#God they're so silly I need to grab them in my mouth and shake them around like dog toys

[fr0zenballs]

Laois and Kabru are both transmasc to me

T4T couple but they're both awful little freaks

[h3rmess]

WHERE OUR BLUE IS

Written by @h3rmess ✰

Masterlist

S3 : Chapter 2 - Confrontation ☆☆

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Yuuji's POV

"It's been exactly 23 minutes since they left." I had counted the time that Seiko and Fushiguro had been gone.

"Why are you counting?" Maki questioned as I paced along the coast, biting my nails.

What could they be up to?

Since Kugisaki had told me that Seiko and Fushiguro were apparently dating and I needed to know if it was true.

"Why are you so worried?" Okkotsu asked, causing me to look at him briefly.

"Because how could they not tell me they're dating!" I yelled, clenching my chest as my heart burned. "Me and Seiko have been best friends for 12 years now! Do those 12 years mean nothing?" I held my face in my palms dramatically, shaking my head in disbelief.

"Bonito flakes..." Inumaki spoke, looking unimpressed.

"I know this is silly Inumaki, but I feel so betrayed right now!" I continued with my pacing around, kicking the water as the tide drew near my feet.

"You're being unreasonable. If they didn't tell you, they obviously have a reason as to why." Maki stated, making me even more devastated.

"That's the thing! What was the reason?" I plummeted to the ground, sitting down on the slightly cooler sand.

"Hey, hey! What's up, Yuuji?" Gojo walked over, crouching down next to me as I wallowed in my misery.

"He's upset that Okumoto didn't tell him about whatever she has going on with Fushiguro." Maki answered for me.

Gojo laughed hysterically, almost manically, causing me to scoot away from him cautiously.

"Oh, Yuuji! Don't worry about it! We'll interrogate them when they get back." Gojo patted my back before standing up and going to finish eating his food.

I lifted my head to see Kugisaki sprinting towards us at an unfathomable speed, almost falling in the process as the grains of sand moved beneath her feet.

"THEY WERE ABOUT TO KISS! IT'S CONFIRMED! THEY'RE DEFINITELY DATING!" She yelled out, catching her breath between each sentence.

All of our jaws dropped, apart from Gojo. He laughed, falling to the floor and gasping for air. He rolled around before sitting up again, his eyes teary behind his glasses.

"Your reactions are so funny!" He giggled, clutching his stomach in hopes of relieving the pain.

"Huh...?" I tilted my head slightly, unsure of what he meant.

I heard a beep from beside me, looking up to see Nanami Kento standing next to me with a camera in his hand.

"Here Gojo. God, I can't believe I agreed to do this for you..." Nanami muttered before handing the camera back to Gojo.

"Nanamin? When did you get here?" I asked him as I looked up curiously.

"I told you not to call me that. I got here about thirty minutes ago. Gojo asked me to film your reactions." Nanami scowled. He wore his usual attire, just without the blazer he would normally wear. His eyes glistened in the sunlight before the closed, and a sigh left his mouth. He walked away from us, heading over to a deck chair we had brought along and taking a seat, his head in his hands as he rubbed his temples.

Gojo got up, running over to pester Nanami as per usual. Just then, I noticed two figures walking towards us, soon realising that it was Seiko and Fushiguro. I stood, darting towards them at a pace one could only describe as terrifying.

"YOU HOMEWRECKER! YOU'VE DELUDED HER!" I grabbed Seiko's arm, shouting at Fushiguro furiously.

"What are you on about now, Itadori?" He asked, unbothered.

"Under normal circumstances, if Seiko were dating anyone else, she would tell me. But because of you she didn't!" I told him, shaking my best friend.

"What makes you so sure of that?" Seiko glanced at me, not turning her head to look at me but simply moving her eyes. Shivers rushed down my spine as I lunged away from her in fear.

"Seiko- I- Are you two really dating?" I asked the question that had been at the forefront of my mind. They both reddened, looking away from me awkwardly, which led my to my answer.

"Seiko! How could you not tell me! We've been together since birth! Locked in!" I cried, grabbing hold of her once more. The others came over to join us after hearing that the rumours were indeed true.

"Yuuji, we are not siblings..." She mumbled.

"We might as well be!"

"Yeah, we could. But still, we've only been together for a week and a bit, that's why we didn't tell anyone yet." She confessed, slightly putting me at ease.

I huffed out, crossing my arms as Seiko broke out into a fit of laughter.

"Hey! it's not funny!" I shouted, only making her laugh more.

She positioned her hand into a gun, shooting water at me and laughing even harder.

A bucket of water we had been using earlier for sand castles was beside me. I picked it up, threatening her.

"You better watch out." I told her.

She repeated the action, this time soaking me completely. She began to run away, grabbing Fushiguro's hand in the process.

I ran after them, Kugisaki following me for support.

"Pollack roe." Inumaki said, slowing jogging after us. Okkotsu followed him, laughing as he did.

"These guys are seriously weird..." Maki trailed behind, helping us catch Fushiguro and Seiko.

Gojo's POV

I watched the students chasing each other along the shore. Their laughs and shouts reminded me of my time as a student at Jujutsu High.

"Youth really is precious." I spoke to Nanami as he nodded in agreement.

"As jujustu sorcerers, they're exposed to so many negative situations. It's important for them to have these sorts of moments and let them be kids. After all, it's not a crime to be a child." Nanami spoke, the sunset casting shades of orange onto his face.

I looked into the distance, the blue of the water reminding me of a similar experience I had in my youth. Reminding me of him. My best friend, my one and only.

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-> I shed a tear writing this 🥲

-> Why this took me so long? I don't know. The next chapter should be out faster than this one.

-> I've been drawing so much recently! I'm happy I've got back into this hobby. I have a few more pieces in the works that will be shared in due time xx

-> Literally so excited for the next 2 chapters!!

-> See you guys soon! Love ya ✌️😋

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TAGS ~

@nyxlai @inlovewithlondonn @sad-darksoul @eternalalmondd @httpstoyosi @vivi-loves-penguins @samutoru @lysaray @maya-maya-56

[bteezxyewriter12]

Take My Picture ~ Mingi/ 1

Pairing- Mingi x Named Reader

Word count- 1.2k

Includes- Public sex, oral, pussy eating, cum eating, fingering, cock riding multiple orgasms, fluff

Tag List- @mingtina @jaxxmine

@delightfulmoonbanana @yeosxxx @seokwoosmole @jjongsbebe @tannie13 @wisejudgedragonhairdo @meowmeowminnie @woo-stars @yeosayang @itstyraaxx

@borntowalkaway

For this series the couple is from Confess

Series Masterlist

Mingi POV

"Song, Mingi, you better put that tongue back where it belongs", she says, taking the picture of me that I asked her too

Lifting my hat off my eyes, I pout, "But it made a silly picture jagi"

She rolls her eyes, "I don't need to deal with your foolishness Mingi. You know ATINYS are not gonna see that as silly. They're going to go crazy when they see your tongue"

She comes closer to me, handing me back my phone and I grab her around her waist, pulling her to me with her squealing

"All that matters is that you go crazy when you see my tongue"

She snorts, softly touching my face, "You know I do Mingi. Don't be dumb"

Oh I know she does

She knows how much I live for eating her cunt

I like sex, I like blow jobs but I love eating her pussy more than anything

I could literally stay between her legs for hours, in heaven from her taste, her scent, how she feels

She has had to literally shove my head away from her at times

And right now, I need her

Lifting her on the table, I begin pulling her sweatpants down

"Mingi-"

"Shhh baby. Just a little taste ok?"

"Seriously? Here? In public?"

I shrug, getting one of her sneakers off and pulling her leg out of her pants and panties, spreading her legs open for me

God her pussy is so fucking pretty

"There's no one here baby", I tell her

"Yeah because it's freaking cold out"

"Don't worry baby. You'll be hot in a few seconds", I promise

With that I dive into her cunt, groaning loudly as I lick between her lips, tasting her

Her legs tremble around my head, soft moans filling my ears as I eat her desperately

After swirling my tongue for awhile, I lick her throbbing clit, her hips rising into my mouth

"Please Mingi", she whines

Wrapping my mouth around her clit, I suck softly, teasingly

I love having her clit in my mouth and I will do it anytime she asks

And even when she doesn't

"Faster Mingi", she begs

Playing faster, her little hole gushes more juice, flooding all over my chin and neck

God I hope it's getting my shirt wet

That means I'm doing my job right

"Yes baby fuck", she cries, "I love your mouth"

Smirking, I bask in her praise

I work hard to give her ultimate pleasure

As I tug on her clit, I slip two fingers inside her slit, feeling her cunt pulling my fingers in and throbbing so fucking fast

She's close and it's gonna be so easy to get her to cum

Moving my fingers right into her spot all I do is press on it, making her yell in pleasure

Oh yeah, so easy

Sucking her clit harder, I massage her spot, keeping my fingers buried inside her

"Mingi oh my god, Mingi!", she shouts, coming, her body shaking and flooding my hand with her creamy cum

I continue to suck on her to help her ride it out

As she finishes, I pull my fingers out, replacing them with my tongue

Wiggling my tongue inside her, she gasps, her hand pulling my hat off and threading in my hair, holding on tightly

Her hips thrust into my face fucking my mouth and tongue

"Good girl", I whisper, fucking my tongue into her at the same time as her hips move, wiggling it around when I'm inside her pulsing cunt

She squeezes my tongue so tightly, pleasure running down my spine right to my cock

She's creaming my mouth so much and I swallow as much as I can while still pleasuring her

Her hips move at a steady pace, her spasming getting faster, harder, her fingers twisting in my hair

I squeeze my fingers into her pretty thighs, holding her wide open for me

Her hand, moves on top of mine, her nails digging into my skin, her moans so loud

"Baby, Mingi, I'm coming!"

Her cum floods my mouth and I swallow greedily, still moving my mouth in and out of her slit, making damn sure I get every drop

Her hand loosens in my hair when her orgasm is over, breathing hard as she lays on the table

Getting my jeans open, I pull my pants down, getting my aching cock out

"Need you", I tell her, a soft yes coming from her lips

Gripping her hips, I slide her down, off the table

Right onto my cock

"Mingi", she whimpers as I get her all the way down my length, all of me inside her warm pulsing cunt

"Fuck baby", I cry, finally feeling her around me

Her hips move in a circle, grinding on me, squeezing me tightly

"Good girl", I groan, "So tight for me. God so fucking good"

Being inside her is heaven

"Ride me baby", I ask

Her mouth crashes into mine, kissing me hard, her arms around my neck, bouncing in my lap

Wrapping my arms around her, I hold her tightly, feeling the absolute pleasure she's giving me

"Fuck Mingi, you're so hard baby", she moans between kisses, "You feel amazing baby"

"So do you baby. So tight and wet. Fuck make a mess on my cock", I urge her

She moves so her knees are on the bench on either side of me and her bouncing turns into slams, taking me deep inside

She hits her spot and shakes on top of me, burying her face in my neck as she cries

"Yes baby, that's it", I murmur, my hands on her hips, helping her fuck me, "Fuck you're spot and cum on me"

We move together, my cock plunging into her wet cunt and I feel her cream all over me

I know it's all over my boxers too and just thinking about it makes me more horny

I move her faster on my cock, feeling her getting so tight and it feels so fucking incredible

She's close, just a few more hits to her spot and she's gonna cum

And I can't wait to feel it

"Mingi!", she moans as I slide her down, burying my length inside her sweet pussy, setting off her orgasm

She moans wordlessly, rocking on my shaft, ecstasy throwing me into my own orgasm

"Jo, baby, fuck", I moan

She milks my cock as I empty inside her, filling her small pretty cunt right up

When we finish, she slumps against me, her head on my shoulder

"Good baby?", I ask

"So good Mingi", she expressed, cuddling into me

"Wanna go inside baby?"

"Mmmm", she whines

"C'mon baby. We can go inside and get some food ok? Then we can cuddle and watch a movie", I suggest

"Ok baby", she whispers

Sitting up, she smiles at me, kissing me softly

I fall into her kiss, loving every second of it

"I love you", she whispers

"I love you", I tell her

She gives me a sweet soft kiss, then moves off me

Looking down, I bite my lip seeing the mess left on my boxers

It's so much both our cum mixed together

I feel myself getting hard again, just from that sight

"Again baby?"

I look up at her to see her already dressed and smirking

"I uh...."

"Guess we can hold off on food", she says smiling widely, "Pull your pants up and let's go"

I do and stand up, taking her hand and letting her lead me back towards the car

[muffindaddystyles]

KISMETS (Part 2)

Harry Styles x fem!reader.

Slow burn, platonic love and bunch of affection.

Fluff! Smut! Smut!

Frenemies to lovers, dad!Harry, Bestfriend!Harry.

Author's Note: The concept's kinda weird but if you've watched F.R.I.E.N.D.S and Phoebe Buffay carrying child for someone. You've got it my pal!

MASTERLIST PART ONE PART 3

"Oh pet . . you're jealous innit?" He swipes the tip of his finger over the waffle picking the puff of cream and swallowing it whole, "'M not! Why'd I be?" She squeals kicking at his boots.

"Always told me y'had a candy crush at Harold." He smirks mischievously. Spitting truth. She smacks his bicep with a wide open mouth.

Or

Y/N's carrying Harry's babies and is trying not be angry at him for pulling her into all of this with him.

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Red's everywhere. It makes her pout. Everyone have someone to celebrate the day but she's the only one giving careless ears to Niall who's sitting opposite from her in the crispy lilac heart booth, "Mean ye' fought again with him?" He stirs the mango bobas in his drink wiggling his brows at her to fill him with some tea. She gasps full of drama and surprises, "What d'ya mean 'again? D'ya think 'm this crackhead that rips people in two for no-reason?" She whispers the last part when a waitress passed by them.

"No. Pet what 'm sayin' is --- you're too, feisty with Harry." He chuckles leaning to meet her betrayed gaze, "Did he bribe you with new golf stick? You've switched sides." She juts her bottom lip wet from pink marmalade drink and startles in her spot when Niall cackled ever so loud at her silliness.

"I just tol' him to go through Chessie marathon somewhere else than my home." Harry was at her flat as always. She was making red velvet strawberry flavoured muffins for the moment ( promised not to give it to Harry — "even if he'll beg") and then she fulfilled her promise when she saw him going through his pictures together with Chessie. The jealous little Y/N jumped out from her polite skin and she just tinsy bit mocked him, "I'd never look back at the person who'd have left me and my children. . ." That broke a mighty bit argument between the two idiots. How they're gonna take care of two babies when they themselves need a person to put them away from eachother?

"Oh pet . . you're jealous innit?" He swipes the tip of his finger over the waffle picking the puff of cream and swallowing it whole, "'M not! Why'd I be?" She squeals kicking at his boots.

"Always told me y'had a candy crush at Harold." He smirks mischievously. Spitting truth. She smacks his bicep with a wide open mouth. Sighing he grabs Y/N's hand knocking some sense into mama bear gently and making her nod with the each advice, "'s valentine's day 'course he misses her. His wounds are fresh they need ointment babe -- You've always been so good with him, what's the matter now?"

She circles her fingers round eachother. Sucking her lip harshly and not meeting Niall's intense stare, "Turns me mad that 'cos of one person we're here now." She mumbles caressing the belly button protruding from the flimsy fabric of her oversized hoodie.

"It's the fate, pet. Always tol' me how much you liked kids." She shakes her head in denial. "Not in this situation where 'm lost and doesn't know how it'll work out — " He cuts her off with concern.

"Talked to Harry bout it?" When she again denies he asks, "What you're gonna do about it then?"

"Dunno. Share?" She's new to all of this. What did she actually mean was that they could do it like how divorce parents do it, maybe? Doesn't know how Harry wants to handle the situation just leading a blind eye with him. Hasn't even considered getting ready for the life that'll come along with them.

"They're babies not a packet of crisps, Y/N!." He burst into giggles and she huffs slumping against the foggy window, "Pain in arse you're." She scoffs that pout still intact the whole time while Niall keeps on giggling finding it too funny.

. . .

Walking from the elevator to her flat's door seems like hiking a mountain for her and cherry ontop that the stares she gets from her neighbours is full of judgments. It makes her want to hide underneath her blankets and never pop her head out. Her brows coming together in wonder at the sight of small wood basket at her doorsteps.

"Oh my god don't tell me someone left a baby at my doorsteps, Hello!!!??" She spins here and there but finds no-one but empty hallways when a feeble sound coming from inside it almost made her tumble on her bum. The last thing she wants is not another baby. With a grunty noise she ducks down to lift the basket supporting it at her belly and unlocking the door while trying to squint inside it.

When she throws the lid away a fuzzy little grey creature with big mossy eyes was pawing in air needy for attention, a red choker with heart in centre around her lil neck. It almost brought her to tears. Blame her being extremely emotional these days.

"Awww. Hi!" She fawns picking it up from armpits inspecting the miracle kitten that's here outta no where. A crumpled note laying in the basket with a bunch of colourful disoriented flowers.

"'M sorry fo' throwin' a tantrum and leavin' all fussy. This's oreo. I want her to grow along my kids! Also forgive mee plssssss?"

She giggles throwing her head back snuggling oreo against her throat as she meowed adorably sweet, "Daddy's such a daft ehh?" She says in between breaths petting the new addition to her loved ones.

The first thing she does is call him and he picks on the very ring as if anticipating for it, "Come back home you fool." His smile was infectious as he taps his feet in his car a lil over joyed at the thought.

"So generous." Running upstairs as he used to in oast with anticipation to spill the tea of his day to her in any hour of the day. The door was already open, them standing at the either boundary line of flat. His first priority's always to shower his babies in evermost affection. Falls to his knees smushing his face to her belly quenching outta a ribs aching laugh from her as he caress his cheeks against the soft side of her womb murmuring things that's a secret between him and his babies.

"Hey Angels!" He greets them patching a loving tight kiss atop her belly button that tickles her softly, stands up and meets her teary gaze from laughing with much serenity it knocks breath from her, "Hi mama angel." His whisper fuses against her skin while kissing her cheek.

"Hi. ." She inhales in his woodish vanilla scent. Preventing from melting into his arms she pulls him back from shoulders grinning at him, "Let's ruin valentines watchin' Anne Hathaway's romcom." He tuts instead leading her with him to the sofa.

"Can't be better than that –— let me pop in some popcorns real quick."

. . .

The yellow carpeted floor's littered with candy wrappers, packets of half folded crisps, peach sodas and an empty bowl of popcorns. Oreo snoozing in her basket. They're on their fourth romcom. Her legs in his lap. His's on coffee table. He chuckles everytime she takes almost three minutes to be in a comfortable position, ushering her to sit up so he could put cushions under her.

"Are you craving nama chocolates?" She eyes him nipping at her blanket trying to snuggle closer to him. He runs his thumb at her shoulder blade in soothing circles peering down at her, "'m not pregnant. ye're moppet. havin' a sweet tooth?" When she nods sheepishly he shakes his head quickly hoping on his feet.

"Don't be shy --- dunno where ye' got this giddiness from, 'm your bestie. Gotta tell me yeah? Lemme grab me jacket." He grabs her from wrists helping her up and goes to her wardrobe to get her fist gloves, beanie and warm slippers.

When hears her huffing and puffing grunty-ly his head perks up with brows furrowed, "What's it babe?" He pads towards her and when she turns for him to have a look the zip of her jacket bursts open all the way to end revealing her bump.

She pouts sadly, "Nothin' fits me anymore." He just smiles adorning the same puppy look in his eyes as her's to light up the tension.

"I'll buy ye' new. Those cute maternity clothes, ehh?" Shimmies down the clothing from her shoulders, "oi you don't have to!" She retorts and he bobs his head taking his own puffer jacket off to wrap it round her small body.

"Yes I do." He mumbles zipping her all the way up warm and squishy in his jacket three sizes larger than her. Pulls her hair out and cups the nape of her neck with his calloused soft palm bringing her closer to feather a delicate kiss to her temple, ". . .deserves more than just clothes — deserves the world always gonna be thankful to ye, pet." She gulps the cobweb of silence down her throat fiddling with the hem of his sweater.

"What you'll wear? 'S cold." He gives her an elfin grin flaring a baby pink knitted cardigan he sneaked from her wardrobe, "Harry!" She squeals with a giggle, "You're gonna look like grann Matlinda."

"Ehm. 'etter not forget to send her a picture when 'm matchin' with her." He quips snapping his fingers.

. . .

They walk over the glittery layer of slushie snow and Harry walks infront of her two steps at a time capturing pictures of her as she prowls carefully trying to move the hood away from blocking her vision, "Ye'r walkin' like a penguin -- cutie!" He giggles with each echo of flash.

"Look who's saying an otter himself!" She mimics him and he blushes under the mellowness of street lamp. They're champs at pulling eachother's legs.

"It's soooooo slippery." She complains wiggling her fingers from under the sleeve, "Grab me hand 'n don't leave it kay?" He smiles like advising a three year old who's afraid of crowds in a market. His grip warm and safe for her.

. . .

"Aish. gimme gimme!" She gets all jumpy on her toes when Harry comes out of the shop with a box of chocolates and two sticks. "'Ey greedy pup." He chuckles booping her button nose opening the silky lid of box revealing the velvety delcious chocolates. He picks the stick up taking a piece of chocolate with it and hovering it over her little mouth. Scrunching his nose at how adorable she gets the moment she chews it.

"Hmm. 'S so soft!" She gulps wetting her cold lip getting all butterfly feeling when she catches him gazing down at her as if she hung the moon and saturns. Raises her brow for an inquiry if he's okay tugging him closer with a gentle clutch to his cardigan.

Their surroundings turning into ice crystals of blur carelessness, the noises of glimmering lights into lulls of whisper and their bodies cocooning into snuggly blanket when Harry's fingertips fluttered tenderly against her cheeks glueing her at the spot. Leans in to press his lips softly to her plush sweet ones in a heartwarming caring kiss that flooded her veins with warmth and made her brain mushy unable to think.

"Yours are softer lil penguin." He murmurs stroking the corner of her mouth and smirks when she squeaks a thank you in return.

"Such a cutie." He cooes squishing her blushed cheeks and kissing each of them with loud wet noise till she pushed him away wiping his wetness with a pout. "'M highly offended pet ya never used to wipe me kisses away."

She shuts him up by stuffing a chocolate in his mouth. Walking back home with his arms wrapped around her protectively as he comes up with silly jokes whole way.

. . .

Everything reminds her of him. That fuzz of kitten. The empty box of chocolate. Couldn't even focus on the work she's doing on her laptop. It's just that gooey feeling never left ---- now it has gotten stronger with it's mushk when Harry kissed her under that beautiful sky of wintery lilacs. If he's playing with her feelings he better not cause she'll break him in two in that case.

He was out shopping clothes for her when she texted him if he'll like to eat roasted chicken she made for lunch. The mere thought of him caring for her brings her to tears because before him nobody was there except only him that knew her from the depths of her heart.

"You look pretty. . ." She finds typing hard while laughing this loud as Harry sent her mirror pictures of him trying the maternity clothes himself that he's supposed to buy for her, "Thought a visual representation will be good idea ;)" He shrugs typing back with a grin standing bottom naked in the changing room getting a rolling eye emoji in return.

She yawns putting her phone aside when Harry got busy into his hunt for nice warm clothes for her. Something wasn't fine today. She's been changing sides for an hour now and she couldn't sleep. Her shoulders twitching with each blink of eye and when she finally slips into a light conscious sleep a bone rattling pain shoots through her whole damn body. She jolts from the state of haze and tries to sit up when another zap of pain makes her feel limbless. A feeble grunt of helping cry fizzes out of her when she feels a cramp at the bottom of her spine.

In her panicked state she fumbles for her phone dialing the first emergency number doesn't give him a chance to speak before she's yelling into receiver out of anxiousness, "Harry somethin' not right! — 'm m havin' these contractions —--" He's been out dining with Niall and shoots from his seat the minute her worried voice reached his ear.

"It's okay, lovie. yeah? 'M comin' take deep breaths how we practiced —-- I'll be there in a mo'." He assures her in his softest most pacific rasp but she shakes her head vigorously tears brimming in her sleepy eyes. Oreo tries to comfort her by sitting in her lap and rubbing her crown against her tummy.

"They aren't supposed to come this early . . . fo' fucks sake haven't even started my third trimester!" Harry doesn't know what to do except of consoling her and fidgeting around as Niall drives the car with same expressions of anxiousness and panic as Harry.

"Oh . . It's gone." She frowns in confusion able to sit now and it takes a little of burden away from Harry. He listens to the rustling going on her side jumping on his bum almost screaming into phone, "Stay where you're don' move!"

"Oh my god. They're back I'm not ready for this . . I'm not ready for this Harry." She cries and Harry even leaves Niall behind squeezing into the elevator fingers crossed at his back.

"'M here. Call our midwife can ye' do that fo' me, puppy?" She sniffs nodding to herself. Calling their assisted midwife with shaky fingers and tries to breath looking up at the ceiling.

In the meantime Harry's barging through the door pacing towards her in hurries steps. His face pale that if he has seen a ghost. She tries to saturate the distance between them knowing at this moment how much she wants him in her life.

He sits her back carefully crouches down and wipes her tears away, "'m so scared . ." She whispers squeezing his biceps and her phone's still ringing atop the sheets, "Don't be baby. Ye' have me — 'm not leavin' yer side."

He massages the dimples of her spine and runs warm hands at her sides to calm her down when their midwife picks up their call, "Hi. Is everything okay?"

"No Y/N's havin' these light contractions 'n 's not even the time of her labour." There's a pause from her side and Y/N bolts a worried glance at Harry in return he cradles her cheek to assure her.

"Oh . . that's nothin' to worry bout Mr. Styles. Those're some mild braxton hicks she might have mistaken with labour contractions." They both takes a sigh of relief but the little tick of pain keeps on coming and subsiding.

"They start at the beginning of third trimester, Y/N are you still getting 'em?" She asks her and Y/N clears her throat tugging the sheet beside her.

"Yes but less painful. Is that okay though?"

"Completely okay. Harry rest her against the headboard and push her knees upto her chest they'll be gone in a snap." He nods at her instructions helping Y/N lean against the headboard of bed gently and scooting between her thighs to do as she told.

"Better?" He whispers glancing up at her while wrapping his hands around her bended calves and pushing it slowly against her front, the move relaxing her pelvic muscles. Her head lulls at her shoulders from the effect and she hums from throat making Harry choke on his own spit.

He dares not to drift his gaze from her rigid features which are loosing it's tightness seconds after. Their breaths erratic from the humidity of sexual tension in the room when Y/N gets back to normal diverting her all attention to Harry who has his head tucked between her fleshy thighs. A blush creeping at her flushed cheeks and Harry gives her a flustered chuckle kissing the top of her knee to answer back Miss. Dori who's been asking how's Y/N.

"Stay hydrated and don't forget to take your vitamins." Saying this she ends the call. Y/N takes a huge sigh of relief spreading her legs back and Harry squeezes her ankles, "When was the last time you had a glass water?"

"Two hours ago." He rolls his eyes. "Supposed to be drinkin' every hour . . dehydration's s' unhealthy fo' you pet." He leaves the bed meandering through her wardrobe taking out a bag with Oreo in his armpit.

"What're you doing?" She gasps with wide eyes looking back at Niall who's still standing at the doorframe. God. It's so embarrassing he had to watch all of that. Now, he'll never not stop teasing her about it.

"Packin' 'cos ye're stayin' with me. No protests." Like she was going to. She loves to stay at his house. His guest room's mattress is such a royalty to sleep at.

. . .

When he tucks her under the layers of blanket she decides it's still not warm enough and grabs at his wrist when he was about to leave, "Can we cuddle please?" His lips quirks up with happiness and he crawls to the empty side of bed still letting her hold onto him. Slipping beside her to canoodle her cosily against his front nuzzling his face into the crook of her neck with "mhmpm." sounds of exhaustion.

"Anytime." Her eyelids slip shutting from the comfort he brings along with him, "ye' okay now?" His lips leaves it's sparkle at her skin as he mumbles spooning her from behind and spreads his palm wide atop her belly protectively. She nods cuddling into his bicep kissing the inside of his elbow and slips into darkness just with the song of his breath.

"Good night Angel."

. . .

She wakes up to the ruckus going outside and gurgling stomach from hunger. Pinches the blanket around her head and waddles outside yawning her way. Harry making brekkie in the kitchen, a grinder running, and waffles sizzling as he himself is moving around like Remy the Rat in ratatouille. His muscles stretching out with each haste motion and it made her tummy stir. She's been trying not be horny but it proves to be the hardest task when he's always around being that charming and alluring.

"Pet!" He grins spinning with a VR camera in his hand that makes her giggle, "What you're doing?" She giggles trying to hike up the stool.

"Recording the days with our babies until it's labour." Immediately he's at her side helping her sit up putting the camera at the counter and Y/N waves at it adorably voice low and sleepy, "Hi babies it's me your mommy." It catches Harry off guard. His heart shaped mouth baubles into awed expression as he blinks the shock away from his vision looking down at her.

"What happened?" She asks him in concern but he shakes his head pecking her hair and handing her the camera to go back to prepare brekkie — moreso to recover from the happy surprise of her acceptance or he might scream into these four walls.

He's got a heart of gold. Pure from the selfish intentions and full of love. He thinks he's an utter dimwit for neglecting his feelings for his own fucking bestfriend and finding love into places that were never meant for him. Now, he can't think of someone else as the mother of his children except her.

He smiles wet-ly to himself. Waterline stinging from the sweet epiphany that they're really gonna be parents. Together. That she's his person. Who never left his side. Fulfilled his dream of becoming of a dad when his own girlfriend backed out cowardly. What did he do to get her written in his fate?

"Would we get to eat in this hour of day Chef?" She quips elbow perched on the counter and chin resting in her palm. We. It makes his insides melt into squish of adoration and love for her, "Sorry! I know ye're hungry." He pouts apologetically putting the plates and a glass of smoothie infront of her tucking a napkin into her crew neck.

"I don't need that, pet!!" She laughs squeezing his thigh to refrain from falling -- for the fact she's the most clumsy person Harry knows, "look cute 's just all." He giggles back pulling his bottom lip that she has done a great job of flustering him this early in the morning — gonna be like that the whole darn day with the her words swimming in his mind hi babies it's me your mommy ——

"Hmm. It's so yummy!" She gives him a thumbs up leaning down to sponge a kiss to his cheek and his dimple milks against her lips from the shyness. He scrunches his nose as a cover up from blushieness else he might burst into lil confetti, "yeah?" His irirses twinkles impishly as he gave her an eskimo kiss.

They're so domestically in love. It's cute. Does thingies without knowing they've rocketed past the intense levels of intimacy.

When she whines at the end refusing to drink the green smoothie it's where he went all stern and daddy-ish with her. Pulling her into his lap, holding her wrists with his nimble finger and placing the rim of the glass at her lips encouraging her to drink, "I might puke." She tells him in a warning.

"Okay after drinking this." He declares not caring if she wrenches at him quiping with a pinch of brows petting her back.

"You're sucha meanie bro!" Bestfriend shit. More like lovers shit.

. . .

Blank staring is useless as fuck and mind tiring even if it's done sitting in the comfiest corner of sofa to get a watch of some piece of furniture, toys and clothes that litreally just belongs to little humans that are resting in her womb. There's this nice lady that Harry gave away all of this things to because she's having her third child and couldn't be able to afford this stuff for her baby, at the moment she's here to shift it.

"You don't have to --- I don't care. It's just some stuff you guys bought together." She had told him before he sat on the decision and once he makes up his mind nobody can make him act otherwise.

"Nope. Bought things fo' me babies by the choice of a person who wasn't even their mother in the first place, never deserved to be —-- would never be. We'll do everything from scratch . . ." His words held venom and hatred for her unlike the usual sadness and betrayal they carried weeks ago as he wrapped his forearm around her collarbones flushing her closer to his chest swaying in the living lounge, ". . . remember the plushies nan Matlinda gave ye' on ya eighteenth? Thinking it was yer thirteenth birthday? Found them from under me bed last night. Will throw 'em in the laundry and the descion will be on yours if ye' want them fo' yourself or your babies." She nods giggling and he joins her.

"'Course that'd be s' cute. My kids playin' with plushies that were once mine!" She clapped her hands atop her chest in sheer excitement.

At the moment, he flops onto sofa beside her with a dramatic huff after bidding the lady a warm good bye. Squeezing Y/N ankles as she's laying on her side. A pillow under her thigh for the ease purpose head on the other cushion, "Watching's the hardest work innit toots?" He grins impishly and she bobs her head with hooded eyes.

Rolling her shoulder to pop some joints to show her tiredness she's good at acting made him scoot closer to her immediately, "Actually yes — " Gets cut off with Harry getting really caring about her in instant.

"Lemme give ya good rub." His calloused palms starts it gentle pressure from the heels of her feet tricking up her calves and she hums sweetly with her face smushed into cushion. He does it for a minute, thumbing at her soles and popping her toes making her giggle lazily.

Her breaths turns warmer against the fabric when he glides his touch up her soft thighs running a trembling shiver into her blood and the coaxation from the daily tiredness plus the effect of him on her almost made her whine. Their breaths hitches at the same time his pinky brushes at the curve of her bossom peeking from underneath her pyjama shorts.

It makes her clench her thighs from the burn coiling in her tummy and it's embarrassing because he's doing nothing but giving her a rub. When the second time the pads of his supple fingers paints imaginaries at her skin she wiggles her cute ass and moans with an alluring stretch of throat when Harry slapped her arse playfully.

"'S good?" He rasps palming balmily her bossom ass hands gliding dangerously low to where she's pulsating with desire, "don't tease . ." She gives out a kitten-ish whine griping the corner of cushion to exhert the tension in her muscles. With a single glance to her deshilved state he slides his hand between her fleshy thighs pressing his lanky fingers against the wet splotch of her arousal from the only approximty of him.

"Jeez pet. ye'r absolute soakin'." He whispers circling her clit in tight circles from over her pyjamas and she ruts her hips in his hand for more. He hovers his fingers round the hem of her shorts testing the waters and if she really wants it ---- although she proves it with a groan indicating him to get rid of the material.

"Such a pretty bum 's a shame I got to touch it now." He traces the imprint of his redness on her skin making her hiss into her elbow and he pulls her over his lap; slowly feathering his touch between her pink slick folds down to her hole making her clinch around his digits trying to swallow them.

"S' tight babe. How long someone's been between these beautiful legs?" His words don't carry any taunt. It's just a genuine question. She gulps trying to escape the haze — couldn't when he's gliding his fingers non-stop in her wetness with dirty noises, "dunno . . don't remember!" She squeaks when he slides them inside her with ease from slickness caging a grunty moan that's threatening to slip from his lungs.

"It's been that long then . . ." He drawls out and Y/N's shook that she hasn't heard him in that tone ever before or maybe she's too floaty. This Harry intimidates her in a sweet way, makes her want to be blanketed under his warm weight always, to depend on him and be with him always. Makes her want to kiss him till the colours fade out and blossom back again with the witnesses of their love.

"Harry . ." She moans fogy-ly when he adds two more letting her stickiness drip down his thighs, "Yes baby." He giggles bashfully sneaking his arm under her shoulders to kiss her cheek.

"Gonna cum." She cries out softly nipping at his skin and he pushes his fingers deep till knuckles in her cunt pounding inside her with a pleasuring pressure, "Didn't stop ya." His little bubble kisses trails to the crook of her neck biting down to glitter hues of his affection for her.

"Oh my!" Her eyes popshut and thighs smack crampies his hand cumming on his fingers. Making a mess down his wrists, his trousers and the hem of his shirt. She purrs cheeks smashed near his thick thigh into velvet when he rubs her back to soothe her heated body down as that of a kitten, "Ye purrs are puttin' oreo to shame, moppet." He pushes her up. Straddling her each leg around his torso letting her melt onto him.

"S' warm." He mumbles against her throat pecking where the paths of her veins leads him to. Grabs her chin and nuzzles his nose to the underbelly of her jaw saturating her closer to his chest. She hiccups a breath when his swelling bulge nudges her already sensitive pussy making her wet again; she blames her hormones.

"Can you fuck me, please?" She gives him pleading eyes swiveling her hips back and forth against his thick length, "Don't 've to ask pretty girl." He kisses her mouth. It's not like their first kiss. Their first held innocence and sccachirness. This one's rather filthy, full of sucking, bites and spit. He splits his thumb in her hair cupping her cheeks kissing her passionately and winding his arm around her waist to caress her belly.

When she throws her shirt away he puffs out unbelievably taking in her to memorize each velvteen of her skin, "Fuck you're so beautiful moppet." It splashes blush at her features and his eyes litreally twinkles at the sight of her being like this. When his eyes halt at the swell of her titts he exhales through his nostrils a grin worming up at the little rainbow patterned bra she's wearing.

"Cutie." He kisses her again. It's like he can never stop kissing her ever. Her plump candy lips make it impossible. She skids his trousers down wrapping her hand around his girth squeezing him to quench out a throaty grunt from him. Stroking his cock with his pre-come and arches her back when his weepy head brushes against her cunt.

He helps her to take his cock being ever so carefull with her since she's pregnant but Y/N wants otherwise. She's insatiable. Could bite him whole at the time.

"Use me baby ---- make yourself cum with my cock. Wanted it yeah? C'mon now fuck me pretty girl. Take it all in. Yeah . . . Jus' like that." He grits stretching her to max and brings her neck to snuggle in to his chest when she was about to fall back because of her limbs giving out due to the ecastasy. She spurts out a giggle putting her hands between them to recoup herself and moves with his assistance on her ass.

"It's hard." She whines walls fluttering around his dick making him moan, "what me prick?" He smirks batting his eyelashes to get through the haze.

"Such a rotten joke." She rolls her eyes riding him with faster pace now and it's turning them all sweaty and hot, "mhmp. good girl takin' me cock s' well." His hands wanders above her tummy fondling with her nipples and takes it in his mouth while giving the same attention to other one with his thumb pulling it and tweaking it gently not to harm her, "don't like my jokes but you love my prick --- want to make ye' feel amazin' with it."

His balls thwacking against her bum and she leverages herself with his shoulders crying out in his ear when he hit a spot inside her she could never with her own fingers — she narrows her knees for more closeness and he tucks loose errands of her hair away kissing her temple with closed eyes.

"Tired?" His wet lips teases her earlobe and when she nods he gropes her ass thrusting up inside her, "It feels more good when daddy does it . . doesn't it?" He pounds roughly with a sharp angle of his pelvis and keeps on fucking her till she's crying his name.

She's a puddling. His words only made her float into her own head space where it's golden streaks in the amidst of violet clouds.

His own groans getting hoarse when she pulses around his cock milking and pushing his head fat out it makes him choke onto his spit, "cum for me --- inside me want it s' bad." She whispers woving fingers with his's and pressing it into sofa still grinding down at him whole body jolting from the sensitivity.

He does cum inside her. Filling her to brim with his seed it oozes out making soppy sounds when he pumps it back with lazy strokes to extinguish the last sparkle of fire that was crackling in their insides.

Remains like that. Tangled and dishelved. Listening to eachother's silence. He didn't even got a chance to pull out of her when his phone startled them beside her making her cramp hard around him and his head falls on the headboard with a grunt.

"Fuck." He squints back and pretends to eat the apple of her cheeks with roar like noises tickling her side making her stomach squeeze with laughs when his phone rings for another time and she ushers him to pick it.

His expressions remains stoic. Lips thinned into a hardline as he listens to the person on the other side. She's familiar with it. The feminine seductive voice she can never unhear --- it pangs her heart with an unbearable amount of pain and clogs her windpipes.

Dunno from where she found the need to ask this she did with a second thought from the anxiousness whirling in her mind the second he ends the call, "Are you gonna leave me now?" Tears of hurt without her knowing are already spilling down the valley of her chest.

Harry stares her. But, she could see nothing in them due to blurness from the pulversive of a single call.

[that-little-zebunny]

The Cursed Beauty: Chapter one

Pairing: Beast/Prince!James Bucky Barnes x Beauty!Reader (Beauty and the Beast AU)

Warning: this is an 18+ fic!, attempted rape, injury, assault.

Word count: 1,241

Summary: Beauty's curse. :’(( lets keep it that way. Pilot chap 💕

Note: this is something that came up on my rewatching the beauty and the beast 2017 movie on my sad brain day 😅 hope you'll enjoy this. Feedback and comments are so so appreciated 💜 thank you for reading!

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You just bid your Father goodbye as he head off to an inventors fair out of town. You prayed for his safe journey and went on with your day. Cleaning the house, feeding the animals, tending your little vegetable garden and your favorite time of the day to finish reading the latest book you’ve burrowed. It was such a lovely story. A lady went on an adventure to find herself and find love. It was almost on the exiting part when you heard continues knocking on your door.

You sighed and got up to see who it is knocking annoyed for having the need to stop reading.

“Who is it?” You asked, removing the lock on your wooden door.

“Y/N, lovely evening. It’s just me Romlow.” Said the person outside. Knowing who it is made you more annoyed. Brock Romlow the town chief and also the most self-centered brute you ever met.

You opened the door wide enough to peak but not wide for him to get in.

“How can I help you?” You asked him trying to hide your annoyance. It wasn’t a secret that he fancies you but you really don’t find him attractive unlike the other girls. He would walk in front of them and they’ll melt. So silly.

“We’ll I saw your father left earlier. I just want to check if you’re doing well on your own tonight.” He said his eyes roam up and down your form. Luckily you haven’t change to your night dress. The way his eyes run up and down your body makes you want to puke your dinner.

“I am perfectly fine, Chief Romlow. Thank you for going out of your way to check.” You said smiling politely at him. He looked at you in a long nerve racking minute before nodding to himself and left.

Your heart was beating badly when you finally closed the door. You really don’t understand the way he acts around you. Unlike the other ladies you don’t bother with how you look. You crave adventure and to be out in the world. You don’t plan on staying here forever, you thought as you walked back to continue reading your book before heading to bed.

  Something crashing from downstairs woke you up. One of the chicken must have slip in while you're closing up but you remembered checking if they're in their coop. Surely you'll notice? Lighting up your candelabra you went down frowning as another crashing sound came up.

As you reached the final step you saw a tall figure near your back door. The kitchen window is now unhinged from its place. You hurriedly covered you mouth as a gasp came up.

Intruder! You thought. Silently you blew the light from your candles and walked slowly to get back to your room to lock yourself inside. Half way up the stairs someone grabbed your ankle making you loose your footing. You covered your head in hopes to not hit the steps but you still felt a sting on the side of your left eye.

You got dizzy for a quick second as your attacker made you turn on your back. You tried to push him off you but he's too big he didn't even move a little with all the force you put.

"Stop! Please!" You begged and you heard a familiar annoying laugh.

"Now you're begging." Chief Brock said. "Been dreaming of having you begging for me." He laughed again making your stomach turn. He ripped your night gown exposing your chest.

No, this cannot happen. You thought. He cannot have you so while he's busy kissing your now exposed breast. You want to throw up but the need to make him stop in your main focus.

Trying to push his face away with your left arm you tried to find your candelabra with your free hand smashing it in his head as soon as you got hold of it.

"Goddamn it woman!" He said angrily. His hold to you loosen and you slipped away from his hold. Getting back to your room will not be an option anymore now that you know who your attacker is. He can just make up some story and get away with it.

So you dashed towards the kitchen area and used the open window he went in with wincing as you foot landed on some rocks. Fighting over the pain you felt all over you run. Running towards the dark forest hoping he wont be stupid enough to follow you there.

You run and run not caring where your feet are taking you. You don't know how far you've run when you saw a hay cart in a small cabin. There are light inside so hiding there wont be an option so with your shaking legs you got up the hay cart.

You made sure you're covered enough in case you're being followed. You're supposed to just wait until before the sun rise so you can continue walking in the forest but somehow exhaustion won over and you fell asleep.

You woke up gasping for air as the event last night came back. You looked around and saw that you're in a dusty but beautiful room. Sitting up the blanket covering your body fell down exposing your nakedness. You heart went wild.

Did he got to you? Were he able to...to...oh god! Tears started flowing down your eyes like a dam with the idea that The Chief was able to take your innocence. The big doors opened and you hurriedly tried to cover you body with the blanket.

A lady came in carrying some elegant looking tea set in a tray.

"Oh my, darling don't cry." She said. Her voice is so sweet and soothing that your loud sobs died down. Putting down the tea on the side table next to you she sat down and held your hand. "Our master found your sleeping outside his cabin in the forest. You're so injured and very much full of dirt that's why I had to clean you up. You're safe." She said and your tears bust out again this time from relief.

"I-I...thank you so much." You said not knowing what else to say. She smiled sweetly and offered a cup of tea. You slowly calmed down as you too a sip oblivious to the man standing outside your slightly ajar door.

His sharp eyes watching your every move.

"She's very lucky you found her Master James." Said his right hand man Sam. "Maybe she's the one that will help us break the curse?" He continued.

James just grunted knowing it wont be that easy as he drunk your beauty in. One look in his face and you'll quickly lose your sanity and will throw yourself at him like any other women outside his household does. It's hopeless. No women will genuinely love him. The Enchantress made sure of that.

Soon his people will sleep and wont wake up again. It was what she said. In his thirtieth birthday if no woman loved him in return everyone he cares will turn into stone in their sleep. That's why he always stays in his cabin at night. He couldn't sleep knowing all the people that truly cared for him will soon be gone because of his selfishness. He’s trying to teach himself how to live on his own. 

Because everything is his fault. His beastly behavior became everyone’s downfall.

[fayeimara]

Meant To Be Series || One For Every Billion

5. Thank Some Gods

You end up in Hyogo for a real hot minute over your winter break, thanks to your cousins Akira and Akari who decided to drag you along when they were forced to visit with their mom and older brother. Being a year older then them and already a seasoned solo traveller, the parents all thought you'd be a great chaperone. Woohoo, yay you.

Truth be told, you love spending time with them and you're really happy to be able to see your aunt and other cousin, their brother Kazuya, that you'd missed over the summer, as well. Although you did have to apologize to Tobio and his family because when you'd promised you would stay with them next, you should have specified you meant next time you were in Miyagi. Not Japan in general. You think they were just taking the piss though.

Oh right, your vulgar new phrases are courtesy of Akira, thank her very much. Spend a few minutes in the twins' company and you end up talking like them, or whatever their west coast academy friends are currently teaching them, at least. Akari has a valley girl phase going and you think Akira is gearing up for a Tarantino-inspired life. Can't see how your family is let that going to happen, but it's not your job to tell him that.

"Y/nnn, did you try this dango!" Akira runs right into you, appearing from the crowd of people on the festive street of the shopping district you're in, and locks her free arm around yours while waving a stick with round balls on it in other other hand.

"No, but I waited 10 minutes standing still in the cold and crowd so you can bet that I will. Half of that is already mine."

"Hmph," She scoffs, "No one told you to stand still and wait around, silly."

You give her an exasperated look, "You literally said, 'stay there a minute, I'm grabbing us some sweets!' and bounced off."

"Okay, okay, chill your roll, girl."

"Not sure that's a saying, girl."

"Maybe not at the snooty east side preps."

"Yo." Akira appears on your other side. "Half that's mine."

"A third. Or none at all." Akari sticks her tongue out at her twin.

He looks over at you and you nod, twisting quickly so you can grab and hold her occupied arm still while he plucks the dango from her hand.

"Hey! Looks like it's none at all!"

"No. Looks like it's half mine, half Y/n's." He bites off one of the chewy balls (okay, we all know how that sounds.. slow your roll, girl) before holding the stick in front of your face so you can grab one too. Oh wow. It is good. Why did you wait so long to try it? So many years wasted without enjoying this sweet texture.

You can see your third cousin approaching, holding onto a tray of steaming drinks, as you chew over your thoughts on the delicious dessert (see what you did there?).

"I got your coffee", he holds the tray between us so I can grab one of the cups with my free hand, but like.. Kazuya, which one is it?

"Kazuuu, they're bullying me!" Akari pouts for sympathy only for Akira to fire back almost before she reaches the last word.

"She bullied me first!"

Instead of responding to either, he rolls his eyes at their bickering but they're only having fun. You've never met siblings that have each other's backs more than these two. You think Kazuya misses it too, having decided to study in Japan and live with his mom who consequently chose to work here, while the other two live with their dad - but really at a boarding school - back on the American west coast.

"Whatever, are you grabbing your drinks or what?"

Akari only smiles at her older brother's deadpan expression, "Which one is my hot chocolate, niichan?"

"Please don't call me that."

"Why not?"

But it's Akira who answers with a snicker, "Because you don't even go here, brat. It's cringy coming from you."

"Shut up, ugly clone."

"That's literally impossible unless you're calling yourself ugly too."

Okay, you're just going to go for the cup closest to you on your left. You pick it up and sip slowly... success. The sweet, warm flavour of your white chocolate mocha slides down your throat.

Kazu is giving you an arch look now, he knows how much you live for coffee but he's still going to say something about it, right? "You know it's already dark out, I don't know how you can drink this stuff so late. Don't you want to get some sleep tonight?"

"Bold of you to assume I need sleep." You smirk at him over the rim of your cup while Akari makes an attempt at snatching the remaining dango back from her brother around you. Please don't make me spill.

"Nah, I just assume you're a robot and this is your regular maintenance or something."

You consider his words before shrugging, nothing too mean that you can call him out on, you guess. "Down the hatch then."

"Sure thing, but I'm not staying up late bingeing your crappy shows with you when you're wired."

"But you'll binge a non-crappy show?"

"Maybe."

Another smile for your favourite cousin of the minute. He did get you coffee, you know. Akari's managed to grab the third sweet off the stick with her mouth like some rabid animal, but it makes sense because the hand not still holding onto you is holding back Akari's arm. They're going to smac-

And they hit the tray that Kazu was only just holding. He somehow manages to grab one of the drinks you assume is his out of it's spot while avoiding the wreckage spill of the other two cups. He didn't even try to hold on to it, which is partly why you're laughing as both twins start simultaneously apologizing and complaining about their spilled drinks.

Kazuya's deadpan expression is actually pretty communicative for the the moment, "I'm not going back for another, this is on you guys."

"Kazu, do you like being mean to us?" They actually ask this at the same time but Kazu's not even phased.

"Yes, I want you to suffer." He's dry as ever.

You chuckle but they're so sweet, most of the time, so you'll make it up for them, "I passed a stall selling hot chocolate, since we don't need to replace my specialty coffee, I can go there to get you some."

"Me too?" Akira asks hopefully.

"Yes, you too, puppy."

He rolls his eyes, trying to adjust his expression back into an uncaring one. It's more natural on his brother currently, but you can definitely see him grow into a more serious demeanour someday.

"I'll come with you while these two stay put." Kazu gives his younger siblings a stern look.

"No need," You wave him off, grabbing the stick with the last piece of dango and handing it to him, "Enjoy this as repayment from us all for making you go all the way back into the mall for our drinks. In the meantime, I'll be right back."

"Hold on, you're going to the one next to the onigiri stand, right?"

"Yeah?"

"Okay, straight there and back in fifteen minutes or I'll come find you. And if I have to worry, I won't be happy."

"Okay niisan." You roll your eyes with your sarcastic tone. Older brothers. No wonder he and your brother Raiden get along so well, they're under some misassumption that their younger siblings just can't help getting into trouble, as if you all only live to annoy them. And he was doing so well as your favourite cousin for the time being.

You stroll away from the benches you were waiting at by the end of the street where the outdoor stalls meet the main street shopping mall and melt back into the crowd. This festival really is something, so brightly lit with pretty twinkling lights strung up everywhere and curled around any available post like glowing, warm yellow vines. You absolutely love the vibe but you know you're on a time crunch.

You notice the onigiri stand just ahead of the drink stall and debate for a quick second before stopping in the surprisingly short line up. A piece each of sweet dessert does not a stomach fill. Unfortunately, just as you take a sip of your coffee, someone bumps into you from behind, causing it to spill over your lips and dribble down your chin but you adjust enough in time, holding the cup out and away from you, so that you're not covered in any more than that and the little bit on your hand.

You hate wet clothing with a passion, especially when it's cold outside and it clings to you with that awful chilly, sticky feel. Not so bad when it's on your coat, but on principle, that's just as unpleasant if you run the cuff of your sleeve over it or it get on the collar and then you have the tiniest bit of discomfort right by sensitive skin and that makes it all the more glaring.

You realize the person who bumped into you also reached out to steady you at the same time and is now speaking, "Shit, I'm so sorry."

It's a little quiet but you make out his apology through his thick dialect. Hm, you think that's where the odd changes in Kazu and his mom's speech are coming from, a regional osmosis of accents?

"No worries, it's pretty crowded." You only half turn while you search your pockets for a tissue or napkin, spotting a flash of grey in your peripherals. Then an arm covered in that grey reaches out to hold a napkin in your field of view and you finally look up to see who it belongs too.

And now you're just staring. Hi there, I'd like hear your voice more. Preferably while you stare at his mouth move on his beautiful face. You can't believe he just had his hand on your waist, even if it was just for a split second and over layers of clothes, and you didn't get to appreciate it.

"It's not dirty." He shakes the napkin, you're assuming because he thankfully thought you were thinking that over instead of ogling him.

You chuckle, thinking how you definitely need to send thanks to some divine power on the new year for all the interactions with some serious eye candy these past six months, but out loud you say, "I really need to thank some gods out there, huh?"

What?

He gives you a confused look but you catch yourself and, before he can respond and question your sanity, quickly follow up with, "Or just you. For this. Thank you for the napkin."

"S'alright. Wasn't a big favour, really, just makin' up for my fault bumpin' into ya." You're not sorry he did, though? You can't tell what he's thinking, this guy is a closed book, folks. It's kind of jarring, since you consider yourself exceptional at reading people and acclimating to them.

You finally actually accept the napkin and wipe at your mouth and chin first, then your hand, responding, "At least you didn't make me drop the coffee or we would have had a real problem."

You think he realizes you're teasing because the corner of his mouth actually inches up the tiniest bit. You're not imagining, you swear it on your mocha!

"Coffee this late?"

"It's 11am somewhere."

"Ya wake up at 11am?" What an interesting thought process he has.

"Are you not on winter break? Or do you just assume your typical hours in every conversation no matter what day of the year it is?"

"Huh." You think he sounds thoughtful? Or was it just the word and you're associating it with how you use it..

"That's not an answer, but I'll take that to mean you go the typical route." You smile again because like you said, he's unreadable and you really don't want him to think you're being bitchy. You're really grateful for the napkin. And that face. So... yeah.

You're moving up, thankfully, because you thought you were blessed but this is just turning into what feels like an awkward encounter.

"I like sleepin' in, but sometimes I get too hungry so I'm up when my stomach is."

You look back at him in surprise, obviously because he bothered to continue a seemingly closed conversation, but that quickly turns into amusement and commiseration, "Oh I know! It's mostly coffee for me because not a lot of people bother to make breakfast in my house, but if I smell something delicious cooking, I forget I'm not a morning person."

He does smile fully then and it's beautiful. "Me too, but I'm usually the one doing the cookin'."

"Oh wow, that's dedication. I can respect but never reach that ideal." You hold your hand to your heart in a silly salute but also because he's still smiling and you're trying to tell your unreliable organ to be still. Not too still though, you're enjoying the moment and want to keep living it.

"Eh, I'm used to it."

"Well then, for once, let someone else take care of your food. I'll get your order for you."

"Seriously? It was just a napkin and my fault too.."

"Yeah, no, don't worry about it! Consider it a gift in essence of the festival!"

He doesn't say anything for a moment before, "I was going to try the different flavours. That's a lot."

"No way, that's awesome! I'll do that too, I don't even know what they have available, I just stopped here on a whim on my way there." You indicate the stand next to the one you're almost to the front of with a wave of your hand.

"Ahh.. if ya like, I can suggest some?"

You happily smile at him as you accept, "That would be great, thank you so much."

The two of you step up to the counter together and you listen while he orders. While you both wait for them to place each of your requests, he explains some of the fillings and why they work best depending on personal taste and even situation. You tell him about having just tried dango, sad about having realized you missed out so long, and he actually smiles widely at your exaggerated pained expression but also recommends some other desserts, including which shops to stop at in the city.

It's starting to snow as you two talk, which is not rare but still unusual for this region, but thankfully it's not much longer before you're each handed your containers and move aside. You look over to him and laugh when you realize this guy is already munching on one of the onigiris, your breath puffing out in a small cloud before you. "Which one is it?"

"Fatty tuna." He talks around it with his own little puffy cloud and it's pretty cute actually, instead of the usual cringe when people talk with their mouths full. Oh, the benefits of being good looking. Also, he's tilted his head down ever so slightly so it's almost polite in a perfected way.

"I'm just going to go ahead and assuming you're enjoying it."

He nods while swallowing and then makes some pretty intense eye contact while speaking way too seriously, "Thank you. This is amazing."

You smile, feeling like in the minutes the two of you were conversing, you've gotten a little more comfortable with the minute changes in his expressions. "You're welcome. I'm going to head over to the drink stall now, but it was nice to meet you!"

With a laugh as you walk away, you also add, "And thank you for sharing your knowledge with me, at least I'll know where to feed myself when I'm craving different things this week."

You're turning away as he seems to stand there watching you with some hesitation, but you can't do all the heavy lifting in a conversation when you're on a time limit, so you'll chalk this up to another fun run-in with a cute guy for the books.

You're lucky there's no line up, you're really short on your deadline and your fingers are getting pretty cold along with your coffee, so you pay for the hot chocolate, they pour, and you're back off towards the end of the street where your cousins are waiting.

You can't move too fast given the bag dangling from the wrist of the hand that's also carefully holding the tray of four hot chocolates, but the crowd is also thinning out a little now with the snow. Hopefully, if you're a couple minutes behind the expected time, the diverse and sheer amount of onigiri you have in the bag you're now holding, as well as the new round of warm drinks, will bring you forgiveness.

You finish up the last, cool dregs of your coffee just as you pass by a trash can, making the split decision to quickly reverse so you can toss your cup and free up a hand. As you execute your smooth move and then turn back, you unsurprisingly bump into someone yet again. Not so smooth then, you think, looking up.

It's deja vu and for a split second, you consider that he might actually be a weirdo and followed you, because stopping in your path as an apology drops from your lips is the guy you were only just talking to, same face, same dark hair, even same height... but with a different jacket on.

It takes you all of one more second to notice the small differences like the eye colour, the way the hair naturally parts, and the slightest difference in size, not to mention the more obvious difference in openness and personality literally exuding from this one. He's actually smiling wide right away with no provocation. So not a weirdo who changed his jacket and followed you.

Also, have you ever considered the odds of multiple sets of twins being in pretty much the same place at the same time?

"Oh, there's another one of you, huh?" You're talking again before he even has a chance to respond to your apology, but you guess you feel familiar thanks to your brief encounter with his twin. "That's unfair, don't you think?"

You step around him calling out, "Anyways, sorry about that. Enjoy your night." and walk away, back towards your own set of twins.

Ugh, Kazu's going to kill you. You won't be making it in time, for sure.

Miya Atsumu's POV

Atsumu turns to follow the stunning girl's progress as she moves around him and away, catching her last words but still more interested in her previous statement. 'There's another one of you, huh?'.

People have been confusing him and his twin for as long as they've been alive and only those that know them really well can only sometimes make out the difference.

It's no longer amusing, and actually irritating enough that he and 'Samu have been considering a little aesthetic change some time next year, maybe before their first year of high school.

'Tsumu knows it's his brother without looking when someone walks up to his left side from behind him. What he's surprised by is his first words, "She think you were me? I was talkin' to her a bit at the stall."

When he glances over, he notices 'Samu staring after her as well, with a lot more interest than simple, piqued curiosity. Does he know her?

"No.." He contemplates her words again before sharing with his brother, "She said 'There's another one of you, huh? That's unfair, don't you think?' and then walked away."

He can feel 'Samu looking over at him curiously, "Did ya talk to her?"

Why is he asking? He hasn't even picked up a new onigiri from the open box in his hand. "I just bumped into her. Didn't even say a word. Do ya know her?"

"Like I said, I only just met her." Pausing, 'Samu seems to think it over before adding, "We only talked a few minutes, maybe."

The twins are silent for another couple moments, while the snow continues to drift around them. The girl is long gone, swallowed up by the crowd at this point, but they keep staring at where they last saw her retreating figure, each in their own intrigued thoughts.

Finally, 'Samu's the one who breaks the silence, "Do ya believe in coincidences, 'Tsumu?"

"No, 'Samu, ya know I don't."

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Behind The Scenes!

-Tee was called out in the first thread because he doesn't use emojis often, especially not the half assed ones he used for a scenario like that so... caught slipping lmao (aw he does care about Y/n <3 Maybe more than he should?)

-Y/n was NOT expecting to get called out like that for saying she likes Oikawa when she'd literally just called him her friend... Iwa, you slick wingman ;) <3 He might bully the shit out of Oikawa (to keep him in check though) but he really is his best friend :')

-Ushi says what he means and means what he says lol, yeah, he wasn't really surprised

-Y/n's friends aren't all necessarily happy about this development; they've been aware of her various interactions as they usually are (some more than others) but... they're getting older and, well, all not sharing as much with each other as they once did

-But they're still going to call her out and roast her because they're her best friends lmao who else will? They have to keep her in check too loool

-Oikawa's last reply... <33 Take it how you will :D

-And Shin just dropping in to screenshot his cousin's embarrassing moments, hoping for a dirty delete so he can roast her all over again for the same crime lmao, probably shouldn't have warned her though... whoops

-I HC the Miyas' hair dyeing happening at/around their first year of HS, anyone know any different? It was only Osamu's jacket that was grey in Y/n's peripherals, just a little tease for us all ;)

A/N: Guys, I'm really, really sorry about the Miyas' 'accent'... you might see a couple different attempts in there but I had to edit a lot of what I tried out because it sounded just awful however I was originally trying to write it earlier. If you guys do have any suggestions, I'm very much all hears (and eyes lol - heart eyes specifically because I've seen some write them incredibly well!).

That aside, I hope you all enjoyed this one, I loved writing it so much, it just flowed once I started and I love the Miya twins, each in their own way <33 I've been dying to introduce them and the other 'main' characters but there's definitely going to be a difference in the weight of interactions Y/n has for a while. It's not favoritism, I promise; Y/n's time spent with various characters is just going to be uneven at various points due to the natural progression of her story :') but I plan for it all to even out as we move along the years (:

Taglist: @delusivist, @prettyinblack231, @kac-chowsballs, @sakusasimpbot

[sungieskies]

[23:45]

Han Jisung x Female reader

Word: 1.8k

Warnings: Smut, Fluff, just my pure love for Jisung in one story

You waited quietly backstage, sitting on the couch in Jisung's dressing room. You were watching the screens of his performance and smiling softly at how happy he looked during the intermissions when they got to speak with the fans.

That sweet attitude still didn't fool you, the looks and the way he was acting during the dance breaks or the song performances showed his not so sweet and smiley side.

This is the side you wanted right now. Jisung didn't know you were back stage, didn't know that you had gotten the help of Chan and Changbin to get to Chicago and move back to Korea after having to leave for school. You missed your boyfriend more than anything, and those two knew better than maybe Jisung himself.

Soon enough you heard the foot steps and quiet whispers of the boys and their back up dancers. You looked to the door as it opened, Chan and Changbin coming in first.

You smiled at them before looking up as Jisung walked in , wiping his face off with a towel so he had yet to see you. This gave you the perfect chance to get up and walk up to him, hugging him and catching him off guard "yah, Chan I'm sweaty and hot. Get off." He spoke before looking down and seeing you.

"Y-Y/N!" He almost screamed and wrapped his arms around you, picking you up and spinning you around. You laugh and smile up at him, "Hi Sungie.." you spoke softly and kissed his cheek. He sighed softly in comfort and continued to hold you close, his muscular arms keeping you still.

Chan and Changbin both chuckled before sitting down and helping the makeup artists by starting to remove the tiny bit of makeup they did have on. "We're going out for dinner tonight Y/N. You should come and then we can take you back to the hotel too!" Jisung spoke excitedly, making you giggle. "That was my plan baby." You said softly before squealing as he picked you up again and sat on the couch in the room with you on his lap.

You smile softly when he sat you on his lap, making sure you were comfortable before wrapping his arms protectively around your waist. He then nuzzled into your neck and hummed softly as you turned to kiss the top of his head. "Sungie...you really should get cleaned up and stuff so you all can go out..." you spoke softly as you drew circles on his hand with your finger.

Jisung whines and pulls you closer even though he knew you were right. "The others are showering right now though.." he spoke, trying to come up with an excuse to not let you go. Just as he spoke though, Felix opened the door. He was about to speak but when he saw you he became shocked before snapping out of it. "Hey Y/N. You three can go shower now. They're empty." He spoke before leaving after hearing your "Hi Felix!".

Jisung pouted even more hearing Felix's words. "Sungie. I'll be here when you get back baby...I promise. Go shower and clean up so we can go out with the others." You spoke softly. "The showers are separate..come with me!~" he whined and looked at you with his big puppy eyes.

"Oh hell no. I'm not going to be in the showers for that." Chan said before grabbing a set of clothes and rushing to the shower room, shortly followed by Changbin.

Jisung soon got a small smirk on his lips, getting just what he wanted. He either wanted to be alone with you in this room or in the showers, as either way you two were having some makeup time for the 8 months you have been gone.

You looked at him and tilted your head before whimpering and he kissed right behind your ear. "S-Sung.." you spoke and he raised a brow. "Yes miss I've been gone for almost a year?" He asked before capturing your lips in a heated kiss. You cup his face and slowly pull him closer (if that was possible), the two of you only pulling a waa at when air was needed. The next time you two pulled away, you look at Jisung's make out swollen lips. It shouldn't have turned you on, but everything about him did.

Jisung smirked seeing your horny daze flood your eyes. "God, even after 8 months you're still just as easy to get in the mood as ever." He spoke before pulling his shirt off, throwing it somewhere behind him.

You blush at his words before moving your hands down from his face to his neck, then to his chest and finally to his abs. "You worked so hard while I was gone.." you spoke before pulling your hands away from him to pull off your shirt as well, it landing somewhere close to his. You then reach around and unclip your bra, shimmying it down your arms and to the floor.

Jisung groans seeing you exposed for him, his hands moving up and roughly groping you. You squeak and moan out, gripping his biceps as he played with your breasts. He looked up at you and kissed you softly before leaning down and taking one of your nipples into his mouth, rolling and pinching the other between his fingers.

You whimper and mewl softly at his actions, your nails digging into his biceps before your hands made their way to his hair. You tangled your fingers in his blonde locks and started rolling your hips against his, a moan escaping his lips this time.

Jisung looks at you as you roll your hips over his, his pupil blown and covering most of his iris. He bites his lip before setting you as gently as he could on the couch next to him. He stood up and started working on his pants and boxers, slipping them down his legs as you slid your panties off from under your skirt.

Jisung helps you off the couch and leads you to the makeup counter, bending you over it and pushing your skirt up to your stomach. "You're such a good and pliant slut for me..." he whispers in your ear before suddenly pushing into your dripping cunt. "J-Jisung!~" you cry out at the sudden stretch, it didn't hurt per se but it didn't feel the best either after 8 months of having nothing but a plastic vibrator that barely did anything to help you.

Jisung chuckled at your outburst, giving you a few moments to adjust to him before pulling almost all the way out and then snapping his hips into yours. To say it took your breath away was an understatement as all you could do was open your mouth at the feeling of him.

Jisung gripped your hips tightly as he fucked you, groaning at how your pussy clenched and gripped his cock. "Y..you feel so amazing Y/N..." he spoke through his breathy pants. You mewl a moan back at him, not able to form the words to reply to him or the words to tell him you were cumming.

Jisung groans loudly feeling you convulse around his cock, said feeling making him cum as well. He pants heavily and rubs the small of your back as he rides the both of you through your orgasms. "Fuck baby...now I really do need a shower..." he chuckled as he helped you up after pulling out of you.

You hold onto Jisung for dear life before he picks you up. He carefully sets you on the couch once again and then pulled his pants and boxers up, going and grabbing his shirt. He slipped it on before grabbing your shirt and bra, helping you slip them on right as Chan peeked his head in. "Jisung we have 30 minutes. Hurry up and shower" he spoke before closing the door again.

Jisung nods to Chan's words before he picks you up again and walks to the showers to help clean the both of your now sweaty bodies.

You smiled softly as you sat down between Jisung and Hyunjin, laughing as the others began arguing over what you all should eat since you were in Chicago. "Boys, Boys...let's just be simple" you started, getting all their attention "let's get some pizza and then some pasta or something. We are at a place that serves both." They all looked at you before nodding "Y/N is right, we should do something super touristy for our first time in Chicago!" Hyunjin cheered and smiled cheekily and making the others laugh.

Soon enough you all got to order, Jisung ordering yours and his since he knew how anxious you got sometimes with talking to people. You quietly thanked him before grabbing his hand and starting to play with his fingers to try and minimize your anxiety. Jisung smiled and lifted your hand to his lips, kissing it before letting you go back to playing with his hand.

You smiled softly at his gesture and listened to the boys talk amongst themselves and giggling as they started arguing over the silliest things like who would win in an eating contest or who could do the best dance in the dark, silly right? You rolled your eyes at them before looking to your side as you felt eyes on you.

"What's wrong Jisung?" You asked as you cupped his cheek. He leaned into your touch and smiled happily as he put his hand over yours. "Nothing...I just really missed you baby. I know earlier we were kind of a hot mess but I really did miss you in the most innocent way I can. These past 8 months have been hell only seeing you through a screen and only when we both had time time. I never want that to happen again.." he spoke and you wiped the tear that started to go down his cheek.

"It won't Jisung. I finished my degree and Chan helped me find an apartment about 4 blocks from the dorm. I'm literally a 20 minute walk away now baby..." you spoke softly and pecked his lips "now stop crying okay? It's a time to be happy! Half way through your 2 tour in the U.S!" You cheered which got the attention if the other boys who happily cheered as well.

As you all had your fun, the food was soon set on your table, the boys instantly going into the pizza. Hyunjin moans at the taste, making the two youngest laugh loudly. Chan shakes his head at everyone before giving a toast and cheering them all on.

You quietly followed Jisung as he led you to his hotel room. "I'm glad we were able to get the rooms changed. I wanna spend all the time I can with you.." he spoke softly and opened the door, setting his things down before hugging onto you. You giggle and smile, looking up at him "Ji..I love you so much..." you spoke softly.

"I love you too..."

[katedrakeohd]

What Happens in Paris...(7)

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Back at the train, the men and women separate to get ready for the tea party. Down in Max and Drake’s shared room, Drake is sitting on his bed watching Max do his primp and polish in front of the mirror. Impeccably dressed in his black Gucci dress shirt and trousers, Maxwell is running a comb through his neatly trimmed hair and whistling. If he wasn’t his friend, Drake could almost hate him for it. His clothing style rarely changed. His way of taking his day look into a night look usually involved the undoing of a button on his shirt, and the addition of a hair product to keep himself looking sharp when he broke out the moves on the dance floor. Drake knew though, even by day when Maxwell appeared to be calm and collected there was always a three ring circus, complete with peacocks, going on inside his head.

Drake looked down at Maxwell’s shiny black shoes, and then glanced at his own scuffed and worn looking brown ones. As much as Drake didn’t want to dress all fancy for a Royal tea party today, he knew that Kate was expected to be there. Plus he wanted to witness the look of envy on Maddy’s face when Kate walked in all dressed up and stole away attention from the future Queen. Although he usually wouldn’t give a damn how he looked when he skulked his way into events after everyone else important arrived. This time he knew Kate would be under Liam’s lustful eye, and it made his stomach ache at the thought. If he was going to escort Kate into this stupid party, even as her seemingly platonic friend, he had to make an effort to fit in for his own peace of mind. Drake cleared his throat to get Maxwell’s attention. I can’t believe I’m doing this again. Heaven help me.

“Uh, Max? About this party today… I can’t exactly show up looking like some bum off the street. Could you help me pick out something fit to wear?”  

Maxwell gasped, dropping the lint roller he was using to remove fluff and hair from his trouser leg. “Really?! You’ll let me dress you up for two events in a row?”

Drake sighs, getting up from the bed and running his hands through his hair. “Well don’t make a big deal out of it.”

“It is a big deal. My grumpy best friend wants to impress a girl!”

Drake grimaced, “Tone it down will ya? Besides, you are not my best friend.”

Maxwell is unfazed by the brush off and just raises his eyebrows, nodding, “Oh right! We’re even better than that now. We’re family!”

Drake opens his mouth to protest and then closes it again. Technically Max was right, as painful as it was for him to admit. He raises his hands and gives Max an impatient head shake, “Alright! Alright! Whatever! Are you gonna help me or not?”

“Of course I will. Show me what you got.”

Drake holds his hands out to the sides to display his current denim disaster.

“No, no silly.” Maxwell drags over Drake’s suitcase and flops it onto the bed. Drake places a protective hand on top, shakes his head.

“No point in looking in there," Drake grumbles.

“Okay then, to the Royal Closet we go.”

Kate sits in front of Hana’s portable makeup mirror, while Hana runs a round brush through her hair, coaxing it into soft waves. “I love your hair Kate, it’s so soft and manageable. What shampoo do you use?”

With a shrug, Kate admires her freshly painted fingernails. “Some kind of fruity scented stuff that I bought at the drugstore. Drake forgot to grab the matching conditioner when we showered, so I hope my hair doesn't get all full of static and frizz.”

Hana meets Kate's gaze in the mirror and they both giggle. “Oh my goodness, Kate. No wonder you two were late for breakfast.”

Trying to hide her blush in the lighted mirror was impossible, “Yeah, well I did interrupt him while he was shaving this morning. And damn he looked sexy in that bathrobe.”

Hana sighed with envy as she parted Kate’s hair and swept it behind her shoulder. Kate hands her the golden, flower embellished comb from the counter. “What’s it like Kate?”

“What?”

“Having a King and his best friend both in love with you?”

"It's not as fun as you might think. They've both staked their claim on me in some way and I hate being the rope in their tug of war. The worst part is that Liam has already lost me and he doesn't know it yet."

“Poor guy, he’s going to be crushed. What does Drake have that Liam doesn't?”

“He doesn't have the weight of the kingdom sitting on his head and shoulders, nor does he have a bunch of noble ladies fighting over him. Plus he’s nobody important to the press or tabloids. I’m not as worried about being seen with him, because I know he’ll protect me.”

“He’s not worried about being pulled into the Tariq scandal with you?” Hana asks, a look of concern on her face.

Kate shrugs, “I know he doesn't regret coming to my rescue, except for maybe the punches Tariq landed on his ribs. He was very much a gentleman about the whole thing, which is a lot more than I can say for Tariq.”

“But speaking of having two guys interested at the same time, what about Neville and Rashad?”

Hana wrinkles up her nose with a frown of disgust, “They're so boring. And neither were very nice to Penelope when we first met them.”

Kate applies a pale pink lip gloss to the center of her bottom lip to enhance her lipstick, pressing her lips together and then checking the results in the mirror, “Well frankly, since finding out she participated in the smear campaign against me, Penelope isn't one of my favorite people either. But I get what you’re saying, especially with Neville. He creeps me out in the same way Tariq does. Rashad seems to be marginally better than his friend as far as character goes, having made his own way as a businessman. He’s not depending on his Father’s money like Neville.”

Hana tilts her head, considering Kate’s thoughts. “I suppose you make a good point. But still, neither are as important, charismatic, charming or handsome as the King.”

Kate smirks, “Liam's definitely a charmer. I wonder sometimes what he sees in an ordinary barmaid like me. Or what Drake does either.”  Kate meets Hana's gaze in the mirror. "Am I really worth all this fuss? What's so special about me that loving one man must mean breaking the other's heart?"

"You mean besides your charisma, charm, intelligence and beauty? You're a genuinely nice person Kate, and everyone is drawn to you. The other women in the room envy you when the men all look your way."

Kate turns around to look up at Hana, seeing the admiration in her eyes. "You're all of these things and more, Hana."

Hana looks down at her shoes, shyly,  "I wish. My parents have invested so much into my training, refinement and education. But they've rarely praised me for any of my achievements. Sometimes I feel like they'd throw me at any available bachelor if it would raise my status on the social ladder, especially if it got our names in the media back home."

Standing up from her seat, Kate places her hands on Hana's shoulders. "Hey now, don't beat up on yourself. You're more than just some guy's arm candy or potential wife. You need to stand up and grab the future you want for yourself. To Hell with your parents’ expectations. I bet you could excel at anything you put your mind to. You don't need a man to raise your status. Be the strong independent woman I know you can be.”

Hana smiles, “Thanks Kate. I wish I’d met you years ago. You're the type of friend I've been missing all my life.”

Kate smiles back, “You’ve been here for me too, so it's only right that I return the favor.”

Stepping back from Hana, Kate strikes a pose with one hand on her hip, raising the other in a provocative sweep of her hair to highlight her face and bare shoulders. “So what do you think of my finished look?”

Hana smiles broadly, with a clap of approval at her stylish handiwork. “You're going to be hotter than the tea, that’s for sure.”

Kate winks, “Damn straight. We are.”

Drake stands outside of Kate's train compartment, fidgeting. Dressed in a crisp white dress shirt and dark grey trousers, with his hair combed and set with some of Maxwell's styling compound; he felt like a teenager on Prom night. Drying his sweaty hand on his thigh, he's reminded of how thin the fabric feels compared to his usual denim. The way the slim fit of the pant legs hugged his thighs made him feel so exposed, almost naked, and he was starting to regret not opting for his usual jeans. But Maxwell had assured him that he looked good, and that he’d fit in just fine at the party.

He hoped he looked good enough to escort Kate. The sudden absurdity of wanting to dress up for a tea party makes him chuckle and he shakes his head. Damn it Kate, what have you done to me?

Sucking in a deep breath he knocks on Kate’s door and waits.

…

Crouching down to secure the gold strap of her shoe around her ankle, Kate hears the buzzing sound of a text message coming from inside her purse. She glances up, “I bet that’s Drake.”

Hana gets a pinging sound on her phone seconds later, “It's a group text from Liam. The cars arranged to take us to the tea party have arrived. We're to meet in the dining car to coordinate who is traveling with whom.”

Kate breathes a sigh, picking up her clutch. “Ok, off we go then.”

.

Drake is leaning against the wall looking at his phone when he hears the sound of voices to his right, causing him to look up. Kate and Hana are giggling as they approach hand in hand, and then they stop as Kate sees Drake and gasps. “Oh..my...God! Look at you.”

With a smirk, Drake straightens up blushing. “What..do I look that bad?”

Kate shakes her head, then appraises Drake all over again with a head tilt and a slow look from head to toe and then back up again. “Nah, ah. Hardly. You’re looking like a tasty snack.”

Drake clears his throat, raising his eyebrows. “Heh, look who's talking. If I’m a snack you're definitely dessert.”

Hana grins at them both, rolling her eyes, “Ok lovebirds, quit with the flirty food talk and making eyes at each other we’ve got a party to get to.”

Stepping aside, Drake nods. “But of course, after you Ladies.”

Taking in a deep breath and closing his eyes as Kate passes him in the hall, Drake falls into step a few paces behind them. Damn she smells nice, this party isn’t going to be torture at all.

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Oh, and pretty please also some happy Alois scenario's? Like, he's with Luka and Hannah and they're all happy and healthy. No pain nor any spooder demons, please. (You're a godsend. I've literally been following blogs like yours for years and not many write for the characters that I like. I hit the jackpot with your blog. Thank you~)

Ah man… words cannot express how much I needed to write this

and how much I would love to write more things like this!!

Alois needs so much love!

And you know what, bby? I’m more than happy to keep writing all these characters! They’re ones I love deeply, with my whole entire heart!

Everyone seems to write Ciel, Sebastian, the Reapers… and, of course, I love them too, absolutely! But if I can be a source of content for the characters that people can never find content like this for, then I want to do that as much as I possibly can. It seems that the characters few people write for are often my favorites, so I’m all too happy to oblige!

Because we’re doing a pain-free spiderless Alois AU, but I still wanted to have it make sense for these guys to be in the manor – he and Luka eventually got picked up by the old Lord Trancy, but it was because Alois was tracked down as the rightful heir, and, well, the old Lord Trancy suddenly died about a week after they arrived, leaving Alois to be the new head of the household. (thank you, Hannah!)

NOW, LET THE BOY ENJOY HIS HAPPY ENDING!!!

“Missed me, missed me! Now you have to kiss me!”

Laughter rings out in the manor as (Name)’s fiancé chases after her nearly as soon as she walks into the parlor where he seems to have been waiting for her. It’s perhaps strange of him to say something like this when she hasn’t yet made a comment that she missed him while she was out… then again, they know each other so well. That she’s told him before that she’s always overjoyed to see him after they’ve been apart may also have something to do with it.

As soon as ALOIS catches her, his arms tight around her waist, he twirls around with her once before bending her backwards ― dipping her so low the tips of her hair brush the floor. It’s then that he comes in for a kiss, despite the fact that both of them giggling makes their lips very misaligned.

“You silly boy!” She hooks her arms round his neck in an attempt to hold on for dear life. (Not that he’d ever drop her. Of course not!) “You think I wouldn’t have greeted you with a kiss even if you hadn’t said that?”

It’s a little hard to believe, with his rounded face and mischievous personality, that the young earl is pushing twenty. Even though he’s been like this since she met him a few years ago, he finds new ways to woo and surprise her with every passing day. “Yes, but… you know I’m impatient! And your kisses are just so sweet, I can’t resist taking one before you even offer it.”

She shakes her head at him, pulling herself up a bit so she can nuzzle the tip of her nose against his. “Oh, of course. Who am I to keep the most handsome man in the world waiting?”

“The future Lady Trancy, that’s who!” Finally he straightens them both up; he steals another kiss as he does, of course. He glances past her toward the doors, and when he looks back, he’s raising an eyebrow, a smile playing at the edges of his mouth. “… Oh, dear. Have you lost Luka?”

(Name) scoffs with a grin and gives Alois a playful smack to the chest. “No, I would never! Hannah met us at the door and mentioned something about fixing him a snack. I’d imagine he’s halfway through a roast beef by now. Speaking of, I already bought him a caramel lollipop while the shop owner and I discussed my order for the wedding. I’ve never seen a boy with such an appetite! He eats more than I do, and he’d probably still fit into my dress.”

A snort is Alois’ answer as he heads into the other room. “He’s still growing! Now that you mention it, though, I could picture him wanting to wear your dress. While you were out, I was nearly tempted to try it on myself.” He pauses to thread his arm through hers. “Ultimately I decided I had best leave it, though. You’ll look much lovelier in it than I would.”

The two of them don’t get very far when the triplets appear out of nowhere on the stairs. “She will, yes,” Thompson quips. “In fact, I do believe the Lady’s beauty will outshine the dress itself.”

“No offense,” Timber titters, “but Lord Trancy will look so plain next to his bride!”

“Goodness, what shall we do?” Canterbury adds. “Perhaps he should wear a dress as well.”

Alois rolls his eyes. The trio speak so bluntly and outlandishly, it really is a wonder he hasn’t thrown them out entirely yet. Hannah is just too fond of them, considering them as brothers or friends, and they do their jobs fine. It would be too quiet without them, at least, so might as well keep them around for now.“You three have no idea what you’re talking about! We’ll both be stunning! Now, care to make yourselves useful and direct us to where Hannah and Luka have gone? Are they in the kitchen?”

Timber clicks his tongue. “No, no. They’ve retired to the young master’s room.”

“He took his second sandwich up there with him.”

“Oh, dear. We’re going to have ants.”

“Alright, enough!” Alois snaps, more annoyed than truly mad. “Can you three ever shut your mouths??”

(Name) sets her hand on Alois’ shoulder to help ground him. “Oh, love, did Thompson say Luka’s taken his second sandwich with him? By God, the boy works fast!”

Immediately the earl’s temper is calmed as he glances toward his fiancée. Her remark is enough to bring a smile to his face. “We should catch up with them, then.” He reaches up to grab her hand with both of his, darting up the steps. “And, Timber! Do make sure you and your brothers are prepared to do battle with the invading ants!”

The two of them laugh once more as they race through the halls like children, clutching hands, without a care in the world. When they reach the door, Alois pulls (Name)’s hand back from opening it. He puts a finger to his lips, gently leading her to one side. “Shh, stay quiet,” he whispers. “I’m going to pull a trick on Luka.”

“Hehe!” She covers her mouth with one hand. “Of course!” Big brothers like to play around with their younger brothers, after all, don’t they?

Alois bites down on his lip in an effort to keep himself from just bursting out in laughter. He can’t give himself away before he’s even done what he wants to do! As soon as he’s gotten composed, he opens the door and sweeps into the room in such a way that neither Hannah nor Luka can see his fiancée. For added effect, he paints a concerned look onto his face. “Luka!! Oh, my god, Luka, where’s (Name)?! Did you leave her all by herself in town?!”

True to the triplets’ word, the teenager is sitting on his bed, holding half a sandwich that he seems to have just taken a bite out of. With his mouth full and his eyes wide, he stares in shock at his older brother.

“Whhht?!” Luka throws the sandwich down on the bed and immediately jumps to his feet. “I-I swear, Alois! She was right be’ind me, ‘onest! We rode back in the carriage t’gether, then I got out ‘n’ came inside, ‘n’ she was ― I swear ta ‘igh ‘eaven I ‘eard ‘er ‘eels be’ind me!!”

It’s a miracle how Alois manages to hold back his laughter. “We ― well, I can’t find her!”

One can practically feel the panic rolling off of Luka. “O-oh, my God!! We ‘afta search ev’rywhere! ‘Annah! ‘Annah, g-get the triplets! They can split up, ‘n’ we’ll cover all the manor ground, ‘n’… ‘n’ I don’t understand! How could she ‘ave jus’―”

Hannah, who up until now has rather silently been perusing the bookshelf in the corner of the room, clearly thinks Alois is being too cruel. “Luka, calm down. It’s okay. Alois is just having a go at you. (Name) is right outside the door, and she’s safe.”

As if on cue, Alois pouts and opens the door for his fiancée. “(Name), come on in! Hannah ruined everything!”

“(NAME)!!!” Luka has his arms around the woman like lightning, a relieved smile taking over his face. “I’m so ‘appy y’ didn’t go missin’ fer real! What was that all ‘bout, y’ two, givin’ me a ‘eart attack?!”

(Name) giggles and returns the hug. “I’m sorry, Luka! It was Alois’ idea!”

Luka lets go of her before falling back on the bed, throwing an arm across his face. “Me own brother, stabbin’ me in the back! Oi, Jimmy, ‘ow d’you live with yerself, ‘uh?”

“Oi, yourself, don’t call me that!” All at once Alois is removing his coat in one flourish so he can pounce on the bed. He wrestles around with Luka for a moment, both of them laughing and trying to pin the other down. “You’re next, (Name)! You sold me out!”

Hannah walks over to stand by (Name), having finally picked out a book. “Our boys,” she sighs. When she glances over at the other woman, there’s a hint of a smile playing on her face.

(Name)’s smile is unabashed, warm, and full of love as her eyes focus on her soon-to-be-husband and her about-to-be-brother.

“Yes,” she agrees softly, “our boys.”

[elusive---ivory]

Circus Act - Part 14

Sorry for the long wait!! I've been caught up in school and haven't been overall feeling the best mentally. I appreciate all of your support!! Thank you for sticking with me!!

WARNING: Violence, and Sexual themes

Part 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10, 11, 12, 13, 14

Sandy could put her finger on it. Her anxiety seemed to get taunt her repeatedly as she drove to the corner store to buy some supplies for Arthur.

A bottle of clover green hair dye, and some face paint. Sandy looked at the bottle for a little while. Arthur's bizarre motives seemed to worry her more and more.

She headed back to the apartment with a small brown paper bag in hand.

Arthur was on the couch, with his head tilted up. His chin was rested under a gun. He quickly hid the gun underneath the couch cushions, before Sandy could see.

Sandy walked into the living room, handing Arthur the small bottle of hair dye.

"It was the last bottle." Sandy said, handing the bottle to him.

Arthur raised an eyebrow, looking at the bottle of green liquid.

He appeared to have a strange glint in his eye like before. His green eyes studied the liquid as it swisher around in the bottle. Arthur seemed so fixated on it, like it was a magic potion.

"I'm gonna be on the Murray show." He said to himself. "Aren't you proud of me, Sandy?"

She nodded, smiling at him. "I'm so very proud of you, Arthur."

Arthur grinned, chuckling a bit. He already knew her answer.

That's Life by Frank Sinatra started blasting on the radio.

Arthur stared intently in the mirror as the hair dye poured down his face. Green dripped from his hair as he danced around the bathroom in his underwear.

Sandy was sitting on the edge of the bed with a cigarette between her lips.

Arthur walked back into the bedroom, picking Sandy up from the bed to dance with her.

She giggled as Arthur twirled her around. He nuzzled into the crook of her neck, softly kissing it while slow dancing with her.

Afterwards, Arthur sat at the vanity in the bedroom, carefully applying white face paint.

Sandy sat back on the bed, staring at Arthur through the vanity mirror, admiring his features.

She did have that feeling in the back of her head, nagging at her. She'd been meaning to ask him about the gun she found, but never brought it up.

'There's probably an innocent reason to have a gun. Maybe it's a prop.' Sandy thought.

Her thoughts were interrupted by the sound of the door buzzer.

"Coming." Arthur shouted, getting up to answer the door.

Sandy notice Arthur grab something, and put it in his pants pocket. She followed him out of the bedroom, curious to who was at the door.

Arthur opened the door. Randall and Gary were standing outside the door with a wine bottle in hand. Arthur glared at Randall, but his expression changed as he was greeted by Gary.

"Hey, Arthur, how's it going?" Gary said, walking into the apartment.

"Oh, hi guys," Arthur said, "come on in."

Randall and Gary walked inside the apartment.

"Hey fellas." Sandy greeted them with a smile. She was slightly surprised to see them, but happy nonetheless.

"Sandy, I didn't know you were staying here." Randall chuckled. "Looks like you got the girl after all, huh, Art." He teased.

Arthur smirked over at Sandy, who made her way to the kitchen.

"So, did you and Sandy get a new gig?" Gary asked.

"No." Arthur said, shaking his head.

"Ah, you must be heading down to that rally at city hall." Randall smiled, nodding his head.

"Oh, is that today?" Arthur asked, looking kind of surprised.

"Yeah." Randall looked confused. "What's with the makeup, then?"

"My mom died." Arthur said, taking a brief drag from his cigarette. "I'm celebrating."

Sandy looked over at Arthur from the archway that connected the kitchen to the hallway. She couldn't help herself but stare at Arthur's stature. He looked so unbelievably dreamy with his body slanted against the hallway wall.

There was something so hypnotic and charismatic about him, probably why she fell for him in the first place. It almost made her forget her terrifying worry.

"Right, that's why we came by. We figured you needed some cheering up." Randall said, gesturing over at Gary, who was holding a wine bottle.

"That's sweet." Arthur smiled. "But, no, I feel good. I've stopped taking my medication, and Sandy's been taking care of me over the past week or so. I feel a lot better now."

"Well, good for you. I'm sure Ms. Cheekbones feels the same way." Randall said, looking over to Sandy in the kitchen.

Sandy glared at Randall. Cheekbones. God, she hated that stupid nickname. She definitely didn't miss that when she quitted.

"So, hey, listen. The cops have been asking around the shop, about those subway murders." Randall said, trying to get Arthur's attention.

"They didn't talk to me." Gary pointed out.

Randall turned to Gary, shrugging. "That's because the suspect was a regular sized person. If it was a fucking midget, you'd be in jail right now." Randall chuckled.

Arthur let out a high pitched disturbing cackle.

Sandy looked over at Arthur. Something just didn't seem right. She stayed in the kitchen, just to keep watch on Arthur.

"Anyway," Randall continued, "Hoyt said that they talked to you, and now they're looking for me. I just want to know what you said."

Sandy saw for a slight second Arthur take out a small piece of metal.

"-because I just want to make sure our stories line up, and seeing as your my boy." Randall continued speaking.

Arthur nodded his head. "Yes, that makes a lot of sense. Thank you, Randall. Thank you so much."

Sandy's eyes blinked for just a moment, then saw Arthur stab Randall in the eye with the small pair of scissors, he hid in his pocket.

"Arthur, STOP!" Gary cried.

Sandy's mouth laid there agape, as she dropped to her knees. At first, she was in shock. Warm tears fell down her face as she cried silently on the kitchen floor.

Gary began to cry louder and louder.

Arthur slammed Randall's head repeatedly into the wall.

Once Arthur was done, he threw Randall's lifeless corpse to the ground.

Gary hid in the corner, still crying from watching the horror that played in front of him.

"Do you watch the Murray Franklin show?" Arthur asked. The way he said it was so casual as if nothing at all horrendous just happened.

Gary just stood there shaking.

"I'm gonna be on tonight." Arthur smiled. Blood splattered along his painted white face. His eyes looked dark and hollow.

Gary was just confused at this point.

"Fuckin' crazy, innit? Me on the telly?" Arthur said, in a fake British accent. Then, he giggled. "It's okay, Gary. You can go."

Gary was still shaken, trying not to look at the dead body in front of him.

Arthur, of course, gave Gary a quick scare.

Gary screamed as he stumbled towards the door. He tried opening it, but the door was locked.

"Hey, Arthur?" Gary asked, shakily.

"Yeah?" He said, then he chuckled as if it was a silly thing to do. "Oh, sorry."

Gary left in a panic, rushing out the door, just before that, Arthur gave him a small his on the head, and thanked him altogether.

Next, there was the frightening Sandy that was laying on the kitchen floor.

"Sandy." Arthur said.

Sandy gently lifted herself up. Her eyes were still wet from crying. "I know." She said.

Arthur's blood stained hand cupped her cheek, wiping away any tears.

"You're not my Arthur." Sandy said, quietly.

"Not anymore." Arthur replied. "I don't think I could live without you."

Sandy lips began to twitch into a smile. Her smile turned into laughter. "Oh god. That's ironic."

"How so?" Arthur asked, still holding her close.

"Believe it or not. I was gonna kill myself that night. I had nothing going for me. I felt so alone. So trapped in a loveless relationship. Dennis never gave a shit about me, but you. I saw something in you. Something I didn't see in anything else." Sandy began to laugh more. "Because of you, I'm finally free. I'm free, Arthur." She shouted.

Arthur smiled, softly. That's all he needed. He cupped both of Sandy's cheeks and began kissing her, roughly, smudging her cheeks with Randall's blood.

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[blainesebastian]

35 + 38 + 42 -> brio :) Thank you so much for all your fics, they're amazing

35 “You make me feel safe” 38 “All I wanted was for you to be happy” 42 “You’re always on my mind”

Thank you for reading darling!!

No longer accepting prompts, got a backlog to fill :) thanks to everyone who sent something in! And especially to @medievalraven for her help talking through this idea with me.

--

All I want is for you to be happy –it’s not something Rio ever says to her but sometimes Beth wonders if he would, if those are words he’s capable of saying. They don’t communicate like that, through syllables, through dialogue that makes sense once it’s in the atmosphere.

Beth’s always been a talker, someone who’s been able to get through a lot just by saying the perfect string of words together—it’s gotten her through her parent’s rough patches, through school, through her disastrous marriage with Dean and through PTA meetings. It’s what’s gotten her through working with Rio, not so much with communicating with him, but through their patchwork deals and meetings with other undesirables.  

Rio seems to be the same way, a silver tongue that curls around language so intimately. His words burrow deep, under skin, double meaning behind simple phrases. It’s gotten him where he is today, it’s one of the reasons she wanted to work with him in the first place. Because there’s honesty in his words, which is why he’s so careful with what he says. He chews over things before he says them, he means it—he’s believable and it feels like tumbling through a dark rabbit hole to trust him.

Despite both of them being so similar in how they talk to other people, they don’t talk to eachother that way. Rio would never say certain things to her and she’s apprehensive over the words she uses with him.

They communicate mostly through touch, because that feels the most true. It’s easy to hide behind words but not as easy to hide emotions through physicality. When his fingers touch her skin, it’s like a language all their own. He doesn’t tell her everything, and vice versa, but they can feel the words like brail when his hands settle on her hips, when her fingers brush over the wings of his bird tattoo, when he yanks her out of harm’s way, when she smacks his chest for being ridiculous, when he kisses her temple, when she grabs his hand and his ring makes an indentation against one of her fingers.

It’s there—it’s tangible.

It’s not exactly what Beth wants or needs to hear but most of the time, that’s okay.

--

Sometimes, however, things are said that leave imprints on skin.

--

Rio pulls up one day in his sleek car, slipping through the streets of her neighborhood like a soundless black cat on the prowl. Beth sighs; can feel him without turning around as she stands in front of her open trunk. She likes having work to do, don’t get her wrong, but she hates the fact that he always turns up whenever he wants.

Unannounced, rain or shine, like some sort of demented postal service.

“Mornin’ Ms. Boland.”

She shakes her head and turns slightly, trying to motion to her groceries. “I’m busy.”

He shrugs his shoulder, “S’alright, I can wait. I’m patient.”

Beth snorts without meaning to, “No you’re not.”

Rio makes a face at her and puts his car into park, leaning back into his seat, as if he’s ready to prove his point. He’s really going to wait for her to carry her things in and put the groceries away? She feels like making a show out of it, taking her time, maybe even whipping up a recipe for dinner when all is said and done…but she doesn’t feel like trying his patience.

She looks up at the sky and lets out a long sigh, closing her trunk and trying to ignore his aggravatingly handsome grin as she makes her way to the passenger door.

“There’s really no one else you can annoy today?”

He hums, putting the car back into drive. “Nah, you’re always on my mind.” There’s a wall of silence that follows, settling over them like a blanket. It wraps in-between their bones and lives along their synapses; breathing in their veins.

Beth distantly realizes that he’s said something important but it doesn’t register until later.

Rio’s eyes are traveling over her face, slipping down her neck and onto her shirt; a quirk of a smile following as he grazes over the too bright, too floral pattern.

“Last thing I want to hear is another ‘partners’ talk in the middle of IKEA.”

She rolls her eyes, putting her seatbelt on as they begin to drive away from her house. “Oh, that was one time.” But nothing follows except a fond chuckle.

--

There’s a lot of blood that her fingers are slipping.

She’s only sewn him up once and it was in her living room, under a controlled environment, with plenty of gauze and disinfectant and bright lights. His wound wasn’t that deep; a bullet graze that he couldn’t do on his own. It needed two stiches, she did it under his supervision, it healed perfectly with little scarring.

She kisses it from time to time.

This is different.

They’re in his car, away from a warehouse but not in the best neighborhood. The windows are dark, the only illuminations are the streetlamps outside and the overhead light on the ceiling.

It’s not enough.

She debates turning her cell flashlight on but Rio makes a guttural noise that she doesn’t like, she’ll have nightmares about it.

“Fuck, just do it.”

“There’s no need to be bossy.” Beth snaps back, brushing her hair out of her face, getting blood on her skin. His blood. Tacky and warm.

She’s got the bullet out, its somewhere in-between Rio’s legs, she just needs to stich him up now. Beth wishes she could open the car door, give herself some space, but she needs to do this fast and the last thing she wants to do is draw attention to them.

God, she can’t do this, she can’t breathe.

Her hands are steady even though it feels like her entire body is shaking. She cleans the area and gets the needle ready. Beth can do this; she’s done it before. She suddenly pictures her kid’s Halloween costumes that she made from scratch like that’ll somehow help and Rio senses her hesitation because he grabs her hand.

He squeezes, gaining her attention.

Despite being shot, he doesn’t look that bad—annoyed about the inconvenience and clearly in pain but not trying to show it.

“I trust you,” He licks his lips. “Give me a badass scar, yeah?”

I trust you. Her breath catches in her throat and he lets go of her hand.

The words repeat against her eardrums and drown out every other sound as she gets to work.

--

Beth searches through Rio’s kitchen cabinets for chocolate and finds nothing resembling it. For someone who has a kid, who lives in this apartment when he’s not with his mother, she expected more sweets to be stashed about.

Nothing, nada.

She sighs, leaning her elbows against the counter and tapping her fingers against her cheekbones. Yeah, it’s ten at night and she should be going to bed instead of trying to find dessert when they’ve ate dinner hours ago but…can’t blame a girl for trying.

“You have no chocolate, seriously?”

Rio pads into the kitchen in a pair of grey joggers and black t-shirt, letting out a soft huff to let her know he’s heard her but not dignifying it with a real response. He doesn’t really eat sweets, she knows this, but still…

“Nothing?” She asks again, turning to look at him. He’s opening up the fridge to grab water, taking a long sip. Beth kinda hates how distracting it is, the muscles in his throat working before he puts the bottle back. “I’m not asking for much, I love chocolate, okay? I’m craving it in the worst way right now—”

And suddenly, Rio opens up the freezer and pulls out a small tub of chocolate ice cream. Wait, not just any chocolate ice cream; double fudge chips. He slides it over to her in a long gesture, putting a spoon on top.

“I know.” Is all he says; the simplest of two words. There’s the smallest smile on his face as he leans against the counter and watches her rip off the lid and dig into it…even when she nearly bends the spoon.

--

Beth cleans her gun, watches how Rio does it.

It’s calm and calculated and she had no idea that a gun could come apart in so many pieces. That so much of it would need cleaned. She sighs and rubs the back of her neck, biting her tongue on saying something like I don’t use this thing often enough to clean it but figures that will only cause some sort of backlash.

He’s always encouraging her to use her gun, even when she doesn’t want to. She’s fired it before, of course, but it’s never felt very necessary.

Her eyes wash over Rio’s face, his jawline, the stubble on his chin. She memorizes his bird tattoo, the lines there, the hollow of his throat, follows his sharp curves down to his hands holding onto his own gun.

She’s felt those hands before, on her, inside of her, pulling her close and pushing her away. Beth feels a little silly cleaning her gun, keeping it on her at all times, because…the words are out of her mouth before she can stop them:

“You make me feel safe.”

Rio goes still, pauses in a way where she wonders if he’s even breathing. His jaw clenches as he bites down on the inside of his cheek, putting his gun down, the metal clanking noisily against the tabletop.

“Don’t,” He says quickly, shaking his head at her. He holds her gaze for a long moment, until she realizes he’s serious, until his words burn into her skin like a brand, “One day I’m gonna get you killed,” Rio looks down at her gun and picks it up, presses it into her hands,

cold metal and warm skin.

“It's just not today.”

--

Beth yawns, stretching her arms over her head as she leans back into Rio’s couch. “Alright, that’s it. Last book is done.”

Rio sits up next to her, flipping through a file of paperwork, cars in her backlot that haven’t made it through their process of searching them yet. There’s still a few they need to work on and hash out clients for.

Right now, they’re just trying to make the books match the car inventory. The last thing she wants is another Turner situation where she’s hiding in the bathroom trying to get rid of evidence either in the ceiling or toilet.

“You sure? My eyes feel like they’re permanently crossed.”

She smiles a little and puts the book on top of some others in the corner, pulling her hair back into a messy bun. “Might improve your looks.” Her voice is warm and teasing despite how tired she feels and Rio picks up a pillow only to tap her side playfully.

“Bed?”

Beth nods, putting the pillow to the side as she stands up. “Bed.”

She makes her way over to his bedroom, moving to pull the sheets down. He presses up behind her, wrapping his arms around her waist as his hands squeeze her hips. His mouth comes down onto her neck, a shiver coursing down her spine as his stubble tickles her skin.

“Am I not going to get a thank you?” She pouts. “You could have easily done that on your own.”

Rio turns her in his grip, pressing her down into the mattress, blanketing her body with his. “I like havin’ you around.” She smiles, the words sinking into her pores and living there, warmly, before he kisses her.

It’s deep and intimate and his tongue slips between her lips, making her moan, his hands working their way up her shirt. Then, too suddenly, he’s gone—moving down her body.

Beth lets out a soft huff, clearly displeased that he’s disappearing, that his mouth is gone from her own. “Where are you going?”

He looks up at her through his eyelashes, “I’m thankin’ you.” and pulls the string of her joggers loose before sliding them onto the floor.

--

Words are like touch, but they don’t fade with time.

[enhypemen]

Dance prt.2 - Hwang Hyunjin smut

Request: More Hyunjin smuts please??? OmG I died reading ur last one ugh ur mind Maybe a pt 2 the one u just wrote hc I’m hella curious to see how they danced after that ahah

Description: Its competition day! After the day in the practice room, yours and Hyunjins days were spent practicing, going in dates, or exploring each others bodies. After performing your dance things get heated in your dressing room.

Warnings: filthy-ish, dirty talking, unprotected sex, pulling out method (Don't be silly wrap your willy), cursing, dom!hyunjin, fluffy towards the end.

Pairing: Hyunjin x (fem) reader

Prev

Today was the day. It was competition day, you and Hyunjin were standing back stage shaking with excitement while watching the others perform. These past few weeks were spent practicing, going on dates, and of course having lots of sex.To say you guys fit perfectly together wasn't enough. You guys already had a while lot of chemistry, from being friends for 13 years, but now that chemistry was turned into a deeper.

"Alright, you two. You're on in 10, okay?" Your dance instructor says smiling brightly at the two of you.

You smile as she continues, "you guys have made so proud! The two of you are my stars, I knew you could do it"

She hugs you both before running back out to her seat and your names were called. When you head out to the stage you both bowed respectfully before getting into position. Once the music starts your attitude changes from nervous and excited, to serious and confident . (Click it)

Once the dance is over the crowd cheers loudly, you and Hyunjin linking hands and bowing before leaving the stage. Your dance instructor meets you in the dressing room and hugs you both proudly.

"Amazing, you two did amazing. Now get changed and meet me in the seats, they'll be announcing winners (haha) in a half hour, give or take" she says before leaving the room.

You smile to yourself, then turn to Hyunjin sending him a wink before walking to your dance bag and getting your change of clothes out. You lift the cropped top off of your body folding it neatly and putting it into your bag.

Hyunjin watches you from his side of the room, also folding his shirt and placing it into his dance bag when an idea pops into his head. He locks the door quickly and silently without you noticing and walks up behind you.

He takes the shirt you were changing into, putting it back into your bag making you turn around with a raised brow.

"You won't need it, it'll just get in the way right now" he says and picks you up.

Your legs wrap around his waist and he walks you over to couch set in the corner of the dressing room. He sits with you on top and immediately unclips your bra. The remaining of your clothes are thrown off leaving you both naked in a matter of seconds.

Hyunjin kisses you hard, your hands on either side of his face, while his are on your hips and ass. He pulls your body down onto him and thrust up, pushing himself into you.

"Oh god" you moan shutting your eyes in pleasure.

He looks up at you as your moans increase in volume and moves his hand to your mouth in an attempt to shush you.

"We don't wanna be caught now, do we love?" He says in a husky voice.

You moan in response and grind harder into him, his eyes widen as something clicks in his mind.

He smirks, "You'd like that wouldn't you, baby"

"You'd love for someone to hear you moaning from just my cock being buried deep into, huh?" He questions.

His thrust become more harsh but slow, your head falling onto his shoulder as your breath becomes uneven, whines spilling from your mouth.

"I didn't know you where such a dirty girl" he says as he flips you onto your back.

"Dirty girls deserve to be treated as such, don't you think?" He says as he lifts your leg over his shoulder and pounds into you.

Your back arches off of the couch as a loud moan escapes you throat at the unexpected pleasure. He was hitting new spots and hitting every angle, it felt too good and you couldn't control yourself. Your nails dug into his biceps creating little crescent marks and your teeth biting into his shoulder.

He hisses in pain and groans as it mixes with his pleasure. His hips become relentless as the sound of skin slapping against skin, moans, and loud breathing filled the room. Your hand travels down between your connected bodies only to be slapped away, Hyunjin grabbing your wrist and placing them roughly at your sides.

"You're going to cum from just my dick, do you understand?" He says sternly.

You nod grabbing the back of his neck and connecting your lips. Teeth and tongue, the kiss wasn't like the ones you shared when he'd drop you home after a date, or when you'd meet up in the practice room. Those kisses were soft and passionate, full of care. This one was lust filled, full of desperation and want.

He pushes his hand into you lower abdomen with a harsh thrust, your lips disconnecting as your jaw dropped, a loud "fuck" coming from you lips as your orgasm hit you in a new way. Your mind and vision went blank as Hyunjin continued his sloppy thrust, his orgasm washing over him soon after.

"Jesus, how are we suppose to explain this?" He ask.

"Explain what?" You ask confusion laced in your voice.

"Y/n, you squirted" he says into your chest.

Your eyes widen in embarrassment, you've never done that before. Your cheeks flare red making Hyunjin laugh.

"Hey, don't worry. I liked it and I'm definitely going to make you do it again" he says and gets up. He grabs your clothes and helps you dress, before grabbing his clothes and dressing himself.

After cleaning up the mess you two made, you both exit the room and head to the seating room.

"Jesus Christ, what took so long? They're announcing winners now" you instructor says hurrying you over.

"Sorry, noona. Y/n had to use the bathroom" Hyunjin says lying through his teeth.

The instructor doesn't seem to notice and nods averting her attention to the stage.

"We will now be announcing the senior duet winners" the announcer says.

"Third place, scoring 243 points is ... Kim Yugyeom and Im Nayeon" the crowd cheers as the two go up and collect their metal and trophy moving to stand to the side.

"Second place, scoring 287 points is ... Lee Minho and Lisa Manoban" you and Hyunjin clap and cheer for the two as they also collected their metal and trophy, standing next to third place winners.

"And now, in First place, scoring 312 points.." a drum roll starts as you hold both Hyunjins and your dance instructors hands in yours.

"Hwang Hyunjin and y/in y/n" your names were announced with a congratulation.

You jump up in victory wincing in pain, Hyunjin at this and hugs you tight, then leading you to the stage.

Metals are placed over your neck and a trophy is handed to you as you stand with Hyunjin, and the rest of the winners, for a picture.

Once the pictures were done Hyunjin places the trophy down and grabs your hands.

"Y/n , I should've asked you this weeks ago, but I never had the guys .. so ... will you be my girlfriend?" He asks shyly.

Your face brightens with a smile, your arms swing around his neck, kissing him deeply before pulling away.

"Yes! A hundred times yes!" You screamed.

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[hoopdiddies]

Rashes (J. D imagine)

A/N: I've added a few touches since I got carried away by the fluff @deakysgurl! Thanks for the request! I hope it's good enough.

14 +49. Road accidents + when they're injured

Warnings: Just mentions of a road accident and some rashes and a bucket load of fluff

Word count : 2k+

Xx Masterlist xX

Here you are, out in the terrace enjoying an egg sandwich in the middle of a heavy, evening downpour– something you ought to question yourself later on. After popping what's left of the sandwich in your mouth, you dust your hands together and make your way back into your room, coming to hear five frantic knocks echo from the front door.

Who could that be in this hour?

"Y/N! Y/N!"

"Please open up! It's us!"

The familiarity of those calls gets you rushing down the steps leading to the door and you hurriedly grapple the knob, swinging the door open to the lads dripping wet from running from the other side of the road in the misty storm with their arms draped around John who appears to be in an utterly bad shape.

"Boys! What happened? Thought you were doing a gig," You assist them in settling John down on one of the couches, paying no mind to the wet mess their soaked clothes are leaving on the tiled floor– and certainly on the couch.

You immediately go by John's side and kneel to check what went wrong. Nothing afflicting his head, that's swell considering the dangers that would have caused him although he's got his forearm and leg wrapped in dressings, hinting that they might have taken him to a hospital to get treated prior to parking at yours.

"He's got nasty road rashes– one running from the side of his left forearm down to the point of his elbow and the other from his knee down to the middle of his leg." Replies Brian who's got his arms crossed at the unfortunate events.

"What happened out there?"

"Motorbike accident. Right after the gig, he rode downtown on one of the sound engineers' bikes to fetch a few parts to fix two of his amps," he kneels down beside you and you tell Freddie and Roger to fetch the first aid kit from one of the cupboards, feeling John's temperature rise with your hand on his moist forehead– he's getting a fever from the rain.

"And?" You get up and settle down beside John, wiping his face free of sweat, combing his damp hair back to calm him down.

"A sudden halt. A man ran recklessly down the pedestrian and caused James to swerve. "

"Bastard," You mutter irritatingly and ask John how he's feeling. So far he's only shaken his head which gives away the obvious. Freddie and Roger return promptly with the kit, a damp cloth and a glass of lukewarm water to ease some heat into John's shivering body.

"Deaky, you'll be fine." Freddie coaxes softly in his ear to alleviate him of his current uneasiness, accidentally nudging his afflicted arm and earning a quick grunt from John. You tell the boys to dry themselves in the bathroom while you take care of him from there.

Some time later after letting him take an antipyretic to reduce his fever and mopping the slippery floor, John insists that the boys go ahead as they have a hectic studio session to push through tomorrow. You've assured them that you'll take care of him and they leave him under your unrelenting watch to which, of course, John cocks a slick eyebrow at in amusement.

Since he's feeling quite under the weather, you'll have to conjure up an activity to keep yourselves entertained through the evening deluge as the night is barely young and neither of you can sleep.

"Want to watch a film?" You crouch carefully between his legs, your elbows propped up on either of his thighs.

"And a cup of tea too, love." He smiles and you rise up to kiss him chastely before heading to the kitchen heat up the kettle.

Halfway through having it whistle, a clap of thunder followed by a power outage seizes all your chances of going through a movie night and you hear John scream briefly from the living room at the sudden spread of darkness.

He's always been that jumpy– and it cracks you up in the slightest.

The kettle whistles and you grab a lamp from under the sink to light up your space as you make John a cup, figuring it would be a hassle if you'd include one for you.

Speed walking to the living room with the lit lamp and his cup in your hands, you worry that he might've jerked his leg and disturbed the wound, rushing to him hastily and panting upon stepping foot into the space.

"John, are you okay? Are you hurt?" Lifting up the lamp to shed some light on him, you find him hugging a throw pillow with his head down, nodding.

He's so vulnerable like this and his position just craves for your hold. A tender smile forms on your lips as you position the lamp next to the couch and the cup on the coffee table within arm's reach.

"I didn't startle you with my fiendish screech, did I?" He looks up at you bashfully through his fluttering lashes, the light spilling from the lamp emphasizing the build of his nose and the refined curves of his lips.

Albeit a little frightened, his soft features outstands the weak shadows cast by them against the low light; giving him a delicate yet fascinatingly heartwarming image that just thaws your heart from the bottom up.

You shake your head and take the space next to him crossing your legs and weaving your fingers with his, brushing your lips over his knuckles. "Nothing's ever fiendish with you, Deaks."

He turns his head to you and smiles back, his lips pressed firm together almost in a pout. "Hmm, thank you for taking care of me. I'm sorry that I had to come home like this. We would've had an easier night, you and me. Don't worry though, a few days and I'll be able to get back out there."

"I'm sure you will and don't be sorry, the important thing is that you're home to spend this gloomy, powerless night with. Besides," you shift in your space and turn your body towards him, the distance between your faces sealing, "despite your rashes, I could use some body heat."

As tempted as you are to do some things with him that don't involve making him scream out bloody murder at the nudge of his dressed rashes, the corner of his lips rise and he shifts closer to you, planting a long kiss on your lips. You giggle into it as he begins chewing on your bottom lip and tugging playfully on it, his hands creeping their way to the back of your neck to draw you in deeper.

"Mmm, John- baby, not tonight. You're badly hurt and with a growing fever." You remind him as you pull away but not far enough to not feel his hot breath fan against your lips.

"You said you needed some body heat."

Your throw your head back in a giggle. "Not in that manner, silly. I'd love to but I don't wanna add to your injuries."

He pouts and his eyes narrow to lazy slits, sighing in defeat. "You're the best kind of medicine for me."

You cock a brow at him. "Yeah?"

"Yeah."

"Alright, lover boy. We could go for a quick round but for now," you rest your head carefully on his lap and gaze up at him from that angle, his eyes gleaming in a pale glow against the low light as he peers down at you, his hand tangling itself in your hair, "why don't you sing us a little song to lighten the mood?"

Knowing very well that doing so was never his strong suit, he gives you an implying look yet you softly encourage him to go for it– with you being the only one who's going to enjoy the first-hand privilege. You know he can sing, he just doesn't have the confidence to push it out of him. His talking voice is already soothing, how much more if it were his singing voice?

"Y/N, come on. You know I can't-"

"John."

"But I have a fever, as you said."

"You do but you sound fine. When did an injury ever stop you from playing bass?" And you're definitely referring to the time he stuck his hand through a glass window drunk and had to get a few stitches afterwards. He stares down at you as he contemplates on it, drawing a deep breath in to start.

"Tonight the darkness seems so deep and silent stars watch as we sleep. The drifter cross the sky, never stop to wonder why," he has his eyes shut during the first line but as he goes on, his eyes open to you in awe at the sound of him finally singing.

"Million eyes could never weep, she lies dreaming like a child. Here beside me all the while. She'll just dream away, until the break of day and gently wake me with a smile." The touch of his warm palm against your cheek as he loses himself in your eyes as he sings sends you up high in cloud nine. Here you are, hearing his mellifluous singing cut through the sound of the harsh storm, unable to believe that this man is actually yours.

"She makes me laugh. She makes me cry. She brings down and takes me high. She fills my life and makes it real. No matter what she does, she makes me feel." And you are his. The air hangs thin between you both as he swallows upon finishing, just anticipating for your reaction. "Y/N?"

With no words to describe what he's made you feel all over again with his singing, you lift your head up to meet his lips and hook your arms around his neck to haul him in deeper. His skin flushed against yours feels heated, literally and it could be from his high body temperature. He whimpers into your mouth and shuts his eyes as he adjusts himself gingerly to feel you better while avoiding grazing his afflicted arm and leg against a surface.

You break away slowly with barely any breaths slowed down, his smile further radiating as he caresses your cheek lovingly through the temporary darkness enveloping you. "You make me feel."

"God, John... I love you so much."

"I love you too, Y/N."

"And I promise, the mark of your singing will remain sacred in this house." You put your hand up as a sign of swearing and he chuckles softly, brushing his thumb delicately over your cheek. "I honestly sound better when I'm looking at you. You really are my best medicine."

With his attention firmly set on you for the night, there's no way in the world he's going to touch the now cooling tea on the coffee table.

[leelee10898]

You're the one that I want

I got this Halloween prompt from @riseandshinelittleblossom, requesting Leo&Aria as Danny and Sandy from Grease. Fluffy and smutty she wants.. well Love I hope I delivered. This is a part of @speedyoperarascalparty Beaumont bash Halloween event.

"Love are you sure about this?" Leo stood in the middle of their livingroom in New York, unsure of this years costume theme. "Leo, its fine you look great. They aren't to tight, And besides, your ass looks incredible in them." She slapped his ass through the leather pants. He jumped "You didn't complain when i made you dress as the Playboy bunny last year, I think you enjoyed it a little to much." She chuckled. She finished strapping her heels and stood to face Leo.

"So... what do you think?"

"I got chills, they're multiplying." He sang. She dropped her head and shook it, laughing at his silliness. He ran over to her grabbing at her ass her "and im loooosing control." He sang again.

"Leo, stop it." She tried to fend him off. "No Love, who's this Leo dude? I'm Danny, Danny zuko." He teased in his horrible 50s greaser accent.

"Get your hand out of my shirt Danny! It took me forever to squeeze my ass into these leather pants. I am not taking them off." She swatted his hand. "Now come on, we're going to be late to Daniels wedding."

They had decided to spend Halloween in New York after Daniel invited them to their Halloween themed wedding. The twins were with Aria's Parents for the weekend and they were both looking forward to some much needed alone time.

They decided to get a town car since they both planned on drinking. And since Ellie and Maxwell were going to be there, Aria knew things would get wild.

They pulled up to the venue, Leo's eyes grew wide. "Aria, look." He pointed "oh. My. God." Aria giggled "what the fuck is Maxwell wearing?"

They exited the car, Leo shaking his head. "Thank god you are here. I can't walk in there with him alone." Ellie freaked. "Little blossom, tell her its a great costume." Maxwell huffed in defense. "Its, definitely something." Aria stiffened back a laugh. "Are you a fucking vagina Maxwell?" Leo chuckled. "Oh my god what? No, Leo! I am a hot dog in a bun." Maxwell shrieked waving his hands up and down his body.

"Yeah, looks like a pussy dude. Did you make this yourself?" Leo shook his head gain, chucking. "Yes." Maxwell sheepishly hung his head.

After they shared a good laugh they went inside. The ceremony was fabulous, Daniel and his husband dressed as Lucy and Ricky Ricardo. Each table had its own Halloween theme. Maxwell was drunk by the first dance, ellie shortly after. He embraced the fact his costume was now a Vagina and they most popular there. Ellie and Maxwell headed to the dance floor.

Aria and Leo paced theirselves, that is until Daniel and Gary found them at the bar and decided to get them to do a shot with them. One shot turned into 4, and Leo became very handsy. After the 5th man to hit on him, Aria began teasing him relentlessly.

"Let's go into the photobooth and take some pictures." Aria giggled, she was drunk at this point, she ditched the blonde wig, by then letting her hair out. The climbed into the closed off area, throwing random wigs and over sized glasses on. Leos hand crept between her legs. "Leo, stop it." She grabbed his hand trying to pull it away, but he held firm. I have had to watch that ass bounce around in these tight ass leather pants all night, my dick is practically tearing the seams of these horrible fucking pants.

"Dont you do it." She warned as he un did a button and zipper. "Leo, I swear to god. Look lets take the picture, he started pulling his pants down. "Leo, we are at a wedding." His pants now around his ankles. He kicked them off to the side.

"Ok we are taking these pictures, Now." She stood up to press the button, but he caught her waist. Fumbling with the waist he yanked hard and riiiip. Her mouth flew open. "You, you fucking ripped my fake ass leather pants." She giggled pulling them off. They both stood in their underwear, laughing hysterically. Leo wearing a pinwheel hat and over sizes glasses. Aria in a hot pink wig, with a rainbow tie.

His fingers found her center as he slipped between her panties toying with her folds. He slipped two digits into her wet heat. Pumping them in and out. "Oh fuck Leo, jesus." She stumbled back, not realizing her ass hit the picture button.

She pushed him back onto the chair, pulling his length free, she shimmied out of her panties and sat reverse cowgirl on his lap, Lowering herself onto his length. His hands groped her breast, pulling them from her tube top. She bounced up and down, meeting his thrust. His hands found her hips guiding, her harder onto his thick, long length. "Fuck, fuck, Aria Im gonna cum. Oh my god baby, ride my cock." Her moans joining his, as they simultaneously found their release.

"Now get dressed, before someone comes in here." Aria kissed him. Leo couldn't get his pants back on. Arias were ripped. "Shit, are we gonna go out there with no pants?" She asked. Leo found a grass skirt and tossed it at her. She threw it on. "What about you?" She eyed him. "Eh, im risky business now." He chucked.

Just then they heard the whirling of the printed as it popped a strip of paper out. "Well, I say these are out best photos yet." He snorted. "Yeah, my boobs look great." She laughed as they re joined the party.

A few weeks later she got a call from Daniel.

Daniel: "Hey Aria, I just wanted to see if you had fun at the wedding?"

Aria: Of course, we had a blast.

Daniel: Did you use the photobooth?

She thoughts back to that night, Leo and her having sex in there.

Aria: oh, he yeah. Great times.

Daniel: great, so I just wanted to say both you and Leo have great bodies. I always knew your boobs were real.

Daniel: we just got our photo book from the photo both.

Aria: oh, you um got copies of the pictures?

Daniel: yeah, they save copies of them all and print them out. We liked yours and Leos the best. Well hun gotta run. Talk to you soon.

"Who was that?" Leo asked. "Daniel, turns out they got copies of the photo booth pictures." She gulped.

"Oh fantastic, I bet they are fun." He chuckled.

"Yeah, remember ours?"

The realization of the fact daniel and Gary now had photos of them having sex setting in. "Gotta love Halloween. " he chuckled, kissing her lips.

Tagging: @bobasheebaby @cocomaxley @speedyoperarascalparty @riseandshinelittleblossom @katurrade @blackwidow2721 @hopefulmoonobject @ao719 @mind-reader1 @zaffrenotes @itsstillnotwhatyouthink

[chinuppoppins]

Here's a new prompt for you, one I hope you like. It's an no powers AU: Tandy and Tyrone are both idiots who are making everyone around them miserable. They're both crazy about each other, which everyone can see. The only ones who haven't figured it out are them. Somebody has to point it out before the obliviousness of it all kills someone.

Trigger Warnings: Mentions of Police Burtality, spousal abuse, and child abuse.

They become mortal enemies at age four.

It all starts in Miss. Erica’s preschool classroom one day during show and tell. Tandy’s hair is pulled back in a ponytail with a silky pink ribbon. She has on a matching pink sundress and is showing off her ballet slippers with pride and telling her classmates how she went shopping with her mom over the weekend to get them. She is so proud and her classmates seem to be interested, all expect for Tyrone Johnson.

Tyrone in his basketball jersey, dark blue jeans, and a hoodie that he always wore but was way too big for him raises his hand to inform her that ballet wasn’t a real sport. He then proceeds to hold up the orange ball he was holding and tells her that basketball was a real sport. Tandy just sends a frown his way, narrows her brows and opens her mouth to start the first argument in Tandy and Tyrone’s ‘rocky’ relationship.

What only makes things worse for Tandy Bowen was when Tyrone’s mom gets a job at Roxon and his whole family moves to the house at the end of her block and now Tyrone is everywhere. She sometimes sees him walking around with his dad, or even at her house with his mom for paperwork issues.

One day, after a long day in the third grade, Tyrone ends up having to go home with her. Her mom explains that Mrs. Johnson and Mr. Johnson had some important things to take care of, but Tyrone is silent on the way home. Melissa tells her to be nice to Tyrone, make him feel at home and she tries, until he makes fun of room.

“Your room looks like a unicorn threw up everywhere.” Tyrone decides as he shakes his head in disgust. “How am I supposed to do my homework with all of this baby crap everywhere.”

Tandy’s nose crinkles n annoyance and she scoffs. “My room is not a baby room.” She shoots back. “Pink is my favorite color, duh, it’s why my room is pink and the reason you can’t do your homework is because you don’t understand it. I saw the marks on your last science test, you’re failing and you will be stuck in the third grade forever.”

He doesn’t let her bother him. “Pft, says the girl that can’t pass a spelling test to save her life!” He is always so rude and she can’t stand it. “You need to learn how to spell in life, not stupid science.”

“Your mom works with scientists!” She deflects. “And you do need science, my daddy is a scientist after all!”

Tyrone shrugs. “So, who cares!” He stands up and grabs his stuff. “I’m taking my stuff downstairs and waiting for my mom! I can’t stand you, Tandy Bowen!”

“And I don’t like you! Tyrone Johnson.”

As he walks down the stairs she notices that he left that big hoodie he was always wearing. She feels a little bad when she kicks it under her bed, but he did insult her after all.

A few months later, Tandy discovers that Tyrone has an older brother. She’s walking the puppy her daddy had gotten her for her birthday when she sees a boy in a wheelchair getting the mail. Tandy watches him for a moment and then realizes that the chair wont go up the curb. She ends up approaching him slowly and the teen greets her with a smile. “Um,” Tandy begins. “Do you need help?”

The teenager chuckles. “Yeah, yeah, I’m a little stuck. You think you can help me out? You strong enough?”

“Yeah! I’m super strong.” Tandy brags and then hooks the dogs leash on the mailbox. “I’m in ballet after all.”

“Well, you gotta be strong to be a ballerina.” The teen says in a serious tone. “So I have a good feeling you can give the chair a little push.”

Tandy lights up as she looks both ways before going behind the chair, grabbing the handles as best she good and giving the older boy a firm, yet gentle push until he is on the sidewalk. “See, told you I was strong.”

He laughs. “Yeah, you’re kinda like my kid brother. I’m Billy.”

Tandy goes over to get her puppy and then walks over to him to shake his hand. “I’m Tandy Bowen, it’s nice to meet you.”

“Tandy?” Billy asks and then laughs. “So you are the girl that  my brother, Tyrone always talks about.”

Tandy pales. “Wait, you’re Tyrone’s brother?” She takes a look over at him, remembering a conversation that her parents had about the older Johnson boy. He was shot, and stuck in a wheelchair for the rest of his life. “I uh,” She furrows her brow. “Can you not tell him that this happened? I hear it from him enough as it is about being annoying and nosey and a know it all.”

Billy gives a full bellowed laugh. “He teases you? Well, Miss. Tandy, he does that because he has a crush on you and he doesn’t understand it yet.”

Now it’s her turn to laugh. “Yeah, right, Tyrone does not have a crush on me.”

That night, she ends up stuffing that silly black hoodie in his mailbox, because she realizes why Tyrone always wore it. The next day in school, he is smiling as it hangs off of his shoulders.

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Tandy Bowen is the most frustrating person Tyrone had ever came across.

As kids, he couldn’t stand her. She was pushy, rude, bossy and insisted that ballet was better than basketball. Billy teased him over and over that Tyrone had a serious crush on her and that she must have had a crush on him, since they would always argue.

Though kid Tyrone didn’t understand it, teenage Tyrone did, but he still would put up a front with Tandy.

His feelings began to change when they were both 16, she had just come back from dance camp and he barely recognized the girl who was talking to his brother. Tyrone recognized the dog though, and aging bulldog named Rocky that her dad bought for her when she was eight. His mom said that Mr. Bowen probably felt bad that he was never around, so the dog had been a way to keep a younger Tandy occupied. It sort of made Tyrone feel bad for Tandy, but then he had remembered that he didn’t like her, so he stopped.

Though what made him stop in his tracks today was Tandy Bowen. Her blonde hair was short now, tickling her bare shoulders and curling ever so slightly. He found himself noticing a sort of sparkle in her eye and how plump her lips were and how freaking cute her nose was when he crinkled as she laughed.

Then she notices him, or Rocky starts barking at him which pulls her from her talk with Billy to notice Tyrone. “I see you haven’t changed over the summer.” She stands up straight and tall. “Don’t you know that it is rude to stare.”

A playful smile graced her lips and Tyrone’s cheeks heat up. “I wasn’t looking at you,”

“Yes you were.”

“No I wasn’t.”

“And now you are getting flustered, Tyrone Johnson.”

“ Am not.”

“Are too.”

“ Am not.”

“Are too.”

Billy clears his throat and the two stop their argument, but as per usual, Tyrone gets the last word in by throwing out an “Am not!” Before running into his house for safety.

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“You want Tandy to join the cheer squad?” Tyrone asks Evita over the loud music of the party. “Yeah, she’s not fit to do that.”

“Ty, what are you talking about?” Evita laughs and then looks over at Tandy who is dancing with one of the guys from the basketball team. “She’s been dancing since she was four and has been in my gymnastic class the past eight years. If anything, she’ll outshine most of the girls on the squad.”

Tyrone scoffs. “Yeah and have yet another thing that she’ll brag about? It’s not a good idea, Vee.”

The shorter girls cocks her head to the side when she realizes that he had been looking at Tandy the whole time. “Yeah, you don’t want her to join cause that would mean you would have to be around her more often and you and the big crush you have on her wouldn’t be able to handle it.”

“I don’t have a crush on Tandy.” He deadpans and Evita laughs.

“Oh my god, yes you do.” She pushes and Tyrone starts to panic when he loses sight of the blonde girl. “See? Now you are about to lose it because you don’t know where she went. Ty, you’ve had a thing for her since the pre-k, you are always non stop talking about her, you complain about her constantly and you are always staring at her with the biggest heart eyes.” She pokes his chest and he spots her again, she managed to get the band to allow her to sing. That was a talent they both shared “Like now. You, Tyrone Johnson, have a thing for Tandy Bowen.”

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He is outside shoot hoops weeks later when he sees about five cop cars fly down the road, skidding to a stop in front of the Bowen’s household. He tucks his ball under this arm and walks a few steps to get a better look. What he sees makes him freeze. Mrs. Bowen was being wheeled out by EMTs, an oxygen mask on her face and Mr. Bowen is taken out moments later in handcuffed. Tyrone is yelling for his mom before he realizes it and she is already halfway down the road when she realizes what he is yelling about. Tandy is now being escorted out of the house by a police officer. She is visibly shaken and he notices that his mom is talking to an officer, gesturing towards Tandy. After a heated back and forth and a lash out from Tandy herself, Adina gets into the ambulance with Tandy and they are gone

Tyrone wants to know what happened, but then hears a low bark at his feet and notices that Rocky got loose during the drama. So he brings the dog into his house and attempts to wait for his mom to come home.

She does come home eventually with Tandy in tow, but Adina is quick to rush her to the guest room. Though Tyrone notices the splint on her arm and the butterfly bandages on under her eye. Tyrone notices Billy peeking out of his room two. The brother lock eyes for a moment before Billy tells him to go to bed.

He does listen to his brother, because he has no idea how to approach Tandy right now. Usually he could, with a smart ass remark and and a sly smirk, but with this? Tyrone didn’t know what to do. So he lays awake in bed, looking up at his ceiling and thinking of what he could say to Tandy until he hears a faint knock on his door. Tyrone rolls out of bed and cracks the door open to see Tandy standing in his hallway. She looked vulnerable, broken, confused unlike the Tandy that would argue with him about something as simple as sour patch kids verses sour gummy worms.

“Can I come in?” She whispers and Tyrone steps back and holds the door open as she steps in while Tyrone closes the door behind her. She is still for a moment as she eyes his room up and then she begins to walk around, looking at his trophies and ribbons. He sees a hint of a smile at the sight of a picture of four year old Tyrone. “Thanks for getting Rocky, I was scared he was lost.”

Tyrone keeps his distance, his voice soft. “Yeah no problem, Rocky is a cool dog, he can hang.”

“Yeah.” Her voice cracks. “He’s great.”

He isn’t sure how she was going to react when he stepped behind her and placed a hand on her shoulder. “Tandy?” But instead of her shrugging him off or walking away, she spins around and wraps her arms tightly around his torso. Her head is against his chest and he can feel her body shake with tears. For a moment he is frozen, he was never good with people crying. Though something kicks him in the ass and he pulls her as tight as he can without hurting her as she cries. Tyrone had known Tandy his whole life, and never once had he’d seen her cry so he didn’t really expect this. “I am so stupid,” She mutters. “He has been doing this to my mom and getting away with it for years, painting her as the bad mother figure and I never, ever questioned it.” She pulls back for a moment as she takes a breath while Tyrone brushes a tear away from her cheek. “All this time, my mom had been taking this shit from him and I-” There is a pause. “I always thought she was the issue, until tonight. I got home from dance and the house was a mess, I thought we were robbed, or maybe someone broke in to hurt my dad.” Tandy can’t make eye contact. “Then I saw my dad, standing over my mom- and god, Ty, I couldn’t even recognize her face. Even his face, he didn’t have a mark on it, was so twisited with rage. I tried to stop it, and then he- He didn’t realize that it was me until it was too late.”

She’s looking up at him with a trace amount of guilt in her eyes. “Tandy, you know that what happened with your mom and dad, it’s not your fault.” Tyrone looks at the cuts under her eye and sighs. “Don’t go around blaming yourself.”

Tandy shakes her head. “No, Ty- I do have something to do with all of this. I should have realized what was going on, but I didn’t want to admit it. My dad, it wasn’t until I was sitting in the ER while the doctors patched up what he did was when I realized what a pitiful excuse for a man he was. I mean, who forgets their eight year old daughter in the pouring rain?” She sighs, settling her hands against his chest. “Can I- can I stay in here with you?”

He of course says yes and to be fair, they are both a little awkward as they lay in his bed until one of them, Tyrone can’t remember who, breaks the ice with a memory from childhood. They of course talk and laugh for the night, bringing past arguments that were had and teasing each other about who really won. Then her eyes settle on a black hoodie hanging off of his desk chair. “I remember that thing, you wore it almost every day when we were kids. Then one day, you left it at my house after an argument. I wasn’t going to give it back to you-” She stops herself. “Then I met Billy, put two and two together and realized it was your brothers.”

“That’s why my dad found it stuffed in our mailbox.” Tyrone says and Tandy nods.

“Was he you know, born like that? Your brother?”

Tyrone falls silent at her question and then clears shakes his head. “No, Billy was actually one of the best basketball players out there. I mean, he could do anything. He was- and still is my idol. Though, the reason why he is in that chair is because he was shot, the bullets damaged his spinal cord. The doctors told my parents that he was lucky to be alive and now look at him, he is out there getting his masters degree in education.”

Tandy turns on her side to face him. “What happened to the person who shot him?” She asks in a soft tone.

“It was a cop-” Tyrone explains. “Fuck, that asshole got off easy.” His teeth clench and he shakes his head. “My mom cried every night when the court case was going on, but she looks at Billy now and all I see is pride in her eyes. He’s amazing, you know?”

Tandy smiles sweetly. “Well, you are pretty amazing too, Tyrone Johnson.”

The next morning, they both wake up before his parents do so she could get back to the guest room without any questions. She hugs him again and thanks him for being there last night. As she goes back to the room, Tyrone catches Billy smirking at the whole scene. “Don’t worry, Ty-Ty, I won’t tell mom or dad.”

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After that night, their relationship changes from mortal enemies since age four to a playful argumentative friendship.

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She often meets him at his locker in the morning, they walk to class together, eat lunch together and there are some times when Tyrone will drape his arm over her shoulder when they are walking down the hall. Her eyes focused on his report as she points out errors before he hands it in. It’s strictly platonic though, or that’s just what they think.

Her father isn’t in the picture much anymore, once her mom is okay on her own, she throws all of Nathan’s things to the curb. Tandy is still beyond furious with her father, but she does promise to go to court to testify against him and Tyrone promises to go with her. They are sort of a packaged deal now, and Tandy sort of likes it that way.

Though now so, more and more, she is questioned on why they just don’t start dating already. Her mom and Mina are the biggest culprits with the pushing. “I always liked Tyrone.” Melissa says one night as Tandy is preparing dinner. “He’s sweet, has spirit.” She drones as she picks at her pasta. “And he’s easy on the eyes.”

“Mom!” Tandy hisses as Mina giggles.

Melissa shrugs. “Honey, he’s good and I know with everything that has happened this year, you are hesitant, but Tyrone is good.”

And her mom is right, he is good.

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It’s a muggy summer night, they are watching fireworks light up the sky on a old blanket that had been stashed in the back of Tyrone’s car. Someone was setting them off, so Tyrone and Tandy decided to take advantage of it. She’s watching him for a moment, noticing the way the his eyes brighten in a state of wonder when each one is set off. “Ty?” She asks, ever so gently. It was now or never, she thought and he turns to look at her. He thinks she’s prettier than the fireworks anyways. “Do you-” She takes a deep breath. “Do you like me? More than a friend?” She clarifies and Tyrone freezes. That’s it, she screwed this up, maybe everyone at school was wrong, maybe he didn’t like her that way and maybe she just ruined a friendship, maybe-

Her thoughts are interrupted. “Yeah, I uh, I do like you- more than a friend.”

She smiles, no she beams and she glows while Tyrone flushes. “Good, cause I do too.”

“So what do we do?” Tyrone asks her while Tandy raises a brow.

“Well, we let the kids at school and our families gloat, because apparently they’ve known the whole time. But before that, we should really consider sealing the deal.”

Tyrone dips his head, snickering. “Yeah, you would like that wouldn't you?” There is a glint in his eye and Tandy playfully roles hers.

“Hm, I always knew I would have to make the first move.” She hums as he cups her cheek, his fingers running through her hair. Tyrone, god how sweet he is to her, brushes his lips tentatively against hers and she smiles, pulling him back to her lips as he pulls away. After all of these years, she wasn’t going to let him off that easy.

[danganronpa87]

Chapter 1: Deadly Life

Waking up, I felt pretty well-rested. Yesterday had been a good day, and I found myself excited to see the the others again.

I went to go change and then leave my room, heading for the dining hall. As soon as I grabbed the door handle, the intercom clicked on.

"Please make your way to the day room. I have an important announcement."

The monitor clicked off.

Okay... this couldn't be too bad. Even if this wasn't a nighttime announcement, it couldn't be too bad.

...Right?

I headed towards the day room apprehensively, followed by a few others. I didn't see Siandi around, so I assumed she was already in the day room. Probably searching for that where that small slip of paper came from...

I walked inside, and most of the group was already there. The few that came in behind me; Neru, Zekou, and Shinto, soon entered, and Monoshima coughed.

"Alright. Since none of you have been murdered yet... I have a motive for you all."

He gestured to the pile of what appeared to be Monopads behind him.

"These are motive videos. Watch them, and maybe you'll think about killing now..."

With a chuckle, he left the room.

Neru went to go dig through the pile. "Probably best if we obey him..." He flipped over one of the Monopads, looking at the back. "Retku, this one's yours."

I went to take it, sitting on the couch as Neru passed out the remainder of the motive videos.

"...I feel we should watch these in our rooms. That way, we have some privacy." Shinto crossed his arms.

"That's a good idea. Zekou, let's go, okay?" Neru led the smaller boy out of the room.

Soon after, everyone dispersed to go to their own rooms, myself included. If I was being honest... I was nervous to see what these videos were. If they were supposed to drive us to kill...

I sighed, sitting on my bed and turning on the device. It displayed my name, and then... my mother....

"Retku Sovyak, the Ultimate Violinist. Always a top student and amazing musician. Supported by his mother every step of the way, he has won many awards in his lifetime." The screen cut to black, and faded out into an image of a car crash. "But, something terrible happened. Has Mrs. Sovyak perished or is she still alive?" The screen changed again, this time to the words: 'Fool everyone in the class trial and you can learn!'

I didn't even realize the tablet fell from my hands, as I sat there in shock. There was no way. No way this was real. It had to be fake... just a silly attempt to try and get someone to kill. No way my mother might be dead. It had to fake... it had to be...? There was no way this... stupid fox had gotten ahold of my family..! There was no way, no possible way this could actually be true?! I didn't believe this, there was just no way...

I couldn't move from my bed. If something did happen, I wanted to know... but there was no way I'd give in to Monoshima for that. I couldn't do that to everyone else...

I laid down, clutching a pillow tightly as the events of that video played through my head. Over, and over, and over... I didn't want to believe this was true.

After I while, I started to doze off, still thinking about that stupid video.

Until suddenly, I heard my name.

"Retku. Wake up."

I jolted awake as I felt something shake me.

"....mm...? Siandi...? What time is it...-" I managed to grumble out, sitting up.

"Around 2 AM. I was taking a walk and I found something." She stood up straight, grabbing onto my arm to take me with her.

"What...?" I got out of bed.

"I'll show you. Come on." She left the room, leaving me to quickly put my shoes on and follow.

When I left the my room, she was heading towards the bathrooms.

"I found hair. Blue hair, to be precise. I also saw Neru and Zekou by the storage room after ten last night. So I had... my suspicions."

"Do... do you think one of them-?!"

"...I'm unsure. It's light in colour, but Neru does have soft highlights. The only two with blue hair are Shinto and Neru... Akemi has greyer hair, so I'm unsure it's hers..."

"Have you checked the storage room...?" I suggested with a yawn.

"Already attempted. It's locked. Which bothers me... but I'm certain Akemi locked it. She spent most of the night there, probably building something." Siandi looked at me.

"Do you like... spy on everyone or something-?" I replied jokingly, chuckling softly.

Siandi gave me a look. "I need little sleep to function. I prefer to keep my eye on other people, since we are in a killing game after all."

I gave a soft nod, glancing at the hair. "Do you know whose it is...? Maybe they just had to use the bathroom..."

"Whoever it is, it has to be a male. Which eliminates Akemi. Shinto and Neru are likely to match... again, they're the only ones with blue hair."

"Makes sense..."

"You should go back to bed. I'll keep looking."

I nodded softly and went to head to my own room.

"...Goodnight, Retku. Hope for the best."

"...Huh-?" I stopped.

"I'm worried a murder may have occurred. But that's just my speculation."

"Mhm..."

"So... hope for the best."

I went back to my room, falling asleep as soon as my head the pillow.

And as the morning announcement played, I apprehensively made my way to the dining hall. I couldn't help but just... have a bad feeling...

As I opened my door, I saw I was one of the last ones there. Siandi, Akemi, and Shinto were the only people missing...

I sat down at the table, when suddenly Siandi burst in.

"Retku. The storage room door is unlocked."

"It is?!"

Immediately I scrambled up from my seat, going to follow Siandi out of the dining hall, hoping for the best like she had told me earlier.

We made our way to the storage room, Siandi turning the handle and swinging the door open.

....

I couldn't believe what I saw.

Akemi Saito, the Ultimate Builder. Laying on the ground, dead. Blood was pooling around her throat.

"A-Akemi-!" I stumbled back, a hand over my mouth to muffle a scream. She... she really was dead...? This... this was real....?

"...it's started."

Shinto walked out of the restrooms, quickly heading over. "What's going o—"

"A-Akemi-! She's... she's dead-!"

"...Oh God..." He looked inside the storage room, quickly freezing up.

The intercom clicked on.

"A body has been discovered. Please make your way to the storage room. You will need to investigate, and shortly after, a trial will take place. Good luck."

The intercom clicked off.

"Someone... someone actually..."

"....Killed her..."

Shinto was silent as he watched the others crowd around the door, each having a similar reaction.

Zekou began to cry, Neru pulling him close.

Honoma screamed, and Sora went pale.

"...She's dead. But... we don't have time to waste, do we..?" Shinto looked away from the body, sighing softly.

"...r...right... we need to do this. For Akemi..." I mustered up all the courage I had, and stepped into the room.

My Monopad beeped, and so I checked it. A new tab, named the "Monoshima File," was pulsing red. Strange...

I pressed the tab and it took me to a new page.

Monoshima File #1: The victim is Akemi Saito, the Ultimate Builder. The fatal injuries were multiple puncture wound to the throat, approximately 1.47 mm in diameter. Death occured around 12:37 AM.

"Oh...! That's pretty helpful... Siandi, it shows us the information of the murder, like the cause of death and stuff."

"Looks like we don't have to determine the cause of death then. That makes solving this much, much easier," Siandi handed the Monopad back to me. "Do you mind checking the body? Everyone else, split up into groups and go investigate other areas. We'll cover more ground that way and we'll solve this more easily."

"I... I can do that."

It felt wrong... but we had to do this for Akemi. Someone here... though I didn't want to believe it... murdered her. And I was going to find out who.

"Alright... let's see..." I approached her body, looking at her injuries. Everyone else went to get into groups and walk off. Neru, Honoma, Siandi, Zekou, and Chiyo stayed.

There were several puncture wounds in her throat. They were tiny, and as I gathered from the Monoshima File... most likely made by something 1.47 mm in diameter.

"...Nails." Neru spoke up. "They have nails here. If her puncture wounds are that small, maybe nails were the murder weapon?"

"That's a possibility... I did find this, however. A stainless steel fork. With blood on it. It looks about 1.5 millimetres." Siandi handed it to me.

Some of the wounds seemed to line up, but it was hard to tell with the small size of them. I handed it back.

"I feel... we should look for a box of nails and check." I stood up.

Neru was already going through the shelves, trying to find anything.

"Box of nails... right here." He opened the box.

"....Blood."

"So either one could be our murder weapon..." Siandi tapped her chin, thinking.

"Could it be... both?" Chiyo made her way to the front, crossing her arms as she looked around the room. "Of course, we're all a bunch of amateurs. I doubt any of us here have truly solved a murder case."

"I've written murder mysteries-"

"Shut up." Chiyo glared at Honoma, adjusting her glasses. "Anyway. Is it possible to tell if she was drugged before she was killed? If so, that opens up the possibility that she was originally attacked somewhere else. Possibly killed, even, and dragged here."

Honoma walked off.

"I... don't think that happened. Zekou and I came to the storage room just a bit after 10 PM. I was grabbing a block of wood to carve, and Akemi was here, alive and well."

Chiyo looked at him suspiciously, putting a hand on her hip. "Neru, that's quite the suspicious alibi."

"But I was with him-!" Zekou glanced from me to Chiyo. "I was there, and Akemi was indeed alive!"

"Hmm... is there the possibility an accomplice was involved? After all, your alibi only involves three people, and one of them is dead."

Monoshima appeared behind Neru. "I heard the word accomplice! To answer your question, there can be an accomplice, but only the person who does the actual killing will get to escape!"

"So in other words, an accomplice would have no chance at escape. Hmm. I still don't know about you." Chiyo poked Neru's chest to emphasize her point and stepped back.

"....Anyway. We should probably get back to investigating." Siandi sighed. "Does anyone have an alibi, besides Neru and Zekou? One that we can prove, at least. Just being in your rooms won't do since we aren't able to prove you were there."

Everyone was silent.

"...I figured as much. Well, I feel like we've found everything there is to find... I'm not seeing anything that could be useful to us in the trial." Siandi looked to the group.

The intercom clicked on.

"Would everyone please make their way to the Day Room?"