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Shameless, pt. 10

Severus Snape x professor!reader fic

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this chapter is shorter, but not too short. as in it's not as long as the previous ones - they were like 6,000 words+, this is only 4,000-5,000 i think. The main reason is because it didn't really make sense to me to have it longer. so i hope you guys enjoy it!

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without further ado......

You trailed behind McGonagall and Snape, keeping your eyes glued to the floor in front of you as your body was still on fire from your encounter with Severus.

"How on Earth did Black manage to slip into the castle?" Snape hissed, briefly looking at McGonagall who was striding beside him, her brows laced together with worry. A shiver slid down your spine as Snape's stern voice bounced off of the stone corridor, creating a rather dramatic echo. Only moments ago were you about to kiss the man, totally disregarding the fact that you were seeing Ben. What a fucking mess.

Then again, you thought, how could anyone not get lost in his eyes? Gods, you were such a pathetic excuse for a woman as of right now.

Severus's eyes were distracting, almost magnetic-like, as they beckoned you to look further within them, silently persuading you to forget about anything and everything that mattered to you. You were sure he didn't intend to do such a thing, or maybe that's what you were telling yourself, but in that intimate moment with him, you couldn't help but feel inclined to kiss him. Whether it was the heat of the moment or not, you were sure he wanted to kiss you too.

"We're not sure," McGonagall replied, sighing in a distressed manner as she ripped you from your self-destructive thoughts. "Even Albus is baffled as to how he eluded our defences." You flicked your eyes up to glance at Minerva. You sort of felt like you shouldn't be here, it's not like you'd be much help if Black appeared in front of you right this second - your knowledge and skill in combat was nowhere near the level of McGonagall and Snape, you were certain that you'd probably be a burden. The thought of slipping away down a corridor poked at your brain, taunting you.

"Y/N?" Minerva's worrisome voice once again pulled you from your thoughts. You looked up, face flushing as you met Severus's curious eyes. Quickly glancing away, you focused your attention on the Gryffindor Head of House, afraid of the outcome if you stared any longer at him.

"Yes?" You cleared your throat, ignoring the way Severus was side-eyeing you from behind Minerva.

"Would you mind going to check the greenhouses?" She asked. Severus snapped his head at Minerva, clearly in disagreement with her proposal. You frowned slightly at his quick reaction, a tad offended.

"Minerva, I don't think that's a wise idea." Severus said rather sternly, glancing at you for a brief moment. Your face felt hot again.

"Y/N is more than capable of handling herself, Severus." Minerva replied, matching his stern tone. Severus's jaw ticked as he huffed quietly, looking away from the the older witch, silently feuding with her decision. She turned to you and offered a reassuring smile. You appreciated the faith that she had in you, but you weren't sure it was... correctly placed, to put it lightly. You pursed your lips, slightly awkward, stuck between staring at Severus's doubtful eyes and Minerva's confident ones. As you met Snape's eyes, he looked away, his brows furrowing. Your stomach somersaulted, but you weren't sure it was in the positive way you wanted. "Severus, check the dungeons." Minerva ordered, and he obliged with a curt nod, leaving almost immediately without a blink at you.

You shut your eyes briefly, fighting the urge to scream. Fuck, did you just make it extremely awkward between you two? Or was that just him being his naturally dismissive self? Was he just saving face because the two of you were in the presence of McGonagall? Did he actually lean in to kiss you as well or... did you imagine that?

"Y/N?" Minerva called, once again pulling you from your thoughts.

"Hm?" You blinked, eyes widening quickly as you realised you had a job to do. "Sorry, I was just-"

The older witch gently touched your forearm, causing you to look up at her with twinkling eyes. "What's going on with you and Severus?" Minerva questioned you, keeping her voice low but curious. As you looked at her, hesitantly, you saw sadness in her eyes, or perhaps... pity? "I know what I saw." She added rather glumly. You were a little confused at her tone, why did she seem so... sad about this?

"I don't know what you're talking about." You choked out awkwardly. Her brows knitted together as she leant her head back slightly, almost like she was disappointed in you.

"Don't make me sound like a fool, Y/N." She said. That was the same tone she had taken with you when you were a student. You immediately tore your eyes away.

"I..." Your mouth stayed open for a moment, unsure of what to say. "It's... complicated."

"It always is with Severus." Minerva sighed through her nose, a little agitated. You looked back and tilted your head at her, confused.

"What do you mean by that?"

"Severus is a complicated man, Y/N. I'm not sure you're aware of just how far his... trauma... goes." She said quietly, her tone switching back to it's usual soft one. You broke your gaze from Minerva's and shifted it to the ground thoughtfully.

"Nothing will come of it," You shook your head as the image of Ben flooded your mind. You winced. "It was a mistake, I shouldn't have done that, it was just a spur of the... moment... sort of thing." You shrugged, trying to ignore the pain that was currently blossoming in your chest at the sound of your own words. "I'm, err, seeing someone, anyway."

"Oh?" Minerva quirked a brow at you. This must sound so disorderly to her. You're seeing someone, but she had walked in on you almost kissing Severus? She probably thinks you're some kind of harlot that can't keep her legs closed now. Jesus. Nice one.

"Um, Benjamin- Benjamin Bluewater, I'm sure you're familiar with that name..." You trailed off, shrinking as you awaited her answer. You knew he wasn't a fond topic amongst the teachers at Hogwarts back in the day, so you were always preparing yourself for a scolding or some sort of judgemental remark.

"Oh, yes, I remember Mr Bluewater." Minerva hummed thoughtfully, staring at you with her inquisitive eyes. You felt as if you had to explain yourself.

"In regards to the... thing you saw- Severus and I, it's complicated, like I said, there's this weird... tension between us-" You were rambling now, and you couldn't stop yourself. Merlin, someone stop you, please. "I can't really explain it, I mean I have feelings for him, but he didn't feel the same, then I-I met Ben, and then today happened, and... it's just a whole... mess, Minerva, I don't know what to do." You huffed, clearly distressed with the situation. You looked down at the floor, your cheeks flushing with embarrassment, too worked up to even look your colleague and former-professor in the eye. "I'm sorry, I know there's another situtation at hand and I shouldn't be bothering you with such... trivial things but..." As you looked up, a soft smile had made it's way onto her face. You were rather shocked to see that. You'd expected another disappointed frown.

"Y/N," Minerva said soothingly, placing a calming hand upon your frantic ones, "as much as I respect and admire Severus, I think you should focus on Benjamin." She sighed softly. "Save your heart. Severus will only break it." A sad smile crossed her features, almost like she knew how you felt. Your mouth was parted - mainly from shock. Perhaps you should listen to Minerva, she'd known Severus for much, much longer than you have. You didn't know what to say, so you only nodded, closing your mouth slowly. "Now, I have to find Albus. Will you make sure the greenhouses are safe?"

"Of course." You swallowed, a feeling of uncertainty settling upon you.

"Lumos." You muttered, aiming your wand in the darkened room, the reflections of your wand glittering against the mossy windows. Your eyes darted around the greenhouse, searching for any sign of Black having been inside or nearby.

Everything seemed to be as you'd left it. All of your assignments were in the correct place, no plants nor pots had been knocked over and broken... no signs of forced entry... A sigh of relief slipped out of you, your tense body relaxing. Though, before you got too comfortable, the sound of a twig snapping behind you reversed all indications of your relief.

"Jesus!" You cried out, whirling around like a bullet, your frightened eyes softening a tad as they fell upon a tall, cloaked figure - none other than Severus Snape. "Please, can you not do that?!" You sighed, a hand flying to your chest in a feeble attempt to settle your racing heart as your cheeks painted themselves pink.

An amused smirk tugged at Snape's lips as his hands were clasped behind his back, staring down at you. "And not witness the terrified look upon your face?" Severus quipped, clearly relishing in your entertaining reaction. "I must disagree."

"At least let me know you're there, I could have hurt you." You replied with a glare, looking up to see an incredulous brow cocked up on Severus's face. You rolled your eyes at him. "Okay, I wouldn't have hurt you, but still, just... tell me next time." You huffed, rather exhaustedly. "Why are you here anyway? Aren't you meant to be checking the dungeons?" 

"I did." Severus nodded, allowing his eyes to study your still-petrified, yet red face. You swallowed, feeling rather vulnerable under his gaze. He seemed to hesitate for a moment, debating whether to speak again. "I just wanted to make sure you were... alright."

"Oh," You choked, feeling like someone had just winded you. Did he really just say that? "I'm okay." You said, placing your wand back inside the pocket of your forest-green robes.

"I can see that." Severus muttered, blinking slowly at you. McGonagall's words uttered in your mind as you felt yourself becoming lost in his dark, black eyes once more.

'Save your heart. Severus will only break it.'

"We should head back." You cleared your throat as your soft voice pierced the blanket of silence that had fallen upon the two of you. "The greenhouses are clear. I doubt Black would choose to hide out here, it's not exactly... erm, tidy." An embarrassed grimace twisted your features as you glanced around the room.

"I don't suppose it helps when one is bombarded with... gifts." Severus said, spitting the last word out like it was poison. You glanced up at him, frowning.

"And what's wrong with that?" You folded your arms against your chest rather defensively.

"In my humble opinion," Severus gave a curt sigh through his nostrils, evidently disapproving of Ben's tendency to send you a copius amount of flowers amongst other things. "Few small, meaningful gifts are far more superior than a prolific amount of materialistic gifts." He finished, sneering slightly at the wilting flowers that were dotted around your greenhouse, all adorned with different handwritten notes. Inside, you agreed with Snape, and you wished that that was the case with Ben, but he just seemed to think that throwing gold and flowers at you would keep you interested. Of course, you didn't mind him sending you such things, you were grateful, but it was getting a little tiresome. 

"Just because you don't get any." You teased, trying to hide the cheeky smile that tugged at your lips. Severus's head snapped to yours, an icy glare piercing your soul. You shivered slightly, a little sheepish as his sharp eyes dug into yours.

"I don't need gifts to satisfy my ego." He quipped, turning his nose up at you. Clearly, he didn't appreciate your light-hearted joke.

"Right, because talking down on people does that for you." You retorted, narrowing your eyes at Severus. Your patience was thin today, obviously.

"You seem to have grown a backbone, Y/N." Severus stepped towards you.

"I need one with you." You huffed, turning away from him. Severus watched curiously as you stepped away from him, his eyes trailing down your back, silently admiring your robes. He couldn't help but notice how pretty you looked in green. He thought it suited you better than your usual yellow and black. Perhaps he was just being selfish, imagining you in his House colour.

"Are you quite done?" Severus voiced. You cast a confused glance at him.

"With?" You frowned, cocking a brow expectantly.

"Having a tantrum." He replied, infamously cocking his brow at you.

"You're joking, right?" You scoffed at him, taking the bait like a fool. You turned yourself around to face him. "I made a lighthearted joke and you took it personally." The corners of his lips tugged upwards slightly in amusement. At this point it was too easy for him to wind you up. "What are you smiling about?" You stepped towards him, challenging him. He was getting underneath your skin.

"It's a pity that big mouth of yours doesn't match up with your brain." Severus said languidly, his deep voice sending a shockwave through your body. You had to swallow to compose yourself as your stomach began to tingle. He stood motionless in front of you, his hands still clasped behind his back, though you were blind to the fact that he was currently squeezing them harder the closer you got.

"Big mouth?" A gasp fell from your lips as you stared up at Severus, your eyes narrowing into a glare. "That's rich coming from you." You retorted, feeling your cheeks grow hot as you held his gaze. His lips twisted into a smirk as he closed the space between you with another step, that familiar smell of him overwhelming you.

"Is it?" Severus challenged you, silently enjoying your vain show of determination. He set his shoulders back as he stared down at you with scrutinising eyes, studying every inch of your pinkening face. He was getting a reaction out of you, and he was loving it.

"Yes." You panted. At this point, you were so worked up and distracted by his words and luscious scent that you hadn't noticed how unravelled you'd become. Your chest was heaving, breaths quiet and deep, your cheeks flushed unashamedly. You were a breathless mess. Your body was begging for Severus at this point. You were desperate for him to touch it, to even just lay a finger on it- anything. You had to relieve this ache.

"Please, enlighten me, Y/N." Severus whispered, leaning in towards you. A growl bubbled in your throat as you glared at him, your irked eyes boring into his. You were so tense and wound up that you couldn't talk. Your words were so jumbled together that you just couldn't form a coherent sentence without embarrassing yourself. "Hmm," Severus hummed, tilting his head at you, as if he was analysing you like an equation. "Didn't think so." He added smugly, the corner of his mouth quirking upwards.

"You're such an arsehole." You exhaled, shoving him with a flat palm. He didn't budge. Instead, his hand flew to your wrist, gripping it like an iron vice. Your eyes widened as Severus's once-smirking lips fell into a serious, flat line, his eyes burning.

"Weren't you taught that you mustn't... touch... what... isn't... yours?" Severus tutted, articulating each syllable with a hint of venom. You wished that wasn't the case, but in this world, you rarely get what you want. 

You clenched your jaw at Severus, tugging at your wrist in a vain attempt to free it. His grasp tightened, and you balled your fist. "Let go." You whispered as he tugged you towards him, just mere milimeters separating your bodies. Severus's eyes burned into yours, your body betraying you as it erupted into goosebumps; his face dangerously close to yours once more.

"Where are your manners?" Severus whispered back harshly, his hot breath dancing across your face once more, teasing you. You let your eyes flick between his, hesitating as they dropped down his face, eyeing his lips.

"Perhaps you need to teach me some." You taunted, breathless, your mind jaded. Not one appropriate thought was racing through your mind right now. Severus's brow quirked at your reply, quite obviously taken aback.

"An insufferable brat like you is unteachable." Severus spat back, baring his teeth. The insult didn't do it's job of hurting you, rather, it... aroused you. Your bodies were grazing against one another now, and the way his chest was scraping against yours was sending you into overdrive.

"You wanna bet?" You growled as he released your wrist after one more relentless tug from you. Severus kept his arm raised for a moment, his palm splayed as he glared down at you, your noses almost as close as they were just hours ago. Silence encased the two of you again, only your irregular, ragged breathing being the one thing that the two of you could hear. He was the first to break it.

Gods, you were so close. At this very moment, you had no care left inside of you. You were shameless for him. You couldn't hold yourself back anymore.

After several insufferable seconds, you threw your lips against his; the electric jolt that shot through you almost unbearable as a stifled moan slipped from your lips. A muffled grunt growled at the back of Severus's throat as his hands flew to your hips, kissing you back with such thirst and force you were worried he'd leave bruises around your mouth. His long, slender fingers dug into your clothed flesh like the desperation of a starved man as he pulled you taut against him, his left hand gliding down your arm to grasp messily at your hands, guiding them to sit around his neck. You allowed your fingers to comb through his thick, raven locks; nails grating at his scalp, prompting a delectable, throaty groan from him. Your legs tingled at the sultry noise. The rough, black buttons of his frock dug into your bared chest as he hauled you closer with greedy hands, the coarse texture scraping against your skin, bound to leave thin red scratches across your breast. A strangled cry fell from your lips as Severus teethed your bottom lip, playfully pulling at it. He released it and pressed another heated, sloppy kiss against your swollen mouth, your lids fluttering as you felt yourself melt into his addictive touch.

Severus pulled away from you, a begging whine falling from your lips. "So needy." He teased, breath hot and dangerous.

"Shut up." You muttered through gritted teeth, pulling him back onto you, your body igniting once more his lips met yours.

Pressing your aching body against his, Severus's cold hand slipped up to the back of your hot neck and brought your face impossibly closer to his; your spine aflame as delicious chills shot down it. With burning lungs, you parted your lips, darting your wet tongue into his mouth. Severus let out a heavenly whimper as your tongue licked against his, sending a rush of blazing heat through his shuddering body. Suddenly, he was pushing you backwards, lips still locked in a ferocious fight as the backs of your thighs hit the edge of your desk. Severus's hands swiftly slid from your waist and hooked themselves beneath your bum, inducing a breathy gasp to fall out of you as he lifted you up onto the wooden desk, the two of you disregarding everything that lay upon it. Including handwritten notes from Ben. You felt him smirk against your quivering mouth at the sensual noise that left you, clearly proud at what a panting, desperate mess he'd made you.

As he shuffled you onto the desk, your back knocked over a silver candle holder.

"Careful." You whispered against him, your eyes opening to shoot him a warning glare, though a hint of playfulness was hidden within your lustful voice.

"Shut up." Severus demanded, ultimately silencing you as he forced his mouth on yours, drowning you with his devilish tongue.

Your hands snaked down from the smooth skin of his neck, heading towards his chest, fingers clamping around the edges of his black cloak. Tugging him closer, you laid back on your desk with interlocked lips and Severus gladly obliged, leaning over you, planting a steadying hand beside your head. His other hand caressed your waist in a back-and-forth manner, feeling you, sending your body into a frenzy. Your wet, bruised lips fought against his, noses pressing into each other's cheeks. He pulled another moan from you as he gently brushed his hand against the side of your breast, teasing you.

Before Severus could trace his fingers down your middle, the crack of a branch in the distance ripped the two of you from your intense, sweaty encounter. Immediately, you and Severus pulled away from each other's faces with an audible, wet smooch, the both of you glancing to the source of the noise; breaths still heavy, hands still glued to one another's bodies intimately.

"What was that?" You whispered, fingers tightening around the silky material of his cloak. Instinctively, Severus's hand tensed around you protectively as he let his eyes search the dark; foggy mind racing.

"I don't know," He whispered back, turning back to look at you underneath him after he deemed it safe. You looked ethereal. Your hair was messily splayed-out behind your head, parts of it drooping over the opposite edge of the desk he was leant over. Your cheeks were red and flushed, lips swollen and pink, almost bruised from how harshly Severus had attacked them. After several seconds of admiring his work, he spoke. "Look at you," he hummed, a dangerous smirk painting his face, "what a beautiful mess." He let his eyes rake over your shuddering body, lingering on the red marks that scattered your bare chest. If possible, you blushed harder, your hands reluctantly flying up to fold against you, framing your breasts almost perfectly. Severus bit back a groan. "We should head back, I wouldn't want the others to think Black had had his way with you."

You rolled your eyes at him, a little irked. He'd learned perfectly well how to get under your skin. "What, you don't think I can hold my own against him?"

"Certainly not." Severus answered simply, stepping back from you and offering a hand to help you up. You wanted to protest against his answer, however, you knew he was right. There was no way you could fend off Sirius Black of all wizards. You'd just become another statistic to him. As you took Severus's hand and slipped off of the desk in one swoop, his eyes fell on the notes from Ben that you'd been laid upon. He let out a disapproving hum. You frowned and followed his eyes. Your stomach dropped and your body ran cold at the now slightly damaged notes.

"Shit." You exhaled as you stared down awkwardly at the ripped parchment.

"Shit, indeed." Severus repeated, side-eyeing you with a cocked brow. You glared at him. "Who would have thought, committing adultery with another professor at Hogwarts could be such an interesting feat?" He teased, stepping towards you, intentionally brushing his shoulder against yours.

You swallowed thickly, trying to ignore how close Severus was to you. "It's not like it was serious," You sighed curtly, running a stressed hand through your hair. "I mean, we've only been seeing each other for like, almost... four... months..." You trailed off, your shoulders feeling rather heavy as a strong wave of guilt flooded you. Were you really trying to justify your actions?

"Four months?" Severus sounded impressed.

"...Yes." You replied, avoiding his amused eyes. "You can wipe that smirk off your face right now." You scolded, casting a daring glance his way. For a moment, you admired how he looked - his hair was a little scruffy from where you'd had your hands buried in it, lips partially reddened from how you'd kissed him only moments ago. A hot blush took to your cheeks as you stared at him, your mind reeling back to how he'd grabbed you and pulled you so close against him, like he was scared you'd disappear into thin air.

"We can decide what to do later." Severus stated, slipped his wand from his sleeve and casting Lumos, illuminating the once-darkened greenhouse. "For now, let's return. I'm sure Minerva is wondering where we've disappeared to."

We? Did you hear him correctly?

Before you could question him, he already had his hand pressed against the small of your back, ushering you out of the greenhouse and back towards the castle entrance.

"I've searched the Astronomy Tower and the owlery, sir, but there's nothing there." Filch's decrepid-like voice came from in front of you as Severus escorted you into the Great Hall, his hand falling from your back as you neared Dumbledore and the other staff. You felt a little bummed at the loss of contact, but you didn't exactly want to out yourselves immediately. Speaking of that, you weren't even sure if anything was going to happen between you and Severus, maybe he'd change his mind again like he did last Christmas...

As you glanced around, you noticed every single student was asleep in the Hall, gentle snores slipping from their peaceful faces. You felt a little relieved that they were all safe and sound.

"Yes, the third floor is clear too, sir." Professor Flitwick said to Dumbledore, his beady eyes peering at the old man through his glasses. As the sound of yours and Severus's footsteps began to echo in the large hall, Flitwick turned, staring at the two of you. Clasping his hands together, he watched you and Severus stroll towards him.

"The greenhouses are empty as well, sir." You spoke, offering a polite smile to Flitwick. He happily returned it, averting his attention back to Dumbledore.

"Very good, thank you." Dumbledore acknowledged you with a small smile as you reached him. You stopped just beside Flitwick, your stomach flipping as Severus continued passed you. His addicting scent glided along with him, a pink tinge staining your cheeks as you inhaled. You turned away from Flitwick, afraid he'd notice your poorly-hidden reaction.

Severus was next to speak as he halted himself beside Dumbledore. "And I've done the dungeons, Headmaster, no sign of Black, nor anywhere else in the castle." He said, his deep baritone ruffling your feathers. You cleared your throat, quietly, glancing away from him. You could hardly control yourself right now. That moment in your greenhouse had really messed with your self-control. Severus glanced at you sideways, a tiny smirk picking at his lips. He must have noticed your crumbling composure.

Flitwick eyed the two of you, a perplexed expression crossing his features.

"I didn't really expect him to linger." Dumbledore replied, hooking Severus's attention from you. Flitwick used this moment to slip away to keep a watchful eye over the slumberous students.

"Remarkable feat, don't you think? To enter Hogwarts on one's own... completely undetected?" The Potions Master drawled as he and Dumbledore began to slowly walk forwards. You caught up to them and settled yourself beside Severus, sheepishly glancing up at him, your hands settling in front of your hips. He glimpsed at you, cocking a brow questioningly, a tingling sensation building in your stomach as you stared up at him.

"Quite remarkable, yes." The Headmaster agreed, his hands floating behind his back, subsiding as they intertwined themselves. The three of you continued walking between the rows upon rows of sleeping students, your shoulders brushing against Severus's now and again.

"Any ideas on how he might've managed it?" You asked quietly, your voice curious but concerned. Dumbledore glanced at you with his wise eyes, rather surprised at you. When the older wizard was around, you tended you keep quiet. However, with Severus beside you, a newfound confidence had arisen within you.

"Many. Each as unlikely as the next." He replied, turning back to focus on the path in front of him.

Severus spoke again, his voice rattling you. It felt as if someone had let off a grand show of fireworks in your chest. "You may recall, prior to the start of term I did express concerns about your appointment of Professor Lupin-"

Dumbledore quickly interrupted him, his voice strict and unforgiving. "Not a single professor inside this castle would help Sirius Black to enter it," he said, looking to Severus, "no, I'm quite convinced this castle is safe, and I'm more than willing to send the students back to their houses." You glanced away for a moment, zoning out as you glazed over the large stained window that had the crest of all four houses set within it. Your eyes lingered on Slytherin and Hufflepuff, flicking between them thoughtfully. Could a Slytherin and Hufflepuff truly work together?

As you'd stopped to admire the window, Dumbledore and Severus had continued on forwards. You stood still, your eyes falling onto Severus's tall, black cloaked figure, a deep sigh leaving your nostrils. Was this a good idea? Crossing the line with a colleague? Or was this a recipe for disaster? You wanted it to work out, but you had your doubts. Minerva's words were etched deep into your mind, and they slowly slithered out of the woodworks, chanting in your head tauntingly.

'I'm not sure you're aware of just how far his trauma goes.'

'Save your heart. Severus will only break it.'

'Focus on Benjamin.'

Oh, Merlin, Ben.

What were you going to do about him...? Do you tell him you kissed Severus? Do you just break it off silently? No, he deserves to know. You needed to be an adult and admit to your wrongs, whether it made you look like a sack of shit or not. You'd made your bed, and now you had to lie in it.

Just as you were going to return to Severus's side, a familiar voice called your name.

"Y/N!"

You turned around, your head snapping towards the voice like a bolt of lightning. All colour had drained from your face as your widened eyes became glued onto the one person you did not want to see right now.

Ben jogged towards you, a worried expression twisting his features.

No, please, no, not right now. This could not be happening right now...

talk about perfect timing, hey?

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"They're not using me! They're just asking for my help," I protested.

"And you agreed?" Wooin's tone was almost mocking, laden with insult, making my chest feel even heavier. Why do I feel like I'm being cornered?

"The famous Demitra Roberts, agreeing to be a replacement for an old friend—or should I say an old enemy?" Wooin's face darkened as he spoke. I could hear the sarcasm in his voice. I glared at him.

"Who would imagine you'd agree to replace the woman who was your enemy for so long?" he added, this time laughing.

"Shut the fuck up." I stepped closer to him. "You don't know what you're talking about. Don't act like you know me, so shut your mouth!" my eyes flaring with anger.

"But I do... We all do!" he said with a laugh that shocked me even more. My heart sank at his words.

I looked down and clenched my fists. He knows something—no, they all do. Why am I still surprised? They must have done a background check on me. They might even know my other secrets. It's disheartening to think about. Wooin approached and held my face, forcing me to look up at him. I could feel tears welling up in my eyes, and a familiar pain in my heart. Why am I feeling this again?

"They don't see you as their friend, Demitra," Joker said firmly. I couldn't look at him because Wooin was right in front of me. His eyes were full of amusement, as if my tears were something fascinating.

"For them, you're just a shadow of Shelly. They don't need you. Jay is just fooling you while he waits for his pathetic girlfriend," Hyuk said with disgust.

Why do they have to mention Jay? What else do they know?

"S-So what? I don't even like him, so why would it matter--"

"Yes, you should not," Joker said, as if warning me.

"But don't you hate being compared to her?" Wooin said with a grin. Horror plastered on my face. The tears I had been holding back started to flow.

Please, stop it already. I can't hear it anymore.

"How dare they use you? You're a legend, like us. You're a fucking Princess." He shouldn't use my underground title like that. I've been trying so hard to forget the title given to me back when I was greedy for money. It was all supposed to be in the past. I should be leaving it behind, but what are they doing? They keep bringing it up!

"They don't deserve you. A princess like you should be respected," he said seriously, squeezing my cheeks harder.

"Maybe she just wants to be treated like trash," Hyuk's insult stung, making me feel even worse. I saw a strange look in Wooin's eyes.

"Hyuk," he warned his friend, but Hyuk just shrugged.

My tears flowed freely, making Wooin pause. He immediately let go of me. My whole body trembled from the tension. I nearly collapsed, but Joker caught me for the second time, holding me by the waist. He gave Joker a significant look before I felt Joker's fingers wrap around my neck from behind.

Wooin smiled at the sight he saw. Joker made me face Wooin by wrapping his fingers around my neck and waist. I clenched my fist as Wooin approached me and wiped my cheeks.

"You're mine, do you understand?" he whispered as he looked at me. I could feel the possessiveness in his tone. "You belong to us. We have the right to tell you to stay away from those jerks, especially Jay. They're all losers." he said softly.

Joker's grip tightened but not enough to make me lose my breath. "Can't you see how much we want you, Demitra? Can't you see how much we adore you?" he whispered in my ear. "No? Does Hajun's cock doesn't ring a bell?" After Wooin's words, I felt a strange sensation pressing against me from behind. It didn't take long to realize that it was Joker's erection, rubbing against my body.

Realization dawned on me - they all wanted me. It was a truth that I couldn't ignore. The heat between my thighs grew as the possessiveness in Wooin's words sunk in.

"And you know, I wouldn't mind sharing him," Wooin said, a smirk playing on his lips.

Confusion clouded my mind as I tried to comprehend his words.

Before I could react, Wooin leaned in and kissed Joker beside me.  I watched as he inserted his tongue into Joker's mouth and played with it. I blushed at the sight. This only intensified the heat spreading through my body.

I couldn't quite catch Joker's reaction as Wooin released his grip on him. But what I did see was Wooin licking his lips seductively, shooting Joker a teasing look. And then, I heard Joker mutter a curse under his breath, a clear sign that things were heating up between them.

"Don't be jealous, princess. He could be yours too. But first, you have to be mine," Wooin stated, his thumb grazing my lips.

Stunned, I felt Wooin's lips on mine, his kiss filled with passion and possessiveness. I closed my eyes, feeling a rush of emotions as Joker's kisses trailed along my neck. Lost in the moment, I gave in to the intensity of their desires, unable to resist the pull they had on me. They made me feel special and important in a way I had never experienced before.

Joker bit a sensitive spot on my neck, causing me to let out a moan. Wooin's tongue swirled with mine as his hands roamed all over my body. I gasped when I felt him cupping my breast. The way he touched me let me know he was experienced in this. I could feel how wet I was getting, and Wooin seemed to notice as he paused his actions while Joker continued to give me small kisses on the back of my neck.

"Join us," he insisted again. "Join us and we'll fuck you until you forget everything else." his voice was deep and filled with danger.

I looked at Hyuk, who was just standing there watching us with a stern look. Was he in on this too?

"He wants you just like we do. He's just making sure you'll agree to our conditions." Wooin chuckled.

I shook my head. "No," I said firmly, giving him a sharp look. "I don't want to join your group. And don't make me one of your whores, Wooin." I said definitively.

His expression turned blank. After I spoke, even Joker paused but remained silent. I watched as Wooin clenched his jaw in disbelief and anger.

"Yeah?" he retorted sarcastically. "Then you leave me with no choice. You're going to stay here until tomorrow. You will not fucking race with them."

My eyes widened in shock. He can't do that!

"You can't confine me here."

"The hell I can't."

My eyes burned with anger. I had never felt this furious in my entire life. How dare he do this to me? Okay, I know it's my fault for lying to them about joining Hummingbird, but they don't need to interfere with my decisions. I have my own life.

I watched Wooin move away from me and drink his wine in one gulp. He exchanged a look with Hyuk before leaving the room. I was about to follow him when Joker tightened his grip on my waist.

"Stop, you’re just making it worse," Joker murmured.

"Worse? Isn't locking me up here bad enough?" I snapped at him, trying to pry his hands off my waist.

"Why do you want to be with them so badly?" Hyuk said sarcastically, walking closer to me.

"It's not like that. I promised I would help them—"

"Stupid," he shook his head. "You’re so stupid. Wooin just explained everything earlier, but you didn’t listen. You know what? We don’t even need you here. You’ll just be useless with that brain of yours. You’re nothing but a toy to fuck with."

My face flushed with anger and humiliation. I slapped him. Joker quickly stepped between us. I felt the heat from my eyes, tears threatening to fall again. I couldn't believe Wooin said Hyuk liked me when he was treating me like this. I didn’t say anything and let Joker handle him.

Just by looking at them, I could tell they were arguing. Even though part of me wanted Joker to put Hyuk in his place, I didn’t want it to turn into a physical fight.

“You’ve crossed the line. Do it again, and you’ll have to deal with me,” I heard Joker warn him.

“Who do you think you’re scaring, Joker?”

"I'm not scaring you, I'm warning you.” Joker roughly grabbed Hyuk by the collar, and I immediately grabbed Joker's arm. I didn’t want to see them hurt each other! I knew all too well how Joker fought. He’s a boxer, for heaven's sake.

Their attention shifted to me. Hyuk just scoffed before pushing Joker away. I watched Hyuk leave, feeling a wave of relief wash over me. I looked at Joker, who was still staring at me. I rolled my eyes and sat down on the sofa. I wiped my cheek, not wanting to show him how much his friend's words had affected me. It hit me that Joker was the only one who had been kind to me, unlike the other members of his crew. I had made Wooin angry, and now Hyuk too. Were they really that mad at the Hummingbird that they took it out on me too?

“Your friends are assholes,” I muttered.

He didn’t respond.

“I know Wooin is just playing with me. There’s no way you all wanted me like he said. Do you even see how they treat me?” I almost laughed as I grabbed the bottle of expensive liquor from the table. “Maybe this is all part of your plan with Sangho, huh? Maybe you want me close just to hand me over to him.”

I was about to take a swig from the bottle when he snatched it away. “I don’t know what you’re talking about,” he said coldly.

“Liar,” I shot back.

He set the bottle down on the table and took off his denim jacket, looking overheated.

“We want you, and we’re not lying about that.” His words seemed to etch themselves into my mind.

“You just want to fuck me,” I said quickly, making him stop. He lifted his gaze, then let it travel down my body. I was still wearing my uniform—nothing revealing, just my P.E. outfit.

“Not just me,” he replied, turning away after he said it. My lips parted in shock.

[milksuu]

can I get some headcannons based on Heartsteal being becoming fathers? Like how they were during the time their s/o was pregnant. :3c

Maybe a bonus on whether the child was planned or not.

❥ prompt: v!heartsteel expecting father headcanons with reader ❥ content/warnings: suggestive themes, foul language, pregnancy and all things related, baby genders mentioned ❥ characters/pairings: Heartsteel! (aphelios, ezreal, kayn) x pregnant!reader an;; forgive me, i am too sleepy tired to write for all the boys atm. ;w; fml my hc's for sett would make me fold errr maybe later

░꒱♡‿ִ₊˚→ APHELIOS

When you break the news, Aphelios forgets he primarily uses sign language to speak. To your surprise, and to his own, he uses broken words and barely audible sounds. Almost like a child learning to talk again. You have to help him by taking his hands, and guiding him to use them instead of straining his vocal cords.

'Are...are you sure?'

At first, it's difficult to process all the emotions. Happiness. Fear. Excitement. Anxiety. Love. Overwhelmed, he presses your hands against his face, hiding his unraveling expressions. Afer a beat, he chokes up. His hands squeezes yours, deepening your touch. And within moments, you're wrapped in his arms. And he presses as much of you into himself as he can. Holding you so close to his heart, you feel it pound against your cheek. As if to say; 'is it really okay for me to be this happy?'

To any outsider looking in, Aphelios seems disconnected and unenthusiastic about the whole situation. A plus-one wasn't planned, after all. When anyone asks about you and the baby, he replies with a simple 'Fine. Thanks.' And promptly diverts the subject back to work or anything else. But on the inside, the poor man is suffering. Constantly worrying about you and the babies well-being. In reality, he's too afraid to indulge in his own happiness and share it with others. Fearing the moment he does, it'll all shatter like glass in front of him. And he won't be strong enough to mend the pieces.

It's no surprise that his new chronic obsession consist of only making sure you and the growing baby are safe. He texts every hour, on the hour. Makes frequent video calls. And installs motion sensor cameras around the house, especially in places you could easily fall. And no, he doesn't mind watching you fold laundry or wash dishes for an hour while on a face call. So long as he can see you smiling and healthy, that's all he needs to assure him when he's not physically with you.

He's also pulling all nighters until his bottom eyelids are rimmed red. Reading hundreds upon hundreds of articles, forum posts, and online material on how to be a 'Good Father'—especially one who can't speak. Jotting down everything he can in his notebook, bleeding pen after pen dry from ink. There's plenty of times you have to wake up in the middle of the night and convince him back to bed. But only after reassuring him a thousands times how great of a father he'll be.

When the baby bump begins to show, Aphelios presses his ears against your stomach. Listening to the life you carry inside you. The amniotic sounds ease his intrusive thoughts, and lulls him to sleep; he always imagines he's taking a nap right beside the baby. Plus, he loves getting the small bit of attention from you as you run your fingers through his hair. A moment of selfishness he can't help but relish all for himself.

As for sex...well, he's not always on board with the idea. As much as he craves to be inside you everyday, especially when your body looks so heavenly full, he just doesn't want to risk anything. Especially in your later months. Last thing he wants to do is induce an early labor. But he's more than willing to devote his hands and mouth to satisfy every inch of you that he can. Worshipping you with adoring kisses and soft touches from head to toe. He's happy to please you, and doesn't expect anything in return in your state. (Of course, you do anyway.)

Familial genetics is one heck of a thing. Aphelio's eyes are blown wide at an image screen that shows two babies growing side-by-side. When it's conclusive you'd be having identical twin boys, he almost collapses in front of the ultrasound technician. So not one—but two—surprise gifts waited for him at the end of the third-trimester. And if they would be anything like him, their house would be a pranking death trap to all who entered. No one would be safe, except for mom.

░꒱♡‿ִ₊˚→ EZREAL

When you show Ezreal your pregnancy result, he looks at it with complete shock. He's locked in silence, which is never a good thing for someone as talkative as him. You almost have second thoughts about revealing the news until he bounces to you and gathers you in his arms. Eyes brimming with tears of absolute joy.

"No way—No way! Are you telling me I'm going to be a dad? Babe, for real. Is that what these two lines mean? Are you kidding me? This is the happiest freakin' day of my life!"

Ezreal has always been a fan of surprises, and this big news was no exception. Everywhere he went, no matter the conversation, he'd just casually state he was becoming a father. Didn't matter the person or group setting. Family. Friends. The neighbor; his neighbor next to him. The young teen delivering packages to his door. The grandmother and her toy-poodle waiting in line at the convenience store. If anyone was around him, he was boasting about you and the now expected bundle of joy.

Ezreal tries his bestest to help you around the house. He's never been great at chores, but he's a happy little helper eager to listen and please. You tell him exactly what you need from him, and he'll do it with a smile on his face. Anything that keeps your stress levels low, he wants to be the one you rely on to ease your burden.

Ezreal can't lie and say he understands everything about pregnancy and what you're going through. It all seems to go right over his head. The only thing he seems to get is your morning sickness, because he's literally feeling it too. Seeing you nauseous gets his own sympathetic response going. So while he's trying to comfort you, holding your hair as you hover over the toilet, he's also cradling the nearby trash bucket for himself. (How romantic!)

When your stomach grows, Ezreal can spend hours and hours talking to it. He never runs out of topics. Even mentioning the most mundane parts of his everyday life. These moments are when he feels he's bonding most with his child to be. He'll pretend to tell the baby secrets that you don't even know about, and whispers out loud with a wink, "but don't tell your mom about that one, 'kay?"

Ezreal is literally terrified to have sex with you. And not because he doesn't find your body attractive. But he actually believes he'll poke the baby's eye out, or pop you like a water balloon. And if that ever happened, the guilt would forever destroy him. It takes a visit to the obgyn and for a professional to explain that it's perfectly safe to have sex during your pregnancy. He's hesitant at first, but after the first go around, his confidence and sex drive picks right where it left off. (He regrets not going at it like rabbits sooner.)

When you're at your routine ultrasound appointment, Ezreal can't stop the tears parading down his face, even before he knows it's a boy. Hiccuping and siffling, one hand squeezes yours tight, while the other points at the imaging. "H...He...looks just...like me." It's endearing for him to think that. When the monitor only shows splotchy and fuzzy spots of the babies butt. The copied images to take home are his favorite photos taken. Ever.

░꒱♡‿ִ₊˚→ KAYN

When you break the news to Kayn, he doesn't hesitate to pull you in by the waist, pressing your hips together. Guiding a hand to the back of your neck, in a manner that was gentle and not comparable to how he fucked you senselessly. And with all the care in the world, he takes your lips.

"Damn. You're fertile as Hell. It only took us one time after you stopped your birth-control. Honestly, it's really fuckin' hot. How about we—you know—to celebrate?"

Counter to popular belief, Kayn brought up the idea to start a family first. When you asked him the reason, he first joked around a bit, telling you how hot and sexy it would be to 'impregnate you with his seed'. But, he put aside his usual impulsivities, and explained his desire to move on to the next part of his life. He was done with the partying and drugs. Over the one night stands and dating random no-nobodies. And just wanted to have a more meaningful, family oriented life—with you.

To show he's committed to the whole idea, he takes days off from his idol schedule to go to every prenatal check-up appointment. He plucks and stuffs every pamphlet into his pockets he can find around the waiting lobby. He asks tons of questions to the obgyn, and stuffs more educational brochures in his pockets. You have to scold him when he tries to snag a small uterus replica from the exam room. Kayn defends himself, wanting it for "educational" purposes. (Rhaast just wanted it as a neat souvenir.) He settles when a medical assistant gives him a sperm shaped pen.

Kayn is another one that isn't great with house chores. (But he'll gloat and say he's mastered cleaning the dishes, at the very least.) He's generally better at being sent for errands outside the home. If you need an extra ingredient to make dinner, he'll hop on his motorcycle and get it in record time. And if you're not feeling up for cooking, he'll order pick-up from your favorite place in town. You need to send a package at the post office? He'll wait hours in line on the busiest day of the week. Whatever he can do for you, he makes sure it gets done. So you never have to worry about something once you pass the responsibility to him. Showing you he's a more than capable partner and future father.

When your baby bump starts to show, Kayn's favorite thing to do is touch it. Applying the softest pressure as he runs his hands and finger across your rounding stomach. He's always enamored whenever he feels the baby move; another reminder of how amazing you are. And he never forgets to vocalize it. "You're so goddamn beautiful, you know that?" he'll say like you've cursed him. Cradling your face and taking your mouth.

You never have to tell this man more than once to touch or have sex with you. It's part of his daily routine a this point. And definitely one of his favorite ways to bond with you. But now that you're pregnant, it's as if the sex between you two has shifted into another plane of pleasurable existence. Never getting enough of it, even moments after finishing. But on the days you're not up for it, he respects it. And doesn't mind defaulting to cuddling, before dozing off to sleep with you in his arms. (But he eagerly counts down the time for when you're in the mood again.)

Kayn tries not to show to much of his softer-side; he rather be the one to have his shoulder wet than yours. But at your ultrasound appointment, once it's confirmed you're having a girl, his whole punk 'fuck only the hot police' persona collapses. You notice him clear his throat, and quickly swipe a knuckle at the corner of his eyes. He masks this dent of composure by huffing a laugh, "Guess I'm, uh...going to be kicking the crap out of a lot of asses later."

[yakumtsaki]

Dear readers, we've been through so much together and you know at this point it takes a lot for me to describe a situation as 'out of control'.. yet here we are. So Kea moves in and the following happens in the span of like 2 hours:

Barth beats up Felina.

Kea beats up Spice.

Barth beats up Cyan.

Felina beats up Barth. Like seriously, ENOUGH. I've decided that next generation when we're at the third cousin tier relation I'm just gonna let whoever wants to date a cousin do it because holy hell, breaking them up has been a disaster. Everyone is near aspiration failure, everyone has shit grades, we're BROKE, and to top it all off..

-HELLO AGAIN

Why. WHY IS THIS HAPPENING WE DON'T OWE ANY BILLS LIKE THIS IS LITERAL THEFT. I also love how everyone is already so miserable so the repoman just comes and takes all the fun objects we can't afford to replace, FML

Barth's aspiration meter is absolutely pathetic as a result of everyone viciously assaulting him and desperate times call for desperate measures..

-Well well.. If it isn't Glitched Butler #9.. How's it hanging? ;)

-Same as always, I'm here to not cook and to open the doors we no longer have thanks to Baby.

-You know what, I'm too depressed to seduce you so will you just sleep with me?

-As you well know my butler programming prohibits me from doing anything helpful!

FFS. It's ok Barth, I will fulfill your throw a party want, I don't see how anything could go wrong with the situation in this house being what it is!

-Hey there! Join our party! Sleep with me! I COMMAND YOU

Barth please get it together.

-I CAN'T FUNCTION ROMANTICALLY BECAUSE I'M SO SAD BUT I REFUSE TO THROW ANY WANTS THAT DON'T INVOLVE ME SLEEPING WITH SOMEONE

OK DO YOU MAYBE SEE THE PROBLEM WITH THAT APPROACH

-NO

-Ugh, Spice is so hot when he's crying after I beat him up.

Ok Kea, I'm only gonna ask this once: are you fucking kidding me????

-What? It's only natural to be attracted to your girlfriend's ex who is her cousin and your enemy.

I'm just gonna pretend I didn't see this shit and move on.

So I have invited several of Barth's existing and potential lovers to this party and my goal is to figure out who, if anyone, I'm gonna marry him to. Now please enjoy this sequence of events:

a) Barth is flirting with my current top spouse pick, Stella Terrano, and it's going great!

b) Barth leaves Stella Terrano to go sleep with GODDAMN GUNNAR. Since I can't seem to shake this fucker off, the only option remaining is to give him a ridiculous fake accent to make him bearable.

-Oi luvs you, Barth!

-Why are you talking like a servant from Downton Abbey? Also who the hell caught me cheating now?

Who knows or cares? Let's continue:

c) Barth goes downstairs to beat up Cyan.

d) Klara aka my former top spouse pick attempts to leap into Barth's arms and HE LETS HER DROP

-Äääääh mein arsch!

-Sorry Klara but I refuse to get caught cheating by Gunnar..

-..unless it's with Stella Terrano!

LOL OMG, I really thought I'd have to marry him to fucking Gunnar due to THIS SHIT:

But God's mercy finally shines upon me!!!

Oh man I'm so upset by this >:)

-Ha culd youse do 'is, ya broke ma 'eart!!!

-What?

-Oh my, turtles are considered the sexiest animal in my planet👽

Stella ffs. Oh well, so sad, goodbye Gunnar, I was really hoping to add your freakish lack of chin into our gene pool but looks like I won't have the chance huhu!

e) Barth flirts with Stella again and is caught cheating AGAIN..

f) ..by Sarah Love who I keep forgetting exists but man that's a HARDCORE slap, she legit got her fingers in his eyeball(s)

-SORRY WHATSYOURNAME BUT I THINK BLINDING ME IS A BIT OF AN OVERREACTION

Yay! See Barth, our amazing party did the trick and now everything is gonna be ok!

-IM BLIND IM BLINDDDD I CAN'T SEE

Excuse me?! You know what Barth I'm done helping you, nothing is ever good enough for you!

[immedealwithit9855]

SunShine Breakfast🍑🍌🥞

Leonardo X Blk Fml S/O

After a night of hard, passionate intercourse, she awakened by the sun shining brightly into her condominium. She stretched out, meeting the handsome, sleeping face of Leonardo. She couldn't help but to admire his sleeping form, at ease, nude from head to toe. He even removed his mask, resting on the nightstand beside him. He was so quiet when he slept. She was elated to see him resting. Dealing with so much stress, leading his brothers, training vigorously, taking down crooks, protecting the city, while being a mutant ninja turtle living in the sewers of New York. She imagined he'd never thought he'd have a lover who happens to own her own place. A condo no less. She swooned at his peaceful state.

Then the thought of Splinter and his brothers being livid with him being absent came to haunt you. She didn't want to get him in trouble, yet on the other hand, he probably doesn't get enough down time. In that moment, she was more concern with him getting as much rest as he can get. Especially after last night's tryst. She gently stroke his cheek, kissing his snout.

"I love you. So, so, so, so much!" She whispered, planting another kiss on his lips.

He couldn't feel much, he didn't move an inch, but he did hear her. Still couldn't believe she spent the night with a shadow warrior. She started scheming.

Pulling away from his body, carefully planting her feet on each side of his head, positioning her waiting folds near his lips, balancing carefully so not to wake him. She was very attentive as she pulled the blankets off of his body so there would be no hindrances in the way of her goal.

Biting her lips, she slowly rubbed her folds on his lips, creating a sweet friction. Given her flexibility, she managed to reach back and stroke his growing meat hammer. As she worked him, she started getting wet, sighing at the sensation.

He began to stir, slowly opening his eyes to her working her core against his lips. He was stunned, yet pleased. As she threw her head back, he startles her grabbing her thighs, snaking his tongue out to flick her nub. She sighed, when he flicked his long tongue against her nub.

"I wouldn't mind being woken up this way, everyday. Good Wake Up Call." He churrs, eyes focused on hers.

"I thought a nice breakfast would suffice before you leave. The tables been set and the meal is hot & ready for you." She explained, seductively rocking those hips for his enjoyment. He smirked at her thoughtfulness, grasping those thighs, breathes in her moist goodness.

"Thank You for the Meal." Then, proceeds to eat her out, hungrily.

She mewled at his ministrations, caressing her up and down, enchanted by her lustrous skin, as if she were Aphrodite. While his sapphire eyes kept hers captive as she rode his face, rocking those hips. Throwing her head back, signaling to him how close she was to her end.

"I adore how naughty you are! You're almost there, come!" He orders.

He held her tight by the waist as her cream leaked out for him to catch every drop. She was so sexy, it caused him to buck his hips, nut erupting from his tip, dribbling down his shaft. He groaned, savoring his warm meal as she watched him take it.

"That was delicious. Best meal I ever had. Wish I could have it everyday." He breathily responds, licking his lips.

Heat erupted for in her belly as she slid her folds down to his nut-coated member. Languidly, rubbing her overstimulated core against him. Running her hands up your body, lacing them in your long, black braided hair. Giving him a show he'll never forget. Rolling her hips struck another nerve of his as he sat up, placing them both in a lotus position.

"I want you so badly.......Can you feel how much?" He mumbles, prodding your entrance. Her words were caught in her throat, he gave her a good spank.

"Yes, Leo. Yes!"

He plunged his shaft slowly inside of her. Both moaning and whimpering, starting a very slow, very tender rhythm. The feeling coursing through her as she felt him work it. Gazing into each other's lust drunk eyes, she nuzzled his snout. Her moans encouraging him to churr. She embraces him, wishing he could stay, telling him how much she missed him. Though she respects his responsibilities and standards, she longed to have him with her. He grasps her head.

"I would give anything in the world to have you every day. I crave you!" He groans, nipping her neck, making her jolt.

She shoves him back on his shell, riding his love hammer nice and slow. He studies her thoroughly as she took her pleasure from him, loving his melanin brown skinned lover as she caressed his scales and plastron. He rested his one hand on her hip, the other on her neck. It was pure bliss.

She leaned down, giving him an onslaught of kisses and nips, to which he graciously returned.

"I love you." She yelped."I Love You so much, Leonardo!"

His eyes could produce waterfalls at her breathy confession. He threw his head back into the pillows, working his meat harder and deeper. He started to grow, she started to twitch. She came first, squeezing him tightly moaning at the intensity. He followed soon after, sinking deep within her womb releasing his seed. She rested her head on his chest, both catching their breaths.

She blinked a few times, thinking of his brothers and Splinter. She looks up at him.

"I feel selfish making you stay. I can't stand getting you in trouble!" She admits, sighing. He brushes a braid out of her face.

"You're not getting me in trouble. You've been very kind letting me stay and productive rest. I'm grateful." He smiles, kissing her cheeks while still snuggly wedged inside of her, their combined nectar leaking down.

It was a comfortable silence as they soaked in the afterglow of their steamy yet passionate moment. The warmth felt right.

After whispering how much they love each other, how much they're gonna miss each other. He finally got up off the bed collected his clothes, gear, and mask, getting dressed. She watched his every move, slowly getting up from the bed with the sheet in hand. When he was covered, he turned back to his mate, bringing her into a warm embrace.

"When will I see you again?" She asked.

"Soon. I won't stay away too long. If so, I'll let you know. I really don't want to leave yet." He admits, holding her face in his large palms.

"I'm gonna miss you, my sweet, sweet Leo." She says, while embracing him tighter.

"I'll miss you too. Mi corazón."

(My heart)

Her eyes glistening from his name he gave her. Wondering where he had the time to learn Spanish. She didn't care in that moment as they lead a very passionate, tongue tangling lip lock. They swayed as they continued to savoring each other before his departure. They separate.

"Please let me know when you get home." She purrs.

He gives her a nod as they look at each other.

"I Love You."

"I Love You, too."

Inching himself away from her, slowly separating their hands, he opens the windows, checks his surroundings and leaps out, disappearing into the city.

She walks to the windows, dragging her sheet with her. Embracing herself just to savor the feeling of his calloused hands touching her smooth skin. The sun warming her skin, their thick essences sluggishly running down her legs. Missing him, tremendously.

Back At the Lair........

Upon arrival, his brother's started their barrage of questions.

"Where ya been, Fearless?" Raph asked, crossing his arms.

"Yeah man. Are you alright?" Donnie jumped in right after. Mikey got a good look at Leonardo's demeanor and his scent was off.

"You look like you took a power nap or somethin!" He quips. "Like, well rested, man."

Leo smirked at his brother's constant questions and concerns for his well-being. He responded, promptly.

"I'm alright. I just needed some extra rest."

"Can we offer you something to eat or drink?" Donnie politely asked.

"No thanks, I ate before I got here. It was pretty....filling." He grinned, retreating into his room.

The guys watched on and looked at each other. Knowing exactly where he's been and what he's been doing. Who he's been doing😉

When he entered his room, he immediately texted his girl.

Leonardo: My Love. I just got back to the lair.

Y/N: Im so glad your safe. I'll see you again, soon. 🥵👄🫦

Leonardo: I guarantee, you will. I Love You.

Y/N: I Love You, too

@uniqueoutlierblog

[pretty-mik-97]

Am I The Only One Who Has Mixed Feelings About Taeha?

Don't get me wrong. He's not a bad character. He does have that enigmatic and mysterious aura he carries around in each panel he's in that captures the intrigue of the readers and our FML. Not to forget, man's fine af.

I mean, look at him 😍.

That back tho.🫦

*AHEM*

Simping aside. Am I the only person who's a tad bit confused by him as a character and male lead/love interest and what his motivations are?

From what l've read so far, that Taeha's upbringing isn't exactly all that good. Not to forget, he doesn't have a good relationship with his family and was probably abused growing up.

His brother, Taehee absolutely hates Taeha. Like this guy detests Taeha for breathing and not being dead. But Taeha doesn't care about his bro.

His dad Taeju? I don't know how I can explain his relationship with his dad since they've never really directly interacted with each other for me to get a read and feel about their relationship. But his dad has his (Taeha) bodyguard monitor and report on what Taeha's been doing.

Don't bother asking about his mama coz we don't know shit since she hasn't been mentioned. At least for now. (Correct me if I'm wrong here.)

But other than that, I still don't understand what his deal is. Even with this info we still don't know WHY he's pursuing Haesoo, WHY he's offered himself to be used as revenge against Mincheol for cheating on Haesoo and WHY he's even interested in her despite the 10 year age gap between them. Like what is it about Haesoo that draws Taeha to her.

Is it lust?

Is it genuine love?

Is it an obsession?

I mean, he does show genuine care for her as far as I can tell. Like Haesoo thought that he would be turned off by her asking him to send her 100mil won. And I already knew this mutha fucka was gonna give her the whole bank.

And he did EXACTLY that. He showed up to her place, face bruised (he fought some random dudes for some reason which wasn't necessary since he could just show up with the cash since the mutha fuck is rich. But I guess he did that so Haesoo wouldn't be suspicious of where he got the money from) with a bag of the 100mil won.

Bro is crazy to be doing this for a 33 year old woman who's in deep debt because of her bum ass husband and grappling a divorce at the same time.

But I ask again: why is he risking it all for Haesoo. Like give us something to work with, please, and thank you.

[nemo-in-wonderland]

So, my brain is solidly back into BG3 land, with Aranea, Mephisto, The Hellions, Asra, Hiraeth and all the merry company that I have created for them.

And while I was working on some graphics yesterday, I had youtube going in the background.

And I stumbled upon this small video from GOT, s6 e1

And bloody hell, all I could think about was "fml that's Aranea".

This is Aranea talking about Asra with Halsin, just before taking the decisions to leave them, so that they could be safe from Mephistophele's intrigues and plans.

She didn't want them to fall victims of his machinations just because they were dear to her.

Timeline-wise, this happened *before* she took her heart out, so she is still feeling every single emotions at this point.

Which is the reason why I can see her stopping one moment, before going through with her plan, and reflecting about how her daughter is nothing like her, nothing at all, and that Asra is indeed all the goodness that Aranea had to offer to the world, and all the regrets she feels in having to leave her behind, because there is no way in hell she is going to endanger her.

I feel like Aranea didn't give herself a true choice on the matter, because even if at the time she was not with Mephisto yet - they were not even in the parkball of sentimental stuff, only obsession on his side at this point - she still had sold her soul to him, and she knew that he would come collect it, no matter what (at that point, she had lived in Cania long enough to know Mephisto and his character and to know that there was no loophole she could use in her contract to escape his grasp).

Plus, she knew that if he were to know about Asra, he would use her small baby against her, in one way or the other. Aranea has a limited ability to keep Mephisto out of her thoughts, but if he were to truly pry, there would be nothing stopping him from seeing EVERYTHING she keeps inside.

I think it was when Asra was born, and while she was with her and Halsin for the first 6 months of the bebe's life, that Aranea realized how much she fucked up in her wrath and the hastiness that the grief for Halim brought with it, and that the decision she took of summoning Mephisto and asking for power would always be that one choice in her life that she could never take back.

So, because of this, and because of the pain she basically inflicted herself, I like to imagine that she disappered from Halsin and Asra's lives, leaving behind just her shawl for Asra and a letter where she wrote that no matter what, she loved her little one entirely, but to never look for her, for the dangers would be too great.

Trying to remember all the knowledge she learned from Halim himself, Aranea would then head for Zakhara to find a rose of forgetfulness, so that she could extract a specific elisir from its oils and erase - with her heart even more broken than it already was - all the memories of Halsin and Asra from the moment she met him.

I like to think that this was a further step she took in her descend toward darkness, and how she essentially believes that it's just inevitable for her at the point.

She believes herself impossible to redeem, and thus embraces what she believes to be the only choice she thinks she has.

[feralkwe]

6 and 9 for Elidibus for the ask meme. Also 8, but that ruined the joke.

my presh bb boy. my little guy. my beloved. my sweet little meow meow. my angry murder husband.

6. what's something you have in common with this character?

i like to think that i'm the sort of person who is willing to hear out all arguments before weighing in on a decision. this of course has it's limits for me because real life is not fantasy, but i think that translates to elidibus, too. we see quite a few times where, despite believing he is completely unbiased, he obviously has a slant to his thinking. that makes us both very human. i just don't tend to run quite so hard with mine.

also fml i forget things all the time and it really pisses me off, too. ;P

9. could you be roommates with this character?

god. before or after the sundering? i bet before he picks up after himself and pays all his share of the bills on time. probably is very good about doing the chores when it's his turn.

after? i'd probably be switching his coffee to decaf and just hoping for him to wear himself out so i can have some peace. never mind that my dumb soft heart wouldn't kick him out over it. that would be cruel.

i'm pretty sure i understand why emet-selch took such a long rift nap.

8. (i did them in order asked to preserve the joke.) what's something the fandom does when it comes to this character that you despise?

i think fandom baby boyifies him quite a bit, especially as themis. something that turns me off from fic and such is seeing him be... i guess naive or overly-innocent. some people show him being blithely manipulated by azem. it's incongruent with even who he was before his sacrifice. we see in the short stories he appears in that he's got a calculating mind and knows how to get what he wants from who he needs to get it from. he's not as far removed, imo, from his ascian self. he has a lot of the same clever, calculating, and at times manipulative traits, just amped up to 11 by his deteriorating mind and refusal to regain his memories that drive his singular focus.

[isadora-greenhall]

dndads s2e36 spoilers

here’s my traditional “thoughts from the episode” post lol

"fwHAT?!" lmao love you veronica

linc wears contacts?! UNZIPPING HIS EYES?! 💀

henry nearly killing a child AGAIN

INITIATIVE?????

double roll-off!!!!!

turtle-neck?!?!?!?!?!??! is he actually a fucking vampire rn??

metal cuff...?

have they actually forgotten nick lmao

WAS I RIGHT LMFAO (that terry jr's shooting an enemy?)

OH WAIT is he being compelled to attack them??? did willy do this?!?!?!

terry jr's "WHAT?!" 😂 like husband like wife :')

yeah they've totally forgotten nick lmfao

are we gonna learn about scary's bio dad 😬

"NO WAY!" lmao terry is so cute

oh fuck, yeah, willy knows they're alive now T.T scary's fucked

damn thought we were about to get a full confirmation of terry jr's surname, but alas, anthony is silent :')

"someday my dad's gonna come to a game" SOBBING FML

oh yeah hermie's here lmfao 😂 i didn't forget nicky but i did forget him 💀

hermie x linc?? 😬

hermie still wants to be with normal though, huh?

lmao based on the gif on twitter for this ep someone is not gonna make a roll for jumping off parachuting lmao

y'all. ANNULMENT. so much easier

ooh yeah the black parade looking for their leader scary!!!

no don't let terry jr find more ammo he's gonna be compelled to shoot the boys again!!!

"terry 2" 🥹

poor terry jr T.T T.T T.T

HERMIE AS SCARY YOOOOOOOOOOOOOO

HOLY SHIT NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO

FUCKING HERMIE NOOOOO

NOOOOOOO

I KNOW WHAT'S GONNA HAPPEN NOOO

hermie's misery isn't right there, huh?

i knew it would be taylor crashing lmfao

"putting on his backpack with his feet" fucken linc 😂

oh no scary's poem 😭 and just after the nice hug awww

the "cool goth collar" ahaha

"gerard" asdfghjkl

STAY AWAY PLEASE HERMIE NOOO

NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO

NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO

NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO

"pretend you're my stepdaugher" HOW ABOUT RIP OUT MY FUCKING HEART HUH

FUCKING TEARING UP OVER HER TELLING HER HOW MUCH HE CARES ABOUT HER MUM

nooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo

i'm cryyyyyyying

GRANT?!

IT WAS!!! FUCCCCKK

GRANT SCREAMING NOOO

willy put those collars on the dads to make them wipe themselves and the other kids out 😭 fuck me i hate that man 😭😭😭

at least terry jrdoesn't seem to know it was Grant who got him??

also terry jr and grant were canonically pretty close - terry's the one grant thought he could talk to about his feelings of disassociation (during the convo with yeet), and after yeet rejected him and they got back to the other terry jr went over to ask if he was okay...

fuck me i'm so sad now 😭😭😭

[ivelle-serenity]

Skateboard 13

Wind breaker

fem bodied reader | smut | action | pwp | jayjo/fml | vinny/fml | wooin/fml | joker/fml | hyuk/fml | owen/fml | enemies to lovers | angsty | the other woman (?) | reverse harem | fluff | SLOW BURN! | all characters featured are 18+

author's note: thank you all for waiting!

✧˖° — windbreaker men

✧˖° — mdni, smut, description of not safe for work content.

✧˖° — this is a story not one shot.

I knew right away that something had happened earlier while Mia and I were away. From Dom's behavior and the way they looked at us when we arrived, they seemed uneasy. I didn't let on that I noticed their actions. I sighed and ran my fingers through my fake blonde hair. Why do I have the feeling that Gramps told them something about me? Frustration was written all over my face as I walked out of the school with Mia. We immediately saw the boys waiting for us outside by the car.

"I just realized that blonde suits you, Demitra. You look different!" Dom said, watching me as I walked. I glanced at Jay, who was now avoiding looking at me. Relief washed over me; he better keep avoiding me because I literally don't trust myself around him. I can't even control my actions when I'm near him.

"Yeah, but I think I still need to wear a mask. Shelly and I don't have the same features, obviously," I said with a laugh, which Dom awkwardly echoed as he scratched the back of his neck. I looked over at Minu when he held out a hair tie. I furrowed my brows.

"Shelly ties her hair when she rides."

Oh! Of course. How could I forget that?

"Oh, noted. I thought she just liked to show off her beautiful blonde hair to the audience," I joked as I tied my hair. The three guys remained silent, which annoyed me. They know something, I just know it.

"And also, she always wears these gloves. They're her favorite," Mia said excitedly, handing me a pair of black and blue gloves. I almost scoffed. Do I really have to completely imitate her?

"You know, if Shelly were here, she would have liked you as a friend." I felt as if a bucket of cold water had been dumped on me at Mia's words. I froze, staring at her before quickly looking away. I almost tore the gloves I was holding.

"Uh, Mia? Come on, let's head to the car," Minu interjected, though I could hear the panic in his voice and didn't understand why. Confusion was evident on his girlfriend's face, but she went along with him. They had their own car, and I guess I was riding with Jay in Dom's car.

"We should go. We can't be late, guys," June said with a smile as he opened the door for me. I smiled at June. When I noticed that Jay was also getting in the back seat, I immediately moved away.

"I'll sit in the front," I said, opening the door to the passenger seat. Dom's driver looked surprised.

"kid, that's my master's seat—"

"hey, it's alright," Dom said to his driver. "Are you sure you want to sit there? You could sit in the back; it's safer there—"

I cut Dom off when my eyes met Jay's. I laughed and shook my head. "I'm fine here, Dom. Don't worry."

When the car started, I heard June clear his throat. I looked at him through the rearview mirror. I saw Dom and June exchanging signals, seemingly deciding who would speak up. Meanwhile, Jay had his eyes closed, head tilted back, resting against the seat.

"Demitra..." I glanced at June. "Uhh-we've decided that we need to keep you out of sight from the audience, since what we're doing clearly breaks the competition rules," June said cautiously. "We just don’t want you to get into trouble," he added, his concern unmistakable. I felt a comforting warmth in my chest and hoped that his concern was sincere. I didn’t want to jump to conclusions about how much they cared for me, just because they wanted to protect me.

"We know you're really talented, and we can't deny that. Like, come on, you could probably win this right away," Dom said. "But I think it would be better if you stayed behind June, you know..." He couldn't finish his sentence.

"You mean to be just a display, I got it." I chuckled. "And besides, I don’t really plan on taking this too seriously because, as you said, your team is relying on me. One mistake, and I could jeopardize the Hummingbird," I said with a nod. June sighed with relief while Dom watched my face, trying to read my reaction. I avoided his eyes.

"And after this, you won't need me anymore, right? Hopefully, in the next round, they won't require a full team."

"Yeah, we hope so. We don't want to take advantage of your kindness. This is more than enough," June said, and I didn't respond. I could feel my chest tightening. After all of this, I would be out of their circle. Why does it hurt? I don't even talk to them that much. Maybe I'm just used to their presence, their friendship, the laughs, the jokes, everything. I bit my lower lip as I remembered seeing Nick earlier.

There's no way I would stay at that school. I came to Korea specifically to distance myself from anything related to her, so why would I willingly remain in a place that constantly reminds me of that part of my past? Being here was supposed to be a fresh start, a way to escape the shadows of my history.

My mind was a mess. I had no idea what to do after this race. Should I transfer to another school? But where would I go? Or should I leave Korea, knowing that Shelly might come back? Yet, I can’t just pack up and leave with my debt to Wooin still unpaid. It’s not as simple as walking away—I have responsibilities here that I can't ignore

I didn’t realize we had arrived at the League of Street Racing venue until Dom opened the door for me. I thanked him as I stepped out. It was odd that Yuna wasn’t with us—perhaps she had classes to attend. As soon as I exited the car, I was met by a sea of people. I bowed my head and adjusted my face mask, staying close behind Dom and June, who seemed to understand that I preferred to be shielded by them.

I noticed that Jay was standing beside me, so I subtly moved away while looking at the other crews. I couldn't see the Sabbath team, which was a huge relief. I knew Wooin would be furious if he saw me here.

"Stop it." Jay suddenly spoke next to me, startling me. He had been so quiet earlier. What's up with him now? Wait, was he talking to me? "You’re supposed to stick close to me." His cold voice sent a shiver up my spine. My ears grew warm, and I looked away.

"So she's clingy, huh?" I teased.

He glared at me, but his eyes weren’t angry. It was just...there was no emotion. As usual. "Don’t avoid me. It’s too obvious." He turned his gaze away from me. I almost let out a sigh. I had no choice but to move closer to him. Our arms touched. I looked up at him, checking if what I did was okay, but he had no reaction, as if he expected me to do it.

"Why did the crowd suddenly get bigger?" Dom asked irritably, running a hand through his hair.

"GO HUMMINGBIRD! WE LOVE YOU!" Girls were cheering, obviously for Jay, not the whole crew. How did I know? They were literally looking at Jay with stars in their eyes. Damn, this boy is popular.

"I know. That's why we need to be careful," June whispered to us. I just nodded.

"Isn't it just me, or has Shelly shrunk?" I winced at the comment.

"Ha," I scoffed. "They even memorize your team's height. Can you believe it?" I murmured to Jay. I didn’t expect him to respond because I knew he wouldn’t.

The MC took to the stage, and the crowd erupted with excitement. I glanced at the big screen, which was showing us and the other crews. The Monsters were here, and I’d heard they were quite skilled. If I weren’t here to replace Shelly, I’d love to compete against them. They seemed interesting.

"ARE YOU ALL EXCITED FOR THIS NEW ROUND?" the MC shouted, prompting the crowd to yell even louder. "I know, I know. It's been so long, and I know you’ve all been waiting for this to happen again. And let me tell you, this round is not just any round. It will make your jaw drop!"

Everyone screamed in excitement. I straightened up, my eyes narrowing as I noticed a box in the middle of the stage. It seemed the MC was about to draw a name. My mind immediately started hoping that Hummingbird wouldn’t be chosen, even though I didn’t know what it was for yet.

"As you can see, there's a box here. I'm going to draw to see which team will face the most challenging and dangerous test where they won’t have an opponent! YES! YOU HEARD ME RIGHT! They won’t be racing against anyone else; they just need to complete the bloodiest race of all!"

My heart stopped at the announcement. My eyes widened as the screen showed the narrowest path I’d ever seen in my life. Not only that, but there were massive vehicles there, and there was a bowl where the bike had to ride along the wall to get out. You can only see it in a skatepark. This is...weird. Out of all the videos I’ve watched about the League of Street Racing, none of the rounds were like this.

I glanced to the side of the stage and saw a man in a black hoodie and facemask. When he noticed I was looking at him, he turned away. I poked the inside of my cheek with my tongue in frustration. I smelled something fishy here.

“We're so dead,” Dom muttered under his breath.

"The mechanics for this race are simple: you must reach the finish line within the given time, which is only 3 minutes! Every member of your team needs to make it to the finish line, and if even one is left behind, your team will be immediately disqualified. The crew will not be able to continue to the next round," the MC said with a grin, swirling his hand inside the box filled with papers.

"Are they crazy? Why would they do something like this?!" I hissed, frustration etched across my face. June looked troubled, while Dom seemed deep in thought. I glanced at Jay, who was now watching the MC prepare to draw the first team to race.

"You're the only one with experience for this," Dom said, drawing everyone's attention. "I know it sounds like we're asking a lot, but you're our only chance to get everyone across the finish line—"

"Dom—" Jay tried to interrupt, but Dom spoke again.

"Jay, can't you see that? That's a race of death. Demitra is our only chance, so stop complicating things. Come on, man," he snapped at his friend. I was taken aback by his urgency and raised my hand to stop them from arguing.

"Hey, what's going on here? Just chill. We're at a race," I interjected. "I may have experience, but that's not the only key to reaching the finish line." I sighed and looked at the big screen. "All we need is to help each other. Dom, you're our sprinter. Do you remember what I taught you last time about the positions to control your speed better?" I asked, and he nodded.

"The top tube safe is a position you can use to get out of the bowl section quickly. I know you're scared of the curve, but believe me, once you do this, you'll be on the surface in no time," I explained. I got on the bike to demonstrate the position to June. "This position can increase your speed by 17%. It may look scary, but it's safer on a bike than on a skateboard."

"Noted. All I need to do is get into that position and close my eyes, right?" I sensed the fear in his voice.

I shook my head in amusement. "I mean, you can try, but I don't think you can close your eyes. It would only make your fear worse."

I turned to June. "Don't worry about me, Demitra. I was listening while you were teaching Dom. I've got it."

I sighed in relief. I was startled when Jay approached me and tightened my helmet on my head. "You may excel at this, but you still need to be careful. This isn't a skatepark," My heart raced faster.

"I don't need to teach you, right?" I whispered with a teasing tone. He held my gaze.

"All I need is to finish this race and for you to be careful. We don't want you to get hurt." We? Or him? It's like he's using his friends as an excuse. Oh, come on! I can't believe I'm thinking this way. What is he doing to me?

"I'm more capable than you think." I wanted to tell him that I've experienced more dangerous races than this one, but he doesn't need to know that.

"I know." I froze and stared at him. His words seemed to carry deeper meaning, as if he was hinting at something.

[fairyhaos]

seventeen and being office workers

requested by @turquoisefluff-1767: "Could you please write about how the SVT members would behave as colleagues working in a corporate office set-up? The recent office-themed FML concept photographs and a strong urge to escape my own monotonous office routine has made me rather curious about this concept. Thank you!"

notes: i tried my best! i've never actually worked in an office before lmao so this is based solely on books ive read and the meagre research i tried to do about it ^-^

masterlist

seungcheol:

assistant manager, but probably ends up working overtime bc he's taking on his duties along with the manager's duties too bc the other guy is so lazy. was the supervisor for dino for almost 2 years bc the manager forgot to actually hire him. has approved approximately 60% of the successful projects within his department. is secretly plotting to get the manager fired so he can take his position and get the higher pay

jeonghan:

company favourite. has been asked to be the face of the company a total of three times since he's joined. comes in half an hour late every single day, is the loudest to complain when wonwoo's coffee is too bitter. organises the halloween event. and the valentines event. rigged the secret santa so everyone picked the person they wanted the least, was exposed not even a week after the event

joshua:

either is glued to his desk or nowhere near it. the lovely colleague, everyone approaches him with concerns bc he always looks so willing to listen. nods along rlly seriously as someone talks to him, but afterwards the only advice he gives is "just kill it/them". however, is always the one that people go to when they can't figure out how to work excel. somehow knows all those spreadsheet hacks that everyone forgets after going through high school

junhui:

resident biscuit supplier in the break room. he's just doing a corporate job for fun tbh, bc he's actually fucking loaded and was bored and needed something to do in his spare time. emails cat pictures to everyone while at work. is somehow always the one that jeonghan picks to stay behind w him to decorate the office before an event the next day. secretly the department ace even tho he has no idea what he did that was so brilliant

hoshi:

always has beef with the photocopier. can be found slapping and kicking the thing at least 3 times a week and if not, then he's probably squinting at the login screen wondering why the blasted machine has locked him out again. gets drunk at every single company dinner, has to be dragged out before he can start loudly exposing everyone on how much they hate their manager

wonwoo:

everyone complains when he's in charge of making the coffee for the day bc it's always way too bitter and so strong. even so, practically half the department has a crush on him bc he's the handsome, quiet guy who is just so everyone's type. has to be wheedled and convinced into coming to any company dinners and gatherings bc he'd much rather ruin his eyes by continuing to stare at a screen when he gets home n play his computer games

woozi:

everyone goes to him for tech problems rather than actually ringing up anyone in their IT department. had everyone terrified of him for a good 5 months when they first join bc all they've heard about him are the horror stories of him beating someone up with a computer keyboard. associate manager in seungcheol's department, has approved the other 40% of successful projects even though it's not even his job

minghao:

only ever arrives the exact second he's supposed to come to work. leaves as soon as the work day is over. comes in with a flurry of silk scarves and fancy coats like a designer whirlwind, peering at everyone judgingly over his glasses. gets asked why a fancy person like him is working in such a monotonous job every month. always just laughs in response and sips his black coffee

mingyu:

probably works in marketing. idk why, he just gives that kind of vibe. is being promoted like every year bc he's just so vigorous and passionate about his job. as soon as the weather no longer looks in danger of being freezing, he's ditching his blazer and Only wears his dress shirt that makes his biceps look good without even trying. walks in and is immediate taking his coat off, flexing his arms and smirking at the squeals as he goes to his desk

dokyeom:

seems to be the only one who genuinely adores his job. or maybe that's just him loving his colleagues. acts the most surprised when junhui's cookies are gone within the day he brings them in, tries to discreetly wipe away the crumbs around his mouth as he's helping the guy narrow down the list of suspects. invites everyone to the nearby bar every friday, ends up convincing another person to pay

seungkwan:

has the biggest smile on his face every single day. tells everyone to cheer up in the break room whenever they've had a bad day, but is always complaining about how much he hates his job whenever he can. still with the big smile on his face. knows all the gossip, even amongst all the interns

vernon:

also knows all the gossip, for some reason. never spills anything unless he's been bribed with the expensive cookies that junhui sometimes buys. is always standing there awkwardly in the back of the break room whenever a breakup or something dramatic is happening. the only one who tries to help hoshi every time he has trouble with the photocopier. walks away like nothing happened when he manages to make it worse and has the machine spilling ink everywhere

chan:

was an intern for way too long before he was actually hired to work at the company. as a result, knows the ins and outs of the photocopiers way too well. still never helps hoshi when he gets stuck tho, bc it's just so funny to watch him swear and kick the machine. the funniest at company dinners, is always doing his impressions and showing off his made-up characters in his skits which leaves everyone in stitches

currently taking requests

[catiuskaa]

[03:36 am] 🍶

WC: 2.3k

CW: nsfw content ahead! use of pet names: sugar, baby, they’re both drunk but its consensual, and I think that’s all, have fun lol

A/N: hannie brain rot due to exam week, fml but let him do it [and hAVE YOU SEEN THE COMEBACK TRAILERS I AM DROOLING FOR THESE MEN]

[☆☆☆☆☆]

You looked around the club, everyone was either drunk, high, or just plain out stoned. Thanks to the rain outside, you were wearing a now wet shirt, so your black laced bra was very clear to see. You walked up to the bartender, asking for a shot of whiskey. You got your drink and watched the big group of people dancing in the centre of the nightclub while others played it cool sitting on the tables at the sides when your eyes locked with a certain someone at a table a bit far from where you were.

Han’s dark eyes locked onto yours, staring intensely, as if a secret was held in them. Three or four people were on his side attempting to grab his attention, from the distance it looked like they were practically begging for it. Since you had it already, you decided to mess with him. You took a quick sip of the shot glass, licking the rim slowly while keeping your eyes on his. You bit your lip softly, then smiled slightly. At this, you could see a little flare in his eyes, his once earnest face turned into a somewhat cocky devilish smirk.

Putting the glass down, without moving your eyes from his, you slowly unbuttoned your shirt, your skin slightly glowy due to how damp the clothes were. You winked at him, to which he laughed as you took the shirt off, tied it around your waist and got up from your seat, leaving the club, feeling his eyes on your every step.

You’ve entered the same bar, walking down the sidewalk a couple of days later after that exciting meeting with him, although nothing had happened. He never ran after you, although you silently hoped he would’ve.

You've tried the old-fashion, vanilla style, and —not to be offensive towards your exes— but it had been a bit… boring? Plain? You didn’t know, for some reason it didn’t feel just right. You decided to switch it up a bit, and even though it was pushing you out of your comfort zone, what could go wrong with a one-night stand?

You continued walking until you were suddenly grabbed from behind, a hand gripping your waist softly yet in a decisive approach.

“Still want to keep playing, Sugar?” A low, somewhat raspy voice said close to your ear. “I’m up for the next level.”

His hand moved you into his chest, your hands lying on him, as you started not-so-subtly touching and feeling up the toned body you stumbled upon.

“Should I say insert a coin, then?” You joked, chin up close to his face so he could hear you over the music that blasted the place, although it wasn’t too bad where you were.

Han sort of laughed, even though he just breathed slightly harder through his nostrils. “I can think of several things to insert in some places, but still... a coin isn’t on the list, baby."

You both could tell each other's dizzy state (a generous way to put it, actually), but truth be told, there was only one outcome of that encounter that could make both of you forget that small detail.

"So, actually..." you started, hands trailing made-up patterns on his chest and shoulders. "Tell me, pretty boy, how do I politely ask you to pin me up against a wall and make out with me?" you giggled.

"I'd say that's a decent start." He laughed, finally closing that stupid distance between his and your lips.

It wasn't cute nor slow or anything you were used to, and probably that's what made goosebumps trail up and down your body. He kissed you like a starved man as if you were the last water source in a heated desert. Hungrily, tongues fighting for dominance in between the hurricanes you felt running through your body.

You bit his lip as you stepped away, a blush clearly not made with makeup.

“Fuck, no, come back,” he whispered.

He directed one of his hands to your chin and pulled you to him in a sudden action.

Yeah, that could easily make you forget about alcohol levels.

[☆☆☆☆☆]

You didn’t know exactly how the situation changed so fast. You had arrived at his house, where he had picked you up and sat you on the first surface he approached. 

“Sugarcube.” He mentioned breathlessly, breaking the kiss. His pupils dilatated, brown almost gone in them, lips red and swollen just because of you. 

You sighed, not knowing when you had stopped breathing. 

"Mhmm?" 

His two fingers started tapping your thighs, in that motion where it looks like they’re walking, closer and closer to the edge of your dress. His other hand held your head up by your cheek. 

“Do I have your consent?” Han asked, and he knew he would’ve respected anything you could answer. “Are you sure?”

Your fuzzy brain from all the drinking and kissing thought about it for a second, all that could come out was a sort of chant in your ears.

Yes, yes, yes.

Instead, you smirked. “Am I ever.” His breath hitched when you grabbed his belt and pulled. “For all I care, ruin me, pretty boy,” you murmured on his lips. 

His eyes looked black now.

“Fuck.” 

He’d kissed you relentlessly as he slowly tempted to take your dress off. You complied, smiling in excitement. He admired your dark-coloured lace, one that made the perfect contrast with your skin tone. 

Mine, mine, mine.

That’s what you can acknowledge so that the moment you are now can make sense. You snorted when he started tying up a blindfold on you. You could only hear, smell, and speak, the latter only when you were allowed to. 

“Here, Sugar.” 

He took your hand and lead your blinded self through his apartment. He started kissing you again, biting, licking, making you feel like Hell’s heat had risen just for your pleasure as he made your entire body feel like you had lava instead of blood. 

Hot, hot, hot.  

He suddenly pushed you with him, making you fall on him, both making out on his bed now. Pinning you down, leaving you to the edge of begging for something, you felt small fabric pieces being tied up to your ankles. You hear nothing for a bit before hearing footsteps and then the squeal that the bed made when he grabbed your calves and pulled you to the border of the bed.

"You've got a lot of nerves, Sugar, doing what you did at the club the other day. No matter how much I fucked all those other bitches, you kept repeating the same thing in my mind. I could kill you for that." Han said, voice dark and deep traced with lust and raw desire.

"Well, if you killed me, we wouldn't be able to have fun, and you would have a dead girl in your mind," you stated with a smirk.

You heard a chuckle and then felt a hand on your cheek.

"Normally, considering your situation, people would start screaming for their lives. But you said something cocky. I like that." He started stroking your body, playing with the laces of your remaining clothes. "For some reason, you still don’t strike me up as someone who would agree to this.” You feel him bending down, trailing open-mouthed kisses on your thighs, clearly avoiding that one spot where both of you knew you need him the most. You shivered, holding back a needy whine. Fuck, you’ve never felt so turned on in your life, you have to try so ridiculously hard to focus on what he’s saying rather than what he’s doing. 

“It’s sexy that you’re letting me do this, but, why are you here?" He whispers above your lips.

You can feel his breath on your skin, practically tasting the flavours of his drink in your mouth already.

"I was bored, and you looked bored," you murmured. “Thought we could change it up a bit for the other one.”

He chuckled. “Damn right, Sugar.” And with that, he kissed you, not gently either. A hard, desperate kiss. You leaned back into the bed.

You couldn’t see it, but in a sudden motion, he pulled from the blindfold and shoved it somewhere else, heartbeat pounding in your ears as you got used to the faint light that came from some other room. His eyes looked into yours as he shoved his tongue into your mouth. His eyes were dark, so dark it was as if they could fuck you themselves.

You feel heat hit you where you're restrained. You tried moving your legs but failed, and he smiled into the kiss, leaning more and more over you. Still, your hands were free, so you wrapped them around his neck, holding him close. He picks you up from your thighs, touching, groping, slapping, shoving you against the bed. You break out of the kiss, lifting your head up, hissing at the amount of sensations hitting you so pleasantly. He takes this opportunity to get your neck. Biting it.

He basically tears off your remaining clothes. You don't pay attention to the accidental scratches he left, in fact, it felt wonderful to you. He smirks at the approving moans you give him when he notices what he did.

You feel like it couldn’t get any better right at the moment when he finds a wonderful place to insert one of his fingers in. 

You bit your lip to keep quiet, just like you’re used to. At this, Han suddenly stops and whispers in your ear.

"No, baby. For tonight at least, you're mine. At the end of this night, I want all of the neighbourhood to know that I fucked a woman so hot. We’re home alone, and you know it already, so you can scream my name as loud as you need to, Sugar." And so you do, you let out the largest moan you've ever had in your life.  

No one and I mean no one, no boyfriend, no normal working boy and not even yourself has ever made you feel this good.

He doesn’t acknowledge how the fuck he’s taking off his clothes so quickly, before pinning you back down again. He caresses your sides, as you caress his back, and then his abs. He moves closer to your ear, groaning slightly when you get a hold of him.

"I'm going to eat you alive," he growls.

You chuckle at this, whispering back.

"I'm waiting."

[☆☆☆☆☆]

When you wake up, you feel Han holding you close.

You could swear you passed out. You don't remember how many rounds you had, all you know is that you're sore. You lift the blankets, hissing at the marks you have. Jisung opens his eyes looking at you getting out of bed. You get off the bed slowly, one, because you're in pain, and two, because you like it when he watches you.

"Has anyone fucked you that good?" he asks.

"Actually, I think my ex was a bit better than you," You tease, without looking at him, but you know he can see your smirk —and your weak stance that screams your deception—.

He's quiet for a bit. He sits up a bit looking at you while you pick up your broken panties. You curse under your breath slightly.

"You might want to leave some of your clothes here," he mentions roughly.

You look over your shoulder at him. The smirk is still on your face.

 "Why?"

He looks at you, eyes as intense as they were last night and also gets out of bed just to grab your arm and make you both fall on the mattress as he, in a sudden motion, pins you down.

"I haven't had enough of you yet."

Fuck one-night stands.

You had thee Han Jisung now.

[☆☆☆☆☆]

P.S. Did you notice it? Lil' something for you, Sugar ;)

~Kats, who wrote 3:36 not because of time, but because Red Lights is exactly 3 minutes and 36 seconds.

[nemo-in-wonderland]

OMG YES.

WHAT A DELICIOUS TWIST.

I could DEFINITELY imagine Mephistopheles stalling in wanting to turn Raphael, and that would EAT RAPHAEL ALIVE.

So I absolutely can see him actually asking Harleep to turn him, AND BECAUSE HE IS A TZIMISCE, IT WOULD BE AN EVEN GREATER SPIT IN HIS FATHER'S FACE.

Gods, I love this interpretation. So very much.

FML HOW COULD I FORGET THE SALUBRI???? gods, Isobel has written "Salubri" all over her face (and ngl, I can imagine that the circlet she wears in BG3 woul serve to hide her 3rd eye from Marcus (so that he doesn't go and snitch on Ketheric that his daughter is a freaking Salubri fml).

I LOVE the idea of Mephistopheles being Aranea’s sire. Him being like “another pawn for my eternal game” and then over time realizing “holy shit am I having feelings??” Maybe he pulled some strings and found a Lasombra who owed him a favor and Aranea got to learn Obtenebration despite being a Tremere :P

OMG YOU GET IT.

YOU *ABSOLUTELY* GET HOW I THINK.

fml Tremere Power Couple my beloved (that Chantry would be so freaking powerful, ISTG. Not even the SI would stand).

FML, YOU KNOW WHAT I THOUGHT?? Mephistopheles himself will teach her Obtenebration, because you can bet your hat that Mephisto has at a certain point diablarized a poor Lasombra fucker, and got access to Obtenebration itself.

HONESTLY, I AM SO SOLD ON THIS IDEA THAT SINCE THIS MORNING I HAVE BEEN WORKING NON-STOP ON CREATING THE WHOLE LORE FOR THEM (I will share it as soon as I am done with the artwork that goes with it <3).

fml, your brain. YOUR BRAIN. FANTASTIC BRAIN.

Mayhem is contractually obligated to be a Baali I think XD she loves demons and destruction too much to be anything else. Plus Baali embraces fascinate me, when the sire drains them and throws them into a pit of bodies, they have to find the heart containing their sire’s blood before they die of blood loss. And the Baali are known to hide amongst the Tremere, it would give Aranea and Mayhem a chance to meet :P

YES, OMG YES.

I ABSOLUTELY ADORE THAT SHE WOULD BE A BAALI (that freaking embrace suits them so well, tbh, that is absolutely something that I could see Orin doing).

BUT WHO IS MAYHEM'S SIRE??? WHO DID THIS TO HER??👀👀👀🍿🍿🍿🍿🍿

gods, I love that the Baali hides amongs the Tremere, like I NEED OUR GIRLS INTERACTING IN THE CHANTRY AND BE FRIENDS AND DISCUSS ABOUT THAUMATURGY AND WHATNOT.

THIS IS *EVERYTHING*

EVERYTHING.

BG3 but it’s Vampire the Masquerade

Given that VTM is another TTRPG it wasn’t actually all that hard to imagine what clan the BG3 companions would belong to because *game mechanics* and character archetypes but I did it anyways lol. I love the V20 lore for VTM but I prefer some stuff about V5 (especially the fact that the Ravnos aren’t a giant racist stereotype now) so I’ve used both clan names for those that changed between versions.

Karlach - Brujah

Poster girl for Clan Brujah.

Astarion - Toreador

He and Nellie G from L.A. by Night would be friends I think.

Shadowheart - Lasombra

This one was actually the hardest for me to decide, I went for Lasombra because Shar lol

Wyll - Ventrue

No doubts about this one. A true leader.

Gale - Tremere

He would obviously become a vampire wizard. Nerd in life, nerd in undeath.

Lae’zel - Assamite/Banu Haqim

Another one that seemed obvious to me.

Halsin - Gangrel

Probably the most obvious. Was never in question.

Bonus!

Gortash - Lasombra

Master manipulator, pulling the strings from the shadows.

Raphael - Setite/Ministry

Would 10000% run a vampire cult.

Ketheric - Giovanni/Hecata

Duh.

Orin - either Tzimisce or Baali

Tzimisce for the shapeshifting and Baali for Bhaal the bloodshed and murder.

Tagging @nemo-of-house-hamartia since I know you like VTM too :)

[rainthespiritual]

Omg for your pre-death Tate fanfic maybe you could do them as friends at childhood and they slowly drift apart and y/n sorta forgets about Tate but he thinks about her everyday and then she catches him doing cocaine or cutting himself in the school bathroom and y/n realises Tate needs support so she be's that for him and stuff

pt 1 , pt 2

PRE-DEATH TATE LANGDON FIC

Okay im kind of really proud of this fic ITS SO GOOD (or maybe I'm just delusional... anywaysss.)

btw some trigger warnings for the series as a whole are deffinetly: drug abuse , depression , suicide , and topics similar to that even if they don't show up in this specific part THEY WILL EVENTUALLY so I just want yall to be warned ty

TRIGGER WARNINGS : tate langdon is a tw tbh and American horror story in general, smoking, talk of abusive dad and family slightly(it'll be talked abt more in other parts), angst, this part is more tame that the other parts will be and thats all... for now.

Summery: Y/n stumbles into the bathroom only to find old childhood friend Tate...

also sorry if formatting is shit I'm using my phone fml

You walk with your friends down the hall you've seen again and again, tuning them out almost completely like usual. They talk a lot of shit about people you don’t even know. And while gossip can be fun, they are just over the top with it. Every day, it seems they’ve found another thing to complain about.

"___ are you even listening? This is way serious!" you look towards them bags under your eyes they didn't even notice, they never ask or worry about you but expect all of that from you. It was extremely draining, and you often wondered why you still hung around them. But the fear of being alone was stronger than the need to be treated better. You didn’t have anyone else.

"oh no sorry, I was thinking about the project I have to do for Mrs.Ross. Hey, you guys go ahead of me I gotta head to the powder room real quick.." they try talking to you more but you manage to peel yourself away from them as fast as you can, basically sprinting to the bathroom.

You fall sitting on the floor releasing a sigh, glad you could now get a moment of peace and silence.

"___?" your eyes dart open hearing a familiar voice.. a familiar male voice.. in the girl's bathroom?

"Tate? what- what are you doing in here?" you look at him, slightly shocked. You hadn’t spoken to him in what seemed like forever. But truthfully, it had only been a couple of years, well maybe more than that, but long enough for him to have grown. He looks less like a boy, and more like a man now.

"I mean, I should probably be asking you that.. this is the boys' bathroom." He smiles slightly and you notice he's sitting on the counter where the sinks are.

"oh, I- I must have come in the wrong one. I'm sorry.." you look at him again, noticing how much older he looks than when you last saw him. Well, you saw him in the halls and even smiled or waved at him slightly, but you never really talked to him.

"ahh, it's fine. No one else is here just me. I think everyone's in class or at least getting there. The bells are about to ring." he smiles again wiping his nose slightly sniffling it, and you wonder why. ‘Maybe it's allergies’ you think.

"What are you doing up there?" You ask, signaling to the way he's sitting.

"Well, this bathroom is the least used so no one comes in usually.." mumbling a bit he avoids the question, now nervously playing with his fingers.

"I didn't know that, that doesn't answer my question tho. why sit up here?" you stand going to where he is climbing up to sit next to him.

"well just normal stuff I guess." he looks at you slightly thinking a bit before pulling a pack of cigarettes out making you gulp slightly. The only cigarettes you had encountered had been your father's. You tried smoking one when you were 13 but you immediately regretted it vowing to never smoke one again.

"you want one?" he asks smirking slightly at you.

"Oh- no thanks I don't smoke." he laughs slightly putting one in his mouth and lighting it.

"didn't think so." he inhales and puffs the smoke out and you wonder how he can do that without feeling completely ill.

"what does that even mean, I didn't think you smoked but you do so...." you fumble with your fingers slightly nervous around the now much older boy. The last time you talked to him he had to be 11. Maybe 12. It had been years, and you wondered why, why didn't we talk why did we stop being friends..

"well you look innocent, and like you've never touched anything ever." he laughs slightly, "could be wrong though." he continues smoking the cigarette, shaking the ashes from it into the sink. you assume so they can wash down.

"Well I've smoked once, I just absolutely hated it.  mostly did it to spite my dad I guess" you admit, slightly watching him.

"How old were you? you always did hate that fucker. I remember us hiding his beers and shit so he wouldn't be able to find them, he'd get so mad." He states you both laugh slightly.

"I was thirteen? Maybe fourteen. somewhere around there. and I don't hate him, he's just overly annoying all the time."

he laughs slightly thinking the way you feel about the whole thing is cute.

His eyes look you over multiple times, he is clearly taking you in. He had seen you around since the last time you talked but not this full on. Only from afar, never up close. He enjoyed seeing the way you grew into the body he once knew, the face he knew. You looked so much older now it kind of made him sad, seeing how much time had gone by. It really made him think. He wished he had talked to you or atleast tried too, but seeing you with your new friends made him nervous. He never was one to fit in with the popular crowd so he avoided you. And now he deeply regrets it realizing how stupid he was.

"Well. If I'm remembering correctly you kind of did hate him. He was an asshole to you, don't know if that's still true but.. it's what I remember so." you sigh knowing he's partially correct.

"So you're just in here to smoke? or what. I mean you could do that after school or whatever." You ask slightly to change the subject but also because you just are genuinely curious.

"Well.." he starts but stops to think looking away fumbling with his pocket slightly  and you can tell there's something inside. It seems to be a little tin but you can't be sure. "I just wanted to be alone I guess , away from the chaos that is a highschool hallway." he finishes putting his cigarette out and back in the box, you assume to finish later as you've learned from your dad. You both sit in silence for a bit and you realize how weird it is that you came to the same bathroom for the same reason, but there's also a slight comfort in the thought. Knowing you weren't the only one sick of all the noise was comforting because that meant you weren't that weird. Or at least you weren't the only weird one. Either way it made you feel a little better, and it made you wonder more and more why you let this sweet sarcastic boy go.

"That's why I came in here too, I just was.. Over it I guess. Done with being around other people.." you look away slightly avoiding his gaze, him staring at you so intensly made you nervous. Without hesitation he asks you something you don't expect.

"Do you like to be around me?" It's such a bold and forward question that you don't really expect from him. His tone is serious and you realise how much closer he is now, his eyes look into yours and you stare back. The silence says more to both of you than words ever could and it feels like forever almost, when in reality it was only like 30 seconds.

"I do yeah, I feel like you actually know me." He smiles at your words looking away for a moment taking it all in. His eyes meet yours again and he leans in closer. His eyes go to your lips and back to your eyes a couple times, and your eyes do the same.

"Excuse me is anyone in here?" Both your eyes widen slightly hearing a teacher opening the door slightly. Tate jumps off the sink now looking at the door then at you. He signals for you to hide in one of the toilet stalls, which you immediately do. You sit up on the toilet so your feet aren't seen through the slit at the bottom and you hear him start the sink. You think, 'probably to wash down the ashes'.

The teacher walks, his voice loud.

"Aren't you supposed to be in class Mister Langdon?" You cover your mouth trying to conceal your breathing, and you hope it works.

"I mean yeah but.. Y'know.." You can't see him but you assume he gestures towards the bathroom, and the teacher let's out a loud sigh.

"Uh huh, and any idea why the bathroom smells like smoke?" the teacher talks in a angry tone and you feel bad hoping he doesn't get into trouble.

"No idea sir, it smelled like that when I got here." The teacher sighs again almost like he doesn't believe him.

"Okay well come with me, I'll make sure you get to class on-time." you hear them walk out, and the door shut.

Still slightly frozen you stay for a moment  but tense up when the door opens again.

"Meet me here again tommorow, same time." you take a sigh of relief realizing it's just Tate again. With that he walks out again saying something about how he got what he left in the bathroom.

You sigh in relief again kind of asking yourself what the hell just happened. It was weird seeing how affected you were from it all day. It was all you could think about in class, and at lunch. Even at home when you were laying in bed alone, it was weird seeing how one boy you knew so long ago could effect you now. You kind of enjoyed the feeling. The anticipation. You were excited to see him the next day, and you wondered what would happen.

'I guess I'll just have to find out tomorrow..' you thought to yourself. I guess you just will.

[cosmic-d1ce]

Forphil completely sepearate from FML but aidbwjwnan

"Forever can we talk?" Phil says, nervousness seeping into hiw voice despite his efforts to hide it.

Forever crosses his arms with a huff.

"Please? I don't want to fight with you anymore."

Forever glances back at him. Then the kids playing on the trampoline. He sighs, "Fine. But I'm still upset."

Phil smiles, at least it was something. He tells the kids to stay where they are and leads Forvever over the wall sepearating the garden and the potato farm.

"So?" Forever prompts, impatient as ever. He wants to be able to watch Richas and not have to be with Phil longer than he has to.

"I don't want to fight anymore, this is a bit ridiculous, isn't it?" Phil crosses his arms, a nervous habit.

Forever gives him a look of disbelief, "You broke my heart! You- you gave me a chance and the next day you just- you took my heart and broke it, Philza! I won't forgive you, you're a monster."

"How would you feel if I asked you to be more like Missa?" Phil had asked the question in his head a million times over since the spat started. It was nice to get it out.

Forever hesitates, trying to find the right words. He stammers for a moment before falling silent again and giving Phil to chance to continue.

"It hurts, Forever. I could love you, I think we could work but I need you to love me too. Me. Not Brunim. And if you can't do that, I don't want to be around you anymore." Phil does his best to stay stern but his voice wavers nonetheless. Built up emotion from the past few days threatening to overflow.

Forever hesitates again before responding. "I still love him."

"I know. I'm not asking you to forget him completely. I understand. If anyone gets this, it's me but I'm not out here asking you to be more like the love of my life, am I?" Phil's voice almost breaks this time, the very thought of her made his heart sink.

"I... I understand. I just-" Forever blinks the tears from his eyes, "I miss him so much, I'd do anything to be with him again..."

"I know. But I'm not him. And I never will be."

Forever nods.

Phil hesitates now, watching Forever as tears gathered in his eyes. "I can love you, all I ask is that you do the same."

"...I think I can do that." Forever smiles.