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October 29th, 2023

*Graphic Sexual Content*

The men in B----- are so different from the men in A------. I've only been here for 3 days, well really only two since I came in so late on the first day. I logged on as soon as I had my computer set up in my room. right off the bat, there were a few people interested in me. So many people liking my profile, messaging me. That seemed pretty standard, however, since I was a new face and in a new place. The surprising amount of men that were actually online at that time of night sent a message or two back and forth with me and I even made plans with a few of them. There were a few people who mysteriously disappeared after a few messages. it's unclear whether they blocked me cuz I didn't like what I had to say, or they ended up getting banned because they were a scammer.

the thing about the men here, though. they're much more sentimental. or, at least they seem that way. much older men. many more men who are looking for a long-term Arrangement rather than a quick hookup. they're even a few men who, with the understanding that I'm only here for a week, still want to try and make a long-term relationship last. I'm not opposed to this, if I really like the guy. I'm not opposed to it if I really need the money. All In all, the first night had mediocre success.

Over the course of the next day, I talked at length with a guy who said he would want to take me out that night. He honestly seems like a kind of an asshole. His profile gets off douchebag vibes. He's incredibly condescending, won't hold a conversation unless he has the upper hand, I keep sending me links to Wikipedia articles instead of Simply answering my questions. He said he was going to lunch with someone and that we can meet up afterwards. I told him I just wanted to go for a walk to look at all the leaves and take pictures to send to the People Back Home. he was acting really coy and aloof, so I didn't bring up sex or payment. Insteadad, I meekly asked what we would be doing after the walk. He said dinner. I don't know if that meant dinner and sex and therefore payment, or just dinner like some of these guys like to do. I took a nap and when I woke up, it was close to 6:00. Apparently his lunch had run that long and you changed his mind about seeing me. he hasn't said anything to me today, so I guess I wasn't that interesting to him.

along with this guy, I'm at several other people that I added to my calendar. I texted so many guys my account was briefly marked as spam. All day Saturday was dedicated to catching up on sleep and chatting up These men. I tried to leave space at the end of the week, so they would actually have time to do things. but, so far, Sunday through Tuesday were completely booked.

but that's when I noticed how weird and clingy these men were. so many of them asked repeatedly to call me. I understand, this is a way to verify that the person you're talking to is real rather than a bot, but it is honestly unnerving to have an old man call you. I don't actually like these guys. I don't actually want to have a relationship with you. The men in A------ seem to understand that. they're not delusional that I actually like their profile because I liked them. especially if I had only been in A------ for a week. they would have never assumed that I wanted to be on the phone with him for an hour. Which is what happened with one guy. He was really insistent on us calling each other, kept saying it would only be a 5-minute long conversation. just a quick chat. Instead, he held me captive on the phone for an hour. I kept saying how I hadn't had dinner yet, how I needed to go, but he didn't care. It was also quite a difficult task trying to understand his accent over the grainy, disgusting sound of Bluetooth audio in the car.

He was the only one asking to talk, too. There was a man who called me out of the blue, didn't even have to contact saved to my phone yet. He talked in a very creepy voice, very annoying, very nasally, also very condescending. These men are pretty awful at holding a conversation. the last few the most basic, small talk questions, then follow it up with the most explicit shit you've ever heard. This man on the phone wanted to come over that night, which I wasn't opposed to, except that he wanted to only pay $140. Absolutely ridiculous. I offer 200. He said he would think about it. It's now Sunday night and I haven't heard back from him.

it cost me $100 to get an Uber to my airbnb. The plan was to take the train from the airport, but the airplane got in too late. My flight was delayed because of the storm that was in A------. so, I Won't Say I'm completely reliant on these men to actually enjoy my vacation, but I am getting quite stressed out that I haven't actually gotten anything accomplished yet. I want to go out and see the city, to go do things, to buy little things for my friends. instead, I've spent two full days here and haven't left the Airbnb. I used most of the last time money to get food and toiletries. I had two separate appointments scheduled for today. one very early on in the day. we had actually planned for last night, but I'm so far from everything. The Uber to get to him would have been $50. He said he could drive to my place this morning, but had to cancel at the last minute. something about his kid and the baby mama…

I didn't ask because it was my business. I was nervous about meeting up with him, anyway. Unlike the men in A------, most everyone around here seems to want to meet up for a whole afternoon. It's not like that time I was able to schedule three different appointments in one day. people here are loose, they don't give certain timelines, they want to spend the whole day together. which would be fine. if we were actually going out and doing things, actually being shown around, and I actually liked them, that's what I would want. if I was here with somebody I wanted, I would have come with…

him

not only did he want to stay here for what seems like quite a long time and I had another appointment scheduled for that night, he was also a sub. so many of these old men are into the BDSM stuff. it's whatever. it doesn't matter that much to me. The thing is, even though I have switch in my profile, I'm not going to be one of these crazy dominatrixes that they expect. He was talking about tying into a chair, making him cry out in pain. That's not who I am. I can be dominant, I can take control of the situation, but I don't like people being in pain. I'd much rather see them in pleasure. I'd much rather hear that sigh or groan Escape their lips. feel them twitch and writhe underneath me. I don't mind grabbing them by the throat, holding them down, pretending I ever had a fighting chance against them. I don't like the idea of hurting anyone, though.

He wanted to pay me $300.

I needed that $300.

My other appointment for tonight also had to cancel. He wants to see me all week, for hours at a time. He wants to pay me $250 a visit, but since he said that he wanted to visit me multiple times, maybe every single day, I said that was okay. If I only saw him four times, that would be $1,000 already. He had to cancel. He was hosting for some Canadians or something like that. said that whatever they were doing head around a little long and he couldn't get to me in time. it would be too late in the night for him. I guess I picked an interview that was way too far away for most people's liking. He said we can meet tomorrow.

and I had another appointment scheduled for tomorrow at noon. He canceled on me, too. too far away. I get it, but also I was relying on that. He wanted to give me $200. annoying, but reasonable. so at this point of my planning, I would have already had $550. Instead, I'm down to $20 in my bank account. The thought of calling up that guy who offered me $140 is very strong, but he really seemed like an asshole and I don't want to have my address.

I haven't gotten the chance to do anything at all. to be fair, I did sleep for a lot of the time these past few days. but I was incredibly tired. my other problem, though is that I'm broke as fuck right now. if even one of these appointments had gone through, I could have done something. I could have just taken the train anywhere. I hate the feeling of wasting my vacation. I also have that tattoo scheduled for thursday. my paycheck comes through on wednesday, so that should be fine, but that's so long to wait. my vacation will almost be over by the time I have money again if none of these appointments work out. I want to cry. I don't necessarily like any of these men like I like a few of the guys in austin. At least in A----- I like talking to those guys.

which has been another incredibly stressful part of the situation. The guys from A------ are still texting me. because of course they are. That's kind of part of the deal. and I do like to talk to them. the problem is, there's just too many. There are so many people that I can't keep up with who's who. I mean, of course I know all the A------ men, but all of these B------ guys are getting confused and lost in my brain. and they're also clingy and they all want me to text them and call them immediately. they all want to go out on these long dates, actually do romantic shit. Again, if I had actually liked the guy and I was back in A------, that's what I would want, too. but I want to explore the City by myself. I don't want to be held down by these old men and have to do what they want to do.

I mean, I wouldn't actually like to be by myself.

but he's not here and he doesn't like me.

so just forget about it.

it's better to be by myself.

The guy that talked to me for an hour on the phone kept asking me what I wanted to do in the city. every time you ask me, I would tell him that I really don't know. I don't know what's around the city, I don't know what's going on here. I mentioned that I want to go to S----, but I'm waiting until after Halloween for that. I mentioned I want to go to an ice rink and he very helpfully informed me that those aren't open yet. apparently, even indoor ice rinks aren't open until it gets cold outside, which is fucking stupid if you ask me. I brought my skates all the way up here for nothing. Besides, he seemed really annoyed that I even suggested going skating. Which is the whole thing. I don't want to go out and do all these old man things. I want to go out and do things I want to do. I would love to just go to a bar and fucking get wasted and make out with a pretty girl or something. something a 25 year old would do. Instead, I have to pretend like I'm into these old men. I have to pretend like they're the ones that are making me wet and not that I'm just always turned on. I have to sit there and sext with them pretending to be interested in their boring ass conversation. I don't mind sleeping with them. it's not my favorite. I would definitely prefer…

Some of them are bad at sex, anyway. Some of them are mean. Most of them don't give a shit about how I'm enjoying myself. every single one has asked me to give them a blowjob which I fucking hate so much. blowjobs are not fun to give. porn has completely ruined the men's perception of how much fun it is to give a blowjob. What is fun, what actually turns me on and is actually a good part of sex, is when you really enjoy your partner's company. when you love every single inch of their body. when you run your tongue along the shaft, slowly playing with the tip before putting your lips around it, because you like to see the reaction it has on your partner's face. when I ran my fingers on the inside of his thigh, hearing his breath Quicken and that little gasp, the little kisses I would plant on delicate areas.

I'm going to make myself cry again.

I think about him when I masturbate.

Sure, occasionally someone new enters the picture who really catches my fancy, but he's still always there. whether I picture him at the beginning, then it changes to someone else at the end, vice versa, or when I'm incredibly horny and picture him and maybe another man teaming up to make me scream in pleasure. He's always there in some capacity.

I don't like to give blowjobs.

And he didn't ask me to.

I did it because I liked him.

because I like to watch him enjoy himself.

because I like to hear him enjoy himself.

because I like the fact that he enjoyed me.

Total Earned: $1,800

Body Count: 8

Dick Pics: 10

Sex Ranking:

B------

Him

T-----

P------

R--

T------

D--

M---

#blog #daily blog #suagr baby #suagr dating #vodka redbull #my writing #spilled thoughts #daily journal #journal

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thecoleopterawithana · 4 years

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The next night Elliot [Mintz] took us out with a friend of his, Sal Mineo, and we all went to a gay cabaret/discotheque. John was oblivious to the gay ambience. He was curious about everyone's sexuality and liked to gossip about who was sleeping with whom, whether they were gay or straight. John made no judgements about homosexuality but was really curious about who was and who wasn't gay. He knew that his appearance at a gay club might start rumors about his own sexuality, and it made him laugh. He told me that there had been rumors about him and his first manager, Brian Epstein, and that he usually didn't deny them. He liked the fact that people could be titillated by having suspicions about his masculinity. Then I was the one who was laughing. "How could anyone believe a man who likes women as much as you do is gay?" I told him. After the show we went back to Mineo's apartment. I was thirsty, and Mineo told me to look in the refrigerator. There was nothing in it but one big bottle of amyl nitrite. Mineo told John that he knew Ava Gardner. "I'm a real fan of hers. I love Ava," John replied excitedly. Mineo went to the phone, called London, woke Gardner up, and told her that John wanted to speak to her. John took the phone. "Ava, is that you? Ava, I think you're beautiful. I've seen all your movies. Christ, is it really you?" They spoke for five minutes, then a thrilled John handed the phone back to Mineo.

In May Pang’s Loving John (1983).

[Once again, a million thanks to @eppysboys for sending over passages of interest.]

Elliot Mintz (born February 16, 1945) is an American consultant. In the 1960s and early 1970s Mintz was an underground radio DJ and host. In the 1970s he became a spokesperson for John Lennon and Yoko Ono, and took on other musicians and actors as clients as a publicist, including Bob Dylan. [...]

Though not in a professional capacity, since the death of Lennon, Mintz has acted as a spokesperson for the Lennon estate. In addition, while sifting through Lennon's belongings, he discovered hundreds of unreleased tape recordings including half-finished new songs, early versions of famous hits, and idle thoughts. Beginning in 1988, he hosted a weekly syndicated radio series based upon these recordings called The Lost Lennon Tapes, which was broadcast for about four years. After the show came to an end, Mintz began hosting the spinoff radio program The Beatle Years. Mintz has appeared in feature documentaries about Lennon and Yoko Ono, including The U.S. vs. John Lennon, Imagine: John Lennon and The Real Yoko Ono. In 1985 he was a technical advisor on the television film John and Yoko: A Love Story. He also authored an essay about his relationship with them published in 2005 in a book entitled Memories of John Lennon. [Source]

Salvatore Mineo Jr. (January 10, 1939 – February 12, 1976) was an American actor, singer and director. Mineo is best known for his Academy Award-nominated performance as John "Plato" Crawford opposite James Dean in the film Rebel Without a Cause (1955). Mineo also received a Golden Globe Award and an Academy Award nomination for his supporting role in Exodus (1960). A 1950s teen idol, Mineo's acting career declined in his adult years. He was murdered in 1976. [...]

By the early 1960s, Mineo was becoming too old to play the type of role that had made him famous, and his rumoured homosexuality led to his being considered inappropriate for leading roles. [...] In 1969, Mineo returned to the stage to direct a Los Angeles production of the LGBT-themed play Fortune and Men's Eyes (1967), featuring then-unknown Don Johnson as Smitty and himself as Rocky. The production received positive reviews, although its expanded prison rape scene was criticized as excessive and gratuitous. [...] By 1976, Mineo's career had begun to turn around. While playing the role of a bisexual burglar in a series of stage performances of the comedy P.S. Your Cat Is Dead in San Francisco, Mineo received substantial publicity from many positive reviews; he moved to Los Angeles along with the play.

Mineo met English-born actress Jill Haworth on the set of the film Exodus in 1960, in which they portrayed young lovers. Mineo and Haworth were together on-and-off for many years. They were engaged to be married at one point. According to Mineo biographer Michael Gregg Michaud, Haworth cancelled the engagement after she caught Mineo engaging in sexual relations with another man. The two did remain very close friends until Mineo's death. [...] While some have described Haworth as being nothing but a close friend and a "beard" to Mineo to conceal his same-sex partners, Michaud casts doubt upon this claim; he asserts that Mineo and Haworth's relationship was genuine, that Mineo fell in love with Haworth, and that Mineo regarded her as one of the important people in his life. [Source]

“Portrait of a Marriage really disturbed [John]. The book was an account of the fifty-year marriage of Vita Sackville-West and Harold Nicholson, both of whom were bisexual and continually unfaithful to each other, yet were able to evolve a relationship of great depth and longevity despite the incompleteness of their marriage. John was very distressed by the theme of sexual incompatibility in the midst of great emotional attraction and the fact that no matter how hard one tries, a marriage may always remain incomplete.”

In a 1972 interview with Boze Hadleigh, Mineo discussed his bisexuality. At the time of his death, he was in a six-year relationship with male actor Courtney Burr III. [Source]

BH: Who are those two girls you mentioned, for a double date?

SM: (Laughs.) Are you kidding? I got a girl in every port- and a couple of guys in every port, too.

BH: Do you think rumors about being bi have hurt you in your career?

SM: Maybe. . . Nah, I doubt it. Everyone's got those rumors following him around, whether it's true or not. Everyone's supposed to be bi, starting way back with Gary Cooper and on through Brando and Clift and Dean and Newman and . . . you want me to stop?

BH: Did you resent the rumors?

SM: Well, no. Because what's wrong with being bi? Maybe most people are, deep down.

BH: Shirley MacLaine has publicly said that.

SM: I think she's right- got a good noodle, Shirl does. But anyhow, the rumor about me, from what I hear, was usually that I'm gay. Where, like, with Monty Clift or Brando, the rumor was that they're bi. [Brando later publicly admitted to bisexuality.]

— Boze Hadleigh’s interview with Sal Mineo (1972).

“John and I had a big talk about it, saying, basically, all of us must be bisexual. And we were sort of in a situation of thinking that we’re not [bisexual] because of society. So we are hiding the other side of ourselves, which is less acceptable. But I don’t have a strong sexual desire towards another woman.”

Have you ever? “Not really, not sexually.”

One online satire imagined an affair between Ono and Hillary Clinton.

“It’s great,” Ono laughs. “I mean, both John and I thought it was good that people think we were bisexual, or homosexual.” She laughs again.

What about that old rumor that Lennon had sex with Beatles manager Brian Epstein (which was also the subject of the 1991 film, The Hours and The Times)?

Lennon himself said: “Well, it was almost a love affair, but not quite. It was never consummated. But it was a pretty intense relationship.” Later, Lennon’s friend Pete Shotton said Lennon had told him that he had allowed Epstein to “toss [wank] him off.”

“Uh, well, the story I was told was a very explicit story, and from that I think they didn’t have it [sex],” Ono tells me.

— in Yoko Ono: I Still Fear John’s Killer by Tim Teeman for the Daily Beast (13 October 2015).

Q. Have you ever fucked a guy?

A. Not yet, I thought I’d save it til I was 40, life begins at 40 you know, tho I never noticed it.

Q. It is trendy to be bisexual and you’re usually ‘keeping up with the Jones’, haven’t you ever… there was talk about you and PAUL…

A. Oh, I thought it was about me and Brian Epstein… anyway, I’m saving all the juice for my own version of THE REAL FAB FOUR BEATLES STORY etc.. etc..

Q. It seems like you’re saving quite a lot for when you’re 40…

A. Yes, there might be nothing better to do, tho I don’t believe it.

— John Lennon, interview conducted by/on John Lennon, and/or Dr Winston O’boogie, for Andy Warhol’s Interview Magazine (November 1974).

John: [...] I was trying to put it 'round that I was gay, you know– I thought that would throw them off… dancing at all the gay clubs in Los Angeles, flirting with the boys… but it never got off the ground.

Q: I think I’ve only heard that lately about Paul.

John: Oh, I’ve had him, he’s no good. [Laughter]

— John Lennon, interviewed by Lisa Robinson for Hit Parader: A conversation with John Lennon (December 1975).

Like other alkyl nitrites, amyl nitrite is bioactive in mammals, being a vasodilator, which is the basis of its use as a prescription medicine. As an inhalant, it also has a psychoactive effect, which has led to its recreational use with its smell being described as that of old socks or dirty feet. It is also referred to as banapple gas. [Source]

Popper is a slang term given broadly to drugs of the chemical class called alkyl nitrites that are inhaled. [...] Popper use has a relaxation effect on involuntary smooth muscles, such as those in the throat and anus. It is used for practical purposes to facilitate anal sex by increasing blood flow and relaxing sphincter muscles, initially within the gay community.

"If you trace the bottle of amyl (a type of alkyl nitrite) through late 20th century history, you trace the legacies of gay culture on popular culture in the 20th century”

The drug is also used or for recreational drug purposes, typically for the "high" or "rush" that the drug can create.

Poppers were part of club culture from the mid-1970s disco scene and returned to popularity in the 1980s and 1990s rave scene. [Source]

“A cable had arrived for him that very morning stating the obvious: ‘Come too quickly. Stop. Try again. Stop. Am waiting in Paris. Stop me if you’ve heard it. Stop. Stuff yourself with artichokes and live. Stop. Don’t stop. Stop.’ He knew it was from Amie L'Nitrate.”

— in John Lennon’s unfinished story about a sudden rendezvous in Paris. Published in “Skywriting By Word Of Mouth”.

Ava Lavinia Gardner (December 24, 1922 – January 25, 1990) was an American actress and singer. [...] Gardner appeared in several high-profile films from the 1940s to 1970s [...] She is listed 25th among the American Film Institute's 25 Greatest Female Stars of Classic Hollywood Cinema.

Answered asks about:

John’s sexuality

Yoko and his sister Julia’s public statements about John’s sexuality

John "trying to put it ‘round that” he was gay

The Bob Wooler Episode

The Tony Manero Story

[Disclaimer: The answer to these asks represent my personal opinion at the time, which is liable to have evolved since then.]

#John Lennon #May Pang #Elliot Mintz #Sal Mineo #Brian Epstein #Ava Gardner #i'm not a homosexual or we could have had a homosexual relationship #it's only love and that is all #He could be a real soft sweetie #the lost weekend #johnny #1974 #quote #compilation #my stuff #(I added the links to other asks about his sexuality because it apparently is a topic of great interest)#(As exemplified by the number of asks I received about it)#(Ft. notions about sexuality being tied to masculinity and May not considering the option of bisexuality)#(And an emphasis put on John's curiosity about who was and wasn't gay)

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beepboop358 · 2 years

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I love asking people about their thoughts of ST characters' sexualities, so here we go again!

I'm truly interested in your opinion and full analysis of ST characters' sexualities!🏳️‍🌈🏳️‍🌈

You can sit down to it anytime, while having some time free, don't rush and care about yourself!^^

hello!!

I love discussing sexuality, and anything gay really LOL 🏳️‍🌈♥️ 🌈 A lot of these will probably be head canon/vibe based because there isn't stuff to base it on in the show (at least not yet XD)

Okay so, I think my opinions on Mike and Will's sexualities are a little obvious aha <3. I think both Mike and Will are gay, and I did a short little analysis of why I think Mike is gay, rather than bi/pan, here :) I think Will is gay because he has never shown any interest in girls, so I think that completely rules out the chance he could be bi/pan.

I think Max is bi, and I think El is pan, and I have a post about it here, discussing Elmax hehe (ik I already gave you the link to in a previous ask but imma do it again, bc I don't wanna exclude Max and El from this <3 I hope you don't mind!)

Also a little detail adding to Max not being straight, is that her bed sheets are the exact same rainbow pattern as the "pride flag" in Wet Hot American Summer (which is on the st4 vsf list), that we see at a baseball game, between a gay couple hooking up and getting married 😉 (that post here)

I think realistically Dustin is probably straight, but I just get bi/pan vibes from Dustin, so I head canon him as bi/pan/. He's so accepting of others and is totally for liking whoever you like, I think it would make sense, but I know there isn't really proof for this head canon, and I think it does make sense for him to be straight in the show LOL

I think Lucas is straight, mainly because the show contrasts him and Mike a lot, especially in season 3, where Mike is trying to mimic Lucas, but he's failing miserably XD. I feel like Lucas and Mike represent opposite ends of the spectrum in a sense, like that their characters are meant to show the differences in their sexualities, to emphasize Mike is gay. I'm sorry don't really know hoe to explain that. Kind of like Lucas being a foil to Mike. Also, Lucas doesn't show any interest in men (or hasn't yet) so I feel like he is straight.

Obviously we have our favorite Lesbian Robin 👑, but Barb gives me strong lesbian vibes as well. Those outfits and just her vibe LOL, and I feel like there may be a little crush on Nancy too? I think, if I remember correctly, in the Rebel Robin podcast, it's hinted that Barb was confiding in the same teacher Robin does (who is a gay man, and apparently Barb knew that), before she disappeared, so that could be a parallel showing both Robin and Barb are lesbians. 🤷‍♀️

I feel like Hopper is straight. Just the vibes on this one, and he's never shown any interest in men either. He's kinda the most masculine man in some ways, in the show, so it would be cool if he wasn't straight, but we don't have any evidence he is not straight, and he has only shown interest in women. Joyce gives me "straight, but I experimented and questioned my sexuality before" vibes. Or maybe she is unlabelled 👀. But she hasn't really shown any interest in women wither so who knows.

I think Argyle (although we haven't met him yet) will probably be straight, but a great ally like Dustin, although I want to head canon him as unlabelled LOL. He just seems so open and you know the whole pot head hippie culture really fights against societal conventions, and those people are usually some kind of outcast, so I don't think it's entirely out of the question Argyle is not straight XD

I'm not sure what vibes I get from Eddie yet, I am excited to learn more about his character, but just from pics and character descriptions, I feel like he's either straight or bi.

I get bi vibes from Jonathan, with a female preference. I could definitely see him having interest in men, with how he rejects societal conventions as well, but he seems to show a lot of interest in Nancy too, so I feel like he majoritively likes women. He also seems very open to being accepted as a "freak" by society, I think he would accept himself no matter what people said or thought, about anything really - because of the zombie boy conversation with Will in season 2. But again, we don't have any evidence really Jonathan is bi, so it's just a head canon rn aha.

thanks for the ask! I hope I didn't forget anyone! I hope you're doing well and having a nice day! xx

#stranger things #st characters sexuality #stranger things season 4 #byler #stranger things obsessed #st characters sexuality headcanons

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burytherosemarysprigs · 3 years

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Oral Sadism and Literary Arguments

A/N : Ok, so, like enemies to lovers???? slow burn??? literature??? fuck me.

/ Masterlist /

Pairing: Jason Todd x Reader (College AU)

Word Count: 6k

Summary: There’s probably only one thing worse than chauvinist literature, and that’s the sardonic boy who sits two rows behind in Lit class with his torn paperbacks and ineffable aversion.

“Well, I actually disagree with you,”

If you didn’t have that much self-control, you would’ve snapped the pencil you were holding in half, as you heard a deep voice speak up behind you, and before you could retort, Professor Gordon spoke,

“And why’s that Jason?”

“I think Bukowski was trying to present how men will hide their inner thoughts and feelings, really their sensitivity in that aggression as an attempt at protection.” Jason spoke up, his voice boiling your blood as the rest of the class stayed in relative silence, as you turned around to look at him as he stared directly at you,

“I’m sorry, protection? What part about misogyny and blatant objectification of women as only being sexual objects that can be discarded and picked up when he pleases passes as protection? Women that are empty and uncharacterised to the extent the reader begins to agree with Chinaski that yes, women are less. Women are not important. And women don’t require compassion and consent, what part of any of this reminds you about goddamn male – “

“All right, I think that’s enough for today.” Gordon interrupted your heated rant with a sigh, which you share and quickly turn around close your eyes to try and avoid the weight of Jason’s stare as Gordon begins to dismiss the class.

“All right everyone, I hope you took something useful from that discussion, though I’m not sure if you would classify that as a discussion,” He added sarcastically, before continuing, “I expect you all to have brief outlines planned out for next week, and please try to work as collaboratively as you can with your partner to do so.”

The last part was directed at you and Jason – though neither of you payed proper attention – while the rest of the class let out small snickers.

“Right then, class dismissed, and uh, you two, could you both please stay behind for a minute.”

Fucking great. You thought to yourself, even though Gordon didn’t specify both you and Jason, his tired expression tells you otherwise and you start collecting your notes and pens into your bag in a silent fury and made your way to the front of the class, where Gordon was leaning against his oak desk, watching both of you stand in front of him – not casting a single glance towards the other as you waited for him to speak. He sighs,

“I don’t think you both understand how frustrating it is when your top students both have it out for each other and can’t hold a single civil discussion before arguing like little children,” He begins, becoming more wary as he continues, “Which is why I paired you up for this assignment and I fully expect you both to work together, and I hope I can expect that from you?”

He looked at both of you with an expectant look, and Jason only nodded curtly as a response, and you did the same but decided to chirp in,

“That’s great that you think we’ll be able to work together, sir, but on a totally unrelated note, how would my grade be impacted if my partner was suddenly mauled by a car over the weekend and was unable to complete the project with me?” You spoke, voice deadpanning, as your professor barely restrained in a smile while Jason looked at you with an empty expression.

“I would say that would be a fail as you missed the premises of ‘working with a partner’, as well as some serious legal consequences.” He replied, somehow maintaining a serious look as he spoke.

“That’s great to know sir.” You spoke, nodding along before he dismisses you both, leading you to quickly walk out of the classroom, breathing out a sigh of relief as you see Barbara leaning against the wall, busy on her phone, waiting for you to come out.

“What took you so long,” She asks as soon as she hears your sigh, pocketing her phone, and linking her arm with yours,

“I swear to God, one day, I might as well skin him – “

“Look, if I had known before that you could be so dramatic, I would’ve told you to choose drama as your major.”

“Ha. So funny. It’s just – fuck him.” You say the last part under your breath as you turned around to see nobody in the empty hallway.

“You two are really something else.” She states, making you roll your eyes.

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

“It’s supposed to mean that you and Jason are really annoying. And petty.”

“Well, he’s the one that needs to contradict and compete against every single fucking thing I say, every single fucking time! It’s really fucking annoying,” Barbara only rolls her eyes in amusement. “And Gordon paired us up together for this project, and, God, I just can’t do anything with him without wanting to punch him in his stupid face.”

“I know, and that’s exactly why Gordon paired you both up, he really likes you both and he wants you both to stop having this weird rivalry between each other.”

“Wait. You knew?”

“Well yeah. I’m his daughter.”

“Well, why didn’t you tell me then?”

“Because I like seeing you suffer.”

“You know, you’re a terrible friend.”

“Thank you,” She replies, with a small laugh, before she links her arm with yours again and whips out her phone to frantically shoot another text as she lets out a deep sigh. “Where is Steph? She took my car this morning and said she’d pick us up.”

“You let her drive your Bentley?” You ask, surprised she would give Stephanie one of her most prized possessions.

“Yeah, I know,” She spoke, absorbed in her phone, “But, she promised me that she would keep it safe, and we all know that I will kill her if something happens to it.”

“I do.” You reply, a small laugh escaping your lips before a blue Bentley pulled up in front of you both, causing Barbara to quickly pull open the door and shuffle inside, leaving you to chuckle to yourself before making your way to the back seat of the car, the blaring music making you wince as you enter the car but Babs quickly turns it off as both of you settle in.

“See! Your car is perfectly fine, just like I told you it would be!” Steph smugly announced, her blonde curls bouncing wildly as Barbara stared at her unimpressed, before both of them fall into their routine bickering as, this time, Babs begins to criticise her driving and apparent ‘mishandling of the most precious thing to me’, while you only roll your eyes at their antics before pulling out your phone to scroll through the messages you’ve missed throughout the day.

“Hey,” Steph’s voice shakes you out of your thoughts as you meet her eyes through the rear-view mirror, “What’s up with you today?”, her seemingly innocent question provokes a snicker from Babs – to which she receives a smack on the shoulder from you.

“What?” Steph inquires further.

“Nothing, why don’t you ask miss ‘I-fucking-hate-Jason-Todd’ here.”

“Fuck off, Barbara.” You grit out, glaring at her through the rear-view mirror.

“God, both you and Jason actually act like children,” Stephanie chimes in, “You’re both almost the same but you both compete against each other against every little thing – “.

“Are we done talking about Todd?” You retort, ignoring Steph’s comment, “I have better things to do than think about him.”

“Mhmm, sure.” Barbara winks at you and it takes a lot for you not to launch at her right there, in the car but Steph draws your attention away by babbling about some boy she met in her criminology class and the conversation in the car gradually fizzles out, until Steph asks,

“You guys heard about the party this weekend, right,” A matching ‘yes’ from you and Babs prompts her to continue, “Well, you’re going then, right?”

“I don’t know, but why’re you so pressed about it?” Bars questions, with a raised eyebrow.

“No reason, I’m just curious.”

“It’s Tim, isn’t it?” This time, you pipe in, and Steph almost yells,

“No. No, it’s not!”

“Oh my god. Of course it is.” Babs laugh echoes with yours as you eye Steph in the rear-view mirror, to see a blush dusting her cheeks as she quiets down.

“Whatever, are you coming or not.”

“After this conversation, yeah I am.”

“God. I hate you both.”

Standing in the corner of the party, nursing a red solo cup of something that burns your throat when you drink it, you regret not saying anything in the car against attending this party.

You’re currently standing alone, both Steph and Babs have completely disappeared into crowd, as Dick had shown up and quickly whisked her away as soon as you all entered the apartment, whereas Steph has promised to get you a drink about twenty minutes ago but never came back and as you try to block out the reverberating EDM music blasting through the room, you make your way towards the kitchen to re-fill your cup (the one that you went and got yourself), before something catches your attention in the peripheral vision.

It’s a wispy haired girl, her eyes smudged with mascara, backed against the wall of the kitchen – away from the main crowd, you could pick from her body language a sense of uncomfortability as she was drunkenly shaking her head at a man who towered in front of her, making you stop in your tracks to watch the scene unfold right in front of you, before quickly changing your course towards their direction, already knowing the identity of the man in front of the girl, without seeing his face.

“Hey, Cyrus, get the fuck away from her!”

As soon as you reach them, and the words leave your mouth, another raucous voice speaks at the same time as you.

“What the fuck are you doing?”

Cyrus and the girl in front of him stop at their hushed conversation, to look away from each other and face you both while you also look at Jason – with a shocked expression – standing next to you and before you can say anything, Cyrus lets go of his hold on the girl before turning to glare at you.

“I don’t see how any of this is any of your business?”

You restrain yourself from physically hurling at him and fist your hands at your sides before looking at him with an unimpressed look.

“I don’t see how any of this is your business either, Beck? Thought daddy said that he’ll pull you out of school if he had to deal with your stupid behaviour again, or did you forget about it?”

“I swear to god – “

He tries to step closer to you but Jason steps in front of you before he can do anything else, and mutters,

“How about you fucking walk away before something worse happens?”

Beck shrugs of Jason’s hold on him before walking away and pointing a finger at you.

“You’re such a fucking bitch, you know that?”

“Should’ve said that to your daddy when he said I was best fucking person he’s ever met.”

He looks at you wildly and is about to retort before one of his friends pulls his attention to a game of beer-pong happening in another corner of the party and the whole scene stops for a second. You watch with a held breath as within a fraction of a second, a cocky smile overtakes his face and his shoulders relax as he runs his hands through his dark hair, leaving with his friend and you quickly turn around to see the girl, still standing there, her arms wrapped around her body and a shocked expression on her face.

It takes you a second, but you manage to gently coax her to the hallway outside the apartment and Jason (unbeknownst to you) follows in your footsteps.

“Do you want me to call you a cab, or can I drop you off?”

She shakes her head and is about to say something before Jason interjects,

“I can take her home.”

Both you and the girl turn around and stare at him and you quickly shake your head, diverting your gaze away from him,

“It’s fine Todd, I’ve got this.”

He sighs.

“Will you just let me help her?”

“Well, I’ve already told you that I’ve got this under control, so I don’t see why you’re being so – “

“Oh - uh, you don’t have to worry about me, I can uh – go home myself.”

“No. I – uh mean, let us take you home just to make sure that everything will be okay.”

A meek smile overtakes her face as you squeeze her hand lightly and you offer a half-smile in return.

“Us?” Jason’s voice perks up and you turn around,

“Well, I don’t have a car. If you want, I can come with you and drop her off at her place but – “

“Yeah, sure. Come on.”

His voice is clipped as he moves past you both, turning around the end of the hallway, leading you both to quickly follow him as well.

“Wait. I never asked you for your name.” You gently rest place your hand on her shoulder, making her stop and quietly giving her name,

“It’s Anna.”

...

By the time you’ve left Anna’s apartment complex, the small talk in the car dwindles down as you both sit, unnerved in the dimmed light of the car, the silence suffocatingly awkward. It doesn’t change until he pulls up to the curb, facing the entrance to your apartment building.

“Thanks.”

It’s quiet enough that you didn’t expect that he’d actually hear you. Let alone, grab your wrist before you leave, an incredulous expression on his shadowy face.

“Thanks? That’s it. You’re not going to say anything about what’s just happened?”

“Well, what the fuck do you want me to say.”

“I don’t know.”

“Well neither do I. Look. Thanks for dropping me off and Anna. That’s it. I don’t have anything else to say to you.”

He doesn’t say anything and let’s go of his hold on your wrist before you quickly slip out of the car, not realising the force at which you push, slams the door shut, making you internally wince. But in your peripheral vision, you can see he doesn’t look at you, with his face staring forward and grip tight on the wheel.

His car’s gone further and turned the corner before you’ve even made it to the entrance doors, and you breath in the cold October air, letting the wind whip across your bare skin, goosebumps rising while standing in a pathetically insulating satin dress, your thoughts pummeling through your mind without fully understanding them and you sigh again.

“What did you say to him after that?”

“Babs, I’m already – “

You stop midway through your hushed conversation with Barbara to see a disheveled Jason noisily weave his way through the shelves, towards the table at the back of the library you had occupied with Barbara.

“Sorry, I – “

“If you weren’t really going to care about this assignment, you should’ve said something before showing up thirty minutes late.” You deadpan, voice steely and brows furrowed.

“Will you fucking listen to me?” he breathlessly cuts you off from saying anything else as he drops his books on the table.

“I’ll head out now.” Barbara mutters to you, squeezing your arm and slinging her bag over her shoulder before quietly slipping out of sight. You rested your chin in your propped arm, waiting for Jason to continue,

“Well, what’s your excuse?”

“I don’t have an excuse. I was caught up in call with my father, it ended up being longer than I expected.”

You stare at him for a moment, his eyebrows also furrowed and hair sticking in all directions as he breathes heavily.

“Whatever, just complete the outline of notes I made for you.” You replied, pushing pieces of sticky notes and highlighted papers, that you had been picking at for the past half hour, towards his direction.

In about fifteen minutes, you’re both working in relative silence apart from the occasional remarks on the thesis and clarification on handwritings. There’s also been the perpetual looks on Jason’s part, and regardless of how much you try to block them, it itches at you to confront him about his irritating tendency.

“What Jason? What do you want now?”

His expression is firstly, taken aback, and then he coughs before asking,

“Did you ever talk to the girl after the party?”

You nod slowly, eyes still trained on the table, curving letters on colour-coded sticky notes before replying,

“Yeah, Stephanie’s their R.A, so I went and checked up on them the day after the party, she’s doing fine.”

You think that’s the end of his curiosity, but the pit of anxiety in your stomach and his next question, makes you internally want to bang your head against the alder wood table.

“And, uh, what about Beck?

Now, you stop writing with your pen and look up at him instead, resting your chin on your propped hand again, with a bored expression splayed on your face to try and detract from the internal anxiety, for both yourself and him.

“What about him?”

He doesn’t say anything at first and for a moment you think he might snap like he did in the car a few nights ago, but he only closes his eyes in frustration as you cock your head to one side.

“If you’re wondering if he’s going to face consequences for what he does – then no.”

There’s no verbal response except for a quizzical expression and you almost roll your eyes at him.

“I swear to God Jason, do you live under a fucking rock?”

“I just – look if you’re gonna be a bitch about it, then fucking leave it.”

“Maybe if you’d like to stop yelling in the goddamn library, I can fucking say something.” You almost hiss at him, voice seething as you both glare at each other.

“Anyways, you probably know that Beck’s the son of the headmaster, yeah, yeah, anyways, he’s always been a fucking creep around parties, but he’s never like you know, ever gotten that far.”

Jason raises an eyebrow at your hushed whispers.

“Like, he just trails around parties looking to either fight someone or just annoy them the fuck out but usually someone stops him before he can do something worse. But, still doesn’t mean that he isn’t a fucking asshole anyways – and his dad and him have like the worst fucking relationship ever, he’s threatened to pull him out a bunch of times of school because he’s so shit.”

You lower your voice even further at the last past, that you’re not sure if he can even hear you.

“How do you know all this?”

You shake your head and trail your eyes back to the unfinished notes in front of you.

“That’s unimportant. He’s a whiny trust-fund brat and I don’t know why someone hasn’t punched him yet.”

That silences Jason for a moment. And the moment doesn’t last long before your phone’s alarm blares through the silence of the library and you quickly move to silence it and Jason eyes question you but you don’t respond, instead move to disorderly throw all the pens and highlighters into your bag and grab as many papers you could in one go before quickly whispering,

“I’ve gotta go.”

“Wait – “

“Look. I promised I’d help a friend out with something. I’ll let you know when I’m free again.”

Jason doesn’t have a chance to say anything else before you’ve flitted through the haze of bookshelves out of view.

“What happened to the guy your dad set you up with?”

“Darian?”

Babs doesn’t look up from her place on the vanity table as she touches up her makeup while you’re sat on the table with a plastic fork prodding the edges of one of the Halloween themed chocolate cakes Babs attempted to bake for the party.

“Yeah, the one with the hair, right?”

“The hair?”

She casts a pointed look at you through the mirror, but you only take in another forkful of chocolate icing before answering,

“Yeah, he had like the most voluminous hair I’ve ever fucking seen.”

“Really? Well he had the most boring personality that I’ve ever fucking seen.”

She barely contains a smile at your comment while her own snarky comment elicits a snort from you but before you can say anything else, the frantic clicking of Stephanie’s (beloved) d’orsay heels against the linoleum floor followed by her quickly making her way into the dimly lit bedroom causes the room to fall into silence.

“You’re not ready yet?”

Her voice holds an accusatory tone and Babs quickly scoffs,

“I’m trying. But somebody keeps distracting me by asking unimportant questions.”

“Excuse me. I’m trying to be a good friend and keep up with my friend’s life.”

“Please. It sounds more like you want to know more about Darian.”

Before you can retort to her statement, Steph’s voice cuts in,

“Darian? Who’s that?”

“A guy I went on a date with a while ago.” Babs replies with a roll of her eyes, pulling out a scarlet lipstick tube from her make-up bag.

“ – That your dad set you up with.” You finish for her and Stephanie laughs.

“Since when is Professor Gordon a dating guru?”

“Since fucking never,” Babs replies, this time, twisting the cap of her lipstick. “It was just some guy in the forensic unit that he probably felt bad for being single and alone, but he shouldn’t have, ‘cause he didn’t have a fucking personality even if he tried.”

“Well that sucks. Anyways, are you both ready?” She pulls out her phone out of the bag she’d brought and starts typing.

“Or, you know, at least tried to be ready?” This time, she eyes you pointedly and you let out a noise of protest while stuffing another forkful of chocolate cake in your mouth.

“I’m sorry not all of us have devoted our whole fucking lives curating every Halloween costume known to man!”

This was something you’d noticed since you’d come back to Gotham and had been forced to attend Halloween parties – nearly everyone you’d encountered was practically obsessed with the celebration – and one of those people was Barbara. So much so, that every year she held a Halloween party and planned it more profusely than you’ve ever seen her do anything else. Her love also came with a heightened scrutiny for your enthusiasm – or lack thereof – for the holiday.

Which was why you were currently sat, dressed in a black boat neck dress with a flimsy witch hat resting on your head as you decimated one of Babs’ rejected Halloween cakes – yet the worst part was that it was currently early December (midterms being pushed back made it impossible to have it in October) and the last thing you’d wanted was to attend this party but Babs had personally threatened to drag you there to complete her and Steph’s wish of doing a group costume.

“It’s only you, you know.” Steph retorts, head cocking to one side and blonde curls hanging over her shoulder, “Now, let’s go, let’s go!”

About three hours later, you’ve found yourself nursing a cup of cheap bar (the number, you’re pretty sure that you’ve lost count of), eyeing a clique of literature students, who are currently in the midst of an argument while you stand in the corner of the room, trying to avoid them recognizing you out of their peripheral vision.

“What’re you doing?”

“What the – “ You quickly turn around to see a tall figure dressed in black staring down at you quizzically, and then you realize that it’s Jason Todd.

“Todd, what the fuck do you want.” You hiss – not at all in the mindset to have a conversation with him at the moment – while trying to remain quiet enough so that you don’t attract any unwanted attention.

“I should be asking you,” He taunts back. “You’re the one sulking around the party and hiding in places.”

You don’t try to reply to his response but offer another front of argument that throws all sensibility of your previous claim of not wanting to fight Jason out of the window.

“I don’t fucking understand, why can’t you just leave me alone?”

“Don’t flatter yourself. I’m just trying to talk to you and you’re blocking everyone’s way.”

“Well, I’m not moving. So, they can find another way.”

“Are you fucking serious,” His voice raises. “You’re actually acting like a – “

“Shut up. Will you.” You hiss, pushing both of you further into the corner, so the bi-fold doors hide you better from the view of the group.

“What are you – “

“Morgan and his stupid friends keep trying to argue with me about some shit literature and won’t leave me alone.”

“Why?” There’s an edge to his voice which you pretend not to hear by avoiding his eyes.

“Beats me.”

He falters at the hostility of the comment – or lack thereof and you don’t say anything else but instead move to carefully peer pass the maple doors to scan for the group you’ve been avoiding amongst the mass of people in the room and as soon as you can’t see them you quickly move past Jason, to the to the cantilever staircase, without registering Jason’s footsteps trailing behind yours until you’ve reached the top and the overwhelming music and yelling from the party subdues a little and you let out a breath of relief before you see Jason also reaching the top of the stairs.

“Are you fucking following me?”

“No. Barbara and Stephanie were looking around for you and I was helping them.”

That lessens your anger a little and then confusion settles.

“Why?”

“I wanted to apologise to you.”

You let out a breath you didn’t know you were holding in and find yourself a little speechless.

“I – I meant why were they were looking for me but go on.”

“Oh,” You think you see his cheeks tint pink a little but with the dim lighting dancing shadows on his face, you’re not sure. “Well, I wanted to say sorry about the last class we had with Gordon.”

He takes a pause to slightly mess with his hair by running a hand through it.

“You were right about Bukowski – I – I don’t know why I said all of that shit.”

Looking back at this moment, you think it’s not your brightest because somehow his rather heartfelt confession falls almost deaf on your ears and somehow the narrative in your mind shifts to something else entirely.

“Is this some sort of joke, Todd?”

“What?”

“Did Morgan put you up to this shit? I know you and I don’t get along but siding with him is real fucking low, you know?”

“I – “

“I can’t fucking believe that you’re listening to all their bullshit and agreeing with them. It’s so – “

“No. What the fuck is wrong with you?” He cuts you off and his voice raises considerably. “I’m trying to fucking apologize to you and all your doing is being a bitch again.”

That silences you, but he continues.

“You know, I’ve tried. I’ve tried everything to understand what I did to fuck up with you, I’ve asked Barbara and Stephanie and – just, fuck, why did I listen to Dick?”

He mutters the last part, but you catch it anyway but still no response forms in your head at all, instead new questions pop-up as Jason runs another frantic hand through his ruined hair before quickly thundering down the stairs, leaving you…

You’re not quite sure what you’re feeling but cold is one of them as you pull the pathetic lace sleeves down your arm to try and warm yourself but nothing happens and maybe you feel your eyes too heavy to keep open as tears brim at the corners.

“Hey – are you okay?”

Babs’ voice causes your head to snap upwards as you watch her quickly scaling the stairs, eyebrows furrowed together, and you offer no response until she reaches the top and extends her arms to pull you into a hug.

“You were right. Halloween really isn’t your holiday.”

“Could you please stay behind for a moment?”

Gordon asks of you as you’re heading out of the hall, and the pit of anxiety resting in your stomach throughout the class, blooms further as you wait on the side until all the hall empties and its just you and Gordon.

He doesn’t say anything for a while, until he finally sighs and looks at you with a hard expression – one you’re all too familiar with from when you were little –

“Concerning Jason,”

You nod. Since your argument two days ago, you haven’t seen him, and the guilt seeped in farther when his spot well behind you remained empty the entire lesson.

“He’s pulled from your partnership.”

“W-what?”

“He came to talk to me, saying that he can’t continue to work with you anymore on any further projects, and the last one I paired you up on should definitively be the last.”

“Sir, I – “

“Look, I don’t like to meddle in the private lives of my students, but this situation is too tiring for me not to say that whatever problem you and Jason have; fix it. I always find both your work fascinating and that goes for the assignment you both submitted before and I simply cannot allow your own vanities to cloud judgment over the fact that you and Jason are paragons at literature and in my books, are too quick-witted to allow this talent to be lost amongst petty arguments.”

“I know, I – “

“So, I hope you’ll resolve this issue before next week’s lesson?”

“I – yes. Yes, I will.”

“Good. You’re dismissed.”

“Can I come in?”

The situation that you’re currently in rolls over you in waves of guilt and anxiety as you stand in front of Jason, in a beige coloured hallway as he idly stands with the apartment door halfway open, hesitant at your words or more so at how you’re standing in front of his apartment with worn boots and a heaving chest. You’d finally taken heed of the advice offered from Gordon, Steph and Babs and even consulted Dick and mulled it over with your own guilt before trekking all the way to his apartment.

“Sure,” His voice sounds removed – apathetic enough that you have to refrain from wincing, as he opens the door further to let you in. “Are you okay?”

You don’t hear him as your boots echo against the hardwood floor as you enter the apartment building and the sudden realization that this is the first time you’ve seen his apartment settles in as you eye the dimly lit space, with books scattered on the coffee – most of them are torn, something you’ve always found a little endearing, though you won’t admit it. The room is an oddly home-y mixture of warm beige's and deep browns that you would’ve kept staring at if he hadn’t called out your name again.

“What?”

“I asked, are you okay? You’re red in the face and panting.”

“Oh, oh, yeah, I walked all the way here and the elevator was out of service, so I used the stairs.”

“Why did you walk, nearly twenty blocks?” He furrows his brows and you let out of a puff of annoyance.

“I – listen, I don’t want to argue with you,” You take a step closer and calm yourself before starting. “You – you were right, I was being a complete and total bitch to you without reason at that party and before that. It’s just – “

You stop, and release a chuckle before awkwardly asking, “I’m gonna need a drink to get through this, do you have any?”

Nearly fifteen minutes later, not as drunk as you need to be, but enough that it gives you courage to finally stop beating around the bush and talk to him so you move to see him also standing facing the open windows to the evening sky, the sun setting against the horizon as dusk settles and you motion for him to sit on the floor as you are and he slowly complies.

“Look, I know I’ve been hostile towards you since – “

“Why?” He interrupts, not looking at you and you sputter a little. “Why have you been so hostile to me.”

“Well, you should know, none of it was your fault – well, not directly.” You sigh.

“College was my chance to start over. You don’t need to know all of the other shit, but I just thought that this whole experience would make everything okay and I wouldn’t need to fight for every single thing in my life just to end up being sub-par. And, it was going great.” You slightly chuckle to try not to choke on your words.

“That was, until you came along with your prodigal capabilities in literature and it felt like everything was falling apart again. Because somehow, suddenly, I wasn’t Gordon’s favourite anymore and I wasn’t at the top of the class – and somehow, I wasn’t enough.” Your voice is a little more choked now as you kept looking forward, even though Jason had started watching you now.

“It just was like my entire belief system just got turned upside down.” You release a breath and let the silence settle after your words.

“Fuck, I just unloaded a crap-ton of shit onto you, and you probably don’t understand any of it. I mean, I’m drunk so I don’t understand either.” You laugh and try not to cry, even though you’re pretty sure you will.

“No, I think I understand sort of, too,” He replies, voice softer than you expected and you’re more surprised to see a small smile gracing his lips. “You’re not completely wrong about the whole belief system thing there, you know, Gordon’s classes meant the same thing to me too and I just wanted to enjoy something without having to fight my way for it but boy, did you make that hard.”

A breathy chuckle escapes you as he stops talking and you both sit in the silence until he pipes up again,

“If we’re trying to mend this whole thing then maybe you should want this back too,” His voice is cryptic as you furrow your brows in confusion and stare at him with a lost expression as he stands up to walk away and disappear into the hallway, out of your sight before quickly returning with something clasped in his hand while you raise an eyebrow at him.

“You dropped this in my car when we were heading back from the party with that whole thing with Anna. Dick found it the next morning and had a whole field day about it.”

In his palm, rests a single earring piece shaped like an olive branch which you thought you’d lost in the chaos of the party and you almost laugh.

“You know, I’m gonna pretend this isn’t too creepy and thank you for giving it back.”

“I was trying to give it back to you but you never wanted to have a single conversation with me so,” You roll your eyes before picking up the earring and hooking it back through your ear even though you didn’t have the other one on.

“Right, I get it, I suck.”

That causes him to laugh as he settles back down again next to you and he doesn’t look at you before saying,

“No, you’re not as annoying as I originally thought.”

You echo a ‘hey’ and lightly punch him and the silence envelopes you both – softly, and there’s a moment of peace you think you’ve both settled in and it feels nice.

le fin

(pt.2 will come)

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He’s Lost - Bakugou Katsuki - Part 3

Bakugou x f!reader

Warnings: fluff, sexual mentions, smut, 18+, daddy kink, fingering (fisting?), f!receiving, alcohol, cursing, LONG WRITING PIECE, Bakusquad a teensy wheensy bit ooc, BAKUGOU BEING A BIG ASS SIMP

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Summary: After the classroom moment, Katsuki’s been doing everything he can to get you back. You’ve both come to terms as friends who are mutually pining for one another, but how long will it take to finally be found by one another?

A/N: Y’all I just have to keep saying thank you to all of you. The love and support is incredible and I never expected my one shot to be so likeable. Anyways, this piece is what will bring the whole story together. Just HELLA fluff. Hope you enjoy!

A/N: If you guys are curious as to what I put for Y/N’s quirk, I’ve titled it Phoenix. She has all the abilities of a Phoenix, like fire powers, regeneration, and flight ability with beautiful wings of fire that can come out on command. Honestly, her quirk isn’t really a big deal in the story but if you wanted to know, there you go.

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4

“YOU DID WHAT?!”

“I fucked her in the classroom,” Bakugou so calmly said while taking a sip from his water bottle.

Kirishima felt like he was gonna faint. He told his friend to talk to her so they could make up. He didn’t expect him to dick her down.

“Wow Kacchan, didn’t know you were an exhibitionist,” The electric blonde said while nudging Bakugou in the arm with his elbow.

“I’m not......well-“

“Katsuki” Kirishima said with a warning tone because he did NOT want to hear about his friend’s kinks.

“Right. Anyway, it was fine. No one was there...actually why weren’t you guys there? We all had class you idiots.” Bakugou asked.

“Mr. Aizawa told us the day before that we were going to meet up in gym gamma for an all day training sesh. So we were all shocked when one of our best fighters didn’t show.” Kirishima explained.

“Well nobody told me we were having an all day session.” Bakugou complained.

The group then raised their phones showing the texts sent to the group chat the boys of the Bakusquad shared.

8:47 a.m.

🦈 : Bakugou, tmr is all day training in the gym. Make sure you’re there

11:21 a.m.

🕷: You gonna be in the gym wit us tmrw Bakugou?

2:10 a.m.

⚡️: Sooo we’ll see u in the gym tmr Kacchan?

After some silence and Bakugou’s soft “oh,” Bakugou asked another question. “Well why wasnt Y/N there then?”

“Just like you, the girl wasn’t in class the day before so she didn’t know. She spent the day interning with Hawks.” Sero stated while taking a break from his bag of chips.

‘Hawks huh? Guess it made sense. You both had bird-like quirks, so you guys go well together’ The blonde thought to himself.

“But enough of why you weren’t there, tell us what happened with Y/N,” Sero added on.

“The hell? Why are you so invested in how I fucked her?” Bakugou said with attitude.

“Not that man,” Kirishima intervened, “we wanna know what happened after.”

“We also wanna know which desk you fucked on so we could avoid the cum splatter.” Kaminari said, earning a wack to the back of his head from Sero.

“Well I thought we were gonna make up and get back together,” Bakugou started and the trio of boys stared right at him as if he was going to open some buried treasure.

“But I guess she’s not ready for the relationship again. At least not yet. She said she wanted some time and then she’ll come back to me. All I gotta do is wait.” Bakugou said while getting comfortable in his spot on the common room couch.

“Says who?” Kaminari added.

“ ‘scuse me?” Bakugou asked.

“Who says all you gotta do is wait?” Bakugou looked at his idiotic friend.

“She did, Dunce Face.”

“Well you could wait for her, but if I was you, I’d still treat her like my girlfriend.” The electric blonde stated.

“Huh?” The entire group asked.

“Bakugou look. Give Y/N the time she wants, but you could still treat her like your girlfriend. It’ll remind her of the times you had and it’l-“

“I’m gonna stop you right there Kaminari.”

As the group turned towards the doorway, they saw Y/N. She seemed to have gotten back from some extra training considering she was still wearing gym attire and her duffel bag was still on her shoulder.

“Hey Y/N, just got back from the gym?” Kirishima kindly started up a conversation with the girl.

“Yeah. Had to take a shower there too to save some time. I’m heading back out to go on a late night patrol with Hawks after I drop off my bag, but I can spend 2 minutes to explain something to you, dorks.” You started walking towards the group, more specifically behind Bakugou’s seat.

“I’m gonna make this real simple. Katsuki and I don’t need a grand plan to get back together. We just need some time,” when you finally made it behind Bakugou, you gently wrapped your arms around Katsuki’s neck area, “besides, Suki knows I’ll always come back to him. He’s my one and only after all, right?” You said the last part while looking at Bakugou.

“Right.” Katsuki proudly replied.

You leaned in to give him a little hug from behind and pecked his cheek before walking off to your room.

Katsuki couldn’t help but smile and watch as you walked away. He knew you guys would end up back together. All he has to do is wait. But his moment was ruined by a certain dunce face.

“Damn dude, what the fuck kinda dick did you give her to get her to act like that with you?” He shockingly asked.

“SHUT UP!” Bakugou screamed as his two other friends laughed.

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Ever since, Bakugou and You grew closer and closer. To others, it looked like exes who stuck to being friends. Best friends, if anything. Y’all played together as best friends, fought and bickered like best friends and looked out for each other and loved one another like best friends. But in reality, you and Bakugou were just falling for each other even more day after day. Yes, it was clear to you both that you were already in love with each other, but damn y’all didn’t know love could grow so strong.

Bakugou stuck to his word though. He was doing whatever it took to get you back, and yeah. Maybe he took a little bit of Kaminari’s advice and continued to treat you as his girlfriend. The only difference was that he didn’t and couldn’t claim you so it kinda hurt him but he was ok because he knows what’ll happen in the end.

So now we have this Bakugou who’s at your every beck and call, even when you don’t call. Thirsty in the middle of class? Bakugou’s got your favorite drink with him on standby. Craving something special? Bakugou will learn how to make it for you. Tired after a hard day’s work? The angry Pomeranian was there to carry you back to the dorms. What a simp.

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*RIINNNGGGGGG*

And there goes the bell for class. As students walked into their respective rooms, the students of 1-A notice the two entering.

“And here comes Bakugou holding the door for his lady,” Kaminari spoke aloud.

“Hey man, they’re not dating, remember?” Sero reminded him.

“Yet. That’s the exciting part. 2 lovers, patiently waiting for each other. And Bakugou being so willing to drop everything just for Y/N, and Y/N willing to tussle through challenges for Bakugou. Ohh it’s so romantic!!” Mina said with a squeal and excitement.

“Bakubro really doesn’t want anyone else but her....they’re gonna get through this!” Kirishima hopefully said. “If they don’t I’ll beat his ass myself after all the shit I went through for this relationship. You know, THE RELATIONSHIP IM NOT EVEN IN!” He said loud enough for Bakugou to hear.

“Those idiots,” Bakugou growled. “CANT A GUY JUST SPEND SOME TIME WITH HIS GIRL WITHOUT SOME CRACKHEADS WHISPERING ABOUT US?!” He yelled at the group. But with that last comment, you raised your brow.

“So I’m your girl, huh?” You said with a sly demeanor.

This caused Katsuki to blush like crazy. “You know what I meant you little dumbass!”

“Yeah, I’m a dumbass. But apparently I’m your dumbass.” Your snide remarks were beginning to drive Katsuki crazy.

“Ok, that’s it!” With that, Bakugou grabbed your arm and dragged you away from the classroom before Mr. Aizawa came. As the 2 left the room, the boys of the Bakusquad knew exactly what was about to happen.

“Annnddd they’re they go. Off to a place of sweat and ecstasy.” Kaminari sighed.

Ever since that time in the classroom, you and Bakugou have had sneaky links here and there for the past few weeks. A little make out session in the kitchen, a little grinding in the common area, some receiving in many different places. However you were both cautious and made sure it never went beyond that. No vaginal penetration with a penis!

Though you both said you weren’t dating yet, it was obvious where you both would end up.

“What do you mean?” Mina asked.

“It’s nothing you have to worry about, just let them do them.” Kirishima explained.

Fortunately, only the Bakusquad boys were aware of these secret meetings. Once Bakugou told them of the classroom sex, they could tell whenever you two were interested in doing the deed with one another. They also steered clear from Bakugou’s desk. When they found out you both had gone to town on it, they made sure to never go near it unless they knew Bakugou cleaned it up thoroughly.

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“Mm...Suki..” you breathed out in between the heated kiss.

Here we are in the storage closet. Y/N seated on top of a small standing shelf with Katsuki standing over her and his fist deep inside her.

Katsuki was in the process of marking your exposed breast and enjoying the feeling of your soft walls around his hand. He couldn’t help but speed up his movements.

“P-please....slow down-“ you were cut off by your own moan and cry of pleasure as his fist hit a sensitive area.

“Oh c’mon, you know you love it. You also know you shouldn’t have given all that sass. You knew exactly where it would lead ya,” he spoke as he continued to bite and suck at your nipples. “But I bet you wanted this, didn’t you. You little slut.”

His fist sped up even more and went deeper than before earning loud cries to leave your mouth.

“Ahh...fuck! Y-yes! I wanted this so bad...ohh shit Suki!” You cried out. You felt the coil in your stomach tighten and Katsuki knew what was coming right from the look on your face. He quickly pulled his fist out and dropped his head down to meet your glistening cunt, and continued to finish you off.

“Shit....you taste so sweet.” Katsuki couldnt help but eat you out as if you were his last meal. He groaned as your hands went to tug at his hair to push him in deeper. As he stuck his tongue out to enter inside you, your hips moved on their own and began to grind against his face.

“Yes...yess oh my god..just like that Suki please,”

Katsuki was desperate for more and so his hand went to your clit. He viciously rubbed at it until your legs began to shake.

“F-FUCK!... oh yess...ah!” You let out.

“Let me taste you....come inside my mouth like a good girl and let daddy taste you.” Katsuki demanded.

And you did just that. You released the white honey all on his tongue and Katsuki lapped at every drop, sucking you dry. As he finished his meal he kissed your cunt and continued to kiss you up your body from you stomach to your chest to your neck until he reached your lips. He gave you a passionate kiss, all tongue and love, and you could taste yourself. He was right. You were sweet.

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During lunch, the Bakusquad, including Y/N, all ate together and had friendly conversations and arguments as usual.

“Man that steak hit the spot!” Kirishima exclaimed with a breath of satisfaction.

“I bet your already full too, huh Kacchan. Bet you already had your fill of Y/-“

*WHACK*

As the tray slowly slid off of Denki’s face after so rudely being thrown at him (curtousy of Sero) he was revealed to an angry Kacchan.

“Shut up dunce face!” Bakugou yelled.

“You’re one to talk Suki. If anyone should shut up, it should be the one with the booming voice.” You said as you ate your udon noodles.

“ME?!?” Bakugou exclaimed.

“Yes you ya dummy!” You retorted.

“You wanna go shitty woman?!?” Bakugou said while standing up now.

“Bring it on Blasty! I’ll take you on any day!” You replied while standing on top of your chair to beat his height.

‘Typical,’ the Bakusquad thought.

You guys would go from lovers to enemies in a split second with a besties vibe somewhere in between. The fun and teasing bickering went on like this for awhile and has been happening for awhile too. But at the end of the day, there was no real beef between you two of course. Just a mutual pining that involved some attitude.

“Man, you guys have so much energy. Cant you guys tone it down, we’re pretty sure you shouldn’t be so energized after you both just fu-“

*WHACK*

Sero was shut up with a tray (revenge from Denki) before he could finish his sentence and expose the soon to be lovers’s dirty secrets.

“I KNOW!” Mina popped up. “How about a beach day?” The pink alien girl suggested.

“Huh?” The entire group said while Y/N and Bakugou sat down again.

“A beach day! We all have pent up energy and some of us wanna relax so why not get everything out at the beach? Oou! And let’s go at night, it’ll be way cooler and so much more fun. Plus, that’s the best time for us to sneak out!” Pinkie explained.

“The hell do you mean sneak out dumbass? It’s a Friday, if we wanna go the beach, we can just go on Saturday, tomorrow.” Bakugou said.

“Jeez you moron, wheres the fun in that. Look this may seem a little wild since we’re hero trainees and all but how about we take a car to get to the beach?” Mina proposed.

“Mina, we’re under 18. We can’t drive.” Kirishima said.

“Legally. But Bakugou here knows how to drive! Remember that one time Mr. Aizawa made him pull the travel bus around the corner because he was too tired to bring it himself?” The alien girl reminded the group.

“Not only that, but Denki’s parents are outta town!” The girl added on.

“Oh yeah! We could totally take my Dad’s car! There’s definitely enough room in there!” Kaminari said.

The group was now starting to get excited. Except for one blonde of course.

“No way. Like you said Pinkie, we’re hero trainees. We can’t risk ruining ours or UA’s reputation just for some trip to the beach.” Bakugou said while downing his rice bowl.

“Aww c’mon man!”

“Whaaat but pleaseee!”

“Seriously dude?”

“Awwww :(“

The group all said in unison. But Bakugou wasn’t cracking. He wasn’t going to risk his career as a future pro just for a quick trip to some sand and sea.

That is until he felt a tugging on his sleeve. When he looked to his left he saw Y/N holding onto his sleeve with a pout and puppy dog eyes. His heart was about to blow.

“Please Suki?” You whined.

You basically embodied the “🥺” emoji. Bakugou had to turn away so he could deny your request.

“Mm mm” he said while staring out the window next to the table.

You let out a huff of frustration while looking towards your group of friends that were staring at you in desperation. You guys were going to get that beach day.

So you pulled onto Bakugou’s arm and pulled his side into your soft pillowy breast. You reached up and whispered into his ear to make sure no would could hear your next words. With a seductive voice, you spoke.

“Please daddy?”

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And now here we are. The Bakusquad currently on a road trip to the beach at 9:45 p.m. Y/N riding shotgun, Mina and Kirishima in the seats behind you, Kaminari and Sero in the third row right infront of the trunk, and Bakugou behind the wheel. He was just thankful that there was almost nobody driving around here or else they would’ve noticed this young group of teens driving late at night. He was also very thankful that during lunch yesterday, nobody noticed his raging boner after Y/N whispered in his ear.

“Oh my gosh!! We’re almost there!” Mina squealed from behind.

Although it was almost 10, the weather was still really warm so it would be a fun night. Just the moon, the stars, the sand and sea, and your best friends. Perfection.

“Oh! Suki, you missed the turn for the shortcut.” You pointed out.

“No I didn’t dumbass, we’re taking another shortcut.” Bakugou replied.

“Umm, says who exactly?” You retorted.

“The one driving this damn car, now settle your fine ass down before I kiss you.” Bakubitch replied with.

“Ok, just because you add a little flirt and flare to your reply doesn’t mean your in the right.” You stated.

“Oh but I think it does.” Bakugou came back with.

“Oh! Okay Bakubitch, I don’t know who you think you’re getting smart with-“

“I know exactly who I’m getting smart with, teddy bear.” Katsuki said with a smirk on his face.

“.....Fight me. Fight me right now.” You deadpanned while obviously joking.

“I’ll beat your ass any day of the week you shitty woman-“

“Except you’ll LOSE Bakubitch.” You added.

“You wanna fight that bad, huh shitty woman?!” Bakugou now started yelling in a very Bakugou manner.

“I do! I really do Katsuki! Bring it on Explosion boy!” You said

As you and Bakugou started going at it with your words in the car, the squad was starting to get a little tired of this endless pining. JUST DATE EACH OTHER ALREADY. Mina finally snapped.

“OKAY YOU KNOW WHAT?.....I’m just gonna say it.” Mina started with.

‘Huh’ You looked behind you while Bakugou took glances from time to time in his mirror to see Mina as she spoke.

“Why don’t you cut the horse shit, and get to the part where you admit your feelings for each other?” She added on.

“WHAT?!”

“Excuse me?”

“Oh spare me, spare me, spare me!” Mina went on with. Then, Kirishima joined in.

“Yes yes Y/N, he’s a brute, I know-“

“Hey!” Bakugou interrupted but Kirishima just continued.

“He probably reminds you of a bad relationship and gosh you’d like a real nice man to settle down with,” he added on.

“But admit it! You’re real curious to know what he’s like in the sack nowadays!” Kaminari joined in.

“You idiots are dead meat,” Bakugou said.

“And you! HA!” Mina began to speak. “Well you’re just a big man baby who’d rather act tough then show his true feelings because the last time you opened your heart, you got hurt.....OWIE” Mina said in a baby voice.

“And now,” Sero began, “rather than admit these feelings, you’re dancing around one another with this mind numbing and frankly boorish mating ritual.”

Mina spoke once more.

“So PLEASE, for our sake, either quit your bickering, or PULL OVER, TEAR OFF THOSE CLOTHES, AND GET IT OVER WITH ALREADY!!!”

(Silence)

“Aye, I said what I said.” Mina concluded with her hands up at her side in defense.

As Bakugou and Y/N blushed ferociously, the squad behind them finally settled until Bakugou sped up, swerved the car and hit the brakes.....he was parking.

“Oh look, we’re here.” He said.

As he turned around to look at the group, he saw his friends all mixed up and thrown around the van.

“You guys good?” Y/N asked as she turned around in worry.

“Ugghhhhhh.” Her friends replied, clearly a little bruised.

“Alright then, let’s get going!” Y/N said with a sweet smile and exited the car.

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After everyone had changed into their swim suits, everyone began setting up. The girls stayed behind with Denki to help set up the towels and seats and bring out the coolers, food, and tables. Bakugou, Kirishima, and Sero went out to collect firewood for the bond fire they were gonna make.

As you looked around the beach, you were glad that nobody was around. You guys could be as loud as you wanted, do what you wanted, and just have an awesome night. And the fact that this was a wild beach meant that there was so much more to do. You guys could go cliff diving, mountain climbing, or forest roaming. No lifeguards to stop you.

As the guys came back with fire wood, Mina and Denki pulled out the cooler.

“Hey guys~, guess what we have!” Mina said.

The group watched as Denki pulled out various beers, wine coolers, and a bottle of Hennessy and shot cups.

“Alcohol?” Kirishima asked, “where’d you guys get that.”

“We grabbed it outta my garage fridge. My family likes to turn up a lot so we also got some spares hanging around,” Kaminari explained.

You guys weren’t first time drinkers. You were high schoolers and you’ve been to parties so of course you guys have already had your first taste of alcohol. Hell, even Bakugou had some before. What can he say, he couldn’t help himself after he saw his friends seem to be enjoying themselves a little too much after getting drunk the first time.

As you started the fire with your quirk, everyone else began to get comfy near the blazing flame. Denki was the last to sit since he went to grab his acoustic guitar to play some tunes. When he finally sat down he began to sing a song.

“Let’s sit around the campfire and sing our campfire song! Our C-A-M-P—“

“NO!” The group all yelled.

“Oh alright!” The electric blonde huffed.

The group all laughed and Kaminari then began to play a chill melody on the instrument. The group was happy, laughing, enjoying themselves and having so much fun...well one of them did have something on their mind but nonetheless still enjoying themselves.

Faces were being stuffed with delicious food, alcohol was being passed around, rounds of shots were being downed like water, and everyone was having a good time. A little game of truth or dare started up and ended after Kaminari and Kirishima both threw up in separate bushes after being dared to kiss each other by Mina.

“Never again,” Kaminari said.

“Yeah I’m good with never having to get kisses from my bro again.” Kirishima sighed.

“Oh whatever you big wussies. It was a fun game while it lasted.”

Everyone laughed in agreement.

“Alright well,” Sero spoke, “we all came to the beach, why don’t we get to the main event. I’m gonna go for swim, you guys in?”

As everyone agreed they all started walking to the water. Well except for two people. As Y/N was walking to the shoreline, a hand stopped her as it grabbed onto her arm.

“You idiots go, me and Y/N are gonna join you later.” Bakugou said to the group and they all said their ok’s and went in. “You, come with me.”

As you and Bakugou walked back to the car, he asked you a question.

“So..you’re not drunk are you?” He asked precautiously.

“Just a little tipsy but I’m still in control. Still aware of everything, so no. I’m not drunk.” You answered.

“Ok cool.” He said as he got into the driver’s seat. Once you finally got in and buckled up, he drove off. In the middle of the drive, you asked him a question this time.

“Hey Suki? Where are we going?”

“I found a special place while I was looking for wood. I wanna show you.” He simply stated.

As he continued to drive off to wherever you rested your hand on the center between you and Bakugou and let your face sit in your right palm as you stared out the window. The songs playing throughout the car gave it a loving and chill vibe. You enjoyed the comfortable silence.

As you continued to stare off, you felt Bakugou’s hand intertwine with yours. You looked back and saw he was blushing while holding onto the steering wheel and staring at the road. Man, he was so hot. In nothing but his swimming trunks as he leaned into his chair and drove off. His defined abs and chiseled chest was definitely eye candy. His giant veiny hand gripped the wheel and his jaw was so sharp as he turned and looked around for other drivers. Yeah, Bakugou was definitely one of those people that looked attractive as hell when they began to drive. You looked down at your hands and squeezed his. You were really enjoying this car ride.

When the car came to a stop, you finally noticed how you were in the middle of the forest.

“Where are we Suki?” You asked him.

As he grabbed your hand he spoke, “just follow me teddy bear.”

You guys walked for what felt like a good thirty minutes until you came across.....a cave?

“I know it doesn’t seem like much but wait until you see the inside.” Bakugou said. As you walked in, you finally realized where he took you. A gorgeous crystal cave. Its colors were shining and its gems were sparkling. All the walls were covered except for the top where there seemed to be an opening. It was letting all the moonlight enter the cave causing the crystals to sparkle even more, including the giant pool of water at the center of the cave.

“Suki it’s beautiful,” you said in awe.

“Yeah, knew you’d like it,” He began.

You both sat down at the edge of the pool just dipping your legs in and enjoying each other’s company.

“Y/N.” Bakugou said.

“What’s up Suki?” You asked.

“I can’t help but keep thinking back to what Mina and the others said in the car.” He admitted.

“What? About pulling over and tearing off each other’s clothes?” You chuckled.

“No. About our feelings for each other.” Bakugou said as he just stared at the pool.

“Oh. That.” You calmly said with a hidden smile and soft blush.

Bakugou grabbed onto your hand before speaking again.

“Y/N I really, really, really, really, really love you....a lot. And I’m so sorry for everything I said and did,” Bakugou started.

“Suki....” you softly said while looking at him. You noticed he was staring down at your arm where your now tiny burn mark was. A scar that won’t be forgotten and a memory that was permanently burned into your skin. Literally.

You saw how Bakugou cringed at the sight of it.

“I am so, so sorry for everything. I don’t even know what I could say that could even make up for what I did. Every night memories of what happened keep coming back to me and I’m still in complete shock that I could even do that. To you of all people! The love of my life....I’m just really glad that you said you’d come back to me and that you gave me another chance to get close with you again. I know I said I would wait for you for as long as it takes but I don’t wanna wait anymor-“ Bakugou was cut off as you raised his head to give him a deep kiss. As he kissed you back, Bakugou put everything he couldn’t say as words into that kiss, hoping you’d understand.

When you finally pulled away, you leaned your forehead onto his while staring into his ruby eyes.

“I don’t want to wait anymore either, Suki.”

With that, Bakugou gave you the biggest smile you’ve ever seen. He pulled you in for another kiss and a tight hug.

“So....you’re mine again?” He asked.

“I was always yours Suki. You’re my one and only after all, right?” You teased.

“Right.” He proudly stated. Katsuki Bakugou finally got his girl back. He finally got his love of his life and his teddy bear. His world felt like it came back together again and he no longer felt lost.

After you both spent more time in the cave, exploring, finding all the gems, and enjoying your renewed and fixed love, you and Bakugou found yourselves back in the same spots you were sitting in when you first arrived.

With his eyes closed, chin resting on your head, and an arm wrapped around your waist, with you cuddled into his side and leaned onto his chest, you had a realization.

“Oh hey, Suki.” You said.

“What’s up teddy bear?” He asked with his eyes still closed.

“We never got to go swimming” you said with a pout.

As he opened one eye to look at you, he noticed your adorable pout and the simp in him came out along side with the devil.

“Alright then princess, let’s go for a swim. We have this crystal pool all to ourselves so why not?”

As you gleamed with excitement, you excitingly got up to jump into the water but before you could, Katsuki stopped you.

“Not so fast princess. Our little game of touch and tease is over now since your mine again. I wanna make up for lost time,” he said with a smirk.

“So you’re saying...?” Y/N asked confused.

“We’re going skinny dipping.”

At first it shocked you but then again, this is Katsuki we’re talking about. So you played his little game.

“Maybe your game of touch and tease is over but mine is still running.” You said with a smirk as you walk towards him. You placed your hand on his toned abs as you began speaking again.

“You wanna go skinny dipping Katsuki?” You then slowly went up to whisper in his ear.

“Then let’s get in daddy.”

As you walked away from him you started to undress yourself in a seductive manner. You started with your bikini top, pulled on the string to untie it and tossed it to the side. As you stepped to the pools edge, you did the same to your bikini bottoms and looked over at Katsuki. You didn’t fully face him as you spoke, but as you were holding up your chest pretending to cover yourself up, you showed just enough cleavage to get him riled up.

“You coming or not?” You teasingly asked before you stepped into the water letting its surprisingly warm temperature surrounded you. You had an idea and used your quirk to turn the pool into a hot spring. As the steam surrounded you, a blush from the heat began to show on your face and Bakugou couldnt hide his hard on inside his thin trunks. He undressed himself and entered the now spring.

A/N: YALL I DIDNT REALIZE HOW LONG THIS WAS SO THERE WILL BE A PART 4 COMING OUT RIGHT AFTER THIS ONE. I LITERALLY CANT TYPE ANY MORE SO STAY TUNED!!!

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I don't think I've seen this anywhere (and if you know of any fics that do have this concept, please link!), but what if the events of MDZS (all media) was actually based on history within a modern AU of MDZS?

So like, as an example, you have people speculating whether or not Wei Wuxian and Lan Wangji were lovers or not in the same way people do with some real historical figures today, some theories that say Nie Huaisang orchestrated everything that go mostly ignored by everyone except those in the #NieHuaisangDidIt community because it's Nie Huaisang, who is largely remembered as a relatively harmless sect leader, etc... Some even still think the Yiling Patriarch was pure evil, though the novel, shows, and audio drama have since made this an unpopular opinion to have.

And then there's Wei Wuxian, be it through reincarnation with regained memories or immortality, listening to all of this in the background.

“I'm just saying that you wrote your thesis on him, so of course you're biased,” Jin Guangyao said. “There's no way Nie Huaisang organised all this. Everyone in that period agrees that he was so stupid he could barely do basic additions!”

“I have a phd and I can't count either,” Nie Huaisang countered. “Listen, I tell you, the proof is all there if you just look.”

Of course, they weren’t called Nie Huaisang and Jin Guangyao, not in this life, but Wei Wuxian wasn't good with names. In fact, after centuries of being alive, he was worse with names than he'd ever been. Thankfully, this crowd Lan Wangji and him had become friends with didn't mind at all the nicknames he'd picked for them.

“And I can prove that Jin Guangyao didn't even die, and made a name for himself in Japan,” Jin Guangyao retorted. “There's this Han man who suddenly appears out of nowhere in the Japanese court, claiming to know great magic, and...”

“Yes, I've seen the movie too,” Nie Huaisang yawned, taking another sip of his bubble tea.

Jin Guangyao went red and purple, while Wei Wuxian tried to hide a snicker. If there was one sure way to piss of Jin Guangyao, it was by mentioning that recent movie that had come out, very loosely inspired by a series of blog articles he'd written years ago when he was still a student. The inspiration was loose enough that he hadn't been involved in the process at all, because the scenarist had pretended they just happened to have come to the same conclusion.

It wasn't a bad movie, Wei Wuxian thought. It wasn't a goodone either, but he quite liked the actor who played Lan Wangji in it (Wei Wuxian himself wasn't part of the plot, sadly, on account of being officially dead by then), and the fight scenes were pretty fun. Besides, he felt like Jin Guangyao should have liked it even better than he did.

The actor playing him was the tallest member of the cast after all.

“I hope you choke on your tea,” Jin Guangyao muttered, to which Nie Huaisang answered with a bright grin.

It was about to devolve into a fight (an animated academic discussion, Jin Guangyao would have called it) when Lan Xichen entered the boba place, radiant as always. She ordered her own tea (plain black tea but with extra sugar and the sweetest fillings available, as usual) and sat with them, apparently oblivious to the adoration with which Jin Guangyao and Nie Huaisang gazed upon her.

Wei Wuxian had a bet going on with Jiang Cheng about which man would ask her out first in this life. He also had a bet going on with Jin Ling regarding whether anyone would dare ask her out at all. Wei Wuxian would have tried to help the matter, but Lan Wangji wouldn't allow it, worried for his sibling. A needless worry, Wei Wuxian thought. Lan Xichen was doing well for herself in this life, and so were the other two. Going into academia had been a great way for them to channel their lingering resentment. Their fight had almost never gotten physical in this life.

“I'm sorry for being late, jiejie wanted me to help her order something from overseas,” Lan Xichen apologised, smiling warmly. “I hope I didn't interrupt anything important? You seemed to be chatting, no?”

“We were talking about Guangyao's movie,” Nie Huaisang cheerfully answered.

Jin Guangyao looked about ready to murder him, but Lan Xichen just laughed in that sweet, careless way of hers and in a second both men had forgotten their previous argument.

“Oh, that reminds me, I brought something that might make you laugh,” she said, digging into her handbag. “It's in your field of study... in a manner of speaking.”

She put a book on the table. On the cover were two handsome young men, one dressed in black and carrying a flute, the other in white holding a bright sword. Above them, bold characters professed that this book was called “The Founder of Demonic Cultivation”.

Wei Wuxian's drink went the wrong way, and he nearly died coughing on a tapioca pearl. When everyone was sure that he wouldn't choke so stupidly, they all turned their attention back to the book.

“What's that?” Jin Guangyao asked.

“It's a danmei novel,” Lan Xichen explained, a spot of red on her cheeks. “Jiejie lent it to me the other day, and as soon as I started reading I realised the subject was... familiar. It's about Wei Wuxian. The real one I mean,” she added with a smile to Wei Wuxian who pretended to be fascinated by his bubble tea. “It's, ah... very creative. It takes liberties with some of the events, but, ah, it's very well written.”

“Wonderful, more fiction,” Jin Guangyao muttered.

Meanwhile, Nie Huaisang eagerly grabbed the book and started browsing it with hungry eyes. He had theories about that, too. Mostly, about the exact nature of Wei Wuxian's relationship with Jiang Cheng, which he had once explained to Wei Wuxian with far more details than the immortal would ever have cared to hear... and he hoped Jiang Cheng himself would never hear about it.

In fairness to Nie Huaisang though, his arguments had been very convincing, and Wei Wuxian would have had doubts, if he hadn't been married to Lan Wangji for over a thousand years.

“Oh, Lan Wangji,” Nie Huaisang grumbled, closing the book and sliding it back toward Lan Xichen. “I suppose I see the appeal, but there's really no evidence whatsoever in their case, you know?”

“We know,” Lan Xichen said with an indulgent smile.

“Now, Jiang Wanyin and him, on the other hand...”

“You people are obsessed with romance!” Jin Guangyao complained. “His relationship to Jiang Wanyin was platonic!”

Wei Wuxian distractedly nodded. That was indeed true.

“And so was his relationship to Lan Wangji,” Jin Guangyao added with a disgusted glare at the book.

Wei Wuxian grimaced. That was very much not true.

“From the letters I've read, I think in today's world, the Yiling Patriarch would probably be asexual,” Jin Guangyao argued. “Not that I particularly approve of using modern terminology to describe the sexuality of long dead people, but if you consider everything we know about him, then... are you ok?”

“Peachy,” Wei Wuxian coughed, trying not to burst out laughing. Jin Guangyao's pride was still a delicate thing in this life. “Hey, Xichen-jie, mind if I borrow that book until we meet again? I think Lan Zhan would love it.”

“Sure, I don't see why not.”

Wei Wuxian grinned, and pocketed the book.

Lan Wangji and him were going to have a good laugh that night, as they always did whenever someone wrote a new story about them.

#nie huaisang #lan xichen #jin guangyao #wei wuxian #mdzs #I know nothing about academia and I'm too lazy to do research #wangxian later agrees that somehow the danmei is the one version that's closest to the truth #and that's how they find out that Lan Jingyi has reincarnated #jau writes

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DaveFarts - Episode 1 “FartsApp” [Episode List] Since he’s a gassy nerd, Dave teases his friend Tim via WhatsApp by sending him a series of short videos of him farting.

FartsApp

Being gay with a fart fetish is really hard sometimes.

For me at least.

While the world is definitely getting more open-minded about homosexuality, I can’t really force it to accept this weird fetish (to be honest, all fetishes are kinda treated like taboos, regardless of the sexuality involved). I had to settle for YouTube videos or websites devoted to this whole fart-sniffing thing; not that I’m complaining: it was good to discover that so many people actually had this fetish.

Cue Dave. Well, sort of, actually. He doesn’t have a fart fetish and he’s not even gay. Dave has been my best friend since forever. Unlike me, however, he’s straight and is currently dating some (lucky) girl.

Around my age, he’s like a brother to me, and we’re actually well-known because of how much time we always spend with each other.

Dave is a great guy, a great friend, very open-minded and, dare to say it, actually quite hot.

Not surprisingly, being the brother I never had, he’s the first friend I came out to, the only one who knows about my homosexuality. Actually, it’s not like I told him… he found out on his own, in the worst possible way (for me).

During one of our nerdy game-nights, being “that one gassy friend”, Dave started to rip -as usual- tons of farts, fueled by some junk food, until he ripped one directly in my face (and boy it was amazing…). Everything went downhill from there… kinda. For some reason or another… he just accepted all at once not only my homosexuality, but also the fact that I found face-farting… hot. He just laughed about it and honestly gave me some encouraging words about my peculiar situation, proving that he’s indeed the best friend ever. Oh… and he also literally farted for me after that, in my face, letting me sniff and enjoy his amazing rips; he can also fart on command apparently: got a taste of his talent that same night.

That one, surreal night.

I still can’t believe it happened.

Felt like a confused dream. Like one of those nights where you drink too much so you don’t clearly remember what happened. But it was all true.

Dave, my best friend, was perfectly fine with me, my fetish, and all this weird stuff.

Yes: I know how lucky I am.

It’s been 4 months since he found out.

And, believe it or not, I’m getting face-farted so often that I’m almost forgetting how beautiful it feels.

Seriously: Dave simply accepted it like I’m living in someone’s crazy fetish dream and, when we’re alone, he just casually farts in my face (without me asking for it). Not always, but very often.

Surprisingly enough, despite the fact that my nose spends a lot of time brushing against his denim-covered butt, our friendship didn’t change at all though: we still hang out with the rest of our friends and generally spend a lot of time together.

Sometimes I’m so in disbelief about how easy-going he’s been with me, that I randomly ask him “You sure you’re OK with… this?” (I say, gesturing all of me), but he just smiles or rolls his eyes annoyed, tired of hearing the same question over and over again. What can I say? He’s perfectly comfortable with his own sexuality I guess, so he doesn’t have any problem with my fetish.

Sometimes though -sorry I say this- I kinda wish he did…

No, I’m definitely not complaining. That’s the best possible scenario for me, but sometimes he can get a bit too… inopportune. Dave is not really a prankster, but he loves teasing his friends, just for fun, including me.

I was in the middle of an important exam once, one of these pop-quiz thingies that make zero sense, and I felt my phone vibrate. I checked my FB private messages and all I saw was this YouTube link sent by Dave. Since I’m a fool apparently, I clicked on it, and one of those popular YouTube fart videos popped up and played, one with really loud farts. The first fart actually echoed in the room and other students glared at me: never felt so embarrassed (not including the night Dave found out about my fetish).

“Dude! Stop sending me this stuff!” I texted him. “I’m in the middle of an exam here!”

I scolded him for this, but the truth is that I couldn’t ask for a friend more open-minded than him.

The fact that he teases him with fart videos like he teases our heterosexual friends with those “shock” porn pics made me feel more… accepted.

But still… I was in the middle of an important exam so he had to stop.

And he obviously didn’t.

He sent me like 10 other links, just to annoy the sh%t out of me.

I mocked him by texting something like “Those videos are quite hard to find. Guess you’re gay too then!” but he would reply with “I had a great teacher!” and send me one of my awkward photos from Facebook.

Other times, since our friendship didn’t change a bit, he even made random references to my homosexuality or even my fart fetish when messaging me to make plans for the night (especially during the weekend). This mostly happens on WhatsApp:

Dave: “Dude, you have to come with us. Stop being a whiny little bi*ch and get up from that couch!”

Tim: “Sorry, man. I don’t think I’ll be joining you tonight…”

Dave: “You know what? If you don’t come with us… you’re gay!”

Dave: “Sorry, I mean… if you don’t come with us, you’re a fuc*ing heterosexual!

Dave: "U ride pussy, don’t you? Fuc*ing straight people!”

He was obviously being sarcastic, but I just loved how he adapted his… uhm… “humor” to my situation.

One time, however, things got a bit… hotter for me…

Dave: “Dude, come over. We have a lot to study…”

Tim: “Sorry, really can’t today. Aren’t you with Dana right now anyway?”

Dave: “I need somebody to focus with, not focus on. You know me and Dana always end up in bed after like 20 minutes.”

Dave: “It’s awesome but this stuff ain’t gonna study itself…”

Yep. Dave and his girlfriend Dana apparently had a very active sex life.

Glad he was getting laid. And Dana was pretty cool to be honest.

Tim: “Dave, sorry. Maybe tomorrow, k?”

Dave: “Dude! Come on! I’m farting like crazy today!”

Did… did he just try to “bribe” me using his farting abilities?

Dave: “Seriously. I just ripped one that was like 10 seconds long. What a waste of farts!”

Tim: “Dave… are you crazy?”

Took a couple of minutes to reply to that one, and then I got two messages at once.

Dave: “Oh yessss, Tim, crazy for youuuuuu!” he wrote, with a heart emoticon at the end (again, he’s a sassy bi*ch as usual).

I then saw that WhatsApp was loading a video sent by him, an actual video, not a link.

It was Dave, a smirk drawn on his face while staring at the camera. He was wearing a simple black shirt. The view soon moved and I saw his slightly sagging-butt in jeans sitting on a wooden chair, and then heard this big fart echoing in his living room (he was alone), rumbling loudly and hard on the wooden surface. He even turned the camera to his face while he was forcing the “classic”-sounding fart out, making funny facial expressions; indeed, the fart lasted almost 10 seconds, and I obviously loved that: biggest farts I’ve ever heard from him in awhile! It was like watching those funny fartvines on… well… Vine, but having my best friend as the funny/hot farter this time.

Dave: “Hope that convinced you…” he then texted.

I was kinda… “offended” by that last message.

I mean, yeah, I seriously wanted to be there, but I always love spending time with Dave, farts or not (that’s why we’ve been friends since… forever).

Tim: “Are you seriously using farts to buy my friendship? It’s not like I don’t want to study with you. I just can’t today!”

Was that too harsh? Should I have added a smiley face at the end?

Only thing I was sure of, is that I never thought that a sentence like that would even make sense someday.

And I was still bewildered by how Dave was so comfortable with the fact that I loved farts.

Tim: “You don’t need farts to convince me, Dave. More like… you’re making me suffer!” I joked, finally breaking the ice myself with a reference to my embarrassing fetish, proving that I indeed wanted to be there with him, enjoying those farts.

Another couple of minutes passed.

Was he making another…?

Dave: “I know you’re suffering, Tim. Don’t worry. That’s why I’m sending you this.”

Oh boy, another video. Should I play it? Was he aware that I was getting a boner from all of this?

I literally pitched a tent in my pants.

There… it’s Dave again, this time sitting on the couch. The video started with his face winking at the camera with a sly smile; the camera then moved between his legs and slowly panned towards his butt in loose jeans (he probably put his legs on the small table in front of his couch, to make his butt more visible). Now I had a rather unique (and hot -for me) view of both his butt (and part of his crotch) in jeans and his face. He grinned wildly and the fart began, ripped right in front of the phone. The sound and the views were perfect; Dave moved the camera towards his butt as the fart kept going strong, sounding like a deep trumpet; I could see the detailed blue fabric of his jeans as the funny sounds continued. What a lucky phone!

It lasted around 8 seconds and it was simply the hotness.

The video ended with Dave laughing at the camera and all went pitch black.

Tim: “You’re insane, Dave!” I joked again, enjoying how crazy he was about this. And for me I guess.

But I had to tell him.

Tim: “Dave, you do know that all of this gave me a… well…”

But as I was halfheartedly writing the second part of the message, Dave wrote more stuff.

Dave: “Then go beat your meat! I can’t do everything for you, Tim.”

Dave: “And please don’t act like this is some kind of big deal…

Dave: "Wow, Tim got a boner! How impressive!”

Dave: “Let’s all bow to Tim, the mighty guy whose penis can turn bigger!”

Dave: “Behold, the Great Tim! The guy who once had a boner and had to tell everyone!”

Further proof that Dave was being the best friend ever.

He was clearly being sarcastic; he was joking. That was his way of telling me “Nah bro, it’s all good”. And I was kinda surprised that he was so… chill about this stuff. I literally had a boner because of him and he just… didn’t care. As I said, he’s very open minded and perfectly comfortable with his own sexuality, so he didn’t have the irrational fear of “turning gay” when doing this stuff with and for me. I also appreciated that he trusted me with those funny, but otherwise embarrassing videos.

After one or two minutes, I’ve received one big audio file and I just knew what I was going to get when I clicked the triangular-shaped button to play them.

I heard Dave singing my name like he was some kind of serial killer trying to find me.

Dave: “Tim… come here…”

I then heard a series of muffled noises, as if the camera was being put under something, and it was clear what: I in fact then heard the loud, audio-glitching sound of one big fart that lasted around four seconds.

Dave: “He’s waiting for you…” he sung again in that creepy tone of voice.

Another fart, just as big as the first one.

He was on fire that day!

Now I was both laughing like an idiot and having the biggest boner.

Tim: “Dude, you’re on fire! But… to be honest, that was kinda gay…” I chuckled.

Dave: “Says the guy who gets a boner when he hears a fart. You fuc*ing hypocrite.”

He then sent yet another audio file, with him singing that meme-song “I’m gay, gay, gay, I love long big c*cks”, but slightly changing the lyrics. He even put a karaoke version of it on his computer while recording the audio file.

Dave: “You are gay, gay gay, you love long big farts. ‘cuz you’re supah-super gay, and you love big…”

Fittingly enough, a huge fart from my best friend took over the last part of the song. Loud as usual, sounding like a deep chainsaw. I could just imagine how beautiful that was. But the best part was probably the fact that he was definitely farting for me. I know, not your usual “hot sexy” scenario… more like a “sweet” one, in a very twisted way of course.

I wasn’t obviously offended by that “gay song”, since I knew that Dave was just being silly as usual and his mocking words were definitely not mean-spirited.

Tim: “Aren’t you supposed to be studying right now?” I asked.

Dave: “I don’t know, aren’t you supposed to be here right now?”

Tim: “Dude, seriously. Thank you! But I’m serious… I really can’t today.”

Dave: “Alright… alright… cya tonight faggot…” he wrote, with a heart-shaped emoticon at the end.

I just rolled my eyes and chuckled a bit, then drove my attention to my own books.

This was going to be a long afternoon. But after only one minute of silence, my phone vibrated wildly: it was Dave and he was calling me. Very unusual in that moment.

“Uhm… Dave? Hello?” I picked up.

I was greeted by a series of “Dude, sorry!” and I was really confused.

“Dave… what?”

It was just Dave being adorkable I guess.

“Dude, sorry about that 'faggot'… that was bit too much, sorry. I shouldn’t have said that.”

I laughed in disbelief. “Bro, it’s OK. I’m not offended. I know you didn’t want to insult me or anything…”

“No, Tim. That one word is not a joke and I shouldn’t have used it, sorry.”

I was just… wow. Dave went from “dominant friendly farter” to “adorable/awkward confused puppy” in mere seconds. Further proof that I was the luckiest guy alive (fetish or not): Dave cared so much for me that he even apologized for the “f-word”, which admittedly is a very bad word for a guy like me. But this time it was coming from Dave, my best friend, a guy who cares so much about me that he would even “censor” his language just to avoid unfortunate implications.

Ironically enough, the roles were switched, and he was the one saying a rapid-fire series of “sorry!” this time.

“Dave, quit with the apologizing. You’re the best.” I chuckled. “We’re bros, that’s what we do: we insult each other!”

“Alright… you sure? Not going to use that word ever again though.”

“Dave… it’s OK. You’re the best.”

“OK… OK. See you tonight. Take care.”

And he hang up.

He just wanted to make sure that he didn’t accidentally offend me by calling me a “fag”.

I would have been, if it wasn’t coming from Dave.

But then again, he also said that he was going to kick in the face whoever dared to insult me.

And he said that before he found out the truth about me: he’s always been quite protective.

“Oh come on!” I shouted, almost annoyed, merely five minutes later, when I heard the phone vibrate one more time.

It was Dave. Again.

He sent another video.

I tried to scoff at it but I was obviously loving all of this instead.

He was lying on the couch, the camera focusing on his butt in jeans. I could see both his face and butt, at the same time. It was like he filmed the video imagining my POV when he farted in my face, and I absolutely enjoyed that.

“Alright, Tim… Sorry for calling you a faggot.” he spoke in a “comically” serious voice. He truly was “sorry”, but it was clear that he was trying not to laugh. “I’m really, really sorry, believe me.”

Keeping a straight face, he ripped an incredibly loud, deep fart at the camera. He didn’t bat an eye, blink or smile. He eventually lost it towards the end of that 6-seconds long blast. He chuckled a bit and then turned “serious” again.

“That was a sad fart… we’re both sorry.”

He then closed his eyes and made a funny face, signing in relief as he ripped another long fart, the lucky camera slowly panning towards the seams and textures of the blue denim covering his powerful sagging butt. It lasted almost 10 seconds: truly a fart master. And those weren’t even on command!

“Oh my…” I whispered, staring in awe at the amazing video.

“This one was on the house…” he chuckled, right before turning the phone to his butt one last time and ripping a short series of toots, grinning wildly, clearly forcing those smaller farts out just for me. And that was it.

My boner was definitely wet now as bits of that well-known white substance poured from the tip of of my “standing” dick, slightly dampening my boxers and pants. It was like a volcano going to explode. A volcano that, just like me, couldn’t take it anymore. I rushed to the bathroom and furiously beat my meat, almost strangling my rock-hard penis with a firm grip. I didn’t last much: I literally peed sperm, thinking of Dave’s farts. The best part is that I didn’t need to imagine anything: it was all real. I laughed in relief just as I felt my penis deflating like a balloon, after it vomited its white substance. It felt good, not “masturbation good”, like “life is good”. And it was.

My best friend, Dave, was this fantastic guy who, in his own, twisted way, was taking care of me, accepting me, making me comfortable with my fart fetish. A gassy, open-minded, mildly disgusting “bro” who only wanted to preserve our friendship.

And I couldn’t be happier.

End of Episode 1

#fart story #eproctophilia #fartkink #davefarts2 #gayfart #malefarts

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imagine-loki · 3 years

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Not as it Seams

TITLE: Not as it Seams

CHAPTER NO./ONE SHOT: One-Shot

AUTHOR: wolfpawn

ORIGINAL IMAGINE: Imagine Loki using a seams ripper to play a prank on Thor

RATING: General Audience

Elena loved her job tending to the fashion needs of the Aesir royal family. She loved assisting Queen Frigga in designing grand dresses, working on Thor and Odin’s clothes to get their attire to work with their armour, but Prince Loki was the most fun to work with. He had impeccable style and taste and appreciated the work of the palace tailors. He often came in discussing what he needed and spoke with them rather than merely telling them what he wanted and expecting it done.

“What is that device?” Loki was looking at the small item in her hands.

“This?” She held it up causing Loki to nod. “A seam ripper which does exactly what it’s named and rips seams.”

Loki’s eyes lit up at the explanation of the device. “Interesting.” For the rest of the time he stood waiting for his cloak to be sized correctly, he remained silent but looking at the instrument on the table close by.

When he was finished, Elena was entirely unsurprised when he walked over to it once more. “I wonder if I could borrow this for a short time?” Knowing better than to decline such a request for a item worth so little, Elena walked over to her desk and pulled out another one. “Perhaps you would like it better in green?”She held it out for him. “They are inexpensive so don’t fret returning it.” She was half saying it because it was true, half because she feared what he would do with it and she did not want to get blamed if it could be linked back to her.

With a deep chuckle, he took the seam ripper and left the room.

Elena had practically forgotten about the seam ripper Loki had procured from her when the reason for him acquiring it came to the fore.

Loki had been on Vanaheim for a solid four weeks when Thor burst into the tailors’ rooms looking red-faced and bewildered. “What has happened my clothes?”

Elena and a few of the others that worked there looked at him worriedly before noticing parts of his clothes seemed to be coming apart...at the seams. With raised brows and a look to match her workmates, though a deeper understanding as to what was happening, Elena walked forward to look at the attire. “Your seams seem to have fallen apart, Your Highness.” “How? Is it seidr? I bet it is, I wager Loki is to blame.” Thor snarled angrily, not admitting to them that this became embarrassing because he had been attempting to talk a maiden of the court to go to his rooms with him and she had laughed as he flexed only for the side his attire to fall open.

She studied the clothes closely and shook her head. “No, the thread is snapped in a few places.” She pulled out some of the thread for him to see. “There is no foul play afoot, as you can see, it is simply pulled apart, nothing more. I would assume seidr would fizzle it to nothing or snap it cleanly. This is just frazzled. I think I recall this clothing, it is quite old at this stage, it looks like it has had a few adventures too.” She indicated to the few areas that needed patching previously. “I would wager in moments of playful sparring with your comrades, you have pulled it harshly from you and discarded it to the nearest surface, with your muscle growth since this was made, I am sure that has pulled on it so.” She smiled.

Loving that his ego was being stroked by the implications of her words, Thor moved his head side to side slightly in agreement. “Well, it has been some time and you know, clothes are not meant to last forever, I suppose. I better leave it so.” He pulled it from himself and gave it to Elena who nodded back at him. “I will require new garments, are you the one that usually does such?”

“Not for yourself, Your Highness, that tends to be Lady Geraldine,” Elena explained, unsure how the prince would not notice the Light Elf that made his clothes from the Vanir and Aesir that also worked in the rooms.

“Is she here?” “No, Your Highness. It is her day off.” Thor swore. “You start them, then.” Unhappy at threading on Geraldine’s work but knowing she could not decline a direct order from Prince Thor, Elena took his current measurements and started her work.

Thor was nothing like Loki, he did not assist in any manner. Loki seemed to know where she needed him to place his arms and when she did the inseam of Thor, he seemed to think she had different thoughts with her hands there. “Perhaps you rather go somewhere more private with that?” Elena rolled her eyes internally at his stupid remark. “I will say to you as I say to every man that makes that joke, regardless of where you want me to do this, it needs to be done and I am not interested in wasting time. I can do it correctly now or guestimate it if you make me wait but that results in incredibly tight groin areas that tears easily at best or damage your, Crown Jewels when not done correctly.” Thor winced at her reference. “I am just doing my job, so please let me do it.” Feeling embarrassed by her admonishment and nauseated at the image she had put in his head about tight pants harming him, Thor said nothing after that. She moved his limbs as she needed them and took notes. Walking over to Geraldine’s table, she took her notes for Thor and checked them against her own.

“Your last had your measurements done with Geraldine eighteen months ago, your numbers are mostly similar, your neck has increased somewhat, metaphorically and physically.” She added the last three words quietly, though not so quietly as for others to not hear causing the other tailors and seamstresses to chuckle. “I will add these to her notes and begin the basics as per the instructions she has here. She will do the more intricate work when she returns to work. She is off for a few days, you should have them ready to try within the week.”

“So long?” Elena wondered what level of service Geraldine was being forced to work at. “That is standard practice outside of emergencies, Your Highness.”

“What are emergencies with clothes?” Thor asked.

Elena merely held up his destroyed clothes he no longer could wear as an answer.

“What will I wear back to my rooms?” Renée, a seamstress, brought over a riding cloak for him. “If I may, Your Highness.” Thor studied it and put it on. “This is for someone more slight of frame than I.” “It is Prince Loki’s,” Elena explained. “It was in for repair but with him being off-realm for so long, he has not collected it yet.”

Remembering that Loki was gone and certain he had worn the clothing since Loki’s departure, Thor grumbled and mentioned something about having them brought to his rooms when it was done before walking out of the tailor’s rooms.

Elena looked at the other tailors and seamstresses present before shaking her head and sighing. “I guess I better get started on this, then. Renée, could you get me…” She looked at Geraldine’s notes to see what fabrics Thor preferred and gave the seamstress her instructions.

Loki walked into the room with a smirk on his face. He had waited three weeks after court began to gossip about his brother’s clothes seemingly fell apart where he stood speaking to a lady of the court.

Elena, who had been working on a clasp of a coat that Loki’s hand servant had sent to be repaired before Loki’s return, turned on the sight of black and green leather in the tailor’s rooms. She noted Loki walk past her desk and inconspicuously drop the green seam cutter as he passed without breaking stride. “Your Highness.” “I have to have a few new pieces commissioned.” He declared. “When are you free to take my fresh measurements?” “I can fit You Highness in now if that would please you?” “Excellent.” He used his seidr to alter his travelling clothes to something more comfortable and stood as he knew Elena liked him to do to start his measurements. “Have I missed much in the world of tailoring in my absence? I hear my brother had the palace all a din.” “Apparently, Prince Thor was over eager with his attire and tore his seam in a manner that relieved his clothing from its duty of concealing his torso.” She responded, barely able to conceal her grin as Loki embraced his own laughter. She took the measurements of his inseam and around his thigh as he stood still, with him ensuring she had enough room to do so. “He also was of the impression that my current actions are somewhat sexually based.”

Loki stared at the tailor in startled shock. “Norns, I am not sure if it is ego or stupidity or even both with that fool.” He chuckled to himself. “I am sure you set him straight.” He moved so she could check both thighs were equal in size.

“But, of course.” She rose to write the measurements, Loki checking on her notepad to see how he had altered in the few weeks away. “The usual?”

“Please.”

She nodded and while he was close to her, she whispered in his ear. “Next time, try the groin of his pants where it attaches the front and back. It will either rip as he bends down to show his rear end or when he sits and tears to reveal his less than attractive underwear." Loki's eyes widened at the idea.

After doing all that needed doing, Loki went to leave again bidding Elena farewell as he did.

When Elena went to put her notebook back on her desk, there was no sign of the green seams ripper on her desk causing her to laugh slightly to herself as she shook her head.

#Loki #god of mischief #submission #Submitted one shot #wolfpawn #not as it seams

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datsrightbby · 3 years

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Vampire Mates In TLB Universe

My Headcanons about Soulmates/Mates in The Lost Boys universe. I struggled wording it, but I did my best. Also, I didn’t wanna make it too complicated so I put it as simply as possible.

Warnings: Mentions blood and implied NSFW.

In The Lost Boys universe mates are a thing, but are not necessarily a requirement.

There are two different types of mates when it comes to being a vamp:

- Those who are in your coven.

- The person who’s soul is bonded to yours.

(Also I will say as far as the sequels and comics go I am uneducated in that department, so these are 100% based on the movie and my own imagination.)

So, I mentioned before how mates aren’t a requirement, and that is true when it comes to soulmates, however isn’t when it comes to covens.

Covens are important to vampires, it’s rare to see them alone.

The boys are always together, rarely ever are they apart, they sleep in the same vicinity, and have spent years together.

In my mind this would be difficult to do if you didn’t have a special bond with each other and that’s why they’re able to spend eternity together.

What makes them a coven is the fact that they were either all turned by Max or turned by each other. There’s something about it that bonds them together.

Max is, quite obviously, the leader of the boys. A vampire who’s been around for, I assume, centuries and has built himself up a status where he’s powerful enough to create his own coven. Which he achieved with the boys.

The mate bond between covens is one of deep friendship and vampire instinct. A vampire without a coven is weaker and vulnerable to vampire hunters.

It’s apparent that the boys don’t like Max, though they are obligated to oblige him when he tells them to do something because he is their creator (even if he didn’t personally turn them, one of the other boys would have been turned by Max so Max’s blood is still in their veins) and that gives him a very powerful stance over them.

For a vamp to join another coven altogether would be extremely strange, because there is nothing tying them to each other. It’s very unheard of.

As for vampire soulmates -

Not a requirement, because not every vampire is going to want a soulmate, but they all have one out there somewhere, and most the time their mates are mortal beings.

It’s probable that most vampires, regardless of previous thoughts on soulmates, will be automatically drawn to them once having met them and/or are in the same space as them.

Usually when they’re close to each and haven’t yet met there’s a tug or pull that brings them together.

But as I said before, vamps can live peacefully without ever meeting their soulmate. It’s not as though they can’t survive without them.

My personal belief is this: when you’re turned into a vampire you lose a piece of your soul, it’s taken away to accommodate this new immortal life and instinct.

It’s not a hurtful process necessarily, and most the time vamps don’t notice the missing piece of their soul.

However,

When vampires meet their soulmates they’re actually meeting the lost piece of their soul. The person who is destined to make them whole again, hence why they are a mortal.

If the human chooses to turn into a vamp themselves then the piece of their soul that gets taken is not lost because they have already found their soulmate.

So in literal terms, they are each others halves. They share and make up one soul.

Which is why the bond between vampires and their mates is so powerful and irreplaceable.

Of course not all soulmates will form a romantic bond, it often goes that way, but doesn’t have too. Regardless of romantic involvement they still share a soul, therefore are drawn together in one way or another.

As far as romance goes...

They live in eternal honeymoon stage.

The love between them is exciting, erotic (with consent), and true. They accept one another and share with one another something no one else can understand. It’s magnetic and amazing.

Soulmates are wildly attracted to each other and often can’t keep their hands off each other, even after years spent together.

They are more powerful together then they are apart. (Similar to how covens are more powerful together then apart)

It’s often thought that vampires share a mind link within their covens, or with their soulmate (possibly both).

The mind link itself allows them to experience each others thoughts, feelings, and emotions.

(It’s interesting and I like the thought of it, but I don’t think I’d incorporate it into tlb personally. I have my reasons.)

Blood exchanges tend to happen often between vampire mates. It’s a very sexual experience, but doesn’t have to be, though it does tend to lean that way because of the intimacy of the exchange.

Again, these are just my personal Headcanons and feel free to message me adding on your own ideas, or asking questions. My asks are anonymous now (:

#the lost boys #soulmates #mates #vampires #shakira writes #the lost boys 1987 #the lost boys movie

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sirowsky · 3 years

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The Flowers Always Know

Description: When a mad scientist uses you as an experiment while you’re on holiday, the Heroics only just manage to save you. And in your recovery you become very close to the leader of the group. (Slow burn)

Adding a rating of Mature for this one.

Warnings: Language, some moderately sexual descriptions, anxiety.

Link to Masterlist

Comment: Yes, things do begin to heat up now.

Chapter 7

“My mother did what?”

“Yep. Suddenly I see why you felt the need to protect me from her. I still haven’t decided if I like her or not.”

“I should think ‘not’, after waking up to that. Guess now we know what she was up to yesterday.”

“Oh, don’t get me wrong, I was fuming. But I can’t help but admire her sass. I just… could have done without the weird questions. Who the hell cares what flowers you like, anyway?”

Marcus suddenly looked extremely worried.

“She asked you what flowers you like?”

“Yeah, do you know what that’s about?”

“Uh… it’s something she does. She loves flowers, always has. She’s got the nicest garden you’ve ever seen, and she knows everything about every flower there is. But she tends to… read stuff into what kinds of flowers people claim to like, or dislike. As though there’s some secret flower language that tells you everything about someone just as soon as they’ve revealed their preferences in flora. I swear, for the longest time I was convinced it was some kind of ability, and I’m still not sure that it isn’t. But whatever it is, as far as I know, she’s only ever used it to...”

He looked at you, and… was he blushing?

“To… what?”

“Um… that’s not important right now. I’ll talk to her about staying away from you.”

“Hah, good luck with that.”

“What do you mean?”

“The point of the weird questions was apparently to assess me for a job, which she then hired me for, without telling me anything about it. I have to be here at 7 am tomorrow if I wanna take it, and I’m assuming it means I’d be working for her. Do you know what it might be?”

You were sitting in his office, which was a surprisingly comfortable room. The furniture was all wood, either in light colours or just lacquered so that you could see the veins and life of the trees. And while there was a good-sized desk and an anatomic chair (the only piece of furniture that wasn’t wood), it was pushed into a corner, to make room for the two big, soft moss-coloured sofas in the middle of the room, where you were now seated. There was a small coffee-table between the sofas, and a small potted plant sat in the middle of it. You didn’t know what type of plant it was, but it suited Marcus somehow. Beautiful large but somewhat fragile leaves, growing tightly to conceal the surprisingly thick and sturdy stems. You got the feeling that this plant could take a lot more than anyone thought. You were sitting across from each other, occupying one sofa each, but after you told him about the job, he got up and rounded the little table to sit down next to you.

“I really don’t know. She’s never wanted or needed an assistant, but I can’t think of anything else she might want you to do.”

“I’m just an artisan, I design logo’s and make sculptures. I don’t know anything else.”

“Maybe she thinks we need re-branding.”

“Have you had any discussions about something like that?”

“Nope.”

“Shit. I don’t know what to do.”

You got up and started pacing about the room, still relishing in the fact that you were even able to stand up without assistance. But you missed the disappointed look on Marcus’ face as you left his side.

“I mean, she’s right, I need a job. It’s not like my former employer could just wait for me to get better while a third of her entire workforce was missing, with no word on whether or not I’d even be able to come back. She had to replace me; I get that. It’s just that it’s a very difficult business to get back into, because most of them are small and privately owned and they hire people they know are good and then stick with them. I should know, I’d been with that company for a decade. I played with the idea of maybe trying to start a business of my own, but that’s not easy, and I have no experience or training as a manager. Not to mention the economics, taxes, legal crap…”

You sighed into a grunt as you came to a stop behind the sofa across from Marcus, and rested your hands on the back of it.

“But… working here… I don’t know. I don’t know what I could possibly do here that would make me feel like I was contributing?”

“Hey, come here, hermosa.”

You brightened a bit, hearing one of his nicknames for you. You didn’t speak Spanish, beyond ‘hola’ and ‘buenos dias’, and you’d never dared to ask him what those names meant. You had guessed the meaning of some of the words you’d heard him say, like felicidades when you succeeded on the obstacle course, but about the nicknames, you didn’t know if he was calling you something endearing or just practical. As you sat back down not quite next to him, but still feeling your temperature rise as he angled himself towards you, you remembered the word his mother had used when she spoke to you.

“What does ‘mujer’ mean?”

“Woman. Why do you ask?”

“Your mom called me that.”

“Yeah, that sounds like her. She still calls me boy - hijo.”

You fidgeted with the hem of your shirt for a bit, trying to decide if you dared to ask what you wanted to ask next.

“Um… and… hermosa?”

He smiled that melting smile of his, damned near taking your breath away.

“Beautiful.”

Shit. Why did you go there, now you were blushing like an idiot, not knowing where to look or what to say?

“I’d happily call you something in English, if you’d prefer. Like sweetheart.”

You still couldn’t look at him. Was he saying that he wanted you to be his sweetheart, or that he just wanted to call you that? You couldn’t tell if your own desires were tainting what you heard to make it sound more involving and romantic than it actually was. You came here to talk about his mother and the job, not to fall even harder for the guy.

Fuck.

Why had it never been this difficult to be around him when you were recovering? You’d been attracted to him, sure, but in the last few weeks when you hadn’t really needed him anymore, it had started getting out of hand.

“Uh… you can call me whatever you like.”

“Thank you.”

You finally looked back into his eyes, and holy shit. The desire looking back at you had you leaning towards him like he was a magnet. And the moment he realised what you were doing, he responded by quickly closing the remaining distance between you, as though he was afraid something would interrupt if he just waited for you to get to him. His lips were warm and soft as they moulded to yours, eager, but not demanding, his moustache tickling you in the sweetest way. It had your pulse racing and your whole body flushed with the heat of arousal in the blink of an eye. To your own shock and disbelief, a few seconds later you found yourself clambering onto his lap and straddling him, your own lips every bit as demanding as his hadn’t been. But if he was surprised, he didn’t show it, as his hands quickly found their way to your thighs and up your back, making you shiver with pleasure while he moaned and opened his mouth to let you deepen the kiss. Panting and grinding yourself against him, feeling him harden underneath you, you were suddenly snapped back to reality by the sound of the phone on his desk ringing. You froze on his lap and pulled back to stare at him, mortified at your own reaction to what had started out as a simple kiss, literally just seconds ago. He grinned as he watched your face go from arousal to panic, and his arms closed tighter around you, holding you to him, while you tried to hide your face in your hands.

“I’m sorry, I have no idea where that came from, I’ve never done anything like this before, I don’t even know what happened?”

“Do I look uncomfortable to you?”

“No, but I…”

“Hermosa… you can attack me any time you like. I’ve wanted to be touched by you for a long time.”

Attacked? Yeah, that was definitely the right word for it.

“You don’t understand. I’m not like this. I’m not… confident, not about sex. I’ve never been the one to instigate, much less push or demand more.”

Realising that you weren’t just being bashful, but that your own actions were genuinely frightening you, he frowned while softening his grip around you and stroking your back soothingly.

“Hey… don’t be scared. I’m not in any hurry with you. If you need to understand this before you’re willing to take things further, then that’s what you need to do. Just… promise me you won’t shut me out. Please?”

You just stared at him, your hands falling down on his chest, trying to process the truths behind his words. He was willing to take things slow even though you’d just teased him in the worst conceivable way, wanting you to be comfortable with him, wanting to be included, to be a part of your life – long term. Holy shit. You had just come here to ask for his advice…

“I promise. And thank you. So much.”

He just smiled again, and gently caressed your cheek. You leaned into the warmth of his hand for a moment, but then you suddenly remembered where you were sitting, and your cheeks began to flush.

“Um… I should maybe…”

You started moving to get off of him, and his smile widened as he realised what you were blushing about, but he quickly offered you a helping hand to make sure you got up from his lap with your dignity intact. Thank god you’d opted for jeans today, rather than a skirt or dress. He straightened himself up a bit on the sofa, and you moved to sit down across from him again, taking a breath to try to cool yourself down. You both flinched when the door suddenly flung open and Mrs. Moreno appeared on the threshold. She didn’t even glace in your direction, but you got the distinct impression that she most certainly knew you were there, and that something… heated, had happened between you and her son. You made a mental note to check the room for cameras or microphones later.

“Honestly, hijo, what’s happened to your manners lately? You can’t even be bothered to answer the phone anymore?”

“Wow, mom. You barge into my office without even knocking, or saying hello, being extremely rude to my guest, and yet – I’m the one with no manners? Really?”

She ignored his comment and turned to you.

“I wasn’t expecting you until tomorrow, but since you’re here, we might as well get started. Come along, mujer.”

Without waiting for a reply, she turned and disappeared from view.

“Mrs. Moreno, I…”

You sighed and looked at Marcus who just shook his head.

“She called? That timing was…”

“Don’t even go there. She’s omniscient, there’s nothing you can do about it.

“I haven’t even decided if I want the job.”

“Don’t let her push you around, sweetheart. If you want to take the time to think about it, you have every right to.”

You heard her shout after you from further down the corridor.

“On the other hand, I can always resign from a job I’ve already taken, so I could go find out just what it is she wants me to do, and if I don’t like it, at least I’ll know.”

He got up as you did, and cut you off from leaving by stepping in front of you and taking your hand.

“Remember, whatever happens, I’m here. If you can’t find me, call me.”

“Thank you.”

Mrs. Moreno shouted again, louder this time, and you sighed and stepped around Marcus to follow her down the corridor.

“If I haven’t called within the next 2 minutes, you can go ahead and officially declare me a saint.”

Authors’ Note: I love criticism, don’t be shy to let me know if there’s anything you like/don’t like/have questions about.

@blueeyesatnight @farfromjustordinary @allmyspideys

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arinbelle · 4 years

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A Court of Witches and Warriors

Hello lovely readers,

I’m baaaaack.

Long Cassian Chapter. I honestly could not stop adding stuff and I went back to take stuff out and then I was like Noooo that’s what we want. Spice and zest and sad boi Cassian hours. I realized while rereading and proofing, I never put warnings in about language. And sexual themes. Like I have an..interesting mind so when I write Cassian his train of thought gets a lil ahem...shmexy. And I drop F-bombs like it’s my day job, so if you don’t like that, that’s a warning.

Tag list: ( I went through my old chapters and looked through all the comments this is everyone that has asked to be on the tag list. I’m sorry for missing some of you last chapter)

Masterlist link is here

@bookstantrash @greerlunna @queenestarcheron @sayosdreams @cassianscool @sjm-things @perseusannabeth @allilal @moe8

Warnings: Mature for language, PTSD, Triggers, Sexual innuendo?

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Chapter 6-Cassian

Cassian flapped his wings one final time before landing down none too gently on the grounds in front of his cabin. He was exhausted to say the least. Azriel had briefed him about the situation with the queens and he was not pleased with the news. He’d have to fill Nesta in at dinner tonight, and already dread began creeping into his gut. He wondered where she was briefly, because she clearly wasn’t home considering no lights were on in the house. She might have been with Cilla as he had asked her to watch over Nesta during trainings. He longed to train her himself, one-on-one, but if Nesta had wanted to train with him she would have done so a long time ago. He had asked her for weeks, relentlessly, since she had been turned, and her outright refusal never wavered once. If he couldn’t train her himself, the least that could be done was to have her work with Devlon and Cilla. Cilla had been trained by him personally, and so he knew she was in capable hands. Devlon was just as good, even though he knew the war-lord likely hadn’t interfered with her much, too superstitious for his own good.

As he set down his weapons to the side of the door and began moving up the stairs, he came to realize just how tired he really felt. Flying to Velaris, having meeting after meeting with Azriel and some war-lords from the mountains, and then joining in to lead training for the Blood Rite’s newest recruits this year, had all left him ragged. The Blood Rite was the last thing on his mind amongst all the other growing problems, but he would need to be a part of it. The Commander of the legions had always been involved in the Blood Rite’s preparations, from the minute it began to the weeks of feasts and revelry after it was long over. It was an unspoken rule, and so even though Cassian wished he could just hand off the responsibility to someone else for a few days, he wouldn’t. He knew his duties, his oaths, and he never once failed to rise up and meet them.

He needed a bath. Or a shower. He smelled of sweat and leathers and desperately wanted to wash off the stickiness from his skin. As he grabbed a towel from the linen closet, he decided on a bath, to soothe his overworked muscles. The shower in his bedroom was always available for quick rinses, but right now Cassian needed to soak for a while. His wings ached sometimes in phantom pain after they had been shredded, and through trial and error, he had learned that a warm bath or a blistering hot shower was the only fix. As he wrenched open the door to the bathroom, he faintly registered that he wasn’t alone, but the fogginess of his mind didn’t help him stop and leave before it was too late.

He heard her scream first before his eyes realized what they were seeing. Creamy pale skin. Gorgeous long legs. Curves that she hastily covered with a towel that had apparently dropped as he had opened the door. If she wasn’t screaming so loudly, Cassian would have said the Gods were in his favor.

“What the hell are you doing? Get out!,” Nesta snarled at him.

He couldn’t move, couldn’t even think properly as he took in her agitated form. She was breathtaking in her fury and it took a solid half a minute for him to break away from her lethal gaze. The towel she clutched around her was pushing her breasts together in a delicious way that- wait what?

Oh. Oh.

“Fuck, sorry,” Cassian shouted out, realizing his mistake in staring too long. He whirled quickly on his heel to look away and-

BOOM.

He collided headfirst into bathroom door. He gripped his forehead as pain bloomed across his temple, his legs almost giving out underneath him. Cassian let out a low groan and heard a ringing in his ears. For a while he massaged the sore part of his head and Nesta, thankfully, had stopped yelling.

When the throb in his skull lessened to a dull ache, he straightened back up, tucking in his wings tight and turned his head slightly to address her, without actually looking at her.

“I didn’t mean to come in like this. I didn’t know you were here. You weren’t making any noise so I...I’m sorry,” he cringed inwardly at his apology. It didn’t seem sincere even to his own ears, but he had meant it. He wanted her, that much was true, but never like this. He wanted her willing to show him her body, grant him permission to pleasure her, not force it to happen just as almost everything in her life occurred.

She didn’t speak for some time, and Cassian was sure he had been holding his breath for longer than was safe. When she finally did speak though, her voice didn’t hold the threat of a verbal lashing anymore.

“It’s alright. Are you hurt?”

Oh hell yes. If you didn’t also live here, I’d take the door off of its hinges first thing tomorrow morning.

He settled instead on, "Fine. I’m fine.”

“Good.”

He was aware of how small his bathroom was just then, if two people were in it. The proximity was not as welcome as Cassian imagined it might have been. This was too awkward to stand, even for him. He told her, “Yes. I’ll um, I’ll leave you to your bath then.”

“Oh I’m not-,” she began, but then quickly stopped.

Cassian didn’t dare turn around, in case she began yelling again. Not that she was in anyway indecent. The towel was large enough to wrap around him and his wings, so he knew she was upset by the idea of it all and not her physical state of undress. He didn’t blame her. For a female whose body had been violated one too many times, he understood how deep that struggle to keep her autonomy likely went. And Cassian in her space like this, looking at her like some lovestruck teenager who had never seen a female before- he expected her to lash out harsher than she actually had.

“Were you not about to get into the tub?” he asked her.

She replied in a low voice, "I was. But now I’m not. You can have it.”

No further explanation was given before he heard her rush forward, moving to leave the bathroom. Except he was blocking the doorway. Something was wrong. He could just tell, even without seeing her face properly, or reading the stance her body was in, she was upset. He sniffed the air as quietly as possible and his suspicions were confirmed.

Fear.

The scent of it was still there and it took all of his control to not take her into his arms and assuage her terror. He decided then that he could let her leave and let whatever new horror she was facing push her further down. Or he could try to help. But she would have to decide if that was something she wanted. He wasn’t going to force her into it, even if it wasn’t in her best interests to let whatever she wasn’t telling him about stew further-and worsen.

“May I turn around?,” he implored gently, focusing on keeping his tone measured and even. Calm.

She sniffed softly before muttering that he could, under her breath.

He was careful now too. When he came to face her, he only saw the top of her head, her golden-brown hair pulled into a knot. He could tell she was forcing her eyes to stay trained fastidiously on the floor between them.

“Nesta,” he sighed, unsure of how to continue. He decided that being blunt was the only way to go about it at this point. She didn’t like to talk in circles and she didn’t appreciate it happening to her either.

“What’s wrong? I can smell your fear-” he stopped abruptly as her gaze snapped up and fastened onto him. A predator through and through. He took a step back, perhaps to calm her down. Perhaps to show himself as less of a threat.

Then he tried again, “I know something’s wrong. You were about to bathe when I came in. Is it because of me? Nesta I am sorry about that. It was a mistake.”

“I know it was a mistake you don’t need to keep saying that.”

“Then what is it?” He was begging for anything at this point. He needed to know, needed to help or at least convince her to trust him enough to tell him.

She pursed her lips before telling him in a rush of words that he didn’t comprehend right away, "I put cold water in the tub.”

“Oh...um, why did you- why did you do that?” He had no idea where this was going but he knew that wasn’t the answer he had been expecting.

“Because Cilla said I’d be too sore tomorrow if I used hot water.”

Oh.

“She’s right, it helps with the muscles. If you use hot you’ll be hurting more tomorrow,” he told her, still not quite sure what the crux of the matter was. But he could be patient and try to coax an answer out of her.

“I can’t,” she breathed out, looking away from him now. Her arms were crossed tight over her chest and her breathing had turned shallow. He needed to hurry up.

“What can’t you do sweetheart?”

She closed her eyes at the question and he wondered if he had pushed too far. If perhaps he had overstepped some boundary she had been drawing, that he had missed or-

She blew out a breath she seemed to have been holding in for too long and then with more clarity and coolness in her voice, than he had witnessed since this entire debacle began, she replied.

“I can’t get into the tub.”

Not the most explanatory response but he could try to work with it. Perhaps it was about her training today.

“You’re too sore to get into the tub? I can lift you in if that’s the problem. I won’t look-”

“No,” she ground out and cut his rambling off.

He waited for her to continue, taking a selfish sweep over her body again. She had lost weight, he had known that. He had seen her slowly reducing figure each time they saw each other at Feyre’s parties, or forced appearances on Nesta’s part. But now without her coat and skirts, he could see just how small she had become. Not that she had been large to begin with-the most slender of the Archeron sisters, but also perhaps with the most curves. It had been a tempting combination to him the first time he had seen her, even as a human. He didn’t find her any less beautiful now, but that desire...he pushed it down. It wasn’t about him. She needed to heal her body. Bring back it’s health, it’s strength that he had felt a handful of times when she shoved him hard enough to force him back a few steps. And that had been without training. Gods what she could do if she let herself unleash properly.

He guiltily met her eyes but she didn’t seem to register what he had been secretly appraising. Maybe he should ask again about what-

“It’s too similar to the Cauldron. I can’t...the water...it’s just...I...I can’t,” she choked out finally. Silver began lining the bottom of her eyes and his fingers twitched at his side, forced to stay there instead of reaching out and catching any stray tears that might fall.

He had had no idea. Sure he had his own list of things that he avoided after particularly traumatic events, whether it was from wars, torture, or even the killings he himself handed out. His whole family had them- even Amren, although she didn’t share too much about what haunted her. But he never thought about the Cauldron in that context. He had assumed it was a painful transformation, immortality not being the blissful balm it was so rumored to be, but he didn’t realize what that could translate to later on. For Nesta. For Elain. He was a gods-damned idiot for not asking sooner. But now he knew. Now he could try and do something about it.

“I have a shower in my room. You can use that,” he told her firmly. He wouldn’t budge on this. She didn’t need to get over this fear today. He would help her with it when she was ready. Maybe another female if she didn’t want him. He didn’t care as long as she was alright. But for now, he could do this much for her.

“But won’t you-”

“No I don’t mind Nesta. Come on.” He moved out of her way and into the hallway, leading her to his room. To his surprise, she didn’t bother to argue further as she trailed behind him silently. He led her into his bedroom, cursing inwardly at the state of disarray he had left it in during the morning in his hurry. Not that she said anything about it. As he turned on the light and showed her the knobs for hot or cold water, he noted that she looked more at ease than she had been not two minutes ago.

As he moved to leave she turned to him and said, “I left my clothes in the other bathroom.”

“I’ll get them and leave them on my bed. I won’t come in until you’re out. Just get dressed in my bedroom. I’ll make some dinner after I take a quick bath, alright?”

She looked at him wide eyed, in surprise or some other emotion he couldn’t place, but finally gave him a small nod. He left her then, closing the bathroom door as he exited. When he came back with her clothes, he set them on the bed and left, the sound of the running water in the adjoining room following him all the way down the hall.

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Once he was bathed and dressed, he set to work on dinner. He wanted this to be a good one because she was dining with him now. Or at least he assumed she would, all things considered. He wasn’t sure about what her stomach could handle just yet, but going off of his own experiences, he decided to make a simple stew of vegetables and chicken with some Illyrian spices. The dish was close to his heart- it was the first thing he had learned to cook from Rhys’ mother. The only one of the three boys to even take to cooking, and to do it well. He carved a few slices from a loaf he had bought a few days ago, and toasted it with butter. If Nesta was going to put on the lost weight, he would need to be more generous in some ingredients to help it along.

She didn’t make much noise as she joined him in the kitchen, silently padding over to the counter in the middle and seating herself. Her confession had cut him deeply inside. How had he missed it? How could he have never asked? Another part of her admission had him questioning something very obvious.

“How did you bathe before?” he blurted out, inwardly cringing at his lack of tact.

She wasn’t fazed though and he shouldn’t have been surprised- he had already learned by now that getting to the point was what Nesta preferred best. For a few seconds he thought she may not give a response as she instead busied her hands with pouring herself a cup of water. After a few small sips, she cleared her throat and replied, “I used buckets before. And it’s not...”

Her voice hard turned sharp and hard at the end, and he wondered what was wrong. He stopped his chopping and focused on her completely, letting her take her time to finish what she was saying.

“It hasn’t been like that for a while,” she finished in low voice, turning back to her water glass and tracing the rim with her finger.

“What do you mean? The fear or the-” “I am not afraid!,” she screeched at him, all attention to her glass left forgotten.

He took a sharp breath in, feeling his heart caving further and further. She was hurting that much was clear. There was so much anguish there on her face and he didn’t blame her for lashing out. Nobody liked to be told what they were afraid of, Cassian included. What he would give to have her permission to tuck her into his chest and wipe away the tears that were once again gathering in the corners of her eyes. She seemed to realize how much she had shown him- the sheer vulnerability- and she blinked furiously before pushing out of her seat and turning to leave.

Not so fast.

He caught her by the wrist, gently but firmly. She began squirming and hissing at him to let her go.

“You need to eat. You can’t use your anger at me as an excuse to starve yourself. I made dinner.”

“I don’t want your fucking food Cassian. Let me go,” she shouted at him. He was unfazed though, her anger reviving a beast inside him that he hadn’t let out to play in a while. She wanted to be mean? She didn’t want his help? Fine. He didn’t have to be nice about it either.

He let go of her wrist, but whirled his body around so that the doorway to the stairs was blocked, crossing his arms and cocking a hip against the frame. She’d go ballistic at his stance, the cockiness- the ease- and he would need it this time. Anger, it seemed, was her only solid emotion. And angry was better than nothing at all.

He forced his voice to lower, summoning the Commander’s mask he had perfected so long ago when cocky recruits couldn’t be bothered to listen to a bastard born nobody. It was one of his strengths. They may have hated him, but he made a damn good leader, and they followed his strength even if they could follow nothing else.

“Sit back down. I don’t want to hear it Nesta. You trained today-you’ll eat. I’ll tell you about the queens like I promised you I would, and then you can go. If you leave when I move out of your way, if you go back to your room, Mother above help me, I will force this food down your throat like a child. I don’t give a shit,” he finished with snarl.

He wouldn’t actually do that. He didn’t think he could ever physically violate her like that without reducing both of them to tears. But she needed to eat, and if the threat forced her to do this one good thing, then fine, he could be the villain for the day. It wasn’t like she didn’t already see him that way.

The fury simmering on her face was radiant- a fully living entity of its own volition. If it hadn’t been aimed at him, he would have rejoiced at the progress. He hadn’t seen her look like this in a long time. He had pushed too far, he knew he had, but he also always thought she looked gorgeous when she was seconds from flaying him alive.

Then suddenly it was chaos all around them. Glass shards went flying everywhere, and he heard her scream in terror, or perhaps rage, as it cut them both. It took him two steps to reach her and four to haul them out of the kitchen completely, without, to his relief, cutting either of their feet on the broken glass littering the kitchen floor.

He left her in the sitting room to survey the damage left behind. Glass was everywhere. His counters. The floor. The fucking sink had been loaded with unwashed dishes- those too now sat in broken jagged mess in the tub of the sink. He really had pushed too far. Nesta had caused every single glass object in view to explode. He saw that anything inside his cabinet was still intact, thank the Gods. He didn’t have time to go out and shop for his own necessities, let alone kitchen utensils and plates.

He tiptoed around until he reached the broom he kept in a adjoined supply closet, filled with cleaning supplies he never had much reason to use. Sure the house accumulated dust just like any other home, and Cassian could be bothered to touch it up every few months. But messes like this weren’t at all common. As he swept, he realized it was her powers. Finally, after so long, they had made an appearance. He mused over whether it was the training, her complete lack of alcohol, or his words. Maybe it was all three. He should have been terrified that she could have seriously injured the both of them in her anger, but he was just too curious. Amren never had figured out what Nesta had stolen from the cauldron. He had seen the damage she was capable of when she had decimated legions after aiming and missing at Hybern. He knew the potential. But she was raw. Too raw. It reminded him of when his Illyrian powers had begun manifesting in him-the damage he had done, the mistakes he couldn’t take back. The Siphons helped of course, but it wasn’t enough to have them and be unaware of how to control the killing power.

He needed to train her. She may not want to learn combat training from him just yet, and that was fine...for now. But with her powers, no one else would even have an inkling of where to start. Neither did he if he was being honest with himself, but he was the closest shot Nesta had.

He was so lost in his thoughts, figuring out how to approach her training, figure out how to even convince her to come train with him, that he didn’t hear her come in behind him. She had grabbed a spare broom from the closet he had left ajar, and was methodically sweeping the glass towards the front of the kitchen. He didn’t say anything, content to let her be, and she seemed to agree with their silence. The kitchen was clean within the hour-all evidence of Nesta’s gifts had been eradicated. The food had thankfully all been covered so at the very least, they would have dinner. She would have dinner, and at that thought Cassian felt a little lighter.

“You’re bleeding,” Nesta said softly next to him,. He turned towards her and saw her gaze fixated on his bicep. Indeed there was a small gash there from where the flying glass had hit him. He had barely registered it in his panic to get Nesta away from all the chaos around them.

“It’s already healing.” Then he halted and looked at her again, surveying every inch as quick as possible so as to not upset her with his staring. She had a barely visible cut on her left cheek, the thin red line a stark contrast to her porcelain skin. Other than that though, she was fine too, and he let out a sigh of relief, averting his eyes now that he knew she was okay.

She didn’t respond to the assessment of his new injury, preferring to continue sweeping the now clean floor. He carefully walked up to her and gently took the broom from her hands, which he saw were shaking in small tremors.

“Wash your hands, come to the living room. We’ll eat there.”

She opened her mouth to maybe protest, and he stopped her before they could have another replay of what had just happened.

“Please. I don’t want to fight with you, contrary to whatever you may believe. Just come eat. You don’t have to talk to me.”

She seemed to struggle with letting it go but finally relented and pattered over to the sink to clean up.

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They ate in silence-stifling, oppressive silence.

He hated it.

Talk to me damn it.

She didn’t though. Nesta was content to keep her gaze pointedly fixated on the plate in her lap, her feet tucked under her knees on the sofa across from him. He had taken residence in the armchair closest to the fireplace, which was now empty of its flames. He had forgotten to light it when he came home in all the excitement of earlier, and he felt the chill in the air start to creep into his bones. He spared a quick glance to Nesta and saw that she too was slightly shivering. Well that settled it then. He set his plate onto the oak table in between them and moved to light the logs in the hearth.

“What are you doing?” she asked, just as he had struck the match to the emberstone he kept next to the fireplace. He chanced a look behind him and saw the alarm on her face. Strange. He didn’t know what he had done now.

“It’s cold, I’m lighting the fireplace. I can hear your teeth chattering all the way here so don’t tell me not to light it. I know you won’t light the fire in your own room- “

She opened her mouth again to speak, this time an indignant look of contempt preluding it, and he knew she was about to argue so he beat her to it again. It wasn’t that he didn’t want to hear her speak, or even fight back with him, but to upset her again so soon after her outburst could lead to an ever more devastating release of her powers. Curious as Cassian was about the damage he knew she could do, he had no interest in being the sole target of it in such close quarters.

“Yes, I’ve noticed sweetheart,” he crooned, unable to stop himself from messing with her just a little bit, “I’m not that dumb. I get that you like to punish yourself and see just how far you can push your body’s limits, but this isn’t the place. Illyria is in the mountains. It’s not Velaris. You’ll freeze yourself to death and we don’t have any healers close enough to treat you if you get sick or hypothermic.”

He turned back to the hearth, lighting the now extinguished match again when he heard her sharp inhale. Was she really going to argue with him about this? He didn’t think he had it in him anymore after the day he had to keep up. He had to give it to her she-

“Please don’t,” she whispered and Cassian stopped cold. He scented her terror in the air for the second time that day and it sent his heart galloping frantically in rage. He blew out the match and stood, this time going to where she was sitting on the couch, and stopping a foot in front of her. She looked horrified. And afraid. Had he done something? He wasn’t sure what it could be. Earlier it had been the tub, the reminder of the Cauldron triggering some old trauma that she had perhaps gotten over. But what-

Fire. She’s afraid of the fire.

It hit him like a boulder from the Steppes and the brutal truth nearly had him falling to his knees. Of course, he mused inwardly. Something about it had to be jarring for her, likely triggering another horrid memory for her. Had it been the Cauldron? Was immortality granted to her in the form of flames?

No it wasn’t that. He had sat with her at the hearth in the House of Wind’s library many times, and she had always sat close to the fire, burrowing into the side of the couch that had warmed from the proximity to the heat.

“It’s the fire isn’t it?” his voice rasped to her.

She looked up at him with widened eyes before giving a tiny nod, confirming his suspicions. He debated about it for a few seconds, and then he was moving to sit next to her. She didn’t push him away, or leave, so that was a good sign. At least he hoped it was.

He looked at her then, really looked at her. How she had coiled into herself, likely to preserve any warmth she could find. How she hadn’t said a word about how cold she was all these weeks, refusing to light the fire in her room. And he had been an ass thinking she was doing it to spite him. Selfish. That’s what he was, assuming all her actions harped on being cruel to him Why he never saw things her way first he didn’t know? But he would need to start fixing that, starting now.

“Will you tell me about it? If you can. Tell me about the bathtub. Tell me about the fire. If you can talk through it, sometimes it helps. I want to help you sweetheart. Talk to me. Please.”

She moved those steely blue eyes away for a moment, and he was left feeling lost without them grounding him. But she only moved her plate off of her thigh before turning her body to face him properly. She clasped her hands in her now empty lap, picking at the nail beds every so often. For a moment he thought she may not answer- may not be ready to answer. But she did then. And he listened- for the first time in a long time, Cassian listened to Nesta, and he heard her this time too.

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She told him about the tub. How she had forced herself to get over her fear of it, day after day of painful submergence until she didn’t pass out from the sheer terror of it all. How she had gotten over it, but the water she used today had been so cold, just like the Cauldron’s, and it had sent all her progress hurtling backwards.

If his heart wasn’t already shattered at the admission, at his callousness at not asking sooner, it was annihilated when she revealed the truth about the fire. How to her ears, it sounded like snapping bone each time the flames licked over a particularly dry spot on the wood, sending out that burst of noise that so terrified her. She didn’t tell him who’s breaking bones it sounded like-she didn’t need to. He knew that one day or another, the death of her father was something she would need to face head on, and properly grieve him. But it didn’t have to be today. He didn’t want it to be today for her anyways. She had enough to deal with right now.

“Is there anything else I should know about in this house that could cause this to happen again.”

“No. That’s all.”

She tucked a stray hair behind her ear, swallowing lightly and picking at an invisible piece of lint on her dress. He had never seen her look so small before- so dejected. It was alarming to witness. Even when she cried, she cried with rage, with a fury from within at the injustice of it all. Right now, she was just...small. He didn’t know what to do with that, with her like this.

She was cold though, so he left her then to go to the linen closet in the back of the house where he kept spare blankets. He piled on three heavy fur blankets that he saved for when snow piled up to the knees in Illyria, and cold was all that existed in the world. Just cold and snow. And misery if you weren’t properly equipped to deal with it. It was coming, maybe in a month, maybe two, but that famous Illyrian winter would soon be here, and he’d be damned if Nesta suffered through it just because of her aversion to fire. He got halfway back to where he had left her before turning around and grabbing a fourth blanket, just to be safe.

The only reaction he got from her when she saw the mountain of cloth coiled in his arms were raised eyebrows. But from Nesta, it said a lot. She was surprised for one thing, but thankfully, not upset at his attempts to help her. He set them down on his armchair, grabbed the thinner one, if any of them could even be called thin, and tucked it around her.

“I’m going to go put the rest of these in your room, alright? You can leave the one you have on the couch for when you want to sit here.”

“Alright,” she answered.

When he returned, she had wrapped the blanket closer to her and her plate of food was empty.

“Do you want more?,” he asked, softly as he could muster with all the power still thrumming in his veins at all she had revealed to him.

She shook her head, still not meeting his eyes, and he took her plate from the table into the kitchen.

He felt her enter the kitchen behind him a few minutes after he began washing their dishes.

“I can help," she said faintly.

“No thank you. I’m almost done,” he replied as cheerfully. It was forced but if it helped her mood right now, he could do it. “If you want to help me, you can finish up some of the bread pieces left over on that plate over there. I won’t have to pack it then.”

She saw right through him. “I’m not going to eat more just because you want me to,” she replied testily.

He turned off the running water and dried his hands. “So what will make you eat? Is there something else I can cook for you?”

“I’m not your pet that you need to keep tabs on my eating habits,” she said coldly.

No you aren’t my anything. And you just love to rub it in don’t you sweetheart?

He tried not to show how much her words had hit him but he had never been as good at masking his emotions as she was. Instead he faced away from her, like a coward, and fixated on cleaning the barren countertop that no one had used to eat at.

She cleared her throat and said, “You were going to tell me about the queens. You said you would at dinner.”

So he had. He was surprised she remembered given everything else that had happened, but really, he shouldn’t have been. Nothing got past Nesta.

“Yes,” he began sharply, her earlier words still ringing in his ears. He cleared his throat too while turning to face her, and tried again, “I met with Azriel and a few of the war-lords from the other camps. It’s not very clear from the reports, but we think the Queens have approached a few of the Illyrian camps with their emissaries. Statements of peace and uniting against a common enemy. The same bullshit.”

Her eyes instantly sharpened as she honed in on what he had revealed to her. It was almost like he could see her mind racing with what it could all mean. He had done the same thing not even a couple hours ago.

“Have the Illyrians agreed?,” she asked carefully, weighing her words and almost anxiously awaiting the answer.

He was unable to stop the cruel laugh that escaped his lips, “Some of them probably have but the pricks will never admit it. There’s this one whelp, Kallon. He’s the son of a Lord and he’s been stirring up trouble for months since the war. I wouldn’t be surprised if he is talking to the Queens and requesting aid.”

“Aid for what exactly?”

He contemplated it for a moment before replying, “One can only guess but I would say, to overthrow Rhys. The Illyrians...” he sighed. How to say this without picking a side. “They don’t like Rhys.”

Nesta let out a trilling sound, a mocking laugh of her own. “So they’ve met him. I don’t blame them.”

He started to growl at the threat, the insinuation, before stopping himself cold. Was she wrong in her dislike of Rhys, when all Rhys did was give her coldness and sharp retorts to her own prickly nature? Rhys wasn’t in his mid-twenties like Nesta. There wasn’t an excuse for his behavior. He couldn’t blame her for the dislike, he realized. He had a few issues of his own with his brother when it came to Nesta-but that wasn’t the topic right now.

He tried explaining it again, clarifying his cryptic words, “They dislike what he is. He’s half Illyrian, yes. But his father was High Fae. And specifically a High Fae who’s ancestors were responsible for enslaving the Illyrians long, long ago. They haven’t been able to forgive where he comes from. What he is a part of. He is us, but then he is also not, yet he has power over the Illyrians and they can’t stomach it.”

Her voice remained toneless when she said, “Like I said, I don’t blame them.”

“Is that all then? About the queens.”

“Expecting more? Maybe next time I go to these meetings, you come with me. That way, you won’t have to rely on me to keep you updated.” He’d like her to come with him. Nesta reminded him of freshly forged steel when she looked down on those who had no business judging her. Even those who did couldn’t help but back up a little when she stiffened her spine and readied to cut them down. A childish part of him wanted her to go head to head with the war-lords, use that lovely silver tongue to whip them into common sense. He didn’t have time to deal with traitors siding with the Mortal Queens, the Blood Rite, the clippings, and Nesta’s training. Her training...

“How was training with Cilla today? I didn’t have a chance to ask.” Because you blew up my kitchen.

She sniffed, this time in contempt. He found it amazing sometimes how quickly she could shut herself off from him, from anyone really, when she didn’t like where a conversation was going. Not even a couple minutes ago, she had been vulnerable to him about her fears. And here she was now, clamming up, wall after wall just rising up against the outside world.

“It was alright,” she spoke under her breath.

“I know you don’t want to train with me with the fighting and the weapons. But your powers...”

“I know.”

“Do you? Because I don’t think you do Nesta. Today it was a little bit of glass, and we were fine. Tomorrow, it may be something bigger, something deadlier, and someone incapable of surviving those injuries might be hit. We have children here too, you know. They run around all the time, all day and night. It could-”

“I know, alright?” she ground out. “I get it. I...I’m sorry about the kitchen and the glass and your arm. I didn’t mean to...” she stopped her words that had begun to jumble together in worry. She was upset again and he had caused it. Damn him and his stupid temper.

He sighed, perhaps for the hundredth time that day, before telling her. “Nesta, I don’t give a fuck about the kitchen. Or the damned glass. I care that the glass could have cut you. You could have been gravely injured. What if one of the pieces cut your throat? Stupid way to die if you ask me,” he told her with a grin.

The look of irritation on her face wasn’t new, but he hadn’t seen it in a while. It thrilled him to know she was still in there somewhere. Amidst the mask, the pain, the rage, the suffering-Nesta, his Nesta, was still there, somewhere.

“You can help me with them? My powers?” she asked him, hope or something like it lighting up her eyes.

He could, he would, undoubtedly. But there were a few things he needed to make clear. “Of course I can. But I need you to do this with me Nesta. You and I, we have our disagreements.” She snorted at that and he glared at her until she schooled her expression back into cool disinterest.

“Like I was saying, we have our moments. It’s fine, it keeps me young if anything. But when I’m training with you, don’t fight with me for fun. I’ve worked with my powers for over five centuries. I know some of what it’s like even if we have vastly different gifts. I will not cause you harm. I will not push you farther than you can go. If you’re uncomfortable, you need to tell me. Don’t lash out at me. Not because I can’t take it, but because from what I’ve seen, your power is still too raw. Piss yourself off for no good reason and you’ll end up hurting yourself.” And him, but he didn’t add that.

She didn’t deign him with a reply, not right away. She just stared at him, unflinching, in that tantalizing way of hers that had something deep in his chest purring for more. At long last she pushed off from the counter she had been leaning on and grabbed the plate of bread he hadn’t packed up yet. He couldn’t tell if she took it to eat it or just to mock him for his earlier jab.

She reached the doorway when she paused, turning back to look at him. She spoke in a low voice laced with fury, “It’s not a gift.”

“What do you mean?”

The bread? The bread’s not a gift? What does that even mean?

“You said we have different gifts. But we don’t. You have a gift. I have a curse. There is nothing giving or kind about my power. You should understand that before we start.”

Then she was gone, walking quickly up the stairs and over to her bedroom. The last he heard of her that night was the soft click of the door shutting in her room. To Cassian, it may as well have been a war cannon, signaling his defeat.

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The boss's son

Summary: Freed works as a waiter at a luxury resort, a dream place if it weren't for the hateful boss. When Freed finds out that the boss's son is coming, he thinks the situation will only get worse. At least until he discovers that he's a beautiful guy who doesn't look like his father, and who will drive him crazy in completely different ways. [Freed/Laxus]

Link: AO3

Notes: Basically, a story in which Laxus and Freed make fun of each other, starting with small and innocent pranks to end up being sexual pranks. Rating explicit, this is NSFW and they are not in a stable relationship, so you may not like it (idk, they aren't that assholes but well, they play sexual pranks, just to let you know). For those who will read, have fun!

The boss's son

“You know, usually if someone comes to this club it's to meet people, not to hang out in a corner drinking,” said a voice above him.

Freed looked up and eyed the boy who had approached him. He was blond and muscular, the light and wet shirt he wore left little to the imagination, he had an arrogant smile and two beautiful blue eyes. The typical guy Freed would have had fun with, if only he'd been in the mood.

“I'm not interested,” he said right away. He was the umpteenth man who had flirted with him that night, but Freed had only come there to see Hibiki and let off steam with him on his hateful boss. If only the friend had finished flirting with every Blue Pegasus customer.

The blonde sat down next to him, leaned back and spread his arms out, probably just to emphasize his muscular body. A hot muscular body, highlighted by the wet shirt that clung to his skin. Freed looked at him slightly more interested, even though he wasn't in the mood for flirting anyway. It didn't matter if the man next to him embodied his ideal type, the frustration of the day was still there.

“Your look says otherwise,” said the stranger with a smirk. Freed rolled his eyes in exasperation.

“Did someone spill a drink on you out of your arrogance, or did you spill it on yourself to get my attention?” he asked a little irritably, hoping to get him away. The blond, however, laughed heartily.

“Neither, a guy spilled it on me by mistake,” he replied and then smirked. “Although I think he did it intentionally to see more,” he added arrogantly. Freed snorted and returned to his drink, turning his gaze back to the bar. Hibiki was still flirting with the client and had probably completely forgotten about him. “So why are you in a bad mood? Do you have a crush on that bartender?” asked the blond.

“No, he's just my friend. I came here to talk to him but apparently a muscular man is enough and he forgets that I exist,” Freed commented sourly.

“Well, you can talk to me,” the blond proposed. Freed turned back to him. At least the blonde had taken a more decent stance and now the arrogant smirk had been replaced by a more sincere smile. Maybe that was what broke Freed, or maybe the fact that he really needed to let off steam about his hateful boss.

“I had a shit day, I had a fight with my boss because he's a fucking asshole who can't admit when he's wrong and because he doesn't want me to be a cook, but he's looking for other chefs because clearly the ones who are there, aren’t enough. I’ve a good career as a chef, and he makes me a waiter, damn it,” he snapped irritably.

The blond frowned.

“If you’ve a good career as a chef why don't you go to another restaurant?” he asked.

“Because working as a chef at that resort will give me a lot more chances and give me a good reputation. It seemed like a fantastic idea last year, now I realize that with such a boss it would’ve been better to work elsewhere” he grunted irritably.

The blond was silent for a moment and Freed looked at him.

“If you want to go find another guy to have fun with you can do it, I'm definitely not in the mood,” he said at that point, thinking he was getting bored.

“No, I was actually thinking about your boss. He must be really an asshole if you said so” the stranger commented, throwing him a curious look.

“Asshole is an understatement,” Freed grunted “A spoiled and arrogant man who's only there because his father made the effort to open the resort. He didn't do anything and I also doubt he can handle business, he probably makes other people do everything. He’s there just because he’s lucky. And the worst thing is that in the next few days his son will come, probably another spoiled boy with the stink under his nose unable to do anything, like any son of the boss” he growled irritably, tightening his grip on the glass.

The blond looked at him a bit puzzled and then smiled amused.

“What's funny?” Freed asked nervously.

“Nothing” said the stranger. “Actually I'm sorry for you. I know how annoying guys can be who have done nothing in their entire life and are only there by sheer luck,” he added.

“Have you had anything to do with it too?” Freed asked.

“More or less” smiled the blond. “What's your name?” he asked.

“Freed,” he replied.

“Well, it was nice meeting you. Your friend is coming, so I'll get out of the way,” he said as he stood up and again an arrogant smirk spread across his face. “I'm Laxus Dreyar, see you at work,” he said winking at him, and then walked away through the crowd.

Freed remained speechless staring with wide eyes at the broad back of the blonde who was walking away. That was definitely a shitty day, and probably also the end of his career.

***

Freed had thought things couldn't get any worse after insulting his boss in front of his son. But they actually got worse, because when he had to serve breakfast that morning, he found himself having to serve none other than Ivan and his son.

Really, that was bad luck.

He would probably have been fired on the spot and also in front of the rest of the waiters. Probably Ivan would also put bad rumors about him and Freed would have to run away from Magnolia and also from Fiore to find a decent job. Perhaps he could no longer be a chef.

With those thoughts he reached the tables. The two men were sitting in one of them, and Freed put down the orders they had taken. Two croissants, two coffees and two glasses of water. He met Laxus' gaze who, in addition to being much more beautiful in the sunlight, was clearly smiling at him with amusement.

“Thanks. If all the waiters are so sexy, I think I'll go through here more often” he said and Ivan almost choked on the water he had started drinking, starting to cough frantically. Freed looked puzzled at the blonde, completely at a loss for words. He had thought of many possible scenarios, but certainly not such a thing.

“Laxus,” Ivan growled.

“What's up? It’s true. I was almost afraid you’d only taken girls in short, low-cut uniforms. This is much better, especially with the tight pants he’s wearing,” Laxus continued, eyeing him openly. Freed was still too stunned to have any reaction. Seriously, what game was that boy playing?

“Get out of here, go back to the kitchen” Ivan growled and Freed obeyed, walking away a little dazed.

“What’s up? You should be happy, at least I’ve a good reason to come back here” he heard from Laxus, but soon after Freed entered the bar and could no longer hear the conversation between the two.

He went back to the counter and thought back to the absurd scene he had just experienced. Did Laxus want to embarrass him in front of his father? It didn't make sense, the most embarrassed had seemed Ivan. And honestly, getting a compliment from a man as handsome as Laxus would certainly not embarrass him, on the contrary, it would only make him gloat more. He shook his head in confusion and took another tray, pushing that thought away and thinking about his work. The important thing was not to have been fired.

***

Freed didn't think things would turn out for the better. He had had his job as a cook, and he honestly didn't fully understand why. Ivan had come to him pissed off, told him he could have his job as a chef and told him not to go near his son. Freed had assumed by then that perhaps the reason he would no longer be serving the tables was Laxus' comment. Not that it made any sense, as they could still see each other at the resort. Besides, it was Laxus who hit on him, Freed hadn't done anything. All in all he had nothing to complain about, as he had gotten the job he wanted.

Dreyars were just weird and Freed didn't want to have anything to do with them anyway. Even though Laxus was handsome -and he really was, dammit- he was definitely a weird guy. Plus, Freed didn't really want to piss off Ivan any more than necessary. Now that he had his job as a cook, he wouldn't do anything to ruin his chance. He would work hard until the end of the season, so that he would have a good experience and maybe even a springboard to work at other resorts.

And probably by being a cook he would have had less chance of meeting Laxus.

Probably.

It wasn't quite like that. Either he was unlucky, or that blond was following him, because one evening, as soon as he finished his shift and walked out of the kitchens, he passed Laxus who was talking to a waitress. Freed waved goodnight just out of politeness, and then walked away quickly, but obviously Laxus was there for him, because he reached him.

“I heard you got the job as a chef. You can thank me,” Laxus said. Freed gave him a mixed look between doubtful and frowning.

“Excuse me?”

“The only reason why my father locked you up in the kitchens is because in this way we don’t have a chance to see each other again, you know?” Laxus explained.

“A rather absurd reason, we still work in the same resort,” Freed commented, stopping in the middle of the corridor and glancing around hoping that Ivan wouldn’t pass by at that moment. Just two days ago he had ordered him to stay away from his son, damn it. Even if it was an absurd order, he didn't want to risk his career.

“I agree with you, but he couldn't fire you and he thought that this way we wouldn't see each other again,” Laxus said. Freed narrowed his still doubtful gaze.

“Won't you tell him I insulted him?” he asked, lowering his voice as if fearing Laxus wanted to blackmail him in some way. Laxus, however, chuckled.

“Nah, don't worry. I insult him half the time and to tell the truth I understand you. He's an asshole at home, at work he can't be different,” he replied with a shrug. Freed still looked at him doubtfully. He still didn't understand what Laxus wanted from him.

“What do you want?” he asked.

“Know you better. I thought getting you your dream job would melt you a little, ice-boy” Laxus replied immediately. Freed raised an eyebrow.

“So the only reason you made that out of place comment was to get my attention?” he asked skeptically. Laxus chuckled.

“Well, more or less. I also pissed off my dad, which is always fun, and at the same time I did a good deed by getting you the job you wanted. Not that I wasn't sincere, I didn't really think my father would hire a guy like you,” he replied mischievously.

Freed looked at him in silence for a couple of seconds. So that blond was really attracted to him. Or maybe he was angry with him because he had thrown his ego down by refusing him to the Blue Pegasus. Well, whatever he had in mind, Freed didn't want to have anything to do with him. Even though he was probably the sexiest guy who had ever flirted with him, he didn't want to lose his job and antagonize Ivan even more. So he threw all the desire to flirt down his stomach and took on an impassive tone.

“Well, thanks for your good deed then” he said “But as I said the other night, I'm not interested” he replied.

“Not yet” Laxus smiled “Try not to drool behind my body as you did the other night” greeted him and walked away. Freed looked at him in silence, while a faint blush rose up his cheeks.

He shook his head and walked to his room, with a clear thought in mind: the Dreyars would be his downfall.

***

There were advantages to working in a luxury resort. First of all, the fact that when Freed had an afternoon or a day off, he could benefit from his services without having to move. Second, the employee discount.

Freed walked into the sauna, thinking that that would definitely do him good for relieving the nervousness he had built up throughout the day. Like every day, Ivan had been unbearable and for some reason he had taken it out on all the cooks, including Freed. Freed had made a tremendous effort to keep his tongue between his teeth, and for once he had succeeded. It had been a miracle, but he was still thinking about what he wanted to tell him.

He tried to clear his mind and after taking a quick shower taking off his swimsuit, he wrapped the towel around his hips and went straight to the saunas. He entered the first free sauna and sat on the bench, inhaling deeply and trying to relax.

It wasn’t difficult, the heat had a good effect on him and he leaned his head to the wood, enjoying that tranquility more than deserved.

Until he heard the door open. He opened his eyes and was shocked to see none other than the boss's son.

Laxus Dreyar in all his glory, with only a small towel wrapped around his hips.

Holy shit.

“You too here” smiled the blonde sitting not far from him and Freed made a clear effort to take his eyes off his body. Great, his whole goal of relaxing had gone to hell. Why did the Dreyars always have to ruin his days in one way or another?

“Apparently,” he said a little annoyed and closed his eyes, trying not to think about the fact that the incredibly muscular and incredibly naked body of that blonde was just inches from him.

“Stressful day?” Laxus asked.

“Enough, since I've been working all day, on contrary to you,” Freed said and didn't regret his tone in the slightest. He didn't care that Laxus was Ivan Dreyar's son, in fact, that was probably just one more reason to be angry with him, even if he wasn't as much of an asshole as his father.

“Just because I do a different job doesn't mean I don't work,” Laxus replied and Freed heard a rustle, which made him open his eyes. Laxus had stretched his legs on the bench and was staring openly with interest. Hell, if he hadn't been Ivan Dreyar's son, Freed would’ve done a lot of things to that body.

“I guess watching others work and give absurd orders is very tiring,” he said ironically, turning his gaze again.

“You know, mentally it's very stressful to be behind such a resort. And at least you do a job you like,” Laxus replied.

“Sure,” Freed muttered, staring at the door in front of him. If only he hadn't been locked in an extremely hot little sauna with Laxus naked beside him, maybe he would have found a better answer.

“Does it bother you if I take off the towel?” Laxus asked and Freed felt himself flush. Now it was hot. Very hot. And the idea of seeing that body completely naked… no, he really didn't want to.

“No, I'm done,” he said, keeping an incredibly firm tone. He got up and opened the door to get out of there as fast as possible.

“Hey, if I make you uncomfortable, I can stay with the towel,” Laxus said following him.

“You can do whatever you want,” Freed retorted trying to keep a cool tone. It was getting difficult though. He headed straight for the showers, to freshen up a bit and maybe put some distance between him and Laxus. It didn't work, because the blonde followed him.

“You don't have to leave because of me.”

“I'm not leaving because of you,” Freed retorted, avoiding looking at him. He walked over to the showers and turned to Laxus, who was looking at him amused. Freed stared at him in silence, giving him a dirty look that he hoped would push him away. Laxus, however, remained there. “Can you leave?” Freed asked after a while.

“Why should I? I'm here to take a shower. A piece of advice, if you want to do it you have to take off your towel” he added with an arrogant tone. God what an asshole.

“Seriously, get out of here,” Freed said irritably. Laxus leaned his back against the wall, abandoning his smirk and arrogant attitude.

“Are you really not even a little interested?” he asked in an oddly calm tone. Freed hesitated for a moment and again his gaze fell on the incredibly toned and sweaty abdomen of Laxus. Damn, that boy was practically a god. If only he had been dressed Freed wouldn't have been so distracted. And if he wasn't Ivan's son, Freed would have succumbed to flirting by taking both towels off their bodies and touching those gorgeous muscles, letting Laxus do whatever he wanted with him in that shower.

“Look, I'm certainly not going to do it with my boss's son. Besides the fact that Mr. Dreyar clearly told me to stay away from you,” he said, thinking that saying he wasn't interested would be a colossal lie.

“Oh, so that's the only reason you're not giving in,” Laxus commented.

“No. Also because you're not my type.” Freed lied sharply.

Laxus pursed his lips provocatively again.

“Not your type, huh? Yet your gaze says otherwise, Justine,” he said. Freed stiffened and when Laxus approached him he forced himself to stand still and not back away. Not that it would help him much, as he had a wall inches from his back.

Laxus came close enough to make touch their chests and make him feel the warmth of his skin. Once again, Freed forced himself not to move and to keep his gaze, forcing himself to swallow all the excitement that was building up to have such a handsome man so close. Damn close.

“You know, the fact that my father doesn't want me to approach you is just one more reason to do it,” Laxus admitted in an amused tone.

“Because you’re an asshole who enjoys seeing others immersed in problems?” Freed asked trying to keep a firm tone.

“No, because I enjoy pissing off my father,” Laxus admitted and lowered his face to him. Freed held his breath. “But if I'm not your type, I won't stress you out anymore,” Laxus blew on his face. Freed just wanted to get closer and close the distance between them, kissing those incredibly inviting lips. Laxus walked away and the air returned.

“I hope you won't kick yourself, Justine,” he said and a moment later he hit the shower button, and Freed was hit by the jet of water. He opened his mouth in shock but no sound came out and Laxus laughed. “I told you to take off your towel if you wanted to take a shower. See you” he greeted and Freed stared at him with a dry throat and a throbbing heart.

Damn asshole.

***

Laxus had kept his word. He hadn't stressed him out anymore, nor had he flirt with him again. Freed had to admit, with some nervousness, that he was quite disappointed with that behavior. He wasn't kicking himself, he just wanted revenge on him for how he had soaked him in water when he was still wearing the towel. Yes, that was the reason. Certainly not the fact that Laxus was practically a walking God. And certainly not the fact that Laxus was temperamentally much kinder and much friendlier than his father.

Not that it took much to be better than Ivan Dreyar, Freed kept thinking, to get rid of all the good thoughts about that blonde.

It didn't work at all, as Freed had seen with his own eyes that Laxus was really nice with all employees. Everyone loved him and spoke well of him. He looked nothing like his father at all. Neither temperamentally, nor physically.

In any case, Freed kept thinking about how arrogant he had been at first, so as not to kick himself. Because, he could admit at least to himself, Laxus was really handsome and friendly. But he remained Ivan's son and Freed had only had one very specific order from the boss, it shouldn't have been difficult to respect it. So Freed continued to work, insulting Ivan every night -paying attention to whoever talked about him- and trying to think as little as possible about Laxus.

That evening he was walking down the corridor to leave the resort and go to the Blue Pegasus to talk to Hibiki, but when he turned the corner, he collided with Laxus.

“Piece of shit,” the blonde growled.

“You're the one who came on me,” Freed immediately retorted. Laxus looked at him for a moment in silence, then snorted and turned away.

“I wasn't talking to you, sorry,” he said. Freed looked at him a little surprised, just nodded and they both got into the elevator. Freed saw that Laxus wasn't pressing the button, so he asked if he should go downstairs. Laxus nodded and Freed hit the button.

��Stressful day?” the cook asked to break the silence and Laxus smiled bitterly.

“Not really, I just had a fight with my dad,” he said. “You were right to say he's an asshole.”

“I'd rather you didn’t say it out loud,” Freed reiterated. Even though they were inside the elevator, he didn't want to risk being overheard by the wrong person.

“You can rest easy, the asshole is away, on a fucking trip with his new wife,” Laxus growled. Freed didn’t reply and looked at him a little worried. He didn't know anything about Laxus' family and didn't want to ask intrusive questions, but the blonde looked really pissed off.

“I'm sorry,” he just said.

“Nah, it's lucky that he's gone, or I’d have risked punching him. But next week he'll be back with that woman who's even more annoying than him,” he said.

“I find it really difficult,” Freed commented softly and Laxus gave a short, bitter laugh.

“Yeah, I thought so too,” he said.

The elevator reached the ground floor. The two went out and both walked towards the exit of the resort. When they were out Laxus sat down on a bench, running his hands through his hair, obviously nervous. Freed started to greet him, but when he saw him bitterly staring at the grass at his feet, he hesitated for a moment. Laxus was a really good person, he was sorry to see him like that. At that point he decided to take a step towards him.

“If you want to let off steam, on the beach there’s an area with a punching bag.”

Laxus looked up in confusion. “I’ve a gym on the floor above my room, if I want to let off steam I go there” he pointed out in a tired tone.

“Yes, but you wouldn't have the chance to be admired by the guy who destroyed your ego a few weeks ago by refusing you,” Freed said and regretted the sentence as soon as he finished it.

For long seconds Laxus just blinked with a shocked expression. Finally, he smiled in amusement.

“You're kicking yourself, huh?” he asked him.

“Not at all,” Freed replied promptly. “I'm just returning the favor you did me when you got me the job as a chef. But as I returned the favor, I’ll also return a revenge for letting me take a shower with the towel,” he declared.

Laxus laughed slightly.

“If I can make you drool then I accept the invitation” he said, standing up.

“I doubt I'll drool. Rather I can tease you when I see that your muscles are just full of air,” Freed retorted.

“Yeah, I think you'll drool a lot,” Laxus smiled.

***

“My father has always had very high demands, he decided everything for me and made me study economics and then let me take over the resort,” Laxus said as he walked with Freed along the beach.

The two had reached the beach but hadn’t found the equipment to let Laxus vent. On the other hand, they had played basketball, finding an abandoned ball and making a few shots for a basket. Then they walked towards the shore and started walking aimlessly chatting. And apparently, Laxus was now comfortable enough to tell him about his family.

“And I wanted to make him happy, partly so as not to fight constantly, partly because I wanted his approval. And when I finally started working seriously in high school, things almost got better. For a period of time we also got on well, he bragged to me to his partners, and I went to those fucking dinners just to make him happy,” he said and then shook his head.

“Practically I didn't have a social life, but at least I didn't fight it anymore with him. Until he caught me with a guy,” he said. Freed looked at him sorry and Laxus snorted. “He made me an incredible scene, and it’s only thanks to my grandfather that he then 'accepted' me,” he said making the quotes with his hands. “He didn't really accept it, but since I'm his only child and he can't tell me anything about the rest, he just doesn't talk about it and pretend nothing has happened.”

“I'm sorry,” Freed said.

“Nah, I'm used to it now. And it could be worse” he added and then glanced at him. “Anyway, I'm not the only one with a fucking family,” he added. Freed flapped for a moment and then smiled slightly.

“My family is great, they didn't even have to accept it. I think they knew even before I told them,” he revealed with a shrug. Laxus nodded slightly.

“Well, glad to know there are such families,” he muttered. “They probably even took you to the marches,” he later commented.

“More or less,” Freed chuckled. “My mother wanted to support me at all costs and in every moment of my life. She was a little embarrassing, but she’s really fantastic” he admitted and Laxus smiled slightly.

“She must be a really good person,” he said.

“She is,” Freed said confidently. “Even though she came to me one day with a book about gay sex and how to protect myself, I think it was the most embarrassing moment of my life,” he said and Laxus chuckled in amusement.

“Well, you can't say she wasn't close to you.”

“No, definitely,” Freed smiled. “Even if I drove her crazy a lot in the last year of high school,” he said.

“Really? Were you one of those dicks who didn't study anything?” Laxus asked.

“Not at all. I was actually a model student,” Freed revealed.

“One of those nerds with the stink under their nose?” Laxus guessed and for a moment Freed frowned, but then chuckled and nodded.

“Yeah, you probably would have called me that,” he revealed. “Until the end of the fourth year, from there I got engaged to a guy who made me do shit one after another. My mother, on the one hand, wanted to support me, on the other she was very worried,” he said. “Once I didn't come home for a whole weekend, she thought I was on drugs and that I was fucking with who knows who. In reality I was just sleeping with him”.

“Well, from a model student you turned into a rebel,” Laxus teased.

“Not really, I just melted a little,” Freed revealed. “And I think all teenagers have done shit in life,” he added. Laxus frowned and Freed feared he had said something bad. “Sorry,” he said, realizing that Laxus had previously told him that he had spent his entire life under his father's rules.

“Don't worry, it's not that I didn't enjoy. I just... I had a bad temper and got along with very few people,” Laxus said. “I still remember that time everyone went for a midnight swim and I refused and left. It would’ve been fun, but for some reason I was convinced that if I did, someone would steal my clothes,” he said.

Freed turned to him and met his gaze.

“Are you telling me you've never had a midnight swim? If I were you, I’d be ashamed of it,” he said clearly jokingly.

“I never understood the meaning of it,” Laxus objected, frowning.

“The point is to have fun going out first and stealing other people’s clothes, especially if he's the guy you like,” Freed explained. “So, do you want to take a bath?” he asked.

Laxus turned to him recovering the arrogant smile, which sent a shiver of excitement down Freed's spine.

“You're really kicking yourself, huh?”

“You’d like it,” was the presumptuous reply. “If you don't undress, I'll throw you into the sea, as revenge for the surprise shower,” he added with a smirk. Laxus laughed and they both began to undress to go in for a bath.

Freed, even knowing it was a bad idea, because Laxus was the boss's son and because they didn't know each other well yet, decided not to think. There was something about that boy that told him that if he didn't take advantage of it, he would miss a once in a lifetime opportunity.

***

Freed boarded the ferry and took a seat, while Laxus sat in front of him. They had gotten pretty close since they had taken the midnight swim. Laxus had started flirting again and Freed enjoyed flirting back, at least when Ivan wasn't around. Unfortunately, however, due to their work they were unable to see each other often, even though they worked in the same resort. That’s why that afternoon they had decided to go for a tour to the Tenrou island. Freed had the afternoon off, and Laxus had no problem shifting his working hours.

“Have you really never visited it before?” Laxus asked and Freed shook his head.

“No. Unlike you, I work, I don't have time for boat trips” Freed teased him a bit. If at first he had been acid, now he did it jokingly, clearly he knew that Laxus worked.

“Funny,” Laxus commented.

The ferry left and Freed looked down at the brochure he was holding, to read more about Tenrou, the small island that was now a nature reserve. The wind ruffled his hair and threw it in his face and Freed moaned softly as he heard Laxus chuckle. He took the rubber band and began to tie them in a high ponytail, but in doing so the brochure fluttered and Laxus caught it, smiling clearly amused.

“So, you’re interested in the myth of Tenrou?” he asked.

“Yes, I’m interested in history in general,” Freed replied as Laxus leafed through the brochure. “Even if that myth seems more like a way to advertise the island to engaged couples. From what I read, there lived a woman forced to immortality killed by the man whom she loved because of a kiss” he said. Laxus raised an eyebrow as he turned the pages.

“There’s another myth about that island,” he said. Freed became interested and leaned slightly towards him. “My grandfather always told me when I was a child. It's about Mavis' story, how she met her first friends and founded the city of Magnolia,” he explained.

“And what does it say?” Freed asked.

Laxus returned the brochure to the boy and began to tell about the life of Mavis, a girl who had lived for years alone on that island with only her imaginary friend, and how he had met her first friends, a gang of thieves.

When they arrived on the island, Laxus had just finished telling the whole story, and the two boys got off the boat as they began to visit the place. Laxus led him to see the big tree, Mavis' grave and other places while he continued to tell the stories his grandfather had told him, which Freed was very interested in.

They wandered around the island chatting and when they finished the tour inside and returned to the beach Freed realized that time had really flown by.

“I really need to take a bath,” he commented noting he was all sweaty after that hike. The heat of the summer season didn't help at all.

“Well, you can do it. And if you don't have a swimsuit, don't worry, it's a nudist beach,” Laxus said quietly. Freed stared at him skeptically and in silence, a little surprised at the revelation.

“Really?” he asked.

“Of course, it's an isolated beach and there aren't many tourists. Besides, it was written in the brochure,” Laxus said.

Freed frowned, he didn't remember reading such a thing and he was sure that if he read it, he would remember it. He wasn’t modest, but he had never been to a nudist beach and didn’t want to undress in the sunlight, especially when he didn’t see other people around him to confirm that statement. At the moment it was just the two of them on the beach.

“You’re really modest,” Laxus commented with a smirk.

“Because I don't trust you,” Freed muttered as Laxus set the towel on the beach and sat on it.

“Do you really think I would risk getting you a fine?” he asked, arching an eyebrow.

“I think you'd do anything to see me naked,” Freed promptly replied and Laxus chuckled.

Freed sat down next to him when Laxus waved him to sit down, then took the brochure and reread it to find out if the blonde had really been bullshitting him or not. He read it all and eventually found no paragraph, not a single line that said it was a nudist beach. He looked up at Laxus who was clearly looking amused.

“Seriously? You’d have made me get a fine,” Freed said irritably and also embarrassed at being fooled so easily. Laxus laughed.

“Everyone is looking at Mavis' grave. I would’ve enjoyed the view and then I’d have told you to get dressed before the others came,” he retorted. “Or maybe I would’ve made you run around naked until the others came, who knows,” he added amused.

Freed narrowed his gaze.

“I'll take my revenge,” he warned him.

“Nothing happened,” Laxus retorted with a laugh.

“Because I'm smart,” Freed retorted. “I doubt you’ll be able to escape my revenge.”

“Sure,” Laxus said derisively. “I doubt you can be vindictive, you're just a kid who gets embarrassed easily,” he added.

“We'll see,” Freed retorted and turned his gaze towards the sea, thanking the fact that he hadn't undressed.

***

Laxus was having a great time. He'd almost feared that staying at that resort with his father would be terribly boring, but Freed's presence was distracting him enough from the fights with his father and the stress at work. In fact, teasing him or flirting with him had become the funniest thing of the day.

In the end, Freed didn't take revenge, but Laxus wasn't surprised. That guy might be good at flirting and resisting his advances, but Laxus doubted he could really embarrass him. Also, Freed was really attracted to him, he could see it from the way he looked at him. And God, the idea of being able to take such a man to bed sparked arousal throughout Laxus' body. After the sauna he had feared that he had exaggerated and that he had missed his chance, but luckily that wasn’t the case.

Knowing that Freed was still willing to flirt with him and play along with him was exciting.

“Hey Laxus, are you in the world of the living or are you dreaming?” Cana called him back and Laxus returned to reality. He hadn't heard anything about his friends' conversation. Evergreen, Cana, and Bickslow were clearly watching him expectantly.

“Sorry, work stresses me out,” he said.

“Yeah, with that look I guess the problem is work,” Cana commented ironically and Laxus found himself blushing slightly. He had no idea what expression he had, but certainly thinking about Freed couldn't help him keep a serious look.

“What are you talking about?” he changed the subject.

“Later I want to know what you were thinking,” Cana said.

“I'm pretty sure it has to do with a guy,” Bickslow commented amused.

“Not that it's hard to understand,” Evergreen gave a strong hand.

What great bastards.

Laxus just shook his head. “What were you talking about?” he asked again.

“About the waitress,” Cana said with a nod and Laxus followed her gaze. Ah, Mirajane. “So, will you tell me if she’s engaged or not? And even if she’s interested in women,” Cana said.

“She's not engaged and... I honestly don't know,” Laxus admitted.

Mirajane at that moment approached them with a tray in her hand and a dangerous smile on her face. Laxus didn't give it too much thought, thinking that she probably wanted to make fun of Evergreen by telling him about Elfman. This girl had a sadistic streak about embarrassing people publicly, and Laxus enjoyed helping her.

“Here are the orders,” Mirajane said, putting down three cups of coffee and one of tea for Evergreen. Then she gave two slices of cake to Bickslow, two brioches to Evergreen and Cana and then she turned to Laxus and smiled broadly at him placing a slice of cheesecake in front of him.

“This is for you. The cook told me to tell you that it was made by his golden hands, that you adore, just for you”.

Laxus was stunned for a moment, while Mirajane watched him clearly amused. The boy then realized what she had said and felt his face blush furiously. Fuck. Fuck! Mirajane giggled.

“Oh, and he also said to tell you that if you want to see him naked, you don't need to take him to a nude beach, you just have to join him in the sauna or hot tub. And that he’s very pleased to have caught your attention. Enjoy your breakfast!” she trilled and then walked away happily as ever as Laxus's face took on a distinctly red color.

Cana, Evergreen and Bickslow turned to him in shock and with a thousand questions. Laxus suddenly regretted telling Freed that his nosy friends would be arriving that day and that they had fun pissing him off.

“So, who’s this cook?” Bickslow asked with a grin on his face.

“And did you really take him to a nudist beach?” Evergreen asked.

“But above all, what did he do to you with those golden hands?” Cana asked.

Laxus pounced on the cheesecake to keep from answering their questions, thinking he'd take revenge for that stupid fucking prank.

***

Freed smiled broadly as he relaxed in the hot tub. He would have liked to have seen Laxus' expression when he made fun of him in front of his friends, but Mirajane's description was satisfactory anyway. Was he really blushing so much? Freed really wanted to see him.

He chuckled to himself as he turned on the whirlpool and stood in front of the jet so that it hit his back directly. After a day of work it was definitely pleasant to go there and the fact that there were only a few people at that time helped him to relax even more.

He closed his eyes and rested his head on the edge of the pool sliding further down into the tub and muttering softly, enjoying that wonderful massage. Until he felt a shift of water and a warm hand resting on his side.

He snapped his eyes open only to find Laxus in front of him with his lips folded in a smirk that heralded nothing but trouble.

“You enjoyed yourself, right?” Laxus asked as he approached and pinned him against the edge of the tub. Freed blinked for a couple of seconds and swallowed nervously, trying to control the eyes that wanted to travel every single groove of that fantastic body. Somehow Freed managed to fold his lips into a smirk.

“Actually yes, Mira said you were red as a tomato,” he said smugly. Laxus blushed slightly and Freed's smirk widened. “I didn't think I'd embarrass you so much in front of your friends,” he teased again, trying to ignore Laxus's body.

“You're an asshole, you know,” Laxus said.

“Maybe, but I'm not the one who started it,” he retorted. Laxus narrowed his gaze and pushed forward causing their chests to collide. Freed inhaled sharply and Laxus smiled sadistically at his reaction.

“No, but you won't be the one to finish it either,” he said, straddling him and Freed swallowed nervously. Laxus's hands held his hips steady and his thighs prevented him from getting up. Not that Freed would have wanted to do it. “And now I really want to find out what you can do with those golden hands” he blew in his face.

Freed felt himself blush and blinked in surprise. Did he really mean…?

Oh fuck yeah, he really meant it.

Laxus's hand that went down his abdominals and reached the hem of his costume was definitely eloquent.

“Here?” Freed asked hoarsely.

“Well,” Laxus started with a grin as he ran his hand under Freed's swimsuite. “Since you embarrassed me in public, it seems right that your punishment takes place here.”

Freed was about to retort, but Laxus's hand moving under the costume made him forget all complaints. He looked around and noticed that, at least in that room, there was no one. However, in the others there were probably other customers or employees.

Laxus gave his cock a hard pump and Freed moaned. However, that didn't seem like a punishment at all.

“I advise you to be quiet if you don't want to be overheard,” Laxus said as he pulled Freed's cock out of the costume and pumped it faster.

“Shit,” Freed whispered and Laxus smiled, placing the lips on his neck and kissing him voraciously. Freed decided to get busy, if Laxus wanted to know what he could do with his hands then hell, he would.

He ran his hands around his muscular body that he had admired for far too long and gasped at the sensation. God, he hardly believed he had such a man sitting on top of him. His hands quickly went down to his stomach, he pulled down the costume directly and, after taking a look at Laxus's cock, wrapped it in his fingers and started pumping.

“Fuck,” Laxus muttered and moved to remove the costume from both himself and Freed. Then he positioned himself on Freed again and pushed their cocks against each other.

“Oh shit,” Freed moaned.

“Shut up,” Laxus whispered.

Freed wrapped his fingers around their cocks and started pumping them together, all thoughts focused on that wonderfully sexy body and the contact he had craved. Laxus bent over him and took Freed’s face in his hands, kissing him.

Freed inhaled sharply but didn't take long to reciprocate, while he felt Laxus' hands go down his neck and then his chest, until they reached his nipples and teased them. Freed glanced at the door to check that no one was arriving. Damn, the fact that anyone who could arrive at any moment was exciting him even more.

Laxus moved his lips back to his neck stifling another moan and Freed increased the movement of his hand. Then Laxus pressed the whirlpool button which hit Freed's back directly.

“Fuck” he moaned too loudly.

“Faster,” Laxus gasped on his neck.

Freed obeyed, unable to restrain himself any longer and felt his orgasm approach. He increased the movement of his hand and with the other hand he grabbed Laxus's hair, forcibly turning his head and kissing him intensely, while he felt his orgasm rise again. Biting Laxus' lip he cummed into the water. He kept moving his hand until he also felt Laxus's cock squirt and his body shaking at the sensation.

When it finished Freed stood still enjoying the last moments of the whirlpool, with Laxus's body still attached to him and his breath tickling his face.

“Fuck” Freed muttered after a few seconds.

Laxus smiled wearily and Freed smiled back, exhausted and high.

“Shit, you're fucking awesome,” Laxus said, kissing him again. Freed reciprocated without having the slightest desire to break away from that incredibly sexy body. “Now I can tell, your hands are truly magical,” he said and Freed laughed slightly.

Laxus moved and grabbed his swimsuit and put on it, then grabbed Freed's. The boy reached out and thought he was going to pass it to him, but Laxus grinned and walked out of the pool without giving it back.

“Have a nice walk, asshole,” he said as he walked quickly to the door.

“Laxus,” Freed called as he stood up to follow him, but the blond was already at the door and Freed was still in the tub.

“I advise you not to scream if you don't want to attract attention,” Laxus mocked, then grabbed his and Freed's bathrobes and hurried out of the room.

Freed could only watch the glass door move and remain naked and red-faced in the tub. Embarrassed, he covered his crotch with his hands, thinking that he would soon take revenge on that sexy bastard.

***

Laxus had discovered that Freed had managed to reach the towels without being seen by anyone, but then he had had to walk all the way down the hall with only that miserable piece of cloth around his hips to his room. It wasn't that bad, but Laxus laughed when he imagined the scene.

And well, thinking back to that night and how Freed had touched him, gave him constant ideas about how to take that boy and what it would be like to run his hands over his body again. Damn, that boy was a natural temptation, Laxus had thought that from the first time he had seen him sitting on the loveseat of the Blue Pegasus. Who knows what it would have been like to fuck him, have him under him and hear his loud moans instead of the muffled ones he had heard in that tub. Laxus smiled, thinking that at that rate it wouldn't take long to get him to bed, especially if Freed was so responsive.

At the moment, however, he had something more serious to focus on, like the meeting between his father's partners, which would have unnerved him even more. So after having breakfast, he went to the elevator, adjusting his jacket and waiting for it to arrive on the ground floor. He glanced at his watch and then realized that someone was approaching. It was Freed. He frowned slightly.

“What are you doing here?” he asked.

“I forgot something in my room,” Freed said, admiring him. Laxus smiled slightly, Freed wasn't as discreet as he thought he was. But it was okay, and Laxus enjoyed knowing he had an effect on him. Especially considering how crazy that green-haired devil drove him every time Laxus saw him.

The elevator arrived and the two went up.

“Do you have a meeting this morning?” Freed asked.

“Unfortunately,” Laxus commented, glancing at him.

Freed smiled devilishly and pressed a couple of buttons, sending the elevator into a tailspin.

“What are you doing?” Laxus asked.

“You'll like it” was his reply and without wasting time Freed stood up on tiptoe and kissed him, running his hands over Laxus’ pants. He unfastened his belt and with a sharp gesture opened his pants. Laxus gasped on his lips.

“I’ve a meeting in five minutes,” he said.

“I bet I'll be able to get you to cum within that time,” Freed smiled.

Laxus would have turned him away. Damn, even if that cook was sexy as hell there was no way that he masturbated him in the elevator risking to dirty his work clothes. And in five fucking minutes he wouldn't be able to do anything. But before he could say anything, Freed reached down between his legs and all the words Laxus wanted to say caught in his throat.

Freed lowered his boxers and took his cock between his fingers, gave two strong pumps and then put it in his mouth. Laxus's eyes widened and a whimper escaped his lips without him being able to hold it back. Shocked he watched the boy move his mouth over him.

Oh fucking hell.

Freed looked up at him and Laxus groaned just to see those evil eyes. Freed increased his speed, moved his tongue to its full length, and then rolled it over the tip of his cock.

“Oh shit,” Laxus moaned as he felt his legs shake. The elevator started up again and Laxus pressed the buttons again to stop it. “Freed… holy shit,” he gasped and leaned his head against the wall, thrusting his hips forward asking for more. Freed picked up speed and took it down his throat, Laxus cursed again.

“F-Fuck” he moaned but the lift started up again. Before he could stop it a third time, Freed stood up and took Laxus’ face in his hands, kissing him. Laxus let himself be carried away by the kiss and placed his hands on Freed's hips, even though his cock was demanding attention.

He felt a sensation of panic when he realized that the elevator was going up and he broke away from Freed. At that moment the cook adjusted his boxers and pulled up the zipper of his trousers.

“I lost the bet,” Freed said with a shrug.

“What?” Laxus asked stunned as the elevator stopped at his floor.

Freed just stamped a kiss on his lips and smiled wickedly. “You don't want to be late for the meeting,” he said.

At that moment the elevator doors opened and Freed walked out, greeting Jellal Fernandez politely and walking down the corridor. The man entered the elevator while Laxus was still looking at Freed in disbelief, excited and pissed off.

“Isn't that your plan? The meeting has started,” Jellal said.

Laxus without answering came out of the elevator, with an erection in his pants and an incredible desire to fuck that asshole's mouth. He barely wondered how he was going to get to that fucking meeting in those conditions. All his thoughts were focused on the revenge he would organize. That damn cook was playing with the wrong person.

***

When Erza came to call him saying the boss wanted to talk to him, Freed felt panic envelop him. His first thought was that Ivan had discovered that he was having fun with his son. Fuck, it could be. Maybe Mr. Fernandez had understood this when he got to the elevator, or maybe someone had seen them in the tub, or had heard them flirt. Maybe Laxus had talked to his father about him after he got pissed off. Freed immediately dismissed that thought, Laxus was an asshole, but not such an asshole. He wasn't going to get him fired and for something like that, and then it seemed to him that he was having a good time.

This didn’t mean that Ivan couldn’t have found out about it some other way.

Freed went up the stairs anxiously but when he got to Ivan Dreyar's office floor, he noticed that Laxus was outside the door. He approached a little hesitantly.

“As you can imagine, I called you,” the blond said.

Freed felt the worry vanish, replaced by a completely different anxiety. An anxiety full of expectation and excitement. Freed knew that Laxus would organize a revenge. He knew it from the moment he got out of that elevator. He didn’t care in the least, on the contrary, he was looking forward to Laxus putting something into action, if that meant touching that wonderfully sexy body again.

“Isn't Mr. Dreyar there?” he asked.

“Yes, but it's in his office. Follow me,” Laxus ordered and turned.

Freed couldn’t help but obey him, until he reached Laxus' office. As soon as he entered, he looked around, almost envious that the blonde could have such a beautiful view when he was working. A large table was positioned on one side of the room, with the windows behind which you could see the beach directly, on one side there were shelves full of books and in one corner there were two armchairs with a small table in the middle.

“Why did you make me call?” he asked turning back to Laxus, who was looking at him smiling.

“Oh, you really don't get it?” the blond asked, approaching him and taking him by the shoulder. He led him to the windows and Freed felt a thrill of excitement go through him as Laxus showed him Magnolia from the windows. “Nice view, right?” Laxus asked blowing in his ear.

“Yes,” Freed replied, trying to chase away all the perverse thoughts that were coming to his mind. Laxus fucking him against the window. Freed fucking Laxus against the window. Laxus bending him over the table and fucking him there. Whatever his revenge had been he was already getting tough.

Laxus' hands rested on his hips and Freed held his breath, agitated and with the adrenaline flowing through his body. His big hands pulled his shirt off his trousers and then climbed under the fabric and Freed shivered slightly.

“You really like the idea of getting fucked by your boss in front of the window” Laxus commented amused with his lips on his ear. Freed thought of Ivan Dreyar and made a face.

“God no,” he said seriously. Laxus stopped.

“What?” he asked incredulously.

Freed turned to him and leaned his back against the windows. He realized they were closer than he thought. And elegantly dressed Laxus was terribly hot.

“You're not my boss,” Freed said trying to regain a certain demeanor “And let your father fuck me... definitely makes me pass all the excitement” he said seriously. Laxus was surprised for a moment in silence and then chuckled slightly.

“Well, I'll be your boss.”

“I doubt it,” Freed said. “For sure it will be years before you can become one and I’ll be gone by that time,” he said. Laxus frowned but Freed continued. As much as the idea of Laxus fucking him appealed to him a lot, he didn't want to give him all the power. If he had managed to reverse Laxus' revenge it would’ve been much more satisfying. “Also, using your power against me is pretty unfair, as well as pathetic. Can't you really think of anything better?” Freed asked him.

Laxus narrowed his gaze and was silent. Freed smiled victoriously and ran a hand through Laxus's shirt, enjoying his slight gasp. Perhaps reversing the situation would have been easier than expected.

“You can't wait to fuck me, right? Ever since I turned you down at the Blue Pegasus. But if you want to do that, you'll have to think of something better than using your role. If you can,” he added, grabbed Laxus' tie by pulling it and forcing him to lower his head. “Clear?” he asked.

Laxus had dilated pupils and the two boys breathed in their faces for a moment. Freed wanted to close that distance and jump on him, let Laxus kiss him and do whatever he wanted with him. His cock was pressing on his pants. But he didn't want to give up.

“You know what, I changed my mind,” Laxus said hoarsely. Freed frowned but didn’t have time to think that he felt grabbed by the legs and Laxus without too much effort made him sit on the desk. Freed felt the excitement rise again, but he forced himself to stay still.

“Fucked on the desk? Really obvious”.

“No,” Laxus smiled as he stroked over him. “I'll make you cum in your pants, and then you'll have to go all over the resort with a nice spot here,” he said running his hand over his cock.

Freed swallowed hard but instead of pulling back, he wrapped his legs around Laxus’ hips.

“Let's see if you can,” he challenged him and grabbed his hair and then smashed theirs lips in a passionate kiss, made of tongues and teeth. If Laxus wanted him to come in his pants, then Freed would have made him come with him.

He began to rub against him, running the hands over his ass as he felt Laxus' lips travel up his neck, and his hands back under his shirt. God, Freed didn't know how long he was going to last, but he hoped he would last long enough for Laxus to come too.

He unbuttoned Laxus's shirt and ran his hands under it as he continued to rub against the bulge in Laxus's pants. When the blonde tried to take his pants off, Freed grabbed his wrists and smiled against his lips.

“Afraid of coming before me?” he asked panting.

Laxus took a step back but Freed kept his thighs around him not wanting to give him even the slightest chance to undress. That movement caused him to move off the desk and inevitably he slid down. Laxus lowered himself to the floor with him and pinned him underneath, grabbing his wrists and holding them over his head. With the other hand he undid his belt and Freed tried to free himself from his grip.

“Are you really about to come already?” he instigated him.

“Fuck you, I'm not going to cum in my pants,” Laxus snarled on his neck, biting him. Freed groaned but struggled again, determined not to come until Laxus was on edge. He managed to free one of his hands and grabbed Laxus's wrist with his, preventing him from taking off his pants.

“We'll see that,” Freed moaned.

Laxus growled again and again their lips collided, while the hips continued to move against each other. Freed never thought he'd ever done anything this hot, locked in a fucking office rubbing against a terribly hot guy who could really be his boss. He moaned into Laxus's mouth and heard the blonde swear.

“Fucking shit,” he gasped and Freed smiled. Laxus wasn’t supposed to be better off than him.

The smile disappeared when the blonde ran his hand under the shirt, reaching his nipple and teasing it with his fingers. At the same time a stronger push hit him.

“Fuck” Freed whimpered.

“Are you cumming?” Laxus said with a victorious smile. Freed tried to restrain himself and gritted his teeth even though he was terribly close. He wanted to take Laxus to the limit with him. Something occurred to him and he sat up, fighting the blond who was trying to keep him sprawled on the ground.

Freed managed to win long enough to sit with his back against the window. He wrapped his arms around Laxus, now sitting astride him, and Freed grabbed him by the hair and forcing him to rest his chin on his shoulder and look out the window.

“Nice view, huh?” Freed asked.

“Shit,” Laxus cursed.

“You wanted to fuck me here, huh?” Freed asked continuing to move their crotches against each other. God, he wanted to take those damn pants off both of them.

“Fucking shit,” the blond moaned.

“You wanted to fuck me and show me to all of Magnolia, huh?”.

“Shut up, oh fuck. F-fucking… fuck,” Laxus moaned and tightened his grip on Freed's hips. He pushed against him and came into his pants, increasing the thrusts and friction between the two. Freed threw his head against the glass and finally let himself be overwhelmed by orgasm, completely disinterested in where he was cumming, happy to be able to take Laxus with him.

Laxus stood with his chin resting on Freed's shoulder and his arms wrapped around his body for a long time, and Freed didn't even try to move. He just caught his breath, panting deeply and running his hand through Laxus's hair. They were both tired.

“You... you're a bastard” Laxus said after a while and Freed smiled, while the blonde sat down in front of him, running a hand through his hair. Freed looked down at Laxus' pants, pleased with his small victory, even though he was in the same condition.

“I am,” Freed agreed.

“A fucking bastard,” Laxus added.

Freed's smile widened.

“I know,” he replied. “You can add irresistibly sexy, devilishly intelligent and fucking good in bed,” he added. Laxus laughed.

“God, you’re more arrogant than me.”

“I doubt it,” Freed commented with a chuckle. Laxus joined in but soon calmed down and became serious again. He looked at him intently.

“Let's go to my room, I've seriously had enough of all this teasing. I want to fuck and you want it too,” he said.

“In your room?” Freed asked surprised.

“Yes, I don't want to put on a public show,” Laxus replied. Freed found himself giggling again.

“Really? I thought public sex was your favorite thing,” he commented and Laxus smiled.

“Oh, there are so many things I like. You’ve no idea” he said passing a hand over Freed's bangs and moving it behind his ear. Freed looked at him in surprise, finding himself blushing at that unusually sweet gesture. “And then we can go out on our second date, and maybe hang out seriously” he said.

Freed frowned. “Second date?”.

Laxus nodded. “When I took you to Tenrou was our first date,” he explained.

“Oh really,” Freed said skeptically. “So, on a first date you usually take the guys to the beach and get them naked by humiliating them in front of everyone.”

Laxus laughed. “Only with those assholes” he replied “So, you're not afraid of my father, are you?”.

“Afraid,” Freed scoffed. “No, on the contrary. I can't wait to fuck in every corner of this resort just to annoy him” Laxus laughed heartily.

“I see that you understand”.

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benandstevesposts · 3 years

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The Police Department So Bad ––– A Officer Called Black Lives Matter ––– And Complained

A new lawsuit accuses a police department with a history of alleged horrors—KKK magazines left for a Black cop, racist slurs—of firing a policeman who finally blew the whistle.

Over his year of service in the department of Millersville, Tennessee; Black had allegedly been subjected to sexual harassment, including from a female officer who used a racist slur while grabbing his genitals.

The police chief, whom Black suspected of harboring Ku Klux Klan ties, had allegedly made disparaging comments about Black’s biracial son.

The assistant police chief was under investigation for allegedly assaulting his wife during a dispute over an alleged affair with a drug suspect.

Through it all, management allegedly silenced officers’ complaints by instructing them to support the “thin blue line.”

“Nobody would listen to what was going on up there,” Black told The Daily Beast. “Nobody cared.”

So Black made a fake Facebook profile, reached out to Black Lives Matter organizers, and blew the whistle on his department. Days later, he was fired. At least two other officers who allegedly clashed with management departed soon thereafter.

In a new lawsuit, first reported by Nashville’s NewsChannel 5, Black and former Millersville Police sergeant Joshua Barnes describe a culture of harassment and intimidation in their former department. Both men cite a pattern of alleged racist behavior from the department’s leadership—directed at Barnes because he is Black, and at Black because he is white with a biracial son.

The lawsuit’s three defendants are Millersville Police chief Mark Palmer, assistant chief Dustin Carr, and the city of Millersville. Carr did not return The Daily Beast’s request for comment. Palmer stated that, although he would like to address the suit’s allegations, all comments must be directed through the city and its manager. Millersville’s city manager did not return requests for comment.

The case is not the first time Palmer and the city have faced a lawsuit from within their ranks. In 2015, two men who had previously been Millersville’s only Black officers sued Palmer and the city, alleging racial discrimination.

In their lawsuit, which was dismissed with prejudice in 2016, both men claimed Palmer had told each of them that “I don’t like n-----s.” One of the former officers, Anthony Hayes, claimed Palmer took him on an unexplained visit to a former KKK leader’s home, where Hayes “was subjected to an extended conversation in the presence of KKK memorabilia.” Hayes also accused Palmer of placing a copy of a KKK magazine in Hayes’ locker, with a sticky note that read “this was left for you—don’t let your subscription run out.” In their response to the lawsuit, the city denied the allegations against Palmer. (The plaintiffs included in their lawsuit an email from the city manager stating that Palmer would be disciplined in the magazine incident.)

The above photo is a stock photo. It is not intended to suggest any individual is directly involved with this report. Its use depicts the association and the ideology of closed mindedness, police associations are alleged of having when dealing with public groups.

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Hayes and the other former officer, Brian McCartherenes, claimed to have been forced out of their posts after they accused the department of racism. Hayes claimed he was “forced to resign” following a punitive shift change. A police memo shows that McCartherenes was fired for alleged racist conduct, because he told a new Black officer that “at the end of the day, remember you are Black.”

“This KKK publication is not something you can go get at the library. You can’t go buy it at the 7/11. These publications are like, homemade...”

McCatherenes claimed he intended the statement as a warning about the risks of being a Black officer in a small town. That new officer was Joshua Barnes, one of the plaintiffs in the latest suit against Millersville’s police brass.

Barnes claims he soon encountered a culture of racism firsthand. Palmer called Black people “n-----s,” “monkeys,” and “animals,” Barnes alleges in his suit, adding that Palmer invoked racial stereotypes about Barnes “always want[ing] to get some fried chicken and watermelon.”

Barnes claims the legacy of Millersville’s previous Black officers lingered over his own employment. Assistant police chief Dustin Carr “informed Sgt. Barnes that Millersville did not want to hire Black people because they may sue the City ‘like Anthony [Hayes] and Brian [McCartherenes] did,’” the lawsuit alleges. Barnes claims the department hired only one other Black person during his tenure: an officer whom Palmer allegedly joked was related to O.J. Simpson. The officer lasted “a few months before he left out of frustration due to Mark Palmer’s racist comments,” the suit reads.

When Robert Black joined the force in June 2019, he had been unaware of its reputation. That changed quickly, he claims, when Palmer learned that Black’s son is biracial. The lawsuit claims Palmer expressed dissatisfaction with Black, telling another officer that “Robert is a little different. He’s not one of us.” When the other officer asked what Palmer meant, the chief allegedly replied “well you know, his kid and all… He’s just not one of us.”

Black told The Daily Beast that Palmer started treating him with hostility around the time of the alleged comments. Other Millersville officers also allegedly turned against Black. A female officer allegedly made repeated unwanted advances toward Black. At one point, according to the lawsuit, the officer allegedly grabbed Black’s genitals through his pants. When Black told the colleague to leave him alone, she allegedly responded “why? Because I’m not a n----r?”

Although Black claims to have reported his colleague, his supervisors allegedly refused to pursue the matter, with Carr allegedly making his own sexualized comments about Black. (Black told The Daily Beast that Carr gave the nickname “Tripod” in the office. “It made me feel very weird,” Black said, adding that other officers picked up on the name before he learned it was an innuendo.)

Carr, meanwhile, was facing other accusations of impropriety after he allegedly began a relationship with a Millersville woman who was charged, but never convicted, on multiple drug counts. Carr was married at the time. In April 2020, according to Barnes and Black’s lawsuit, Carr allegedly assaulted his wife when she accused him of infidelity. Carr began bringing his new partner into the office in May “much to the chagrin” of some officers, the lawsuit alleges.

What Happened When Cops Joined MAGA Hellsite Parler JUST LOOKING AROUND

That month marked another flashpoint for law enforcement. The murder of George Floyd by a Minneapolis police officer set off nationwide protests, allegedly enraging Palmer. In the lawsuit, Barnes claims to have witnessed Palmer watching a video of a protest in Nashville, during which Palmer allegedly called the demonstrators “n-----s” and “animals.” “Let these motherfuckers come to my house,” the lawsuit claims Palmer said. “I’ll shoot ’em and string those fuckers up in my front yard.”

In August 2020, Nashville’s WSMV reported, the Tennessee Bureau of Investigation began investigating Carr for alleged domestic violence. (A TBI spokesperson told The Daily Beast the investigation into Carr “remains active and ongoing.”)

Barnes and Black allege that Carr and other police leadership became convinced that officers were leaking details to investigators. According to the lawsuit, and an October 2020 report by NewsChannel 5, Millersville Police pressured officers not to cooperate with the TBI investigation. “Chief Palmer berated Barnes about the ‘thin blue line,’ and the need to cover for other officers,” the lawsuit alleges.

But while Palmer allegedly warned officers against speaking to TBI officials, Black was ready to go public with a growing dossier of complaints. Following Palmer’s alleged remarks about Black’s son, Black had read up on Hayes’ and McCartherenes’ 2015 lawsuit, particularly Hayes’ account of finding a KKK magazine in his locker.

“This KKK publication is not something you can go get at the library. You can’t go buy it at the 7/11. These publications are like, homemade, produced on someone’s printing press. It’s hate literature,” Black told The Daily Beast.

The rarity of the publication, plus Palmer’s alleged field trip with Hayes to a former KKK house, led Black to suspect the police chief had current or former Klan ties of his own.

“You can’t find this anywhere,” Black said of the magazine. “That’s why I hit up BLM [Black Lives Matter] reps. I was like, ‘hey y’all…’”

“Nobody would listen to what was going on up there. Nobody cared.”

THAT WAS ABOUT TO CHANGE!

Black said that in September 2020, he made a pseudonymous Facebook page and began seeking out Nashville-area Black Lives Matter activists. “I started letting them know: hey guys, maybe you want to look into the police chief up here. It’s a small city and everyone’s so focused on Nashville. This guy was apparently in a KKK lawsuit by a Black cop five years ago.”

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Cliché (shy!Reader x Might Guy, Part III)

Notes: OOOOOoooh boy. You know, I’m usually really insecure about my writing but I actually had a lot of fun writing this chapter. Probably my favorite. Anyway, I hope you enjoy reading as I did writing. Links to part I and II are on the Masterlist pinned at the top of my blog. Unfortunately, Tumblr won’t let this post show up in the tags if I link them here. Lots of love!

Warning for foul language and some sexual innuendo.

It was a small step, but that small step began your blossoming bond with Might Guy. The both of you became almost inseparable. You didn’t know what it was exactly about him, but whenever he was near, you just felt at ease. Wherever you went, Guy accompanied you. Whenever Guy went to train, you were there if not to just spectate. It was apparent to the whole village that you were a good match, yet the two of you stayed near oblivious. Day by day, you grew bolder. You spoke more, laughed more, and for once it felt like you had a seat at the table in your own life. He balanced you as you balanced him.

“You can slow down sometimes, you know,” you would tell him, “Life isn’t a race, it’s meant to be savored.” He took your advice. At times where he normally would have been training for the umpteenth time, you would spot him taking his team out to dinner. When he normally would have run 500 laps around the village, he walked with you as the both of you chatted. You were still soft-spoken and Guy was still outgoing, but you had grown together. You thought you’d never see the day that Might Guy would become the closest person to you, but here it was. Even if you stayed friends, you would be happy.

It was the end of the training day. Your team was splayed out among members of Team Guy. All six children panted, catching their breath on the dirted training ground. Guy worked them hard today. You, well, you reminded everyone that water existed while you tended to the inevitable scrapes and bruises. You were always told that you had too much of a gentle hand when it came to training up Genin, but with Guy’s tough love attitude, both of your teams seemed to be benefiting from your mixed style.

“Alright Team, be sure to thank Guy-Sensei.” You announced as they gathered their kunai from around the field. They gave a tired yet resounding thanks to your colleague. Guy stood across the grounds and gave a thumbs up. One of your students came up to you.

“Do we always have to train with Team Guy?” she complained in a hushed tone. Your other students turned to face you, nodding in agreement. You gave a quiet laugh.

“And here I thought you liked spending time with Team Guy.” The kunoichi in training sighed. The two other boys stood beside her now, directly in front of you.

“We like Team Guy but Guy-Sensei always goes overboard!” one of your boys protested earnestly.

“Yeah,” the other pouted. “Just because you like having boring talks with Guy-Sensei doesn’t mean we should have to do all these crazy routines, (Y/N)-Sensei.” You blinked in shock for a moment before the shock turned into annoyance. Why these little-!

“I’m sorry.” You crossed your arms, a smile on your lips. Your brow twitched. “Do you want to run another 500 laps? Because that’s what I’m hearing right now.”

Your smile made your team uneasy. They passively felt your increasingly negative energy. Creepy. That was the end of those questions. They trudged back home as you trailed behind and walked with Guy.

“What did they want?” Guy asked, lightly bumping your shoulder with his.

“Who?”

“Your team!” he chuckled jovially. “It looked like they wanted to talk to ya.” Your students had begun to branch off at this point as they headed home. Guy continued to walk with you.

“Oh.” Your student’s words echoed through your head. Just because you like having boring talks with Guy-Sensei doesn’t mean we should have to do all these crazy routines, (Y/N)-Sensei. You kept your features light despite inwardly cursing those brats you loved so much. “Nothing! You know Genin. Complaining!”

You looked at Guy whose aura was as positive as ever. You really were smiling more, weren’t you? The both of you continued. In the distance, you saw two figures waving over to the pair of you.

“(Y/N), Guy, you’re just in time!” Kotetsu declared loosely. “Genma and them just got back from a mission!”

“We’re all getting drinks, the whole gang! You gotta come along,” Izumo chimed, “When’s the last time we were all in the village together?”

You did miss your friends and it had indeed been a long time. However, you didn’t know if the bar was the scene for you. Guy had already made up his mind.

“Aw yeah! I can’t wait to see everyone!” The two shinobi before you quite obviously pregamed before running into you, but Guy’s enthusiastic energy still matched theirs. You stood by, watching as the three hyped each other up for the night to come. You inched back.

“Um,” You started in a small voice, “I’ll see everyone later.” Despite their slight inebriation, Kotetsu and Izumo heard that.

“No! C’mon (Y/N)-chan, you gotta come!”

“Yeah you gotta come! We’re on missions tomorrow, and Kurenai and Asuma are being sent out the day after us! When’s the next time we’ll all be together?”

“When’s the next time we’ll be together, (Y/N)?”

Guy cleared his throat, putting a large hand on the shoulders of both men.

“Don’t pressure the lady. She doesn’t have to do anything she doesn’t want to.” You could’ve melted right there. What a dream for introverts! However, you were trying to be bolder, to step out of your comfort zone every once in a while.

“No,” you peeped, “It’s okay, let’s go. I’m sure it’ll be… fun!” Guy gave you a look as if to ask if you were sure. You nodded.

Kotetsu and Izumo led you to the bar where the others were already seated. They migrated to the bar where Kakashi sat with Asuma and Kurenai. Anko seemed to have claimed a circular booth so both you and Guy slid down at one of the ends. Shizune and Ebisu greeted you as Genma called for another round for the table.

The bar was busy but not enough for you to mind. In fact, the more you drank, the less you minded about most things in general. Despite your earlier hesitation, you were starting to really enjoy the company. Listening to your fellow Jounin tell stories, your posture relaxed. You had one leg slung over Shizune’s thigh as you leaned back against Guy, his arm coming up to rest on the top of the booth behind your shoulders.

“And this dude really fell! Like ‘BOOM’ flat on his face!” Genma narrated animatedly, slamming his open palm against the table. The glasses on the table jiggled. “When I picked him up I asked him, ‘Are you sure you have a bounty? Because you’re the easiest catch I’ve ever hooked!’” The booth was in hysterics. Even the ever-stoic Ebisu couldn’t hold back upon hearing his ex-teammate’s story. Tears welled up in your eyes from laughter as you felt the deep rumble of Guy behind you. You sat up.

“Excuse me!” You exclaimed, waving the short distance from your booth to the group at the bar. “Would someone please do me the favor of getting me another sake?” Your words slurred towards the end. Anko snorted.

“Well fuck, I didn’t think we’d be getting (Y/N) shitfaced tonight!” She cackled.

“I am not drunk!” You defended, accepting your third sake from Kakashi who leaned against the side of the booth with an amused look. “But I may be a little tipsy.” The table howled as Genma reached over to ruffle your hair.

Guy leaned down to whisper to you. His fingers came over yours, delicately taking the glass from your hands. “Maybe you should lay off the drinks right now.” He breathed in your ear. He set your sake down by the one he had been nursing all night. You turned to face him, your leg slipping off of Shizune’s. You leaned more into his shoulder. Guy tensed.

“Maito-Kun…” You whined. Guy was taken aback. Maito-Kun. That was new. He took in your features: the pout on your lips, your large eyes framed by silky strands of hair, the fact that you were slowly trying to reach for your sake cup. He moved it to the end of the table. His attention was drawn again to your lips as they moved. Guy had never paid particular attention to your lips before… wait, as they moved? Guy shook himself out of his thoughts as he realized you were speaking. Now wasn’t the time.

“What did you say?”

“I said I was fine, really. Please don’t worry about me.” You smiled up at him. Before he could answer, Izumo’s voice boomed from the bar.

“Guy! Kakashi!” He called, “Come do a shot with me and Asuma!” Guy hesitated.

“Go!” you encouraged, lightly prodding him with your elbow. He stood up, Kakashi giving him a pat on the back as they walked towards the bar.

“So,” Kotetsu started, sliding into the other end of the circular booth. You retrieved your drink from where Guy placed it. “How long has that been going on for?” You waited for someone to respond, but no one did. You looked up and all eyes were on you.

“Who, me?” You inquired, taking a sip. Anko puffed.

“Yeah, you.” She took a swig from her drink. “You’re the one who Guy’s been feeling up all night.” You almost choked on your drink.

“What? No, no he hasn’t been-”

“‘Cause you’ve had a thing for him forever, haven’t you?” Kotetsu questioned. Your heart sank. How did he know? “I gotta hand it to you, (Y/N), I don’t think anyone thought you had it in you.” He shrugged. You didn’t think anyone knew about your crush on Guy. You looked over to Kurenai. There’s no way she told anyone right? Your eyes drifted to the man in question. Did he also know?

“Yeah,” Anko barked, “It was always so cringy watching you try to talk to him.” You tensed, the pit in your chest growing larger and more painful the more she spoke. Every word felt like a punch in the stomach.

“It was painful to watch,” Ebisu added. “Especially back in the academy.”

Anko continued, “But we’re all happy for you that you pulled it off, (Y/N). I wasn’t sure how much more I could take! You know, all the stuttering.”

It felt like there was a knot in your throat. You cleared it. Your cheeks had begun to burn from more than just the alcohol. You batted back the tears that began to gather in your waterline. They weren’t from laughing this time.

“Actually, Guy and I are just friends.” You corrected, hoping that you could end the discussion there. That sentence alone barely made it out. You prayed for this conversation to end. You murmured, “Always have been…”

“Heh, I’m sure.” Genma leaned forward to rest his arms on the table. He gave you a wink. “So what? Are you just thirsty for his, uh, Green Beast, huh (Y/N)-chan?”

“Genma!” snapped Shizune. “Stop being gross.”

At this point, you regretted coming. You felt crushed, like you could burst at any moment. All your energy went into maintaining a straight face. You would not be the one to cry in front of your friends at the bar. It was a silly promise to yourself that held your last shred of dignity. Luckily, the topic of conversation quickly changed. You suspected that Kotetsu and Shizune picked up on your discomfort while Anko and Genma were too out of it to notice the bluntness of their words. You have never felt such embarrassment. You wanted to leave. Guy stayed at the bar. It made you relieved, despite a small part of you wanting him to come back. Despite time passing, you couldn’t help but continue to feel dejected.

You couldn’t hold out for long. As you started to sober up, you whispered to Shizune that you were leaving. She gave you a nod and an apologetic look. You only planned on talking to Kurenai and Guy before you left. As you were getting up from the booth, that’s when you heard it.

“C’mon Guy, what about that one over there?” Izumo was gesturing towards a woman near the other part of the bar. You had to admit, she was beautiful. Much more beautiful than you thought you were. “You should go talk to her! Guy, when’s the last time you got, you know, some action?”

You didn’t want to hear the rest of that conversation. It all became too much for you. You weren’t sure if you were overwhelmed. Maybe it was the fact that you didn’t really want to come in the first place. Perhaps it was just the alcohol, but you felt wetness on your cheeks and you quickly made your escape.

You stood outside under the moonlight, surrounded by cool air. You began to shed silent tears, your hands covering your face. You wished you could’ve at least walked home first, but your legs felt locked, as if they would collapse if you tried more than just standing. How did everyone know about your secret? Were you that obvious? Was Guy just playing with you? Your face burned. You thought about the conversation between Guy and Izumo. You had no right to be upset about what Guy decided to do with his own life. He didn’t owe you a relationship of any kind. You knew that, but it wasn’t Guy you were upset with. It wasn’t Genma or Anko or Kotetsu or Izumo. It was- someone called your name. You turned your head slightly. It was Kurenai.

“I just-” you tried to wipe the tears from your face, but they only kept flowing- “You didn’t tell anyone, did you?”

“Tell anyone what?” She came to stand in front of you.

“About my crush on Guy-San.” You felt like a Genin, like a child all over again getting upset about something as dumb as a boy. Shame coursed through your body.

“No, I didn’t.” Kurenai reassured you softly as she pulled you into an embrace.

“I know you didn’t,” You cried into her shoulder. “I’m sorry, I just feel so pathetic.” Your friend patted your head slightly.

“You’re not pathetic, (Y/N).”

“I just-” A sob wracked your body- “I feel like everyone thinks so! Why am I like this, Kurenai?” You shook violently. “I just, I just feel… horrible right now. I’m sorry, Kurenai.”

“Shh… don’t be sorry. You have nothing to be sorry about. You know how Genma gets when he’s had too many. And everyone knows Anko is a mean drunk.” Your friend whispered.

You let out another sob, “She is a mean drunk!”

Kurenai smiled at you. “Yeah, she is. Let’s get you home. We can talk more when we get you home.” And that’s where you went.

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