys around his fingers. “I’ll drive.”

“You sure? We can go separately if that’s easier for you--”

“Nonsense! I don’t mind.”

Luke, unaccustomed to being the one taking rides from others, suppressed all his objections after that and followed Ashton. With the setting sun, it would’ve been hard to make out any shapes in the dark. The parking lot lights were on, and Ashton happened to park directly under one, which made maneuvering easier.

It was quite old, the car. A bit rusty here and there, and it groaned like a dinosaur when the engine turned over. However, the inside seemed homey. The seats were worn soft from time, and it smelled musky. Like… teakwood? Something manly, Luke thought to himself. The radio had been on some rock station, but the volume was turned low, so it was only a soft murmur in the background.

Luke found himself sighing.

Ashton, pulling out of the parking lot, glanced over, eyebrows knitted together. “Good, mate?”

He sighed again, relaxing into the seat. “Yeah, Ash. I’m good.” 

The pizza was everything they needed it to be. It was cheesy and gooey and just greasy enough. The two boys heartily chowed down on the large platter in front of them, barely bothering with plates.

The diner Ashton had brought them to was unfamiliar to Luke. In fact, he had rarely been to this side of the city. That didn’t hinder him any from the joy of the incredible, wonderful goodness that was this diner’s pizza.

   In the neon lighting, everything was cast in some ethereal glow. Some odd greens, blues and reds scattered throughout the tiny, empty room, and formed interesting shadows on the floor. The ‘50s theme--with squeaky leather-like cushions and cool silver metal framings--was a design Luke hadn’t seen often in the area. There were approximately two employees and two customers in attendance.

   Luke paused in between bites, studying Ashton’s features. Ashton pushed on, unaware of the boy’s stare. In the lighting, Ash’s face aged significantly. Not in a bad way, of course. He just seemed to look more wan, more tired--but also prettier. Luke couldn’t put his finger on it. Maybe Ashton always looked this pretty, but he’s just now seeing it. He wondered if he looked the same.

   Don’t be stupid, dude. Ashton isn’t into that.

   Luke felt a harsh tug in his gut anytime he even thought about the boy sitting in front of him. The mention of his name, the sight of him, a scrap of his homework, anything. Anything sent his head spinning.

   Luke knew that this meant he was something he didn’t want to be. Something that he never expected to be. When Ashton wasn’t there merely two months before, Luke ignored any doubts he may have had about his sexuality, and with ease. He simply brushed off his attraction to men as jealousy… but since the minute Ashton appeared, his walls came crashing down.

Probably around three in the morning a few days ago, Luke whispered, admitted, under his breath:

   I like guys. I like Ashton.

   Seeing him now, in the late-night glow of this decrepit hole-in-the-wall, Luke really knew this to be true. He couldn’t not like someone as beautiful, someone as genuine, as Ashton Fletcher Irwin.

   He bit into another slice of pizza, pondering. A question slipped past his lips into the space between them.

   “How’d you find this place?”

His voice almost disappeared into the abyss, it seemed. Everything was so quiet. So gentle.

   Ashton smiled, swallowing his last bite. He smiled like he had a secret, an old memory. “Few months ago… I was just driving around and saw it. Was kinda hungry, so I stopped in. Now, it’s uh…” he fiddled with some leftover crust, “it’s my favorite place.” The corners of the older boy’s mouth turned down slightly, yet Luke didn’t notice. “You know, I’ve never actually brought anyone else here before.”

   It was supposed to be question, but came out as a statement.

   Luke’s eyebrows shot up into his hairline. “Really?”

   Ash nodded. “And, honestly, I don’t care for pepperoni. I’m typically a just-cheese kinda guy.”

   Luke glanced at the scraps of pepperoni pizza and back to Ash, unsure of how to process this information. “Um. I feel honored?”

Was that the right question?

   Ashton physically shook himself from a pensive thought and replied. “Yes. Yes, you should definitely feel honored.”

   Luke smiled shyly. “Then, I do.”

   A second passed between them with no words spoken, just little grins and twinkling eyes. There was a spark in Luke’s chest. A hopeful, teensy flicker of a flame. Maybe Ashton felt it too.

Their waitress sauntered in, breaking the charged air.

“Hey, boys! How you doing? Need anything?”

“We’re doing great, Shirley. Thank you,” Ashton put kindly.

The pretty waitress--as if from nowhere--then procured a glass she had been hiding somewhere; Luke didn’t want to imagine how she was able to keep it hidden.

“Aw, Shirley, I can’t--” Ashton started.

“Of course you can. It’s on the house! For my favorite customer.” With a wink, the dark-haired girl went behind the vintage-style double doors, leaving the room an empty void again.

Ashton, shaking his head with good humor, picked two straws out of the nearby dispenser and held one out to Luke. “Like some? It’s strawberry…” He let out a small giggle.

Luke couldn’t resist his smile as it crept onto his face. “Love some.”

He grabbed the straw from Ashton’s grip, unwound the wrapping and plopped it into the glass. The older boy motioned to the cherry on top, but Luke shook his head. Ashton,  plucked the fruit from the whipped cream and tantalizingly dangled it in the air. Luke watched as Ash’s jawline protruded sharply under the taut skin. Ash chewed slowly, and, whether he was aware of it or not, and smirked sinfully. Luke swallowed thickly.

God damn.

The younger boy pushed aside the images in his head and focused solely on the strawberry milkshake. He focused on the closeness of their foreheads as the sipped from the glass at the same time. He focused on how when they both reached for their drink, their hands brushed for just milliseconds. His heartbeat thrummed in his throat.

He assumed he was imagining the blush on Ashton’s cheeks. Probably just a trick with the neon. Yeah, it’s just the lights.

He chuckled to himself, knowing he should know better. And he chuckled at the mantra that repeated in his head again, like clockwork. Nonetheless, Luke brushed off all of his unwanted thoughts and focused on the moment and the beautiful boy before him.

Not much later, Ashton dropped Luke off at school, where they had left Luke’s car hours earlier. Ash carefully parked right next to the old machine and shut off his engine. Together, the two sat in the still air, neither wanting to break this peaceful lull they were experiencing. It was something precious, fragile, new. They knew, though, that it was inevitable.

“Do you even know what time it is?” Luke asked from the passenger seat.

Ashton squinted at his watch in the dark. “Almost midnight, I’d say.”

The boys looked at each other and immediately burst into a fit of giggles.

“My mum’s gonna kill me,” Luke managed between splutters.

“Me too,” Ashton chimed, breathing heavily.

They tried to sit a while a longer. Luke, however, knew he had to go before his mother actually murdered him.

“Hey, Ash?”

“Hmm?”

“Um. Thanks, for tonight. I had a lot of fun.”

Ashton smiled through the darkness. “Of course, Luke. Thank you. I don’t think I’ve laughed like this in ages. It felt nice.”

Luke said nothing in response, only gave a soft smile; reluctantly, he opened the door and heaved his lanky frame out of the seat. In his own car, he pulled on the seatbelt and turned the engine over. At that, Ashton did the same, and once he was certain Luke was ready, set off himself.

The younger boy sat just a few minutes longer, relishing the new memories. He smiled once more to himself, shifted the car into gear, and took his time on the ride home.

[appreciating-chase-brody]

You're Not Alone

(It's 7:18 in the morning, I slept for an hour. I thought listening to the album 'Elevate' by my favourite childhood band, Big Time Rush, would help me sleep like it used to... It didn't work. I've just been singing, and now I'm listen to 'You're not alone' and I've gotten an idea for an imagine. Forget my declining mental stability from lack of sleep, this is more important.) Saying I was sobbing into my pillow was a vast understatement at the moment. I was basically pouring my soul out, hyperventilating, sequestered in a corner with eyes so blood shot, I was partially crying due to the pain I was enduring; emotional or physical, I couldn't tell anymore. This was a new feeling. Absolute dread, with every passing moment, I could feel my heart break from the pain my boyf... Ex-boyfriend caused me. Years of love and adoration, gone. All in a single text. The man I thought loved me to the ends of the Earth and back, didn't even have the courage to look me in the eye as he broke my world. As he told me he found somebody else, as he told me the love he once had for me, he felt for another woman now. That it wasn't me, that any man would be lucky to have me, and yet he just so easily dropped me out of his life. He shattered me. Simply put, there is no way I'll ever be put back together. He was my world. And I thought I was his. Desperate and needing a shoulder to cry on, I rang my good friend, Phil. Phil and I have been through so much together and I know his melody of positivity would cheer me up, it always does. After the first ring, he picks up. "Hey you." He said in his normal happy self. I opened my mouth to speak, but upon realizing just how dry my throat was from hours of sobbing, I just began to have a coughing fit. "Woah, take a breath there." He laughs to himself for a moment, before taking in genuine concern, "(Y/n)? Are you okay?" The panic raising in Phil's voice somehow managed to break me slightly more than I already was. Why did he care, but the man I was supposed to spend the rest of my life with, didn't? Soon enough I erupted into sobs once again. "(Y/n)?!" Alarm set in his voice, I faintly heard shuffling, followed by a door slamming shut. "P-Ph-Phi-l." I managed to choke out through my sobs. "Hey, I'll be there in a few minutes and we can talk. Please get some water, Sweet. And breath." He stopped talking, but kept the phone conversation active. I shakily stood up and made my way to the kitchen. I leaned on the island, energy drained from me. It wasn't until now that I took notice of how ragged and uneven my breathing was. "(Y/n)!" I heard Phil's voice, no longer on my phone, but in my house. Once again, I opened my mouth to say something, anything, but I couldn't. I heard Phil's quick steps enter and exit each room, finaly finding his way to the kitchen. "(Y/n)?" He asked gently. Scared, I would break. Little did he know, I was already broken. With all the energy I had left, which was basically nothing. I looked up at him and croaked out, "Ph-il." I began to fall, but Phil quickly jumped over to me before I hit the floor. He was now holding me in his lap has a sobbed into what I think was his leg. "(Y/n), Sweet, you need something to drink." He said as he smoothed over my hair, which at this point, was sticking every which way. Phil, slowly, careful to not move me too much, somehow managed to open my refrigerator and grab a water bottle. He held it to my lips and I gladly accepted. The water may have relieved my physical pain, but the emotional pain was still there. "Phi-l, I. H-he..." Phil, realizing I couldn't speak properly, cut me off with a calming 'shhhh', and a calming hand rubbing circles into my back. I melted into his touch. He has always been so patient, which I imagine this whole situation is testing that patience. Soon enough I fell asleep. --------------------------------- Phil's POV I've known her for years. About 10 years, and I've never seen her so... Broken, so fragile, so beaten. The (Y/n) that I know is always happy, strong, and a fighter. So what exactly happened to her? What caused her to be like this. I want to find the cause and fix what's wrong. I don't like seeing her like this. Awkwardly, I shuffle myself and her to her couch, I slowly lay her down and notice her phone. That's a start I guess. 'But Phil, you're not really going to go through her phone are you?' 'Well, Phil, it's the only way to figure out what's wrong.' 'But Phil that's not your phone.' And before I knew it I was typing in her password. She had her texts open, so that seemed like a good place to start. Hmm, seems like Sherlock is rubbing off on me. I notice the text thread she's on, 'Babe 💖💑.' It didn't take a consulting detective to see it was her boyfriend. Personally, I never liked him. He seemed to always treat (Y/n) like she was invisible. Her boyfriend should treat her like she's the world. Like she did to him. Like I would to her. 'Stop it Phil. You know she'll never see you in that way. It's hopelessly unrequited love.' But I can't help it Phil. The way she looks at him. It's like her world was complete. Like nothing else matters to her, only him. Her eyes instantly shine with sparkles when he enters the room. And when he looks and her, it was like she falls in love all over again. I want that. And I want that with her. But you're right Phil, you're always going to be the best mate. I quickly flick through the texts, trying not to invade their privacy more than I already was. Until I realized I was on a message sent 3 months so. After mass scrolling, I reach the most recent text. It's from him, 'Goodluck, (Y/n).' I scroll up slightly to see a massive message from him. Above that message, there's a couple small ones. '(Y/n)?' 'Yeah?' 'What are you doing ATM? 'Nothing, I was watching a film. What's up?' 'I need to say something.' 'Please hear me out, it's alot.' 'Okay...' '(Y/n), we've been dating for years. You've been amazing. We have made so many memories together, we have done some crazy things, we have grown together, and now, I think we've grown apart from one another. You're constantly worrying about your YouTube career, and I do support it, but it's kind of annoying to always be seen as 'that girl from YouTube and her boyfriend.' More importantly, so many people know me, and I'm just not comfortable with it. And I met someone...' That's where I have to stop reading. I couldn't go on. He broke up with a girl he didn't even deserve in the first place, via text?! The little minx, the next time I see him... "Phil?" I look down at a no longer sleeping (Y/n). She's rubbing her eyes and looking at me. "Is that my phone?" She continues. And the only response I had was a noise that was eerily similar to a toddler learning how to speak. "So I guess you know then?" She asks. I slowly nod, expecting a fresh batch of tears to cascade down her cheeks, but she just seems completely emotionless. "Stupid question, but are you okay (Y/n)?" I asked sitting down next to her. She looks at me, eyes filled with hurt. They've lost their sparkle. "What's wrong with me Philly?" She asks her voice beginning to break. "No," I pull her into my chest and hold her. I can feel her cry. It hurts me. "No, don't say that. There's nothing wrong with you (Y/n). You're one of, if not the most, beautiful girl on the inside and outside that I know. You have a heart that cares so much for people who don't even deserve your care. Anybody who has you in their life should be thankful they know you. So, believe me when I say, (Y/n), it's not your fault. It's his loss." I spontaneously gave her a quick peck on her head. 'Go on Phil, you basically already told her you love her. So tell her you love her in a not so friend way.' 'No, Phil. What are you thinking? She just got dumped, I don't think she needs a friend confessing to having feels for her.' "Hmm thanks." She mumbled into my chest, sending chills through my body. This is the closest we've ever been. Both literally and metaphorically. We've hugged before, we're both huggers/cuddlers, we platonically hug and cuddle all the time, but this is notablely different. The atmosphere has changed. Could be that she's newly single, could be that I all but told I loved her, maybe it's the fact that the way I'm holding her could be considered very intimate... Oh my. And now I just realized how we're laying down, sure comfortable, but very questionable. Speaking of comfortable, did I mention how comfortable this spot is. It's so comfortab... Zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz --------------------------------- (Y/n)'s POV I groggily woke up and noticed I wasn't in my bed. Well, I wasn't in a bed at all, I was in my living room, on the couch, on Phil? Well, stranger things have happened. I slowly untangled myself from him and make my way to the kitchen. I'm feeling quite like cooking this morning. Phil's over, might as well make breakfast. About half an hour later I have a complete assortment of Breakfast foods layed out on the kitchen island. I made Phil's favourite, American style Pancakes. Once I grabbed a tray, I stacked him some eggs, bacon, toast, pancakes (of course), and coffee. I guess this was the closest to a thank you I could manage. His words from last night are in a continual loop in my head. And over the time I had to think about those words, I accepted them to be true. I guess I was his loss. Snapping back to reality, I picked up his tray and made my way back to the couch. He was on his phone. "Hey." He smiles, sitting up and setting his phone down. "Good morning!" I say, happiness evident in my voice. "Oooo what's that?" He asked looking at the tray in my hand. "Consider it a thank you for last night. You, the sweetest and amazingest best friend I could ever ask for." I set the tray in front of him. I saw his face drop for a second, but I passed that off as sleep, a split second laters he was a smiling lunaic again. "Aww, you didn't need to think me (Y/n). You're my friend and I don't like seeing to hurt." "Correction Phil, I do need to thank you. If it wasn't for you, I'd probably still be sobbing my eyes out on that very couch." "I wouldn't want that." He put on a pouty face. "Well, neither would I." I said sitting by him and turing on the TV. This is what friends are for. ------------- Little did either of us know, this wouldn't be the first time I would call Phil sobbing. It nearly became a monthly thing. I would find somebody, think they're the one, they would use me for popularity, then leave me. Phil was always there to make things better. Every single time, he's become like my person Angel. "I give up." I say while taking another sip of whatever fruity cocktail Phil ordered for me. "You said that last time." He said talking a drink of his drink. "No, but I actually mean it this time too. Relationships are overrated. I'll buy my first dog next week. Soon enough I'll be buried in enough dog fur, I won't notice my loneliness." I was half serious. "(Y/n), no. I'm not going to let you be a crazy dog lady unless I'm drowning in dog fur with you. That sounds like Heaven." He looked off to the distance dramatically. "Wait yeah, that's a good question. Why don't you have a girlfriend Phil? You're just about the nicest guy I know, any girl would love to date you." --------------------- Phil's POV 'Because the only girl I want keeps calling me her bestest, most amazingest friend. (Y/n), I love you, but you're clueless.' 'Go on Phil, tell her. She'll probably just think you're drunk anyway.' "Haha, I guess I've been too busy to date." I pass off the question. "Mmmm, you know this drink is really good. I want another." She says, just finishing her drink. The bartender magically heard her, and there was another drink right in front of her. And what he said next hurt me. "Compliments of the bloke over there in the green." He pointed to a man who looked around our age who was waving. She waved back, doing those weird flirting fingers. I cleared my throat. "What?" She asked innocently, not turning away from the man, he was now gesturing for her to come to him. "I thought you meant it this time, we were literally just planning out dog fur filled future." I pouted, knowing that pout worked on her. "Phil, it's just a conversation. I'll be back." She smiled sweetly and was on her way to the man. This is how it's been with her. For months she's gone to bars, met random people, luckily she's never gone home with any of them. I wish she would see how this is bad for her. It was harmless at first, but at this point it's worrying. Soon enough she, followed by the man are out on the dance floor. Creepy as it may look, I'm watching them like a Hawk. (Y/n) has been drinking and she's quite the lightweight, so I want to make sure she's okay and not going to make any decisions she's going to regret. As if on cue, she comes up to me and is talking very quickly about going to this guy's house. The guy is just behind her. "Uh, I don't think so." I say like it's obvious. "Phil, I'm a full grown Woman, I can make my own decisions. I just wanted to tell you so you don't wait all night to take me home." She was smiling. Did she really think this was the right thing to do? "Can you give us a moment?" I ask the guy behind her. "He can stay if he wants." She said grabbing his hand. "Okay." I took a deep breath, "He just wants you for your body." She looked hurt. The guy behind her was shaking his head by the time she turned around. She turned back to me, looking more hurt. "Phil, I know you care about me, but lying is below you." And with that she walked off hand in hand with this complete stranger. I sighed, paying for both our drinks and decided to walk home. It wasn't until I felt in my pocket for my phone, when I discovered (Y/n)'s phone and mine. 'Great. She doesn't even have her phone to call if anything happens. Maybe I can still catch them before they leave.' I ran outside and prayed that I would see them. Nope, passing couples, some single walkers, and some overly drunk couple pretty much eating one anothers' face. I cringed and was about to turn away until I noticed, those shoes look alot like (Y/n)'s. It was dark, but I could make out the white outline. Wait, is she struggling? I pulled out one of our phones and turned the torch on to see this guy shoving his tounge down (Y/n)'s throat. She was trying to push him off, but he was resisting and holding her against the wall roughly. "Hey!" I say loudly while pulling him off her. "What man?" He grunted, shocked to see me. Seeing as I was very much taller than him, he was rather intimidated, but seemed to stand his ground. (Y/n) was crying, that's what threw me over the edge. I, not thinking I was capable of something like that, punched him straight in the nose. I pulled her into my arms and held her, she clung to my shirt like it was her life line. And with that we walked to my apartment. She refused to talk about what happened, and I didn't force her. But this has to stop. I have to tell her. She needs some type of home that one of her friends loves her. Right? I'll just tell her that one of our friends says he likes her, I won't tell her it's me. It'll work out. Maybe then she'll be better. Once we get back to my place she immediately fell on the couch to take her shoes off. "Okay, say it. I know you've been formulating some type of lecture for me on the way here. So let it out. I'm ready." She looked at me intently. "(Y/n), I have to tell you something. Something quite big that I'm not supposed to say, but if it'll help... I'm going to tell you." She was quiet. "One of our friends, a good friend likes you in a non-friend way." She looked at me as if she misheard me. "What?" "One of our friends likes you and wants to be with you. He hates to see you like this. He wants you to be happy. He wants you to have the old sparkle you used to have in your eyes. He wants to see that sparkle every morning he wakes up. He wants to make you his world. He loves you." I And just like that, her sparkle was back. (I finished this at 10:30. I've had no sleep, I'm sorry for possible typos/rushes/anything that is crappy. Goodnight... Morning... Whatever.)

[operators-manual-blog]

Scavenge run pt 3

[20 minutes later..]

*Hmm..

*I mean hes dead, and its not like i havent worn dead peoples clothing before, plus its a nice looking jacket

[Operator would add extra sleeves, having four arms makes it impossible to find any clothing]

*This fits well enough i think?

[aarpanpatel]

How to Be Certain about your Relationship.

Whether it is a girl you’re trying to nail, a friend with benefits you want to get serious with, or a group of men listening to your commands, uncertainty looks, sounds, and feels the same. It looks like you don’t know what you’re doing. You may be the best lover and boyfriend she’ll ever come across, but if you don’t act like you are certain – if you seem uncertain in your actions – then visually or subconsciously your followers WILL notice and will follow you begrudgingly, which breeds resentment and dissent, or they’ll simply refuse to follow you.

Signs of Uncertainty in Seduction

    You let her decide the date venue after she rejects your first offer     When entering the venue, you’re uncertain about where to sit and in what position (this is not the same as taking time to decide)     When ordering a drink or food, you don’t know what you want     You fidget a lot     You too quickly jump to talk during silent gaps     You freeze physically and verbally when she doesn’t comply with a request or demand     You let conversation droll on when she is ready to go home     You stutter when you ask her to move to a different area     You mumble when you invite her home     You’re jerky or otherwise awkward with your sexual gesture (e.g., moving only your neck to lean in and kiss her as opposed to bringing in your whole body or bringing her into you)

Signs of Uncertainty in a Casual Relationship

    You set casual expectation with her but very quickly begin treating her like an exclusive girlfriend, and you get uncomfortable, silent, or even upset when she brings up other men     You start transitioning her into a serious girlfriend but spend less time with her as the relationship progresses (i.e., you set a serious precedent, then act contrary)     When she begins to drop hints that she wants something serious, you give no sign that you’re sure where you want it to go

Signs of Uncertainty in a Serious Relationship

    You act as if you have her forever just because you’ve gotten her to commit; you stop seducing her or working on your relationship management     You aren’t aware of your long-term desires with her     Extreme jealousy, which communicates your doubt in her sexual fidelity and a doubt in your own supremacy (coldness and annoyance at certain behaviors are acceptable, as you should state your boundaries with her and other men, either explicitly or implicitly; in fact, too much casual acceptance of strange or line-crossing behavior can result in her thinking you don’t see or desire her as a monogamous mate anymore)     Getting insecure about the stability of the relationship because of a bad day with her or just one fight     Not appreciating when she’s kind and loving; this demonstrates a lack of certainty of your desire for her     When discussing the future of the relationship, you fail to state your position or desires, whatever they may be

Each of these behaviors demonstrate a lack of knowledge certainty, emotional certainty, or value uncertainty. Which uncertainty each behavior demonstrates depends on the context. To pinpoint

“But What If I’m Not Certain?”

Even if you are not certain, make it look as if you are.

As much as this is a series on how to be certain, it’s just as importantly a series on how to SEEM certain.

Certainty in the Face of Doubt

Let’s say you’re new to the game and you just ran up to a girl on the sidewalk; it’s one of your first direct openers outside of a bar or party. Despite the weight of anxiety and fear, you say to her in a confident voice, “Hey, I just wanted to come tell you how elegant yet dominant your walk is – very sexy! I’m John.”

“Woah, is this working?” you wonder to yourself as she just stares at you. After a second of tension that feels like millennia, she gives you her name – “I’m Ashley!” – and continues to look at you with open eyes. But you don’t know what to do next! You haven’t yet learned how to walk and talk casually to appear as though approaching a girl on the street like this is the most normal thing in the world; you haven’t learned how to read her outfit and gauge her personality and tailor your conversational threads on inferences built up from hundreds and hundreds of approaches.

“Does she think I’m creepy?”

“Why is she just staring at me?”

“Should I keep talking to her?”

You’re now lost in your head, and after a few seconds, you decide to punch your anxiety in the nuts and just say with slight nervousness, “Uhhh, so what are you up to?” And then, surprise, she tells you about her day! You’re now surprised that this worked. Wasn’t that such a boring thing to say? Even if it was, you still did it, and it’s working!

You then notice that at some point during the conversation, you two started walking together. You’re not even sure who walked first, but you’re moving! Action is being made!

“Okay, okay, okay, when do I ask her out?” Your head pounds with the question as you try to figure out the solution while also having a conversation with her. But you’re not going to let her go without at least asking her out! So when the conversation lulls for a few seconds, you blurt out “Hey, wanna grab dinner sometime?” And as her eyes widen and her lips spread into a smile, she says “Sure, that’d be great!”

And now you’ve got yourself a date. You went from not even knowing what to say after the opener to getting her number. In your uncertainty, you nevertheless pressed forward as if you WERE certain. But wait, just doing something doesn’t necessarily mean you looked certain about doing it!

And then you had the audacity to ask “So what are you up to?” as if you were just purely curious. Who the hell walks up to a girl, tells her she has an elegant yet dominatingly-sexy walk, then just asks her in more formal terms “What’s up?” She probably glanced at your crotch at some point to see if those massive balls showed through your pants.

Let’s do a more advanced example with relationships.

Let’s say you’re in a long-term relationship with some girl. She’s beautiful and turns you on like nobody else, and you love spending time with her. But here’s the clincher: you only recently began to understand how to handle drama and stay firm in your fights together. Early on in the relationship, you were a strong man, but when she’d have a fit and seemingly lose her shit over nothing, you’d acquiesce and either back off before you won the fight (because you didn’t want to hurt her feelings) or you actually got beaten; she boxed you into an emotional and logical corner that you didn’t know how to get out of; then you admitted you were wrong and said “sorry” a hundred times before she smiled, kissed you, assured you it was okay, then went to bed without giving you sex.

This looks weak to her as demonstrated by her having won the argument and subsequently withholding sex from you. You usually know you’re doing something right when a woman becomes lovey-dovey, investing, and sexual with you afterwards. The proof is in the pussy.

If you’d handled this drama correctly, you might have taken a moment to breathe and think instead of immediately apologizing and doing whatever you could to avail her anger. Your first reaction should be stoic; assess the situation calmly. Maybe you even become a bit despondent and see if she’s doing this to gain attention or because she’s genuinely hurt by what you said or did. You give her time to tell you what’s wrong. If she doesn’t tell you, you say “You seem upset. Talk to me.” She tells you that what you said hurt her feelings. You explain to her what you meant and how she may have misunderstood.

Or maybe you said something in a flash of anger or annoyance, and it was truly cruel. In that case, you tell her you were annoyed or angry at something she said and you responded too hastily, she might not have heard what you said or misunderstood something and you respond with “God, you’re really stupid sometimes,” then you were too much of a dick). That won’t fix it, but it’s a start. You’re acknowledging your mistake without turning into a puddle of tears. She stays mad and you tell her that you shouldn’t have said that. You’re calm while assessing the situation. You’re a rock.

But then, in an attempt to relax her, you cuddle her and kiss her. She stays stoic and cold. Not good. You pull back and tell her that you’re trying to make up for your earlier behavior, but her going cold on you isn’t an appropriate response. Then she starts to complain about your behavior, telling you you’re such an asshole (turning it into a macro-problem).

Do you see the smooth escalation of emotions? That’s certainty. You don’t get confused by the clusterfuck of emotions. You stay focused and certain. You keep your cool.

Keep your cool. Even if it seems uncertain.

Maybe you didn’t know exactly what to do and didn’t handle it correctly, but you still acted like a leader and showed certainty in your position. It’s obviously important that a woman follow a frame that is maximally beneficial to you and her, but foremost in importance is that she follows you at all. A sloppy victory is more important than a refined defeat.

And that, gentlemen, is the lesson of this article. It’s important to be certain, but if you appear certain, you can largely make up for a lack of directional certainty. There are fundamental behaviors in your speech and body language that make it clear you know what you’re doing. To your lovers and friends, you can appear certain that you’re going somewhere with an argument, a relationship, or a seduction… but where exactly you’re heading, you don’t know.

And therein lies the paradox.

Do you ever really know where you’re going or what you’re doing?

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How to Be Certain about your Relationship.

Whether it is a girl you’re trying to nail, a friend with benefits you want to get serious with, or a group of men listening to your commands, uncertainty looks, sounds, and feels the same. It looks like you don’t know what you’re doing. You may be the best lover and boyfriend she’ll ever come across, but if you don’t act like you are certain – if you seem uncertain in your actions – then visually or subconsciously your followers WILL notice and will follow you begrudgingly, which breeds resentment and dissent, or they’ll simply refuse to follow you.

Signs of Uncertainty in Seduction

You let her decide the date venue after she rejects your first offer

When entering the venue, you’re uncertain about where to sit and in what position (this is not the same as taking time to decide)

When ordering a drink or food, you don’t know what you want

You fidget a lot

You too quickly jump to talk during silent gaps

You freeze physically and verbally when she doesn’t comply with a request or demand

You let conversation droll on when she is ready to go home

You stutter when you ask her to move to a different area

You mumble when you invite her home

You’re jerky or otherwise awkward with your sexual gesture (e.g., moving only your neck to lean in and kiss her as opposed to bringing in your whole body or bringing her into you)

Signs of Uncertainty in a Casual Relationship

You set casual expectation with her but very quickly begin treating her like an exclusive girlfriend, and you get uncomfortable, silent, or even upset when she brings up other men

You start transitioning her into a serious girlfriend but spend less time with her as the relationship progresses (i.e., you set a serious precedent, then act contrary)

When she begins to drop hints that she wants something serious, you give no sign that you’re sure where you want it to go

Signs of Uncertainty in a Serious Relationship

You act as if you have her forever just because you’ve gotten her to commit; you stop seducing her or working on your relationship management

You aren’t aware of your long-term desires with her

Extreme jealousy, which communicates your doubt in her sexual fidelity and a doubt in your own supremacy (coldness and annoyance at certain behaviors are acceptable, as you should state your boundaries with her and other men, either explicitly or implicitly; in fact, too much casual acceptance of strange or line-crossing behavior can result in her thinking you don’t see or desire her as a monogamous mate anymore)

Getting insecure about the stability of the relationship because of a bad day with her or just one fight

Not appreciating when she’s kind and loving; this demonstrates a lack of certainty of your desire for her

When discussing the future of the relationship, you fail to state your position or desires, whatever they may be

Each of these behaviors demonstrate a lack of knowledge certainty, emotional certainty, or value uncertainty. Which uncertainty each behavior demonstrates depends on the context. To pinpoint

“But What If I’m Not Certain?”

Even if you are not certain, make it look as if you are.

As much as this is a series on how to be certain, it’s just as importantly a series on how to SEEM certain.

Certainty in the Face of Doubt

Let’s say you’re new to the game and you just ran up to a girl on the sidewalk; it’s one of your first direct openers outside of a bar or party. Despite the weight of anxiety and fear, you say to her in a confident voice, “Hey, I just wanted to come tell you how elegant yet dominant your walk is – very sexy! I’m John.”

“Woah, is this working?” you wonder to yourself as she just stares at you. After a second of tension that feels like millennia, she gives you her name – “I’m Ashley!” – and continues to look at you with open eyes. But you don’t know what to do next! You haven’t yet learned how to walk and talk casually to appear as though approaching a girl on the street like this is the most normal thing in the world; you haven’t learned how to read her outfit and gauge her personality and tailor your conversational threads on inferences built up from hundreds and hundreds of approaches.

“Does she think I’m creepy?”

“Why is she just staring at me?”

“Should I keep talking to her?”

You’re now lost in your head, and after a few seconds, you decide to punch your anxiety in the nuts and just say with slight nervousness, “Uhhh, so what are you up to?” And then, surprise, she tells you about her day! You’re now surprised that this worked. Wasn’t that such a boring thing to say? Even if it was, you still did it, and it’s working!

You then notice that at some point during the conversation, you two started walking together. You’re not even sure who walked first, but you’re moving! Action is being made!

“Okay, okay, okay, when do I ask her out?” Your head pounds with the question as you try to figure out the solution while also having a conversation with her. But you’re not going to let her go without at least asking her out! So when the conversation lulls for a few seconds, you blurt out “Hey, wanna grab dinner sometime?” And as her eyes widen and her lips spread into a smile, she says “Sure, that’d be great!”

And now you’ve got yourself a date. You went from not even knowing what to say after the opener to getting her number. In your uncertainty, you nevertheless pressed forward as if you WERE certain. But wait, just doing something doesn’t necessarily mean you looked certain about doing it!

And then you had the audacity to ask “So what are you up to?” as if you were just purely curious. Who the hell walks up to a girl, tells her she has an elegant yet dominatingly-sexy walk, then just asks her in more formal terms “What’s up?” She probably glanced at your crotch at some point to see if those massive balls showed through your pants.

Let’s do a more advanced example with relationships.

Let’s say you’re in a long-term relationship with some girl. She’s beautiful and turns you on like nobody else, and you love spending time with her. But here’s the clincher: you only recently began to understand how to handle drama and stay firm in your fights together. Early on in the relationship, you were a strong man, but when she’d have a fit and seemingly lose her shit over nothing, you’d acquiesce and either back off before you won the fight (because you didn’t want to hurt her feelings) or you actually got beaten; she boxed you into an emotional and logical corner that you didn’t know how to get out of; then you admitted you were wrong and said “sorry” a hundred times before she smiled, kissed you, assured you it was okay, then went to bed without giving you sex.

This looks weak to her as demonstrated by her having won the argument and subsequently withholding sex from you. You usually know you’re doing something right when a woman becomes lovey-dovey, investing, and sexual with you afterwards. The proof is in the pussy.

If you’d handled this drama correctly, you might have taken a moment to breathe and think instead of immediately apologizing and doing whatever you could to avail her anger. Your first reaction should be stoic; assess the situation calmly. Maybe you even become a bit despondent and see if she’s doing this to gain attention or because she’s genuinely hurt by what you said or did. You give her time to tell you what’s wrong. If she doesn’t tell you, you say “You seem upset. Talk to me.” She tells you that what you said hurt her feelings. You explain to her what you meant and how she may have misunderstood.

Or maybe you said something in a flash of anger or annoyance, and it was truly cruel. In that case, you tell her you were annoyed or angry at something she said and you responded too hastily, she might not have heard what you said or misunderstood something and you respond with “God, you’re really stupid sometimes,” then you were too much of a dick). That won’t fix it, but it’s a start. You’re acknowledging your mistake without turning into a puddle of tears. She stays mad and you tell her that you shouldn’t have said that. You’re calm while assessing the situation. You’re a rock.

But then, in an attempt to relax her, you cuddle her and kiss her. She stays stoic and cold. Not good. You pull back and tell her that you’re trying to make up for your earlier behavior, but her going cold on you isn’t an appropriate response. Then she starts to complain about your behavior, telling you you’re such an asshole (turning it into a macro-problem).

Do you see the smooth escalation of emotions? That’s certainty. You don’t get confused by the clusterfuck of emotions. You stay focused and certain. You keep your cool.

Keep your cool. Even if it seems uncertain.

Maybe you didn’t know exactly what to do and didn’t handle it correctly, but you still acted like a leader and showed certainty in your position. It’s obviously important that a woman follow a frame that is maximally beneficial to you and her, but foremost in importance is that she follows you at all. A sloppy victory is more important than a refined defeat.

And that, gentlemen, is the lesson of this article. It’s important to be certain, but if you appear certain, you can largely make up for a lack of directional certainty. There are fundamental behaviors in your speech and body language that make it clear you know what you’re doing. To your lovers and friends, you can appear certain that you’re going somewhere with an argument, a relationship, or a seduction… but where exactly you’re heading, you don’t know.

And therein lies the paradox.

Do you ever really know where you’re going or what you’re doing?