#..still makes me shy though but even more i finished writing that uh oneshot back then w noctis

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ffxv makes me so emotional oh my god 🥹🫶🏼

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Teach Me | KNJ Oneshot

pairing: wolf hybrid!namjoon x human!female reader

genre: smut, slight angst, dashes of fluff, basically porn with a dollop of plot

au: hybrid au, roommates to lovers

rating: explicit, nsfw, 18+

word count: 6.6k

warnings: slight angst, some pining, first time sex, public sex, unprotected sex, biting, scratching, hickies, breast play, knotting, cum holding, cockwarming, slight breeding kink, size kink (joon got a big cock), fingering, oral (f. recieving), multiple orgasms

House Jincubus presents: Room of Restraints

AU Type: Hybrid AU

Theme: First Time Sex, Public Sex

Kinks: Biting, Scratching, Hickies, Breast Play, Knotting, Cum Holding, Cockwarming, Breeding Kink, Size Kink

a/n: Finished this just in time... Didn’t mean to go so long without posting anything but please accept this as an apology. Thank you, thank you, thank you to my soultwin @escapingreality4now​ for running to my aid when I hit multiple writing blocks with this piece. your support and wisdom saved me. you always know what I need to help me through before I even think of it and i love you. Also, big big thank you to @kimtaehyunq​ for looking over this last minute to help me make sure everything flows. you are awesome and i love you! 

“What have I gotten myself into,” you think to yourself as you walk through your front door from packing up your car. 

The loud sound of something large hitting a wall somewhere in your apartment greets you upon entry. You peer down the hallway towards the bedrooms, eyeing your roommate’s, Namjoon, closed door as you make your way to the kitchen. The moment your feet touch the tile of the kitchen, you stop in your tracks. Eyes growing wide at the mess of your countertops. Various amounts of Tupperware half filled with chopped up meat, fruits, and cheeses are scattered around the room, proving to be the aftermath of somebody’s abandoned attempt at meal prepping. Another loud bang comes from behind Namjoon’s door, startling you as you let out a sigh. You walk up the counter and start to organize the food into the containers in equal portions as your mind begins to wander. 

It’s only been nine months since you and Namjoon moved in together. Being best friends throughout college, the both of you decided to stay in the city after graduation. Agreeing to move in together to help split the expensive cost of rent that came with living in the heart of the city. You thought the only thing you’d have to worry about is the secret crush you still harbored for him and if it would affect you being able to live together. How naive of you to think that would be the biggest issue. 

Namjoon is a wolf hybrid. You’ve never lived with a hybrid before. It’s not that you regret the decision, you just wish you would have thought to research what it would be like to better prepare yourself. Especially for one who is about to go through their heat. 

In the beginning, living with Namjoon was going great. The close quarters and seeing each other every day brought you two closer and it didn’t take long for you to feel as if your crush wasn’t so unrequited. Only a few weeks ago Namjoon was placing soft good morning kisses to the top of your head or resting his hand briefly on your waist as he brushed past you. But just as soon as it started, it all had stopped. You continue with your task of sorting the food as you think back to the day he told you what was going on.

2 weeks ago

“Joonie, what’s all this meat for?” You ask, a slight giggle to you tone as you walk back up to the shopping cart. Namjoon stands there with two stacks of meat in his hands, the muscles in his arms flexing as he places the items into the cart. His pointed ears perk up at the sound of you walking up to him. His tail wagging sheepishly as he blushes, dimple ghosting his cheek as he gives you a shy smile. You can’t help but inwardly swoon at how attractive he looks. The bangs of his dark brown hair falling into his face as he stands up straight.

“Well, uh… My heat is coming up. Need to make sure I have enough food to make it through,” he says, eyes on you as he watches you process the news. 

“Ah.” You nod your head in response. Not sure why you are as it’s not like you fully understood. Being human, hybrid heats weren’t exactly your expertise. You take another step towards the cart, placing the bottle of laundry detergent you had gone to retrieve on top of the growing pile. You hear a small cough and look up at it’s owner. You notice Namjoon staring at the detergent bottle with furrowed brows.

“Did I get the wrong kind?” You ask, looking back down at the item. You could have sworn you grabbed the right brand. The smell of this detergent being one you would know instantly. The subtle woodsy fragrance being one you associate very much with Namjoon.  

“No, it is the one I buy. It’s just, um…” Namjoon trails off, scratching the back of his head as you look back up at him.  He averts his eyes, avoiding eye contact with you as he starts again. “I was actually going to grab a bottle of yours.”

He continues speaking before you can say anything, answering your unspoken question. “I was going to take it with me to the hybrid hotel. In case I started to miss you,” he mumbles shyly.

You feel your cheeks heat at the sentiment. A blooming warmth in your chest begins to grow only to be cut off by your mind fixating on the rest of his words. “Hybrid hotel?” you repeat, your brows furrowing in curiosity.

Namjoon shuffles slightly on his feet as his eyes finally meet yours. “It’s a place for hybrids to go during their heat. Where other hybrids can get together for, umm…” He pauses, clearing his throat as his face turns a darker shade of pink. “... for help.”

“Help?” you parrot back in confusion before your brows shoot up. Your mouth dropping open as you let out a soft ‘Oh’ in realization. “Oh! Right, okay. Uhh, yeah. I’ll just go swap them out then.” You rush out the last of your words, snatching the bottle from the cart and turning around. You practically run back to the laundry aisle, not giving Namjoon a chance to say anything more.

As you place the last bit of meat into the last container, you remember how hurt you felt. Still feel if you were being honest. You wonder if he ever thought about asking you for help. You’d consider it, even though you don’t know what all that would consist of being. You remember thinking it would be something more comfortable to go through in your own home. Maybe he chose the hotel because he didn’t want you around. This thought is what led you to make the choice that you did. Considering his reaction when you told him your plan, it only added to your realization of how sorely uneducated you are on hybrid heats.

1 week ago

“You don’t have to go to the hotel. You can stay here.” You didn’t mean to blurt it out, catching Namjoon off guard as soon as you got home after work. You just didn’t know how to bring it up and you’ve barely talked to him, let alone seen him, since the grocery trip a week ago. So when you walked into the apartment and saw him folding laundry on the couch, you acted without thinking.

You can tell you startled him at the slight jump of his shoulders. He turns to look at you. A look of surprise displays across his face as he replies, “You… you want me to stay?”

“Yeah. I figure it would be more comfortable than any hotel,” you explain, walking into the living room and sitting next to him on the couch. A mix of his woodsy detergent and another scent hitting you as you get closer.

He looks at you curiously, a twinkle of wariness in his eyes as he goes to fold the blanket in his hand. “Are you sure you’d be okay with me being here?”

You let out a small giggle as you give him a reassuring look. “Joon, this is your place, too. Why wouldn’t I be? I just figured I’d help anyway I can.”

His ears perk up as he takes in your words. Eyes wide in shock as he looks at you. Mouthing dropping open to speak, but you cut him off before he gets a chance. ”Which is why I’ll be staying elsewhere for the week,” you rush out. “I have a coworker who's dating a fox hybrid and she’s offered a place for me to stay.”

You watch as his pointed wolf ears fall just slightly as he looks away. His features darkening as he clenches his jaw, grabbing his folded laundry and placing them into the basket. “So, you won't be here,” he deduces from your words, placing the last piece of laundry into the basket.

“No,” you reply cautiously. “I figured you’d want your privacy? I didn’t want to get in your way in case…” In case you wanted to bring someone to help. You finish the sentence in your mind. The words cause an uneasy feeling in your stomach. 

Namjoon nods at your words, still looking at the basket in front of him. “Right,” he clips, grabbing the basket as he stands from the couch. “Well, thanks,” he mutters, his tone laced with annoyance as he walks past you. You get another small whiff of the other other scent coming from the laundry as he passes, identifying as the mystery scent as the lavender detergent you use. You watch as he walks down the hallway, still not looking at you as he slams his door, disappearing into his bedroom.

Another loud thud startles you, pulling you from your memory. You look down at the completed meal preps and let out another sigh. You make sure the lids are secure on the containers and begin to stack them in the fridge. You place the last container of food in the fridge and wipe down the counter. You inspect your t-shirt and jeans, making sure no food stains have found their way onto your attire, prompting for a wardrobe change. Having no other distraction to delay your departure to your coworker’s house, you decided now is as good as any time to hit the road. 

Walking out of the kitchen, you stop in the hallway, looking back down towards Namjoon’s room. You figure it would be rude of you not to tell him you were leaving. You walk towards his door, raising a fist to knock when you hesitate. Wondering to yourself if he even wants you to say bye to him. You debate if you should ask him to give you a call should his heat end early. Or if he would like for you to call and check on him. Or even drop in to make sure he eats. “Oh god what if he has someone over?” 

Before your mind could dwell too much on that thought, the door in front of you swings open, bringing you face to face with the tall, brown-haired hybrid. His ears pointing up in shock to see you standing there.

“Why are you just standing here?” He asks you as he holds open his door.

“I, umm,” you stammer, the sudden appearance of him catching you off guard. “I’m about to head out. Just wanted to tell you bye before I…” You trail off, taking in his appearance. He had a plain shirt and gym shorts on. Sweat is building on his hairline as you notice his breathes seemed slightly uneven. Your eyes trail down his arms, ogling at how noticeable buff they look, wondering if his upcoming heat has anything to do with how they look larger than usual. You catch the sight of his house keys in his hand and nod to them. “Are you going somewhere?”

He looks down and clears his throat. Taking a step forward around you and closing his door. “Uh, yeah. I forgot to settle something at the bookstore. Didn’t set for Jimin to have access to process payroll. It needs to be sent out while I’ll be gone,” he says, walking down the hallway to the front door. 

You follow him, grabbing your keys from the kitchen counter as you pass by. “Do you want me to drive you and drop you back off? I don’t mind.” 

“No, I got it. I’ll take my bike.” He grabs his jacket and reaches for the front door. You try to shake off the feeling that he doesn’t want to be around you and go to offer again.

“But, Joon it’s…” You’re cut off by the loud curse Namjoon lets out as he opens the door, taking in the state of the weather outside.

“It’s raining,” he finishes your sentence. The sound of raindrops hitting the pavement hard filling the brief silence that follows. He turns to look at you as he lets out a small huff. “Yeah, a ride would be appreciated. Thank you.”

You give him a soft smile as he holds the door open for you, closing it behind him as he follows you to your car.

The drive to the bookstore was silent. The rain drowns out any music playing from the radio during your short drive to Namjoon’s work. You pull up to the curb, parking right in front of the storefront to give Namjoon the shortest trek in the rain possible. He unbuckles his seatbelt, grabbing the door handle before he stops and turns to you. “You can come in if you want. I don’t know how long this will take me and it will probably be more comfortable than waiting out here.”

You give him a smile, nodding at him as you pull the keys out of the ignition. You both speed out of the car and towards the shop, managing your best to stay as dry as possible in the short distance. Locking your car, you follow Namjoon into the bookstore. Once inside, a warm, angelic voice greets you. 

“Welcome to Cypher Bookstore! Oh, Namjoon! Didn’t expect to see you for another week,” the cute blonde male behind the front desk addresses your roommate, smiling when he notices you standing behind him and reaches out his hand in greeting. “Hi, I’m Jimin. Namjoon’s favorite employee. It’s nice to meet you.”

“You’re my only employee,” Namjoon grumbles as he walks around the counter towards the back office, stopping briefly as he turns and motions towards you. “This is my roommate, Y/N. I’ll be here for just a little bit. Forgot to do something before I left yesterday.” 

You shake Jimin’s hand, giving him a smile as you see his eyes light up. A sudden realization forming in his mind as he looks at you. “OH, YN! I’ve heard so much about you,” he sing-songs, letting out a little chuckle as he notices the faint trace of confusion on your face. “You’re one of Joon’s favorite topics,” he whispers as he raises his hand to block his mouth. It was only for show, seeing as his volume was still loud enough for Namjoon to hear from the office. The wolf hybrid pops his head out of the open office door, interrupting Jimin before he could say anything else.

“Hey, Jimin. Why don’t you go take a quick lunch while I’m here? I can watch the store. We shouldn’t get very much traffic with this kind of weather.” By the way Namjoon glares at Jimin, you both can tell it was more than just a suggestion. Jimin gives Namjoon a thumbs up as he smiles, winking at you as he walks around the counter and heading towards the door.

“It was nice to finally put a face to a name. See ya!” You wave him bye as Jimin bounces out the door and into the rain. You watch as he disappears out of sight when you hear Namjoon call for you, turning to look at him from across the desk. 

“You can take a look around if you want. I’ll just be in here if someone comes in or if, you know, you need anything,” he says, giving you a half smile. You nod your head, huffing out a small “okay” as you turn around, venturing into the small two story shop. 

You roam around, taking in the numerous shelves of books, all sorted by what seemed to be genre and author. In the middle of the room, you notice an iron spiral staircase leading up to another section of the store. A loft area that would overlook the entire bookstore if it weren’t for the long curtain that blocked it off.

You walk up the staircase, entering into the cozy little section as you make it to the top. You notice only three bookcases in the small area. The rest of the space fitted with a table in the middle and a medium sized couch against the wall behind it. You figure it’s an area created for study groups or research. Your assessment is confirmed when you browse the loft’s reading contents. Various informational books and research journals line the shelves once again sorted by genre. Your eyes stop on the label marking the start of the ‘Hybrids’ section. Eyeing the titles, you find one that catches your attention. You reach for it without a thought as you read the name of the book in your mind. A-Z on Hybrid Heats. Flipping it open, you turn and walk around the table, sitting down on the couch as you stop on the page titled Heats. 

Heats are a biological mating cycle all hybrids go through. Heats can last 4-7 days and begin with fever and increased pheromone production (see Pre-Heat). 

You continue down the page, skimming the sections leading into information on heat triggers and heat suppressants. You come up on the section of breeding, reading through prevention options when your eyes stop on a word that catches your eye. Knotting. You flip to the page it points you to. Your eyes grow wide when you’re met with an anatomical picture of what knotting is. You continue on, taking in the brief explanations the book offers on knotting, marking, and various other terms. You knew heats were a time where a hybrids sex drive was high, but you had no idea it consisted of all this. You didn’t realize sex for a hybrid would be that much diffierent. 

As you look back up at the anatomy diagrams, your mind wanders to the wolf hybrid just a floor below you. Is this what happens with him? Does it hurt? Has he ever marked or claimed anyone before? Surely not, as it seems like a one and done type of ordeal. You would know if he had someone in his life like that, wouldn’t you? 

“Would he ever consider me?” you think to yourself, eyes closing as you picture what it would be like between you and Namjoon. Would he be rough? Would he be gentle? You begin to fantasize what it would feel like. Him buried to the hilt inside you, his knot growing as he grabs your chin. Moving your head to the side, exposing the bare canvas of your neck as his other hand roams over your body. Mumbles of how you belong to him and only him falling from his lips as he plants kisses across your body. The mental imagery causes you to squirm in your seat. You rub your thighs together, trying to find some relief as you feel your growing arousal start to leak from your core. 

“What are you doing?” Namjoon’s voice comes out of nowhere, snapping you out of your day dream as you shoot up from your seat, the book dropping from your lap and onto the floor.

“S-sorry, I was just reading while I waited,” you stammer under his gaze. Feeling like a little kid caught looking at something they shouldn’t. You take a look at Namjoon, noticing how he was now drenched in sweat. The knuckles of his hands turning white as he holds onto the railing by the staircase. “Are you okay?”

“My heat,” he growls. The tone of his voice is an octave lower than usual, the deep rumbles of his baritone causing another slick of arousal to leak from you. Namjoon’s eyes flicker down to your groin before looking back up at your face. His eyes watch you hungrily as he speaks through clenched teeth. “It’s starting early.”

“Oh, okay,” you nod, bending down to grab the book you dropped off the floor. Trying your best to hide the cover as you walk around the table. Hoping he won’t see the title when you pass him. “Let me put this up and we’ll hurry and get you home. Namjoon?!?”

You barely make it past him when he reaches for your arm, snatching the book from your hands and glancing at the front cover. “Why are you reading this? He asks, a single brow quirking up in half amusement. 

You reach for the book, letting out a small gasp of surprise when Namjoon stops you, catching your wrist with his free hand. “Answer me.”

“I was just reading to pass the time.” You can tell by the way his ears twitch that he could sense the lie in your words. He tosses the book to the side. A soft thud echoes in the small loft as it hits the ground. He starts walking you backwards into the room, hand still wrapped around your wrist. 

“I can smell you, you know,” he drawls. Your eyes grow wide as you blink back at him. Cheeks heating with embarrassment as you immediately know what he’s referencing. “Is that what was getting you all worked up? Reading about my heat?”

You feel the back of your legs hit something solid. Placing your hand on the surface behind you, you realize it’s the table. “Why read that book?” he asks again, his dark orbs piercing into yours as he waits for your answer.

“I just wanted to know if there was anything I could do to help.” Your voice is hardly above a whisper, but considering his close proximity, you know he’s able to hear you. He eyes you carefully, moving his free hand to brace itself beside yours on the table. You notice the strain in his arm muscles. As if he was trying to hold himself back from you, despite how little of a distance there already was.

“Help,” he mimics. You notice one of his pupils is already half blown, something you think is a cause of his brewing heat. He leans in closer to you, his nose barely touching yours. “Like more than just giving me my privacy at home?”

You push yourself slightly off the table, trying to stand up a little straighter as you look the wolf hybrid in the eye. You take in a deep breath, replying to him with as much certainty in your tone as possible. “Yes. More than just giving you privacy.”

You barely register his growl before you feel his lips on yours. His mouth devouring you hungrily as you return his kisses. A small moan slips past your lips as his free hand cups your face, tilting it to the side as he traces small nips across your jawline, ending just by your ear. 

“You know, I can teach you so much more than that little book,” he purrs. The insinuation of his words traveling down your body and straight into your core. Your hips grinding up into his out of instinct as he pulls away from you just slightly.

“I need to know you want this,” he says to you. Breathing heavily as he searches your face, looking for any traces of doubt.

“I want this, Joonie,” you answer him, moving your free hand to cup his face. You watch as his eyes flutter shut at your touch, a low growl rumbling in his chest. “Teach me.”

The moment the words leave your lips, his eyes shoot open. His gaze full of hunger and lust as he no longer holds himself back. His lips come crashing back down on yours. He lets go of your face and wrist and reaches for the button of your jeans. You help him remove them, sliding them down your legs and kicking them off as he lifts you up. Sitting you down on the edge of the table as your legs wrap around him, drawing him in closer to you. He presses his hips into you, his growing bulge pushing right into your weeping, cloth covered core. Your panties, soaked from your arousal, were sticking to your skin as you grind your hips in him. Namjoon’s hands scour your body. He lets out a soft moan as he brushes his hand over your breast, giving one a soft squeeze as he trails his hands down to the hem of your shirt. He breaks the kiss, lifting your shirt up over your head, a soft groan of approval at the sight of your lace covered chest. You take the opportunity to do the same to his, tossing his shirt to the side before grabbing his shoulders and bringing him in for another kiss. He rips at the back of your bra, breaking the clasp as he tears the offensive fabric from your body. You find it hard for you to care, feeling his desperate need for you too much of a turn on to dwell about the ruined garment. 

He lays you back on to the table, kissing down your body and stopping at your breasts along the way. He wraps his lips around a hardened bud, massaging the other between his thumb and finger tips. He sucks lightly, pulling off with a pop as you let out a soft moan. “You have no idea how long I’ve been wanting this,” he confesses, trailing kisses across your skin before circling your other nipple with his tongue. He takes it in between his teeth and gives it a small bite. You breathe in sharply from the sensation, gasping out your response as he starts to trail kisses further down your body, sinking to his knees in front of you.

“Me, too, Joonie. Wanted you for so long.” You take in another sharp breath as he moves his face between your legs, nudging your clit with his nose before moving your panties to the side. He runs his tongue up your slit, gathering your leaking juices on the tip before flicking it against your sensitive bud. He brings his tongue back into his mouth. A deep guttural growl resonating from his chest as he savors your taste. “All for me” he growls as he reaches for the top of your panties. Pulling them down your leg and tossing them to join the previously discarded clothing. 

He leans back into your core, planting soft kisses around every part of you except where you wanted him most. He moves over to your thigh, giving the soft flesh a nibble before sucking on the skin leaving rose colored patches trailing back towards your center. You feel him place his fingers on either side of your entrance, splitting your lower lips apart as he makes a V with fingers. You let out a small whine, reaching down to find the top of his head and weave your fingers into his hair. “Joonie, please. No teasing,” you beg. 

The breath from his chuckle tickles you as he leans back in, flicking your clit again with his tongue. “So needy for me,” he mumbles, taking your clit between his slips. A soft moan slips past your lips as he slowly begins to suck rolling his tongue around your swollen bud. You feel him gathering your wetness on his fingers, slipping two of his digits into your slick hole with ease. You arch your back, mouth dropping open at the stretch as he pumps into you, scissoring his fingers every other thrust. “Need to prep you quick. Can’t wait any longer, “ he huffs out between licks, inserting a third finger into you as he picks up his speed. You thread your fingers through his hair, tugging at the strands each time he brushes against the small patch of nerve inside of you. Your walls start to flutter around him, alerting you both of your oncoming orgasm. Namjoon continues with his pace as he wraps his lips once again around your sensitive bud. “Come for me,” he demands. The words are muffled but your body hears it, obeying him as if it knows nothing else. Your orgasm leaves your body quivering, your toes curling in as a high pitched whine falls from your mouth. 

You feel Namjoon pull away from, a soft groan rolls through your chest from the loss of him inside of you. You look at him through hooded eyes as he stands, hovering over you as he sticks his fingers in his mouth, cleaning them of your release. Your eyes flicker down to his large bulge, watching as his other hand busying itself as he palms himself over his shorts. Leaning up on your elbows as you observe Namjoon’s every motion of dropping his boxer and shorts. 

Your eyes grow wide the moment his impressively large, erect member is released from its clothed cage. He grabs a hold of himself, pumping his throbbing length as he moves closer to you. Namjoon is huge. You can’t help but not feel surprised considering the build of him. You feel your core begin to clench, your pussy crying to be filled by him. Your mouth starts to water, your tongue wanting so bad to lick the precum leaking from the mushroomed tip. “I want to taste you,” you purr, pushing yourself up off the table. A pout forming on your lips as he shakes his head, laying you back down as he lines himself up with your entrance.

“Later baby,” he groans as he rubs his cock between your swollen lips. “I need to feel you.” He slowly starts to push in, catching your lips in an opened mouth kiss, swallowing every one of your moans. The feel of him stretching you open burns slightly, the sensation overridden by pleasure as Namjoon slips his hand between your bodies and rolls circles around your clit. You swear you could feel him in your stomach when he stops, still pleasuring your swollen bud as you adjust to the size of him. You want to tell him to move, breaking apart the kiss to do so when he speaks first.

“Just a little more baby. You think you can take in all of me?” He asks you, a shit eating grin splitting across his face as he notices the shock on your face.

“There’s still more of you?” You breathe out, peeking down in between your bodies at where you’re connected.

“Oh yes baby,” he coos, trailing kisses down your throat. “And it’s all for you.” Namjoon takes your nipple into his mouth, sucking lightly as he pushes his remaining inches inside you. Your back arches, pushing your breast further into his face as he bottoms out. A deep groan rumbling through his chest as he starts grinding into you.

“Move, Joonie.” Those words were all Namjoon needed to start up his pace. The first few pumps were slow, his hips stuttering ever so slightly as you can tell he was trying to hold back, to ease you in. His control falters as you pull his face up to you from your breast, whispering “faster” into his ear as you wrap your arms around his back. Your nails anchor into his muscles as he unleashes at an unrelenting pace.

Namjoon pumps into you with fervor. The storm and your surroundings fading into an abyss as the small room is filled with the sound of your shared wanton moans. Each thrust pushes Namjoon deeper and deeper. His length makes it easy for him to hit you in all the right places. Your nails leave red welts on his back with every pass of his tip over the rough patch inside of you. By the occasional hiss that leaves Joon’s lips, you can only guess a few of your love marks broke skin. Very soon, you feel a warming sensation building inside of you again. You shut your eyes, trying to sooth your body to hold out just a little longer. 

Just as you feel yourself near the edge, Namjoon slams into you, pausing his relentless onslaught as he lifts you up from the table. Your legs wrapping around his waist for balance. He starts walking you around the room. The accumulating sweat of your naked bodies causes you to slowly lose group. You slip from his grasps just a little, your nails clawing into his shoulders as you squeeze your legs tighter around him. The action makes your walls clench around Namjoon’s member, still buried to the hilt inside of you. The sensation causes Namjoon to stumble, groaning as he braces you up against the nearest bookcase. “Fuck, baby,” he mumbles as he buries his face into the curve of your neck, nipping at your skin as he slowly grinds his hips up into you. “If you keep doing that, I’m not going to last much longer.”

You make your walls give him a playful squeeze, not able to help the giggle that escapes your lips as he pulls his face from your neck and glares at you. “Is that how you want to play?” He growls as he pushes you further against the bookcase, grabbing ahold of your waist as he reels his hips back. He pounds into you furiously, your head tilting back as your mouth drops open. You feel the warmth in your center resurfacing, growing fast as Namjoon bounces you harder on his dick.

You didn’t realize you had moved away from the bookcase until you feel the soft fabric of the couch hit your back. Namjoon lets out a soft grunt as he falls slightly on top of you, readjusting the two of you into a comfortable position in between each thrust. He shoves his face into the crook of your neck again, nipping along your collarbone as he transitions his movements into a slow grind. You feel like he’s holding himself back again and you silently hope you don’t ruin the mood with your next words. “You can mark me, Joonie. Only if you want to.”

You feel Namjoon’s hips pause as his shoulders tense under your arms. He leans up, wide eyed as he meets you face to face. “Y/N… You don’t know what you’re asking for. I mark you, I claim you. You’re mine forever.” He cups your face in his hands, his eyes watching you so intently, you feel as if he could peer into your soul. “Are you sure that’s what you want?” 

“Yes, Namjoon. I’ve only ever wanted you.” The look in Namjoon’s eyes turns feral as he dives down, taking your lips into a passionate kiss. His hips pull back, reigniting his pace with one hard thrust as he once again begins to pound into you. Releasing you from his kiss, he grabs your chin turning your face to the side as he whispers into your ear. 

“All mine, huh? Pretty baby wants me to claim her? Want me to mark you? Mate you? Fill you up with my pups?” He continues to fucking into you as he insuates each point of his speech with hard thrusts. “You want me to pump you full of my cum? Fuck you until you’re good and pregnant?”

His words have your mind turning to mush. Thoughts of being his and only his taking over your every thought. A future where you bear his children. A future with him. You can hardly make out the words of agreement that fall from your lips as your entire body starts to tingle. Your walls begin to flutter, the subtle indication causing Namjoon to quicken his pace, helping you chase your release alongside his. 

“Come with me baby.” Your mind barely registers Namjoons words as waves of euphoria flow through your body. The power of your orgasm minimizes the sudden stab of pain on your shoulder from where Namjoon’s canines pierce your skin from his bite. You feel his length twitch inside of you as spurts of his come fill you to the brim. Suddenly, you feel an uncomfortable pressure just past your entrance. The excessive stretching of your walls causes you to whine as you try to squirm free. Namjoon caresses the side of your face as he peppers kisses around his mark, whispering to you that it’s okay. You let your body relax as much as possible. The ringing in your ears subsides. The only sound you hear now is the mismatched heavy breathing between the two of you.

Namjoon places his arm next to your head, trying to prop himself up to keep as much of his body weight on top of you. He leans up just a bit, the movement causing his knot inside you to slightly tug at your entrance and you wince. Namjoon freezes before lowering himself back down a bit. “Sorry,” he huffs out in a chuckle. Kissing you on the lips as he rubs tiny circles with his thumb on your hip. “I know this can’t be comfortable, but it’ll go down soon.”

“It’s okay,” you breathe out, reaching your arms up to wrap around his neck. “I can handle it. Anything for you.” 

He smiles at your words, leaning in closer to you to rub the tip of his nose against yours as you smile back at him. You both lie there for a few minutes, relishing in the feeling of being so full of him as his cock slowly softens inside of you. The feeling doesn’t last much longer as the realization of where you still are sinks in. “Um, how soon is soon though?” you ask. Your nerves make you feel suddenly very exposed under the fact that anyone could have walked in during your activities.

Namjoon leans back up and gives his hip a little test tug. With no signs of resistance, he continues to pull completely out of you. The both of you wince at the loss, you once more as you feel the mixtures of your releases starting to spill out of you. Namjoon catches the escaped fluids with his fingers, pushing it back inside of you. “Fuck, I need to get you back home,” he says as he moves off the couch, retrieving your discarded clothes and bringing them back to you. “Seeing you like this will definitely be something that could set off my heat again.”

You let out a giggle as you grab your panties, slipping them on before any more of his release tries to slip out. “We’re lucky Jimin didn’t get back early.” 

As if on queue, you hear the front door chime, alerting you of someone’s arrival. “Hellooo! Joon Y/N? You guys still here?” Jimin’s voice trails up the stairs as you and Namjoon look at each other, eyes growing wide in panic. You both scramble to throw on the rest of your clothes. Barely getting the final pieces settled in place before Jimin’s blonde hair comes into sight. He stops at the top of the stairs, head cocking to the side in curiosity as he sees you and Namjoon standing awkwardly by the couch. Mischief twinkling in his eyes as he crosses his arms. “What have you guys been up to? Y/N, what’s that on your neck?” 

You reach up to your shoulder, feeling part of the bite mark sticking out of your collar and pulling your shirt to cover the rest. Namjoon lets out an awkward cough, grabbing your hand and pulling you towards the stairwell. “I was just showing Y/N around. But it’s time for us to go, see you in a week.” 

You give Jimin a wave by as you follow Namjoon down the stairs. As you make it to the front door, you hear Jimin call down from the loft, “I hope you have a great vacation, Joon. Have fun you two.”

You see Namjoon’s cheeks flush pink as he pulls you faster out the door and towards your car, the weather taking a temporary break from the rain. Opening your car door for you, he waits for you to start to get in before tugging on your arm, bringing you back to standing in front of him. He pulls you in for a kiss, the both of you breaking into a smile before it ends. Oh yes. Fun you two will most definitely have.

[bastillewolf]

Hey I know you probably have like a billion requests already but maybe you could do something where the reader is good friends with corpse (maybe with some unspoken feelings) and they ask him to visit their country side home lmao-

I'm really embarrassed about asking this and I know it sounds strange but being out in the country side can be really good for mental health and I just want this boi to heal--

I'm so sorry hahah

Thanks

That’s not strange at all, darling!! I love this ask! I’m so sorry it took me so long to answer this, my mental health hasn’t been very good lately. I suppose I found this ask rather appropriate and I guess that’s why I liked writing it so much. Hope you enjoy!

Sunrise, Sunset - Oneshot

Pairings: Corpse Husband / Reader.

“Yo,” is the first thing you hear as you open your Discord. It’s not his regular greeting, and he sounds more tired than usual.

“What’s up?” you asked curiously. “Everything okay? Haven’t talked to you in a while.”

“I know, I’m sorry. I got really busy.”

“I can tell from your voice,” you chuckled. It had more of a rasp to it- if that was even possible.

“Yea, I can’t do too much for too long. I love that I’m able to work on music now, but it exhausts my voice so much that I can’t even stream sometimes.”

“Maybe you should take a break,” you comment.

“Probably. It’s almost done, so then I can stream more,” he replies.

“That’s not what I meant.”

“Hm?”

“I’m talking about an actual break, from everything.”

You hear him exhale deeply as if he’d already been considering it himself. “That does sound very nice.”

“I know, I always have the best ideas.”

“You do, except you forgot about the fact that I can’t really go anywhere. I mean, I’d love to take a break, but if I just sit here at home, I’m gonna either end up doing nothing or start working anyways. I don’t see me relaxing that way.”

“I didn’t forget about anything; I just hadn’t gotten to that part yet.”

“Oh?”

You’d be lying if you said that noise didn’t make you blush. “Remember how I said I live in the countryside? You know, it’s quite cosy here, and I have a guest bedroom to spare. If you want, but only if you’re comfortable with it, you could come over.”

It was quiet for a moment and your poor nerves were wondering if you’d said something completely wrong. You knew how he was about his privacy, but you’d figured that having known each other for a more than a few months now, you’d be at a point where you’d become actual friends, especially considering you always talked over Discord. At least, when he wasn’t busy.

“I... You wouldn’t mind?” he asked softly.

“Of course not!” You immediately replied, trying your best to make him feel as welcome as possible. “It’ll be so much fun! I was just worried you wouldn’t feel comfortable with it, otherwise, I would’ve invited you over a lot sooner.”

“Really?” he asked.

“Yes! I’m always looking for people to take care of my chickens.”

“You have chickens?” he sputtered.

“Sure do. And that was a joke, by the way.”

He didn’t really give you much time to prepare. He’d instantly asked if he could come over in two days, which meant you had to clean, do the groceries, and have another mental breakdown within that short time.

When he did arrive at your relatively small but homely cottage, you knew that even if you’d had more time, you still wouldn’t have felt like you’d prepared enough. You were incredibly nervous, especially as the cab slowed to a nerve-wracking speed until it finally stopped in front of your little wooden fence that really couldn’t keep anyone out of your garden because it was so ramshackle.

You nod your head to the driver politely, who got out of the car to unload a bag from the trunk. Then, the door opened, ringed fingers sliding across the yellow polish on the metal framing. He pulled himself up and out, finally allowing you to take a good look at his face.

His hair was dark and curly, as to be expected from what you’d seen in the pictures, though you could barely see it underneath the hood he’d pulled up. His dark brown eyes immediately found yours, and a shy smile graced his lips, which you bashfully returned with a small wave. It made you want to hit yourself multiple times. He paid the cabby and thanked him, allowing you to take a good look at his attire, at his frame, at his whole being. He was wearing a black hoodie with some chains around it, along with dark baggy trousers and, go figure, black sneakers. He was slightly slouching, probably so the driver wouldn’t be able to make out his face in its entirety, but overall he looked lean, even while his face was more pale and tired, with dark circles surrounding his eyes.

He locked the creaky wooden fence behind him, quickly closing the distance between you two with only a few strides. He dropped his backpack on the floor, saying, “hi.” “Hey,” you replied with that stupid smile still on your face and now quite possibly a hint of red dusting your cheeks. He just chuckled at the slight awkwardness of the situation, before wrapping his arms around you in a warm hug. He smelled like nice cologne, and he gave really good hugs. It said a lot that you could tell that from just the one. “Thanks for letting me come over,” he muttered, finally allowing himself to sound as exhausted as he looked.

“I told you, it’s nothing.”

When you met his eyes again as he pulled back, you knew he was quietly telling you that it meant more to him than that. Feeling shy under his dark gaze, you shook your head, saying, “Come on, let me show you around.”

It wasn’t that big of a tour, but it was home and it was comfortable, so you never felt embarrassed about it. You made enough money, to be fair, from your career through YouTube, but you’d never really had the heart to leave the house. At least you had a guest bedroom, and the garden was something to dream of. To trade that in for a bit more storage space would be such a pity.

“-and this is going to be your room, for however long you wish to stay,” you finish with a flourish of your hand. He set his suitcase down on the freshly made bed and nodded, glancing around for a bit before his eyes landed back on you. “Did I tell you how much I appreciate you doing this for me?”

You huff, “Once or twice now.”

“I’ll be off your back in a few days, don’t worry. I think I just needed to get out of my stuffy apartment for a bit.”

“Stay as long as you’d like,” you told him assuredly, “I know how stressful it can be and I haven’t even been through what you have. I can’t imagine what it must be like.”

He shrugs, “I have my ups and downs. It’s mostly my health issues and anxiety holding me back.”

“Well, I hope you can relax a bit here, then. People seem to feel more at ease without a bustling city around them,” you said.

He glanced out the window and nodded. “Yeah, I immediately noticed it as I got out of the car. It’s so... quiet here. And the air, of course. It’s so much nicer.”

“I usually take walks in the early mornings. You should come along sometime if you’d like. The sunrise is always really pretty when you get up on the hill.”

The corners of his lips quirked up. “I’d like that.”

“Great,” you replied, clapping your hands together, “I’ll let you get settled and start dinner. The uh- the bathroom is shared, I left a stack of towels on the rack so you can use those.”

“Thanks, I really appreciate it.”

You nodded shyly, silently closing the door behind you as you stepped into the hall. You let out a deep sigh and leaned back against the wall, pressing the backs of your hands against your cheek in a vain attempt to cool down the heat and tone down the redness. You couldn’t remember the last time you’d reacted this way but the times you’d spend talking about everything and nothing with Corpse through Discord calls that lasted until the early mornings. You knew you shouldn’t be feeling this way. You didn’t want to risk the friendship you had with him, but the tingling that had sprouted in your gut the moment he’d gotten out of that car told you that this was going to be hard.

 You knocked on his door quietly, afraid you were accidentally going to wake him when he didn’t want to be awoken. You didn’t know what kind of morning person he’d be, but he told you yesterday that he wanted to join you for your walk today. And while you were going to leave half an hour later than usual because it took you that long to work up the courage to knock on his door, meaning you were going to have to hurry a bit to catch the sun rising, you were still scared he was going to react grouchily. But when he opened the door, already dressed and ready to go, you realized you’d foolishly forgotten that this wasn’t just anyone, but that this was one of your friends; someone you already knew, even if it hadn’t been physically. Of course, he’d open the door with a smile, even though he looked more tired than the day before, which worried you.

“How did you sleep?” You made it evident in your tone that you were rather scared to ask the question, but it made him chuckle.

“I think you already know the answer to that. I don’t sleep well in general, so don’t worry. It has nothing to do with the bed or your hospitality.”

“Well, if there’s anything I can do for you, I don’t mind being woken up.”

He shook his head as he followed you downstairs and out the front door. “To be fair, I slept more than I usually would, but your rooster woke me up.”

You laughed, “Yea, I’m sorry, but I can’t do anything about that.” You held the wooden fence gate open for him, following him to the grass field until you were walking next to him. You silently picked up your pace a bit, worrying that you might miss the sunrise when you had promised it to him.

“I know, I know,” he replied amusedly, “Can we go see them later? The chickens?”

“Sure,” you smiled, “I also have a few ducks. You’ll love them, they’ll try to rip the shoelaces from your feet.”

“Sounds great.”

The walk to the hill wasn’t too far, but the hill was quite steep, which was always an exercise for people who walked with you for the first time, so you’d figured he’d start trailing behind you after some time. Thing is, he started trailing behind relatively earlier than you had expected him to.

Glancing back over your shoulder, you called out, “you good? We’re almost there.”

He nodded, though you could see him slightly panting, and you turned around to jog up the last bit until you reached the top. You could see a sliver of light start to peek over the horizon, making you glance back to see how far away he was.

But instead of having moved forward, he was now sort of slouched over, holding his stomach as he panted loudly. “Shit,” you cursed yourself as you sprinted back down until you skidded to a stop in front of him. “Are you okay? I’m so sorry, I should have slowed down-“

“It’s fine,” he waved you off, slowly catching his breath. “I can do it, I just take a bit longer.”

“I’ll carry you if I have to. I got us into this mess.”

He chuckled, but it sounded a bit hoarse.

“Come on,” you said. He furrowed his brow in confusion but followed you anyway. Walking along the side of the hill was tricky, but you made it around without any issues. He was able to keep up this time and gratefully plopped down on the grass beside you, just in time to watch the sun fully appear from behind the horizon.

“Holy shit,” he breathed.

“Yea, it never really gets old.” You laid down, feeling twigs of grass tickle the bareback of your neck.

He joined you, scooting a bit closer until your arms were brushing against each other. You couldn’t tell if he’d done it on purpose, so you acted like it hadn’t affected you, keeping your eyes fixed on the sky above you. At least, you tried. They flickered when you felt fingertips graze across your lower arm until they reached your palm, where his nails slowly dragged along your skin until his warm digits intertwined with yours. His rings felt cool against the heat and tingling you were suddenly feeling in your hand. He didn’t let go of you, not as you laid there for what seemed like hours, nor during the entire walk back.

‘Is this what friends do?’ you were silently asking yourself, watching the ducks try to free his shoes from its laces, ‘is this what friends do when they need support? Is this his way of coping, or is it-‘ You quickly shook the thought away. Of course, he wouldn’t think of you that way. He probably did stuff like this with all his friends. You knew how playful he could get, his guy friends included.

Yeah, it was just that. It had to be.

You were both laid back on the couch that night, stuffed to the brink with the famous lasagne you’d put together. The TV was on, but it sounded more like static noise in the background. “I think I can just fall asleep right here,” you hummed. The glass of red wine you’d shared – because neither of you could handle liquor – had created a pleasant buzz between the two of you.

“That seems a lot less comfortable than your bed.”

“You don’t know a thing about my bed,” you huffed indignantly.

It was quiet for a moment then, a sliver of tension seeping through the warmth of your home. “I think it’s probably about as comfortable as mine, otherwise you’re treating your guests too much,” he replied.

“I don’t know,” you admitted, “I’ve actually never slept in the guest bedroom. I might just be treating my guests too much and I’d never even know about it.”

He suddenly sat up and turned the TV off. “Come on,” he said and was already up the stairs by the time you’d made an attempt to move.

When finally reached the upstairs and were about to round the corner, you were suddenly picked up and slung over his shoulder, causing you to let out a loud shriek. “Corpse!” you laughed, “Please put me down!”

“You were taking too long,” he grumbled, dropping you down on the bed unceremoniously. He shuffled over until he was laying down next to you and lifted the covers up until it reached your neck.

“So?” he asked.

You had your eyes closed. “I might be treating my guests too much.”

He snorted. “Fucking knew it,” which made you laugh.

You laid there for quite a while, not really caring if either of you fell asleep with your regular clothes still on. “Hey Corpse?”

He hummed.

“I’m really glad you came. It gets lonely over here sometimes.”

He shifted, but because it was so dark you couldn’t really see what he was doing. Suddenly though, you felt him hovering over you, his elbows resting on either side of your face as his hand reached across to move a strand of hair to the side. He leaned down and hesitantly, his lips barely touched yours, a silent question if this was okay. You moved back against him, your hand finding his cheek in the darkness. His kisses were gentle, but passionate, which made your breaths heavier and deeper. When you pulled apart, you were both breathing heavily, mostly from the tension that had arisen.

“I really like you,” you admitted.

“Good,” he replied, wrapping his arms around you until you were tucked against his chest. You hit his arm playfully, “Cocky bastard.”

You hear the smirk in his voice as he said goodnight.

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[themonotonysyndrome]

REDACTED verse -  A dinner and a show

Prompt: any | any | competition

Word Count: 2,460

Author/Team: LadyMonotone

Fandom/Original: Redacted ASMR (Vincent Solaire/Lovely)

Rating: T

Triggers: Explicit implications

Summary: It's a tradition within the Solaire Clan that the King would visit his progenies from time to time. Tonight, Will is coming over to Vincent & Lovely's apartment for dinner. What's not a tradition is the karaoke competition that comes afterwards. 

ConCrit: Y

I don’t know what happened. This oneshot just went out of my control but I had so much fun writing it today! I hope you guys enjoyed it! 

Also, I just realised that all the characters in my oneshots have been eating lately. Oh my god, I got so hungry when I was writing them that I subconsciously includes food in some of the scenes 😭 Food is my love language so I guess it’s cute that the bois and their lovers would sit down and eat together. 

That being said, I hope you guys will crave Korean food as much as I am in this oneshot! 😅

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“Vincent? I need your help. Can you tell me what’s Will's favourite colours?”

“Lovely - ”

“Because I have some formal outfits in our closet, but they don’t mean shit if Will hate the colours.”

“Lovely, hang on - ”

“Is he allergic to perfumes? Colognes? I have some soft-scented bottles that should be Vampire-friendly! I think? Most of them are floral though… oh! Does he have a favourite flower? Do you think I should buy some before he comes over?”

“What? No, Lovely, I think you’re working yourself up - ”

“I know you bought some blood bags for dinner but do you think we should cook some food too? Does Will like to eat? Shit, I knew I should have bought some groceries yesterday after class!”

“You’re not listening to me at all, Lovely…”

“We have to clean up the whole place too. I don’t know how our furniture gets so dusty so quickly! I just wiped them down a few days ago!”

“...”

“Do you think I should do my hair too? It’s a bit of a mess lately; I could use a trim. Does Will - ”

Lovely's eyes widen as a deep kiss suddenly silences them. Their heart pounds when Vincent brings them close to his chest, trapping his lover in his arms. Lovely's eyes flutter close when he pulls away to press butterfly kisses on their neck. They couldn’t help it; they moan and tilt their head back when they feel fangs delicately drag down their tender skin.

“Vincent!” Lovely hisses, not sure for what, though, when Vincent's fangs pinprick where their pulse is.

“Oh? Are you finally with me again, Lovely?” Vincent breathes, loving how their heart begins to beat faster and faster in anticipation. His chest reverberates when he chuckles deeply. “There we go… I have your attention again, little one.”

They grumbled at the unfairness of it all. Just as Lovely knew all of Vincent’s weaknesses and tickle spots, he knew how weak their knees behaved when he pressed his fangs to any parts of his partner's body. Especially down south.

“I’m serious here, Vince.” Lovely whines. “There are so many things we have to do before Will comes over for dinner tonight. I want to make sure everything’s perfect.”

Vincent gives Lovely a deadpan look. They would’ve coo at how adorable he looks if it weren’t for his Vampiric speed and his habit of chucking them onto the bed whenever Lovely is being too stubborn to listen to reason. “Lovely? A question: are you dating my Sire or me?”  

Lovely blinks; they didn’t expect that. “Uh, you, duh.”

“Then trust me, as your boyfriend,” Lovely has no idea why Vincent emphasised that last word, but they knew better than to interrupt him when he gets like this. “That everything’s going to be fine. Besides, I told you that while this might look like the whole ‘meeting the parent’ shtick, the relationship between a Sire and their Progeny is way more than that.” He patiently reminds them.

“Well yeah, but he means a lot to you.” Lovely points out. Now, why did Vincent look so surprised at that? “So that means he’s important to me too. That’s why this dinner has to be perfect.”

For a moment, Vincent said nothing. He just stares at them in wonderment.

Lovely let out a surprised squeak when Vincent suddenly crushed them in a hug. “How did I get so damn lucky with you, Lovely?” He murmurs, face buried on top of their head. “Sometimes I think that you’re… too amazing to be real.”

So soft and sweet; that’s Vincent. Lovely lets him cuddle them like his personal teddy bear until he's satisfied.

“Now, I need you to do something for me, Lovely. Do you think you can do it?”

Lovely raise an eyebrow. “Depends on what it is, Vince. I haven’t eaten anything yet, so I can only give you at least four hours in bed - ”

“N-Not that!” Vincent hurries to interject, a brilliant red blush runs across his cheeks despite him being a Vampire. He coughs once to get them on track, playfully glaring at Lovely for trying to distract him. “Geez, Lovely. It’s still way too early for… that. But we're definitely going to revisit that. Anyway, I need you to calm down for a second, OK? Will is a pretty chill guy and an open-minded Sire. He knows how much I love you, so you have nothing to worry about.” He gently assures them, rubbing calming motions up and down Lovely's back.

Lovely could feel their anxiety melts away. Just enough for them to finally breathe again ever since Vincent dropped the bomb that William Solaire will be coming over for dinner tonight.

Apparently, everyone in the Clan knows that the King would visit his Progenies at least once a month to check up on them. Just like how a parent would drop by their children's home for a visit, in Lovely's opinion.

“Ok. You win, baby.” Lovely sighs, loving how his rubbing eases the tense muscles. They arch their back like a pleased, spoiled cat when Vincent messages that spot below their shoulders. “Ooooh, yes, that’s the spot!”

Once Lovely's bones feel like they could melt at any time, they throw Vincent a grateful smile.

“Now, there’s the smile I’ve been missing the whole day!” Vincent teases. “C’mon Lovely, let’s plan for dinner before we take our nap. How do you feel about seafood?”

“Oh, I can go for some seafood. It’s been a while.”

“Spicy steamed crabs with scallops, battered pan-fry oysters and some chilled bowl of rice top with raw salmon and sea bass with slices of your favourite veggies? All Korean-style."

“Hell yes. I think we have all the ingredients for that. Wait. Err, can Will handle spicy food?”

"Uh... I have no idea. Maybe we should hold back on that spicy steamed crabs with scallops just in case."

Ever since the two started living together, Vincent really took a shine when it came to cooking and baking. The idea of providing for Lovely makes him ridiculously happy, and besides, him whipping up healthy and delicious food for them results in much richer and sweeter blood flowing within his lover for him to feed on so… win-win!

As the two of them traverse to the kitchen to start preparing the ingredients for dinner, Lovely slowly gain the confidence that their dinner tonight with Vincent's Sire will turn out alright.

And before both of them knew it, the sun had set.

After a fresh shower, the entire apartment is now spotless (to Lovely's standard), and dinner is served on the table, the doorbell rings.

"I'll get it!" Lovely announce just as Vincent finish putting down the plates. They smoothen out the creases on their clothes, roll their shoulders before taking a deep, calming breath and answer the door. Like a soldier marching towards the battlefield.

Seeing his partner's dramatic reaction, Vincent just shakes his head.

As soon as Lovely opens the door, William Solaire greets them. "Good evening. I hope I'm not too early. The evening traffic has been quite a hassle lately. I figured that even if I'm a bit early, I could help you and Vincent in the kitchen." Will explains. In his arms is a bouquet of white pear blossoms, yellow gladioluses and red tulips. When Lovely stares at them curiously, Will smiles knowingly. "Vincent informed me that you don't drink, so I decided that flowers would be the appropriate gift as oppose to a bottle of champagne."

"They're so pretty." Lovely reply, breathless when they receive the bouquet. "Thank you so much, Will! I'll put them in a vase now. Oh, and please come in." They graciously step aside to let Vincent's Sire in.

While Lovely is busy rummaging for a vase in the storeroom, Will and Vincent make small talks over at the dining table. Vincent passes the ancient Vampire a tall glass of blood which Will accept with gratitude.

"Hey, Will. How's it going?"

"I'm fine, Vincent. Thank you for asking." Will reply after dabbing the bloodstain on the corner of his lips. "The Clan is the same as usual; Our Newborn members have finally settled in nicely, much to Sam's relief. I plan to visit them next week."

Vincent tops up Will's empty glass before replying. "That's great to hear." He's about to say something else before a loud bang against the wall in the storeroom stops him. "Uh, Lovely? Is everything OK in there?" He calls out.

"It's fine, it's fine!" Lovely shouts back. "I found the perfect vase for the flowers!"

Vincent groans in exasperation. When Will throws him a confused expression, Vincent is compelled to explain. "Look, Will, Lovely has been freaking out about tonight's dinner the whole day. They think that if it turns out anything but perfect, you're going to be disappointed in them. So just... just play along, alright?"

Will chuckles; his heart warms at the thought that Lovely holds him in such high regard. What an adorable human. "Is that so? Very well then, I will play the perfect guest towards such kind hosts."

And true to his words, when Lovely joins them at the table after putting the vase full of flowers on the coffee table in the living room, Will waste no time in kicking his charm to the max. In between their meal, Will makes sure to compliment Lovely's outfit (which earned him a shy yet pleased blush from Lovely and a jealous kick at his shin from Vincent). He then comments that the spicy steamed seafood dish is his favourite, and when desserts are introduced, Will gently helps Lovely open up by asking about their interests and hobbies.

Will is pleasantly surprised to find one of the many common grounds they share: their love for analysing music.

"I find RM to be one of the most brilliant lyricists in this generation." Will states once his bowl of red bean shaved ice is empty. "His songs are undoubtedly impactful for the youths of today. Not to mention that I'm quite fond of his wordplays."

"You're into K-pop!?" Lovely ask, utterly gobsmacked. Their eyes are wide in shock.

Vincent snorts. "Alexis is a BTS fan. Somehow, she managed to convert Will too."

When Lovely turn to face Will once more, their expression frozen in disbelieve, he adds, "We're planning to catch their concert once the situation permits it."

Will's pop culture admission finally broke the ice. Lovely laughs in delight before launching themselves into an animated conversation about modern music with Will.

However, it wasn't long before their topic suddenly went off the rail when Vincent claimed that he's a better shower singer than Lovely.

"Oh please, Vince, I thought you were dying in the bathroom," Lovely interjects with a roll of their eyes. Vincent splutters at his partner's cruel remark, but Lovely presses on without mercy, much to Will's amusement. He resolutely keeps his mouth shut despite his growing grin slowly making its way up to his face. "Face it, you're tone-deaf. Being a Vampire doesn't magically make you a good singer."

"Those are some fighting words, Lovely. Can you back them up?"

"We can settle this tonight if you want. You and me; we can duke it out in a singing swag off with Will as the judge." Lovey declares with a smirk before they head into the living room. All revved up as if their previous anxiety over dinner had never happened.

"Oh my..."

Vincent turns to Will with a grateful nod. "Thanks for helping them relax. And hey, you don't have to stay if you have some other plans tonight, Will."

Will stares back at his Progeny with a faux, scandalous look on his face, complete with a hand on his chest. "Why, Vincent, where would I be anywhere but here? It's not every day that I get to see you humbled by your lover. Don't think I forget that you were once known as the Playboy of the Solaire Clan."

Shock looks good on Vincent's face. It's cute that he actually forgot how he was before Lovely walks into his life. Oh, Will is going to milk this for all its worth.

"Alright! The system is set up!" Lovely announce from near the TV with a microphone in their hand. "Will, come on! You need to help me prove that Vincent sings like a dying cat. Here, here!"

"Oi, oi! We haven't even started yet!" Vincent rebuke and flits over to grab the spare microphone. "You know what, Lovely? I'm so confident that I'll win this that I'll let you go first."

Lovely grins viciously and accepts his offer. Once Will makes himself comfortable on the couch and signals for them to begin, Lovely open their mouth,

Will couldn't stop smiling as Lovely sings their heart out, and Vincent makes his grand entrance after they're done (singing one of Will's favourite songs in hopes to sway his Sire to his side). Vincent and Lovely are having the time of their life, teasing one another as they sing. Will commits this night into one of his most cherished memories.

*"Dari apa yang aku perhatikan

Manusia mahu senang tapi tak semua mahu berkorban

Dari apa yang mereka katakan

Ada yang jawab jujur tapi selebihnya kuat beralasan..."

However, as the night grows long, Will doesn't have the heart to tell them that they both are horrible singers.

-

Tonight, it's Sam's turn. Will deliver three knocks on his door before Sam swings it open. He looks exhausted, unamused and seconds away from running out of the house.  

"Good evening, Sam."

"Good evening, William. Before you come in, can I ask why my Progenies insist on having a karaoke competition tonight? On the night where they knew you were coming?"

Will begins to smile widely. Both he and Sam could hear a heated argument between Frederick and Bright Eyes from the living room.

"No, you can't sing Bambi, Bright Eyes. I won't allow it! You're going to break the windows!"

"Oh my god, would you let me live, Freddy!?"

"We've been over this; you can't sing! Wait. What are you - put down that microphone - "

Music starts to play at maximum volume, and then,

Sam closed his eyes and sighed deeply and in resignation when Bright Eyes began to sing louder to drown out Frederick's shrieking.

**“Feel it like memalla itteon mam wiro

seumyeodeun danbi

dabi piryo eopji

Because you’re my favourite..."

"I don't know what had happened - and I honestly don't want to know - but I hope you're ready to deal with these two tonight."  

"Why, Sam, where would I be anywhere but here?"

-

These are the English translations & link to the songs that Lovely and Bright Eyes were singing: 

*“From what I can see

People want the good life, but are not willing to sacrifice

From what I hear

Some are honest but others are full of excuses...”

**“Feel it like timely rain that seeps into my dry heart

No other answer is needed

Because you’re my favorite...”

[bonny-kookoo]

Carrots and Whiskers (JJK x Reader) 💜🔞🐾

🥕 Pairing: Rabbit!Jungkook x Wolf!Reader

🥕 Genre: Hybrid AU, fluff, smut because why not amirite-

🥕 Warnings: stereotyping, mild mentions of past bullying, fluff, oh god they’re so cute, Dom!Jungkook despite being technically food for Sub!Reader, Dirty talk, it’s sweet though he ain’t calling his baby a hoe don’t worry, unprotected sex because in this hybrid universe they’re unable to conceive due to their different species, please keep that in mind thank you, sweet sweet lovemaking, aftercare, buff boi JK, Big dick JK but what’s new I guess, yeah I’m done now

🥕 Summary: He’s the prey and she’s the predator. So why does she feel like the roles are reversed?

This is a oneshot! If you have any ideas for future content in this universe, feel free to send in asks or requests!

A reputation could easily define your entire life it it was bad enough.

Both sides knew this; Jeon Jungkook, being depicted as the cowardly prey hybrid he was, and Y/N, the bad bad wolf with always malicious intentions. However, none of these depictions were actually true.

Jeon Jungkook was an actually pretty rough and brave young man, never really backing down from a challenge, uncaring on who was in front of him. He got into trouble often as a kid, as a teenager, and now as a young adult.

Y/N was soft spoken, a caring yet quiet hybrid who liked to stay hidden, the spotlight being more of a fear than a goal for her. She loved the simple things in life, liked to be by herself or surrounded by people she trusted and loved.

And she also got a major crush on the bunny in her art and music class.

It was quite cliche really, yet it also wasn't- it was as if she was stuck in a bad joke, never to make it to the punchline. She knew for a fact that he probably didn't even knew who she was, and the worst part about it was that she couldn't even blame him. She loved to not be seen, after all.

"Uhm, excuse me?" Said the voice, forcefully hitting her as she looked up, her own eyes meeting the big brown orbs of-

wait.

"I eh, we're supposed to choose partners for this project, and I know for a fact that you can draw so eh, wanna be partners?" He asked, and she simply stared. Was he- talking to her? "I mean, Its okay if you don't want to-" He started, the squirrel hybrid girl behind him already perking up at her chance, making her swallow a bit.

"N-no, I uhm.. I'd like that." She squeezed out, voice quiet, but he thankfully still heard her. He smiled, brightly and so awfully cliche as his bunny-like teeth showed, sitting down next to her as he pulled out his sketches. "So uh, what did you have in mind.?" She quietly asked, and he talked away, as if he'd always known her.

"Well since we weren't given much other than the theme and colors, I made some small sketches. You know, I get Ideas that are pretty neat sometimes but then I forget them easily, so I have to draw or write them down right away, otherwise I'll wanna bite my own ass later on." He rambled on, gently moving the rough sketches towards her, his eyes watching her as she looked at them, carefully studying his lines.

"This- this one would fit, I think.." She mumbled, tapping on one of his more detailed drawings. He grinned again, nodding, seemingly in agreement. He attempted to say something as the bell rang, students around them both scrambling up to get out as soon as possible, either to catch a bus or to drive home on their bikes.

"Hey do you-" He stumbled, his foot catching on a stray chair as he almost fell. "Do you wanna meet up on the weekend? That way we can finish faster, you know, time to sleep in class." He said, and she simply nodded, until he held his hand out. Her head tilted to the side, ears flopping a bit as he chuckled, mumbling. "cute. Your phone, so I can give you my number?" He explained, and she blushed, stepping back a bit as she placed her bag down on the table next to her, pulling out her phone, charms on the device dangling, making him smile. She really was adorable. "Alright." He said as he took it after she'd opened the phone app, his fingers typing away, before he gave it back to her. "Do you take the bus home?" He asked, and she nodded. "Oh really? I thought the pink bike outside was yours actually." He chatted away as she walked next to him, now a bit shy.

"I actually.. well, I can't, you know, ride a bike, so.." She mumbled, and he laughed for a moment, until he went quiet, sensing that she was serious.

"I eh, I could you know, teach you, if you want?" He asked as he unlocked his own bike. "I mean, not now but like, this weekend?" He asked, and she looked a bit hesitant. "I mean, you don't have to. But I promise I won't let you get hurt." It seemed odd maybe, for a prey hybrid to say that to a predator, but for her, it seemed like the most cheesy and romantic thing she'd ever heard. So she smiled, and nodded. "I uhm.. I think your bus left-" He pointed out, making her ears droop as she watched the vehicle drive off without her. "I can bring you home. It's kind of my fault you missed it, after all." He said, scratching the back of his neck as he suddenly rumbled in his backpack, pulling out a zip hoodie, before folding it, and placing it on the bag of his bike. "My'lady." He offered, and she giggled, making his ears flinch in excitement.

She'd been unaware of him for long enough, and after a talk with his fellow friend Taehyung, he'd decided to finally act on his interest in her. Even though he did get some odd looks from his classmate Jimin, he didn't care about what she was- he cared more about who. Her drawings were always so detailed in a way that would show exactly what she'd though while creating each line, something he always found remarkable. She also had a talent for photography, a hobby he had for himself as well.

"Hold on tight okay?" He said, and she nodded, her arms moving around his waist, redness creeping onto her cheeks as she felt his toned body underneath his thin shirt and loose jean jacket. She held a bit tighter as he finally pushed the bike forward, paddling at a decent pace that made her hair flow a bit with the wind. She couldn't help but enjoy the moment; the way his smell calmed her, the scenery around her, and the fact that it seemed like everything was finally working out for her.

"I'm gonna let go now and you'll just-" He started, but she suddenly grew anxious, her wide eyes immediately finding his.

"no no don't let go I'm gonna fall-" She scrambled out, scared as he simply laughed, one hand on her back as he kept the other on the bike for now.

"I promised, didnt I?" He hummed into her ear, and she blushed at the gentle tone of his voice. He was everything she never thought a prey hybrid would be; he was cunning, brave, and confident in himself. He wasn't after attention at all, simply trying to live his life yet he pulled everyones gaze on himself wherever he went simply by nature. His ears seemed too soft to be legal in her opinion, black and white tuft of fur that was his tail seemingly completely out of place; the rest of his body was toned. It showed that he knew how to take care of himself, it underlined the way he held himself wherever he went.

He was the complete opposite of her it seemed.

She liked to hide in oversized clothing, hybrid features the only thing really giving away that she wasn't just a mouse in disguise.

To him however, it was an entirely different story.

She was so sweet, always trying to help, and always trying to not be a burden. She had so much talent, a unique way of seeing the world, and a gentle way of always looking out for others. It also didn't ease his crush on her that she was absolutely beautiful in his eyes; shorter in statue than him, surprisingly, but he was pretty tall for a rabbit hybrid, he had to admit. His mother had once told him about the different subspecies of wolves when she'd noticed his crush on the girl; her best friend having been a wolf hybrid as well when she'd still been in school. Apparently there were different subtypes for them; alphas, betas and omegas. He guessed that the girl on his bike was an omega, maybe, as it would explain all her characteristics.

"You're doing so great!" He said, bunny smile making her feel more confident as she noticed he only held her by her back; she was actually riding a bike. "See? You can do it!" He happily exclaimed as he helped her off, seat a bit high for her to get down herself. "Lets sit down there and exchange some sketches, yeah?" He offered, and she nodded with a smile, walking next to him as they both sat down on the grass, after Jungkook had put down a small blanket he'd taken with him. "Okay, hit me." He playfully shot her way, as she pulled out her sketchbook, simply sliding it towards him as he opened it, looking through the pages she'd opened for him. "Uah, these are great! I'd use a bit more color on these ones, but the rest is awesome!" He mumbled in thought as he proceeded to change the page, his eyes widening at a familiar pair of eyes, when two delicate hands held his wrist in place.

"Pl-Please uh, that's not for the project eh-" She stuttered, panic evident in her voice as her red face and tilted ears gave away her embarrassment. He simply stared for a moment, before his other hand simply loosened her grip on his wrist, freeing himself without much force. He slowly turned the page, revealing multiple rough sketches of..

Him.

It was him, not very detailed, but clearly visible. Small scenarios were drawn on the page, him staring out the open window of the classroom as he talked to friends, him at the sidelines of his basketball game as he'd taken a break, or him asleep on his desk during class. He studied the drawings, noticing how she'd not cared much about his clothing, or the background; even the desk or the window weren't really drawn very realistically, simply a fast sketch. What did stand out was.. well, his face. The way the sun reflected in his eyes, how his ears had been slightly damp from the slight rain outside, or the tiny things he would've never thought she'd notice about him, like the tiny beauty mark under his lower lip, the slight scar just above his cheek, or how the sides of his eyes crinkled when he laughed, nose scrunched up.

As he looked up she was looking down, hair hiding her eyes as her ears were flat against her skull, tail in her hands, which nervously fiddled with the fur. "I-" He started, before he began to open his own bag, ruffling around in it as his own ears lowered themselves while he tried to find something. "Hah!" He exclaimed in victory, hands sliding off the rubber band of his own folder which kept his messily organized sketches and finished works. He rummaged through them, before he started to lay some of them out in front of her, one by one. Slowly, her ears turned, attention on what he'd put down in front of her.

He always had a different way of drawing things, not really putting a lot of effort into the outlines or sketches themselves; but he had a way of coloring things, a unique style that made things feel almost alive. In every picture, he'd dedicated most of his effort to color the fur of her hybrid features almost perfectly- he also payed special attention to her postures in every picture. He never drew her eyes however- which she noticed. "I uhm.. I've never got the chance to see them up close, so I had a bit of trouble with them.." He explained. "I've noticed you pretty early when we shared our first classes together.. But I never really got around to talk to you. You and Namjoon-Hyung always seemed so close, I thought.." He revealed, scratching behind his own ear as he suddenly felt a bit bashful.

"You.. I mean, Joonie is a good friend but we uh.." She started, voice a bit low as she laughed a bit.

"I know, I know, he told me-" Jungkook answered, now chuckling. "Thats why I immediately took my chance when they'd announced the group project." He said. "It gave me a chance to you know, get to know you better. Get closer, you know?" He explained, and she nodded. "So uh.." He mumbled, before he smiled at her hopefully. "Wanna uh- get cake together today? Like a date?" He asked, and she nodded, making him suddenly jump up as he fist bumped the air, making a passerby elderly couple laugh. "Yes!"

"Carrot cake?" She asked, an almost teasing smile on her lips as he looked at her.

"What? Don't judge puppy!" He said, making her scoff scandalized.

"Hey, I'm a wolf, not a dog!" She explained as she stirred her milkshake with her pink straw before grabbing the spoon from her small metal plate.

"And I'm a rabbit, not a bunny. So guess we're even." He said, before his smile faded a bit, eyes stuck to the spoonful of whipped cream which made its way inside her mouth, tongue darting out to lick her lips clean before she noticed his gaze. He snapped out of it, suddenly the one growing a bit shy. "You uh.. wait, lemme just-" He mumbled, hand moving to wipe the corner of her mouth as he licked his finger clean himself, making her eyes widen before she mumbled a 'thanks' under her breath. He grinned.

"So uh-" He asked, pushing down his small cake fork to pick up a piece of cake, holding it out towards her. "open up?" He asked, and she hesitated a bit, before leaning forward a bit, lips parting. He placed the piece into her mouth, watching as she closed her lips, accepting his offering of food before she nodded her head approvingly. "See? Don't judge before you try!" He exclaimed, and she giggled at that.

He was right.

"I'm absolutely beat." He suddenly exclaimed, falling down onto the mattress laying on the ground in the corner of the new, unfurnished bedroom. The wolf hybrid sat down next to his sprawled out form, gently moving his blonde tipped hair away from his eyes. He'd dyed it months ago, his roots more than visible at this point, yet he'd simply decided to let it grow. "Come here~!" He playfully demanded, hands reaching out for her as he pulled her down with him, happily humming when she was laying on his chest. "Can you believe we're actually gonna live together from now on?" He asked, and she shook her head, moving around a bit so she straddled him, sat on his thighs as he suddenly watches her with hooded eyes, hands on her hips as his thumbs move in circles over the skin underneath her sweater- his sweater. "Hm.. I mean.." He offered, suddenly moving to sit up, changing position as she's now underneath him, his hair tickling her face slightly when he begins to kiss against her pulse. "I was about to ask if we should at least put up the bedframe, but having a mattress on the floor.." He started, hands wandering underneath the clothing of his she wore as he continued in a low voice. "..means I can't break the bed this time." He said, and she giggled at that, remembering the time their time together had been roughly interrupted by the weak frame of his old bed breaking. "Oh, my puppy thinks that's funny?" He wonders, making her grin as he kissed her deeply.

Moments like these made her almost forget the stereotypes she'd grown up with during her live- since Jungkook was nothing like the typically depicted rabbit hybrids. Because right now the roles seemed completely reversed, as he mouthed at her neck, feeling her pulse race as he continued to map out her body with just his hands, no need to watch where they were, able to seemingly paint a picture of her by touch at this point. Clothes suddenly seemed to tight, itchy, as if bitten by a mosquito. She whined as he chuckled darkly, helping her out of his sweater as he immediately grabbed her breasts, kneading them before he continued to undress her, making quick work of her shorts as he pulled down her underwear as well- her already glistening center clinging to the damp fabric of her underwear as she squirmed, making him humm in appreciation. He pulled his own shirt over his head as well, revealing his body to her as the sun outside painted glowing stripes onto it, the blinds drawing patterns on her skin as well. He finally freed himself from the confines of his own underwear as well, standing proud and ready as she became restless.

"Hm, puppy wants to be filled up yeah?" He asked with a teasing undertone, proudly making use of the privilege to be able to call her that- since she hated it when others did it. It was the same the other way around however; typically, being called a 'bunny' was an absolute insult to him, but for some reason it seemed like a cute nickname coming from her. Maybe he was just whipped. Or maybe she was just privileged as well.

He entered her slowly as he sighed alongside her, not wasting any time as he fell into rhythm, hips thrusting forwards as her hands reached for his, intertwining their fingers as he felt his soul warm up at the gesture. He felt so loved, so cherished, it made him fear for his heart, as he swore it stopped every time he was close to her like this. He felt complete, like he'd found his soulmate, his other half- it didn't matter to him what she was. Sure, his parents were a bit dissapointed since they couldn't have kids naturally because of this, but they both could always adopt in the future. Thinking about it made his heart swell as he thought about her, caring for their kids, making this small apartment into a family home one day. Maybe it was instinct, but he'd already been driven nuts by the way she'd helped him choose furniture and wallpaper for the small living space they'd be sharing; the simple fact that she wanted to make their apartment into a home feeding his inner instincts to build a home to keep her safe in.

He felt her legs shake a bit as he shifted a bit, making her whine as he suddenly picked up his pace, sweat already slowly beginning to coat his skin as he didn't seem to notice how the sound of skin against skin still echoed in the almost empty room since it lacked furniture- but it didn't matter for now anyways. They'd both fill it with things and memories of the both of them, and he couldn't wait for it. He huffed a bit as he moved, leaning down a bit to rest his forehead against her neck as she bared it for him, a natural instinct of hers to submit to him even if he was of another species with no need of such gestures. He'd adapted to it however, gently biting the skin as he felt her shiver underneath him, a sign that she was getting close. "Hm my baby wanna cum?" He asked, gently beginning to tease her as she nodded, eyes closed in bliss. "You want a knot huh?" He asked, and she shook her head no, as he chuckled. He'd felt a bit insecure the first few times around as he knew how things worked for canine hybrids, worried that he maybe couldn't give her what she wanted or needed, yet she'd always reassured him. Now it was more like a teasing thing for him, and a way to tickle a praise out of her- a way of reminding himself that she loved him just as much as she did her. "No? You don't?" She shook her head again, her fingers holding his hands tighter. "What do you want then, huh?" He asked with a grin as she whined.

"You- you, only want ngh.. only need Kookie-!" She pressed out, and he hummed approvingly, his thrusts beginning to grow sloppy as he neared his end.

"That's right, only me, only mine, yeah?" He asked, and she nodded, suddenly opening mouth as her head buried itself into the mattress below her, clenching around him as he groaned out, burying himself deep inside her as he spilled. "Thats it, take it like a puppy- good girl!" He praised, making her whine as he leaned his body down, kissing her neck, her throat, and then her lips as they both calmed down from their highs, breathing slowly growing more and more even as he moved a bit to grab a box as he slid it towards him, rummaging through it before he took out a roll of kitchen towels, grabbing a few as he slipped out of her, carefully catching his release and her own juices as to not make a mess. He had a gentle smile on his face as he carefully cleaned her up before he stood, walking towards another box where he pulled out a large pillow and a few blankets, instincts taking over as he began to cover her now rapidly cooling body in soft fabrics before cuddling up next to her, pulling another blanket over his own form as he made sure his partner was comfortable. She slipped out of her makeshift blanket burrito to invite him in, making him grin his signature bunny smile as he held her close, skin on skin as he closed his eyes, the only light in the room the streetlamps outside.

This already felt like home.

[sonnetthebard]

can you do a oneshot with peip spy paul and secret ccrp boss melissa? (yeah this is cause of the stuff sent to hatchetfieldtheories so what lmfao)

Um hell yeah I will! I have read the original theory, but you're also going to get my take on it because I got ideas just by reading the prompt lol. Apparently @hatchetfieldtheories and I are now getting lumped together and I am perfectly okay with that.

Genre: Action/ Thriller kinda?

Words: 2727 (once again... perfect)

TL;DR: Paul's cover as a PEIP agent is blown, and he finally gets to meet exactly who he's fighting against.

TW: Swearing, Guns, Violence, Murder, Blood.

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Paul sighed, reading over his report before he sent it in. Was the report work related? No. Well... yes and no. Not for his job at CCRP technical. But as an agent of PEIP? It held information that could be absolutely crucial to the work they were doing. So it kind of had to be perfect. One mistype, a spelling mistake, could change the entire context of how it was read and how his superiors reacted. Perfection was key. Especially with what he had found. God, had he found out a lot.

Paul hadn't originally worked for PEIP. No. No, it was a bit of a long story. But... to sum it up, Paul had been caught dead in the centre of a world-ending event. An attack from what had looked like aliens at first but was actually an entity named Pokotho- or Pokey. Paul had very nearly died. He'd almost caused the end of the world. He had almost thrown a grenade dead into the centre of the meteor that was playing host to Pokey and his hivemind formula- which would have simply spread the spores. Luckily, one PEIP field agent- a Xander Lee- had managed to keep himself safe while his unit was infected, and he was able to stop Paul before he made a world-ending mistake.

Xander, through a lot of science Paul did *not* understand, was able to send Pokey back into his own dimension. The world was saved. It still kind of felt like a sci-fi fever dream. Most days, it still didn't feel real. The Hive had healed those it had destroyed, so... most people came back. Not Charlotte or Sam, because they weren't technically killed by the Hive. But Ted, Bill, Alice, Deb, Emma, and even Hidgens were back completely unscathed. Paul and Emma had actually gotten a chance to go to that movie. They were dating now. For three months, to the day. Paul had a bouquet of roses ready to surprise her with after work. He knew she wasn't usually big on the sappy romance stuff, but... he kinda was.

It was about a week after what was now widely known as the 'apotheosis' had passed when Paul got an email from Xander asking a favour. A very classified favour. Since Paul knew about PEIP and what it stood for. Apparently, they'd been picking up suspicious activity from CCRP for months, and they'd been trying to figure out which of their agents to send undercover. But every alias they'd made up had been rejected for an interview. So Xander got the idea that since Paul worked there, maybe he could keep an eye out for them. And as dangerous as it seemed... Paul said yes. The work PEIP did was too important to risk delaying. He was briefed through text, and he learned his job online in a matter of days. Ever since, he had been PEIP's agent in CCRP. And PEIP was more than right to be concerned.

Paul hummed, satisfied with his report. It was concise, precise, and detailed everything he'd seen. Which was a lot. This week... this week, he'd finally made his breakthrough. He was able to sneak to a higher level. Sylvia's level. She was talking on the phone about temporal breaches, trans-dimensional fluctuations, and lots of other jargon he didn't even come close to understanding. He'd bugged her office with a microphone PEIP had sent him so that they would understand more clearly. And when he'd snuck to the lower level, he was finally able to get past that second level of security. And what he'd found there was... eerie. He hadn't gone in. He just looked through the window. But it appeared there were hundreds, if not thousands, of... himself. Just standing there. He'd left a camera. Needless to say the report was more than full of information.

Paul heard the click of heels behind him and he quickly pressed send, closing the tab. He faked looking through his analytics before the clicking stopped. Paul could practically feel the presence looming behind him. At first, he just kept working as if he didn't notice. But... then it started to bug him. Because whoever the heeled coworker was who had stopped behind him was, they hadn't moved yet. He slowly turned, trying not to show any nerves. But he was a terrible liar, so he had a feeling that wasn't working. In front of him stood... oh good, Melissa. He sighed in relief.

"Hey Melissa. How's it going?" Paul asked.

"I need to see you for a moment... in Mr. Davidson's office." Melissa told him shyly.

"You need to see me?" Paul asked, still getting up nonetheless. This was Melissa. She was a sweetheart. She probably had a computer problem.

"Yeah... don't worry, it won't take of your much time." Melissa bit her lip, walking away. Paul followed.

"Did Davidson's computer crash because of that solitaire again?" Paul guessed.

"Um... no. No, this isn't about Mr. Davidson's computer." Melissa chuckled nervously.

"Uh oh... Paul's getting called to the principal's office!" Ted taunted teasingly.

"Shut up, Ted!" Bill groaned. "I'm trying to finish my report! Can I not have peace for five minutes?"

"You can... if you move to another department." Ted smirked. Paul only knew he was smirking because Ted had popped his head over the cubicle to watch him go by.

"I'm not in any trouble." Paul rolled his eyes. "Go back to what you were doing."

"Alright, alright!" Ted snickered, raising his hands defensively and lowering back into the cubicle.

"Sorry about him." Paul sighed, seeing the way Melissa blushed. "I swear he's not as much of an asshole as he seems most of the time."

"Oh, it's fine." Melissa shrugged. She walked into Davidson's office. Suddenly, her demeanor completely switched. "Ken, I'm going to need this office for a minute."

"What?" Paul blinked, his heart immediately sinking to his stomach. There was a pit in his stomach, and it was growing by the minute.

"Sure thing, Mel." Mr. Davidson nodded, getting up and walking out of the office.

"What's going on?" Paul asked, though there was no one specifically he was speaking to. He was just very confused.

"Why don't we sit?" Melissa offered, confidence oozing off of her as she took Davidson's seat behind the desk.

"Um... okay." Paul nodded warily, taking a seat. "Melissa..."

"Let me do the talking for now, Paul." Melissa sighed, leaning forward on the desk.

"Alright." Paul blushed, already intimidated. Yeah, he was totally agent material.

"You probably think you've been pretty slick, don't you?" Melissa chuckled lowly, looking at the cowering bundle of nerves before her. "Slipping bugs all over the facilities, sending your little reports while you're supposed to be writing reports for us... quite the secret agent, aren't you?"

"I... don't know what you're talking about." Paul lied.

"Paul, you're not that bright." Melissa scoffed. "In all your stealth and espionage, you seem to have forgotten that we have security cameras."

"On those floors?" Paul blinked. "I... didn't see any feed from them when I checked."

"Well we're not going to stream it to where anyone can see it!" Melissa rolled her eyes. "And you know exactly why."

"Yeah... yeah, I probably shouldn't have just assumed..." Paul sighed.

"So you admit it then? You're a spy?" Melissa checked.

"Well... yeah. Yeah I am." Paul sighed.

"For PEIP?" Melissa clarified.

"Who?" Paul tried to lie again.

"Paul, you used our network to send your files." Melissa rolled her eyes.

"Yeah, but I followed their..." Paul muttered.

"Which we're well aware of here, and well aware of how to overrule." Melissa sighed. "Really, Paul... you're sloppy."

"I'm not trained." Paul blushed.

"I figured as much." Melissa scoffed. "So they pulled you over to the dark side?"

"They saved my life during the apotheosis..." Paul shrugged. "When they told me something might be up here, I knew I had to help. And they were right, Melissa. Stuff is going on here."

"I know." Melissa smirked. "I oversee it all."

"You?" Paul raised his brows, a bit taken aback.

"Me." Melissa smirked. "You're probably thinking it's a bit weird... me, being in charge, choosing to take on the role of a secretary."

"I'm honestly just trying to wrap my head around you being in charge in general." Paul muttered.

"You want to know why?" Melissa asked. It was, of course, rhetorical. "It's actually pretty simple. The CCRP Technical department had some good cloning candidates. I wanted to be close to the action. Hand-pick who we used. And who would ever suspect anything of the shy, sweet secretary? You certainly didn't."

"So you hand-picked me?" Paul blinked in shock. He was doing a lot of that.

"You're a good size, amiable personality... smart enough, though evidently no genius." Melissa reasoned. "You, in mass, would make a great crew of workers for the Moon Project."

"Moon Project?" Paul asked.

"Oh, you've barely scratched the surface on what we're doing here, Paul." Melissa chuckled darkly. "But you won't be getting any further."

"What are you going to do to me?" Paul shrugged, a faux confidence in his tone. "There are people out there who know me. If I just go missing, they're going to get suspicious."

"Oh... Paul, you think I would tell you?" Melissa started to laugh. "You're so sweet! No. No, we won't be doing anything to you right now. But... let's just say PEIP won't be getting any reports from you in the near future."

"You brought me here just to tell me that?" Paul asked apprehensively. "To gloat?"

"Just to let you know that we knew, yes." Melissa sighed, she pulled out a cellphone, diverting most of her attention to it. "I like to deal with things myself. Handle things face-to-face."

"What are you doing?" Paul asked, a pit growing in his stomach as he watched the way she tapped at the screen.

"Wouldn't you like to know..." Melissa mumbled. "Go home, Paul. Take the rest of the night off. Go to your girlfriend's coffee shop. Bring her the flowers. Happy three months, by the way."

"I want to know what you're doing." Paul stated firmly. Melissa looked up at him before starting to laugh.

"Well isn't that just too fucking bad!" Melissa snickered. "Go. Before I call Ken back in and make you go."

"Okay..." Paul relented, getting up. He looked her dead in the eyes. "If PEIP is concerned about the work here, so am I. This isn't over."

"Yes it is, Paul." Melissa sighed. "Have a nice life."

"Life?" Paul blinked, freezing in the doorway.

"Sorry, did I say life?" Melissa chuckled. "I meant night."

"Right..." Paul bit his lip, admittedly uneasy. He tried to walk silently back to his cubicle... but with Ted Spankoffski around, there was no way he was getting out of this unscathed.

"So, did you get fired?" Ted popped up.

"Nope. Everything is fine. Davidson just needed a bit of help with his computer." Paul lied.

"Shit, he told me I'd be able to fix it next time!" Ted grumbled. "Is he giving you a bonus for it?"

"Nope. It was just a favour." Paul sighed.

"Damn... you fucking pushover." Ted snickered.

"Yeah, I get it, I let people walk all over me." Paul rolled his eyes. He picked up the bouquet of flowers from his cubicle, continuing to walk for the door.

"Hey, where are you going?" Ted furrowed his brows.

"As a thank you, he's letting me off early. So I can surprise Emma." Paul smirked. "We've been dating for three months to the day."

"Yeah you have... give her butt an extra squeeze for me, horndog." Ted teased. Paul blushed.

"Fuck you!" He called back, making his way out the door.

Paul felt something off the minute he stepped outside the CCRP building. Something deep in his bones. He physically shuddered under the weight of it, but... what could he do but keep walking. Yeah... yeah, it was probably just him feeling uneasy after the conversation he'd just had, right? Right... he was okay. Everything was okay. They were probably just gonna put a block on his communications with PEIP. No biggie. He'd survive it. He'd figure out another way to spy, and to get his findings to Xander. Everything was going to be just fine. He was going to be just fine.

He rounded a corner, walking across the street to Beanies. Just as he was about to reach for the door handle he felt a hand cover his mouth and another wrap around his waist, pulling him back. He tried shouting and screaming, but it was muffled. He resisted as much as he possibly could, but this person was stronger than him. Finally, they stopped in an alley, and the hand was removed from his mouth. Paul took a few deep breaths, setting the flowers down and raising his hands in surrender. At about the same time, he felt cool metal pressed to his temple. What a time to be mugged.

"I don't have anything on me to give to you. I used all my cash at lunch. All that's in my wallet is my driver's license." Paul stated levelly. "Believe me. You've got the wrong guy."

"No, Paul... I haven't." An almost identical voice sighed behind him. Paul blinked in confusion. He made a very, very stupid move and turned in the man's arms while his grip was a bit looser. He found himself staring dead in the eyes at... himself. His eyes widened. "You have everything I've ever wanted."

"You..." Paul breathed, before becoming suddenly very aware of the metal on his head. He took a sideways glance, seeing that it was a gun. He had thought it was, just... best to be sure. "Please. Please, you don't have to do this."

"Yes I do. It's either this or the moon, and... I don't want to go to the moon." The other Paul told him, voice shaky. He moved his finger to the trigger, hesitating. "Thank you. For the memories. For giving me the life I'm about to live."

Bang! There was smoke, and then a thud. Paul- the original one- fell to the ground, limp and lifeless. The death was almost instant, just as Paul 23 had predicted that it would be. He'd let go at the right time... and he hadn't gotten any blood on himself. It really had been his day! His cell malfunctioned and opened for him. Then he found the gun just... hanging there on the rack. He was free and armed, and ready to carry out everything he had fantasized about since he was made! It was like the stars had aligned for him! And as a cherry on top... Paul had even brought flowers. If the memories planted in his head were any indication, it was his and Emma's three-month-iversary. These would be absolutely perfect!

He stepped over his lifeless counterpart, rushing to get to the flowers before the puddle of blood forming by Paul's head got to them. he picked up the flowers tenderly, grinning. He took a look one final time at the original Paul, the the flowers. He set the flowers down, picking up Paul and propping him on a dumpster. He pulled out a small chip, slipping it in the appropriate place under his tongue. The finishing touch to his plan. Now... they would think this Paul was him. That he'd managed to erase his tattoo. He tossed the Paul in a CCRP marked dumpster, sighing.

He picked the flowers back up, walking out of the alley. God, this was great! He was about to finally step into the life that was rightly his. His brothers, the other clones, would kill to be him. But of course he wasn't actually going to let them kill him. No, unlike the real Paul, he knew to always be on the lookout. He knew he would never be safe. But for now... was it ever going to be worth it. He walked up to the door at Beanies, walking in. He saw Emma at the counter, and... he couldn't hide his excitement. He beamed, grinning widely. Like a small child. He walked up to her, holding the flowers out for the love of his life.

"Hey, Emma... Happy Three Months!"

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Loving You Too Late

[ day 3 | angstaggedon masterlist ]

Pairing: Frankie “Catfish” Morales x Reader

Word count: 4.6K

Summary: You and Frankie have loved each other for a long time. You’re just a little out of synch.

Warnings: Angst, a tad bit of cheating (more like brief romantic overlap), language, main characters being idiots, oh and theres a funeral too

Credits: A massive thank you to @chaotic-noceur​ and @din-damn-djarin​ for beta reading and listening to me complain about how much of an idiot I am for deciding to write this! I don’t know that I would have finished it without your encouragement and now it’s the longest oneshot in my repertoire!

A/N: “Let’s write oneshots!” we said. “It’ll be fun!” we said. “Just connect the bullet points!” we said… 4.6K words later. Yeah we really have no self control at all do we?

You and Frankie had known one another pretty much all your lives. Your parents both had cottages on the same small lake where you would spend most of your summers. His place was just two doors down from your own so you knew who he was through community events and simply for being the “Morales Kid”. You hadn’t really gotten to know him until one summer when you applied for a job at the general store just across the lake. He was working stocking shelves the same year. You don’t think you’ll ever forget that first shift you shared together. You hadn’t seen him in a couple of years and you could hardly believe the name tag clipped to his shirt labelled “Frankie” when you first set eyes on him. He’d grown up a lot in the meantime. He was taller, his shoulders had broadened and he was more solidly built than the lanky little kid you’d known him as for so long. But the mop of wild chestnut curls on top of his head that he hid under a beat-up and salt-stained truckers cap assured you it was him. 

It was the boredom of day-long shifts in the near-empty store that made the two of you overcome your timid demeanours. It started with you offering him a soda on one of your lunch breaks. That turned into long conversations with one another when your boss was nowhere to be seen, sending goofy looks to each other over the shoulders of unsuspecting customers, and stealing the occasional ice cream from the freezer. Soon just hanging out at work turned into hanging out whenever you got the chance. You peering over his shoulder as he tinkered with boat motors he’d salvaged from the brink of death. Him timing you when you would swim lengths between the neighbour’s dock and your own. Before you knew it you were taking any excuse you could to spend time with one another, until it came to the point where you didn’t even need an excuse at all. Suddenly you and this shy kid with his feet on the ground and his head in the clouds were inseparable.

Of course, Frankie being Frankie didn’t realize what that clenching feeling that rose in his chest every time he set eyes on you was until it wasn’t there anymore. Summer had to come to an end at some point, and with it you two were reluctantly dragged away to your respective ends of the state to finish off school. The almost seven-hour drive between you complicated your usual hangout rituals but you took to calling one another whenever you got the chance. Frankie’s friends would tease him for it but he practically sprinted across the room whenever the phone rang. He had thick skin. He brushed them off when they would hoot or holler and make kissing sounds at the mention of your name. “She’s not my girlfriend.” He would remind them through an irritated roll of his eyes whenever they would ask about you. What he hadn’t realized was that the annoyance he felt towards them wasn’t because of their mocking tone or their rowdy demeanours but because a part of him wished you were.

It was a Friday night after you had ended your call with a heavy yawn and an apology that you had to go to sleep because you were up early that morning. A goofy smile lingered on his face as he flopped back into his bed, that infectious laugh of yours was still ringing in his ears when that feeling washed over him again. The same one that made his stomach flip when you would shoot him a grin from the checkout of the shop. The one that made his blood boil when his friends would joke at him for making you up. The one that made his heart break when the line went dead after you hung up. The one that made his palms sweat and his heart hammer against his ribcage at the mere thought of you. Suddenly it hit him like a freight train all at once. It was too obvious to deny any more. He was completely, absolutely and utterly head over heels for you.

But as school work ramped up and your agenda got fuller and fuller, your calls became fewer and farther in between. A quick ‘hello’, ‘what’s new?’, ‘nothing much’ and a ‘sorry, I gotta go’. There were a few times where he almost let it slip. The conversation would come to a lull and his eyes would fall to his feet. His hand would instinctively come to scratch the back of his neck as he readjusted his grip on the phone. He would even start the sentence. “Listen, uh” Then he’d shake the thought away. As desperate as he had grown to tell you how he felt he couldn’t bring himself to do it over the phone. He needed to see your face. He wanted to lock his gaze onto those beautiful eyes of yours and see your reaction. His skin crawled at the idea of the words tumbling out of his mouth only for you to go silent and that dreaded tone to ring through the line telling him you had hung up. He would tell you this summer, he promised himself. Just a few months. He could hang on that long. 

Which he did. He had a speech planned by the time he watched your car pull up the driveway to the small wooden cabin you called your home every summer. A smile broke across his face as he stood up from the doorstep where he had been waiting to greet you. You came barrelling out of the car the moment it came to a full stop, just about knocking him over with the force you collided to envelop him in a tight hug. 

“Why are you crying, you big baby?” He teased when you pulled away only for him to see your eyes were watery with unshed tears. 

“Because I missed you, you idiot!” You force out a laugh, whacking the visor on his cap lightly so it fell down in over his line of sight before wiping away the damp from around your temples with the heel of your palm.

Frankie’s heart is hammering in his chest when he parts his lips to speak again. He’s got the words on the tip of his tongue when a voice he doesn’t recognize emerges from behind you. “So you’re the famous Frankie I’ve heard so much about!” He feels the smile on his face drop the moment his eyes fall on the stranger in question who has now tucked his arm around your waist. “I’m Mike.” He says, an amiable smile on his face as he extends a free hand to shake. Frankie hesitates a moment, his confession from before still lodged in the back of his throat. He has to choke it down with a curt smile before he accepts the gesture. He’s not sure how long he stands there, politely nodding along to the conversation, his mind elsewhere as you make introductions he’s not ready to hear. You looked so happy together he can’t help but feel out of place. He’s not even sure what words he used to excuse himself as he retreats down the beaten dirt path that leads back to his place. 

He’d never felt his emotions flip on their head so fast he felt he might have vertigo. Yet here he was, his head spinning and the taste of bile bitter on his tongue. He felt like a fool. Wracking his brain for any sign you could’ve given him, any warning that would have told him to stop. Stop loving you as though that were a thing that was within his power to do. He’s got every phone call you had shared since you left playing on repeat in his head but he keeps coming up empty. You gave him nothing. That or he was too selfishly consumed in his own ardency for you that it hadn’t even occurred to him that you might already have your own… for someone else.

“Hey, where were you?” You asked him from where you’d perched yourself on the stretch of dock just in front of the boathouse. His boathouse. Your toes just barely skimmed the surface of the calm water sending ripples across the lake. It had been three days that you hadn’t seen him, a long stretch by your standards. At first, you had simply put it down to him being busy. Maintaining his parent’s property was no small feat and there was no one there to help him yet this season. But the longer you went without a sign of him the more worried you started to get. 

“Had to pick up gas for the boat.” He said, jostling the jerrycan in his grasp and you formed your mouth into an ‘o’ as you nodded in understanding.

“Did it strand you in the middle of the lake again?” You ask a smug grin pulling at the corner of your lip as you recall the time you saw him fruitlessly rowing the old fishing boat against the wind with only one ore and had to go out there and rescue him yourself.

“No,” He scolds you genially as he comes to sit next to you with a heavy sigh. “...not this time.” He adds, causing an affable chuckle, one that made his heart skip a beat in his chest, to escape you. It’s only when he catches himself staring at your up-quirked lips that he has to clear his throat. A pang of guilt that hasn’t quite become custom yet is nagging at the back of his mind as his gaze falls in front of him. 

“Where’s Mike?” He asks hesitantly, not entirely sure he wants an answer to that question yet.

“He left this morning.” You say. He hates that the sombre note to your voice actually gives him an ounce of hope for a moment. “He has to be back in town for work on Monday.”

“Ah, a city boy.” Frankie teases in an attempt to muffle his own disappointment and you jostle him with your shoulder chidingly.

“Hey, lay off.” You laugh softly before your tone shifts and those upturned corners of your mouth drop wistfully. “I thought you’d like him.” You said, quieter now as though you weren’t convinced you wanted him to hear it. 

He hated the way you looked up at him, your eyes blown wide with such expectation. He hated that his opinion mattered and that it wasn’t the one you wanted to hear. Because that was just it. Frankie did like him. Or at least he couldn’t bring himself to hate him. He should like him and yet the mere mention of ‘Mike’ made him want to punch a wall. He’d been hiding away this entire weekend because he could hardly stand the thought of looking you in the eye when he couldn’t tell you the one thing that had been playing in his mind on a loop for months. Yet here you were, forcing his hand and he couldn’t even be mad about it. He was just so desperate to be near you.

“I- yeah.” He clears his throat as his gaze falls to the water, and a pregnant pause fills the air. You purse your lips as it hits you that he’s less enthused about this introduction than you had hoped he would be. “Why didn’t you tell me about him?” He huffs out softly through an obviously feigned attempt at a smile. But the truth was you didn’t know. Or at least you didn’t want to know. You couldn’t figure out why but something in the back of your mind had told you it would hurt him. And with the look on his face as you tried to come up with a decent answer, he was beginning to prove you right. 

“I don’t know.”

You hadn’t intended for it to work out this way. But that just so happened to be the last conversation you had with him. You left for university and the next thing you heard, he had shipped out and joined the army. Perhaps it would have stung a little less had he been the one to tell you, but you had to hear it through your parents when you went home for mid-term break. Everything about the way you left things with him made you sick to your stomach. You had drifted apart from your fair share of friends over the years. It was never easy. It always hurts. But it had never hurt like this. It took you years to find out why.

“Whatever happened to you two?” Margaret, the next-door neighbour who lived just between your cottage and Frankie’s, asked, looking fondly at the scrapbook in her lap. “You were always so cute together.” She added, her voice warbling with what she excused as ‘age’. She had come over briefly to borrow something when you invited her in for a drink and she caught sight of the picture book on the coffee table.

“Who?” You asked, leaning over to take a look at the photo. “Oh, we weren’t… together.” You interjected, feeling childish for the way you avoided the implication that you and Frankie had ever been a couple at all costs. 

“Really?” She asked, leaning back to quirk an eyebrow at you skeptically. “Try telling him that.” She scoffed, plucking another photo from the binder. It was the two of you at the end of your dock. You were flaunting the tiny ass fish you had caught for the camera as though you had just caught that night’s dinner. But what grabbed your attention wasn’t the goofy look on your face, the ridiculous stance you had adopted, or the fish you were holding cautiously at an arm’s length. It was Frankie, his gaze set unflinchingly on you.

“Really, we were just… friends.” You try to explain, but you’re too distracted by the admiring look in his eyes and lopsided grin at his lips to sound entirely convinced by yourself. 

“All I know is that the way he is looking at you,” she says, prodding a shaky finger at the photograph, “is not how friends look at one another.” She concluded before dropping the subject altogether. 

Sure, it had crossed your mind from time to time. The idea of you and Frankie being together wasn’t all too outlandish. You could see how she might have been confused after all. You got along well, you spent a lot of time together, you cared about him deeply and dare you say you even loved him but- 

You loved him. 

The thought had implanted itself in your mind before you could even process it and suddenly you couldn’t believe what you were admitting. Staring down the snapshot of your former self now, all you could do was wonder why the hell you couldn’t have caught on sooner. Why you couldn’t have turned around in that moment, seen him and had it all snap into place before you managed to fuck it up so royally. Why...Why did you have to fuck it up? Your mind snapped back to the night before you left that summer. You hugged him and you could still feel the lurch in your chest, not unlike the one you were experiencing now, from when his grip on you lingered a few moments longer than usual. 

You were scared.

Scared because you had never done this before. You had never been in love or fallen out of it, and you had convinced yourself the only outcome was heartbreak. Scared because if things went south, you would lose not only the person you had ever loved like that but your best friend too and that was too high a price for you to pay. Scared because you didn’t want to hurt him just because you knew you were too afraid to take the leap. 

Turns out you managed to do that anyway. 

So now, as much as you wanted to- as much as your heart bled for you to march down to his place and bang on his front door until he was forced to open up, you knew you were too late. He was stationed god knows where with a whole new life of his own. You probably couldn’t even get a hold of him now if you tried. So you didn’t. Instead you cleared your throat, took a sip of water and asked Margaret if she had any big plans for the summer. 

You thought you had moved on. Which was why you weren’t looking for him when you attended the very same Margaret’s funeral six years later. You weren’t searching for him when you caught sight of a familiar silhouette a couple meters ahead of you and you certainly weren’t trying to grab his attention when you snatched that trucker’s cap off his head on your way into the church for the service. 

“Really? At a funeral? You’re wearing a suit.” You chided as he whipped around, his hand instinctively going to smooth down his hair as his eyes fell on you. He hesitated a moment, his mouth agape as he took you in. Your immediate assumption was that he didn’t want to see you, that perhaps time alone doesn’t heal all wounds and as much as you had hoped this would be easy, as much as you wished you could fall back into old habits as though nothing had happened, you were different people now. It had been twelve years after all. A wave of panic rose in your chest as you tried to fill the silence. “I didn’t think you owned one of those.” You joked. ‘Sure, tease him more. That’ll help’ you cursed yourself but you were relieved when a soft chuckle escaped him.

“No, I uh, I had to borrow it.” He huffed out. He was sure his cheeks were on fire with the heat that had flooded them all of a sudden. He froze the moment he laid eyes on you. He hadn’t done that in years and suddenly he felt himself being reduced to some teenage crush that made his heart stutter and his palms sweat. “Y- You look good.” He remarked, still feeling out of his element in the ill-fitting suit as he watched you, beautiful as ever, toying with the brim of his hat.

“So do you.” You said, biting back the smile that threatened to break across your face. This clearly wasn’t the place. You wound up sitting together for the rest of the ceremony, dropping by the reception for a moment to pay your respects, then inviting him for a drink at the bar just down the street so you could catch up properly. There was a moment’s pause where you thought he might turn you down. He probably had things to get back to in his limited time back in town and who were you to get in the way of that? But instead he shot you a classic Frankie smile, one you hadn’t seen in a long time, and you wound up reliving memories of summers passed in the dingy leather clad booth for hours.

It was as you emptied out into the parking lot. It was late and you both had places to be in the morning. Perhaps you’d had a bit too much to drink or maybe it was just that magnetic pull you always seemed to feel when you were around him. His head was thrown back in laughter over something you had said and his features, aged slightly from the time that had elapsed but still carrying those undefinably ‘Frankie’ qualities you had fallen in love with in the first place, had been outlined in the dull glow of the orange street light a couple meters away. For one glimmering moment you felt as though you had been handed a second chance. The one you had told yourself it wasn’t possible and that even if it were you were too late. But you had lived through that loss. The one that had paralyzed you with fear and self doubt for so long. You had suffered the aftermath and you had missed him so deeply you felt you were missing a part of yourself. And now he was standing right here in front of you. You weren’t about to let him slip through your fingers again.

“Frankie, I loved you.” You blurted out suddenly only to watch the smile that had been plastered to his face drop in the blink of an eye. ‘Well you sure had a funny way of showing it’ was his immediate thought but he was too stunned to get that out.

“You what?” He asked, not because your words hadn’t reached his ears but because he couldn’t seem to make sense of them. He had spent so long thinking you simply weren’t interested in him. That he wasn’t good enough or that he would always be playing second fiddle to someone else. Someone better suited for you, that you actually felt something for.

“I said I-” 

“No, I heard you.” He clarified but the clip to his tone and that look in his eye told you that you had overstepped. That you had just undone all the progress you’d made over the past couple hours. That this time you wouldn’t be able to rebuild the bridges you had just demolished so carelessly. How was it that he was always the one to suffer for your mistakes?

“Frankie I’m sorry, I never meant-” You didn’t even get to finish your sentence before his lips were firmly planted on your own, a hand splayed against the small of your back, pulling you in towards him. You had to grip his upper arm just to keep yourself from toppling over from the sheer momentum of it all. Your heartbeat was pounding in your ears and you were sure the alcohol in your veins wasn’t helping the way your head was spinning but something clicked in your mind. It felt so right being in his arms, so comfortable, safe and familiar like this was the only place you were ever meant to be. You had just about gotten over the shock of it all, your muscles relaxing and your hand coming to cradle the nape of his neck when as quickly as they had arrived his lips were gone. He hovered there a moment, his breath, still heavy with fervor, was fanning over your top lip and his eyes were screwed shut tight as though if he opened them you would have disappeared. He just needed a moment longer before the stage set collapsed. Just a second... but it was already too late.

“Fuck,” He muttered more to himself but it made you shift awkwardly on your feet anyways as he pulled away, straightening back up to his full height. You felt much smaller now as you looked up at him. “Fuck, we shouldn’t have- I shouldn’t have done that.” He stammered out suddenly, eyes pleading when all you wanted was for him to do it again.

“Frankie it’s fine, really, I-“ You went to explain, your fingertips reaching out to lace in his own but he flinched away the moment you made contact, his hand retracting as he stepped back to place some distance between you with a clearing of his throat.

“I should- I should go.” He gulped back, an apologetic look flashing over his features once more before he turned to walk away. You had to choke down the sting at the back of your throat, and bite back your quivering lip as you watched him leave. You weren’t quite sure what you had done wrong but any words in protest seem to catch on their way out. You felt powerless to anything but watch it all unfurl. 

You didn’t sleep that night, thoughts still reeling from the events of that evening. You tossed and turned until sunlight poured through your curtains and you were forced to give up. You weren’t ready to admit to yourself that that was it. That you had already screwed up your second chance, your final chance. Before you were even sure of what you were doing you had the number he had given you last night dialed into your phone, the tone ringing out a few too many times before you heard him finally pick up. “Hey, uh, it’s me. Listen, I just wanted to say that I know last-”

“Hello?” But the voice that came out from the other end of the line was not one that you recognized. It was a woman. You stopped dead in your tracks, your words lodging somewhere in the back of your throat.

“Sorry, I must have the wrong number. Is this Frankie Morales’ phone?” You stammered out, your words struggling to catch up with the thoughts spinning through your mind.

“No, this is the right number. He just stepped into the shower.” The mystery woman explained. “Can I take a message for you?”

“No thats- Can I ask who’s speaking?” You asked. You could already feel tears stinging at your eyes as the pieces started to fall into place. Why he pulled away, why he ran off and left you stunned in the parking lot of a small town bar after the best damn kiss of your entire life. The best damn kiss because it was with him...

“Jeanine,” She said and quite suddenly you felt like an idiot. You hadn’t even considered this outcome. That maybe your second chance wasn’t a chance at all. That you were foolish enough to think someone wouldn’t have smartened up and realized how remarkable he was before you.

“Jeanine…” You weren’t even aware you had repeated the name until it had slipped off your tongue, your voice weak and disbelieving. 

“His fiance.” She confirmed. You had to bite your knuckle to hold back the silent sob threatening to pry its way past your lips, white hot tears now breeching your waterline and streaming freely down your cheeks. You couldn’t even find it in yourself to dislike her. She was perfectly polite- probably perfect for him.  

“Right, of course.” You shake your head, attempting to get your breathing back under control before uttering your next words. You wanted to be mad at him for making you the other woman- for letting you become the other woman. For not telling you. But you couldn’t even manage that. It was your own doing. All you had done was rub salt in old wounds and now you were left with the searing evidence. “I’m sorry to bother you. I’ll- I’ll call back later.” You lie before hanging up. The line goes dead and the silence that surrounds you now is deafening as you slump back down onto your bed. 

And that was it. The end of something that never even began. You missed your chance. You were too late and now you were the one who would suffer for it. For knowing what his lips tasted like on your own, knowing the completeness you felt in his arms, and knowing you would never be able to feel it again.

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[thedailyotaku]

on the way home. (Azami X Kumon oneshot)

Summer is almost over and autumn will come soon. There goes the school bell, ringing that it's time to go home. I stood up and picked up my bag and head over to Azami's room to pick him up.

It's been a year since he entered my school, Tsukushi High, and we always head home together. To be honest I was happy that Azami came to my school so I can have a new friend to hang out after school. Sometimes we hang out at my favorite batting place, to the mall to check out new makeup for him and I ending up as his model to test the products. But I don't mind at all, as long he's enjoying himself.

There are times we come home late from spending too much time on our hangouts haha. I smiled as I approach Azami's room and happily greet him,

"AZAMIIII, school's out c'mon let's hang out!" I cheerfully called out as he turned to me frowning as he pick up his things.

"Alright alright no need to shout," he said and head out and I tag along.

"Azami, is there any particular place you wanna hang out today? It's gettin pretty chilly since autumn is comin' up."

"Nah I wanna head home early today, how 'bout you?" he shrugged and yawns.

"Me? Well I wanna go for a little detour but since you said you're going straight home, guess I'll go home as well."

"Well we have time thou, where is that detour you're sayin'?"

"Hehe wanna find out? Follow me." I said teasingly and dash ahead.

"Hey no fair! Get back here!" Azami yelled and dash off as well chasin' me. I laughed and ran like a mad man as I head to the place where I found a new spot for hangin' out.

It's only a few blocks away from school and no one has ever set foot on it so I wanted to show Azami this new spot to hang out. It's an empty field with a perfect spot to watch the sunset.

Finally we arrived at the empty field and I lay down on the ground, catching my breath and I saw Azami's face starin at me from above.

"You're such a dumbass, dashing off like that what if you suddenly faint from exhaustion? You know your health is not that well. You're gonna be heavy as I carry you home." He sighed and lay down as well beside me.

"Well when that happens you're still gonna carry me home right?"

"How about no?"

"EH. You're so mean Azami!" I sat up and glared at him.

"I'm kidding, you're so easy to tease haha." He laughed and sat as well. There it is again, that throbbing feeling in my chest whenever Azami smile or laughs. I wonder if I'm getting sick or something. I just laughed it off and stare at the setting sunset.

"This is a pretty cool spot to relax. When did you find this?"

"Oh. When I was runnin' late last time I passed by here and it was close to the station and no one really comes here so yeah another free space to relax and practice swings! Hehe." I laughed and Azami just looked at me, smiling.

"Well thanks for the new hang out place, maybe if we're gonna skip school let's go here since it's not that far."

"Ah! Skipping school is a no no Azami!"

"Heh, but you go along with me whenever you feel like skipping your class."

"W-Well that's only a one time event! Besides I promised Mom that I'll do well at school so I can stay at the dorms with niichan."

"Haha you really love your family Kumon, I kinda envy you." he said and stares at the sunset.

"Why though? You have Sakyo-san, the Ginsekai and Mankai as your family, also me! You're like a brother to me too, Azami." I said but I know my feelings are not merely a brotherly love. It's something else.

"Well I know that, it's just I don't know how to react back," he muttered.

"But yeah even I can't tell it in words, I can just simply show it with my actions."

"Yeah exactly! You're a good guy Azami that's why I like you so much hehe."

"Huh like?"

"Uh I mean I like you as friend! Ha ha ha..."

"You're such a weirdo sometimes Kumon, but I like that part of you. It's like your charm that people come to like you."

"Really? I'm kinda shy to hear that." I laughed and scratch my head that Azami is complimenting me.

"I'm serious, you're approachable, kind and full of energy. And I think that's really cool."

"Well you're more cooler Azami! Even though you're young, you're dependent, can fight and manly!"

"Pfft. Stop the flattering,"

"Eh~ but I'm serious, I really like those characteristics of yours Azami."

"Well it's look like we admire each other's good sides," We laughed it off and stare again at the setting sunset. Then he turns to me and chuckles,

"What's so funny?" I asked confused that he's suddenly laughing.

"Can I say something weird?"

"Yeah?"

"Well in most situations, normal couples mostly hang out here in an empty field like this to make out, but here we are, two guys chillin as we watch the sunset."

"There's nothing wrong with that though, it's just we're chillin. Couples are not the only ones can hang out in places like these haha."

"Yeah right." He said and lay down again on the grass closing his eyes.

"Hey Azami, I gotta say you're pretty good looking, and I bet you're popular with the girls at school. Is there a type you like?"

"Nah. Girls at school are annoying and noisy. But Kantoku is an exception."

"Do you like Kantoku then?"

"Yeah I like her, but not in an romantic way. I respect her as our Director and nothing else."

"Hmm I see,"

"Looks like you have more something to say, you can ask me anything if you want,"

"Anything?"

"Yeah yeah, since we're chillin' out here and all."

"Then," I paused and took a deep breath and turned to him, completely serious about what to ask.

"Hey Azami, what would you do if a guy confesses to you?" I said and he looked at me shocked and I turned away at him scratching my head. Great, you're the best Kumon, why in the world did you ask that thing? Especially to Azami. As I roast myself when Azami muttered,

"Well, I would feel weird but yeah I'll respect the guy's gut for confessing. And I-I don't know if I would like a guy..." he muttered and started to blush. I don't know if he's blushing or it's just the sunset. But I pressed my thoughts and ask him again,

"Then what would you do if I confessed to you?"

"You confessing to me?"

"Yeah." I said firmly starin into his eyes. I don't know what got into me and why am I sayin' these things.

"Well I'm flattered, that you like me. Ah I mean, why would you confess to me anyway? Are you teasing me again Kumon?"

"Why would I joke at a time like this, I'm serious, I Iike you Azami."

"Huh, what does that mean." he muttered and starts to cover his face. I chuckled and stop him from covering his face as I lean in to him. We're so close that I can feel his breath and can hear his heart beating.

"Well if you don't like it, let's just forget this happened and stay as friends. I don't want our friendship to get awkward and all haha." I smiled bitterly and starts to stand up when Azami stopped me and clutches my sleeve.

"Wait. You didn't heard my answer yet dumbass," he said and I sat down, focused about what he's going to say.

"I, I like you too Kumon. I know it's weird that we're both guys but I really admire the things you have which I don't. And yeah, ugh. You know what I mean," he said and blushes looking down at the ground.

"Haha you're so cute Azami blushing like that, oh then that means we're going out now?"

"Whatever you call it," he muttered and I hugged him so tight, I'm so happy right now coz we feel the same way. I feel I hit a homerun right now.

I smiled and stare into Azami's eyes and about to lean in for a kiss when he stop me.

"Hey just because we're going out doesn't mean we can do those things,"

"Those things?"

"Aw c'mon you know what I mean Kumon,"

"And what is that?" I asked teasingly as I lean in so close that I can just peck his lips.

"Like kissing and stuff... Wait how do guys kiss?"

"Pfft hahaha, you really gonna ask that? I'll show you," I chuckled, leaning in and pecked his lips.

"How do you know these stuffs? You don't look like the type to do these things like kissing, dumbass."

"Well I learn a one or two from Muku's shoujo mangas and there's nothing different except we're both guys haha."

"Whatever let's go home, Shitty Sakyo might yell at me again if we come home late again," he said standing up and starts to walk.

"Ahh Azami! Wait for me! You're so cruel." I pout and followed him.

I held his hand and he held back. We head home with smiles as we gaze into the starry sky as we head home.

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Thanks for reading! It's been quite a long time since I wrote a fanfic again and it's my first time writing shounen ai genre and fluff. Apologies if there are errors, typos, wrong grammars coz I wrote this in one sitting and just focused to finish it. Hope you liked it! Until then ^^

Credits to the Azami x Kumon fanart,

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[acedesigns]

Snek [Good Omens: Crowley X Reader]

Word Count: 1068

A/N: I wanted to write a shy Crowley oneshot before I went to bed.

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You were sitting in a chair Aziraphale had put out specifically for you. It was near a window in the sunlight where you liked to sprawl like a cat. The extra heat was especially nice in the winter. Plus, it provided natural light for you to read.

For the past few months, you’d visited his shop and read some of the books. At times, you’d even wear gloves while reading the books to make sure you helped preserve its contents. If Aziraphale liked his other customers, he’d say you were his favorite. Though, there was no competition there. He despised his customers.

It was due to that fact, that you were surprised when Aziraphale warmly greeted someone else when they entered his shop. The kind words drew you from another world and away from the book to look at a man with striking red hair and sunglasses the obscured his eyes.

“To what do I owe this pleasure?” Aziraphale asked the man. The man glanced around the shop until his eyes landed on you. He stiffened and seemed to forget why he had entered the shop. You raised an eyebrow up at him inquisitively. “Crowley, are you alright?”

The man, who you presumed to be Crowley turned to face Aziraphale. There was a redness growing on his face before he gargled out some unintelligible sounds. Aziraphale glanced over at you and chuckled lightly before leading Crowley towards the back.

“Well, that was odd,” you mused before returning to your book.

It seemed only a matter of minutes, though the number of pages you’ve turned said otherwise, before Azirahale was escorting Crowley out with a sort of sly smile. Once again, your attention drifted away from the book towards the odd pair.

Aziraphale seemed to purposely place himself and Crowley in front of you. More specifically, he appeared to make it so Crowley was forced to face towards you. You couldn’t exactly tell where he was looking, but Crowley’s attention seemed to drift away from Aziraphale and towards you.

Quickly, Aziraphale turned towards you and his smile only widened. “Ah, [Y/N]! I want you to meet my dear friend, Crowley!” Crowley immediately stiffened and a look of panic crosses his face. “Crowley, this is [Y/N].”

You closed your book gently and stood so you could shake hands with the red-head. “Uh…” another stream of nonsense escaped his mouth.

You giggled lightly and took his right hand before shaking it. “It’s nice to meet you, Crowley.”

The man kept his mouth shut before he nervously nodded his head. Aziraphale turned towards Crowley and said, “[Y/N] is my favorite customer. They come here nearly every day. Perhaps you two should become more acquainted!”

Crowley tried to say some actual words, but once more you couldn’t understand a thing he said. Instead, he put a hand up to his mouth to try and hide his blush and stop himself from saying more nonsense.

Aziraphale laughed lightly. “I think someone fancies someone.” Crowley looked at Aziraphale with a look of horror. You felt a light blush form on your own face. “Perhaps love at first sight, right, Crowley?”

With a poof, the scarlet man standing before you disappeared in a cloud of smoke and had turned into a very unconscious snake.

“Is that normal?” you asked slightly stunned.

Aziraphale chuckled nervously. “It appears I went too far. But yes, this is normal whenever Crowley is under a great deal of stress.”

You weren’t at all bothered by his sudden appearance. After all, it didn’t take you too long to discover Aziraphale’s true identity after reading some personal dedications to the man owning the bookshop. The letters were dated hundreds of years prior.

You carefully crouched down towards the snake and cradled him in your arms. “Will he be alright?”

“Yes,” Aziraphale sighed. Then, he pursed his lips together while thinking. “Although, it wouldn’t hurt if you could look after him until he wakes back up.”

“Okay,” you nodded and situated yourself back in your seat and made sure the snake was in the sunlight. Hopefully, the warmth would help him come back to. You held your book in one hand and slid your hands over his smooth scales. Aziraphale nodded with approval before disappearing in the back to deal with some paperwork.

By the time you had finished your book, the snake was still slumbering in your lap. The sun was starting to set and the street lights were turning on. It’d be a long walk home, one that did make you slightly nervous. Still, it didn’t feel right to leave the snake to wake up alone, so you remained in your chair.

“Oh dear, still out, is he?” Aziraphale asked while sipping at a cup of cocoa. You nodded your head while still following the pattern of his scales. “You can leave if you want to, my dear. I’ll look after him.”

“That’s okay,” you said quietly. “I don’t mind.”

“If you say so,” Aziraphale nodded. “Let me know if you need anything.”

“Okay, thank you.”

You watched the cars pass by. They were all in a hurry to get somewhere. It was weird, really. None of them ever seemed to just take the time to enjoy what was right there in front of them.

Then, you felt a shift on your lap. Looking down, the snake was starting to slither around. He lifted its head and shook it from side to side. “Good morning,” you cooed at the snake. He shot his head in your direction quickly. “You feeling okay?”

The snake nodded and then slithered off your lap. “Ssssorry,” it hissed. Then, it slowly started to morph back into the shape of a man. A bright blush was still evident on his cheeks, though you supposed you’d be blushing if you woke up on the lap of someone you didn’t really know. “It looks like I’ve kept you here for a while.” It appeared he had finally found his words.

“I would have read this late, anyway,” you waved him off and stood from your place. “Though, I suppose I should get home.”

“Do you have a ride?” Crowley asked. You shook your head no. “Would. Would it be alright if I drove you home?” He looked to the side. “If you’re comfortable with that, at least.”

You smiled softly up at the supernatural being. “I’d like that, thank you.”

[goofygomez]

What Goes Unsaid - Clouis Oneshot

Description:  After the boat was taken care of, Lilly’s group took AJ and Tenn. Clem, Violet, Aasim, and Louis must reach the raiders’ camp and get them back.

Wordcount: 5816

This is one of the angstiest fics I ever wrote or will ever write. Of course, I couldn’t have done it without @twdteacakes so go give them love.

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Louis sat on a large grey rock, the tail end of his jacket cushioning his seat, as he stared vacantly at the rushing river, Ruby's voice barely registering to his ears as his mind wandered. The redhead was cleaning up the blood that stained his neck and chest, but the worst was yet to come. She was going to have to check his tongue next; or rather, the significant lack of it. God, he still couldn't believe it was gone, but the constant excruciating pain in his mouth was a clear reminder.

But that was the least of his worries. AJ and Tenn had been carted away by what remained of Lilly's group, and Clem was recuperating by the fire, after nearly drowning in the river. Thankfully, Violet had managed to pull her out in time. Louis just wished he could have been there to help, instead of being stuck here at their makeshift camp, wondering if Clem was even alive.

His gaze landed on her, the bright glowing embers twinkling in her eyes as she stared back, offering him a shy smile, which he returned. I'm glad you're okay, he thought, wondering if he could send that message telepathically.

Aasim and Willy were on guard duty at opposite ends of the tiny perimeter. The former had the string of his bow drawn back as his eyes scanned the line of trees, preparing to loosen an arrow into whatever stumbled into their camp. Omar was sitting in close proximity to Louis, his wounded leg already seen to and patched up by Ruby.

Minnie, after being shot by Violet, had passed out. Violet, with the help of Aasim, had managed to drag her out of the boat and onto the mainland. Ruby had patched her up as best she could, but they had still tied her arm to a tree, just in case. Can’t be too careful.

Violet, who had been scouting the river, walked over to Clem and placed a comforting hand on her shoulder. “Clem, are you ready to go?” she asked, meat cleaver already in hand, her grip on the handle tightening.

Clementine looked over at him again and shared a wavering glance. Louis held eye contact, his dark tired eyes pleading with her. Please don't go without me, please don't go without me. He wished she knew what he wanted.

She turned to face Violet and nodded, before steadily climbing to her fight. “Ready.”

His eyes widened, and before he knew what he was doing, Louis was pushing passed Ruby and sprinting after the two girls, as they began to approach Aasim. Ruby's voice ripped through the air behind him, shattering the previously quiet atmosphere. “Louis! Come back!”

Clementine whirled around as soon as Louis caught up. His lips were moving a mile a minute, but whatever he tried to say came out as incoherent babbling and distressed noises. You can't leave me behind! his thoughts screamed. I know I'm in bad shape, but I can help, please Clem, you can't just-

Clem was watching in stunned silence, evidently confused judging by her expression, as he became progressively more frustrated at his inability to talk. Every time he restarted his sentences, the less sense it made. Louis felt tears begin to prick his eyes as he sighed heavily, the words dying in his throat. What's the point?

“Louis, are you okay?” Clementine asked concernedly. “Is something wrong?”

Louis nodded vigorously. Yes! I don't want to sit on the sidelines, I want to help AJ. I know how important he is to you, and he means a lot to me too!

Her brow became knitted with sorrow as she avoided his gaze miserably "I'm sorry, Louis, I- I don't know what you're trying to say,” she admitted.

Louis pounded at his own chest, before pointing his finger at her, Violet, and Aasim, and then out into the woods - in the direction the raiders went.

“I think he wants to come with us,” Violet muttered. She had barely finished her sentence before Louis started nodding again, a wave of euphoria rushing through him now that his blight was understood.

“You can't. It's dangerous, and Ruby still needs to patch you up,” Clem replied.

No, please, you have to let me come. Louis begged, although his words were quickly lost in translation. It doesn't matter what happens to me, I need to make sure you're safe - I need to see AJ and Tenn safe. Clementine was already itching to leave, but he grabbed her hand and clutched it tightly, stopping her from moving another inch. She met his gaze once again, whilst he gave her puppy dog eyes. Don't leave me.

She sighed, her breath wavering and eyes glistening with the ghosts of tears. "Ok, fine, you can come. But you have to stay in my line of sight at all times. And definitely don't put yourself in harm’s way. Let us take care of any walkers or raiders, and you just focus on making it back alive."

Elated, Louis pulled Clementine into a hug. She quickly relaxed and embraced him. Thank you, thank you! You won't regret it, I promise. He looked over at Ruby with a hopeful expression, and the redhead sighed dejectedly.

“You better come back in one piece,” she said, pointing an accusatory finger at him. Too little too late, my sweet Ruby, he thought ruefully, though a sly smile crept on his face.

He started following them, but Clementine stopped him one last time, presenting him with a large hunting knife.

“I can’t have you there unprotected,” she said, offering the freckled boy a sad smile. He returned the gesture, gratefully accepting the weapon.

With that, the foursome headed out into the forest. Ruby and Willy had seen the rest of Lilly’s group descend from the boat and walk along the opposite bank of the river, going downstream. So, the four of them headed in that general direction, their weapons at the ready in case any danger befell them.

They walked for the better part of an hour, thick clouds covering the morning sun from view. Birds had started welcoming the beginning of a new day, their sing-song voice almost mocking the freckled boy. As he walked, he kicked at the pebbles on the ground, absently humming a tuneless song. He took the rear of the group, Clem walking a few paces ahead of him.

He stared at the back of her head, sighing dejectedly. For hours, he’d heard her ramble about the best plan to get AJ and Tenn back until Aasim convinced her she needed to rest first. Of course, she hadn’t slept. Louis had taken the night shift, unable to coarse his brain into sleep. The memories of last night’s events were still fresh in his mind.

At one point, Violet slowed her pace to be level with him, her pale green eyes studying him up and down. She opened her mouth a few times, seemingly searching for words.

“You okay, Louis?” she asked finally, pursing her lips. “I know it’s a stupid question, considering… but I gotta ask.”

He looked up again at Clementine, heaving a sigh as he shook his head. He shrugged, pointing at Clem and then wrapping his arms around himself. Vi frowned at him, trying to decipher his rudimentary version of sign language.

“You’re uh… worried?” she guessed, her eyes darting to Clem. Louis nodded slowly. Violet pursed her lips. “It’s normal, but you gotta remember Clem is strong. She’s survived more shit that all of us combined.”

At that, Louis actually smiled. Before their conversation could go further, they heard Aasim call from ahead. They all gathered around Aasim, who was kneeling by an assault rifle tossed on the side of the river bank. The water flowed slowly downstream, its sound a soothing song against the silence of nature.

“Trail ends here,” Aasim declared. What do you mean, trail ends here? Louis thought.

“What do you mean?” Clem asked, seemingly reading his thoughts.

“They must have crossed the river here,” he explained, gesturing to the other bank. “This is where the tracks stop.”

Goddamn it, Louis cursed, kicking a branch by a large oak. The others looked at him for a moment, concern present on their faces. He buried his hands in his dreads, attempting to pull them off. His eyes darted around his surroundings trying to find a clue they’d missed. “Might as well rest up for a bit,” Aasim said.

While Clem, Violet, and Aasim sat on the ground, stretching their legs, Louis walked forward a few yards downstream. He stared at the ground intently, searching for tracks Aasim might have missed, but it was futile. Above them, dark clouds were forming; preventing what little sunrays were seeping through from reaching them. While he searched the sky, he noticed something was amiss and called out to his friends.

Guys! They’re there! he was thinking, though his words came out of his mouth a garbled mess. Frustrated when they looked at him with confusion, he pointed at a point in the sky on the other side of the river. A column of smoke of billowing from amongst the trees, joining the black clouds.

“You think that might be their camp?” Clem asked, looking up at Louis. He nodded vigorously, gesturing at the water, making the motion of diving. “Yeah, you’re right. We gotta swim across.”

“What are we waiting for?” Violet said, making her way to the edge of the water. The others followed, and together they swam through the calm waters, making long strokes so as to not tire themselves. Once they reached the other side, Aasim spotted the smoke through the trees and beckoned them to follow him.

Twenty minutes later, they arrived at the edge of a small makeshift camp, about a hundred yards from one end to the other. The shrubbery was their only cover, extending the length of the western part of the camp. On one side were two rather large tents, one of which had a small lantern turned on inside. Through its fabric, they saw the shadows of two people standing over a table, seemingly in disagreement with each other.

The source of the smoke was a small campfire in the middle, fueled by at least a dozen logs to keep it going for a while. Louis spotted Dorian walking out of one of the tents, making her way to a third, smaller tent a few yards from the others. He let out an involuntary growl at the sight, his mouth curling into a snarl.

“What is it, Lou?” whispered Clem, looking sideways at him. He pointed at the woman who’d taken his tongue, making a slashing motion near his mouth. After a moment, Clem gasped, realization dawning on her. “She’s the one who…?”

Louis simply nodded, a bitter taste filling his mouth. He heard Clem utter a similar growl to his, her golden eyes dead-set on the despicable woman. “I’ll kill her,” she said slowly.

No! Nothing like that. We’re only getting Tenn and AJ, he wanted to tell her. He was shaking his head frantically, a plea in his eyes. When she looked at him, she sighed. “Alright, no unnecessary risks,” she agreed, making him smile.

“I don’t think Tenn and AJ are in this tent,” Violet suggested, gesturing to the one with the two silhouettes closer to them. Two raiders were patrolling the perimeter, their rifles at the ready. Louis and the others ducked under the bushes as one of them got too close for comfort. When he was gone, Louis inspected the entire camp. He counted a total of six raiders including Dorian.

He showed both his hands to Clem, signaling six. She smiled at him and nodded. After a moment’s thought, she turned to the others. “We should split up,” she suggested. “Vi and Aasim, you will take that tent on the far side, while Louis and I check this one close to us.”

“You sure?” Vi asked, her eyes darting to Louis.

I’m ready, damn it! He nodded aggressively, placing his hand on Clem’s shoulder.

She looked back at him and grinned. “I think his mind is made up.”

They all jumped as the clap of thunder announced a storm coming, tiny droplets falling on their faces. A thick grey smoke erupted from the campfire, and one of the raiders replaced the logs. Darkness fell upon them like a thick blanket, making the small fire and the lantern from the tent the only sources of light as the sunrays died with the storm. Through the sound of the rain, they could hear the distant moans and groans of walkers prowling for prey.

“Shouldn’t be hard to sneak in under this rain,” breathed Clem, her eyes set on the tent on the far side of the camp. “If we don’t find each other, we’ll meet up where we crossed the river, understood?”

Aasim and Violet both nodded. “Good luck,” said Violet, heading to the east side of the camp, Aasim at her heels. Once they were out of sight, Clem and Louis made their way slowly toward the back side of the tent with the other light source. A small window with a screen stood on the side, and Clem approached it. Reluctantly, Louis followed her lead and perched himself beside her, looking out for danger on their back.

Inside the tent were Lilly and a woman they recognized as one of the raiders who attacked the school. Her face was contorted in anger, screaming at Lilly.

“I told you we shouldn’t have taken these kids on!” she was saying, slamming her fist on the plastic table in between them. Lilly’s back was to them, but her shoulders tensed up as the other woman screamed. “We should have cut our losses and taken those three kids back to the Delta.”

“I just figured-“

“All you do is figure, Lilly,” the woman growled. “Now we lost those three kids, seven good men, and our damned boat! All we got in return were those two scrawny little boys.”

At the mention of the Tenn and AJ, Clem suppressed a gasp. Louis’s hands balled up into fists. They’re here, he thought. He knew Clementine was thinking along the same lines, and her hard expression confirmed it.

To their surprise, Lilly didn’t even flinch as her mistakes were laid out in front of her. Strangely, a low chuckle escaped the woman. “You have a surprising lack of faith, Sullene,” she said, with much more confidence that she had any right to. “After we take these kids back to the Delta, we’ll go for the lot with more manpower.”

“We can’t afford to lose more people, Lilly,” Sullene said, pinching the bridge of her nose. “We should take these kids back, and hope to god Michael doesn’t kill us both.” Without another word, the heavy woman left the tent, leaving Lilly alone in the faint glow of the lantern.

Clem and Louis shared a look and moved slowly over to the black tent. This one had no window, so they approached from the far side. She turned to Louis and nodded. “I need you to cover me,” she whispered. “I’ll check inside the tent for AJ or Tenn, and you’ll-”

Louis pressed a finger to her lips as they heard the heavy footsteps of one of the raiders approaching the tent. They crouched lower, holding their breaths. Slowly, they saw him turn the corner and walk past them into the forest. He was whistling absently and stopped behind a tree a few yards away from the camp. They heard him untie his zipper, and Clem sprang to action.

She sneaked over to him, Louis watching helplessly from the side of the tent. Following her, he watched as Clem took a hold of the man’s neck from behind, her knife dangerously close to his throat. “Shh,” she whispered as he opened his mouth, shutting him up.

“Where are the two boys you took?” she asked, her tone irritated. Louis stood a few paces away from them, his eyes darting toward the camp every few seconds. Fortunately for them, the other raiders seemed to have been respecting this man’s privacy.

We don’t have time for this, Clem.

“One of them is in that black tent,” he choked out, gesturing with his finger to the one they’d been surveying. “The other is tied up in the tent on the far side. They’re both out of it, but they’re alive. Please don’t kill me,” he breathed, raising his hands.

“Believe me, I want to,” she whispered, pressing the edge of the knife softly against the man’s neck, drawing blood. “But I’m not Lilly.” She withdrew the knife, hitting the back of the man’s head with the butt of it. Knocked out cold, the man’s body dropped to the ground with a thud.

Together, he and Clem dragged him under a brush of bushes and crept back to the tent. As he watched Lilly’s silhouette move about the other tent, he thought of an idea. He tapped Clem on the shoulder, making her turn.

“What is it?” she hissed. She already had a hand on the flap of the tent but followed his pointing finger. He was gesturing toward Lilly’s tent. “Yeah, what of it?” Louis fumbled in his coat, withdrawing a small box of matches. He made the gesture of lighting one, imitating a fire with his fingers.

Let’s burn this motherfucker to the ground.

“That’s not a bad idea, actually,” she said, nodding. “You light the fire and I’ll get AJ out in the commotion. Hopefully Aasim and Violet see through your crazy plan.” Excitedly, he nodded once more and bounded off to the other tent. He walked slowly, laying low when another guard’s footsteps drew near. Fortunately, they subsided, and he resumed his plan.

When he got to the edge of the tent, he overheard Lilly muttering to herself, a groan escaping her. “Had to stab me in the leg, huh, AJ?” she breathed. “We’ll make a soldier out of you yet.” With determination in his eyes, Louis scratched the tip of a match on the rough surface of the box, creating a spark. The pitter-patter of the rain around him masked the flame’s slow hissing sound.

With a hand protecting the flame, he edged it closer to the base of the tent. This better fucking work, he thought ruefully. The fire took quickly, and the flames started climbing their way up the fabric of the tent. As they spread farther, he heard Lilly’s scream.

“FIRE!” she yelled at the others, bringing them to the site. As they tried to douse the flames, with little success, Louis crept back to the black tent, where Clem had already sneaked in. Nervously, he waited for her to emerge from inside, his eyes fixed on the flames as they engulfed the large tent not ten yards away from them. Two of Lilly’s men attempted to put it out by throwing a bucket of water on one side, but the flames were already too high on the other.

“Got him,” she heard Clementine say from beside him. She was carrying an unconscious Tenn in her arms, a bandage over his head.

I got him, he said, pointing at Tenn and then at himself. He didn’t give Clem enough time to react as he grabbed him from her hands, nodding at her. They crept father away from the camp, still hearing the yells of the raiders, interspersed with the grumbling of nearby walkers. We don’t have much time.

As they ran, Louis looked back over his shoulder. Clem was keeping up with him, her labored breaths masked by the thundering wind. Over her shoulder, Louis spotted the raiders going around their camp, most of them holding buckets to douse the flames. He could have sworn he saw Lilly looking in their direction from the middle of the camp, but they were already about fifty yards away.

Louis and Clem ran as fast as their feet would take them, the howling of the wind drowning out all other sounds in Louis’s ears. He looked down at Tenn, a soft smile on his face. We’re getting you out of here. He jumped over a fallen tree, stumbling slightly. As they continued their journey back to the river bank, he called over his shoulder to Clem. We gotta hurry; they could be right behind us!

Of course, his words were lost in his mouth, a garbled mess of noises replacing them. A strong gust of wind blew past them, making him shiver. Not long now, Tenn. It was then that he spotted Aasim through the tree line, kneeling over an unconscious AJ on the edge of the river. Violet stood over him, her cleaver clutched tightly in her right hand.

As he reached them, he placed Tenn slowly on the ground beside AJ, his own breaths labored from running. He looked up at Aasim and Violet, equal looks of concern on their faces. I’m okay guys, he wanted to tell them, making a dismissive gesture with his hand. Are you guys hurt? He gestured to them, pointing at a gash on Violet’s right cheek.

“This?” she said dismissively. “Ran into one of those fuckers in the tent. He won’t be bothering us,” she said coldly, sending shivers down his spine.

“Uh, Louis?” he heard Aasim ask, turning to the other boy. “Where’s Clem?”

His blood went cold. Turning around, he realized for the first time that Clementine was not beside him. He scanned the tree line in search of her. Clementine! CLEMENTINE! his yells were muffled by the thundering storm, the tears in his eyes masked by the rain falling over his head.

Maybe she took a detour? Maybe she’s alright? He doubted both those thoughts. He turned to Aasim and Violet, pointing at the boys and then over the river. Take them back to Ruby. I’ll go back for Clem.

“Are you crazy?” Violet exclaimed, approaching him. “You’ll die out there, Louis. Please, don’t go,” she pleaded.

His mind was made up, though. He shook his head slowly, shrugging. I don’t care what happens to me anymore, he thought, but I can’t leave Clem behind. His best friend looked into his brown eyes, a frown in her pale green ones. Sighing, she nodded and turned to Aasim, picking up AJ.

“You better be back right away,” she said to him.

He nodded firmly and turned toward the woods, breaking into a sprint. Rain poured down around him, forming puddles on the ground beneath his feet. The soft slapping sound of his boots against the mud was all he heard as he searched in the dark.

After five minutes of seeing no sign of his girlfriend, he heard voices ahead of him. Clem! As he got closer to the voices, they became clearer. Louis heard Clem growl something, followed by the unmistakable drawling voice of Lilly. Turning a corner, he stifled a gasp upon seeing them.

Clem stood on the edge of a clearing, her hands balled into fists. Another lightning flashed across the sky, shining over Lilly menacingly, followed by the clap of thunder. On the other side of the clearing was Lilly, a gun clutched in her right hand. The barrel was aimed straight at Clem. No, Clem!

“What the fuck do you think you’re doing?” Lilly was saying, her voice high above the sound of the storm. Another thunder roared above them.

“I’m getting my people back!” Clem shot back, venom in her words. “All of them!”

“Not all of them,” said Lilly, raising the gun and aiming at her head. “You think I wanted to do this? You think I take enjoyment in taking kids to have them fight for us?”

“So you’re just a saint, right?” Clem shot. Thunder clapped again. “You kidnapped my people! YOU CUT OFF LOUIS’S TONGUE!” Louis crept closer to Lilly from her left, brandishing his knife. His heart was pounding hard, threatening to jump out of his chest any minute.

“I’m following orders,” Lilly corrected the girl, her voice breaking. “You don’t know how bad it is out there! Our community is dying, and we need every soldier we can get to fight against our enemy.” Thunder.

“Somehow, I find that hard to believe,” Clem spat, her hands on her hips. “But you’re not getting to my friends while I’m here. So if you want to get to them, shoot me!”

Clem, what are you trying to pull here? he thought, inching closer to Lilly. By now, he could see the lines that streaked her face. Strangely, her eyes glistened with tears. As he approached her, the memory of her in the cells flashed before his eyes. Her disdainful look as she ordered Dorian to take out her knife. I’ll make them pay, Clem had said to him that night.

I’ll make her pay, alright, he thought, fire burning in his eyes. As yet another thunder roared in the sky, he leaped forward, plunging the knife into Lilly’s side. They stumbled sideways, and Louis fell on top of her, his knife still clutched tightly in his hands. Lilly looked up at him, her eyes wide.

“You!” she screamed, struggling to get out of his grasp. But he was stronger. He was kneeling over her, both his legs pinning her to the ground. The tip of his knife was aimed straight at her heart, slowly inching downwards. Though she tried to hold him off, the adrenaline coursing through his veins fueled him with anger.

You’re not hurting my friends again, you evil bitch! He wished he could have said it right as he sunk the knife through her heart, watching into her eyes as the life seeped out of them and her mouth filled with blood. Breathing heavily, he lifted himself off Lilly’s body. His hands were shaking as he looked up at Clem with a triumphant smile. We did it, Clem.

When his eyes met hers, his blood went cold. She was looking at him with wide eyes, her hands clutching her stomach. He looked down at them and his heart dropped. Beneath her fingers, a flower of blood blossomed on her shirt, spreading in every which direction until her shirt was almost completely red. As Clementine kneeled down, Louis got to his feet and rushed toward her.

CLEMENTINE!

He fell to his knees, taking Clem by the shoulders and laying her on his legs. You’re alright, it’s alright, his might kept repeating, like a mantra. She coughed as he moved her, droplets of blood staining her chin. This wasn’t happening. It was some sick trick. He cupped her face, tears stinging his eyes.

“Louis,” she breathed, looking up at him with a smile. “Thank you.”

Thank me? For what? I should have been faster, Clem, I’m so sorry. He was getting increasingly frustrating as the garbled sounds that escaped his mouth caused her to frown. Rain kept pouring down on them, thunder clapping above. The lightning that lit up the sky shone on Clem’s face, her cheeks pale as she kept losing blood.

“Louis, it’s okay,” she assured him, raising her hand and placing it on his cheek. “I’m okay with this.”

No, you don’t mean that, Clem! Don’t do this to me. I love you, Clem. I love you… he mouthed, hoping to god she’d understand him. To his relief, she smiled up at him, pulling his face closer to her. She closed the gap between them, pressing her lips to his. Her hands gripped his dreads tightly, keeping him in place for a few seconds of passion.

As they pulled apart, she sighed contently. “I love you too, Louis,” she whispered. “I’m sorry it has to end this way, leaving you guys alone with AJ.”

No, I’ll gladly take care of him! he wanted to say, shaking his head vehemently and pointing at himself. She coughed again, blood oozing from the corner of her mouth. I can’t lose you, Clem. Please don’t leave me. She smiled sadly, looking down at their intertwined fingers.

“I’m going to assume you just said something cute and funny,” she said softly.

“Louis, I’ve lived past my time. I’ve seen the people I love either leave or die, all for me,” she said, her breath becoming labored. He placed his hand over her injury, shuddering when he felt the warm blood seeping through his fingers. Please, Clem…

“I just want to rest now,” she said, nodding. “I love you guys so much. I hope you can forgive me,” she added, her eyes darting to his mouth and then dropping sadly. Tears pricked at both their eyes, streaking their cheeks. Another thunder clapped as Louis sniffled, shaking his head.

There’s nothing to forgive, Clementine. This is not your fault, he tried to said, shaking his head and pointing at his tongue, or lack thereof. They stayed silent for a minute, basking in each other’s presence, for however long that would last. Louis just kept shaking his head, willing his brain to wake him up from this living nightmare. This wasn’t happening, there’s no way Clementine’s dying.

“I’m gonna need you to take care of… me, too,” she said simply, looking up at Louis with a plea in her eyes. He nodded slowly, pressing her body closer to his. Of course, Clem. I’ll… take care of it. How he was going to do it, he didn’t know.

To his surprise, Clem cleared her throat then. Her eyes were looking at a place somewhere deep in the forest, the tears accenting the beautiful golden hue of her irises. She began singing then. The same song Louis had sung for her when he learned her name.

“Oh my darling, oh my darling.

Oh my darling, Clementine.”

Her voice broke when she got to her name, making her shake her head. Louis kissed her forehead slowly, as if afraid he’d break her upon contact. He gestured for her to go on, relishing every second of her singing.

“You are lost and gone forever.

Dreadful sorry, Clementine.”

She cupped his face, looking deep into the eyes that had once harbored so much joy and hope, and whose spark had suddenly died away. How could he live on without Clem? The girl who had saved him from the raiders. The girl who confessed she loved him. The girl he loved.

“Light she was… and like a fairy,”

Clem coughed once more; breathing heavily as she slowly shook her head. How am I gonna tell AJ? Louis thought ruefully, his mind racing a thousand miles a second.

“And her shoes were number nine,” she choked out, more blood decorating her mouth. She looked up at Louis one last time, an uncharacteristic smile making his world a little less dark, if not for a second.

“Dreadful sorry, Clementine…”

As she struggled to sing the last line with labored breaths, her eyes closed, a smile etched on her face as she relaxed. Louis stared down at her, unable and unwilling to believe what was happening in front of him. Her body stiffened as she drifted off, and Clementine’s spark died off one last time.

-

Louis stood in the middle of the courtyard, the afternoon sun bearing down on him. He’d just finished his watch shift, having been relieved by AJ. He looked back at the young boy and smiled. He’d turned ten a few months ago, and was growing strong as his mother. Birds chirped above him as he made his way to a very special place in the school.

Past the gate to the right of the admin building was the graveyard. In it, five graves lined the walls. He passed Marlon’s and Brody’s, sparing a small glance for them. He’d have to get flowers for them soon. On the far end was the one he’d been looking for, lined by a pair of bouquets of roses.

A large rock stood at the head of it, rough carvings on its surface.

“Here lies Clementine.

May we meet again.”

He’d chosen that inscription himself, shortly after her funeral. He wasn’t sure where he’d read that, but it seemed fitting at the time. Now, it was an ever-present reminder that she wasn’t here anymore; and that he was. He didn’t even know her birthday. What kind of boyfriend doesn’t know his girlfriend’s birthday?

A soft breeze picked up from the courtyard, blowing on the flaps of his coat. Sighing, Louis fumbled inside his back pocket for a piece of crumpled paper, straightening it on his leg. For the past five years, he’d taken short trips to the graveyard, and he’d always end up brooding in the corner, so he wanted to do right by her.

Slowly, he kneeled down and placed the piece of paper on the grave, its messy lines of paragraph facing into the sun. In his mind, he read them to her, hoping against hope that she was out there somewhere listening to him.

Clementine:

It’s been five years since you left us, and I still miss you. It’s funny, because I only knew you for three weeks, but I will always cherish them as the best three weeks of my life. You believed in me, when no one else did… You trusted me with AJ, and I’ve done my best to honor your sacrifice every day for the past five years. He’s getting bigger, actually. I hope you’d approve of my parenting, though I never had any experience with that. He talks about you a lot, and most days I try to keep his mind off it by telling him stories from when I was younger. Maybe I do it to keep my mind off it too. I don’t know…

Even after five years, I can’t help but think of what could have happened if I’d been a little faster, or a little smarter. But I guess that’s what you were thinking after you found me in that cell. I didn’t blame you then, and I don’t blame you now. As for AJ, he and I will always be thinking of you. I hope you can forgive me.

Love, Louis.

He’d memorized those words back to back, having spent the better part of a month on them. Some days, he wondered how it was that Clem had coped with the loss of so many of his loved ones at such a young age. He’d give anything not to be feeling like that now.

Shortly after her death, Violet had found a book on sign language for him to learn, and he’d put it to good use. Turning toward the courtyard, he looked over his shoulder at her grave and made a gesture with his hands.

I’m sorry. I love you.

[thejokersenigma]

Loki x Reader - Oneshot - If Only [SMUT]

Ok guys, finally I’ve finished this (been editing it for hours now!) I’ve based this on a request by the lovely @spider-piggyxo  (who I can’t tag for some reason). But I’ve also added a little twist of my own because I’m a cruel creature. :P ;)

Request: Hey! So I saw you take request. Could you write a one shot between Loki x female reader where the reader is crying Because she and her partner split up so loki comforts her and admits that he’s in love with her and they end up having kinky sex where he makes her beg for it then it ends in cute cuddles and fluff? If you write this please tag me!(: Thanks! 

Hope you enjoy it! Only the third smut I’ve done, so I’m still leaning, but I hope its not too terrible!

WARNING: Smut! Duh! Please don’t read if your under-aged!

MAIN MASTERLIST

Loki stared coldly out at the city beyond the balcony’s glass railing, his arms crossed behind his back as he surveyed the rooftops and rushing car lights.

It seemed an understatement to say that he truly loathed this planet.

Besides being held here against his will by his own brother as a punishment, the almost barbaric world with its similarly uncivilised occupants, offered little to Loki in the way of interest or entertainment except for one thing in particular. One thing that he wanted – that he needed – and was then forced to watch as it was taken away from him.

The skin over Loki’s knuckles stretched even paler than usual as his hands gripped one another in aggravated frustration. He was snapped out of his thoughts when he heard the door closing in the room behind him, his jaw also clenching in annoyance now at the thought of an unwanted interruption to his own self-pitying. He feared it would be his brother seeking him, out of the apparent goodness of his heart, in an attempt to engage him in some form of small talk-like interaction before he would finally broach the subject of Loki’s foul mood.

Loki, however, had no intention of confiding anything to his brother, especially not in matters of his feelings or frustrations of the heart. He would gain nothing from it, he was certain, and would never hear the end of it from his irksome brother.

Yet that was what was troubling him, his damn heart was overpowering his head, and as a man of brains and logic, it was very disturbing.

As a smart man, it should be clear to him that [Y/N] [L/N] was a Midgardian, not an Asgardian, and, due to that alone, she was not a suitable partner for him. It should be clear to him that he had berated Thor for a similar attachment of the emotions to a human only a few years earlier. It should be clear to him that love – if it could be argued to exist – was a weakness and something he – Loki - could not afford.

And it should be clear to him that, even if all that didn’t matter, [Y/N] [L/N] was already taken – that her soft skin, her shy blushes, her flirtatious smirks, her gentles touches and witty, teasing comments… They would never be his…

“Loki?” As if thinking your name had somehow summoned you, Loki now dropped his hands in surprise, turning slowly to find you now stood in the doorway to the balcony, watching him with a confused, concerned frown. You sniffed, “What are you – why are you still out here?”

“What time is it?” He asked instead of answering your question.

“It’s uh –“ You glanced down at your watch, though barely - as though it was just a habit and you in fact already knew what the time was, “it’s only nine,” You admitted, lifting your head again, “but I – uh – I thought you’d have already retired to your books by now.” You confessed, stepping out onto the balcony, the cold breeze immediately whipping across the ledge and pulling at your hair and the looser parts of your dress.

You looked even more beautiful than usual, Loki couldn’t help noticing, your hair styled for once rather than its usual, more practical look and your makeup somehow enhancing the flecks of colour in your eyes, drawing his gaze, and he noticed how they seemed red and maybe slightly puffy.

Like you’d been crying.

You wrapped your arms around your chest now against the chill in the air, ducking your head and glancing away as though in an attempt to shield your face from Loki’s scrutinising, but you couldn’t help the necessity to sniff again, unfolding one of your cold hands to quickly brush at your cheek.

“You are back early…” Loki observed carefully, watching you intently.

You cleared your throat. “I – I saw no reason to hang around.” You confessed thickly. It was clear you were still attempting to try and maintain some form of dignity in front of Loki but failing when your own tears now quickly overwhelm you.

You screwed her eyes closed in an attempt to stop them, turning away fully now, but a few managed to escape from the corner of your eyes and soon you couldn’t help it any longer, giving up and allowing the rest to tumble down your cheeks unhindered.

Immediately Loki was in front of you again, his hands grabbing your upper arms to stop you turning away from him, though you refused to look at him as his eyes flickered over your face and body, conducting a survey of damage as he held you at arm’s length. “Tell me what happened.” He demanded urgently, his voice almost a growl.

You silently shook your head as the tears continued to run from your eyes. “It’s over.” You finally managed, fighting against your own sobs. “I – I – I wasn’t,” You choked out, still shaking your head incessantly, “I wasn’t enough…” You mumbled, then suddenly seemed to sag forward, dropping your head against Loki’s chest, much to his surprise, ignoring his attempt to keep you at a safe distance from him. He blinked in astonishment for a moment, feeling your strength crumbling beneath his grip, before he finally released your arms, allowing you to now fall completely against him. He let his arms wrap around you now instead, holding you against him as you sobbed nosily into his loose shirt.  

“[Y/N],” He murmured down to you, his lips skimming your hair lightly, “I assure you, you are far more than enough.” He promised, breathing you in. “And I am sorry this has happened.”

“S’not your fault.” You dismissed thickly into his chest, then suddenly seemed to remember yourself, pulling away and keeping you head down to hide your puffy eyes, wiping quickly and rather ineffectively at your cheeks and nose. “I – I ‘m sorry, I – uh - I didn’t mean to - “ You mumbled embarrassedly, gesturing vaguely at yourself then at Loki and the darkened patch on his shirt where the material was saturated with your tears. “I – I really didn’t think anyone would still be up here,” You croaked in explanation, “– J-Jarvis said everyone had gone out…”

“Yes, well, I’m hardly classed as ‘everyone’…” Loki observed bitterly.

You frowned at this, seeming to forget your own distress for a brief moment. “That’s not fair and they all know it!” You protested with a scowl, I – I’ll speak with Stark.” You growled, squaring your shoulders, as though you were about to march up to him right now, forgetting your red eyes and smeared makeup.

“As the technology told you, the metal man is currently out for the night.” Loki reminded you with an amused twist of his lips. “My concern is not, and never has been, on being included in my brother’s friendship groups.” He muttered, “Right now, I am more concerned about you - you are not hurt, are you?” He frowned, his eyes roaming over you again.

“No, of course not.” You scowled weakly, batting your hand in the air to stop his scan of you. “You know he wasn’t like that, Loki.” You reprimanded lightly with a scowl.

“One can never be too careful…” He muttered in defence - he never wanted you hurt, but he wouldn’t have minded an excuse to pay the kid a visit.

Not that he really needed an excuse.

“Look can we not – can we just not talk about it?” You now asked desperately. “I just - I just think I need to sit down and take my mind off it.”

Loki nodded at this. “A drink?” He offered as he now placed a light hand on your back to steer around.

“Sounds perfect.” You nodded with a sniff, letting him lead you back inside.

Loki headed to the bar on the other side of the room, pouring two glasses of Stark’s premium collection, before then moving to where you had fallen onto one of the sofas. You thanked him as he handed you a glass, then he went to take a nearby armchair. “Wait.” Loki faltered, glancing back at you with a raised eyebrow, making you turn slightly red, “Look, you – uh – you have every right to tell me to shove off an all, but… I – uh – I could really use with someone right now and – well you’re the only one here…” You admitted with a shrug and Loki raised his eyebrow even further at this particular compliment - though you didn’t see, your head down as you mumbled - “And, if I’m completely honest, you’re also the only person I want right now…”

Loki’s eyebrow dropped in surprise at this and you kept your head down, thoroughly embarrassed by your confession. “I – I just – I mean – I – could you – could you just sit with me?” You stuttered, gesturing at the cushion next to you.

Loki hesitated at the request. He had been trying to avoid being alone with you for as long as he could remember now – ever since he’d found out about him. When he couldn’t – or shouldn’t – do anything. But now you weren’t.

It still struck him as a bad idea – you were in a vulnerable place right now and he knew he’d had a list of reasons, other than you being with another man, to not involve himself with you... But in that moment, none of them seemed the slightest bit important.

Loki kept his face impassive as he now sat down beside you, even though he could already feel the warmth radiating off your skin and the scent of you still clinging tortuously to his clothes. He was painfully aware of how temptingly close you were again now, and ensured he kept himself to the very edge of the sofa, sat too upright and every muscle tense.

“Look, I – uh – I know you like your personal space…” You now muttered awkwardly, mistaking his discomfort, “But I –“ You stopped, chewing your lip anxiously, clearly unsure how to broach the question and shifting uncomfortably in your seat.

“Not when you are concerned.” Loki assured you quietly, noticing your struggles and already catching sight of the fresh wave of tears welling in your eyes. “I would consider it no less than my duty.” Loki murmured gently, and you glanced up in surprise before giving him a weak, almost strangled smile, the pain that flashed in your eyes placing a similar constriction on his heart.

Had he said something wrong?

You nodded soberly at this, but nevertheless shuffled closer, gently leaning into Loki until you laid against his chest again. Loki hesitated for a moment, but then cautiously laid an arm around you. “I am sorry,” You mumbled into him.

“There is no apology necessary.” Loki stated indifferently, “You have been hurt - I am only too aware that physical pain is often preferential to mental pain – especially when the heart is involved.”

You lifted your head slightly, “You’ve felt like this before?” You sniffed in surprise.

Loki wanted to deny it but couldn’t see the point. “Yes.” He said with a single small nod.

“A-And you got through it? How?” You croaked desperately.

“I haven’t...” Loki confessed honestly. “Not really.” He glanced away from you, “I do not believe a heart can mend,” He explained, “much like any other anatomical tissue, the new is always weaker than before and there is nearly always the scar of the memory…” He murmured quietly.

“That’s… almost beautiful.” You mumbled, having been staring up at him as he spoke. “Can you tell me about her?” You asked, and Loki glanced down at her in surprise at the request. “You don’t have to,” You backtracked quickly, “…if it still hurts.”

“No, I – I am capable.” He assured you, glancing away again and pausing in thought for a moment before he spoke again. “She was – is –“ He corrected, “beautiful. She can see through my illusions and never backs down at the cruel remarks that I never mean…” He mumbled. “She calls me out when I become detached and uncaring… Can pull the real me back... She fascinates me and no care for traditions or reasonable thoughts can stop me loving her…” He turned back to you now where you had lowered yourself back onto his chest as you’d listened, your eyes on your hand that you’d rested on his waist. “But then she fell in love with someone else.” He murmured down at you.

“Did you know if she loved you, though?” You asked quietly below him, and he thought he heard your voice crack slightly. You were intelligent – another reason to love you – and you must have suspected something. “I don’t know.” Loki admitted truthfully. You pulled back once more to finally look Loki in face again. You were so close he could smell the alcohol on your breath. “But I had hope.” He confessed. “I always have hope.” He murmured, his eyes flickering between your eyes and your slightly parted lips.

Then suddenly you had lunged forward and captured his lips, closing your eyes as you poured your passion and desire into it. It took Loki by surprise for only a moment before he was eagerly returning the kiss he had been starving for, your hand’s coming up to cup his cheeks as Loki pulled you in closer with the arm around you, his other hand going to your hip.

He pulled back briefly, both of you already gasping for air. “Don’t tease me,” He growled dangerously at you, “Because I won’t stop.” He warned.

“I’m not.” You gasped, “I want it.” You insisted, “I want you.” Loki growled in response to this, now pulling you up and over him so you straddled his lap, then tugged you back down to him almost desperately.

Both your hands went back to his face again now, holding him against your lips even though he could think of nothing that would have made him pull away. Content that Loki wasn’t about to break the kiss again, you allowed your fingers to slide up until they entangled in his hair, Loki’s own hands stroking down your back slowly till they found your ass. You moaned into his mouth, rocking forward against him and Loki could feel the bulge in his pants reacting to this pressure alone.

He growled at your teasing, squeezing his grip on your cheeks till you squeaked and giggled against his lips. “Don’t make promises you can’t keep, my love.” He muttered against you.

You pulled back, a devilish twinkle in your eyes as you knelt above him, cupping his cheek with one hand again and tipping his head back. “Oh, I fully intend to make good on it.” You grinned before kissing him hungrily once more. Loki wasn’t letting you take the control though, breaking the kiss again and taking advantage of your heightened position to kiss and nip your throat and collarbone making you moan and bite your lip again, your hands slipping to his shoulders where they gripped tightly in an attempt to keep yourself upright.

Loki grinned against your skin, moving one hand to the small of your back before turning and pushing you back onto the sofa so you were laid out before him. You grinned up at him eagerly from the cushions and Loki knew he probably should have paused then and considered that this was all a big mistake, that you were feeling sad and lonely and were making a rash, reckless decision…

But in that moment, he really didn’t care – he was getting what he had been craving for so long and he’d never hurt you – he loved you and perhaps you loved him.

Or could.

His decision seemed made for him when you now wrapped your arms around his back, pulling him down on top of you. Loki grinned, planting his hands either side of your head as he leant down to your lips again.

Your hands slipped round his side, feeling his muscles tense under your strokes, before your fingers trailed down his stomach the front of his trousers.

He growled against you again, “So eager, aren’t we?” He asked as he pulled back, catching your hands. You whined eagerly, and Loki smirked dangerously at how excited you already were. “Maybe you need to learn some patience…” He teased, slowly moving your arms up and over your head as he leant in close to your face, his breath brushing distractingly against your mouth.

You parted your lips to breathe him in, the scent going straight to your head and you closed your eyes at the bliss, wanting more. “Please.” You whimpered.

“Not yet, my love.” He growled casting a simple locking charm to keep your hands in place above you before slipping down your body, his hands gripping the edge of your dress and easing it up your thighs. You struggled weakly with your restraints, helping him shimmy the material up your body, somehow managing to pass the sleeves over your hands though they remained locked in place by the invisible restraints.

Before you could truly comprehend you were now left only in your underwear, Loki had tossed the dress away and grabbed your ankles, pulling you now to the edge of the sofa and kneeling before you. He bowed to your ankle, placing a feather-light kiss on the sensitive skin, chilling his breath as he blew along the skin of your legs, crawling back up your body. You squirmed under the sensation, moans muffled as she bit down hard in the inside of your lip.

Loki paused at the top of your thighs, so you opened your eyes in confusion, glancing down your body at where he had paused, your eyes locking with his heated gaze. Without looking away, Loki lowered his face to where only your panties remained, blowing cold air on the damp material that covered your heat.

You couldn’t help it, unable to hold back the moan this time, tilting your head back, knowing it was only a tease of what was to come - of what you so desperately wanted. “Loki.” You panted, pushing your hips towards him, though he simply pulled away slightly, denying you his mouth on the area. “Stop.” You managed to hiss through her teeth

“What is exactly that you’d like me to stop…?” Loki asked innocently, his eyes sparking with mischief.

“Stop teasing.” You groaned, still bucking your hips pointlessly. “Please.”

Loki grinned, leaning down to bite the rim of your panties, slowly peeling them down your legs and you couldn’t help squirming where he teeth grazed your skin. Before you knew it, your underwear was gone, and you were exposed to the cold air and Loki’s gaze.

You instinctively went to close your legs, but Loki’s strong hands were already in place, easily holding them open. “I have only dreamt of this sight…” He purred, “Of this taste…” He almost growled, as he lowered himself down. You gasped as his lips met you, your head jerking back and your thighs would have clenched if they could.

Loki was thorough, sucking, rubbing and teasing you, your sweetness better than he had imagined and practically intoxicating. Coupled with your moans it was enough to make him to go painfully hard.

Despite this, he continued his slow torment on you till you were a writhing mess beneath him before he then pulled back, slipping up your body to combine the taste of you with your lips. You groaned at the loss of contact, but welcome his lips again, desperately fighting your restraints above you, wanting to touch him. “Loki – please.” You protested distractedly.

“I am going to remove every scent, every touch, every thought of him.” He promised with a dangerous growl, his hands slipping beneath you to release the clasp of your bra.

“Do it. Please.” You begged, arching your back do he could pull your last piece of underwear off. It took barely any time for him to lose his own clothes, seeming unable – or unwilling – to release your for even a moment before his hands and lips were greedily back on you again.

He turned his attention you your chest now, kneading one breast as he kissed the underside of the other. “As much as I want to spend hours loving every part of your body my dear,” He murmured against the sensitive skin between your breasts, “I cannot stand this much longer.” He confessed, and you watched thoroughly barely opened eyes as he now moved to position himself at your entrance.

You felt him brush against you. “Oh my god.” You moaned, and Loki knew your helpless was killing you just as much as you were loving it.

“Yes.” He gasped, “I am your god,” He growled, unable to wait any longer, “And I am going to prove it…” Without warning he thrust into you. He had wanted to take it low and savour it, but he couldn’t. Not now when he needed you so badly.

You cried out as he forced his way into you, the sensation of you tightening around him enough to make his mind go completely blank for a moment and the spell binding your hand’s failed, freeing you. At first you didn’t realise though, your face screwed up in pain at the size of Loki and the stretch of your walls at his intrusion. Loki faltered slightly, worried he’d gone too far but the minute he stopped, you whined desperately, unable to find words, instead dropping your head back, eyes closed, and frantically grabbing at his back trying to get him to move again. “Loki.” You hissed, and that beg was all he needed.

You clung to him desperately as he thrust unto you again, the pain on your face soon ebbing away to pleasure. You kept your eyes closed as the bliss built within him, and Loki’s hands went to your hips now, pulling you into each of his thrusts before he lifted one of your legs to hook around his waist. You soon followed suit with your other leg, the new angle allowing Loki to plunge deeper inside you. You cried his name out as you clung to him, rocking with his motions, your nails digging into his back as he felt his crescendo building.

You slipped your hands up to his hair again now, yanking his head down in a mixture of pain and pleasure as you captured his mouth one more. The kiss didn’t last long before you both broke away again, gasping for air and leaning your foreheads against each other, gazes locked as Loki continued to pound into you, watching every flicker of pleasure across your features.

You bit down hard on your lip, closing your eyes and he could tell you were as close as he was. “I can’t –“ You managed to gasp out, letting out a silent moan.

“Then don’t.” He growled, capturing your lips one last time as he then felt your entire body tense around him as you came, causing him to do the same, crying out your name in ecstasy.

 Loki woke in bed the next morning, not entirely sure he could remember how he had got there from the sofa. He turned his head to the side to see you curled up in a foetal position next to him, your hand under your cheek and watching his confused expression with your beautiful eyes and an amused smile.

He reached out a hand to stroke your cheek as you, in turn, reached for him.

But he never felt your touch, and his own hand passed straight through your cheek in a glimmer of gold.

Loki felt his heart drop and crack at the same time. His illusions lacked any density without his dreams and your whole image now wavered in front of him. You continued to smile that - almost cruel now – smirk as you flickered and faded before Loki’s eyes, soon leaving him completely alone in the bed with nothing but a damp patch next to him and the heavy aching heart that came with reality.

Tags for Everything: @thatwriterizzy @arkhamsurviour @beautifulbows924 @sheldonsherlocktony @angelicshinigami @white-chocolate-mocha-fan @jemjem-chan @minahraven @wanna-see-my-lease

Tags for Loki: @drakesfiance @ruffdog921 @vanyali07 @frostymoon11 @hakuoyuki @imagine-that-100 @lexiiiii28​

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Adamandriel Oneshot (because I’m trash) THERE IS CURSING BECAUSE IM TIRED AND THATS WHAT HAPPENS

@jacquie-writes @nyamafriend here you gooo :D

"Come on, Adam! I just want my ship to sail," whined the 18 year old. His name was Corey Larken. With his messy brown hair and chocolate eyes, he could be what you'd call, a human puppy.

"It's not going to happen," his roomate, Adam Milligan, shot back. His short blond hair and blue eyes made him a guy anyone could have a crush on, which was good seeing as how he was bisexual.

Currently, the two boys were seated on the couch of their college dorm. Adam was playing Call of Duty and Corey was bugging him about his ship.

"Why not?" Corey pouted. Adam sighed, but didn't take his eyes off the screen.

"I've never even met this person," he responded with a huff of laughter, "and you just met them a few days ago. I don't even know their name!"

"First off, it's a guy," Corey said, "and second, his name is Samandriel Novak and he's a damn puppy."

"Co, you're a puppy," Adam pointed out.

"Okay, maybe, but Samandriel is the ultimate puppy," he said. "He's so cute!"

"Then you date him," the blond deadpanned. Corey blinked at him, then started laughing.

"Bush, you know I don't date," he grinned. Adam finished his game and turned off the television.

"Why do you say bush? Just say bitch like the rest of us." Adam put the controller down and faced his friend. "And, if I go, will you leave me alone about this whole 'ship' thing? Why do you even ship us? How do you know we'd get along?"

"For your first question, it's because I'm unique. For your second question, you're hot, he's adorable. It's the perfect combination," Corey answered happily. "Now come on, we're meeting him in the park in 15 minutes!"

~~~

To say Adam didn't want to be here was an understatement. He'd rather be at home kicking the butts of salty 12 year olds in video games. Instead, he was sitting in the park with a hyperactive puppy human waiting for another, supposedly, puppy human who might be just as hyperactive.

"Look man, I don't care what you say, vanilla will always rule over the other flavors," Corey said. The two boys were talking about ice cream flavors while waiting for Samandriel.

"But it's so bland," Adam argued.

"The only thing that's bland is your social life," Corey shot back with a smirk. Adam put a hand to his chest, acting offended. He opened his mouth to respond with a retort but was interrupted.

"Hello," a soft voice said, causing the two boys to look up. The person they saw had light brown hair and blue eyes.

"Samandriel! Hi," Corey shot up, grinning widely and gave the smaller student a hug. Adam had a double take.

"This is Samandriel?" He asked in disbelief. "I know you said he was 'the ultimate puppy', but this is crazy!" He stood up and walked around the boy.

Samandriel tilted his head and watched as Adam walked in circles around him. Corey had to cover his mouth with his hand to stifle his laughs.

"Oh, I'm Adam by the way," he introduced and Samandriel nodded.

"Nice to meet you," he gave a small smile and Corey hugged him tight.

"Alfie, you are too precious for the world," Corey stated.

"Thank you?" Samandriel furrowed his eyebrows confused and Adam laughed.

"Hey, Co?" Adam asked. Corey looked at him. "Where'd you get the nickname Alfie?"

"Oh! Well, he works in the cafe on campus and they got his name tag mixed up, but he's too shy to tell them," he answered. Samandriel blushed and looked at the ground.

"I just don't want to cause trouble," he defended himself. Corey laughed and Adam gave the shy boy a light smile.

He’s cute. Adam thought, smiling.

~~~

It's been a few weeks since the two have met, and since then they've constantly been hangin out. Along with Corey of course. He, and Adam quotes, "would rather die than miss the possibility of my ship being cute together." So here they were, sitting in Barnes & Noble with drinks, arguing about the best author.

"Oh, come on, Corey! At least you learn things from Riordan's books! What do you learn from Erin Hunter?" Adam crossed his arms and frowned at his friend.

"Cats are superior and they're religion actually fucking exists," the brown-haired male answered. Adam gasped and covered Samandriel's ears.

"Child ears over here! Be considerate," he teased. Samandriel whined and tried to move away from Adam.

"I'm not a child! Stop it," he complained. The older boy laughed and removed his hands.

"Okay, okay. Sorry, Alfie," Adam smiled at him and Samandriel just pouted.

A camera shutter was heard and the two boys looked at Corey.

"Shit! I thought my ringer was off," he sighed but quickly smiled again, "you guys are adorable!"

They both blushed and glanced at each other. Corey, of course, took another picture.

"C, stop," Alfie whined. He laughed and put his phone away.

"Fine, fine," he agreed with a grin.

Adam shook his head in exasperation and sipped his coffee.

~~~

About three months have passed and Corey is still impatiently waiting for his friends to just get together. Only now, he's started interfering.

From making them work together on projects (he befriended as many professors as possible just to make this happen) to literally pushing them into each other, Corey has tried it all. It was clear to everyone but them that they liked each other, and Corey was at his breaking point.

"Oblivious little shits," he muttered under his breath.

He was sitting at the park with the two causes of his problems and was texting another one of his friends, Marie, asking for advice. She shipped them as much as Corey did, if not then more.

Marie 🙃: Just straight up tell them

Corey 🐶: Shouldn't they try to figure it out on their own??

Marie 🙃: It's been 3 months man!

Corey 🐶: Yeah...

"Watcha doing?" Adam looked over his shoulder curiously.

"Getting advice from Marie," Corey responded.

"On what?" Adam asked, confused.

Corey hesitated for a moment, but remembered what Marie told him. His phone vibrated and he looked down at it.

Marie 🙃: Bitch if you don't do it then I will XD

Corey smiled and shook his head.

"On you two shit heads," he finally answered.

"What do you mean?" Adam asked. He looked over at Samandriel who was sitting on a swing and scrolling through his phone.

"She was right," Corey sighed. "You both clearly like each other. Ask him out already!"

Adam froze.

"Fuck. Is it that obvious?" He looked at Corey hopelessly. Needless to say, Corey wanted to punch something.

"Yes!" He shouted, drawing a confused look from Samandriel.

He waved at the boy who waved back and went back to absentmindedly swinging.

"Seriously, Adam, just ask him out. I bet you a month's worth of pizza he'll say yes," he said. Adam looked at Samandriel.

"Fine, I'll do it before he leaves," Adam decided.

"Better than nothing," Corey reluctantly agreed, much rather having him ask now.

~~~

About an hour later was when it happened. Corey and Adam worked together to plan the date and Samandriel had fun in the playground and chatted with the occasional kid that came up to him (mostly wanting to know if he'd play hide and seek with them. Why? Samandriel doesn't know, but he has fun).

Samandriel headed over to the chatting boys. "I've got to go back to my dorm, I still have a little bit of homework to finish up," he announced.

Adam looked at Corey, who just smirked at him. Samandriel looked at them confused.

"What is it?" he asked.

"Adam here has something he needs to ask you, and I'm just gonna go over there," Corey said as he stood up and walked to a tree not to far away, taking out his phone.

Corey 🐶: Marie it's happening

Marie 🙃: VIDEO

Corey 🐶: I know I know

Quickly, he switched to the camera app and started recording. He was zoomed in on the two boys, luckily still within earshot.

Adam was now standing, and blushing, while Samandriel was still very confused.

"Adam? Are you okay?" he asked worriedly.

"Uh, yeah. I'm fine. Um," he stumbled over his words and blushed brighter.

"Okay, so what did you need to ask?" Samandriel tilted his head.

Adam hesitated and looked over at Corey who gave him an enthusiastic thumbs up.

"Well, I wanted to ask if," he sighed and ran his hands through his hair. "Oh, fuck it."

He grabbed the smaller boy by his shirt and kissed him. Samandriel completely froze. After a second though, he melted into the kiss.

Corey was biting his fist trying not to scream. He struggled to hold his phone steadily in order to capture this whole thing.

After a few seconds, the two boys pulled apart, both blushing hard.

"So," Adam started with a small smile, "would you like to go on a date with me?"

"Of course," Samandriel smiled up at him shyly.

Adam gave him another quick kiss, then Samandriel started heading back to his dorm.

Meanwhile, poor Corey was practically dying. He sent the video to Marie and ran up to Adam to give him a tight hug.

"You did it," he smiled at his friend. Adam nodded, smiling widely.

He looked at his phone to check Marie's reaction, and she did not disappoint.

Marie 🙃: JAGAKSGSKSGA

Marie 🙃: IM SO PROUD

Marie 🙃: TELL ADAM I SAID CONGRATS 🎉

Marie 🙃: My babies are together :')

Corey laughed and looked at Adam.

"Marie says congratulations," he told him.

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You know I’m a guy today, right?

a fierrochase oneshot

Fandom: Magnus Chase and the Gods of Asgard

Pairing: Magnus Chase / Alex Fierro

Genre: pure fluff

Word Count: 2.688

Rating: PG

Inspiration: this wonderful little comic by @ace-artemis-fanartist (thanks again for permitting me to write this!)

A/N: I’ll add a few notes and explanations at the end, feel free to check them out as well!

Warning: Extensive usage of the word “fuck” because Alex is just too fucking attractive

Read on AO3: click here

Before Magnus had met Alex Fierro, his free days outside of Valhalla and the whole save-the-world missions would include a fun trip to Fadlan’s Falafel with Sam or with his parents-per-choice, Blitz or Hearthstone. Or he would meet up with Annabeth and enjoy having his brain roasted by whatever was going on with the Greeks. Or he would spend a nice day alone in a park and enjoy his life as a dead person.

However, his plans this summer were most likely going to kill him. Again.

When Alex opened the door to her room, warm sunlight was gleaming on her hair from behind, weaving some kind of halo that outlined her dark green curls.

“Hi. Alex.” Magnus cleared his throat and shifted his weight nervously from one foot to the other. She was wearing a pastel green dress that was flowing carelessly around her knees, traced with a cute soft pink lace.

“Did you come to stare at me?” She asked with a rather unimpressed voice, looking at him pointedly, before slowly moving to close the door again.

Yup. He was so going to die.

“No, wait.” Magnus managed to shove his foot between the door and the frame, followed by a sharp pain that burnt up to his ankles in no time. “Ouch!”

Alex slowly pulled the door open again and sighed. “What do you want, then?”

“Do you happen to have time tomorrow? I want to grab some ice cream, and Sam is busy collecting souls, so I thought I’d ask you.”  

Actually, the only reason Sam would be busy collecting souls was that he had asked her if it was okay if he used that phrase on Alex, but technically, he hadn’t lied. Sam was strictly against lying and promised him to make sure to look out for souls tomorrow.

“You’ve got the whole of floor 19, and you ask me? What has gotten into you, Beantown?” Alex cocked her head and grinned at him.  

Okay then. Looked like it was about time to pull his last card.  

He took a deep breath. “TJ managed to hook up Mallory with Halfborn – well, actually he just got them to send time together alone, but we all know they’re gonna hook up. And TJ himself is gonna be busy spying over them to ensure it happens. And to make sure that he’ll be able to tell us what happened later.” Actually, it had been him convincing TJ to do it. But still, he didn’t lie.

Alex laughed. “That’s a nice time alone, then.”

Her laugh was as harmonious as molten caramel, and Magnus couldn’t help but smile. “So, are you coming? I’m paying,” he said.

“Free ice cream? Hell yes I’m in,” Alex said, still grinning.

Magnus nodded, and smiled, and pushed a strand of hair behind his ear. He was already turning to leave when the words slipped out of his mouth. “Are you going on a date?”

He probably should have been a little more specific, but Alex got it anyways. She always did.

“Because of the dress? Girls don’t need to have a reason to dress up nicely, Beantown. I just usually don’t wear this when I’m about to kill someone. Don’t wanna get any blood on this.”

“Oh. Okay.” Magnus nodded again, but a million-pound-weight seemed to get lifted off his shoulders.

Alex grinned the most devilish of smiles. “Does that mean you think I’m pretty, Maggie?”

Magnus felt the blood rising to tint his cheeks with the colour of cherry blossoms, and he didn’t answer her, because he felt like his trapped facial expression was all of an answer she needed.  He cleared his throat once more. “I’m gonna pick you up at 3pm tomorrow, alright?”

Alex still smiled at him, but it was softer now, and warmer. When she spoke, her voice wove threads of golden light around his too-fast beating heart. “Alright.”

When Magnus knocked on Alex’ door the next day, she took a while to answer. As she finally pulled the door open and gave him a little wave, she was looking somewhat guilty.

No, Magnus corrected himself, he was looking somewhat guilty.

“Hi,” he started, but Alex didn’t answer, and that was pretty much all it took to leave Magnus completely helpless without a single clue about that to do next. It wasn’t that he was introverted or socially anxious. It was just that Alex usually barely shut her mouth.

Not knowing what to say, he scanned Alex’ appearance. His hands weren’t covered in clay today, and his hair as less messy than usual, so he counted that as a win. Other than that, Alex wore a soft pink hoodie with a green T-Shirt peeking out from underneath, and the usual dark green skinny jeans.  

Alex didn’t snap at him for staring at him yet, so he chose to try and lighten up his mood. “Oh my god. So you are going to kill someone today?” He asked, cocking his head to one side and grinning up at Alex.

Alex didn’t smile back, and shifted uncomfortably. “No, Beantown,” he answered, but it didn’t sound half as sassy as it used to. “Just, I’m a guy today, and I didn’t really feel like wearing a dress.”

Magnus shrugged. “Fair enough.”

“You don’t seem surprised,” Alex frowned, but he did push the door further open.

“I knew,” Magnus answered and mirrored the frown. “So, uh, do you want free ice cream or no?”

Alex pushed him aside as he stepped out of a door and shut it behind them. “I can pay for myself, you know,” he hissed, but it sounded pretty half-hearted.

Magnus sighed. Something was off with Alex, and he guessed that if he tried to comfort him, a broken nose would be the most positive result. “Yeah, but I’m gonna pay, so you shut up.”

“Damn, Magnus, you really know how to treat a guy, eh?” Alex teased him as they made their way out of Valhalla towards Boston.

Magnus blushed, and he didn’t manage to find a cool and sassy answer, so he just stuck his tongue out.

It didn’t really bother him that Alex was a guy today. On the other hand, yes, it did.

The thing was, Magnus had never really wondered about Alex’s sexuality. It hadn’t taken a lot of time for him to crush head over heels for her when they had first met – one would say he lost his head, actually. And that feeling didn’t change on days Alex identified as a boy, because it was still Alex fucking Fierro, whether Alex was male or female. She managed to look cute and hot at the same time when she was female, and the only thing able to top her appearance and her stunning eyes was her personality. And when he was male, he still managed to look cute and hot at the same time, and his personality still drew Magnus in mercilessly.

He had never asked himself whether Alex’s sexuality was fluid as well, or if he/she was only into one gender, or two, or more. Or whether he/she felt romantic or sexual attraction at all. But, by all those fucking gods, he sure hoped that his Kurt Cobain haircut and the lame t-shirts were in some way attractive to Alex Fierro.

(That totally wasn’t the reason he wore a black dress shirt over the dark green Hotel Valhalla shirt, or spent hours trying to apply subtle black eyeliner on the waterline of his eyes, obviously. He wasn’t trying to look cool and mysterious, like, at all.)

He wondered if Alex had realised he had basically asked him out on a date. He wasn’t wearing super fancy clothes exactly, but then again, they were going out for ice cream. That wasn’t exactly a super fancy occasion either.

“Hey, what do you think Mallory and Halfborn are up to right now?” Magnus asked, trying to break Alex’ rare shy behaviour and his own nervousness over whether the Hel this was a date or not.  

And it worked. Alex turned his head to him and grinned, hands buried in the pockets of his skinny jeans. “Knowing Mallory, they’re probably trying to kill each other. Which is just about the perfect date, if you ask me.”

Magnus gulped. Yeah, he probably should have been more considerate of Alex’ interests before asking him out for ice cream. “What about nice things?”

“Who the hell would want to do nice things with me? Do I look like a nice person to you?” Alex laughed, a sound that made Magnus’ heart jump up and down excitedly three times in a row. Alex’ smile made his skin tingle in a funny way and dip his whole body in a comfortable warmth.

Magnus smiled back. “You don’t seem that bad to me,” he admitted, and he watched Alex’ expression going from surprise to a sly grin to a rather sheepish smile, before he hastily turned his face away from him and ruffled through his green  wavy hair.

“That doesn’t count. You always want to do nice stuff.” Alex murmured.

Magnus laughed, though his cheeks blushes. “Is that supposed to be an insult?”

“I don’t know.” Alex shrugged, but when he looked at him again, he smiled. “I’ll tell you once I find out.”

Needless to say, Magnus’ heart did a few backflips and finished gracefully with a lot of tumbling and stuttering. Yup, he most likely was going to die.

“Two scoops, one strawberry, one mind please,” Magnus said to the bored looking lady behind the counter. He could sense Alex slowly turning his head to stare at him.

“On its way,” the lady answered and took an ice cream cone.

While she was busy, Magnus faced Alex with a frown. “What?”

Alex deadpanned him. “You choose,” he started, making a dramatic pause, “fucking strawberry and mint?”

Magnus cocked his head to one side. “What’s wrong with strawberry and mint? It’s delicious!” He almost felt personally insulted by that comment. He freaking loved strawberry with mint.

Alex’ stare turned into a definite are you fucking kidding me as he gestured at himself and his variety of pink and green clothes.

When the ice cream lady handed Magnus his cone, he finally made it out. “Oh.”

Alex rolled his eyes, but the corners of his lips switched upwards, even though he tried to keep a straight face. Then, he turned to the ice cream lady. “Do you happen to have any kind of blue ice cream in stock?”

Magnus gasped, to which Alex only answered with a teeth-baring grin.

A little bit of ice cream had somehow ended up at the corner of Alex’ lips. (They had had blue ice cream, after all, much to Magnus’ indignation.) They had both finished their cones, and had just left the shop when Magnus noticed.

Slowly, he moved his hand to brush it away, smiling to himself. Then, Alex started to smirk, and Magnus blushed. “Er – sorry.”

Alex lifted one eyebrow and cocked his head. His lips were curved perfectly, with a stupid cupid’s bow of the softest stupid shade of pink ever, and his eyes were sparkling with just the right mixture of teasing and fondness.

Magnus was suddenly aware of his own beating heart. He took Alex’ hand in his, surprised by the warmth of it, and he leant forwards slowly, his eyes constantly flickering back and fro between his eyes and his stupidly attractive grin because he needed to see if Alex would pull away.

He didn’t.

The kiss turned his whole world upside down, and it was his first kiss ever and he was a nervous fucking mess, and his heart stopped for a second when Alex’ lips started to move against his own.

After just a few seconds, Alex pulled away, a hunted look on his face as he stared at Magnus. His heart clenched painfully.

“You – you know I’m a guy today, right?” Alex shifted uncomfortably, as if he was trying to hide himself behind his sweater.

So this was what it all was about. Magnus gave Alex an exasperated glare as he finally understood. This wasn’t about Alex not wanting to go out with Magnus when he was male. This was about Alex being scared that Magnus might not want to go on a date with him when he was male.

“Idiot,” Magnus blurted out and raised his hands in a gesture that meant to say I had no idea you were so fucking stupid but I also really like you and want to take your fears away. Yeah, no, there was no way Alex would get that. “I just wanted to kiss you!” he finally concluded, his voice a little louder than probably necessary, but he was excited and happy and nervous and he couldn’t believe Alex actually thought that his gender would change anything.

Alex still stared at him, but his cheeks coloured with a soft pink shade, and his sparkling eyes were suddenly suspiciously wet.

Magnus broke out into a huge, goofy smile. “Does that mean you don’t mind me kissing you?”

Alex hastily blinked his tears away and tried to remain cool, but he really, really didn’t manage it. “I bet I’m gonna regret this, but I actually don’t,” he said, trying to keep his voice slightly disinterested, but his eyes, golden honey and soft chocolate, trailed off to his lips, and before Magnus had quite processed what he said or did, Alex pulled him close, without any hesitation, and his movements were determined but gentle.

When their lips met for the second time, Alex flung his arms around Magnus like his life depended on it. The way he combed his fingers through Magnus’ hair sent butterflies into his stomach and sparks inside his head, and Magnus just sort of melted against him, unable to do anything but to hold Alex Fierro within the soft embrace of his arms.

Alex’ lips tasted like honey and lemon. Magnus was barely capable of concentrating on anything else but the small electric strikes that exploded all over his body and left his head in a weird state of being completely empty and filled with a thousand thoughts and emotions at once.

Just as he began to wonder how it was possible to feel like hot cocoa and warm blankets and rain against his windows and Alex Fierro in his arms until they’d fall asleep together and being kind of turned on at the same exact moment, Alex pulled away once more, grinning as Magnus leaned in closer as he pulled back. Well, nobody could judge him. He just got kissed by Alex motherfucking Fierro. He could swear he could do anything at this point.

“Easy there, Beantown,” Alex whispered with a sly grin and tugged at one of the blond strands of hair that had fallen into his face.  

Her fingers softly trailed his coloured cheeks, and Magnus felt like he should say something, but the only thing that came out was a rather huskily stammered “wow”.

Alex’ grin became even wider, even though his face was still heated. “So, what other nice things did you plan for today?”

“Um,” Magnus started, completely caught off guard. Did Alex even realise how ambiguous that sounded? He shook his head, laughing quietly. Alex had probably intended for it to sound like that. What a tease. “Wanna hang out in my room? The garden is pretty nice,” he said, and he meant it like that. The kiss had been pretty promising, but he didn’t intend to do anything else, not now. He had fantasized about what would happen if Alex would actually like him back, and they had always ended up under the tree in his garden, just two dead people on soft grass in the late warm afternoon sun.

“Geez, I knew I was going to regret this,” Alex answered, but he winked at him with a smile that took Magnus’ breath. “Come on, then. You invited me on a date, you lead the way!”

Oh, well. He already was dead, after all.

A/N: Gaaah! It was so fun to write this. I was torn between sticking to my usual writing style and experimenting with a different one, so it ended up being a mixture of both. I hope you guys enjoyed it anyways :)

I haven’t read Ship of the Dead yet, but I already know their first kiss is going to happen differently, but I still wanted to write an oneshot to @ace-artemis-fanartist ’s art. I also found out that they have a “so you think I’m pretty?” scene similar to the one above, and I think it’s super funny as I wrote it weeks before the book came out!

Also, I’d like to add a few words on Alex. I just want to make sure it doesn’t look like I’m trying to express Alex’ gender through her/his clothes - I just really wanted her to wear a dress, since Uncle Rick mentioned her dresses in Hammer of Thor, but we never got to read about her in one of those (again, I haven’t read SotD yet). I used to identify as genderfluid (and am still figuring out wtf is my gender), and my gender expression changes from time to time, so please be assured that I’m not trying to be an ignorant asshole here!

I also really wanted to show the more sensitive side of Alex we got to catch a glimpse of in tHoT - I love her being confident about her gender, but I think she suffers then and now, and that being with Magnus is actually a huge step for her.

If you’ve got any questions or think I was being insensitive in some points, please message me!

[foreverlovingdaryldixon]

The world needs more fluffy/awkward caryl fics. If you want, you should write an au oneshot where Daryl is terrible in bed and Carol teaches him stuff and thangs. (Id love you forever)

A/N: 18+ only, mature content. Smutty times ahead.

His rhythm is stuttered, his hands too shy to wander far, never knowing what she likes or where to touch her.

Carol wouldn’t go as far to say he was terrible in bed but…he was.

It wasn’t through lack of trying and by god did Carol appreciate the effort, the guy had the stamina of a hundred men and a holding out power unlike any she’d ever experienced.

But in the end she always told him to let go, what he was doing was never going to get her there and she’d always told him it was a her thing rather than a him…until now.

“Daryl.”

“Yeah.” His voice was a barely a grunt in response, hips bucking into hers erratically. 

“Just, um, just stop for a minute,” she asked, pulling his head up from where it was rested against her collarbone. 

He stilled immediately, still buried inside her but ready to pull out within a second if that’s what she wanted.

“What’s wrong?” he asked worriedly, bracing himself up on his forearms further to give her some space.

“You know when I said I couldn’t…”

“Yeah.” Daryl already didn’t like where this conversation was going.

“Well, I mean it’s not that I can’t, exactly, it’s just-”

“I ain’t doin’ it for ya,” Daryl finished off, disappointment in himself lacing through his words.

“But I can teach you,” Carol hurried out as he tried to pull away from her, her arms wrapping around his broad shoulders to keep him from going anywhere.

Daryl spluttered a response, growling under his breath how he couldn’t even do something so simple as please his woman.

“Every woman is different Daryl,” Carol comforted, kissing the side of his jaw slowly, sucking lightly when she got to his earlobe. “You just need to learn what works for me,” she murmured against his skin, nails raking lightly down his back making him shiver in her arms.

“Show me.” His voice was low and raspy, sending a thrill through Carol as he pulled out of her, sitting back on his knees.

She felt exposed, legs still slack open, baring all as he watched her intently, more than willing to take notes from the lesson he was about to receive.

“O-okay,” she stuttered out, nerves suddenly getting the better of her. 

“Don’t be afraid to explore,” she started, letting her hands roam down her chest to her breasts, massaging them in circular motions. “When a woman is aroused, all of the skin becomes alive with nerve endings, use that to your advantage.” 

She then rolled her nipple between her thumb and forefinger, moaning softly as she pinched it harder, noting as Daryl licked his lips at the sight only serving to give her more pleasure. 

One hand left her breast to skim down her body, teasing herself as she reached the apex between her legs. 

“Don’t go straight in for it, let your fingers travel around a bit more, let the anticipation build.”

Daryl’s eyes followed the slow movement of her fingers, noting how they avoided going near her clit, gradually getting higher with each stroke.

“And then-” Carol sucked in a sharp breath as her fingers played against the bundle of nerves, pushing into it with two fingers.

The combination of her touching herself and Daryl watching was getting her there far quicker than she’d expected. 

“Don’t stop until- uh- I- uh- ah- yes-,” her sentence broke off as she became a string of moans, one hand in between her legs, the other tugging on her breast.

“Shit Carol,” Daryl muttered, screwing his eyes shut for a moment as he tried to control his raging erection.

“Touch me,” she whimpered, unwilling to let up on her own movements until he replaced it with his own.

Swiftly he crawled forward, kissing her sweetly before his fingers slid over her own, replacing her touch with his when she drew away.

He used two fingers just like she’d done, granted his fingertips weren’t as soft and as smooth as her own, calloused from years of manual labour.

If Carol minded though she didn’t seem to say otherwise, arching up into his touch as he rubbed her nub fast and calculated.

She groaned loudly, pulling him back down into a searing kiss, rocking her hips against his hand, reaching blindly between them to grasp at his dick, leading it straight back to where it was before.

Daryl let out a strangulated moan as she sucked him back in, her walls convulsing around him, her own moans turning into cries.

She was close he could feel it. Using his free hand he palmed her breast, thumb flicking over the delicate peak, smiling into the kiss as she arched her back, hips meeting his thrust for thrust.

“Don’t stop,” she cried, writhing beneath him, his name a needy whimper on her lips.

“Yes,” she murmured, “yes, yes, yes yes yes, yes!” 

“Fuckkk!” Daryl yelled as she came around him, her muscles squeezing his dick in an iron grip, her pelvis grinding against his as she drew out the last of her pleasure.

Daryl let himself go as soon as he felt her push his hand away from her sensitive clit, sucking down hard on her neck as he spent himself within her.

“God,” Carol sighed after Daryl collapsed on top of her.

He propped his chin up just below the hollow of her throat. “I do okay?”

“Mhmm,” Carol hummed in satisfaction, sifting her fingers through his hair, smiling as his thumb played circles against her hipbone. “Next time I’ll teach you how to do that with your tongue.”

Her eyes may have been closed but she could still feel the heat radiating off Daryl’s flushed face. 

[stunudo]

Closing Time: A Criminal Minds Fan-fiction AU

Featuring: Emily Prentiss x Female Reader

Warning: Smut

Requested by: Anonymous

“ You don't have to write it but can you write a little au oneshot where Emily is a bartender and she owns the bar but is covering for the bartender who usually is there. And she meets this girl and the girl stays with her until the bar closes and something smutty happens? Thnx.💕”       

Image is from fanpop.com

A/N: I tried limited third person, I usually write second person for insert fiction. Let me know if it makes sense. xoxo Stu

Your name: submit What is this?

It was a Friday night in the middle of August, a night where the humidity radiates from the stonewalls of the old buildings. Through the heavy alley entrance, she slid her key into the lock, grimacing with effort. All of Emily’s thoughts were how she had had enough. She was done with Trish’s excuses, for the way the other bartenders and servers covered for her and her crappy attitude. As owner of Caps & Tabs for three years, Emily had dealt with her fair share of shady employees. But Trish had earned her dismissal like a stretched out sports bra: something that served no purpose besides a reminder of past dedication and support.

Emily stormed into the back office and hung up her coat, locking her purse in the desk. Shady employees were expected, even thieves showed up to their shifts. Emily rolled her shoulders and double checked her make up. If she was going to be pouring tonight, she wanted to make it worth it. Smiling at her self she nodded in agreement, these suckers weren’t ready for the boss or her generous drinks.

Y/N didn’t know why she had gone out in the first place. Her roommates were drunk before they even made it to the bar, plus all they wanted to do was play darts and be obnoxious. She stabbed the ice in her pint glass with her cocktail spear, the fruit already consumed. The music from the live band was making up for the despondent feeling plaguing her.

She hummed along to the familiar covers and swayed as the music and the alcohol washed over her. Sam, her best friend sauntered over smiling.

“Nice to see, somebody is finally relaxing!” He stood next to the stool she sat on, casually nodding at the barkeep, holding up his drink to signal for a second. Or was it his third? The woman’s dark eyes catching everything, her easy smile acknowledging the request.

“This bands good.” Y/N smiled at her old friend. “You going to dance with me?”

“Nah, I’m on the prowl. Don’t want to give off any straight vibes tonight.” Sam smiled, paying for his next round with cash.

“Dancing to oldies doesn’t scream hetero, you know.” Y/N teased, only slightly disappointed.

“True, but the guy across the bar is eying yours truly as we speak.” Sam winked off to the crowd closest to the entrance. “Don’t look, god, Y/N!”

She rolled her eyes, “Whatever, Rico Suave, you go flirt with strangers. I’m good here.”

“Don’t mind if I do. Watch out for Jacki?” He squeezed her shoulder and strolled away. She sat humming again, watching Jacki wipe the floor with the guys near the pool table. Their roommate was gorgeous, tall and toned yet extremely feminine. Y/N admitted to having a small crush on Jacki when she first moved in, but her personality drove those feelings away quickly. Jacki was also as straight as they come, and her fuck boys come and go just as quickly.

Emily knew Fridays were the busiest day of the week, but seeing her staff hustle hour after hour made her appreciate them more. She bantered with the regulars and dismissed the few people looking for Trish. She may not be handing out free drinks, but Emily Prentiss didn’t skimp on the alcohol. The band finished their set just before eleven and the closing DJ was setting up.

With the nightlife crowd trickling in and the happy hour crowd easing out, Emily collected tips and swapped tills. The less money to count at the end of the night, the quicker everyone got home. She carried the drop bags and the used till into the office. She noticed a woman on her phone lingering near the bathrooms, she shrugged and kicked the door closed behind her.

The woman was still there huffing and pacing when Emily left the office, preparing for the insanity that was to come. After deciding against it, Emily turned on her heeled boot and approached the woman. “Everything alright? Do you need a ride?”

The woman didn’t look up at first, but mumbled dejectedly. “Uh, no, I should be fine. Just waiting on my roommates.”

“Well, if you need anything, I’m bar tending all night. Names Emily. I run this place.”

“Oh gosh, no it’s okay. No big deal. But, yeah, thanks.” She was embarrassed, but Emily smiled in relief. “My name’s Y/N, just in case, you wanted to know.” Emily could finally see the moping woman’s features. Her face relaxing to reveal a timeless beauty. She smiled shyly at the bar owner now.

“Nice to meet you, Y/N. I will see you around.” Emily chuckled gently and made a smooth exit. Pretty girls were not something she was planning on distracting her tonight, but what could she do? She liked saving people.

Y/N secluded herself in the hallway between the bathrooms and the backdoor for another few minutes, trying to muster up the courage to talk to the hot woman with the dark hair. Jacki had been texting her on and off to appear aloof to the dude bros she was flirting with all night. She really didn’t want to entertain her tipsy roommate all night, but she was keeping an eye out for Jacki anyway. Friends are underrated creatures.

Y/N straightened her shoulders and marched to the bar, waiting coyly on a stool closer to the back than the dance floor. Y/N smiled at the other employees, reassuring herself that the boss lady had initiated contact. She waited until there was a wide opening for the porcelain woman’s attention.

“Mind if I place an order?” She grinned.

“By all means, Y/N. What can I get you?”

“How about Sex on the Beach?”

“It gets so messy though.” She winked and started pouring.

“I take what I can get.”

Emily tisked at the bit of desperation that trailed into the joke. “I think you deserve the best around,” She handed her a tall glass, “Enjoy.”

“Can you put it on my tab? It’s a Visa.” Y/N dropped a five in the tip jar.

“You’re taken care of tonight.” Emily’s eyes drew Y/N into a whirlwind of daydreams. The fantasies coming with each stolen glance or tossed away smirk. She nursed the cocktail and ignored the buzzing of her phone.

Emily hadn’t used her office for after hours meetings since purchasing the bar from her uncle. In these past few years, she had done a lot of maturing while learning the ins and outs of small business managements. Right now, all she was worrying about was learning the ins and outs of Y/N’s clothes. The bar shut off the lights on the few people still chatting over an hour ago. Her bartenders and servers had cleaned up. Emily had walked Y/N into her office after securing the safe, pouring both of them another cocktail.

The bar owner’s lips were gliding over the young woman’s collarbone, slipping her leather jacket over her bare shoulders. Emily trailed kisses back up her exposed neck, resting her prominent nose before Y/N’s ear. “I could take you right here. But I think we would be much more... comfortable, at my place.”

Y/N had her eyes closed, her head rolled forward to catch Emily’s mouth in a wanton kiss. “Lead the way.” Emily linked her fingers with the no longer shy woman’s and headed out the through the back alley.

Y/N was relieved to find that Emily Prentiss lived one block away from her beloved bar. Her airy apartment was covered in wooden floors, framed band posters and abstract art. Y/N didn’t register any of these details until the following morning. Tonight, she was fiercely kicking off her sandals and groping Emily’s ass. It was a scramble to remove their attire and continue the heavy petting that had sent them stumbling towards the bedroom.

Emily’s bed was covered in a dark duvet that was haphazardly draped over itself. Y/N was impressed with the size of the room and the headboard. Emily’s tiny waist kept drawing Y/N’s grasp. Their mouths left imprints on each other, lipstick, love bites, paths backtracked and followed again. Y/N was savoring Emily’s breasts as they fell onto the generous mattress.

Y/N didn’t have many coherent ideas running through her head besides the sensations and images that were all Emily. One fleeting thought told her that going out tonight was one of the best things that had happened to her in a long time. Emily rolled Y/N on to her back, tracing her body in teasing licks.

Emily’s mouth was flawless and merciless, Y/N was a whimpering heap before long. Emily’s skillful fingers traced the reaches of Y/N’s sex, pulling her orgasm from her core. Her tongue lavished Y/N’s searing arousal. Emily wasn’t done with this gorgeous woman yet. Her firm grip, drew Y/N’s hips to hers. Emily enjoyed grinding as long as she got to set the rhythm. Y/N’s sensitized slit collided with Emily’s and they rocked each other over the next precipice.

Their tongues found each other, dancing and tasting until they became a new flavor together. Y/N’s hands had taken over Emily’s momentum, driving the bar owner to a level of blinding pleasure. The connection was rapturous, these women who met in a set of circumstances between annoyance and devotion. Emily’s breath hitched as she whined Y/N’s name into the sticky night air. The sounds of the city faded from their ears as their bodies melted into a dreamless slumber.

@emilyfuckingprentiss @gubl-oser @reidbyers @dontshootmespence @emilyprentissdaily @treatmelikeadamnprentiss

[artlessictoan]

ICTOAN’s Big ol’ Planned Fic Masterlist:

I’ve been meaning to do this for a while, but now’s as good a time as any, so; here’s a list of all the fics I’m currently working on and plan to write in the future! (I’ll keep this list updated any time I finish/start/think up something new and there’ll be a link to this page in my blog header)

I’m hoping that getting myself and other people excited for my planned fics will encourage me to crack on and finish my WIPs

Current WIPs:

Here are all the fics I am currently working on, I’m still trying to find a balance where I can update more regularly without sacrificing quality, I don’t know if I’d be able to work on more than 3-4 fics at a time, but I will probably be experimenting with having five or six on the go at some point – I do tend to get easily distracted and having more fics I can bounce between might actually be easier for me

Like Smoke into the Sand – 50% complete

Breaking the Cycle – N/A (no set plot or plan)

Nice to Meet You – N/A (oneshot collection)

The Fearful Unknown – 25% complete

Heliotropism – 20% complete (very rough guess)

False Starts – On hold until I figure out my.. Feelings on this one

(note that these are rough estimates and I have been known to extend a fic’s planned length by a couple of chapters before, so take these percentages with a grain of salt)

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Planned Multi-Chap Fics:

My ideas for future fics (in order of when I will most likely start them), they’re mostly still in early stages of development and everything here can and probably will change by the time they actually come out

Next in the Gem AU –

·        Sequel(s) to ATFC

·        Pairings: NaruGaa, NaruHina, HinaGaa, NaruHinaGaa, SakuTema, SakuTemaTen, KakaIru, KankuKiba, InoShikaCho

·        Follows directly off of ATFC, the second act of the overarching LTL plot, will be similar to ATFC but more action and plot oriented

·        There will also be a third fic to follow, along with a few spin-off oneshots/collections

False Starts – 

·        Kase-san fic

·        Pairings: KaseYama, Aroace!Mikawa, maybe others

·        AU setting, the girls never met at school and thus led very different lives, Kase went on to become a star sprinter, but, with her entire life revolving around athletics, as she grows older and her star fades, she finds herself lacking motivation and teetering on the edge of depression, meanwhile Yamada has done exactly what was always expected of her, going to a local college, taking a course she liked but didn’t love and eventually becoming a teacher, never realising the option to follow her passion was even available

·        Story follows Kase as she’s forced into a long-term ‘vacation’ back to her hometown to rehabilitate and rediscover her drive, while there she meets Yamada and they strike up a friendship and eventual romance, helping each other find out what kind of life they really want to live and realising that it’s not too late to try

·         Mid-to-long fic, mostly fluffy, slice-of-life romance, but with exploration of things like depression and mid-life crises, the girls will be about 32-34 in this, possibly a little older

Liquor Bottles and Ukuleles –

·        Pairings: ChoGaa, ShikaTema, SakuKarui, InoTen, ex-LeeGaa, ex-ChoKarui, Aro!Kank

·        Long-ish fic, college AU, Chouji is a happy but lonely student, who has accepted that he’ll never meet ‘The One’, until his best friends shove a cute redhead in his direction, mostly a fluffy romance fic, though there will be some drama

·        Blind!Gaara

·        Lots of close friendships (InoShikaCho, ChoKarui, ChoOmoi, ChoKaruOmoi, InoTema, Sand Sibs)

College AU –

·        Pairings: NaruGaa, HinaMatsu, possible others

·        Short fic, each chap split into two sections, one following Naru/Gaa and one following Hina/Matsu, though they will sometimes intersect, both pairs will be getting equal billing, mostly a sweet and fluffy fic, it might (Might) have some smut (mIGHT)

Ghost Hunter AU –

·        Another series, made up of short stories following a particular character/pairing

·        Pairings: NaruGaa, SakuIno, KakaGai, TemaTen, HinaOmoiCho, ShikaShino, KankFuu, possible others

·        Each fic will be standalone, but will reference other fics in the series (first in series will likely be NaruGaa, then SakuIno), Team 7 are a gang of ghost hunters who travel the country dealing with paranormal activities, meeting all sorts of new people and strange situations along the way

YodoChou Fic –

·        Pairings: YodoChou, probable others

·        Canon-verse, next gen, I’m thinking this fic will be much more similar to the Naruto manga than my other fics with an action adventure story that has ninjas doing ninja stuff, though that doesn’t mean I’m not going to just ignore Everything that happens in Boruto, it’ll be more like the first few arcs of Naruto where the conflicts/stakes are relatively small scale and it’s more about the characters than any big world-shaking events

NaruGaa Gym AU –

·        Pairings: NaruGaa, SakuTema, probable others

·        Short fic, modern AU, Gaara is the sickly noodle boy who is roped into going to the gym with his big sis, where he meets the chipper, chubby gym-bunny Naruto, who peptalks him onto a treadmill and then laughs for ten hours when he Immediately trips over literally nothing and sprains his ankle (and then buys him a coffee to apologise), meanwhile Temari has managed to get into a weightlifting competition with buff lesbian Sakura and it all gets a bit out of hand

InoHina Modern AU – 

·        Pairings: InoHina, NaruHina (kinda), probable others

·        Based on this post

Post-college AU, Ino owns and runs a small boutique, when one day a shy, modest-looking woman comes in and starts browsing the more ‘scanty’ range, quickly picking up on her uncertainty and discomfort as she brings a miniskirt and low-cut tank top to the counter, Ino decides to help her get the guy she’s been mooning over for years (Naruto) by giving her a makeover that works with Hinata’s style, before realizing that she’s totally fallen for her somewhere along the way and now has no idea what to do about it

SakuKarui Modern AU – 

·        Continuation of this drabble

·        Pairings: SakuKarui, HinaTema, KankuShino, SaiFuu, Aro!Gaa, InoCho, NejiLee, OmoiNaru, possible others

Short fic, post-college, Karui is a struggling artist trying to make a living as a recent grad, Sakura is her loving, but delinquent, girlfriend, a med-school dropout, who somehow always manages to get into fights, both dealing with quarter life crises and trying to build a life together

Mythology AU – 

·        Pairings: TemaRui, SakuInoHina, Aro!Ten, KarinFuu, KurotsuFuu, KureKonan, Aro!Yugito, ShizuRin, KaruraKushiMei, ChiyoNade, possible others

·        Continuation of this drabble

Not entirely sure what I want to do for this, but I just really like the idea of exploring the ‘all the nart girls as goddesses of war’ idea somehow, will probably be a short drabble collection, each chap focusing on different characters/relationships, I’d like to keep this to only the girls (though some will be nb in this)

Hospital AU – 

·        Pairings: SakuTema, InoKarin, ChoGaa, KankuKiba, NaruHinaLee, Aro!Shika, ex-TemaTen, ex-NaruSaku

·        Continuation of this drabble

Short fic, real-world setting, most of the gang works at a hospital, centres on surgeon!Sakura and administrative manager!Temari’s mutual unrequited love, and the scheming of their friends who’re trying to get them both to realise how head-over-heels the other is for them, a fluffy comedy with some Sad

Sci-fi AU – 

·        Pairings: HinaMatsu, ShikaNaru, InoChoTema, LeeGaa, NejiTen, KibaRui, ShinoOmoi, KakaGai, AsuKure, Aro!Saku, Aro!Sasu

·        Continuation of this drabble

·        Long-ish fic, (light) sci-fi setting, a team of scientists from all fields is on a (likely one-way) expedition, hoping to push the boundaries of human knowledge and discover more about the galaxy and potential life outside the solar system (without disrupting it if at all possible, I’m really keen to try and keep any colonial themes out of this) sending any knowledge back to Earth to help humanity improve itself, while trapped on a ship with little to no hope of ever returning, the crew build new lives and relationships slowly develop, will probably be a slice-of-life fic with the space stuff just as a background

Will definitely have alien life, but I’m not sure if I want sentient aliens who’re as developed/more developed than humanity, I’d like to keep this to the more “realistic” end of the genre and the focus to be mainly on the crew and their friendships, but thoughts would be welcome!

Olympic Lesbian Shenanigans – ***

·         Pairings: uh, idk actually…… Every Girl x Every Other Girl?

·         Loosely based on Gentlemen Prefer Blondes

·         Short-mid length fic, modern au/period setting, a pair of girls (leaning towards Ino and Karin but could go any way at this point) end up on a multi-week cruise ship with the Konoha Ladies Olympic Team (which will somehow include any non-Konoha girls too)……. things get very Gay

·         Possibly smutty?

·         …Probably smutty

·         Purely me-pandering ngl

·         Oh god what am I doing

Spy AU –

·        Pairings: NaruGaa, InoTema, ShikaCho, HinaTen, NejiLee, possible others

·        Long fic, plot-focused action thriller, will likely end up exploring dark themes, but also I might change my mind and go for a more fun 70s spy-thriller type vibe (I’m thinking about making Gaa a trans woman in this one but I’m still kinda unsure? Feedback would be welcome)

Sand Sib Fic –

·        Possible implied NaruGaa and ShikaTema, but the focus will be on the sibs

·        Will probably be similar in style to BTC, following the sand sibs and their relationship as it changes over the years (not sure if I’ll go right from the beginning, or just from the chunin exam arc up to the end of the war arc), going into much more detail about their development since Kishi dgaf about them, especially Gaara’s struggle to change himself after the exams, how and why he got Suna to accept him, Kank and Tem and their very complex relationship with Gaara (and each other) and Gaara’s long recovery from.. y’know. death. I’ll probably diverge from canon in some places (like the Rasa/Gaa reunion during the war)

Samurai AU –

·        Pairings: NaruGaa, SakuHina, TemaTen, KibaIno, ChoKarui, possible others

·        Similar to SITS but more plot-focused, long fic, historical drama, set in Sengoku era Japan (or more likely a version of the Naruto world based heavily on it), no fantasy elements, might get dark in places, the story will mostly be focusing on Naruto, so it might be split into a series or have short spinoff fics focusing on other characters

Jinchuriki Fic –

·        No pairings planned thus far

·        Canon-divergent, after the chunin exams, instead of deciding to become Kazekage, Gaara instead wants to be for the other jinchuriki what Naruto was to him, follows the time-skip with Gaara traveling the continent and inadvertently starting a nomadic jinchuriki tribe, will probably be slice-of-life, though I might also just run with the idea and rewrite the whole Naruto plot based on this (and other) changes, for example:

·        Temari takes the position of Kazekage and her and Kankuro are taking steps to change their village for the better (they’re in regular contact with Gaara and constantly send letters to his new friends reminding them to make sure he eats)

·        Hinata and Neji are both much more active in their goal to destroy their clan’s caste system

·        Sasuke returns to Konoha earlier and him and the other rookies do their own investigating into their village’s long history of reprehensible actions

·        Cut the entire war arc. All of it.

·        Make the conflict less about big grand battles against ultimate evil mcbadguys and more about actually revolutionising the ninja world at its very core

Model AU –

·        Possible pairings: NaruGaa, probable others, it’s all very uncertain

·        ……. Look idk the idea just won’t leave me alone ok?

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Planned Oneshots:

(Same deal as my planned multi-chaps!)

Narugaa, based on this post, Naruto trips over at a train station one day and ends up cackling uncontrollably on the floor, even as a cute redhead helps him up, the next day a friend shows him a craigslist ad from someone who helped up a laughing man at the train station and was too shy to ask his name at the time but was hoping that he was alright

Narugaa, based on this post, Naruto lives in the same apartment building as The Most Beautiful Man In The World, unfortunately they only ever cross paths when Naruto happens to have horribly embarrassed himself in some way, meanwhile The Most Beautiful Man In The World has been quietly trying to find excuses to see his cute blond neighbor, who must be really confident to not care about that giant salsa stain down the front of his shirt and wow he wished he could be so free and self-assured

Temari-centric oneshot about her strict training and life growing up

InoShikaChoTema, ot4 fluff oneshot

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If there’re any fics I’ve spoken about here that you’d really love to see, then do let me know! I can push the stories with more interest to the top of my agenda, keep in mind though, that I won’t be starting anything new until I’ve at least finished ATFC (possibly SITS too) and that my more ambitious fics will require a lot of pre-production before I’m willing to start them – I spent a good six months doing research for SITS – so fics like the spy au and the samurai au will need a lot more time to get started than, say, a college au

As always, I’m open to requests and if anyone has thoughts on anything I’ve already got planned that they’d like to share, then I’m open to chatting! Almost all of these fics (apart from everything in the LTL series) are still very early in development, so things can change a little, or a lot! I reserve the right to reject ideas that I don’t feel comfortable writing/don’t fit my vision, of course, but I’m pretty opened minded about this stuff, so don’t be afraid to gimme a shout