#*gently nudges post* tumblr said to try editing you to see if that makes you show up in the tags

[bts-bay-bee]

ruin you 4 (ruined)

Pairing: jeon jungkook x fem. reader

Genre: smut

Word Count: 3309

Warnings: unedited work, they’re on a trip (me projecting because I want to be the one on a trip), loss of virginity (finally!), jungkook is a sweetheart, protected sex, oral (fem. receiving) fingering, making out, crying kink (it’s the last part of the story, I feel like I need to include this bc it was one of the prompts from the first part), light spit play, the “you want me? go ahead and have me” thing from his live,

A/N: this would’ve been done three days ago if my upstairs neighbour wasn’t being a dick. Also, this is unedited, so I’ll come back and edit it this weekend. If you see any mistakes, please read through them for the time being! Also also, this is my last fic on tumblr! You can check out my pinned post if you’re curious as to why I’m leaving. This is the 4th time ive tried posting this. i feel like im about to go insane. i think its the tag list??? ill start tagging people in like... an hour or so

“Taehyung’s car had to be towed, they’ll only be here tomorrow.” Jungkook complained, throwing his phone onto the coffee table after reading the text thread.

 “Ugh, can’t believe I’m stuck with you for like twelve hours.” You scoffed, rolling your eyes as you dodged the decorative pillow being thrown in your general direction. “I was joking, you big baby.”

 “And to think I was happy to have you alone for a while.” He sighed, pulling you down so that you were sprawled on top of him, unable to move in his tightening grip. There was once a time where Jungkook would flush red for days at the thought of just hugging you a second too long, but he was evidently long past that.

 You indulged him for a while, letting him move you in whichever position he was most comfortable in, and you eventually ended up beneath him, both your necks craned to keep an eye on the random show he had put on.

 Absentmindedly, you had begun scratching his scalp gently, the continuous and gentle motion quickly nudging him into an almost comatose state, only barely reacting when you spoke to him.

 “Jungkook?” You mumbled, drowsiness getting the best of you, probably the only reason why you were so nonchalantly bringing this up randomly. “Can we talk?”

 “What’s wrong?” He asked, cracking open a single eye to blearily focus on you.

 “So, I’ve been thinking…” You responded, swallowing the uncertainty away. “I want you to take my virginity.”

 “I know, we’ve spoken about this.” Jungkook frowned, his sleepiness ebbing away just as fast as it had come. “Why are you suddenly thinking about it?”

 “I mean, like… I want you to take it now.”

 Jungkook’s eyebrows almost shot up completely into his hairline as he choked on his own spit. Scrunching up your face, pushing away a spluttering Jungkook away from you, he was all but yelling at you.

 “Y/N, you can’t just say things like that when I’m literally on top of you –”

 “Well, that’s why I brought it up!” You defended, confused with his reaction. You take back what you said earlier; he evidently was not past his awkward phase. “It felt nice.”

 “Yeah, it did, and now we won’t be able to cuddle because I’m going to keep thinking about sleeping with you!” He grumbled, moving to the other couch, as if he was trying to put a decent amount of distance between you.

 With hurt evident on your face, you stared at him for a second in disbelief.

 “You say it like it’s a bad thing!”

 “It is when we’re in a town that we don’t know, with no condoms on hand! We don’t even know where the drug store is to get them! Or even Plan B!”

 Pursing your lips, you scowled at him. “Is that the only reason why you won’t sleep with me? We have no condoms?”

 “That, and I’m not letting you lose your virginity on a couch.” He sighed, running his hand through his hair, tugging on the ends in frustration. “I want you, but you deserve better than sofa sex.”

 “Then let’s go to one of the rooms,” You whined, standing up and pulling his hands gently. He gritted his teeth, annoyance shining through his features.

 “Are you not listening to me? We don’t have –”

 “We do, just come with me.”

 Ignoring his spluttering and (many) questions, you walked to the room you had claimed for the trip, rummaging through your hastily packed suitcase for the condoms you had purchased on a whim.

 “So, you planned this?” Jungkook asked, eyes narrowing in faux suspicion. “Did Tae’s car really have to be towed or did you just tell them to stay away?”

 “Your dick isn’t special enough to have a whole grand scheme, Jungkook.” You sighed exasperatedly while shoving your bag onto the floor. “Sorry to break the news to you.”

 “You don’t know, you haven’t had it yet.” He teased, pulling you down onto the bed. Rolling your eyes, you wondered if he had always been this annoying; you also wondered why you were so helplessly endeared by his foolishness. You froze after you realised you had been grinning at his stupid teasing. Well, that, was problem for another day.

 “Shut up and fuck me.” You grumbled, avoiding his eyes, unsure of how you would face him after being so brash.

 He clicked his tongue, ignoring your sudden shyness to pull you over him, forcing you to spread your thighs far apart to straddle him.

 “I promise I won’t be insufferable for the rest of tonight.” He promises, large hands running soothingly over your waist. You hummed in response (severely doubting how he could keep that promise, but whatever), your own hands resting on his shoulders, itching to cradle his face.

 “Kiss?” Your request came out mumbled, probably inaudible, but he indulged you.

 One of you sighed into the kiss, but with how close you were to one another, it was impossible to tell who it was. Regardless, you settled in, letting Jungkook’s tongue flit over yours, one of his hands coming up to your cheek to hold you closer.

 Leaning back into the pillows, his grip on your cheek and waist forced you to move downwards with him, suddenly crowding him with your familiar, sweet-scented perfume. In fear of falling onto him (which may have probably killed any sort of atmosphere you had going on), you pressed your hand into his chest, feeling the hardness of his muscles move under your touch.

 “You know, I still have a promise to make good on,” He mumbled onto your lips. You hummed in response, not in the slightest caring about whatever he was talking about. “Been thinking about eating you out ever since I saw you ride your pillow.”

 Okay, maybe you should care about what he was talking about.

 You tried not to think back to the last time you and Jungkook had fooled around, you really did. You should burn with shame or embarrassment whenever you think about that phone call, but you couldn’t find it in yourself to.

 Remembering his words, guiding you through your first orgasm alone, promising you lewd things, you often found yourself wanting to phone him again, just for a repeat of that. But you always talk yourself out of it before you could even go to his contact on your phone.

 Now, with Jungkook under you, his eyes wide, almost pleading to eat you out, you still couldn’t find it in yourself to feel shame.

 “Okay.” You whispered, trying your hardest not to smile at his barely contained happiness. He quickly sat back up again, tossing his shirt off before tugging your own off.

 “I know you want this, but if you want to stop, just tell me, okay?” Jungkook murmured, pulling off your pants gently. You nodded, too focused on watching him settle between your legs to give any other indication that you had heard him.

 Quickly spreading your legs, he left a trail of soft, light kisses along your inner thighs, hooking his fingers in between your skin and underwear, gently dragging the material down the length of your legs.

 “Pretty…” Jungkook mumbled, mouthing at your inner thigh, his sucking definitely leaving more than just goosebumps behind.

 After leaving enough marks, he pushed your thighs up to his shoulders, his arms holding onto your propped up legs, forcing you to keep them open.

 “Still good, sweetheart?” He asked, eyes flinting over to you, finally looking at the way you had attempted to control your breathing. Mercifully, he didn’t say anything about the speed in which your chest had been rising, nor did he say anything about the glazed-over look in your eye, but he gave you a small smile. “Stay with me, yeah? Can I go further?”

 “Uh-huh.” You mumbled, reaching out to grab the bed sheets in an attempt to ground yourself. Noticing this, he couldn’t help but grin, reaching out his hand from under your thigh and holding it tightly. “I’m okay, Kook. Promise.”

 He hummed, breath fanning over your over sensitised skin. Placing a kiss over your mound, Jungkook then used his free hand to spread apart your folds, his tongue immediately contacting your clit.

 Barely acknowledging your gasp by lazily looking up at you, he quickly closed his eyes again, savouring the pure taste of you completely coating his tastebuds. Breathing out through his nose, the trickle of air made you even more sensitive than what you already were, your grip on his hand tightening.

 Changing up again, he enveloped your clit with his lips, his plushness sucking gently enough to make you lay back against the pillows entirely. Jungkook let his spit dribble onto your exposed folds, letting it drip down to your fluttering core, before using his free hand to slowly push his spit in.

 Trying his best to open you up slowly on a single finger, you appreciated his caution with you, his face showing just how serious he was about making sure you were okay. Even though you knew he wouldn’t tease you about anything you two had done tonight, you felt ashamed because you didn’t feel embarrassed by anything that had happened. You always thought this was going to be the most embarrassing moment of your life, but somehow, everything just felt right, and you–

 “Are you done looking at me like I hung up the stars?”

 God, even with his tongue on your clit and fingers shoved up you, he was still annoying.

 “You’re such an asshole sometimes,” You complained, opting to look up at the ceiling instead of at him.

 “Can this asshole add another finger?” He asked casually, the single finger in you never ceasing movement. Taking your silence as a yes, he easily slipped a second finger in, mouth going slack seeing how well you opened up for him. “Fuck, babe, see how well you’re opening up for me? Pretty pussy dripping all over my fingers.”

 You let out an involuntary whimper, absolutely loving the words spilling out of his mouth. He looked up at you, face full of cockiness, his fingers moving much quicker now. Unhooking his arm around your thigh, he moved up the bed, face coming right above yours.

 “Do you know how fucking wet you just got, baby?” He murmured into your ear. “Do you like it when I talk to you like this? Like being my good girl, being perfect for me?”

 He had slipped in a third finger in the middle of his sentence, barely being acknowledged by you because you were already so far gone in your pleasure, his voice only making everything hotter.

 “Kookie, don’t want to cum on your fingers.” You breathed, forcing yourself to open your eyes and look at him. He hummed non-committedly, ignoring your request and speeding up his fingers.

 “Where do you want to cum then, pretty?” He cooed, enjoying seeing you struggle to keep your focus on him. “On my tongue? Want me to lick up every drop of you?”

 “No!” You gasped, gripping his wrist so that he couldn’t fuck you open on his fingers anymore. “Cock please. Give it to me. Let me cum with you, please?”

 Jungkook said nothing, opting to kiss you hard, his tongue immediately coming into your mouth and licking in every corner it could reach. He pulled his fingers out of you, blindly reaching across the bed to find the pack of condoms you had haphazardly pushed away.

 “I wish I could’ve seen you buy these.” He panted, shoving off his pants after successfully locating the box. You grinned, admittedly tired, but ignoring your fatigue in favour of seeing him pull down his tight boxers, muscled thighs begging to have your hands over them. “You would’ve been so cute, all shy and embarrassed.”

 “Can you not call me cute while I’m waiting to be fucked?” You scowled, watching him unroll the condom over his length. Much like the first time you had seen his length, you felt saliva pool in the corners of your mouth, forcing yourself to remember to swallow. “Can I suck your dick?”

 “I thought you wanted to cum together?” He teased, propping open your legs again and gently wiping away stray strands of hair from your face. “I thought you were being romantic?”

 “I mean… Later. After. You know.” You spluttered, your brain not working at all after being touched so tenderly. He raised his eyebrow, a fighting off the grin on his face but he said nothing.

 He leaned up, the tip of his length catching against your entrance, and kissed you gently.

 “Still okay, baby?” He whispered, right hand running up and down your side as you squirmed. “Ready for me?”

 You nodded, bringing both your hands to the back of his head and tugging him down so that you could kiss him again. Feeling him slowly push into you, you had to remind yourself to breathe evenly, ignoring the dull ache of being properly stretched out, instead focusing on licking into Jungkook’s mouth.

 It felt as his length was burning you into two, his girth something you had evidently overlooked. Nonetheless, you tightened your legs around his waist, keeping him in place for a while, letting you get used to the sensation of having him in you.

 “Holy, fuck.” He breathed, burying his head in the crook of your neck. “Shit, you feel so warm and tight, and – fuck, Y/N.”

 Giving an experimental thrust after a few moments, he all but preened after hearing a small moan come from your parted lips. Quickly moving his mouth over yours, he swallowed every sound you made, forcing himself to let you adjust to being properly filled before he moved anymore.

 “Jungkook?” You mumbled, feeling boneless. He hummed, moving his kisses down to your jaw. “Want you.”

 “You want me?” He chuckled, breathless. You nodded helplessly, trying to get him to move. “Go ahead and have me, baby. I’m yours.”

 With that, his hands engulfed your own, holding them onto the bed as he begun properly thrusting into you, albeit small ones. Your breathing changed, somehow becoming even more ragged than they already were, but he took it in stride.

 His thrusts didn’t hurt perse, but there was the slightest discomfort, which had been greatly offset by how he slowly pushed his pelvic bone against your clit; the added sensation enough for you to throw your head back against the pillow.

 After a while of doing this, Jungkook snapped his head up to focus on your half-closed eyes, kissing the corner of your mouth.

 “Okay, baby?” He panted, muscles visibly tensing from holding himself back. “Can I go faster?”

 Nodding frantically, he bit down a chuckle, knowing that laughing mid-thrust was probably the fastest way to get him from the bed to the floor. He was ripped out of his thought when you let out a high-pitched moan, forcing him to get harder.

 “Always sound so pretty for me, hmm?” He mumbled, sweat starting to shine on his skin from his exertion. His skin kept hitting yours, not that you could complain, but the sounds in the room were absolutely filthy.

 You knew if you looked down, you’d find yours and his thighs reflecting the tiniest bits of light from having your arousal everywhere, but you were too embarrassed to do so. Acknowledging how wet you were meant acknowledging how much you liked this side of Jungkook; asking him to be your first had definitely ruined you for other men. Your mind was getting foggier with each time he thrusted into you, but he’d ruined your expectations for everything in a partner. You already knew that no one would compare to him.

 “Jungkook?” You mumbled, small moans escaping you with every thrust. He hummed, hips still smacking into yours, causing you to jolt up the bed. “Close…”

 “Close to coming for me, sweetheart?” He groaned, sneaking his hand between your bodies, thumbing at your clit. Grinning when he felt you clench around him, you tried to blink away the tears you felt burning at the back of your eyes.

 “Want to cum so bad,” You babbled, gasping when he started thrusting harder after seeing your eyes well up with tears. “Jungkook, please–”

 “Keep your eyes open,” He panted, length twitching inside of you, seeing the first tear fall down your face. “You said you wanted to cum with me, right?”

 Nodding quickly, hands running up his arms to anchor yourself, you felt yourself teeter on the edge, so close to coming that you felt almost delirious. He started thrusting deeper, pushing out more tears and inaudible moans out of you.

 With sweat beading on his forehead, he panted out a couple curses. “Fuck, Y/N, cum for me. You look so pretty like this, all fucked out. Been so good for me, so perfect–”

 You came in the middle of his sentence, your moaning and panting cutting him off as your core muscles clenched around him. Feeling boneless, you were so lost in your own high that you didn’t even realise he had tensed up above you, groaning your name straight into your ear, filling the condom with his cum.

 After a few minutes, Jungkook sat up to face you, his chest still rising unevenly. “Are you feeling okay, baby?”

 Nodding, you tried smiling at him, but you don’t know if your tiredness allowed it. “Feel amazing.” You mumbled, cradling his cheek with one hand.

 “You look so pretty when you cry.” He said softly. You breathed out through your nose, laughter bubbling on your tongue. “I don’t know if it’s a fucked up thing to like, but I like knowing I give you so much pleasure that you don’t know how to handle it.”

 “You’ve had a thing for me crying ever since you taught me how to go down on you,” You teased, pushing strands of his hair back. “Going down on you didn’t exactly give me the pleasure you’re talking about.”

 “You just look really pretty after I’ve ruined you.” He poked back, kissing your fingertips. You tried not to roll your eyes at his cockiness, but you couldn’t help but agree with him.

 “Yeah,” You sighed, thinking back to how your realised no one could ever match up to him. “You kind of have ruined me, you know? Where am I supposed to find a boyfriend who holds my hand while they eat me out? You’ve ruined me for everything after you.”

 Jungkook paused, contemplating his next words carefully, before sighing, gathering the courage.

 “I can be your boyfriend who holds your hand and eats you out,” he said softly, forcing himself to look at you. “I want to be your boyfriend. I want to hold your hand even when I’m not eating you out.”

 You tried supressing your giddy grin, but obviously failed, after seeing Jungkook whine at you.

 “Stop laughing at me while I still have my dick in you!”

 “I’m not!” You defended, giggles skipping through your throat, unable to suppress your joy. “I’m just trying to think of a way to remind my boyfriend that he promised I could suck his–”

[kuiinncedes]

PROMPT LIST? cheerio!tina & skank!quinn, angst #37, quinntina ofc

yes prompt list!! sorry this took so long, thanks sm for prompting sim <33

some pre-notes: first that wow this got long again 😂 2398 words (before probably some edits in the tumblr post editor) *oops i did it again*

1 2 3 these are my other three (very short) “installments” for this “verse” i guess 🤪 i wouldn’t say it’s required to read them tho i think everything is pretty understandable 🥰

this also got a little anti rachel lol 🥴 and anti schue but like yeah and i think that’s it 😗

Angst 37: “Lie to me. I don’t care what you say, just lie to me. Make me feel okay again.”

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Glee club has been going well… all things considered.

Including the fact that Quinn’s crush on Tina only grows, that Rachel Berry still doesn’t seem to warm up to her and Kurt’s presence in the choir room, that the teacher really kind of sucks and apparently only Kurt and Quinn see it, that most of the other members are still wary around them - around Quinn.

But not Tina. Tina, who’s one of the most popular girls in school, not actually head of the Cheerios but probably the most well-liked, and there’s a reason. Tina is the first to welcome her and Kurt to the glee club after their audition, the first to make an effort to befriend them. She talks to Kurt about fashion, and Kurt is hesitant to bring down his facade but Quinn can tell how much he loves it, how much he’s missed talking about something that brings him so much joy. Even with his temporary and purposely limited wardrobe situation, he’s talked Quinn’s ear off about the things he wants to do and wear in New York City; she doesn’t understand much of it so she’s glad Tina does.

And she talks to Quinn. Tina actually talks to Quinn like… like she’s a person, just another student at this school, not Quinn Fabray, half of the most cold and closed-off duo that walks the halls, ex-most popular girl in school, Quinn Fabray with an unspeakable history, unspeakable in that Quinn will have consequences for those who speak about it. 

It’s dramatic, she knows. But it’s part of her untouchable image at this piece of shit school with its horrible students. 

Not Tina. Tina’s not horrible.

(Get a grip, Fabray.)

It feels like she and Kurt are on the edge of a precipice with glee club. Tina likes them, Blaine is nice enough to them (Kurt seems to like him, too), Rachel isn’t very welcoming, everyone else mostly ignores them. (Which is fine - preferable, really.)

They sway in the back, they sing, they do their part. And Quinn has missed singing, so it’s not all bad, she supposes.

But Quinn can feel the tension, the others’ hesitation whenever she and Kurt walk in to sit in the back, their unspoken thoughts, loud in their silence, their barely hidden glances.

She feels like she’ll tumble from the edge with one push.

One day, Tina sits beside Quinn and she can’t stop her jump of surprise. Tina just shoots her a small smile and moves her chair a bit further away, but Quinn finds herself wishing she would scoot the other way instead.

Tina keeps sitting by Quinn, and Quinn has no idea why.

She ignores the way her heart speeds up a little every time she makes eye contact with Tina, the way Kurt smirks knowingly at her but then returns to staring at the back of Blaine Anderson’s head, the way she can’t stop letting her eyes wander over to Tina every time Mr. Schuester starts talking about something she has no interest in (which she admits is very often).

Kurt had said glee would give her the chance to talk to Tina. And he was right - she’s made conversation with Tina multiple times (mostly initiated by Tina, though), and she would say they’re friends. Tina has said they’re friends and she definitely didn’t freak out to Kurt about it.

Kurt she called me her friend holy shit -

Inside voice, honey. Your gay is showing.

Shut - we’re literally outside. Let’s talk about you and Blaine.

Nope, fuck you, walking away now.

Kurt - wait! She - but she called me her friend - Kurt -

Besides Kurt, Tina is probably the person she’s closest with. Which still doesn’t say much - she’s not close to anyone besides Kurt…

But she wants to be, she thinks as she watches Tina perform an upbeat solo, a song she doesn’t recognize, but she watches her - how alive she looks, how good she sounds. It’s not like Quinn hasn’t heard her sing in the months since she’s joined, but if she had it her way, Tina would be the only one singing in this entire group. (She would insist on highlighting others, though, so Quinn adds herself and Kurt to that list. Not that they would ever get a solo.)

“All right, guys,” Mr. Schuester says. Kurt nudges Quinn with his elbow to get her to pay attention, and she shoots him a half-hearted glare. 

“So that was everyone who signed up to audition for a solo at regionals,” he continues. “I’ll let you know who we’re featuring by tomorrow. So I’ll see you then!”

“Who do you think is gonna get it?” Kurt asks as they leave, walking out to the parking lot. 

“Um…” 

“Right, I forgot, you’re too busy staring at Tina to know what’s going on in glee.”

Quinn scoffs. “I know what’s going on in glee.”

Kurt gives her a questioning look.

“I do! Sure, I didn’t know about the auditions, but I know Rachel’s probably getting the solo, even though it should go to Tina.”

“Anyone could tell you that.”

Quinn shoves Kurt lightly, a smile spreading across her face as they get into his car. Quinn’s been spending more time at Kurt’s lately - Quinn’s parents don’t give a fuck about her - they did the bare minimum allowing her to stay when she was pregnant and they’ve used up all their good parenting cards, it seems. She’s infinitely grateful for Burt Hummel, because if the kids and some of the teachers at school are going to treat her and Kurt like shit, at least there’s someone in their corner.

-

Completely unsurprisingly, Mr. Schuester announces Rachel as the soloist for regionals the next day, after years of the same thing, from what Quinn has heard.

Surprisingly, Tina isn’t in the room. Although, Quinn thinks, she wouldn’t be either if she knew what the outcome was going to be. And everyone knew what the outcome was going to be.

But Mercedes pushes back against his decision anyway, Santana complains, Blaine and Brittany try to placate, Kurt watches Blaine, Rachel jabbers about her destiny as the New Directions soloist or something, Quinn sits and wonders about the empty chair next to her. (She also wonders what would be the easiest way to get Rachel to shut the fuck up.)

She’s not paying attention, letting everyone’s arguing fade into the background. She barely registers Rachel saying shrilly, “We’re supposed to be a family!”

“Not much of a family when you’re the only one who can have anything good!” Mercedes snaps.

“I bet you wouldn’t react like this if Kurt or Quinn got the solo! Like they would even deserve it! At least I belong here, they don’t even - ”

“Would you shut - ” Mercedes starts at the same time Santana yells back, “Quinn doesn’t need a family, she’s a mother!”

And she knows - Quinn knows - that Santana just does this, she says shit and hurts people and this is just that and it’s whatever but -

Suddenly Quinn is in sophomore year again, hearing the taunts of her classmates behind her back and to her face. Suddenly she’s in sophomore year again, somehow invisible in the halls but also the only person anyone was looking at, pointing at, laughing at. She’s in sophomore year again and teachers do nothing to help her, no one but Kurt bothers to notice anything but the fact that she’s pregnant. And they laugh, and they taunt, and they stare.

She’s a mother. 

There it is. There’s the edge of the cliff that she has been fighting for balance on in this stupid club for months. 

Like they would even deserve it.

They don’t belong here.

And Quinn’s falling.

“I need to go, meet you at your car,” she says roughly to Kurt, who it seems hasn’t been paying attention at all, more focused on committing to memory the details of Blaine Anderson from halfway across the room. Quinn storms out and the arguing continues behind her.

Quinn slams the door to the bathroom as she barges in and all at once, sees that Tina is here (Tina is here?), realizes that she herself is crying, trying not to make noise and she just throws her bag on the floor and sinks down against a wall, hands around her knees and head leaned back. It’s too fucking much.

“Quinn?” Tina asks gently, so gently and Quinn watches as Tina kneels down in front of her. “Are you okay?”

Quinn wipes at her face, laughing harshly. “Yeah. Fine.”

Tina looks at her, not moving but just watching her. Quinn thinks it must be uncomfortable for her to kneel on the bathroom floor in her Cheerios outfit. Quinn thinks that Tina shouldn’t care about her, she should just leave, save her knees from the cold tile.

She doesn’t leave. 

After a moment, Tina says, “Hey, so, you don’t have to tell me anything… but I’m here if you need to.”

Quinn’s not actively crying anymore, grey smudges on her fingers where her makeup was wiped off. Her face probably looks like a nightmare, but she’s too exhausted to care. She leans her head back again and fixes her gaze just above Tina’s head, at the ceiling, the harsh bathroom lights piercing her vision through the tears in her eyes.

“I just - ” I guess I’m talking, she thinks, “Santana said something dumb about me being a mother and that’s what I heard sneered at me every day for months and even now still… and I’m not…”

Quinn trails off, looking at Tina again who nods, encouraging her to continue. She swallows and averts her gaze again.

“…and Rachel said something dumb about Kurt and I not belonging and not deserving it but she’s Rachel and I don’t care about the shit she says - I usually don’t. But her saying that - ” she scoffs. “Newsflash, Rachel, we don’t fucking belong anywhere.”

That was painfully made obvious sophomore year, with Quinn’s exit from the Cheerios, from popularity. It was obvious when no matter what, she couldn’t get it back, any of it. It was obvious when she and Kurt were the only ones to really notice each other and help each other. It was obvious when the only choice they had, the one they took, was becoming this and isolating themselves. It was obvious when the only chance they had was each other.

As if she needs someone else to tell her that, to rub it in.

It’s been building up, she realizes, this feeling, the hatred, the estrangement and isolation. She wonders if Kurt feels the same, how close he is to the edge, or if he’s even on a precipice like she is at all.

Quinn’s falling, she doesn’t know when or how it will end and she just wants -

“Lie to me,” she says to Tina, teeth clenched and voice tired. “I don’t care what you say, just lie to me. Make me feel okay again.”

Falling, falling, falling - 

Quinn thinks bitterly that she should be used to it after her falls from popularity.

Tina takes her hands gently and squeezes them in reassurance. “I know this might just seem like words, and I’m not lying - you do belong. Both of you. You belong in glee club. You belong here.”

Quinn just swallows again, letting the words wash over her, and in the back of her mind, the part that’s not thinking about - everything, she marvels at the fact that Tina is holding her hands, and Tina’s skin is soft, and Tina’s words and actions feel genuine.

Falling… slowing.

Lie to me.

“We don’t belong. Everyone hates us,” Quinn mutters.

“I don’t,” Tina says, smiling a little. “I know we can be pretty difficult, the glee club, but we really don’t think that. Rachel might - if I’m being honest, I think she’s the one who doesn’t belong in glee club, for a multitude of reasons - but it really is supposed to be a safe, welcoming space. I’m really sorry we haven’t been able to do that for you.”

Quinn shrugs. “You have,” she admits softly. 

Tina looks like she doesn’t know what to say to that. Quinn pushes herself up against the wall, a little awkwardly, hands still intertwined with Tina’s, who squeezes again. “I’ll talk to her,” Tina says. “Rachel. I’ve been getting fed up with her shit, anyway. I’ve been needing to talk to her.”

“Okay,” is all Quinn can think to say, quietly uttered, her voice a little choked. “You don’t have to - ”

“No, I do,” Tina says. “And I want to. Mr. Schue lets her get away with way too much.”

Quinn huffs a laugh and Tina grins slightly, then withdraws her hands and pulls them through her ponytail, suddenly looking almost nervous. Quinn drops her hands in her lap and plays with her rings. Now that Quinn’s calmed down, her proximity-to-Tina-Cohen-Chang-induced nerves are back in full force. 

And maybe she isn’t falling anymore.

“Why weren’t you there today?” she asks after a moment.

Tina’s lips clench into a line. “Knew Rachel was getting the solo. I don’t know, I didn’t want to deal with that today, you know? Three years of the same shit, I’m just tired of it.”

Quinn hums in understanding. She can imagine.

“Are you okay? What do you say we… get out of here? Go somewhere?” Tina asks a little awkwardly, wincing slightly as she stands up and extends a hand for Quinn. She takes it and lets Tina pull her up.

“I’m actually… going home with Kurt, ” - but going somewhere with Tina - Kurt will understand - “actually, yeah, sure. I’ll let him know,” Quinn answers, not letting herself doubt the decision, pulling her phone from her pocket and quickly typing out a text and sending it to Kurt, who immediately responds.

omg did u actually talk and get a date with tina cohen chang

Quinn replies, fuck you, i’m leaving bye

are you okay?

yeah, fine i’ll talk to you later

ok have fun on your date ;)

yeah 🖕

Tina bounces a little and shoots her a smile when she puts her phone away. “Awesome. There’s this coffee shop that I think you’ll love - ”

“It’s not the Lima Bean, is it?”

Tina laughs. “Of course not. Barely anyone knows about this place, at least from school, so I really love it there.”

Tina grabs Quinn’s hand again and they head out of the school, Quinn ignoring how she can feel her pounding heartbeat against Tina’s skin. Hopefully Tina doesn’t notice.

*****

some notes for after 🤪

ok so i don’t really know why i used the “she’s a mother” line and idk if i’m just overthinking it but i’m not saying that scene was bad or anything ?? idk lol it was just on my mind i guess so i put it in slkdgfj (basically,, not related to the canon scene lol i just like adding canon lines 😗)

i think the point i was trying to make if any was that quinn doesn’t really have any family (in this au) so yeah it’s kind of a sensitive point

i did say this was very similar to my previous werewolf!quinn and vampire!tina fic but i’m okay with it now tbh,,, you know like it’s an alternate universe and they just help each other in all universes :’) yeah

i would love to continue this but i don’t have the best track record with that lol so we’ll see 😂

[songtoyou]

Chapter Five: Whole Lotta Woman

Would You Call That Love

Pairing: Chris Evans x Raina Morrison (OC)

Rating: PG to PG-13 (Might be 18+ for some chapters)

Description: There was always one person Chris Evans tended to turn to when he was not in a committed relationship, Raina Morrison. He could confide in her about things going on in his life that he did not feel comfortable talking to his family or close friends about. Chris and Raina were able to establish a way to communicate with one another openly but also being respectful of the other’s time and needs. It was the only constant “relationship” he had, but without all the nonsense of trying to build a life together. A “friends with benefits” situation. However, what happens when Chris starts rethinking his “relationship” with Raina and if either is willing to pursue something more?

Chapter Rating: PG

Warnings: None

Word Count: 1,536

Author’s Note: We are back in the present time. There are major confessions in this chapter. 

Feedback is always welcomed. If you want to be tagged, please let me know.

Sadly, I do not know Chris Evans or anyone in his family and this is just a fictional take on his life. I do not permit this fic to be reposted on other platforms.

Updated for grammar and punctuation edits.

To say that Raina did an amazing job as Satine at the opening night of Moulin Rouge on Broadway would be an understatement. According to the reviews, she was fabulous, outstanding, mesmerizing, and captivating in the role. However, Raina could not bask too much in the glory of her rave reviews since she was too preoccupied with what happened at last night’s afterparty.

“Oh sweetheart, you were perfection. Absolutely stunning. I cried so many times throughout the show,” Lisa admitted as she hugged Raina.

“I cried too. It took everything in me to not shout, ‘That’s my boo!’” Scott revealed and added, “Fabulous job. It is going to be hard for others to live up to role after you have put your stamp on it.”

“Thank you both so much for coming. It really means a lot,” Raina expressed her gratitude to both Scott and Lisa. “Where’s Chris? He didn’t leave yet, did he?”

“No, he just had to make a pit stop to the bathroom,” Scott reassured her.

 After making the rounds and taking pictures with the cast, Raina finally found Chris. He was hanging off to the side in a corner, preoccupied with his phone. 

“Hey, you,” Raina spoke to get his attention. “Why are you hiding out over here?”

“Hey. I’m not hiding,” Chris answered as he put his phone back in his pocket. He immediately pulled Raina in for a hug and kissed her on her cheek. “I’m proud of you.”

“Thank you, Chris. I am so happy you are here,” Raina replied. Neither pulled from each other’s embrace. He knew it was what Raina needed to help her relax and be present in the moment. 

As Chris continued to hold Raina, he came to the full realization that this is what he wanted for the rest of his life: to be with Raina. “I love you,” Chris whispered in her ear and turned his head to look into her eyes. “I’m in love with you, Raina. I have been for a long time.”

Raina was at a loss for words. She could not believe Chris admitted something personal at that moment. But she could not deny her feelings as well. She embraced Chris tightly and leaned into his ear. “I love you to Christopher. Like, in wholeheartedly in love with you. I have been for a long time,” Raina expressed honestly. She could not hide the smile on her face, and neither could Chris. He leaned in to give Raina a soft kiss on the lips. He did not care if anyone saw. He was no longer going to suppress his love for the woman before him. 

Before Raina could return the kiss, a loud voice interrupted the moment. 

“Oh my God!” Scott yelled and immediately walked over to Chris and Raina. “I saw the whole thing. It was beautiful. I might cry, but I’ll hold it together. Is this for real?”

“You were over there,” Raina said as she pointed to the other side of the room. “There is no way you could have known what Chris and I were talking about. Let alone hear us.”

“Uh…hello, I can read lips pretty damn well. Plus, you two are so wound up for each other that one of you would explode and reveal everything. It just sucks Ma missed the moment. Speaking of Ma…she now owes me twenty bucks,” Scott replied as he looked around for Lisa.

“What? You and Ma had a bet going on?” Chris asked, baffled by the possibility. 

“Yeah. We had a bet on when during the trip which one would say I love you first. I bet on Chris saying it tonight. Ma put her money on when you went to Raina’s apartment after dinner last night,” Scott shared.

“Well, technically, that happened,” Raina said, but then clarified when Scott raised his eyebrow at her, “I mean when he left, I said to myself, ‘I love you too, Chris. More than you realize’. So, if that is acceptable, then Lisa won the bet.”

“No! That isn’t acceptable. The bet was to say it face-to-face. Not after the person left the room,” Scott clarified while stomping his foot in annoyance. 

Chris sighed at his little brother’s antics. “Okay, Scott, you win. Just cool your jets when telling Ma, alright? Don’t create a scene.”

Scott scoffed at his brother and made a turn to leave but caught sight of Lisa. “Ma! You owe me twenty bucks! It finally happened!” he exclaimed, rushing over to her.

“Jesus Christ. Do you want to get out of here?” Chris asked.

“Yes. Just let me say my goodbyes, then we can head out and go back to my place.”

Before Raina walked away, he softly grabbed hold of her arm and brought her back to him for a kiss on the lips. Again, Chris did not care who saw it. Heck, he did not even care if spectators posted about it on social media. He was on such a euphoric high that he was ready for the world to know he was in love with Raina Morrison. 

The intimacy between Chris and Raina went beyond sexual interactions. Their intimacy was about closeness. The two understood that being together was establishing a strong foundation and maintaining it. If Chris wanted his relationship with Raina to succeed, he understood that his past relationship habits would not work. It would be all in or nothing. Chris also knew that he would have to step up and protect Raina from scrutiny, either from his fans or media. He could no longer sit by and allow the person he was with handle any negative attention on her own. Chris promised Raina that he would commit to being by her side and defend her from any naysayers. Raina made the same promise to Chris. 

While Raina’s fans could be respectful of her relationships, they often got a little bit too protective over her wellbeing. In the early stages of her relationship with Tom, her fans were ecstatic and rooted for the newly formed couple. Many of Raina’s fans supported the couple and helped combat any negative on Twitter or Tumblr with positivity. Unfortunately, no good thing lasts forever. That was one of Raina’s biggest fear from now on; being in a relationship with Chris could end in the ultimate demise of their relationship and friendship. 

As Chris and Raina said their goodnights to Jerry, Scott, and Lisa, the two quietly left the afterparty. During the taxi drive to Raina’s apartment, where the two would settle in for the night, Chris spotted that his companion was noticeably quiet. He looked over to see Raina with her eyes close as her head rested on his arm. It was a wonderful image that the only thing stopping Chris from snapping a picture was his thoughtfulness not to disturb the peaceful woman next to him. He was happy. He felt content. He felt at ease. 

When the taxi driver finally pulled up to Raina’s apartment building, Chris gently nudge Raina awake. “We’re home. Let’s get you to bed,” said Chris as he helped Raina out of the cab and proceeded to pay the driver.

“I don’t want to go to bed yet. That cat nap helped me get my second wind for the night,” admitted Raina as she wrapped her arms around Chris and leaned in for a kiss.

“A second wind, huh?”

“And possibly a third, fourth…might even have some energy for a fifth,” Raina teased.

Chris chuckled and dipped his head to place a kiss on Raina’s cheek, then grazed her lips. 

“Well then, we better not waste any more time,” he said and walked with Raina towards the apartment building. 

While the elevator ride to Raina’s penthouse felt longer than usual, it was the excitement of finally having everything out in the open that helped ease any impatience from the two. However, the longer the elevator ride felt, the bubbling feeling of doubt started to creep its way into Chris’s mind. Now he was starting to worry about things he had no control over. This caused his anxiety to surface.

“Stop it,” Raina said to Chris.

“What?”

“I have been around you long enough to know when you are at the beginning of an anxiety attack,” she noted. There is a little voice of doubt in your head about us, isn’t there?”

Chris merely sighed and nodded. “I’m trying not to, but I can’t help but worry a little. There is so much at stake with us getting into a real relationship.”

“You’re right. There is a lot at stake, but I am willing to take those risks. You’re worth it to me, and I would kick myself if I didn’t let you know how I really feel about you. However, I would understand if you are having second thoughts…”

“I’m not!” Chris immediately interjected. “Trust me; I’m not. I want this just as much as you do.”

When the elevator finally reached the penthouse floor, Raina held out her hand for Chris. The gesture was to indicate: Are you in…or are you out?

Chris took her hand and walked with her into the apartment. He was all in.

[honeyvoicehwang]

Mon Bon Garcon

plot: lee felix punishes han jisung in french

word count: 4,142

genre: smut 

pairing: idol!han jisung x idol!lee felix

warnings: facials, hardcore smut, orgasm denial, swearing

a/n: thank you to @lvoelisa to editing the french of this story!  this is also posted on my ao3, which is linked in my bio (maybe, i think i fucked it up, i have to check)!! this is my first fanfic on tumblr!! and there will be a list of translations at the end!!

In short, the interview had gone horribly. To the viewers, Felix had been inexplicably angry the entire time. However, Felix had known what it was that had pissed him off-- or rather, who.  Han fricken Jisung.

Good God was that brat going to get it.

The car ride home had been tense. Hard. Annoying. Jisung had been running his hand up and down Felix's thigh, trying to get Felix to speak to him. Felix simply tightened his jaw and kept his gaze pointed out the window.

It was so hard for him to not pull Jisung onto his lap and spank him in front of everyone right then and there, regardless of how safe it was or not. Jisung inched closer to him. 

"Please, sir, I know that you're mad, but please look at me?" His voice wasn't high pitched or whiny, instead being low and serious. The hurt in his voice was prominent. It was almost enough for Felix to forgive him right then and there and kiss the boy, apologizing profusely. Almost.

Felix didn't look back. Only pushed Jisung’s begging out of his mind. Instead, he tried to think of all of the ways that he could punish Jisung when they finally got home.

Entering the dorm was a nightmare with Jisung attached to Felix's arm, gently pulling with every step he took, an attempt to capture Felix's attention.

Finally, Felix had had enough. He grabbed Jisung by the wrist and nudged him forward. Jisung looked at him with confusion in his eyes, wondering what Felix was doing, but when he saw that Felix was telling him to go to their room, his eyes widened. He didn't know what was going to happen, but he scurried as quickly as he could.

Felix followed behind him, his footsteps heavy. Felix entered the room and swiftly locked the door before turning to Jisung, no particular look evident on his face. "Mon bébé," his deep voice rumbled.

It sent a shiver down Jisung's spine. He knew just how badly he'd fucked up. Felix only ever pulled out the French when Jisung was really in trouble. Though Felix's tone was rough and dark, implying worse was going to happen, Jisung couldn't help but feel warm and buzzed inside. My baby, Felix had said. Lord, did JIsung love it when Felix called him his baby. Jisung suppressed a smile.

"Savez-vous ce que vous avez fait de mal?" Felix asked. It was something he asked Jisung often. It had taken a while for him to process what was being asked. The structure was different from English, and even though Jisung knew English, he still struggled with it sometimes. He bit his lip, needing a second to think if Felix was asking him what he usually did.

It took a little bit before he responded. "I-I don't know, sir, I'm sorry." His voice was small and quiet. He hated being a disappointment to Felix and felt guilty every time he did something wrong, even if it was just for a punishment.

Felix frowned at him, deep and prominent. The feeling of guilt resonated deep inside Jisung. The only problem had been that he genuinely didn't know what he'd done wrong. He knew Felix would tell him eventually, whether he understood or not.

“Ce n’est pas une bonne réponse, bébé. Je suis déçu," he said, shaking his head.

Jisung didn't respond; it was obvious that he hadn't understood what Felix said. Felix just clicked his tongue. "Se pencher en avant. Maintenant," he demanded. That one, Jisung knew all too well. His ass hurt already, anticipating what was coming. Was that even possible? Could his ass... pre-hurt?  He scrambled to get on Felix's lap before his punishment got any worse. 

"Bon garçon. Compte pour moi, d'accord?" Jisung whimpered and Felix landed a hand on his ass harshly. "Comprendre?" he hissed.

Jisung instinctively pushed his ass back, trying to soothe the stinging sensation, but Felix quickly removed his hand when he realized what the older was trying to do. 

"Vilain.  Réponds-moi."

Jisung bit his tongue, nodding. He could practically feel Felix rolling his eyes at Jisung's pathetic behavior. He certainly felt Felix tense under him. The next thing he felt was Felix's arm reaching between his legs and reaching for his belt, messily trying to undo it. "Avec des mots," Felix said harshly.

Of course, Jisung knew that. He knew Felix expected him to use his words, so why hadn't he? He waited for the first strike, and it took a while to come, Felix still fiddling with the belt. It was apparent that he was struggling. Jisung wanted to just do it for him, but he knew better than to do something without being told to. Felix still tried for a little bit before eventually giving up.

"Enlève ta ceinture pour moi," he said. Once again, Jisung didn't understand what Felix had said, so he didn't move.

Felix slapped the back of his thighs and he quickly got onto all fours. From there, Felix flipped him over and Jisung saw just how mad Felix really was. His jaw was clenched, making his cheekbones more prominent. His eyes were firm and held fire that Jisung desperately wanted to extinguish.  Jisung felt his eyes widen in fear.

Jisung felt his eyes widen in fear. "Retirer," Felix repeated, a frigid bite to his words.

Felix tapped the buckle of the belt and then motioned behind him. Sure, Jisung found it hot when Felix spoke French, but he was starting to suspect that Felix just wanted to punish him more, as was custom when Jisung didn't obey fast enough. He knew a lot of English and was fluent in Korean, so why Felix didn't just take the two seconds to say it in a language Jisung understood, he would never know, but at the same time, he relished Felix's French.

Oh, he wants the belt off. Jisung was quick to oblige. Felix tried to hide it, but Jisung could see there was a small smile on his lips. Relief washed over Jisung. Pleasing Felix was always something that lightened his mood, no matter how the punishment had been going. It made him feel as though he was finally doing something right for once.

Felix soothed Jisung's hair as he thrashed around on Felix's lap, trying to get his belt and pants off as quickly as he could. "Mon bon garçon," Felix whispered, pressing a kiss as close to Jisung's temple as he could. "Vous écoutez si bien," he said. Felix pulled Jisung in for a gentle kiss.

Jisung could feel his chest heating up at the praise and pressed his lips harder against Felix's. He wrapped his arms around Felix's neck, pushing his tongue into Felix's mouth, moaning softly. "Monsieur, touch me, please."

"Vous toucher? Est-ce que c'est ce que tu veux?" The words swirled around Jisung's head, getting lost in the place where he didn't know what was being said. He didn't care. Felix's voice was so deep, so sexy, so dangerous.

Jisung was so lost in listening to Felix speak that he squealed in surprise when he felt a small, warm hand wrap around his cock. The sensation was so mind numbingly good; he didn’t think he could ever get bored of it.

Jisung moaned as he switched his position so that he was straddling Felix, his back pressed to Felix's chest. Felix's hand never once left Jisung's throbbing cock.

They'd hardly started and Jisung was already a mess; panting, sweating, and trying to buck his hips up into Felix's hand, creating the friction he was desperate for. "Ung, fuck, Monsieur," he moaned.

Felix wrapped his free arm around Jisung's waist, holding his hips as still as he could, as he picked up the pace on Jisung's dick. "Voulez-vous me faire un faveur?" he asked, voice dangerously low, his voice vibrating in Jisung's ear. Jisung didn't have to see Felix to know that he licked his lips after asking.

Jisung thought about what Felix asked. He knew "you want" and "to do," so he just assumed he knew what Felix was asking. Jisung tried to pull Felix's hand off of his dick for a second, but all of the energy was sucked out of him, too trapped by the sensation of Felix’s movements. Felix had been alternating between fast and painfully slow, switching every couple of seconds, and it was torture. He waited until Felix was going slow again before trying (and succeeding).

Jisung stood up and turned around, now straddling Felix while facing him. "Je t'aime, Monsieur," Jisung whispered, pressing a gentle kiss against Felix's neck and sucking lightly. Felix groaned. Felix didn't usually let him suck like that for so long, so Jisung did it for as long as Felix would allow.

As soon as Felix moved him back, Jisung started trailing his lips all over Felix's neck, collarbones, and face. He pulled away, pouting slightly, allowing his eyelids to drop. "Was that what you were looking for, Monsieur?"

Felix smirked, a dominant fire dancing in his eyes. "Oui, bébé, t t’es très bien débrouillé. Je suis très fier de toi." Felix kissed Jisung once more, reaching his hand to wrap around Jisung's cock again.

He only gave it a couple of pumps before motioning for Jisung to get off of him. Jisung moved as fast as his body would let him. Felix was quick to discard himself of his pants and shirt before reaching out for Jisung's hand. "Viens ici, chérie," he said, dragging Jisung over to the bed.

Jisung fell against the plush mattress, staring up at a now naked Felix. He watched silently as Felix pumped himself to full hardness. "Tu es si belle," Felix groaned, climbing onto the bed, one knee on either side of Jisung.

"La couleur?" Felix asked, biting Jisung's cheek gently. Jisung smiled, remembering that lesson. Felix had taught Jisung how to say red, yellow, and green in French. He'd said something about how sexy it was when Jisung consented in French. Or something like that. Jisung has remembered the lesson and practically inhaling the mattress that night, but not much in between that. That still had to be one of the best fucks of his life.

He must've taken too long to respond, because a harsh slap to his thigh brought his attention to the spur look on Felix's face. "Dépêche-toi, bébé. Je n'ai aucun problème à m'arrêter. D'accord?" The threatening tone was enough for Jisung to gulp audibly.

"V-vert," he said quietly. The anger melted from Felix's face. He ran a gentle hand through Jisung's long blond hair, murmuring how good of a boy Jisung was for him.

Felix began running his hands all over Jisung's thighs, dipping between them, his thumb running over his rim. "Est-ce que cet d'accord?" Is this okay? God, what a stupid question. Fuck, yes, it was. Okay? Better than okay. If the sounds Jisung were making was any indication of that, Felix would never stop touching him that way.

Jisung bucked his hips into Felix's touch. Every time he moved more than Felix did, Felix would stop moving his hand. "Arrêter maintenant." Jisung whined at Felix stopping and bucked his hips in an attempt to get Felix to start again, but stopped once another slap was delivered.

One hand had been enough to leave a red imprint on Jisung's thighs. A breathy moan escaped from his lips and he silently willed Felix to start touching him again. Mentally begging Felix to touch his aching cock, which was red and purple, yearning to be handled.  

"Mon petit pédé," Felix said, gripping the base of Jisung's cock tightly.  "Tu es tellement excité. Tu ne peux même pas rester assis, n’est-ce pas?" 

A blush ran down Jisung's neck and chest.  He had no idea what had been said, but he knew Felix's condescending tone.  He knew the familiar, humiliating tone that resonated so hard in his dick.  To be degraded wasn't something he'd ever asked for, though he never complained about it, either.  Whether it was in Korean, English, or even French.  Any time that Felix dominated him was just what Jisung was looking for.

Jisung moved his hips, trying to get Felix to start doing something -- anything -- other than talking and squeezing him.  He missed the feeling of having Felix's hand on his cock, moving up and down, no matter how painfully slow.  It still meant that his boyfriend was touching him, giving him the attention he so desperately craved.  It was everything that he needed.

That was the wrong move, however, as Felix took that as a sign that Jisung wasn't willing to cooperate the proper way that he should have been.  

Felix teased him a little bit, tightening the already painful grip around Jisung's dick and slicked his hand up Jisung's length, squeezing harder yet at the tip, making Jisung yelp before entirely moving his hand off of Jisung.  Jisung was tempted to whine and get Felix to touch him again, but he knew that wouldn't pay off in the way he wanted.  Not when Felix's hands were already sloppily fumbling around with the belt around his slim waist as well as the buttons on his jeans.  

Jisung gulped.  He knew he was always in for a treat when Felix was rushing to remove his clothing.  He rarely rushed around like that unless they hadn't done anything in while and he was needy or Jisung was in real trouble.  Seeing as Jisung knew he was being punished already and it hadn't been a while since they'd fooled around.  It wasn’t hard for him to guess which of the two was happening.

Before long, Felix's pants were thrown to the side of the room, discarded without a second thought.  Jisung could feel the drool pooling at the bottom of his mouth as Felix's cock was revealed.

Long and perfectly pink tipped, already dripping with pre-cum.  No matter how many times Felix had fucked Jisung, no matter how many times Jisung had seen it, he was never not taken aback by how much he loved it.

He hardly even noticed when his mouth opened slightly, allowing his tongue to fall out of his mouth, panting slightly.  He still didn't really know what Felix had in store for him.  Felix was never one to really reuse the same punishments over and over again.  He definitely preferred to be unpredictable, so that Jisung was never expecting the same thing.

It certainly kept things interesting.

"Aimez-vous ce que vous voyez, bébé?" Felix asked, his voice dark and husky as his hand ran down his length.  

Jisung hadn't thought it was possible for Felix to get hotter, but as his voice deepened and he touched himself slowly in front of Jisung, little droplets of sweat dripping down his chin, breathing heavily, and his bright red hair that made him look like sin, Jisung could hardly believe what he was seeing.  It was so hard for him to sit and watch, so he made a move to put Felix in his mouth.

"Rester ici," Felix said in the same tone that he gave commands in.  Jisung figured he was being told to stay put, so he moved back to where he was originally sitting.  A sly smile creeped onto Felix's face.  "Bien." 

"Regarde moi!"  Jisung watched dumbly, mind fuzzy and blurred with lust.  Felix was so attractive, so hot, and all Jisung imagined himself touching Felix's body, filling his mouth with Felix's dick, his ass being filled up by Felix.  His own dick twitched against his stomach.  He was so turned on, he couldn't even think to do anything other than watch dazedly.

Felix had always demonstrated a lot more control that Jisung was capable of.  It was such a turn on.  What, with the way he was slowly stroking himself, letting out low groans, holding himself back from going faster, putting on the show for Jisung.

His pre-cum was leaking onto the floor and Jisung wanted to lick it up, but he hadn't been given permission to move, so he stayed put.  His mouth formed a slight pout, being unable to clean up the mess his dominant was making.  He loved how Felix tasted, how sweet and salty he was at the same time.

Jisung was so lost in his own thoughts about licking Felix's shaft that he hadn't even noticed that Felix was moving closer until the only thing that Jisung could see was the tip of Felix's cock.

He opened his mouth wide, sticking out his tongue and silently asking Felix if he could suck.  Felix slapped his cock against Jisung's tongue gently, shaking his head, pumping a little bit faster.  "Seulement mes couilles."  

Felix moved up a little higher so that Jisung could reach his balls, and Jisung immediately pulled one into his mouth, sucking fiercely, causing Felix to let out a loud moan.

Jisung tried to push himself into the air, lamely attempting to catch any type of friction that he could get.  "Ji," Felix said in his warning tone, dropping the French accent.  Jisung stopped.

He looked up at Felix and saw his chest heaving.  That was usually when he looked his best, when he was coming undone at Jisung's own hands.  Jisung was a sub through and through, so knowing that he had the power to control his dominant like that... it gave Jisung a high that he could never chase unless he saw Felix losing his breath over what Jisung was doing to him.

"Bon garcon," he whispered, roughly threading his fingers through Jisung's long blond hair.  "Mon joli bébé," he said, pumping himself harder.  "Tellement joli."

Jisung pulled off of Felix and tried to make his way to Felix's dick , but Felix was too quick.  He gripping Jisung's hair tightly in a fist holding him away from his dick.  "Tu penses que tu mérites ça?  Après que tu m'as embarrassé comme ça?"  Felix yanked his hair.  Jisung whined.

"P-please," he whimpered.  "Please let me suck you.  I wa-I need you.  Need you in my mouth."  Felix was pulling so hard on his hair that his scalp burned and it brought tears to his eyes, and for everything that was good in the world, it hurt like fuck, but he didn't care.  Felix pulled harder and a tear silently slipped down Jisung's cheek as he once again asked, "Please?"

Without any warning, Felix let go over Jisung's hair all together, causing Jisung's head to fall forward, his face hitting Felix's cock.  However, before Jisung could regain his composure, his face was being pulled up again, this time with Felix's hand around his chin, and before Jisung had the time to process what was happening, Felix's lips were pressed firmly against his own.  

The faint taste of grape filled his mouth and he whined into the kiss.  Kissing Felix had always been one of his favorite activities.  It was such a nice experience, with how Felix tasted, to how he moved his mouth, he always used the perfect amount of tongue and it was the most comforting thing Jisung had ever experienced.  He never wanted it to end.

It seemed as though that just as that thought crossed his mind, Felix was already pulling away from Jisung.  "J'aime vraiment ça, tu veux dire si bien."  Jisung looked up hopefully at Felix.  The only hint that came with that question was Felix's eyes briefly falling to his bouncing cock.

Jisung couldn't see it, but he'd felt the large smile on his face enough to know that his eyes were also lit up.  He happily opened his mouth wider than it needed to be, but he just wanted to show Felix how ready, how prepared, how good he was going to be.  How good he could be if he was given the chance.  He immediately tried to take as much of Felix down his throat as he could.

His eyes were blown open, not wanting to miss a second of Felix's reaction, and he relished in the face Felix made as he slipped into the back of Jisung's throat, causing him to cough around the dick.

"J’aime beaucoup ça, tute sens si bien," Felix groaned.  “Merde.”  

Jisung moved his head, trying to take Felix as much as he could each time he pulled back.  Jisung went further and further until he felt his nose press against the soft flesh just below Felix's navel.  He'd gotten so good at sucking Felix off that he barely even felt Felix's tip right up against the back of his throat.

As soon as he noticed it, he started violently coughing, but he made no efforts to pull away.  It was an honor to choke around Felix and Jisung knew that deep down, Felix didn't mind it.

Jisung pulled back when he felt the tears pooling in his eyes and his nose getting hot with his struggle to breathe.  "I love it when you stuff my face, sir," he said softly, his voice not being able to go much louder than a whisper.  He opened his mouth again, leaning forward to start sucking Felix again, but a hand woven in his hair pulled him back.

"Un moment, bébé."  Jisung wracked his brain, trying to think of what Felix could possibly be saying to him.  He opened his mouth, but didn't lean forward.  Felix's grip tightened around his hair, trying to keep him in place.  No more, he must've said.  Jisung quickly closed his mouth, sitting in front of Felix.

"Voulez-vous faire quelque chose de spécial pour moi?" he asked, the hand in his hair now smoothing the sore spots of Jisung's scalp.  Jisung couldn't help himself but lean into Felix's soft touch.  His tone indicated to Jisung that he wasn't required to answer, and Jisung was thankful because he was having a hard time figuring out what Felix had asked him.

Felix pulled Jisung's face closer to his and brought him in for a gentle kiss before quickly pulling away again.

He started pumping himself again, harder, faster, and the pre cum that was pooling at the tip of his dick was starting to leak off more and more and his breathing became more rapid and heavier, joint with a few swear words every once in a while.

"Merde, bébé, je suis sur le point de venir," Felix said, getting closer to Jisung's face.  He was silent for a second, holding back the sounds he clearly wanted so desperately to make.  He bit his lip.  "Je peux jouir sur ton visage?"

It didn't take a rocket scientist to figure out what Felix was trying to ask.  Jisung nodded eagerly, maybe a little too much because it still took a second, but the moment his head stopped moving around was the same second that there was cum all over his face, threaded between his eyelashes and stuck in his hair.  It painted his lips and dripped down the tip of his cute little nose.

Felix ran his hand down the side of Jisung's jaw that wasn't covered in his cum.  He gave Jisung a second to lick as much of it off of his lips as he could before pressing the softest kiss he had ever given Jisung to his lips.

"Mon bon garçon," he whispered into Jisung's mouth, only cringing slightly at the taste of himself.

"Let's get you cleaned up, hm?" Felix asked, finally in a language Jisung understood.  A huge breath of air left his lungs and nodded, moving to stand up when he felt his own dick, still hard, brush against his leg.

He looked down before looking back up at Felix.  "Uh, sir, what-what about... this?" he asked shyly, trying to hide the blush that shone through the cum on his cheeks.

Felix looked at Jisung's cock, an angry red and still producing pre cum, practically begging to be touched, given permission to release himself.  "Why do you think you deserve it, baby?  After all, you weren't very respectful towards me during the radio interview now, were you?" he taunted, a sly smirk playing at his lips.

Jisung hung his head.  He knew that Felix was right, he didn't deserve to cum.  As much fun as they'd just had, that didn't erase the fact that it was still a punishment.  He looked back up at Felix, his eyes wide and gently gnawing on his bottom lip.  "C-can I at least have a hug?"

He could see the harsh dom façade fade into a melted smile as Jisung opened his arms for Felix to scoop him up.  "Prettiest baby boy ever," he said quietly, booping Jisung's nose with his thumb.

"Let's go and get you cleaned up now, mon cœur," Felix said, bringing Jisung into the bathroom for a night filled with gentle pecks and cuddling for hours.

TRANSLATIONS:

1 - my baby 2 - do you know what you did wrong? 3 - that's not a good response, baby. I'm disappointed 4 - on my lap. now. 5 - good boy. count for me, okay? understand? 6 - naughty. answer me. 7 - with your words. 8 - take off your belt for me 9 - take it off 10 - my good boy. you listen so well. 11 - sir 12 - touch you? is that what you want? 13 - sir 14 - do you want to do me a favor 15 - I love you sir 16 - sir 17 - yes, baby, you did so good. i am very proud of you 18 - come here, pet 19 - you are so beautiful 20 - color? 21 - hurry up, baby. i don't have any problems stopping. okay? 22 - g-green 23 - is this alright? 24 - stop now 25 - my little slut. you're so excited that you cant sit still for me, can you? 26 - do you like what you see baby? 27 - stay there. good. 28 - watch me 29 - only my balls 30 - good boy, my pretty baby. so pretty. 31 - do you think you deserve this? after how you embarrassed me like that? 32 - I love kissing you, but you have a job to do 33 - I love that so much, you feel so good. shit 34 - one second baby/no more 35 - do you want to do something special/cute for me? 36 - shit baby, I am on the verge of coming. can I come on your face? 37 - my good boy 38 - my heart

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Avoiding Death is my Specialty

Hi guys! So the blog @incorrectfairytailquotesx on Tumblr has inspired a number of one shots from me. This is one that came to me from a quote they posted from the Percy Jackson series. I’m not too happy with the ending and may post an edited version, but for now, enjoy! :)

5/6/20 update- was going through old stories and wanted to update this one.  Can be read separately, or as a prequel to ‘Flowers’ and then ‘Starry Date’. Will also be posted on ff.net

If you like it please share or leave a comment, constructive criticism welcome :)

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“Avoiding death is my specialty.”

Natsu Dragneel(Percy Jackson)

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“Come onn, Natsu,” I groaned, pulling the pink haired boy by the rest of the way off of the train. He collapsed onto the ground and I huffed, crossing my arms. “This is our first S-class mission. Well, officially. We can’t be late!” I said anxiously.

“Relax, Lucy” the puddle that was Natsu groaned. “The guy doesn’t live that far away,” he said before finally starting to push himself off of the ground. “And besides–when have we ever been on time?” He said, his attempt to grin cheekily at me ruined by the still green tint on his cheeks.  I rolled my eyes before letting out a calming breath.  Natsu was right about him not living too far away, at least.

“Aye!” Happy cried, flying around our heads. He stopped and clung onto me, “please can we eat first!? I haven’t eaten since breakfast!” He pleaded.

I glanced quickly at my watch, we did still have a little less than an hour before we needed to be at the requester’s house.  “Yess,” I groaned.  “Quickly, though, go fly ahead and find somewhere!  We don’t have too long”  I warned him.

“Thanks, Lucy!” He chirped before flying off towards the busier looking roads.

“I wish Gray or Erza could have come along with us,” I told Natsu as we slowly followed after, frowning.

“Why would you want Ice brains here!? And I’m just as strong as Erza!” He said, letting out a puff of fire.

“Of course you are,” I said, letting out a light laugh. “But this is our first S class mission, and it would make me more comfortable if we had more people…” I fretted.

“We’re a team!” Natsu exclaimed. “ And you know what that means?” I arched my eyebrow in an invitation. “That we’ll get through it together, Luce. Always.” He finished adamantly.

“You’re right!” I replied, sending him a soft smile. “We’ll finish this mission up and be back home in no time!”

“And anyways, it’s not our first S class quest!”  He said, and I rolled my eyes already knowing what he was going to say.  “The first was Galuna Island!”

“Yeah, and look at how well that turned out,” I said, letting out an unladylike snort. “Erza and Gray had to come help!”

“Well they did, but we could have done it without them!”  He persisted.

“You’re right, of course we could have,” I said in a placating tone.

“NATSU! LUCY!” We looked towards the right where we could hear Happy’s voice and saw him hovering in front of a restaurant decorated with fishing nets and traps and lures. I scrunched up my nose and Natsu laughed at me.

“Are you regretting letting him pick the spot?” He teased, nudging my arm.

“Maybe a little bit…”

Lunch was, as always, a noisy and messy affair. We ended up getting to the contacts house on time, if not slightly out of breath. “See?” Natsu beamed. “Told ya we’d be fine!” I glared at him, gasping, as he knocked on the door.

“Jeez, Luce,” Happy started. “I think you need to get in better shape when we get home!” My growl was cut off as the door opened. I straightened up to greet the man at the door.

“Hello! Are you Jiro?” I questioned with a friendly smile on my face.

“Yes! Are you the team from Fairy Tail I was told would be coming?” He asked politely.

“Sure am!” Natsu replied enthusiastically, both of us presenting our guild marks. “And we’re ready to kick some bandit ass!” My polite smile became strained as Natsu spoke and I did a mental slap to my forehead. Jiro, however, thankfully just laughed and invited us into his house.

“I’m happy you made it here safely,” he said, face grave. “From what I understand they increased the difficulty of my request.”  He said, before continuing on to explain at the nods of our head that we were aware of this.   “Just a few days ago, I discovered that there were far more bandits than I first believed making their home on my land. It’s far too dangerous for me to go out there anymore, which is a problem for my family.  I use that land to feed them, we have a large garden and when there is need, we hunt. With the recent bandit problem, however…” He trailed off.

“You haven’t been able to feed your family,” I responded gently. “We understand. We’ll take care of this problem so you won’t have to worry anymore,” I said assuredly.

“Thank you!” He said gratefully. “Please, go when you are ready and be careful. They’re scattered on the land throughout the day.” We nodded in understanding before heading out the door.

“You ready to get started!?” Natsu asked.  “Got your keys, whip?”

“Of course I do,”  I responded, scoffing.  “Let’s go! I’d like to be done today or tomorrow to head back.”  I added, and Natsu nodded, agreeing before we headed towards where Jiro had directed us.

We didn’t talk as we wandered our way through the land, making our way through the wooded area, listening intently to the sounds that surrounded us. We sent Happy ahead to scout, and he came back about ten minutes later beckoning us to follow him. We followed along stealthily, stopping at every twig crack and bush rustle. Soon we found ourselves crouching outside of a huge clearing with a garden in the middle and a large number of tents set up in the fields surrounding the garden.

I felt Natsu’s breath on my ear, and held in a squeak of surprise.  “Luce,” he barely whispered, and I felt an involuntary shiver go through me at the feel of his breath on my ear.  “I think it would be better to split up right now, go around to the right while I go left, we’ll do a head count and meet up on the other side.”  I nodded in agreement.

It’s common for people to think that Natsu isn’t exactly a planner. Normally they would be correct, his impulsivity and love of just jumping in when we’re with our whole team is often the cause of too many of our troubles, but with how many of us there are with the full team, especially with how strong everyone is, it allows for more freedom.  

However, when just us, Natsu tended to be much more careful, following a checklist and making a plan, even if he doesn’t always follow it. I used to think that it was because I wasn’t the best fighter, however I had been training with our team for quite some time now and had been getting stronger.  I wasn’t going to complain however, I always enjoyed having a plan.

“Sounds good,” I replied. “just please be careful!” He gave me a ‘who, me?’ look that made me roll my eyes before we went our separate ways. 

I unhooked my whip as I crept around the edge of the camp, careful for any leaves or twigs that may be on the ground. I was about halfway around with a head count of 14 when I heard heavy footsteps accompanied by a branch snap. I whirled around, crouching lower to the ground, one leg bent under me, the other stretched out. He hadn’t seen me yet and I took the opportunity to hide better as he wandered out of the camp. 

I bit my lip, wondering if I should try to take him down now. If I could do it quietly, it would be one less person. If I took too long, it could alert the camp someone was here…I worried my lip between my teeth. Then again, if he woke up before Natsu and I had finished with a plan he could warn the camp and they would be more prepared…I let out a frustrated scream in my mind before pouting and waited for him to leave. Too many ‘what ifs’ for now.

It didn’t take me long to finish my circuit and meet Natsu at the other end. In total, we had a count of about thirty.

“I can cause a distraction on the other side and while their backs are turned we can jump em!” He whispered enthusiastically. I laughed and nodded.

“Seems like the best way to go, hopefully we’ll take a few down before they realize we’re even here!” I agreed. He grinned maniacally and with a barely noticeable flick of the wrist, called a ball of fire to his hand. Taking aim, he shot the fireball towards one of the tents in the middle. The man sitting in front shot up and frantically tried to put his tent out while the others near him started laughing and jeering. Until the fire spread and another tent caught on fire. Then another. More and more people were migrating over to frantically try and help put them out before it continued to spread. 

Natsu glanced over and I grinned, giving him a thumbs up. I had equipped my Taurus Star Dress at this point and was ready to go! I felt the familiar feeling of my heartbeat picking up, and the excitement starting to build right before a fight. At my thumbs up, Natsu jumped into the clearing, incapacitating people left and right.

I jumped into the fray, cracking my whip and bringing people down, focusing on trying to keep anyone from sneaking up to Natsu or overwhelming him.  My whip wrapped around ankles, wrists and necks, dragging them to the ground.   Taurus’ Dress was the best for situations like this, increasing my strength when it was needed. Soon enough, however, the bandits understood what was going on and turned their attention from the burning tents to us and I knew the real thing would help a great deal.  Grabbing for my keys, I called Taurus to come help us fight. 

I had a few people coming just for me, but it seemed most of the bandits had deemed Natsu as the main threat, which only made things all the more easier for us. Natsu was enjoying himself a bit too much, cackling as he took people out with his flaming fists. Shaking my head and smiling, I kept fighting. We quickly fell into a pattern, me dragging someone away from Natsu when I could and Taurus knocking them out.   Things were looking good for us!

Funny how it only takes a split second for things to change. 

Out of nowhere, I felt something grab my legs. Looking down, I noticed vines and roots had clung to them and they were firmly holding me in place.  I gave a few experimental tugs, but they were quickly climbing up my body, making it impossible to move. Taurus noticed what was happening and stopped swinging at the bandits, turning to help me before being entrapped in his own roots. “Luuuucy!” He called, hacking at his own restraints.

“I’m fine, Taurus! Go back!” I commanded. He looked at me hesitantly. “Go! I can call you again if I need you!” I said urgently, watching the vines quickly wrap up him.  He grudgingly nodded.

“Yes, Luuucy. Stay safe!” He said before disappearing, the roots still molded in the position of his legs.

What was this!? No one had reported there being mages in with the bandits! I thought furiously.  I couldn’t take the time to dwell on it, however. They were here, and we had to deal with them.  I quickly began scanning for them as I switched outfits.

“Star Dress-Cancer!” I called, glancing over to check on Natsu. Natsu also had roots starting to reach towards him.  He was throwing fire at his own restraints as well as other people, trying to keep them at bay. Happy was pulling on the back of his vest as he attacked the roots, trying to pull him free. 

“Natsuuuu!” He cried. 

I unsheathed the swords that came with the Cancer form and started to try and cut the roots away. It didn’t seem to matter how quickly I cut, and the roots were too thick to cut through in a single stroke and when I did manage to cut one more vine, two more seemed to pop up in its place.

Looking around frantically I tried to pinpoint the magic user. The roots were already up to my waist and reaching out to try and grab my wrists. “Natsu!” I cried desperately, pointing to the man who I had found to be controlling the roots. His hands palm down, back against the trees and eyes closed. His long dark hair loosely tied up and he seemed to almost meld with the tree behind him.

He paused his onslaught of fire to look in the direction, giving me a sharp nod. He pulled his arm back and gathered up a ball of fire. I went back to fighting the roots, trying to cut the ones grabbing my hands away. The ones around me were up to my chest now and had immobilized me. They drew around my shoulders before working back down, drawing my arms close to my body and squeezing tight, leaving it much harder for me to breathe as I struggled fruitlessly to get out.

I looked up at a burst of raw red power coming from the opposite direction, and screamed as it headed towards Natsu. Although the roots hadn’t immobilized the top half of his body, he still couldn’t move out of the way. It hit him in the back like an arrow and I watched in horror as his eyes went wide. As his flames died out. The roots quickly disintegrated away as he fell, allowing him to hit the ground, face forward. I saw the blood pouring from the wound in his back. He struggled to his knees but was hit by the magic - formed arrow again. And again and again and again. I couldn’t see anything else as I looked into his eyes and saw the pain there. I didn’t even notice Happy collapsing a few feet away, staring at Natsu in shock.

“NATSU!” I yelled, trying to fight back the tears.  “STOP IT!” I screamed desperately at the man who was coming up behind him. His red eyes-the same color as that awful magic-had a strange glow and his face held a manic smile. Not like the one Natsu wore when excited - no this was a twisted manic, eyes holding no passion or warmth. His dark hair was cut short, flying every which way. He stood tall over Natsu, looking down on him. I lost the battle, and tears broke through, also coming from an angry desperation to get to him.  He looked up towards me. “Natsu…” I whispered, my voice breaking as I saw the fire start to die out of his eyes, his eyelids slowly closing.

“Natsu!” I cried louder. “Wake up, Natsu, there are still asses to kick!” I yelled desperately, tears continuing to spill.  Nothing.  There was no movement at all.  His back looked like a pincushion and I couldn’t see any of his skin. His blood was dripping down his body, soaking into the dirt on the ground. His eyes, which had just been alight with excitement and determination…then pain, were closed now. “NATSU!” I screamed in agony.

“Awh, how sad,”  The red eyed man cooed.  “But don’t worry, you’ll soon be joining him.”

“I will get out of here,” I growled to the stranger . “I will and I swear to Mavis it doesn’t matter if you’re gone I’m going to destroy you”

“Oh please,” He sneered.  “Do you know how many times I've heard declarations of revenge?” He asked, eyes seeming to grow more wild, a dangerous aura beginning to surround him.  “And do you know how many failed? Well...I’m still here, aren’t I?” He asked with a nasty smirk.  “Do you even know who I am?”  He asked gleefully.

“I don’t need to know who you are!” I spat back.  “I don’t give a shit who you are! I’m not them, and I swear you will regret hurting Natsu!”  I declared forcefully.

“I guess I’d better just dispose of you as well then,” he sneered, bringing his arm back. I stared defiantly at him even as an arrow formed in between his thumb and first two fingers.

“WAAAAAAAHHHHHHH” it was then that I came back to my senses and noticed Happy dive bombing the red-eyed man. Tears were running down his face and Happy dodged the man’s swats faster than I’d ever seen him move.

“HAPPY! HAPPY GO FIND HELP!” I screamed. “GO GET A DOCTOR! I’ll have them gone by the time you get back.” He seemed to snap out of the red haze he was in and flew up high. He nodded at me and turned to fly off. Before I could even blink he was gone.

The red eyed man made his way towards the mage restraining me and laughed. “My roots aren’t nothin to mess with, girlie.” He smirked at me.

“It’s a good thing I’m not either,” I said, smirking right back. Closing my eyes I took a deep breath as I let my anger, my hatred for these two men who were trying to rip away the heart of Fairy Tail. Rip away the soul of the man who had shown me an adventure I didn’t even know I needed.

In that moment, I felt it. The bright, gentle magic that lived inside of me. I breathed in, concentrating, and funneled my adrenaline, anger and hurt into that well.  I then breathed out, relaxing. “Star Dress-Leo” I whispered and the magic took hold. My magic grew, and I felt more powerful. I opened my eyes, staring at them before saying in a louder, clearer voice. “Regulas burst!” My magic burst out in a nova, disintegrating the ties and allowing me to move again. Before they could utter a word I grabbed three keys, slashing them through the air.

“Open! Gates of the Earth! Capricorn, Taurus, Virgo!” 

A bright light flashed in the clearing, leaving behind the three spirits. 

For the first time, I saw fear entering the eyes of the mages.  “Th-three spirits?” A nasty grin spread across my face, and I felt a pang of panic at first about how much I was enjoying their fear.

Capricorn and Taurus immediately attacked the men, striking so fast they didn’t even have time to draw their power.  They were hit with an onslaught of fists and feet, giving Virgo time to dig a trap behind them. Already I could feel my adrenaline - fueled power start to recede. I clung on desperately as Taurus and Capricorn fought and tried to knock the men back into the trap. Gripping my whip I joined the fray. With the three of us physically attacking, the red-eyed man and the root manipulator were soon overwhelmed and even with them fighting back, It didn’t take long before the two men were knocked out.

My vision became blurry and I fell to my knees, keeping hold of my magic as my spirits pulled the men into the dirt hole that Virgo had created. They sealed them there, the only things above ground being their heads.

“Virgo, Taurus, go back. I will stay here with Lady Lucy until Happy comes with help. I will use my own power to stay here” Capricorn instructed. They nodded to him, understanding that it had taken a lot of magic to open and keep open the three celestial gates. I didn’t hear much else as the spots went blurry and my vision darkened. I felt the pull on my power lessen and finally relaxed.

When I woke up it was to a room that I didn’t recognize. I could hear murmuring in the background, along with the crackling of a fire. My head pounded and I felt week.  I wracked my brain, trying to remember what happened.  I slowly opened my eyes, and was thankfully met with dim  and took in my surroundings.

I turned to my right and gasped, seeing Natsu on another cot. His eyes were blurry light.  I rapidly blinked, trying to rid myself of the blurriness. Another throb of pain hit my head and I groaned, using an insane amount of strength just to bring my heavy arms up to my head.

“...Lucy?”  I sucked in a breath and my heart stuttered as I heard the voice and everything came rushing back.  Pushing aside my own pain, I looked up to see a sight that filled my heart with warmth.

Natsu was sitting in a bed next to me, Happy clinging to him and crying. Natsu was petting him as he hugged him back.

“Natsu?” I whispered. He looked up and gave me a huge grin, but I could see the relief in his eyes.

“Lucy! Welcome back to the land of the living!” He said teasingly.

“What happened!? I thought you were dead!” I said tearfully, sitting up slowly to assess any damage. I swung my legs off the bed to face him, planting my feet on the floor.

“Oh, Natsu!” I exclaimed, relieved. I flung myself at him, stumbling between the beds and wrapping my arms around him, squishing Happy between us. He hissed and threw one arm back against his bed to brace us, while the other came up around my waist to hug me to him. Tears of relief were making their way down my face as I clung to him.

“Hey!” Happy protested, squished between us.

“And you!” I exclaimed. “I ended up passing out I guess,” I said sheepishly. “what happened?”

Wiggling out from between us, Happy started to explain. “I came back to town to find Jiro and told him to get a doctor and go find you guys in the clearing with the farm. Then I flew as fast as I could to get Wendy and brought her and Carla here! I knew Natsu would need her help. Your goat-man said that you had just fainted from using too much magic. And now Wendy’s sleeping in the other room cuz Carla said she used too much of her magic.” He said. I grabbed him and hugged him tight to my chest, where I was still against Natsu.

“You’re a hero, Happy! Without you we’d probably still be out there, and Natsu could’ve been…” I trailed off, not even wanting to finish the sentence. “Oh, Natsu…” I said, turning back to him. “I was so worried. I thought I’d lost you, and…and I don’t know what I would’ve done. You…you have no idea what that would’ve done to me, “ I choked out, trying to hold back even more tears.

“Oh Luce, didn’t you know?” I looked at him quizzically. Didn’t I know what? Was there some kind of dragon slayer thing he hadn’t told me about? “Avoiding death is my specialty!” He finished cheekily.

I groaned and smacked my forehead onto his chest.  I could feel him laugh as he tightened his arm around my waist, his other hand coming up to run through my hair.

“I’m glad you’re okay, Luce.  I don’t know what happened out there and you’ll have to fill me in, but i’m just so happy that you’re okay.”  He said, voice strained.  I froze as I felt him place a kiss on the top of my head.   My heart raced and warred with my mind.  

He doesn’t think of you like that, he’s just happy you’re okay!

But who kisses their friends!? I’ve been in trouble plenty of times and Gray’s never kissed me!

My thoughts were cut short as the door banged open, and I shot back and quickly stood, blocking Natsu from whoever had burst in.  I took a defensive stance, one hand flitting around my waist attempting to find my whip, before remembering my injuries.   I swayed on my feet as I fought through a dizzy spell, and tried to focus on who had come through.

“Lucy! Natsu!”  A commanding voice rang through the room and I relaxed as I felt Natsu put his feet on the ground and put one arm around my waist, and another grabbing my wrist to steady me.

“I am here to help!”  Erza declared, hands on hips and requipped into a nurses outfit.  I snorted as she walked over to me, and helped me over to my bed.  “Doctor’s orders, you are both to stay in bed until tomorrow.”  She lectured strictly. 

She was followed in by Gray, “I knew we should have gone with you, flame for brains.” He scoffed, but I could see the underlying worry and rolled my eyes.

“WHAT!?” Natsu yelled.  “We handled it just fine, and when I was down Lucy kicked ass! We didn’t need you!”  He shot back and I blushed, ducking my head.

“NO FIGHTING” Erza roared, and both boys shrunk away meekly.

I shook my head in exasperation and looked towards Natsu.  We shared a smile before I sunk back into my bend, lending half an ear to Erza’s continued lecture as I started to sink back into a sleep.

Even if Natsu doesn’t think of me that way, at least he cares.  And as long as I’m with Fairy Tail I'm surrounded by my family and that’s all that matters. 

That was my last thought before I gave in to sleep.

[alleviat3]

Chica Fan Short-Story

Quick Introduction:

Hello every! This is my first post on Tumblr actually but that’s not really important! Today I’m going to share one my short stories that I wrote. I’m in no ways a professional writer though someday I would love that. This is merely just practice, but I’m putting it out there so hopefully some people can give me advice and criticism. I know there are probably many mistakes but this is just a quick practice piece.

This short-story is actually about Chica the Chicken from the Five Night’s at Freddy’s series. She’s one my favorite characters because of her backstory actually. This isn’t canon at all, I just wanted to put a piece together of her inner dialogue. But you’ll notice sometimes the grammar is wrong, or the words she uses are childish.

Other than that, please enjoy! If you have any advice or anything, please let me know <3

Edits: (foxy’s section has been edited to make him act more like a human child instead of a pirate)

Lonely

The lights shut off. Day is over now, the children are gone. The happiness is gone, and the life is gone. Now the dark hours begin with no lights. The lights mean good. No lights mean we’re alone.

     At least the pain is gone. No more sharp ouchies. I hope the others aren’t getting poked now too. I don’t like them being hurt. I watched them get hurt before and I don’t like it happening again, it makes me sad.

     I miss mom and dad and my puppy. I want to know if he actually got hit by a car, because the man said he didn’t and I’m confused. But I think my puppy is gone, he hasn’t come to see me. He always did, ever day after school. But I haven’t been to school in a long time, so maybe he’s confused. That’s okay, I’m confused too.

     I look at my friends. Freddy is quiet still. So is Bonnie.

     I’m used to calling Freddy by his animal name. Because that is really what he is, but I know his real name. It’s Gabriel. I like that name.

     I nudge Freddy gently. His head slowly turns to me.  I think his voice is tired, because he isn’t talking yet. His hand slowly moves up to his jaw and stays there.

     Oh, my jaw is loose.

     Slowly, I reach my heavy hand up to my jaw and shove it back into place. I hear the click and look at Freddy again. He had moved his hand away so I think I got it.

     I lean forwards slightly to look at Bonnie. He gives me a tiny wave. That makes me feel happy. Freddy and I aren’t as close as I am to Bonnie.  Bonnie was my friend Jeremy. Was.

     “Bonnie,” I say, my voice a groan. It wasn’t cute anymore like it used to be. It scared me sometimes… everyone used to love my voice. They’d say, “Susie, you’re so cute!” or “Susie, you have such an adorable laugh!”. But no one says that anymore… I wish people would just come over to me and say hi to me. I miss my mom and dad… I just don’t know why they haven’t come to visit me. But I have my friends.

     Bonnie stares at me for a second before his mouth opens slightly.

     “Chica. Oh… how sad. The children are gone already,” says Bonnie, his voice a similar ragged moan. He looks around again, hoping that there are still people around but his ears curl downwards in a sad manner.

     “I know, they’ve left. It’s just us now,” I say. “We should make sure everything is good for tomorrow for when our friends come back. I hope we have a birthday party. I’m hungry.”

     “You’re always hungry, Chica.”

     “Yes. I can’t eat pizza anymore, that’s why. But I will keep trying. Maybe one day it’ll work and I won’t be hungry anymore. Watching everyone eat makes me sad sometimes…”

     “I know,” says Bonnie, stepping off the stage. He walks over to a table slowly, his large feet dragging on the floor. “Let’s get ready for tomorrow. Maybe our parents will come,” he groans, picking up a chair that had been knocked over.

     I get off the stage too and join Bonnie in cleaning up. When the children come back, I want it to be nice and pretty so they’re happy. Maybe, like Bonnie said, our parents will come back. I don’t tell him this but I doubt it. We’ve been here for a long time… and I do like having parties for my friends and giving them pizza I don’t want to keep doing it. I’m tired and I hurt, I just want it to end. I have thought about it for a long time, as long as I’ve been here. But that man…

     THE MAN.

     HE DID THIS TO ME. TO US. WHY? Why… what did we do?

     “Chica… oh, you’ve knocked over a party hat with your cupcake. Whoops,” Bonnie said, staring at the fallen paper hat on the ground.

     “Oh,” I mutter, picking it back up and setting it on the table, distracted from thoughts about the man. “Much better?”

     “Much better,” the bunny confirms.

     Out of nowhere, Foxy pulls the curtain to his cove open and looks at me and Bonnie. Raising his hook, he looks at what we are doing.

     “I didn’t know the kids left yet,” he growled quietly. “I wanted to preform again.”

     “I’m sorry, Foxy. You can perform tomorrow,” I say to the sad fox. “I’m sure there will be party tomorrow. Bonnie can play his guitar, you can tell them stories, I can give them pizza and Freddy can sing. It’ll so fun and everyone will be happy.”

     “Yeah, Chica… you’re right. It’s always sad at night.”

     And with that, the red fox hooked the sparkly purple curtain and pulled it shut with a haggard sigh.

     Bonnie and I watched as Foxy shut the curtain. Foxy was… usually distant like this. If there isn’t anyone around he gets sad. I get sad too but Bonnie and Freddy and I share a stage and we have fun together. Foxy is usually alone. But we all do care for each other because we have to help each other. We’re stuck here and we stick together. We’re all very close. We’re a family now.

     I miss mom and dad but… at least I got my friends. But it’s very lonely too. Trapped in this suit. I stopped breathing and eating a while ago. I don’t know if I’m dead, I only heard about it in movies and stuff. But mom would cover my eyes during movies when someone died. I can’t be dead though because mom and dad always told me if I died I would go to Heaven. This isn’t Heaven so I must be alive. I wish I was with mom and dad though. And my puppy. I want to go back to school. But I know they won’t come back. I keep saying maybe they’ll come back. But I know they won’t.

     What did I do?

     WHAT DID I DO?

     WHAT DID I DO?!

     WHY DID YOU KILL ME. WHY DID YOU KILL THEM. I WATCHED YOU PUT THEM IN THE SUITS. I WAS POKED AND SHOVED. I WAS SCARED.

     WHY?

     WHY WHY WHY WHY WHY!

     “Stop,” I heard Freddy’s ragged voice say. “I hear something. Footsteps.”

      Bonnie and I listened to him. I was happy he got me to stop thinking but Freddy usually stayed quiet at night. He gets sad and waits for the children. But I could tell something was wrong.

     Freddy tilted his head slightly and looked down the hall. I know the map of this place. It is a part of me. Of Chica, not Susie. But I am Chica now. But… the hall light was flickering.

     “Someone is here,” I say, my voice a groaning whisper. “Maybe someone is here to save us! Bonnie, we must go see who it is!”

     Bonnie nodded and walked towards the office, his heavy feet moving slowly. I followed quickly behind my bunny friend.

     He looked at me.

     “Chica,” he huffed. “Go down the right hall. We’ll go and say hi and maybe the new person will save us. This could be it! We could see mom and dad again.”

         I start down the hallway. If I could feel my heart I think it would have been pounding in my chest. I don’t know if my heart is there anymore but I hope so.

     I started to speed up when I saw the open door.

     To let my new friend I was there, I started to sing. But it was ugly, it sounded like choking. Maybe they thought it was pretty though.

     Excited now, I peeked through the window, my glass eyes looking at the man in the security suit. He looked like a cop, with a badge and a fun belt! I think being a cop could be fun, catching the bad guys.

     Catch the bad guys.

     Catch the bad guys.

     CATCH HIM.

     Finally, he looked at me!

     I tried to smile at him but it’s hard with this beak, it doesn’t smile well. I put my hand on the window too trying to wave even though my fingers curved on that hand because I’m supposed to hold my cupcake.

     But… when he looked at me he was scared. He shut the door on me! I wanted to cry but I can’t cry. Why won’t he let me in? I want to play! Maybe he knows mom and dad. Are you dad? Do you know where they are? My puppy? Was he actually hit by a car?

     Please open the door! I can’t do this anymore.

     OPEN THE DOOR! HELP ME!

     HELP ME!

     HEEEEELLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLPPPPPPPPPPPPP!

     I slammed my hands on the door as hard as I could. I’m not going to hurt anyone, I’m not scary… I’m Susie. Do you know me? Did I know you? Susie!

     Susie is my name! Hear my name! Help me!

     Help my friends! I watched him get them. I was in this suit. In this suit. Inside. He stuffed the others in here.

     He hurt us.

     HE HURT US.

     HURT WITH US. OPEN THE DOOR.

     OPEN

     THIS

     DOOR

     HELP

     help…

     i’m scared. i want to see my mom and dad. can you take me to them? please….

     He never opened the door. He shined the light in my eyes and covered his face with his tablet. He wasn’t here to save us. I knew that but… I wanted to believe it. Not even for me… for my friends. They deserve to go home and I’d give up anything for them. Why can’t we leave? I don’t know…

     This isn’t heaven.

     I won’t make it there. Cassidy and I are the only one who know of this place called…

     hell.

     But… I will not rest until my friends are safe. I will protect them. I will find him. And I will put him in a suit like he did to us. He will rot.

     HE.

     WILL.

     PAY

[im-whatchamccallit]

Like in the Stories//Lucas Wong (WayV/NCT U)

Request: can I request something with either Lucas from Wayv or Mingyu from SVT. A noona who’s a little older but not as experienced as them and they’ve known each other for a long time so they’re comfy with each other. Please & Thank you!!--Smut & Fluff I forgot to add

Pairing: Wong Yukhei (Lucas) x Reader

Genre: Smut, some fluff but not really (my bad)

Warnings Unprotected sex, virginity loss. Nothing too crazy.

Words: 4.2k

(A/N: Should I write one for Mingyu? I thought about writing two separate pieces for both of them but idk.)

“Lucas pressed you to his mattress as his hands tightened around your throat.” Lucas read from his phone, a squeal leaving your mouth as you cringed further into your sofa, Lucas trying not to show his blush but failing miserably.

“It’s hilarious that they think you’re dominant.” You commented, Lucas’ fingers scrolling through the various post tagged with his name.

This was a game you and Lucas have been playing since he debuted: going onto Twitter, Tumblr, and Instagram to search his tags, finding any and everything his fans could post about him.  Over time, Lucas has managed to save various fan edited videos and pictures, one currently being his lock screen, and even found himself subject to many of their sexual fantasies.

Although he was flattered, you found it bizarre. The way everyone describe him in their writings was nothing like his true personality, instantly making you cackle at the idea that he could ever be authoritative and bossy. He was just a human-sized puppy in your eyes, easily flustered and shy from something as simple as a woman’s touch. He even flinched as you placed your feet into his lap, his hips trying to move farther from them despite your couch preventing him from doing so.

Lucas continued to scroll before a certain fanfic caught his eyes, an amused laugh erupting from his mouth as he passed his phone to you. Your brows furrowed as you took the device, curious as to what he found so funny. Probably another story about him and Jungwoo.

Nope! It was you and Lucas.

Your eyes skimmed over the wordy text, catching a few phrases that showed a more sexual side to your friendship, your teeth gritting as you laughed awkwardly, pushing his phone back towards him as to cleanse your eyes of the narrative. You knew Lucas mentioning you in his Vlives and tagging you in post on Instagram would come back to bite you in the ass someday.

“Let’s read it.” Lucas suggested, scrolling back to the top.

“You read it.” You said, reaching onto your coffee table to grab the half empty bag of chips.

Lucas began to read through the lines, not realizing you meant to himself, but you couldn’t help but listen. Whether it was about you and Lucas or him and someone else, you still managed to find amusement in it, the lines and actions nothing that either of you would do in reality.

“’(Y/N) crawled forward, staring up innocently at Lucas as she wrapped her lips around his dick, taking all of him in her mouth. “Noona, you’re taking my dick so well.” Lucas moaned.’”

You screamed out in a mixture of embarrassment and disgust as Lucas read that line, your body shivering at the word ‘noona’, something about it being the most sexual phrase in the fiction.

“Oh god, just end it there. It’s so weird.” You chuckled, shifting uncomfortable in your space and placing the chips back as you no longer had an appetite.

“I forgot virgins don’t like this kind of stuff.” You tried to laugh the situation off but couldn’t help but glare at Lucas’ smug smile.

Despite you being a year and a half older, Lucas was more experienced than you when it came to sex. But a virgin? He knew of your sexual exploits and vice versa, yet he always managed to mock the fact that you’ve only, in his words, experimented at 17. Honestly, it wasn’t a big deal but you still felt demeaned, almost as if it was something you should be ashamed of.

Nonetheless, you took a deep breath, tying not to show how upset you were despite your lips forming a deep pout.

“I’m not a virgin, I just don’t like the idea of people wanting us to fuck.”

“Why not? If we did, you’d probably learn a thing or two.” God, why were you friends with this smug asshole again?

You rolled your eyes and swung your legs off of him, standing from the sofa and heading to your bedroom to avoid punching him.

“Come on, (Y/nickname). Just sit on daddy’s lap. Or, if I call you ‘noona’ will you do it? Would you do it for me, noona?” You felt like you were going to explode, your hands visibly shaking as he continued, your feet suddenly stopping you just before entering your hallways. You suddenly remembered why you were friends.

You turned to face him, the simple smirk on his plump lips as he egotistically pat his lap, as if you were some kind of cat. Lucas smirk slowly faltered as you began to move closer, your hands gripping the hem of your t-shirt before lifting it over your head and tossing it to a random corner of your living room, your body stopping just in front of him to push down your sweatpants and kick them away, leaving you in only a black bra and panty set.

The way his eyes scanned over you, his tongue darting out to moisten his quivering lips, body sat straight as if he were in the presence of a teacher, the overall bashfulness. That was why you were friends. You knew underneath his cockiness and playful attitude, he was just a shy boy, that simple fact causing you to smirk as you climbed into his lap, feeling him jerk away slightly as your clothed crotches met. Lucas’ head turned slightly so that your faces weren’t as close.

“What’s wrong, daddy? I thought you were gonna teach me a thing or two?” You mocked, bringing a hand to his face, gripping his chin to make him face you, your eyes locking as he swallowed hard, almost audibly.

“Or you can just call me ‘noona’.”

Honestly, you weren’t sure what happened. You were only teasing him the same way he did you, using a few tricks that you’ve seen in porn, just trying to get him riled up and a bit frantic. But you never expected his large hands to grip your wrist, twisting your bodies until your back laid flat against the sofa, his body towering over yours as you stared wide eyed at him. Being in this position, Lucas’ body between your spread legs while your chest rose and fell slowly in anticipation, made you realize how virginal you truly were. The farthest you’ve ever gone was oral sex and maybe fingering in a public space, so this situation, and the possibilities of what could come of it, made your breath hitch. From the way things looked, you were excited for his next move.

But Lucas had no idea what was to come either. Sure, he was joking before, overplaying his confidence to agitate you, but he never thought he’d have you here, his eyes struggling to focus on your face as they dropped to your cleavage, the blood draining from his face to his lower regions, his body making their plans as his brain tried to decide if he wanted the same, his lips hesitantly opening to finally break the silence.

“D-do you want me to keep going?” You nodded softly, Lucas leaning down as if he was preparing to kiss you, only to lift himself once more to stare at you again.

“Are you sure?”

“You’re really ruining the moment.” You sighed, Lucas hurriedly pressing his mouth to yours just before you had time to change your mind, a soft moan slipping through your lips at the softness of his own.

He slowly let his tongue glide inside, brushing over yours to distract you from the way he shifted his body, his jean covered knee pressing to your damp panties, something you didn’t feel until it touched your clit, your mouth opening wide as a breathy, laugh-like moan filled the space between you, Lucas staring at you with confusion.

“I haven’t done anything yet.”

“Oh, sorry. K-keep going.” You couldn’t help but giggle slightly with him before he returned his lips to yours, moving them slowly and fluidly while his knee began to grind against your heat, a tingly sensation in your lower regions causing you to lift your hips, the pressure more intense as you embraced the new sensation.

Lucas’ hands slowly released your wrist, slivering down your waist and to your hips, pulling them down gently just so you could feel the pleasure of his covered kneecap as he nudged it against you so slow yet so hard, his mouth no longer on your own as he moved down to your neck, biting on a sensitive spot just by your ear that you had no clue was there, the surprised moans from you urging him on.

You didn’t know what to think of this situation, only knowing you didn’t want it to end. The feeling of Lucas’ rotund lips making trails down to your covered breast, your hips and his knee grinding with one another to practically soak your panties, the realization that you’ve never experienced pleasure at this level, even if you haven’t had sex yet, it made you want more.

“Lucas, more.” He froze at your command, bring his head up to see your shut eyes and wide smile, teeth sinking into your bottom lip as if you were trying to suppress your moans, failing horribly.

“What do you want me to do?” He asked cautiously, bringing his knee to a halt while his hands slowly released your frame, much to your dismay.

“Anything. Everything. Please.” You begging was honestly a delight for him.

Your statement made his body shudder at the thought that he could do anything to you, the various positions and acts he wanted to perform on you crossing his mind until he remembered that you were new to this. Sure, he’s had sex enough times to figure out what he liked and dislike sexually but this was like a learning curve for you. He needed to show you the universal pleasures of sex before you found your personal ones.

“I’ll keep going. Only if I can call you ‘noona’ until we’re finished.” You groaned out, mainly in annoyance.

Why wasn’t he continuing? And why was he suddenly so interested in honorifics? You never used them before but the way he said it, it did things to you. Things you couldn’t comprehend or dismiss, your head immediately nodding in agreement, just wanting to hear him say it once more.

Lucas wasted no time continuing down your body, pressing his lips to your warm flesh, kissing your navel just before reaching your panties. He took his time removing them, almost like he was defusing a bomb, carefully moving the cotton fabric down your legs, straight past your calves and finally off your body, your legs instantly opening for him to view. Was pretty the right word to describe someone’s pussy? If yes, then that’s exactly what it was, his tongue darting out to wet his lips as he watched the fold glisten with your juices.

As if he was testing it, he stuck one finger inside, producing a high-pitched moan from you, your hands unsure of where to go, reaching for his wrist before finding a place above your head, gripping the arm of your sofa as he slowly slipped another into you, your walls swallowing his long digits. He knew you never had full blown sex but the tightness of your pussy around his fingers, making it hard for them to thrust in and out of you as it clenched onto him, was 100% proof of it.

Lucas placed one hand on your knee, predicting your next move as he blew gently on your clit, your lower body convulsing at the odd sensation before his tongue swirled around the pinkish-red button. He began to pump his fingers inside of you, twisting and curling them to find your g-spot, a satisfied grin on his face as your hips bucked at the feeling of the hidden ball of pleasure inside of you being found, his fingertips tapping and rubbing against it teasingly while his mouth latched onto your clitoris, sucking gently as his tongue flicked over it, a shaky moan exhaled from your mouth as his hand’s movements became faster.

The contrasting feelings, his light and careful mouth working against you as his hand thrusted into your body, fingers practically abusing the sensitive spot within you, were driving you crazy. The wetness his hand began to collect from your arousal made his movements seem so fluid, the only thing stopping it was Lucas, those two digits buried deep inside of you while his palm laid close to your heat, fingers angled to massage the delicate parts of your walls viciously, his mouth slowly growing rougher and his hand moving from your knee and up to your clothed breast, slipping beneath the wired material to cup your fleshy and soft mound.

“X-Xuxi,” You tried to speak, your hands gripping his hair in an attempt to make him slow down, your thighs tensing as your lower body uncontrollably elevated to meet his lips and fingers.

Your body was growing hot, your head thrown back and back arching, allowing his hand to knead more of your doughy breast, moans bouncing off the thin apartment walls, some louder than others to let him know you were close, the burning and pleasure scaring you a bit, never having been this close to an orgasm in your life. Sure, you’ve cum plenty of times, but this was intense. You could feel the energy draining from your body with each of his movements, a cry leaving your lips as you dug your nails into Lucas’ head a bit too roughly.

“Ow!” He gasped as he sat up, his hands leaving your body as your eyes flied open when the sensation began to die down.

You looked up to see Lucas staring at you as if he needed an explanation for the sudden pain he felt, your mouth falling open as you realized what you’d done.

“I’m so sorry! I didn’t mean to.” You said, sitting up to check his head, making sure he wasn’t bleeding.

Lucas could only laugh at you, reaching up with the only hand that wasn’t coated with your juices to grasp yours, dragging it down to return your focus to the situation at hand, a more painful feeling bothering him.

“Noona,” He said, loving your wide eyed response to the simple name.

“I’m in pain and it’s your fault.” You were ready to apologize once more before he led your hand to the bulge in his black pants, a sigh of relief leaving your lips as you were thankful you hadn’t truly hurt him.

You didn’t question him or make a witty remark as you stood to trail down his body, palming his erect length through his constricting pants as you sat on your knees, making a home between his spread legs as you stared up at him. This felt like déjà vu, life imitating the art of his fan’s salacious writings.

Lucas watched impatiently as you began to undo his pants. Once you brought the zipper down, he raised his hips, pushing away the tight jeans and boxers from his waist and to his knees, your eyes tracing over his exposed member.

Were you really going to do this? Did you want to do this? You’ve done this a few times and, from your experience and feedback, you’re pretty good at it, so why not?

You hesitantly wrapped your hand around the veiny muscle, genuinely shocked by its size. Your tongue poked out at the slit of his bright red tip, tasting the saltiness of his precum and growing accustomed to it quickly, your lips clasping around the head and sucking as if more would come out, a hiss filling your ears as Lucas leaned further into the couch so his hips were forward, silently begging for you to do more.

Your eyes shut as a small moan croaked from your throat, your mouth opening just wide enough to let your tongue out to swirl around the tip, a long wet stripe being dragged down to his shaft, your lips pursing on the prominent vein, sucking at it as if you were trying to leave a hickey, your hand securing itself at his base as you finally gave in to his needs, trailing your moist lips back to his tip and taking him into your mouth, going down until you felt him at the back of your throat, a whispered ‘fuck’ exiting Lucas as his head fell back, enjoying the feeling of your saturated mouth.

You weren’t sure how someone could taste so good. It was indescribable yet addictive, your hums of satisfaction vibrating through his writhing body, more droplets of precum dripping into your mouth where you eagerly licked at them, bobbing your head and pursing your lips around his thick length, stroking the solid flesh that couldn’t fit down your throat. Lucas loved this but it wasn’t enough. Your pace was too slow, even if you were doing everything right to bring him to the edge. He didn’t want to seem too demanding but he was desperate at this point, his mouth dry as he tried to speak your name.

“No-Noona,” You hummed once more, his hips jerking a bit at the feeling as he adjusted his head to stare down at you, his cock still in your mouth as you continued to suck before releasing it with a thin trail of spit connecting from his head to your bottom lip, your hand pumping him as you waited for him to continue.

“Yes, Xuxi?” You asked breathlessly, knowing you should have stopped for air sooner.

“Can I fuck your throat?” The question caught you off guard but you hesitantly nodded. You had never been throat fucked but the idea of it made your body quiver, your legs closing together to manage the throbbing between them.

“Make sure you breathe through your nose.” He warned, your head nodding although you mentally face palmed. You forgot you could breathe through your nose while doing that.

Lucas sat up straight as he cupped your face, bringing your mouth back to his cock where you opened it happily, him wasting no time going to the back of your throat, your body shifting as you tried not to gag. You began to breathe through your nose like he said as he thrusted into your mouth, your eyes rolled upwards to stare at his face, eyes shut and lips parted as he enjoyed the warmth of your throat, moving your head along with his hips so he could go deeper.

“Your mouth feels so good.” He moaned out, praising you as he increased his speed, a loud moan leaving you and his cock dipping further inside, your nose touching his pelvis and making him groan.

So moaning helps too? That’s another thing you needed to keep in mind.

Lucas was very verbal, more than you expected. He swore under his breath as he continued to thrust into your mouth, leaning back into the sofa as his hips lifted further up, the narrowness of your throat feeling good around him and his hands running through your hair. You moaned against him, your hands digging into his thighs as you tried to steady yourself while he continued. The throbbing of his cock, the sound of his own heartbeat in his ears, the heat burning through him as his movement grew rougher, he was close. And he knew he was close. He wasn’t sure if he should stop but he couldn’t, he didn’t want to. You felt too good and he was too focused on the twitching of his member immersed deep into your esophagus to end this.

“Noona, I’m going to cum.” He moaned, not giving you a chance to react as he brought your face to his pelvis, your nose pressed to his warm skin as he let out strangled moans, releasing down your throat as you moaned quietly around him.

You sat like that for a few seconds, his dick in your throat with his cum ready to be swallowed, his head thrown back while he slowly unclasped your head. You pursed your lips around him, moving back carefully as to not spill his seed before reaching his tip, Lucas’ pained moan from how sensitive it was making you smile slightly before pulling back completely, swallowing the salty fluids.

You sat there for a bit, waiting for Lucas to recollect himself before he finally looked down at you, a lazy smile on his face.

“Thank you for making me cum, noona.” He said teasingly, your eyes rolling in amusement.

“You’re welcome, Yukhei.” He cringed a bit, not used to you using that name with him.

There was a small silence before he looked at you once more with a raised eyebrow.

“This is the part where you say ‘Thank you’.” He joked, your bottom lip being sucked into your mouth as you tried to find the least embarrassing words for this moment.

“I actually didn’t…” You started, letting him figure out the rest on his own and his expression went from playful to confused to shocked and, finally, sad.

One thing Lucas prided himself on is his need to satisfy everyone before himself, so to learn he didn’t at least make you cum was devastating.

“I’m so sorry.”

“No! It’s my fault! I was about to, but I scratched you.” You laughed awkwardly, hoping your laughter would reach him but it didn’t, an obvious feeling of guilt still on his face.

“It’s fine, I promise.” You said, slowly standing as your eyes scanned the floor for your discarded panties, only for Lucas to grab your wrist, causing you to look at him.

“I have to, (Y/nickname). Just tell me anyway I can do it and I will.” He spoke pleadingly, his eyes wide like a puppies, a loud sigh leaving you at how easy you were to convince, especially with him.

You placed your legs on either side of him, your lower half straddling his as he stared up at you.

“Are you sure?”

“Yeah. Plus, you’re kinda still hard, and I don’t think you want to deal with that for the next few hours.” You said light-heartedly, finally managing to get a smile from him.

Lucas’ hands reached for your hips as yours held onto his shoulders, your eyes shut as you waited for some kind of pain. But there was no pain. As soon as he lowered your hips, the tip of his cock slipping through your folds and into your core, you felt nothing but satisfaction, your face burying in his shoulder as you whined. Lucas guided your hips to repeat the action, slowly rising and falling onto his member as he helped roll your hips forward, your mind and body soon catching on and doing so yourself, Lucas moaning at the feeling. He wish he hadn’t came so soon, his body sensitive and susceptible to overstimulation, your tight walls already bringing him back to the edge as he tried to hold back from fucking you himself.

You sat up and gasped, your hips lurching forward at the random sprout of pleasure. You rolled your hips forward again and moaned out at the feeling, resting your hands behind you on Lucas’ knees as you continued to roll your hips against him, his hands gripping your waist as he lifted his own, thrusting upward as you moaned at the simple but electrifying sensation. You ignored his hand leaving your waist as you moved faster, letting your moans turn to screams as you felt the same feeling as before, your pussy clenching around him just as he placed his thumb on your clit, rubbing at the fragile nerves as to bring you just as close as he was.

“Lucas! Don’t stop!” You cried out, nails seeping into his exposed skin as your stomach began to twist into knots, the sounds of his cock slipping in and out of you with ease as your skin collided filling the room.

You gasped as he brought his hand back to your waist, pulling you up so that your chest were pressed together, his hips slamming into yours at an inhuman speed, his moans growing louder to match your own as he felt the pressure of his orgasm coming, trying hard to hold back as you sank your teeth into his clothed shoulder, hands moving back to his hair as you felt the contractions of your lower body increase, driving you crazy before an unfamiliar feeling hit you. Like you were at the peak of rollercoaster and it just dropped, a series of breathy cries leaving your mouth as your body convulsed against Lucas’, his thrust not slowing down even as he came, pushing himself further inside of you as he squeezed your hips, possibly leaving marks.

His hips finally came to a halt, your sweaty bodies holding one another as you tried to catch your breath, minds blank for the moment as you let exhaustion engulf you, your eyes shutting peacefully until you felt a tap on your lower back, humming in response.

“Now you can say it.” Lucas whispered, your eyes rolling beneath your eyelids.

“Thank you.”

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Banana Fish - AshEiji - Skipping Stones - Ch5

Title: Skipping Stones

Part: 4/?

Word Count: 2393

Description: A collection of oneshots filling in some scenes that probably didn't happen in between episodes/scenes, but that I like to think did because these boys need to talk to each other.

Edit: This fic is also available on A03 under the same name. I would post a direct link but Tumblr then doesn’t put the post in searches so..

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"How much do you trust me?"

Ash was sprawled over the sofa, his feet hanging off the end. Eiji was opposite him, his head buried in a battered, Japanese paperback. God knew where he found it. He frowned slightly at the question, then met Ash's gaze.

"I've trusted you with my life like three times now," he spoke slowly - as though he was scared of the truth.

“So you trust me?” Ash could feel the wolfish grin spreading over his face.

“What are you up to?” Eiji’s book snapped closed. His foot began to tap – it always tapped when he sat still. When had he started noticing things like that?

“Surprise,” Ash shrugged, trying to keep his face neutral. “I have a surprise for you, but I don’t know if you trust me enough for it.”

”Don’t be stupid. Of course I trust you.”

Ash wanted to replay that moment forever in his head. He wanted to forever see that little smile on Eiji’s face and forever hear those words.

But Eiji couldn’t know this – he was determined not to let Eiji know how completely he had fallen for him – so he just grinned and stood, rubbing his hands down his jeans.

“Come here, then,” he said.

Eiji stood, a half-smile of amusement still on his face as he looked at Ash. Like a parent indulging a child’s whim. He stood close to Ash, a little closer than usual, his hands hooking in and out of his pockets. There was an air of expectancy about him.

“Close your eyes.”

Eiji obeyed, his dark eyelashes fluttering slightly. They cast tiny shadows onto his cheeks. His lips were slightly apart, and Ash found it hard to drag his gaze from them. He could kiss him right now and it would seem natural. A part of him suspected that was what Eiji wanted.

But he didn’t. He pulled a scrap of fabric from his pocket instead – he had put it in there this morning and spent the whole time waiting for the right moment to ask. It was maybe from an old t-shirt, or an old jacket – he had just found it at the bottom of his drawer and it was good enough.

Ash stepped around Eiji, slipping the fabric over the boy’s eyes carefully, aware every time his finger strayed onto Eiji’s skin. His face was warm.

He tied the blindfold as tightly as he dared.

“Is that okay?”

“It’s fine,” Eiji said. “Part of the surprise?”

“Naturally,” Ash stepped back around him, hesitating for a moment. Then he slipped his hand into Eiji’s, curling his fingers around his. Eiji squeezed back. “Follow me.”

“I’m at your mercy,” Eiji said. He curled his other hand into Ash’s jacket as they slipped out of the apartment. “Oh no - at the mercy of infamous crime boss Ash Lynx – whatever will I do?”

Ash rolled his eyes. “You’re an unbelievable dork.”

Eiji just laughed – that sunshine laugh from his belly that made Ash’s chest feel tight.

He had to tell him, he thought, as he led Eiji into the lift. There was hair caught under the blindfold, sticking out the bottom like feathers. He had to tell Eiji how he felt – how he thought he felt – he wasn’t so good at recognising his own emotions.

In L.A, he had resolved to do it. As their adventure together had been coming to an end, he had resolved to tell Eiji that he didn’t really want him to go back to Japan. That he wanted Eiji to go back to New York, with him, because he wasn’t quite ready to be apart from him. Because he liked him. He wanted to know him more – he wanted to love him.

Then Eiji had been kidnapped.

Part of him had screamed at him to tell Eiji in Golzine’s basement. In front of the gang – who cared – just a quick kiss before he got in the car. But he hadn’t been able to do it.

He should do it now, whilst Eiji’s shining eyes were hidden away. It would be easiest now, when he didn’t have to look at him and he didn’t have to see Eiji’s reaction.

Ash opened his mouth-

The elevator doors opened and a group of middle aged women stared at him. He led Eiji out, putting his best charming smile on his face.

Of course Eiji tripped over one of their shopping bags and turned around, still blind, apologising profusely. He was facing a potted plant. Ash pulled him away, unsure whether to groan in frustration or burst out laughing.

Eiji had that effect on him.

People gave them a lingering glance as they walked down the sidewalk. That counted as staring in this city – after all, Times Square was full of strange people every day – a blindfold was tame.

But Eiji had begun to giggle from the absurdity of the situation. It was infectious – it made Ash forget to look where he was going, and someone knocked his shoulder. He stumbled, which made Eiji stumble, which caused them both to start laughing all over again.

To give him credit, Eiji stayed calm, even when people began jostling against them. He just squeezed Ash’s hand until he looked back and realised how stretched out their arms were. He slowed down, letting Eiji catch up. He nudged him with his shoulder.

“You okay?” he asked.

Eiji nodded. “Is it far?”

Ash paused. He smiled. “It’s a surprise.”

“And I’m a dork?”

“The dorkiest.”

Eiji laughed, falling against him for a moment, slipping his arm into Ash’s so that they wouldn’t get separated. It seemed so easy. This was how couples behaved – Ash had seen them. It made him grin, he couldn’t stop grinning, at the idea of him and Eiji as a couple. It made him feel like he was full of bubbles. He was glad Eiji wouldn’t know.

Did he want Eiji to know?

A part of him did.

The closer they got to the new apartment, the more Ash looked over his shoulder. This wasn’t his territory, and it made him nervous. It made him slip oversized aviators on to his face and step in front of Eiji slightly. He was scrutinising everyone’s faces in case he recognised them.

Eiji noticed. Of course he did.

“Are you okay?”

“Mm. Why?”

“You’ve gone all stiff.”

“I’m fine – don’t worry about me,” Ash was staring at the suited man across the road, waiting for him to turn around. His fingers prickled for the gun in his waistband.

“I always worry about you, Ash.”

Eiji’s voice was soft – so soft that it made Ash stop and stare at him. Maybe this was the moment. Maybe he should just step forward now, kiss him and say that there wasn’t a moment that he didn’t worry about Eiji.

But then that dork had to open his mouth and ask “are we there yet?”

“Almost.”

It was true, the apartment was just around the corner. There was another elevator – a nicer one, with mirrors clear of graffiti and corners free of urine stains.

“Empire State Building,” Eiji said all of a sudden.

“What?”

“Are we going up the Empire State Building?”

“Sure,” Ash caught his own eye in the mirror and wiped the smirk off of his face.

“Really?”

“No.”

“But we are in an elevator, right?”

“Yeah.”

Eiji nodded.

The doors pinged. Ash felt oddly nervous as he lead Eiji down the corridor. He counted the numbers, played with them in his head, to take his mind off the inevitable door.

He paused, fishing the key out of his pocket. He stared at the door, feeling slightly foolish that he’d set all this up.

“Are we here now?” Eiji murmured.

“Yeah,” Ash sighed. “Just wondering whether or not to carry you over the threshold.”

He had the key in the door. Eiji’s fingers twitched in his. He kicked the door open, gaze flicking into every corner of the room automatically.

“I mean, if you really want to…” Eiji looked almost coy – it made Ash’s heart melt.

“No – I mean – just, get in,” he gave a tug on Eiji’s hand. Kicking the door shut behind them.

Eiji stayed there, his arms dutifully at his sides.

“Okay, here we go,” Ash said. He had no idea why he felt nervous about Eiji liking an apartment he knew was gorgeous, but not about being caught up in a shoot-out. After a moment, after a deep breath, he untied Eiji’s blindfold gently, letting it fall to the ground. He waited, unable to see Eiji’s reaction.

“Wow,” Eiji breathed out. He turned slowly, taking in the leather sofas, the pine wood floors – all the polished and perfect furniture that had come with the place. Ash’s favourite was the huge, white fridge. It stood like an angel in the corner of the kitchen. “So this is-?”

“Our new place,” Ash forced a smile – it settled on his face comfortably even though his heart was thumping irregularly.

“No.”

“Yes.”

“No!” Eiji was still saucer-eyed, taking a few tentative steps across the light wood flooring. “Ash – this must have cost a fortune!”

He shrugged – he didn’t want to reveal the truth, but he didn’t know why. He didn’t think Eiji would be particularly shocked by it. It was still better to change the subject – to make Eiji blush. “Anything for you, sweetie.”

But Eiji didn’t get flustered. He just smiled at Ash, his eyes crinkled at the edges. There was another one of those moments – a moment where Ash swore that Eiji was about to stride across the room and kiss him. Or maybe he just hoped Eiji would kiss him.

Then again, if he didn’t like Ash, not even a little bit, then why would he stay? He had stayed next to Ash when he could have gone back to Japan ages ago. He could go back now, if he wanted.

But he was here. Next to Ash.

Eiji was exploring the apartment, like a cat just released from a basket into a new house.

“Why are the blinds closed?” he asked, opening them before Ash could even reply. There was a long moment of silence, Ash’s heart continued beating that strange rhythm. “Oh.”

“The blinds need to stay closed,” Ash said, crossing his arms over his rogue heart. “It’s – a little dangerous.”

“This move was – to spy on Golzine?” Eiji asked. He was still at the window. The blinds still open.

“Mostly,” Ash admitted. “It was a factor. But we needed to change places anyway. It was getting too dangerous where we were.”

“Okay,” Eiji’s voice was quiet. He let the blinds fall back across the window. The sunlight made patterns across his coffee-coloured skin.

“Are you okay?” Ash took a couple of steps forward.

Eiji stayed quiet, his finger still on one of the blind slits, making it wave slightly.

“I’m fine,” Eiji muttered.

“Eiji.” He was right behind him now, the sun flashing into his eyes. “You’ll be safe here. They won’t think to look here.” Eiji was watching the street below intently. Ash hated how he couldn’t see him. “There’s a supermarket and a gym downstairs – we’ll barely have to leave the building.”

Ash took a breath – he took a leap – placing his hands tentatively on Eiji’s waist. Eiji placed his hands over Ash’s like he wasn’t even thinking – it gave Ash the push to rest his chin on Eiji’s shoulder, peering out the window.

“When you said you were stealing – you actually were, weren’t you? You were getting the money for this place.”

“Does that bother you?”

“I’m not sure yet.” Eiji’s dark eyes followed a man in a suit walking out the front door opposite them. “Who do you think that is?”

“I don’t know. Yet.”

“I’m – scared, Ash,” Eiji said. He leant into Ash’s hands. “I thought I was doing okay – I thought – up until now it’s all been stuff that I guessed was pretty scary. I mean, everyone’s going to get scared when they get kidnapped, right? But – this – this is normal life for you. This is my life now. Hiding from…it scares me.”

Ash didn’t have the words to explain. He used to feel that way – he used to be scared all the time – but now it was just like background noise. It was something he had grown into. It made him feel gross – inhuman. He couldn’t even comfort his friend about being scared.

“You can go back,” Ash said. “Go back to Japan, if you want, Eiji.”

“I can’t do that,” his hands tightened on Ash’s. “Of course I can’t do that.”

Ash was scared to ask. He licked his lips. “Why not?”

“I can’t leave you.”

The words sent a thrill through Ash. Without quite realising, he buried his face into Eiji’s neck. He had said it so simply – as though it was obvious. Of course he couldn’t leave Ash. The fact that it was that simple for him – that he cared enough about Ash to stay, he could barely understand. Gang members, sure. Eiji – who could go back to Japan and have a normal life – staying because he couldn’t leave Ash – unbelievable.

“I’m sorry,” Ash murmured. “I’m sorry for doing this.”

“It’s just the shock,” Eiji said. “It’s fine – it’s…fine. I – don’t know what I was expecting.”

“You shouldn’t be dragged into this.”

“I’ve not been dragged into anything. I’ve chosen to take every step along the way.”

“You’re unbelievable,” Ash whispered, his lips grazing Eiji’s neck. “How are you real?”

Eiji chuckled, tilting his head to rest on Ash’s. His fingers locked into Ash’s. “I told you, I’m your good luck charm.”

Ash closed his eyes, breathing in. He was so close that his stomach was pressed against Eiji’s back.

Now. Now was the moment. It was just right – he wouldn’t even have to look Eiji in the eye. He could just say it and leave it.

But he couldn’t. The guilt was swelling up inside him like a balloon, choking him from the outside. He didn’t deserve this. He didn’t deserve to be cared about. He didn’t deserve Eiji. Eiji, who he had dragged into his hell of a world.

So, he shut up, and held Eiji, the sun bearing down on his neck.

He let himself have that one, selfish moment.

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#SamLives - Pt.3

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[This story has been edited and reposted on the official #SamLives Tumblr. The new post of Chapter 3 can be found here.]

(The main difference between this version and the updated version is the scene in the kitchen. Instead of Signe being there, PJ is still hanging out instead.)

“Jack, you need sleep.”

Day Nine of the #SamLives debacle.

Jack would be lying if he said he’d been sleeping fine, that he hadn’t been worried. The stress of the situation was beginning to take its toll, and it hadn’t been made any better by the GameTheory video that had come out the day before. Matt had good intentions, Jack knew, but...it hadn’t exactly worked the way he assumed the other YouTuber had been hoping.

“Game Theory: Does #SamLive? THE SCIENTIFIC PROOF!”

MatPat was one of the few YouTubers who had, accidentally, learned of Sam’s existence. It was at that Rachel Ray event, the one where he and Matt had been on the same Taco-Making Team™. Sam hadn’t been feeling well so Jack had brought him along for the day, keeping the little eyeball in his hoodie and out of sight, close to him in case Sam needed him. But in the midst of the chaos of the competition, Jack had been jostled by Matt, had tripped and landed on his arse. Matt had immediately apologized and laughed it off...but when he’d reached down to help Jack stand up, Sam had peaked out from where he’d been hiding in Jack’s hood. Matt had frozen, a stunned look on his face, and in an instant Jack knew that he had seen. That he knew. For a moment the pair had been frozen in a stare-off, neither sure what to do. Then Jack had shaken his head quickly and put a finger to his lips. No. Please. Quiet. Don’t say anything...

...and Matt had nodded. He’d helped Jack to his feet and not commented on it at all. Tom (their third teammate) had missed the entire exchange, cracking some joke about “Laying down on the job”. Later, in a bathroom down a back hallway, Jack had explained everything to Matt...and Matt had sworn he wouldn’t tell a soul.

So when #SamLived had taken the YouTube scene by storm faster than Scott Cawthon turned out FNaF games, and when Jack saw that GameTheory had made a video about it....he knew what Matt was trying to do. The video wasn’t proving that Sam was real. The video was to try and counter-prove the theories saying he was and to point out all the reasons why Sam couldn’t possibly exist. Which would have been fine, except that it meant all of the fans over on the GameTheory channel who hadn’t heard about the #SamLives chaos would now be in the know.

“...ack? Jack!”

“Hm...?” Jack dragged himself from his thoughts and blinked, shaking himself mentally. “Sorry Peej, I missed that.”

PJ was watching him from the office chair next to his with a frown on his face. He nudged the Irishman’s leg with his foot.

“Man, you were totally out of it for a bit there. I was just saying you should get some sleep.”

“I’m tryin’, PJ, I swear I am,” Jack smiled weakly. “I’ve just been stressed. I’ll be fine in a few days.”

"Are you still up for recording a game today? We can wait until next week if you’re not feeling up to it.”

“Nah, I’ll be fine,” Jack pulled on a brighter smile. Good ol’ PJ. He was a decent guy and an even better friend. But Jack shook his head, running a hand through his hair to fix it. “Don’t worry about me. One video isn’t gonna be the death of me! I’ll take a nap when we’re done, alright?”

PJ held up both hands in surrender, returning the Irishman’s infectious grin.

“Whatever you say! But you had better be serious about that nap. You look like you need it.”

Jack scoffed and laughed, his next words dripping with sarcasm.

“Oh, thaaaanks, thanks for the compliment. I reeaaally needed that self-esteem boost. You’re too kind.”

“No problem!” PJ grinned cheekily back at him.

The two fell into laughter, and once they had started into the Nintendo Switch game they’d planned on recording, most of Jack’s worries fell away for the time being.

That’s not to say they didn’t come back. Jack kept his promise to PJ. He took a nap, crashing onto his couch with all the grace of a baby giraffe. Signe - knowing he needed the rest - only pressed a kiss to his cheek before leaving him to his devices. But his sleep was a restless one, leaving him feeling only a fraction better when he woke up later to his phone ringing on the coffee table beside him.

With his face still buried in the stiff couch pillows, Jack reached out out blindly, his hand skittering across the table’s surface like a drunk spider, landing on the remote, a game controller, and yesterday’s mail before finally coming into contact with his phone. He answered it without looking, face still half-mushed in the pillow.

“Mph?”

“...Jack?”

“Wassup?”

“Did I wake you up?”

The humorous tone on the other end of the phone was vaguely familiar, and it took him a moment to make the connection in his barely-woken-up state.

“...you’ve reached Jacksepticeye’s mouth. His brain isn’t here right now, but if ye call back again in a few minutes it might’ve come back around by then. Either that, or his mouth will have left too.”

“The infamous screaming Irishman of YouTube, missing his mouth? The horror!”

“Oh, shuddup Mark,” Jack chuckled. He dragged himself into a semi-upright position, slouching on the couch. “What’s up?”

“What are you doing asleep at six in the evening?”

“I took a nap.” Jack yawned and scratched at the scruff along his jaw. “Is there a reason fer this call or didja just miss hearin’ my voice?”

“Can ‘both’ be an answer?” Jack could hear Mark’s grin from the other end of the line.

“Heh, I s’ppose,” he chuckled a little. “But really, what’s up?”

“I...eh. Saw the video that GameTheory posted. He really jumped on the bandwagon quickly, didn’t he?”

“Is this about Sam again?” Jack didn’t mean for it to come out as annoyed as it did, honestly. He really didn’t. But it sounded that way anyway and he winced at his own words. Signe stuck her head out from the doorway to the kitchen, an eyebrow raised in question. Jack waved her off with a soft smile.

“I...” Mark faltered. Seemed like he’d hit the nail right on the head. “...well, yeah, but I’ve got a reason for bringing it up, I swear.” The American was quick to defend himself, and Jack couldn’t help but wonder if Mark thought he’d hang up because of the subject matter. He sighed and sat up a little straighter.

“Oh yeah?” Jack asked, trying to sound more friendly. “And what reason might that be?”

“Well see...the thing is...” Mark trailed off. Jack could hear sounds in the background, movement. Like Mark was moving around the house. Was he pacing? “...I mean...w-well, it’s kinda...weird. I mean not bad weird, or freaky weird - okay it might be a little freaky to some people but–”

“If this is about your third nipple I already know,” Jack snickered, trying to lessen the tension with a joke. But it didn’t seem to help because Mark let out a frustrated groan on the other end of the line.

“No! No, it’s...” More silence. “Okay, it’s kind of about Sam, but kinda not.”

“Okay...?” Jack stood up from the couch, shuffling to the kitchen as Mark struggled to find the words he wanted to say. Coffee. He needed coffee for this.

“OH!” Mark shouted suddenly, as if he’d had an epiphany. “OH! Oh oh oh! Okay! So! In Bendy and the Ink Machine, Joey Drew has that...that one tape recording, where he’s talking about belief. About how it can do amazing, impossible things, and how you could even cheat death or something–”

“Mark, what in th’ blue blazes does this have ta do with my imaginary friend?”

“I’m getting there, I promise.”

Jack rolled his eyes and started the coffee machine, leaning back against the counter with one hand tucked in his pocket. Signe was seated at the kitchen table with a book, and she was still giving him puzzled looks that made her curiosity about his phone call clear. Jack covered the mouthpiece and lowered his voice.

"It's Mark," he murmured. "Keeps asking about Sam."

"You gonna tell him the truth?" Signe asked.

Her hands were cupped around a warm mug of tea, and she held it up near her face to let the steam warm her while she waited for a response. Jack didn't respond right away...but before he could even figure out an answer, his phone buzzed against his ear, a notification pinging in the background. So he pulled the mobile away from his face and put the call on speaker, minimizing the app so he could check whatever had just gone off. All he offered Signe was a half-shrug as his response to her question.

“Belief. I’m talking about belief,” Mark continued. Jack opened Twitter, still listening. “I never really thought about it before I played Bendy, but afterwards...it just made sense! And then you posted that video with Sam and I remembered that quote from the game...”

Jack swiped over to his messages, and saw one from somebody he was fairly certain he wasn’t friends with. Weird...he tapped it. It took a long time for the message to load, and once it did, the app closed itself out. Jack scrunched up his nose. Well then. It was gonna be one of those days then, huh? The rustle of static came over the speaker for a moment and Jack frowned, struggling to understand Mark’s words.

“If y...ave...nough of it you ca...”

“Mark? Mark, you’re cuttin’ out, man–”

Jack tugged his other hand free from his pocket and tapped the screen - and he gasped sharply when a static shock jolted through his finger. He shook his hand roughly through the air and winced, cursing under his breath. What the hell...? Then whatever weak connection he’d had with Mark’s call was gone, the call dropping and ending abruptly. Jack...blinked. And stared at his phone.

"You alright?" Signe looked up from her book again to frown at her boyfriend, who tugged on a soft smile. He shrugged and tucked his phone in his pocket. Ah, well...Mark must’ve had bad reception.

"I'm fine, Wiish," he crossed the kitchen to plant a kiss on the top of her head, squeezing one of her shoulders gently. "Just a little static shock. Surprised me more 'n anything. But don't worry about me! I'm a big, strong boy! I can handle anything!"

Jack's tone turned humorous and his antics drew a giggle from Signe, her eyes brightening and her lips curling up at the corners in a brilliant smile.

"Sure you can," she teased, poking at his side and making him scamper away. "A big, strong boy who's scared of being tickled."

"Hey! I'm not scared of it!" Jack protested as he continued making his coffee. He pretended to look highly affronted by the accusation. "I jus' don't like it! Can ye blame me?!"

Signe just stuck her tongue out in response then returned to her book, a soft smile still gracing her features.

Jack finished his coffee and moved on with his day, his focus turning to recording and uploading the day's videos…though somehow Mark’s little ramblings about “belief” lingered with him, hovering in the back of his mind.

What had he meant by that…?

[A/N] This part/chapter ended up being longer than the previous two...oops lol. Got a little carried away. I don’t have a real plan for this, but I have a feeew ideas about where it might go. This could get interesting... :3c

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Hi sweetie I have one more ask.. Could you do another one with Genma with a shy reader that's not a ninja that's turning 21 maybe the reader knows one of ninjas from the leaf and they decide to ask their fellow shinobi friends to help celebrate reader Birthday but it's the readers first time meeting everyone else?

So after the disaster that involved me permanently deleting my 1st draft of this story on accident (*sobs*), I wrote this all yesterday, edited it today and now I’m posting it way earlier than I thought! I was going to wait until December since that’s your b-day month, but I didn’t want to keep you waiting! And you’ll notice I made this a prequel to one of your other requests! I hope you like it! 

The Best Birthday Gifts Are A Surprise (aka how many names can I make up for Genma before it’s not funny anymore?) 

Words: 2.542 Pairings: Genma x Reader Also on AO3 Prequel to TheBest First Date Ever - Considering It’s Flu Season (Tumblr) (AO3)

If there was ever atime when you wished to disappear, it was now.

Kurenai,one of your friends, had spent all day with you for your 21stbirthday. She picked you up at your apartment early in the morning(too early for you, but you managed to get enough caffeine in youbefore she arrived so you didn’t look toodead), took you out to breakfast, and then walked you through thevillage to do some window shopping. A little before noon, Kurenaiexcused herself to run into a shop to “pick up a few items” sheneeded. You waited outside for a while before she reappeared with tworather high-end shopping bags on her arms and a happy smile on herface.

“Do you want toget lunch?” she suggested.

“Sure! Where didyou have in mind?”

Kurenai guided youdown the street, the bags swinging on her arms as she took the lead.“There’s a nice little place just up here. I think you’d reallylike it.” Kurenai walked you towards a small building and steeredyou into a casual-looking cafe. The walls were full of large, clearwindows without curtains or blinds, letting in the afternoon sun; thecafe was filled with sleek wooden tables and bright yellowupholstered chairs. It was surprisingly busy and there was already alarge group of people in the cafe, sitting at a row of tables in themiddle of the room that they had pushed together. The tables werelittered with cups and sake bottles, but no food. You tried to edgeaway from the loud group and towards a window seat but Kurenai seemedoddly drawn to the people and she grabbed your shoulder, smiling assweetly as ever.

“Where are yougoing?” she asked.

“O-Over here? Ithought we could sit … uhm, no?”

Kurenai shook herhead and pushed you forward towards the large group. “I think weshould sit over here.”

“But why?”

A few of the peopleat the tables looked over and perked up, waving at Kurenai.

“Oh,”you said, voice thick with dread, “you knowthem.”

“Yes, I do. And Ithink it’s about time I introduced them to you. Don’t you want tomeet my friends?”

“Not really … Imean, no offense!”

Kurenailaughed softly and nudged you forward. “This’ll be good for you.They all want to meet you. And I’m pretty sure there may be one ortwo you’d love tomeet.”

“Right …”

Kurenaistood before the tables and proudly announced your presence to thegroup. Then she went about introducing them all to you - handfuls ofdifferent names you barely had time to remember, one thrown at youright after the other. You realized they were all ninja, and it putyou on edge a little bit; you were the only non-shinobi in the cafeat the moment. Would you even have anything to talk about with them?You knew nothing about weapons or fighting or the politics of keepingthe village safe. Would they like you? Would you even be able tospeak to them? Therewere so many of them … and they were all total strangers. All theireyes on you, watching you, taking you in.

Suddenly in a chorusof a dozen voices, there was a loud cheer (some more enthusiasticthan others, you were pretty sure some only grunted) of, “Happybirthday!”

Yeah, you definitelywanted to disappear.

Turning to Kurenaiin horror, you muttered, “You planned this!”

“Ofcourse I did,” she said, still smiling as she guided you to yourseat between herself and the silver-haired ninja she called Kakashi.“It’s your 21st birthday and I wanted to do something special foryou. Now sit down! We’re going to order you lunch and then we canall get to know each other. I mean, youwill be getting to know them.”

With as muchbetrayal on your face as you could manage, you sat down reluctantlybetween the two ninja and folded your hands in your lap.

“So … what doyou like to do?”

You looked up to seea ninja with shoulder-length hair and a bandanna on his head staringat you. What was his name? Genna? Gamma? He chewed on a long needleand narrowed his eyes at you. Your face flushed red at the attentionand you stammered.

“Uh, th-things.”

“Things?”

“Uh-huh.”

“Okay. What kindof things?”

You shruggeduncomfortably and pressed into the back of the chair, wishing youcould escape. “Just … things.” Quickly you looked away, afraidof what kind of judgmental gaze he was giving you. Instead you metthe sparkling eyes of the ninja dressed in a green jumpsuit; youremembered his name - Gai. Not like you could ever forget someonelike him. He gave you the brightest smile you’d ever seen in yourlife and a big thumbs up.

“Happy birthday!”he bellowed, but his cry didn’t bring any attention which surprisedyou. He must’ve done stuff like that quite often. “I hope youhave a truly joyous and youthful day! You deserve only the best! Weappreciate you spending this most special time with us! You have awonderful friend in Kurenai!”

“Yeah …” youmuttered, momentarily reconsidering your friendship with thekunoichi.

“How’d you meetKurenai?”

Youturned back to see the same needle-chewing ninja as before, staringat you intently. He leaned his elbows on the table and folded hishands together. Drat, what washis name? Gebbo. Ginkgo.

“Oh! Uh …w-well, I actually hold private dance sessions. She asked if I’d doa few lessons with her students to teach them different moves andstretches that could help them with their, er, ninja training. Youknow, m-many athletes take dance classes!”

“Is that so?”

“Y-Yes.”

He nodded as ifthinking it over and rolled the needle to the other side of hismouth. “So you dance? You any good?”

“I-I think I’mfair. I … make a living teaching other people how to do it. So …yes?”

He nodded again.“Okay, so you dance. That’s something you like to do. Right?We’re making progress. What else do you like to do?”

You looked toKurenai like a child seeking its mother for help but she was busytalking with Asuma - the only other person who you knew at thisparty. Admitting to yourself that you weren’t going to get anyhelp, you turned back to Grab Bag or whatever his name was and rackedyour mind for what you liked to do. “I … like movies.”

“Yeah? Whatmovies?”

Crap. “Uhm … youknow, like … the ones they show in the movie theater here.”

“Huh. Descriptive.Do you read?”

“Mhm.”

He pointed beyondyou, “You read that?”

You looked over toKakashi who was holding a bright orange book and seemed unperturbedat being a reference point. You tried to glance over his arm at thecontent but he seemed to sense you and shifted away. “I … don’tthink so.”

A waiter appearedand you realized you hadn’t even given the slightest glance to themenu. Scrambling to look it over, you frantically tried to choosesomething inexpensive and easy to make.

“It’s yourbirthday,” Kurenai said gently, touching your shoulder, “don’tworry about it, okay? I’m paying for you.”

“You can’t -”

“I can and I willand I’m going to. Just choose what you want. You only turn 21 once.You should enjoy it.”

Through your guilt,you decided on a menu item and ordered alongside the other ninja atyour table. The conversation shifted among the small groups aroundyou, but Goku (Gazebo? Godzilla?) continued to try to get answers outof you. How long have you taught dance? Did you like this cafe? Howoften do you hang out with Kurenai? Do you know any other ninja? Thequestions weren’t too invasive but they came at such a rapid speedyou were having a hard time processing what was happening, but youmanaged to reply nearly as quickly - though you couldn’t quiterecall what you’d said. It was almost like he was trying to sizeyou up to see if you were a suitable addition to their friend group.

Halfway throughlunch, a ninja with a burned face - you remembered him to be Raidou -turned to the ninja with the bandanna and said, “Are you up fortraining later, Genma?”

Youslammed your hand down and shouted, “Genma!” Thatwas his name.

Five people turnedto look at you, including Genma. He quirked one eyebrow and rolledthe needle over his tongue.

“Yeah? What do youneed?”

Was it possible tohave this much blood rushing to your face? You shrunk away and lookedat your plate. “N-Nothing! S-Sorry, I just wanted to say I - I alsolike … music.”

A playful smirkcrossed his face and he looked at Raidou. “Yeah, that’d be fine.”

Feeling foolish, youstuck your fork into your food and mashed it until it wasunrecognizable. Lunch ended, most of the people paid and left with afew parting words of “happy birthday” or “happy 21st” andscattered into the village. Soon it was just you, Raidou, Genma,Kurenai, and Asuma. The atmosphere of the cafe seemed to changeimmediately and Kurenai stood, placing the two bags on the table.

“Here you go,”she said.

“What’s this?”

“It’s yourbirthday present, of course. You didn’t really think I wouldn’tget you one, did you?”

Stuttering out athanks once you realized it was useless to refuse it, you tried tobow but hit your elbow on the table and the dishes clattered againstthe wooden top. Genma and Asuma laughed not unkindly and you coveredyour face in shame. At least you hadn’t faceplanted into yourplate.

“Asuma and I aregoing now. Will you be alright …?” Kurenai’s eyes shifted tothe two men sitting across from you and a knowing look settled on herface.

“I think so …thank you, really! For breakfast and - and lunch … and my gifts! Ireally don’t deserve so much kindness!”

“Youdo,” Asuma said quickly, “and now if youwould be so kind, we have our own date.” He ushered Kurenai out ofthe cafe, leaving you alone with Genma and Raidou.

Raidou cleared histhroat and stood from the table. “I should be going too. I’llmeet you at the training grounds?”

“Mhm,” Genmareplied.

Raidou gave you aquick nod and a soft “happy birthday” before leaving as well. Youclutched your gift bags to your chest and rose suddenly, bumping intothe table again.

“Well I better begoi -”

“Why are you insuch a hurry?” Genma reclined in the chair, arms behind his head,smirk on his lips. “Do you not like me?”

“H-Huh? N-No -”

“No?”

“I mean - no, I …I … d-do?” You weren’t really sure what you were saying anymoreand you weren’t sure if it mattered.

Genma sprang forwardand jumped to his feet, nodding towards the door. “You want to go?”

“Are … Are you …telling me to leave?”

“No, I mean didyou want to take a walk with me?”

“Aren’t youmeeting your friend?”

Genma chewed on theneedle some more and shook his head, walking around the table. “I’llmeet up with him in a bit. But I want to talk to you first.”

“Why?”

“Jeez, you’redifficult aren’t you?”

“I - I don’tmean to be! I’m sorry!”

Genma eyed you for abit and when you decided to look away he pulled the needle out of hismouth and said, “How about dinner?”

“What?” youmumbled, unsure if you heard him clearly.

“Dinner? You andme?”

“R-Right now …?We just had lunch.”

“No - what? Notnow.”

“Later? Today?That’s n-nice of you but I don’t think I can accept anything morefor my birthday.”

Genma’seyebrows pulled together and he stared at you with a serious look ofconfusion. “Not today.”He took a deep breath and said slowly, “I want to take you out todinner - like, a date. How about in two weeks? I’m pretty busyuntil then.”

Youreyes widened in shock and you stared at him in silence, hands shakingand bags trembling against your chest. Was this really happening? Youhad barely said three words to the guy (okay, more than that butrepeating “Mhm” and “Yeah” didn’t really count), and now hewas asking you out? This didn’t seem right. What was his deal? Youweren’t even a ninja, so why would he bother? It’s not like you’dengaged in a rousing conversation during lunch; you merely spat outsingle-word answers to his version of 20 Questions. HadKurenai set this up? You made amental note to passive-aggressively get back at her for this.

Genma must have readthe confusion and apprehension on your face because he quickly said,“You know, you’re really cute when you act shy. And I figured ifI didn’t ask you out, we’d never get anywhere.”

You? Cute? Were youhearing things? The cafe suddenly felt warmer than a sauna and youwere sure you looked like a tomato. You forced yourself to speak, aspainful as it was.

“Y-You want to goon - on a date? With - with me?”

“Yeah. Is thatalright?”

You nodded, movingto cover your face with your hands but hitting yourself in the chinwith your bags instead. “Ow! Uh … y-yeah, that’s f-fine! I mean… it - it’s great.”

“Good. How aboutthis curry shop outside of the village? It’s kind of small andpretty far removed, so there shouldn’t be a lot of people there.You … don’t strike me as the social type.”

You would have beenembarrassed if it wasn’t so true. You bit your lip and slowlylowered your arms to your sides. “That … That sounds w-wonderful.I … I’d r-really l-lo-love to … to do that.”

“Alright.” Genmapopped the needle back into his mouth and smiled. “Two weeks fromtoday. Meet me at the village gates and we’ll walk together to theshop. Does that work?”

“Mhm.”

Genma huffed throughhis nose in a sort of laugh, “It’s a date then. I’ll see you intwo weeks.”

Totallyflabbergasted that you’d been able to make such plans with such acute guy with such few words, you merely nodded and watched him headtowards the cafe exit. When he reached the doors, he turned aroundand gave you another smile. “By the way - happy birthday.” Thenhe left the cafe and strolled down the street.

You collapsed backinto your chair and squeezed the bags in your hands. Had that reallyjust happened? You pinched yourself to make sure - yep, it had. Youcouldn’t believe it, but it was real.

Barelycontaining a squeal, you hurried out of the cafe and back to yourapartment. Your date wasn’t for another two weeks but you had toget home and scour your closet immediately.It’d take you at least fourteen days to decide on the perfectoutfit - and maybe go over a few imaginary conversations in yourhead. Maybe Kurenai making you meet all her friends wasn’t such abad thing after all.

Maybe,just maybe, when you saw her again, you’d thank her.  

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OATH ☆彡 Part I

    b a k u g o u  x  f e m ! r e a d e r  / /  f a n t a s y ! a u

a/n: this was originally posted on wattpad but i barely ever use that so here you go, tumblr. ALSO, this has not been edited since literally february so i’m sorry if it’s trash. ALSO ALSO - do you guys prefer a second-person POV over a third-person one? please let me know so i can keep it in mind as i write more of this series!!

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    ↳ in which the reader finds a mysterious creature in the woods.

  ~~~

         1  9   J  U  L  Y   1  5  7  .  .  .

     The sun rose slowly over the horizon, shining on every surface of the kingdom. It lit up the cobblestone paths and wooden single-floor houses. It gave life to the landscapes and soft hills. Even the grass glistened as the light reflected off of the morning dew. It served as a natural alarm clock for all species, including non-magical animals, as you could tell from the loud calls of the rooster that sounded every day near this time.

The people were up and about, preparing for yet another day of working, exchanging greetings with all the familiar faces. Among them shot a bullet, weaving through the crowd. A young woman, oddly dressed in robes much too thick for the current temperature. Who was in such a rush in the morning?

The town square was lined wall-to-wall in kiosks set up first-come first-served for the merchants every morning. The girl ran through the crowded marketplace, dodging customers and sellers advertising their wares, occasionally yelling out an “Excuse me!” or “Sorry!” after rushing past.

“What’re you up to today, (Y/N)?” called a rough voice to the sprinting figure. One person in town was able to recognize the girl despite her disguise, even if it is admittedly pretty lackluster. The young woman perked up upon hearing her name called and tugged her hood onto her shoulders. She skidded to a stop and sent a friendly wave to the orange-haired man.

“‘Morning, Mr. Maijima! I’m running an errand for the Court Apothecary. Collecting something-or-other in the woods just past the Lycen fields.”

The man grunted in response and said, “Tell your dad that the thing he asked for is finished.”

She hummed in thought for a moment. “Actually, I’ll just pick it up when I come back from this job later. Father is probably busy in the castle with all his knight training stuff.” All she got was a grunt and a nod before the man put on his helmet and disappeared into the forge. (Y/N) wasn’t bothered by his lack of response. This was very in-character for the town’s blacksmith and she’s long been used to his personality.

Before she was able to disappear back into her clothing, a pair of women noticed (Y/N) and bowed deeply. She smiled and waved her hand, signaling for the couple to raise their heads. “No, please relax. You needn’t bow to me.”

The woman shared a reluctant look before straightening up. (Y/N) felt uncomfortable being treated so formally by the villagers, at least when she’s in the village casually and not on royal business.

She didn’t really see herself as a princess anyway, since she wasn’t even in-line for the throne. That spot was reserved for her cousin.

She continued her marathon to the edge of the town to the forest. She paused on the bridge for a moment and waved to the people ferrying on the rowboats below her. (Y/N) loved watching the water in the canal. The canal connects everyone and everything in the kingdom together. The water, in general, always made her feel calm and happy. (Y/N) could watch and play in it for hours if she was allowed. She always dreamed of one day visiting the sea that she often hears about from travelers and in story books. She leaned over the rails of the bridge and saw herself staring back at her. (Y/N) giggled and flicked a pebble into the water, rippling and distorting her image.

She shook herself from the distraction and continued along the path to her destination. The faster she got this done, the earlier she could go home and do whatever she wanted. Hopefully. As long as her father didn’t send her out on another errand of his. (Y/N) absentmindedly strolled through the remaining rural parts of town, forgetting her earlier haste. She waved and send encouraging smiles and words to the farmers working the fields. She had no doubt that they had been doing so since long before she had even awoken in the morning.

The once tan and grey stoned path beneath (Y/N)’s feet transitioned into a narrow dirt road. She saw the beginnings of the large bed of trees’ canopy and began her sprint anew.

The outskirts of the forest consisted mainly of willow trees, drooping leaves covering whatever was inside from the outsiders’ sight. Behind the natural curtain, though, streams of light peaked through the spaces in the trees, ethereally lighting up the forest. The falling specks of dust and leaves resembled fireflies, and the whole forest seemed to be teeming with otherworldly life.

Entering the giant wood, (Y/N) slowed down, panting slightly. She reached into the bag slung across her body and pulled out a roll of parchment. She unraveled it and scanned the items listed. They were all basic herbs such as Chamomile flowers and ginseng. The court apothecary needed them for remedies for common wounds the knights got. Since those injuries were definitely due to her father’s training, that was likely the reason she was lumped with the work of finding the ingredients, (Y/N) laughed. Though, it’s not like he’s the one doing the work himself.

After committing at least the first half of the list to memory, (Y/N) readjusted her large, white gloves and began sifting through patches of grass.

Having done this several times before and the royal tutor making her study the topic of medicinal herbs for hours on end, the job of finding and collecting the ingredients wasn’t overly time-consuming. Soon enough, (Y/N) amassed a fairly large pile of plants next to her, each one categorized and tied together with string.

How many bundles of basil did I need…? (Y/N) thought to herself.

She was snapped out of her inner questioning by an unexpected sound. It was somewhere between a shrill and a high-pitched whimper. (Y/N) whipped her head around to where it sounded like the noise originated. It seemed like it was just past that large tree to her right. There usually weren’t many animals that hung around so close to the kingdom’s border. She waited a moment, expecting the noise to repeat. It didn’t.

(Y/N) carefully placed the bundles of all the herbs she’d collected so far into her bag. She reached into her thick, olive cloak and fished out a small, intricately crafted dagger from a sheath strapped to her side. As the daughter of the head of the kingdom’s military, there was no way she would go into the unknown wood unarmed, even if she was a woman. Why else would she be suffering in so many layers of clothing in the summer heat? At least if whatever made the sound attacked her, she would greatly decrease her chances of getting injured.

(Y/N) carefully stepped closer to the tall oak tree, hand clutching the dagger in front of her in a defensive position. She heard the whimper again. Her eyes trailed to a section of brush at the foot of the arboreal plant and approached once more. She lowered her arms as she lowered her body to the ground, sitting on her left knee. (Y/N) placed her dagger back into its casing, believing anything that sounded that hurt couldn’t instead try to hurt her. She grasped a leaf stem and quickly pulled the bush apart, exposing the creature within it.

Said creature shrieked again when he felt the light hit him. He attempted to scramble to his feet and ducked under another leaf, but hissed as he put weight onto his back foot. All he could do was squirm on the ground, barely moving a centimeter a second.

The small animal was covered in light blue, almost white, scaly skin. It was just about the length of (Y/N)’s arm, not including it’s long, spiked tail. It’s sharp claws dug into the dirt as it tried to alleviate the pain coming from its hind leg. But the biggest part, or rather, the most attention grabbing part..

(Y/N) could only stare in shock. That can’t be what I think it is. Is that…

Is that a dragon?

 ~~~

I mean, sure, it’s not nearly as big as I’ve seen it depicted in paintings, but that has to be a dragon, right? (Y/N) internally panicked. It has wings! And scales! Oh God, what do I do?!

(Y/N) paused. It finally occurs to her that the young dragon had been hurt and frantically pulls out a roll of gauze from her ever-handy satchel. She reached out to the animal in an attempt to wrap their left leg, but the dragon hisses at her. There’s no way he would trust a stranger enough to let them touch him.

(Y/N) automatically retracted her hands from the creature. “Sorry!” she exclaimed instinctively.

The dragon continued to glare at what he assumed to be a threat and tried to back away from the larger human. In doing so, he once again aggravated his injury and shrieked. (Y/N) flinched at how pained the animal sounded.

“Um…” (Y/N) hoped that dragons could understand humans’ common tongue, otherwise she was about to sound really dumb talking to herself. “I promise I’m not trying to hurt you. I can wrap your leg so you can’t move it around as much since it’s clearly paining you…” She trailed off when the dragon approached the roll of wound dressing that laid on the floor and inspected it.

He attempted to circle and investigate the roll of gauze as much as he could without actually moving his lower body. After looking back-and-forth from it to the human in front of him, he decidedly nudges the roll closer to the girl. He follows it and steps closer.

(Y/N) internally freaked out. Does this mean it wants me to do something? What if I try to touch it and it gets defensive again?!

The girl took a deep breath and gently and slowly reached toward the animal. He didn’t move or flinch back like she had expected him to. She interpreted this as a sign to continue and she expertly unraveled the gauze to dress the bleeding cut on the dragon’s leg.

Upon the gossamer making contact with his open wound, the dragon let out a loud cry once again.

“I’m sorry,” (Y/N) apologized again. “It’ll only hurt for a second.”

She set the dragon’s fully wrapped leg back onto the ground and advised, “I know I said it’ll help with the pain earlier, but still try to avoid putting a lot of weight onto your hind leg.”

She really hoped that this dragon understood what she was saying.

The dragon stood up shakily. He curiously poked at the fabric covering his leg.

“Ah, please don’t do that! It might irritate your injury again!”

He looked up the human that helped him. He waddled forward and nuzzled his feathered head against her arm in thanks. (Y/N) stared in shock. Just minutes ago, this very animal was baring it’s sharp, predatory fangs and her, but now he’s snuggling up next to her like a tame house cat. She swore she even heard it purring - or, at least, the dragon equivalent to that noise.

(Y/N) looked up, suddenly realizing how long it had been since she first left the village to collect the herbs. She abruptly stood up, separating herself and her newfound friend. Said creature nudged her foot with his snout and looked at her with curious eyes, wondering where she was going. She reached down and ruffled the feathers on his head. “I’ve been gone for a while. I need to head back and give these herbs back to the doctor.”

She opened up her satchel to double check that she collected all the ingredients she was sent out for when the dragon jumped up and landed inside her bag.

“Huh? What are you doing, buddy?” (Y/N) questioned. Her only response was the dragon turning and using the bundles of herbs as a nest to rest in. She sighed.

Okay, I guess I’m bringing a tiny dragon back to the castle with me.

 ~~~

    ↳ PART TWO

[freedom-shamrock]

I’m Yours

Also on AO3 Directly follows “Deadly Sweet.”   This one did not come out as smoothly, so I'm hoping the edits made it better.

"Goodnight Maman, Papa," Marinette called as she headed toward her room.

"Going to visit Chat?" her mother asked, knowingly.

Once her parents got to know the superhero, the teasing had changed, rather than letting up, and she hadn't even told them about… whatever it was between them.  "I'm not sure," she replied, trying not to let any further hints by.  "I think he had something until after eight, so it depends on how tired he is."

"If he stops by, see if you can pin down a game night," her father asked.  "I dug out some of the old classic games we talked about last time, and I think he'd like them."

Marinette nodded.  "I'll ask him when I see him."

"Great," her father said.  "Gotta get to know the future son-in-law somehow."

"What!?"  Marinette froze on the fourth step, turning to stare.  

"Honey," her mother said, gently chastising.  "I told you she's not ready to hear that yet."  She patted his shoulder.

He smiled up at Marinette.  "Sorry Cupcake.  Just pretend I didn't say that."  He turned back to his wife, lowering his voice, but not quite enough.  "But we can talk about it, right?"

"You'd better believe it."  Her mother winked and they wandered toward their room, each with one arm around the other.

Letting out a little sigh, Marinette climbed the rest of the steps and closed her trap door.  If Chat was able to stop by, she didn't want them hearing and getting extra nosy.  Grabbing her sketch book and pencil, she went straight up to her balcony.  She loved her parents, really, but sometimes they were a bit much.  And while she knew she liked Chat, rather a lot, as it happened, she was still trying to figure out what that meant.

She was able to sketch out a few very rough ideas, things she was pretty sure could be enhanced into something better, but she wasn't really on her game tonight.  She closed the book and leaned against the railing, considering going to bed.

"Oh good, you're still up," Chat said, leaping from the roof across the street.

What was it about him that his very presence made everything better, brighter?  As soon as he'd touched down, she stepped in to hug him.  "You're so good at this," she murmured, resting her cheek against his chest.

"My friends say I'm clingy," he said, wrapping his arms around her.  "And then they qualify it by saying it's a good thing."

She giggled.  "Probably comes from your less than affectionate home life," she pointed out.  "Adrien's like that."

"Yeah?"  He kissed her forehead and she squeezed him a little tighter.  "I don't remember the last time my father hugged me."

"You sure I can't punch him?"  She leaned back and looked up at him.

Again, the suggestion made him chuckle.  "I don't think you want to do that."

"Sure I do," she insisted.

"I don't want you to go to jail."  He made an over-exaggerated frown.  "Pretty sure there are no balconies for me to visit you on."

She stepped back.  "Are you saying you only like me for my aesthetically pleasing and stereotypically romantic architecture?"

His lips twitched as he struggled to hold back his laughter.  He started to shake his head, then switched to a nod.  "Yes.  That's it exactly.  It has nothing to do with how amazing you are as a person."

"I knew it," she muttered, crossing her arms and turning her back on him, but not bothering to school away her grin.

"I don't actually think you're crazy talented, or sweet, or kind."  He sighed.  "And I'm sorry to admit that I'm not nearly as attracted to you as I'd implied."

She raised her hand to rest the back against her forehead while she half-swooned.  "You've just been using me for my pain au chocolate and my balcony," she wailed quietly, because she really didn't want the neighbors or her parents hearing them.  "Oh, my heart,  It has been rent in two, you knave."  She turned and pointed at him.

His laughter escaped then, shaking his whole body as he reached for her.  "Oh my god, you're hilarious."  He pulled her to him and nearly fumbled his landing on her lounger.  "You know, this is why I started coming over."  He nudged her a bit until she was sitting across his lap.

"Because I make you laugh?"  She didn't think their earlier visits were that funny.

He shook his head.  "No.  You make me happy."  His claws nudged her loose hair out of her face.  "It helps me forget the parts of my day that aren't so fun."

"My parents want to adopt you," she blurted.  Oh god.  She hadn't meant to say that.

"I'm a bit too old to be adopted, Princess."  He brought her hand up to his lips.  "But this cat could consider being rehomed."

Did he not realize what it did to her when he said things like that, half-serious, half-teasing?  "To be fair they weren't really thinking of literal adoption."

He went still and looked at her, but she wouldn't meet his eyes.  "Okay.  There's a story there.  You going to tell me what it is, or bring it out some time later for a reaction?"

She took a deep breath.  "Papa called you his future son-in-law tonight," she said quickly, surprised she didn't trip over the words.   "And he wants to have an old school video gaming session to bond with you."

He stared at her, his green cat eyes wide, and his leather tail flicking out before wrapping around her ankle.  "Uhm.  I know they were teasing and all," he finally whispered.  "But they were right about us liking each other, so they kind of have a record for seeing things before we notice them."

"We're not even dating yet," she said.  Didn't you have to date for a while before you got engaged?

"We aren't?" he asked.  "Yet?"

Nervously gnawing on her lip, she reached down to mesh her fingers with his.  "We haven't had the conversation.  I mean, it feels like we're dating, uh… to me, but I think we have to actually talk about it first."

"Can I be your boyfriend?" he quickly asked.

She blinked a couple of times.  "Uh, yeah."  Alya required flowers and ceremony before she started calling Nino her boyfriend, but really, Marinette didn't need any of that.  "If I can be your girlfriend."

"Very yes."  He caught her chin on the first knuckle of his index finger, nudging her eyes up.  "Shouldn't we kiss now, or something?"

She tried to nod, but couldn't.  "Yeah.  I'd like that."

He leaned in and captured her lips with his.

Next in series > Purrfect Comfort

Marichat May, Day 17, Balcony Visits This is also a continuation of my Miraculous Acts of Kindness series proposed by @squirrellygirlart . @runningoutofink /Inkkerfuffle's Chasing the C/h/atwalk was one of the first ongoing stories I read and it is amazing (and it's complete, so you can go binge). Their Tumblr posts are delightfully diversely geeky and you can find their writing on AO3.

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The Birthday Forecast

It’s Dan’s birthday and, even if he’s not as excited as he should be, Phil’s forecast makes it much more interesting! Or the one where Phil kisses Dan 26 times on his birthday… A fairly long Phan oneshot! Enjoy!

* The Birthday Forecast *

-Pre-birthday…

Dan jumps as he hears Phil exclaim loudly, not quite swearing but close enough.

“Phil?” he calls even as he gets up to check if his flatmate is still alive.

Not finding Phil in the living room, he checks the gaming room and the kitchen, sighing when both of those are empty. His worry winning against his unwillingness to move, he walks to Phil’s bedroom - the least used room in the house.

Phil looks up as he walks in, smiling. He’s sitting cross-legged in the middle of the room, holding a tape dispenser and a plaster.

“I’m okay,” he says sheepishly.

Dan sighs, sits down opposite him and, without thinking, takes the plaster and wraps it around Phil’s finger before it can bleed again.

“What are you doing?” Dan asks.

Phil shrugs, “I was getting some cellotape.”

“Why-”

“I don’t remember anymore…” Phil frowns, “But it was something important.”

Dan rolls his eyes. “Has it been seven months since we filmed the face app video?”

Phil grins, “Nope. I’m not that old yet.”

“But you’re forgetful enough to be,” Dan jokes, taking the tape from Phil, “You’re banned from this.”

Phil pouts. “What if I need it again?”

“Come and ask me, you klutz.”

Phil folds his arms as Dan gets up and goes back to the living room, flopping onto the sofa and logging into tumblr. There’s a few thuds as Phil finishes whatever he was doing before sliding onto the sofa beside Dan.

“Are you excited?” Phil asks, his eyes shining as he leans on Dan’s shoulder.

Dan only shrugs, scrolling past a bunch of similar edits that Phil laughs at, “I told you that picture would become a meme.”

“I know, I know…” Dan admits, half-regretting it. The other half of him appreciates the speedy effort their fans put into edits.

“Dan, you okay?” Phil asks as he stops scrolling.

Said man shakes his head, “Phil, I’m going to be twenty six.”

“Congratulations.”

Dan smiles but a frown quickly overtakes his expression again. “Twenty six.”

“What’s the problem?” Phil asks softly.

“I don’t know. It’s just so different than what I’d imagined myself doing at this age.”

Phil smiles. “Well, I’d imagined myself as a weatherman so…”

Dan chuckles, “I was going to be a lawyer.”

He’s about to sigh heavily when Phil looks up and gently whacks their heads together, “Well, guess what?”

“What?” He asks, frowning.

“You’re the birthday boy.” Phil grins.

Dan raises an eyebrow, “And?”

Phil groans, nudging Dan, “Come on, aren’t you excited?”

He was. He was excited to be only four years younger than Phil again. He was excited to think he’d had a best friend for eight years now. He was excited to be one year further in his life, over a quarter way to one hundred.

Dan shrugs. “I guess so.”

Phil looks like he knows what Dan’s thinking but just nods, “We’ll see tomorrow.”

Dan grins. “That’s only what, an hour away?”

“Oh come on, you’ll spend the next few hours on tumblr anyway,” Phil says.

Dan shrugs and Phil tilts sideways on the sofa so his head is on the armrest and his legs are draped across Dan.

Dan gives Phil a pointed look before rearranging the laptop on Phil’s legs as he flicks through the channels on TV. Phil ends up watching whichever Disney movie is playing, staying still enough for Dan to scroll without interruption.

It’s only when Phil’s phone rings that he moves, Dan lifting the laptop so Phil can slide his legs off and check who texted.

Except he doesn’t go.

He just faces Dan and takes the laptop away from him, placing it on the table.

“What is it?” Dan asks.

Phil just smirks, leaning towards Dan with a sparkle in his eyes. In the time it takes Dan’s heart to skip a beat, Phil’s kissing him softly. It’s what Dan knows is a birthday kiss, full of warmth, sparks and love.

“The forecast shows lots of kisses today,” Phil murmurs as he pulls back. “Happy birthday, Daniel.”

Dan can’t help the wide grin that paints itself on his face, “Is it twelve already?”

Phil laughs, poking Dan’s nose. “I should hope so. I’d hate to have done that wrong.”

“Another take wouldn’t be so bad,” Dan breathes, still recovering.

Phil rolls his eyes, “Didn’t you listen to my weather forecast?”

Dan frowns, “Wait, what?”

Taking the laptop from the table, Phil shrugs. “Let’s see what people did for your birthday.”

Dan frowns, knowing that Phil doesn’t usually resort to tumblr but agreeing because it won’t do any harm. So the two of them scroll through his tag, smiling at all the artwork, edits, a list of things the phandom loves about Dan, graphic designs and all the kind messages people have posted as near to midnight as possible.

They lose track of time as they scroll and, in the end, Phil’s the one who shuts the laptop and pushes Dan into his room so he doesn’t wake up looking like a zombie the next morning.

Dan grumbles but the two of them share an embrace before he gets ready to sleep, Phil claiming that he has something important to do first. He’s not sure whether it’s because of how sleepy he is or how used to Phil’s antics he is but either way, he doesn’t question it.

-One…

“Dan!” Phil yells, his voice practically oozing excitement.

Dan groans, trying to burrow back into the duvet. He manages to do exactly that but Phil flops onto the bed beside him, fiddling with one of his curls. “Come on, get up, it’s your birthday!”

“It was my birthday earlier too,” Dan mutters but lets the duvet slide off his face anyway.

Phil takes this as a good sign. “And it will be for a while. Now hurry up and let’s have breakfast.”

“I don’t want to, it’s warm here.”

Phil sighs and puts his hands on Dan’s shoulders, initiating a staring contest of sorts. Dan raises an eyebrow, full of curiosity, but Phil shakes his head and says, “Close your eyes.”

“Phil, if you’re going to prank me-”

“I’m not! Trust me?”

And, because he’s still groggy, he does, shutting his eyes.

Only to literally yell a second later when Phil kisses each eyelid as softly as possible. He hears Phil chuckle before moving backwards and Dan sits up immediately, his eyes flying open.

“Are you more awake now?” Phil asks slyly.

Dan glares at him for about a millisecond before grinning so widely that even his dimples complain. But he’s definitely awake. And his birthday is off to an amazing start…

-Two…

Dan rolls his eyes, letting Phil pull him out of bed and into their kitchen. He’s almost shocked when he sees all the cupboard doors open, too used to them all being left unclosed in the old apartment.

But the biggest shock is seeing the plate of pancakes on the counter, covered in syrup and blueberries. He’d laugh at the cliché but his larynx can’t function… because… Phil made pancakes for him?

“Did you…?” he manages, blinking.

Phil nods, smiling. “Yeah, I’ve had lots of practice now.”

“Phil, you’re so cheesy!” he shakes his head, his sleepiness replaces by a smile.

The two of them grab forks and, between them, finish the pancakes far too quickly, Phil letting Dan have the extra blueberry. It’s a miracle that Phil managed to actually find blueberries at such short notice and he’s not about to let that go.

He jumps as Phil smiles and plants a small kiss on the corner of his mouth, leaving behind a touch of warmth.

Dan frowns but Phil shrugs innocently. “I just wanted to taste the blueberry.”

Dan sighs but doesn’t argue.

-Three…

After he’s changed out of his pyjamas, Dan walks back into their living room to find Phil holding out a small pile of gifts. His lips quirk upwards into a smile as he launches himself forward, throwing his arms around Phil, who doesn’t exactly fall but stumbles enough to drop a present.

“Dan!” Phil’s laughing too hard to sound annoyed so Dan pulls back and picks up the dropped gift.

“What, did you wrap this with your eyes closed?” Dan asks, but not unkindly, smiling at the gift.

Phil makes a face, folding his arms, “Excuse me, I cut my finger to get that right.”

“You…?” Dan pauses. “So that’s what you were doing with the tape yesterday!”

“Duh.” Phil nudges him. “Are you going to open it?”

“If I can get past all this tape…” Dan flops down onto the sofa, sinking into it.

Phil follows suit, biting his lip as Dan carefully unwraps the gifts. He looks worried when Dan gasps but his worries disappear when Dan turns to him with a grateful shine in his eyes.

“I love it,” Dan declares. “Thank you.”

Phil decides that the look on Dan’s face is worth an infinite amount of cuts from a tape dispenser. And, just because of the joyful look on his face, Phil gently kisses Dan’s cheek, smiling as he blushes.

-Four…

“I’ll open the others later,” Dan announces.

“Well, it’s your birthday.” Phil shrugs, taking the wrapping paper from Dan.

“Phil, don’t take that!” Dan complains, reaching to take it back.

Phil raises an eyebrow. “Take what?”

Dan groans as Phil gets up, waving the shiny material in the air. He groans again as Phil doesn’t immediately come back, pulling himself off the sofa and looking through the apartment just like he had the day before. And, just like the day before, he finds Phil in his bedroom, this time just having entered.

Dan grins and tackles Phil from behind, laughing as they both lose balance and topple forwards. Luckily, Phil’s left a pillow lying around so he falls on that instead of the floor. He twists under Dan and looks up at him with an exasperated look.

“You should be glad I didn’t land on the floor.”

“Yeah yeah, you’re not that old!” Dan rolls his eyes.

“And that stops my spine from breaking because…?”

Dan shakes his head, poking Phil’s stomach. “Shut up, you know you’re fine.”

Phil winks and lifts his head up enough to kiss Dan’s chin. “You’re such a sap.”

But it doesn’t matter because it’s his birthday so a little sappiness is greatly appreciated.

-Five…

Dan looks up abruptly and calls out, “Phil?”

“Uh huh?” is the response he gets.

“Want to get beaten in Mario Kart?” he asks, already grabbing the controllers.

Phil nods, “I’m up for the Mario Kart bit.”

“Oh, come on, I’ve got birthday luck.”

“Who was it insisting that they didn’t want to celebrate their birthday?”

Dan shrugs so Phil grabs one of the controllers and the two of them start their race, Dan shouting and trying to steer the driver with himself as well as the remote.

Just as Dan reaches the finish line, Phil passes him and takes first place, jumping in victory as he does. Dan’s groan echoes in the room as he bites the controller with regret in his eyes.

Phil smirks and snaps a photo, only partly because he wants to get back at Dan for calling him out because of the same thing. The other part of him just loves the different emotions Dan can get through in a short span of time.

“Want to lose again?” Phil offers.

“This is why I don’t like birthdays.”

Phil shrugs, “Some good things can come from losing.”

“Like what?” Dan asks sourly.

“Like this,” Phil says and kisses Dan again, properly.

And when he pulls away, Dan doesn’t look so upset about coming second anymore.

-Six…

“Have I tweeted anything yet?” Phil asks rhetorically as Dan looks up with a warning in his eyes.

“Phil?”

Phil shrugs, standing up to edit the photo before Dan can take the phone away from him.

“No, Phil!” Dan whines, going to follow him but tripping over his controller and falling against the sofa with a curse, “Oh, for-”

Phil pretends not to notice as he finally types out the message, tweeting it as quick as possible.

“Phil, don’t you dare!” Dan shouts, finally stumbling to Phil’s side.

“Too late.” Phil shows him the tweet.

“Phil!” Dan complains, letting his head fall back on frustration.

Phil smiles and kisses the side of Dan’s neck, stepping back to avoid Dan’s reflexive jump.

Dan glares but his fingers reach up to brush the spot Phil has kissed, a smile on his face once again.

-Seven…

“Oh, come on, it’s not like we’re going to Mount Everest.”

Dan shakes his head, “Do we have to?”

“It’s just dinner,” Phil reminds him, “and you promised.”

Phil gives him a stern look, folding his arms in front of his chest. Dan glares but can’t hold it for long, soon giving in and muttering something about angry puppy dog eyes.

“Oh, fine!” Dan concedes, “But only because it’s Bryony!”

Phil beams, his expression easily turning into his classic bright smile. Dan wants to roll his eyes but finds himself returning the gesture, fondly shaking his head at Phil’s excitement.

“Thanks Dan!”

“I should be thanking you, not the other way around…” Dan admits.

Phil shrugs, “It’s okay. Think of it as me paying you back for my birthday.”

Dan scoffs, “We both know your birthday lasted for like a fortnight.”

“Well, that’s hardly my fault. People kept cancelling on us.” Phil raises an eyebrow. “But if that’s not enough for you…”

Dan realises what Phil’s about to do just as he leans in and kisses Dan’s lower lip, both of them laughing as he does.

-Eight…

“Dan!” Phil yells just as Dan goes to plug his laptop in for charging.

“What?” he asks as he turns on the spot.

Phil pokes his head into the doorway, looking as thoughtful as Dan’s branding, and shakes his head. “Never mind.”

“Phil, what is it?” Dan asks, not quite worried but still concerned.

“It’s your birthday… in our new house.” Phil looks as if he hasn’t said everything he wants to.

Dan cocks his head in confusion, “So?”

“So this is the first time in five years that we’ve not been tripping over the coffee table to eat the cake.”

“We can trip over a table if that’s what you want?” Dan offers, still bemused.

Phil shakes his head. “No.”

“Then what?” Dan asks.

Phil’s eyes light up as he finally figures out what he wants to say, “We’re moving through life. And this is one more step.”

Dan smiles, catching on. It’s not entirely a shock when Phil kisses his cheek and smiles. “I’m glad I’m taking the step with you.”

-Nine…

Dan groans as he starts thinking, his mind going into an overwhelmingly fast spiral. He has to stop editing, flopping down onto the bed and shutting his eyes.

“Dan?” Phil calls, “Are you alright?”

Dan grunts in response, certain that it must sound muffled.

“Dan?” Phil calls again, “Danny!”

Dan almost smiles but then thinks of his place in the universe again and groans. Phil’s voice stops as the footsteps reach the entrance to his room and he hears a distinct sigh of relief, followed by a sympathetic noise.

“Dan?” Phil asks softly, kneeling on the bed next to him.

Dan hums and curls himself around the warmth known as Phil, his eyes still shut. He feels Phil’s fingers run through his hair soothingly and Phil starts humming something he hasn’t heard before. Slowly, he focuses on Phil’s voice, loudly exhaling once he can think clearly again.

“You alright?” Phil asks, rubbing his temples.

“Yeah… thanks,” Dan murmurs, smiling.

Phil leans down and plants a kiss on his hairline. “You’re welcome.”

-Ten…

“Oh f-”

“No swearing on your birthday!” Phil scolds, playfully glaring at Dan from his position on the sofa.

Dan lets his gaze drift to the ceiling for a full minute before he looks back to the broken plate and say, “But we just got this plate.”

“And we can get another one,” Phil says coolly.

Dan nods, putting the plate in a box before binning it with a regretful look. Phil looks up from his laptop when Dan doesn’t say anything more.

“Dan, come on, it’s just a plate.”

Dan shakes his head. “It was the one you liked.”

Phil chuckles but shrugs, walking into the kitchen as he says, “It’s okay, I like you better.”

Dan smiles happily as Phil kisses his hand and whispers, “I even like your butterfingers.”

-Eleven…

“Hey Phil?” Dan asks, poking said person.

“Ow, what is it?” Phil rubs his arm.

Dan bites his tongue for a second. “Where are we going for dinner?”

Phil thinks for a second before answering, “Not sure, I think it was that sushi place.”

“The one we went to for your birthday?”

Phil nods, editing the video he has open. Dan nods thoughtfully, “Will we do a repeat of last time?”

Phil blinks. “Which part?”

Dan winks.

Phil blushes. “I don’t know.”

Not letting it go, Dan elbows Phil as he continues, “Because, you know, we never did finish what we started…”

Phil tries his best to ignore Dan’s pokes, cutting out a clip of them crashing into one another.

His patience slowly deteriorating, he saves his progress and turn to Dan, using both hands to grab each side of his face. Without letting Dan catch his breath, he kisses Dan, hard and fast.

Dan whistles when they break apart, grinning.

-Twelve…

“Dan?” Phil’s voice rings through the entire house and Dan does a strange combination of rolling his eyes and wincing.

“What?”

He frowns when he doesn’t get a response, not sure whether or not to be worried. He inwardly groans as Phil stays silent, taking his phone with him as he looks for Phil another time. When every single room comes up empty, he’s genuinely concerned.

The buzz of his phone makes him shriek and he has to wait a few seconds before checking it: it’s a message from Phil.

-gotcha

His eyes widen but Phil’s arms are wrapped around him from behind, his laughter bright and playful.

Phil kisses his shoulder, “Happy birthday.”

“Don’t remind me,” Dan complains but the smile on his face suggests that he doesn’t mind that much.

-Thirteen…

Dan glances at the clock with a sigh that Phil notices immediately. Which he had to, considering that Dan’s lying with his head on Phil’s lap as Phil leans on the back of the sofa.

“What’s up, Daniel?”

Dan makes a face, “I don’t want to go anywhere.”

“I know.”

“Then why are we going?” Dan asks as he sends a red shell towards Yoshi.

Phil smiles down at him. “Because it’s your birthday.”

“So? Can’t a guy just stay alone for a bit?”

Phil hits Dan’s vehicle with a green shell as he replies, “I’m here anyway.”

“Yeah, well, I need you to photosynthesise.”

“You’re not a plant, Dan.”

Dan shrugs. “I’m a plant of the universe.”

Phil taps Dan’s forehead with his controller. “A plant that’s going to enjoy sushi.”

“Says who?” Dan asks.

“The table reservation?” Phil counters.

Dan hums dismissively. “Those get cancelled almost all the time.”

Phil kisses Dan’s forehead in the spot where he’d tapped it before. “Do I get cancelled?”

Dan’s little smile breaks out as he shakes his head. “Sushi place for dinner it is.”

-Fourteen…

“Phil, I did it, I rebranded!” Dan grins strangely as he looks to Phil.

“I know, your social medias say as much,” Phil jokes.

Dan shakes his head. “Yeah but now tumblr is tagging me as Daniel Howell.”

Phil chuckles, “That doesn’t make it official.”

Dan frowns. “Then what does?”

Phil pauses for a minute before twisting on the sofa so his knees are tucked under him and he’s staring at Dan.

“What makes it official,” he starts. “is you wanting it, debating on whether or not to do it and finally deciding to go ahead with it.”

Phil holds up a finger as Dan goes to say something and continues, “What makes it official is you pacing back and forth to try and see if it would be a good decision.”

Again, Dan tries to interrupt but Phil shakes his head. “What makes it official is you not changing, but showing who you really are.”

And with that, he kisses Dan’s forehead lightly.

Dan can’t argue with that.

-Fifteen…

“Are you hungry?” Phil asks.

Dan shrugs. “I’m down for food.”

Phil beams and hands Dan the sticker he was holding. “Wait here.”

Dan frowns as Phil jumps up and runs into his bedroom, wondering what food he has in there.

“Close your eyes!” Phil calls.

Dan laughs but does so, putting his hands over his eyes in case he’s tempted to open them. Which he is when he heads Phil stumble and mutter something about lights.

“Okay, you can open them now.”

Dan’s eyes widen impossibly as he blinks them open to see a cake.

A cake.

A proper chocolate cake covered in what look like little dogs made of icing. A cake that looks home-made, not just bought from the nearest shop. A cake that explains why Phil went to bed really late.

“Phil, you absolute twat.” Dan swallow as the looks up to see Phil holding a candle.

“You made a cake?” he asks in disbelief.

Phil folds his arms. “Of course.”

“But…”

“I know you wanted to keep it chill but everyone needs a birthday cake,” Phil explains.

Dan’s words fail him so he stands up and kisses Phil, causing them to fall against the wall. Phil smiles as they pull apart, pressing his lips to Dan’s in a smaller, softer gesture.

-Sixteen…

Once Dan’s found his voice again, he takes the lighter from Phil. “I still don’t trust you with this.”

He puts the lighter aside once the candle is ablaze, laughing as Phil starts singing. He waits until the song is over before he blows out the candle, closing his eyes.

“Make a wish,” Phil suggests.

He tries. He tries to think of something he wants but, imagining Phil waiting for him to open his eyes, he can’t think of anything he’d change about their life.

Dan shakes his head. “I don’t need to.”

He sees Phil’s confusion as he opens his eyes but shrugs. “I think we’re fine.”

And he means it. Going through life with Phil is all he’d wished for and he couldn’t be happier with the way it’s turned out.

Phil’s confusion lasts a few more seconds but then he catches on and chuckles, placing a kiss on Dan’s cheek. “So do I.”

-Seventeen…

Dan groans, “I can’t decide…”

“Decide what?”

“What do you think?”

Phil tilts his head as he comes up behind Dan. “The blossom one.”

Dan makes a face, “It’s still black.”

“And so is your soul, apparently.”

Dan chuckles, “Fair enough.”

But it’s only five minutes later when Dan’s back to staring at the mirror with a doubtful expression on his face. “I’m breaking fashion.”

“No, you’re wearing it,” Phil counters.

Dan lets his head flop back so it falls onto Phil’s shoulder. Phil puts on arm around Dan to steady them and laughs, “Dan, stop thinking so much.”

He doesn’t.

At least, not until Phil’s lips fleetingly press against his forehead. After that, he’s suddenly content that what he’s wearing is going perfectly fine.

-Eighteen…

Dan finds he doesn’t mind the journey there.

He doesn’t mind the traffic because it means he can leans against the warmth of Phil for longer and he doesn’t mind that the driver takes a long route as it means he can Phil get increasingly closer to each each other.

He doesn’t mind the weird radio station that’s playing because it gives them something to laugh about and he doesn’t mind that neither of them bought earphones because it means he can listen to Phil’s voice.

He doesn’t mind that they have an unfriendly driver because it gives them more time to talk with each other and he doesn’t mind that the two of them occasionally fall into a comfortable silence.

But the thing that he minds least is the unexpected kiss from Phil as they near the end of the drive.

-Nineteen…

When they see the trademark trees of the restaurant, Dan can’t help but smile at Phil.

He hadn’t even liked sushi that much at first but after years of eating it, he’d grown to like it. Which is why he can’t help grinning at the plate of sushi that’s placed between the four of them.

He doesn’t even care that Bryony takes a picture and puts it on her snapchat, half-relieved that neither he nor Phil have the app.

“That’s going to be everywhere in a few days,” Phil comments with a smile.

“It’s not the worst thing that’s gone round,” Dan says back, the two of them instantly making the same reminiscent facial expression.

Bryony frowns at them, asking what made them suddenly faze out. Of course, they don’t answer, carrying on with their meal and Phil making a joke to move the conversation along.

Later, when the other two are discussing something, Phil leans forwards and quickly kisses Dan’s cheek as he smirks. “Now stop cringing.”

-Twenty…

It’s Phil who suggests Dan should post a picture of himself on his birthday rather than letting people see what they’re doing through Bryony.

“With alcohol?” Dan laughs, leaning back a little.

Phil nods. “You look cute, stay there.”

Dan blushes and, thinking that nobody will let them hear the end of it if he turns into ‘heart eyes Howell’, closes his eyes as Phil takes the photo.

“Why didn’t you go into photography?” He chuckles as all four of them approve it.

“He kind of did, he went into media,” Bryony points out.

Dan rolls his eyes and says, “You’re meant to go with me here.”

The four of them end up discussing whatever comes up and taking a selfie together before Dan gets the chance to pull Phil aside for a second and whisper, “I’m glad you didn’t go into photography.”

“Why?”

“We wouldn’t be here now.”

Phil doesn’t reply, giving Dan a quick kiss instead, but Dan gets what he’s saying anyway.

-Twenty one…

Phil nudges Dan as they take turns fumbling with the key. “See, that wasn’t so bad.”

Dan hums, still buzzing a little from the alcohol, but doesn’t argue. The two of them make their way inside and, after spending far too long taking their shoes off, flop onto the sofa with identical sighs.

“We should go there more often,” Phil says.

“Agreed,” Dan mumbles as he stretches his legs out. “What do you say to watching a film?”

“You choose then, birthday boy.”

Dan’s face scrunches up as he shoves Phil. “Ugh, no, don’t say that.”

Phil just laughs, his hand going to cover his mouth and having to double over because of how strong hysteria is.

Dan tries to stop the smile that creeps onto his face, he really does, but it doesn’t work and the two of them are soon lost in laughter.

Phil recovers first, kissing Dan’s nose again. “I’ll pick one for us then.”

-Twenty two…

Dan isn’t crying. He really isn’t. Because the film definitely didn’t remind him of a certain person and no, he didn’t accidentally compare himself to the people on screen.

“Dan, you softie,” Phil accuses, carefully wiping the tears from Dan’s eyes.

Dan emits a sound similar to the hybrid of crying and laughing, shaking his head. “I’m fine.”

Phil just smiles, getting up and returning with a piece of cake. “Here. Cry into the cake.”

Dan’s hybrid noise suspiciously becomes more of a laugh as he takes the plate from Phil, sighing I’m satisfaction as the fluffiness sends his taste buds into euphoria.

“Phil, this is so good,” he almost moans.

Phil wipes the last of Dan’s emotional tears and kisses away the very last one with a proud grin. “Glad you think so”

-Twenty three…

“Dan, are you going to open your other presents?”

Dan hums, sliding the plate into the sink, “Sure.”

After laughing at Phil’s slightly-improved wrapping skills, he opens the other presents and literally dissolves into hysteria again.

“I can’t believe you bought this…” he gasps as he waves the fidget spinner in the air.

Phil shrugs, his smile only a little but guilty as he says, “I may have used your birthday as an excuse…”

Dan shakes his head, laughing at the metallic rainbow colour. “You’re impossible.”

“I couldn’t choose a colour.” Phil grins sheepishly.

“I love it, don’t worry, you spork.” Dan assures him.

Phil’s smile is so wide, it looks as if it’s painful. But he doesn’t stop smiling, even when he kisses Dan and murmurs, “I hope you’ll still love it when I keep stealing it.”

-Twenty four…

For no reason in particular, other than that it’s something he does every birthday, Dan plays the piano.

It’s not his best because he hasn’t practiced the piece much but he can feel himself slipping into the music, shutting his eyes as he plays each note louder than before. He lets himself fall into each beat, ignoring everything else around him as he focuses only on which note to press next.

He sighs as he leans back, almost falling off the stool as Phil claps. “That was perfect.”

Dan holds back his smile. “I messed up on the chords.”

“I didn’t say it was accurate-” he shrugs “-I said that it was perfect.”

And with that, Dan’s smile can’t be held back anymore. He’s dimly aware that his dimples have never been deeper but he couldn’t care less, breathing in Phil’s praise.

“It was perfect,” Phil repeats.

“You’re perfect.” Dan had meant it as a pointless retort but he finds that he truly believes it too.

Phil shrugs and kisses the top of Dan’s head. “Whatever you say, birthday boy.”

“Phil!” Dan laughs, jokily pushing Phil away.

-Twenty five…

Phil gives Dan a strange look as the latter coughs, completely out of the blue. Dan wants to laugh it off it but carries on coughing, the burning sensation in his throat only getting worse the longer he does.

He hears Phil call his name, he hears the delicate clinking of glass and he hears the sound of running water but he doesn’t really register what’s happening until a glass of water is being pushed to his mouth.

He sighs with relief as the cool liquid spills down his throat and coughs a few more times to recover.

“You okay?” Phil asks softly.

Dan nods. “Thanks.”

“Well, I’m not going to let you die on me.”

Phil’s reply is so solemn that Dan has to pause, looking up with concern. It’s not very often that Phil will reference anything regarding death but, when he does, Dan knows it’s almost a promise.

A promise to stay together.

And Dan knows, when Phil kisses his fringe before taking the glass back, that there’s virtually nothing that could drive them apart.

-Twenty six…

The two of them have given up trying to do anything even remotely productive, both of them arranged in and around each other on the sofa.

Dan lets his head fall onto Phil’s arm. “The day’s nearly over.”

“We’ve been awake for far too long,” Phil adds, laughing.

“No, we’ve just been awake at all the wrong hours.”

Phil hums in agreement and suddenly laces his fingers with Dan’s. “Did you enjoy it though?”

“What?” Dan asks, rubbing the back of Phil’s hand.

“Your birthday, obviously.”

Dan doesn’t even have to think before saying, “Yeah. Yeah, I really did.”

And so Phil pulls Dan up and kisses him. Not just another like the many throughout the day but a long, loving kiss that makes Dan forget his last name.

Because all that exists is Phil, their shared breathes and the feeling of belonging, everything else fading from his awareness like it was never created. Because this is where he feels at home. Because this, this is his favourite type of kiss.

-Post-birthday…

Phil wants the two of them to stay up past midnight so they can celebrate his birthday for as long as possible. So they stay curled up on Dan’s bed, laughing and breathing as one entity until the clock’s hand moves past twelve.

Phil manages to give Dan one last sleepy kiss, whisper one last ‘happy birthday’ and tightly hug Dan before falling asleep.

But, Dan doesn’t mind, because he knows a Phil was up late yesterday and woke up hours before he did to get everything ready.

And, whilst staring up at the stars they’d excitedly stuck on Dan’s ceiling, it finally hits him that he’s now a year older.

Whilst looking at all the plastic constellations on his ceiling and absently shifting so Phil’s head is on his shoulder, he realises that he’s happy to be.

Even as he feels himself falling asleep, he understands what Phil said his birthday forecast was: twenty six kisses.

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Banana Fish - AshEiji - Skipping Stones - Ch5

Title: Skipping Stones

Part: 5/?

Word Count: 2393

Description: A collection of oneshots filling in some scenes that probably didn't happen in between episodes/scenes, but that I like to think did because these boys need to talk to each other.

Edit: This fic is also available on A03 under the same name. I would post a direct link but Tumblr then doesn’t put the post in searches so..

"How much do you trust me?"

Ash was sprawled over the sofa, his feet hanging off the end. Eiji was opposite him, his head buried in a battered, Japanese paperback. God knew where he found it. He frowned slightly at the question, then met Ash's gaze.

"I've trusted you with my life like three times now," he spoke slowly - as though he was scared of the truth.

“So you trust me?” Ash could feel the wolfish grin spreading over his face.

“What are you up to?” Eiji’s book snapped closed. His foot began to tap – it always tapped when he sat still. When had he started noticing things like that?

“Surprise,” Ash shrugged, trying to keep his face neutral. “I have a surprise for you, but I don’t know if you trust me enough for it.”

”Don’t be stupid. Of course I trust you.”

Ash wanted to replay that moment forever in his head. He wanted to forever see that little smile on Eiji’s face and forever hear those words.

But Eiji couldn’t know this – he was determined not to let Eiji know how completely he had fallen for him – so he just grinned and stood, rubbing his hands down his jeans.

“Come here, then,” he said.

Eiji stood, a half-smile of amusement still on his face as he looked at Ash. Like a parent indulging a child’s whim. He stood close to Ash, a little closer than usual, his hands hooking in and out of his pockets. There was an air of expectancy about him.

“Close your eyes.”

Eiji obeyed, his dark eyelashes fluttering slightly. They cast tiny shadows onto his cheeks. His lips were slightly apart, and Ash found it hard to drag his gaze from them. He could kiss him right now and it would seem natural. A part of him suspected that was what Eiji wanted.

But he didn’t. He pulled a scrap of fabric from his pocket instead – he had put it in there this morning and spent the whole time waiting for the right moment to ask. It was maybe from an old t-shirt, or an old jacket – he had just found it at the bottom of his drawer and it was good enough.

Ash stepped around Eiji, slipping the fabric over the boy’s eyes carefully, aware every time his finger strayed onto Eiji’s skin. His face was warm.

He tied the blindfold as tightly as he dared.

“Is that okay?”

“It’s fine,” Eiji said. “Part of the surprise?”

“Naturally,” Ash stepped back around him, hesitating for a moment. Then he slipped his hand into Eiji’s, curling his fingers around his. Eiji squeezed back. “Follow me.”

“I’m at your mercy,” Eiji said. He curled his other hand into Ash’s jacket as they slipped out of the apartment. “Oh no - at the mercy of infamous crime boss Ash Lynx – whatever will I do?”

Ash rolled his eyes. “You’re an unbelievable dork.”

Eiji just laughed – that sunshine laugh from his belly that made Ash’s chest feel tight.

He had to tell him, he thought, as he led Eiji into the lift. There was hair caught under the blindfold, sticking out the bottom like feathers. He had to tell Eiji how he felt – how he thought he felt – he wasn’t so good at recognising his own emotions.

In L.A, he had resolved to do it. As their adventure together had been coming to an end, he had resolved to tell Eiji that he didn’t really want him to go back to Japan. That he wanted Eiji to go back to New York, with him, because he wasn’t quite ready to be apart from him. Because he liked him. He wanted to know him more – he wanted to love him.

Then Eiji had been kidnapped.

Part of him had screamed at him to tell Eiji in Golzine’s basement. In front of the gang – who cared – just a quick kiss before he got in the car. But he hadn’t been able to do it.

He should do it now, whilst Eiji’s shining eyes were hidden away. It would be easiest now, when he didn’t have to look at him and he didn’t have to see Eiji’s reaction.

Ash opened his mouth-

The elevator doors opened and a group of middle aged women stared at him. He led Eiji out, putting his best charming smile on his face.

Of course Eiji tripped over one of their shopping bags and turned around, still blind, apologising profusely. He was facing a potted plant. Ash pulled him away, unsure whether to groan in frustration or burst out laughing.

Eiji had that effect on him.

People gave them a lingering glance as they walked down the sidewalk. That counted as staring in this city – after all, Times Square was full of strange people every day – a blindfold was tame.

But Eiji had begun to giggle from the absurdity of the situation. It was infectious – it made Ash forget to look where he was going, and someone knocked his shoulder. He stumbled, which made Eiji stumble, which caused them both to start laughing all over again.

To give him credit, Eiji stayed calm, even when people began jostling against them. He just squeezed Ash’s hand until he looked back and realised how stretched out their arms were. He slowed down, letting Eiji catch up. He nudged him with his shoulder.

“You okay?” he asked.

Eiji nodded. “Is it far?”

Ash paused. He smiled. “It’s a surprise.”

“And I’m a dork?”

“The dorkiest.”

Eiji laughed, falling against him for a moment, slipping his arm into Ash’s so that they wouldn’t get separated. It seemed so easy. This was how couples behaved – Ash had seen them. It made him grin, he couldn’t stop grinning, at the idea of him and Eiji as a couple. It made him feel like he was full of bubbles. He was glad Eiji wouldn’t know.

Did he want Eiji to know?

A part of him did.

The closer they got to the new apartment, the more Ash looked over his shoulder. This wasn’t his territory, and it made him nervous. It made him slip oversized aviators on to his face and step in front of Eiji slightly. He was scrutinising everyone’s faces in case he recognised them.

Eiji noticed. Of course he did.

“Are you okay?”

“Mm. Why?”

“You’ve gone all stiff.”

“I’m fine – don’t worry about me,” Ash was staring at the suited man across the road, waiting for him to turn around. His fingers prickled for the gun in his waistband.

“I always worry about you, Ash.”

Eiji’s voice was soft – so soft that it made Ash stop and stare at him. Maybe this was the moment. Maybe he should just step forward now, kiss him and say that there wasn’t a moment that he didn’t worry about Eiji.

But then that dork had to open his mouth and ask “are we there yet?”

“Almost.”

It was true, the apartment was just around the corner. There was another elevator – a nicer one, with mirrors clear of graffiti and corners free of urine stains.

“Empire State Building,” Eiji said all of a sudden.

“What?”

“Are we going up the Empire State Building?”

“Sure,” Ash caught his own eye in the mirror and wiped the smirk off of his face.

“Really?”

“No.”

“But we are in an elevator, right?”

“Yeah.”

Eiji nodded.

The doors pinged. Ash felt oddly nervous as he lead Eiji down the corridor. He counted the numbers, played with them in his head, to take his mind off the inevitable door.

He paused, fishing the key out of his pocket. He stared at the door, feeling slightly foolish that he’d set all this up.

“Are we here now?” Eiji murmured.

“Yeah,” Ash sighed. “Just wondering whether or not to carry you over the threshold.”

He had the key in the door. Eiji’s fingers twitched in his. He kicked the door open, gaze flicking into every corner of the room automatically.

“I mean, if you really want to…” Eiji looked almost coy – it made Ash’s heart melt.

“No – I mean – just, get in,” he gave a tug on Eiji’s hand. Kicking the door shut behind them.

Eiji stayed there, his arms dutifully at his sides.

“Okay, here we go,” Ash said. He had no idea why he felt nervous about Eiji liking an apartment he knew was gorgeous, but not about being caught up in a shoot-out. After a moment, after a deep breath, he untied Eiji’s blindfold gently, letting it fall to the ground. He waited, unable to see Eiji’s reaction.

“Wow,” Eiji breathed out. He turned slowly, taking in the leather sofas, the pine wood floors – all the polished and perfect furniture that had come with the place. Ash’s favourite was the huge, white fridge. It stood like an angel in the corner of the kitchen. “So this is-?”

“Our new place,” Ash forced a smile – it settled on his face comfortably even though his heart was thumping irregularly.

“No.”

“Yes.”

“No!” Eiji was still saucer-eyed, taking a few tentative steps across the light wood flooring. “Ash – this must have cost a fortune!”

He shrugged – he didn’t want to reveal the truth, but he didn’t know why. He didn’t think Eiji would be particularly shocked by it. It was still better to change the subject – to make Eiji blush. “Anything for you, sweetie.”

But Eiji didn’t get flustered. He just smiled at Ash, his eyes crinkled at the edges. There was another one of those moments – a moment where Ash swore that Eiji was about to stride across the room and kiss him. Or maybe he just hoped Eiji would kiss him.

Then again, if he didn’t like Ash, not even a little bit, then why would he stay? He had stayed next to Ash when he could have gone back to Japan ages ago. He could go back now, if he wanted.

But he was here. Next to Ash.

Eiji was exploring the apartment, like a cat just released from a basket into a new house.

“Why are the blinds closed?” he asked, opening them before Ash could even reply. There was a long moment of silence, Ash’s heart continued beating that strange rhythm. “Oh.”

“The blinds need to stay closed,” Ash said, crossing his arms over his rogue heart. “It’s – a little dangerous.”

“This move was – to spy on Golzine?” Eiji asked. He was still at the window. The blinds still open.

“Mostly,” Ash admitted. “It was a factor. But we needed to change places anyway. It was getting too dangerous where we were.”

“Okay,” Eiji’s voice was quiet. He let the blinds fall back across the window. The sunlight made patterns across his coffee-coloured skin.

“Are you okay?” Ash took a couple of steps forward.

Eiji stayed quiet, his finger still on one of the blind slits, making it wave slightly.

“I’m fine,” Eiji muttered.

“Eiji.” He was right behind him now, the sun flashing into his eyes. “You’ll be safe here. They won’t think to look here.” Eiji was watching the street below intently. Ash hated how he couldn’t see him. “There’s a supermarket and a gym downstairs – we’ll barely have to leave the building.”

Ash took a breath – he took a leap – placing his hands tentatively on Eiji’s waist. Eiji placed his hands over Ash’s like he wasn’t even thinking – it gave Ash the push to rest his chin on Eiji’s shoulder, peering out the window.

“When you said you were stealing – you actually were, weren’t you? You were getting the money for this place.”

“Does that bother you?”

“I’m not sure yet.” Eiji’s dark eyes followed a man in a suit walking out the front door opposite them. “Who do you think that is?”

“I don’t know. Yet.”

“I’m – scared, Ash,” Eiji said. He leant into Ash’s hands. “I thought I was doing okay – I thought – up until now it’s all been stuff that I guessed was pretty scary. I mean, everyone’s going to get scared when they get kidnapped, right? But – this – this is normal life for you. This is my life now. Hiding from…it scares me.”

Ash didn’t have the words to explain. He used to feel that way – he used to be scared all the time – but now it was just like background noise. It was something he had grown into. It made him feel gross – inhuman. He couldn’t even comfort his friend about being scared.

“You can go back,” Ash said. “Go back to Japan, if you want, Eiji.”

“I can’t do that,” his hands tightened on Ash’s. “Of course I can’t do that.”

Ash was scared to ask. He licked his lips. “Why not?”

“I can’t leave you.”

The words sent a thrill through Ash. Without quite realising, he buried his face into Eiji’s neck. He had said it so simply – as though it was obvious. Of course he couldn’t leave Ash. The fact that it was that simple for him – that he cared enough about Ash to stay, he could barely understand. Gang members, sure. Eiji – who could go back to Japan and have a normal life – staying because he couldn’t leave Ash – unbelievable.

“I’m sorry,” Ash murmured. “I’m sorry for doing this.”

“It’s just the shock,” Eiji said. “It’s fine – it’s…fine. I – don’t know what I was expecting.”

“You shouldn’t be dragged into this.”

“I’ve not been dragged into anything. I’ve chosen to take every step along the way.”

“You’re unbelievable,” Ash whispered, his lips grazing Eiji’s neck. “How are you real?”

Eiji chuckled, tilting his head to rest on Ash’s. His fingers locked into Ash’s. “I told you, I’m your good luck charm.”

Ash closed his eyes, breathing in. He was so close that his stomach was pressed against Eiji’s back.

Now. Now was the moment. It was just right – he wouldn’t even have to look Eiji in the eye. He could just say it and leave it.

But he couldn’t. The guilt was swelling up inside him like a balloon, choking him from the outside. He didn’t deserve this. He didn’t deserve to be cared about. He didn’t deserve Eiji. Eiji, who he had dragged into his hell of a world.

So, he shut up, and held Eiji, the sun bearing down on his neck.

He let himself have that one, selfish moment.