#I AM ON MY KNEES AND I AM YELLING TO THE GREAT SEVEN FOR THE THANKFUL BIRTH OF ROOK HUNT

[jangmi-latte]

1:56 𝐀𝐌 — 「 𝐁𝐎𝐃𝐘𝐆𝐔𝐀𝐑𝐃!𝐑𝐨𝐨𝐤 」

flexible au. you can think if you're royalty, an influencer, a famous artist, etc. mostly...thirsts...

bodyguard!rook whose reflexes are fast enough to immediately shield you from any perpetrators or push/grab any person who'd dare come near you no matter how fast they approach you. a confident man when it comes to his physique and abilities to protect.

bodyguard!rook who'd easily and swiftly hide you from unwanted attention using his body and coat. pulling you close to him while he fast walks speedily enough for you to be able to follow him while he protectively keeps an eye out on all corners.

bodyguard!rook who's your close friend behind closed doors. someone who'd hold his palm out under some papers you're writing on when there's no table to flat platform closeby for you to write on. someone who'd hold the edge of a table, cabinet door, vehicle ceiling, etc. when you climb or stand up so you won't hit your head.

bodyguard!rook who removes his coat when you're feeling uncomfortable with your outfit or when it's too cold and wraps it around your body.

bodyguard!rook who's all smiles and warmth but immediately grows serious and focused when it comes to your sake. especially when he knows your safety is his number one priority at the moment.

bodyguard!rook who knows how to reroute areas where there's less people so you can easily walk and look around while he holds your stuff. he'd immediately take your shopping bags once the staff bags your items without you having to even touch the handle and hand it to him.

bodyguard!rook who always has either a gun to his body or his bow and arrow nearby just in case of emergencies. if you're afraid of the sound of guns or the sight of a fight, he'd make sure you're safely hidden away where you won't hear or see what's going on. coming back to you perfectly fine just like he always promised.

bodyguard!rook who's there to catch you during your clumsiest moments. whether you nearly run into a pole/wall, trip on the stairs or your own two feet, nearly drop something you're holding, etc. he's immediately there to avoid any more accidents and makes sure to double check everything. and would probably make sure you're paying double attention to what you're doing.

[weirdly-specific-but-ok]

the baftas: my eyes need bleach after the livestream chat.

I SAID I WOULD COME TO TUMBLR AND SLUT-SHAME ALL OF YOU, AND YOU BET YOUR GODDAMN BILDADDY I'M HERE TO DO IT. First, a huge thank you to @good-usernames-were-taken, Valerie, for enabling this entire chaos and streaming it. And of course to Disappointment the Main Maggot.

Second, as per requests from you maggots, I have to give an honourary mention to the tragic lack of an emotional support gaseous orange, the late half-eaten packet of Lays on my desk, and my nearly empty can of Monster energy. Idk either, you asked for the mentions you got them.

Without further ado, presenting the BAFTA Awards 2024:

I am busy drawing out the neckline stitches of Crowley's wedding dress, when I am reminded of the stream and I crash into it midway. Little do I know what I am getting into.

Everyone is here for David Tennant. No one is here for the actual awards. This is made very clear very quickly.

KNEES. JUST KNEES. ALL EVERYONE TALKS ABOUT, THROUGHOUT THE STREAM, IS DAVID TENNANT'S KNEES. ARE YOU ALL OKAY WHAT THE FRESH HELL.

For context, David is in a kilt for the first half. I finally see why my relatives disapprove of skirts above knee-length. I never knew humanity's unholy worship of knees till I came here.

SOMEONE ASKS IF DAVID HAS TANNED HIS KNEES. MAGGOTS. PLEASE.

We interrupt our regular scheduled program of David knees to have an intense discussion about British versus French humour, and the misgendering of croissants.

RDJ wins an award and calls his wife his Alpha and Omega.

We're back to the knees. I can't handle how slutty David's knees are, says a worthy maggot.

This goes into a discussion about tickets for David's Macbeth, because, you guessed it, the kilt and the knees.

A lot of gorgeous and talented women in the BAFTAs tonight. I am floored.

I am not allowed to dwell in my awe because the chat is not a place of the lord. Curtain calls of Macbeth are discussed with unnecessary lasciviousness.

Thankfully, in the midst of this, I get a great Zodiac pattern reference for Crowley's wedding dress cummerbund. I was going to have to research the night sky for star charts but this is better.

People show their beautiful brainrot-induced Doc Marten purchases.

The knee thirst has moved into X-rated territory. I am terrified.

A song is sung in memory of film industry people who passed away this year, and people are sad about Dumbledore but at the same time are imagining Aziraphale and Crowley dancing to the song. The brainrot is real.

I accidentally spoil Saltburn's freakshow for someone. When I ask how I can make up for it, they say something about GOAD. I'm alarmed. Is that an OnlyFans, I ask. It's Good Omens After Dark, the chat answers. Is THAT an OnlyFans, I ask. Close enough, the chat says.

David has now changed outfits to a suit, which finally makes people pay attention to the BAFTAs, if only to alternatively thirst over the suit and bemoan the loss of knees.

Things, uh, happen, which I will have to include as quotes in another post. Cheers, @thearoacemess and @vitrilol.

Barty Crouch Jr is debated about as the Wolfstar child. Bratty Crouch Jr is said to be Crowley.

I obtain a banana, which I associate with blowjobs.

@thearoacemess talks about someone deepthroating a seven-inch banana without a hitch.

The stream does a flashback to the kilt time. It is a mistake. @queermarzipan barrels in and is being too slutty about the knees.

I tell them they need jesus, and they yell about how they've gone to mass twice today and they're an atheist.

Thankfully, @vitrilol starts chanting about the glory of Ireland. The only thing that will distract Marzipan from David Tennant is Ireland.

He proceeds to start screech-singing in all caps.

🎵IRELAND IIIRELAND TOGETHER STANDING TALLLL.🎵

The BAFTAs end. People are still thirsting over David Tennant.

🎵I KNOW YOU'RE MISSING HOME IT'S SO LONG SINCE YOU'VE BEEN🎵

Uh, more dubious things about David, suits and the absence of said suits are discussed. I'm trying my damndest not to notice.

🎵AND THE LIFE YOU HAD IN DUBLIN NOW AIN'T NOTHIN BUT A DREAM🎵

There is accidental Mascot lore: I am apparently from a different timeline (I mixed up timeline and timezone) and that's how Apollo deposited me in an illegal sushi restaurant where I became Neil Gaiman and Michael Sheen's intellectual child.

I am compared to a cat.

TOM HIDDLESTON AND DAVID TENNANT WERE IN THE STAGED-LIKE THING IN THE BEGINNING AHAHAHAHAH LOKI AND CROWLEY MY TWO CELESTIAL GENDERFLUID ICONS.

OKAY so I will end the summary here and make a list of out of context quotes in a new post. Because. Boy oh boy. That deserves its own post.

[marauderverse]

Maybe it was then//J.P x Reader

Word count: 1.7k

Summary: He wasn’t sure when it had started. But sometime between then and now, he had fallen for y/n.

A/n: I am posting this from my phone so sorry if the formatting is weird.

He wasn't sure when it had started.

Probably somewhere between the charms classes he had shared with her since first year and the Gryffindor party, she had somehow snuck into.

Somewhere between then and now, James Potter fell for y/n.

She stood on the other side of the common room, dancing with Lily Evans to Dancing Queen, which Mary had all but threatened Sirius’ life to let her play.

An odd warmth crept up Jame’s neck as he watched her.

The long sleeves of her shirt flowed like water down her arms as she spun lily around; he felt like a creep looking at the knot in the centre of her chest where the two halves of the shirt met. The pattern of her skirt matched that of her top; a belt with a daisy belt buckle sat at her waist. The outfit was finished with white boots that sat just below her knees.

She looked hot.

Her hair was out, something he had only seen her with probably three times in the seven years he had known her.

“What are you staring at?”

James jumped, prying his eyes away from the girls grinning face to look at Sirius.

Sirius moved forward slightly to put his face beside James, looking over in the same direction.

“Evans?” The boy questioned, downing the rest of the drink he had in his hand, “I thought you got over her?”

James sighed slightly, sipping his lukewarm drink.

“I wasn’t staring at Evans; I am over her,”

Sirius looked at his friend, a look of annoyance and confusion set of his angular features. His grey eyes flittered back to the group of girls.

It took him a few seconds of staring before he realised.

“Y/N!” he yelled.

James scrambled to turn his attention away from the girls to his friend, slapping a hand up to his mouth to shush him.

“Shut up,” He whispered-yelled.

“Y/n?” Sirius whispered back this time.

James rolled his eyes; it was obvious his friend was drunk, and perhaps spilling his secrets to him at a Gryffindor Quidditch party wasn’t his brightest idea.

“When did this happen?” Sirius asked.

That was a great question.

When did it start?

It could be in the third year when she had made reserve beater of the Ravenclaw team.

The sun was high in the sky as the captains shook hands in the middle of the pitch.

With a shrill blow of her whistle, the teams mounted their brooms and kicked off.

The game was in full swing within minutes; the crowd cheered and booed as the Gryffindor team scored three goals in the first ten minutes.

Things got better from there.

The Ravenclaw team was wholly unprepared for this match.

An hour in, Gryffindor was ahead by sixty points and the beater had fallen from his broom and they had to use their reserve player.

Y/n.

As soon as she entered the pitch, so did an entirely new team.

Gryffindor couldn’t seem to keep the quaffle; as soon as it so much as grazed the fingertips of a Gryffindor team member, a bludger was already on its way.

And it seemed the Ravenclaw players repelled the bludgers; as soon as one was sent toward a Ravenclaw, it was immediately redirected.

She was fantastic.

Even though Gryffindor caught the snitch, Ravenclaw won the match by a landslide.

Needless to say, she was a permanent part of the team from that point on.

Maybe it was then.

Or maybe he had fallen for her last year when she and Lily became best friends.

It seemed she had made a home in the Gryffindor tower.

Anytime he would enter, she would be lounging on one of the squishy sofas, toasting something over the fire or sitting in the corner pouring over some essay that hurt James' head to look at.

Perhaps it was the proximity that sparked it, the way she would smile shyly when he accidentally caught her eye, or how she seemed to get along with all his friends so easily.

Maybe it was then.

Or maybe it was earlier today when Ravenclaw lost the Quidditch cup to Gryffindor.

He knew how hard she pushed her team for this game. He had seen the Ravenclaw’s schedule for the quidditch pitch and caught a glimpse of the plays she spent hours on in the library.

She had been devastated, throwing her broom down in defeat as the Gryffindor seeker was hoisted up on the team's shoulders after the game.

He watched as she returned to the changing room, far ahead of her team.

If it hadn’t been Gryffindor they were playing, maybe James would have felt bad for her. Maybe he would feel bad tomorrow morning after the euphoria of the win and the excitement from the Gryffindors died down, maybe he would feel bad.

She caught him on his way up to the castle, now changed out of her quidditch robes and impeccably polished broom over her shoulder.

“Hey, James,” He stopped, turning around to look at her.

He saw Lily, Mary and Marlene a few steps behind her, Marlene still in her quidditch robes. There were amused looks on the girl's faces, an almost mischievous look.

“Uh, you guys did well out there today,”

The girls were giggling that high-pitched giggle they do.

“Uh, thanks, you did great as well,”

She smiled, turning on her heel quickly and running back to her friends.

They were giggling like maniacs and whispering to one another.

“Sometime between third year and now,” James admitted.

“Wow, so this is like. Super serious,” Sirius said before pausing, “Super Sirius,” He said, laughing at his stupid joke.

There was a pause between them.

“You should ask her out,” Sirius said as if this was some kind of life-changing advice he had just offered his best friend.

James rolled his eyes, finishing the last little bit of his drink.

“I would, but I just don't think she’s into me,” He confessed.

“C’mon Jamie, you’re a total catch; what naked do you think she's not into you?”

James Cringed at the nickname that seemed only to come out when his friends wanted to get on his nerves or when they were drunk.

James thought back on the last few years.

The time he had attempted to be charms partners with her, only for Y/n to barely contribute to the conversation and simply write her thoughts down instead of talking to him.

Or the time she had traded seats with Mary so they wouldn’t be beside each other in transfiguration.

Or the time he had attempted to talk to her after one of Ravenclaws quidditch practice sessions, and she had slipped out the back of the changing rooms to avoid him.

James shook his head.

He didn’t know why, what he had done, or what she had heard.

But James Potter knew that Y/n L/n didn’t like him.

“She just doesn’t like me the way I like her,” He brushed Sirius off, tuning to the refreshments table to pour himself another cup of mystery liquid.

Sirius scoffed.

“That’s not what I’ve heard,”

James paused, turning to look at his friend.

“What does that mean?” James prodded.

Sirius shook his head, his long black hair bouncing around as he did so.

“No can do; I’ve been sworn to secrecy by Evans,”

“You heard something from Lily?”

Sirius took a shot of fire whiskey from the table, his face screwing up slightly as the liquid burned all the way down.

“Yeah we were talking the other day about her massive crush on you,” He stated.

“Lily has a crush on me?” James asked.

Sirius shook his head again.

“No, Y/N's massive crush on you. But I promised Evans I wouldn’t tell you,” He explained, taking yet another shot of alcohol “Apparently, she’s super shy and awkward about this stuff and doesn’t want us making fun of her or something.”

James was gobsmacked.

This whole time.

This whole time she’s liked him back, and it took a drunk Sirius to tell him.

“So if I go ask her out now, she’s not gonna yell at me?”

Sirius laughed loudly.

“Mate, from what Evans told me,” Sirius began, lowering his voice slightly, “all you would have to do is say please, and she’d be under you in a second.”

James felt a flush at the comment.

“Shouldn’t you be annoying moony or something?” James asked, attempting to turn his friend's attention away.

Sirius lit up, a grin forming on his face.

“Oh yeah, I haven’t seen him in fifteen minutes; he's probably worried,”

James watched as his friend bounced away.

He downed the liquor in his cup before going over to the group of girls.

Mary was the first to see him coming and nudged Lily, who whispered to Marlene, who then told Dorcas, who told Y/n.

She turned, a wide grin on her face.

“Hey ladies,” he said, using all hos will power to keep his confident persona on, “Mind if i steal Y/n for a moment?’

The girls giggled, sending /n knowing looks. Marlene, before she left, stopped to whisper something in Y/ns ear.

James couldn’t hear what it was, but by the scandalised expression on her face, the way she hit her arm, and Marlenes grin, he could guess what it was about.

James turned to Y/n, her face was already red and she was avoiding eye contact.

“So, Sirius said he was talking to Lily the other day,”

Y/n blushed deeper, if that was even possible.

“Oh god,” She moaned, covering her reddened face with her hands and giggling awkwardly, “What did he tell you?”

“Nothing bad,” He hurried to say, “Well, I guess it depends on your definition of bad,” he was losing his grip.

She hadn’t moved her hands away from her face yet.

“Do you want to go on a date?” He asked quickly.

She finally dropped her hands and looked at him.

“Right now?” she asked, confusion evident on her features.

“Yeah, why not?”

James reached forward and pulled her hand into his own, leading her out of the common room.

The girls whooped and cheered as they walked past.

“Where are we going?” She asked, coming to walk in stride with him, their hands still connected.

“Just trust me,”

[the-broken-truth]

Yuu - Child of the Great Seven [4]: The King of Beasts in Savanaclaw

Broken: The King of Beasts enters Savanaclaw. How is he gonna react to the way Leona leads his Pride?

[As the sun rose over the horizon of Savanaclaw, all the members of the house were awake and alert. It was normal for them to wake up early for their morning run, but they had never woken up this early before. The night before, Leona had come into the dorm in a panic and told everyone to head to bed right after dinner due to a critical announcement in the morning before sunrise. No one had ever seen Leona so worked up, so they decided not to test the waters.]

[Everyone lined up before the large rock outside the Savanaclaw Dormitory, with Ruggie and Jack standing in the front. Leona stood on the rock facing them, and he was not alone. The Prefect of Ramshackle was there with a tired Grim resting on their shoulder, and between the two of them stood the King of Beasts with his arms folded. He looked down at the members of the house that represented him with glaring emerald eyes.]

Leona (Turning towards the Members of Savanaclaw): Listen to me and listen well: This is a glorious day for Savanaclaw as our very deity stands before us! (Gestures to the King of Beasts) I present to you The King of Beasts himself! Bow before your King and show him the utmost respect! His word is the law of Savanaclaw! He is to go unchallenged! Bend your knee to him, now! (Kneels to the King of Beasts and bows his head)

[Jack, Ruggie, and All the Members of Savanaclaw kneel to the King of Beasts, bowing their heads to their deity. None of the Savanaclaw Members notice that Yuu and Grim are not bowing to the King of Beasts and called out to them.]

Savanaclaw Member (Yelling at Yuu and Grim): Hey! Herbivore! Chimera! What are you doing just standing there?! Bow before the King of Beasts!

Leona (Glaring at the Savanaclaw Member): Hold your tongue! You don't understand the sit-

[Leona is cut off by a roar from the King of Beasts which causes everyone to shiver in their skin and buckle at the sound of the King of Beast's Roar. Once the roar faded, Yuu used their pinky to dig in their right ear after feeling the ringing in their ears.]

Yuu: You seriously have a bad habit of doing that, Dad. Just use your words.

Ruggie: What?! Dad?! Yuu, why are you calling the King of Beasts Dad?!

King of Beasts: I shall explain, Little Hyena. (Places a hand on Yuu's Shoulder)This 'Herbivore' as you all have come to call them under the example of your Dorm Warden is nothing short of a True Carnivore; after all, they are the Only Cub to the King of Beasts.

[Everyone except Leona and Grim looks shocked at this revelation. Seeing their expressions, the King of Beasts continues.]

King of Beasts: You have known Yuu Arisugawa by many titles: The Prefect of Ramshackle, The Therapist for the Weary, and the Herbivore from what I have heard from Kingscholar since arriving here but I have another title for you to address them as: The Child of the Great Seven. This is my Cub and you are going to give them the respect befitting them. Understood?!

Savanaclaw Members: Yes, Your Majesty!

Yuu: Dad, please stop scaring them.

King of Beasts (Smirks at Yuu): They deserve a little scare, Cub. Now, before I dismiss them, I think you know what I am going to say.

Yuu (Groans): Seriously, Dad?

King of Beasts: Come on, Cub! You did it for the Quen of Hearts, you can do it for your dad too, can't you?! (Claps his hands together in a begging manner) Please!

[Yuu exhales and lifts their right hand before sliding the ring off their finger, allowing their magical aura to radiate from their body; the very wave of their aura causes all the members of Savanaclaw to shiver in their skin. Yuu's body becomes shrouded in a deep emerald aura before they let loose a roar that shakes the very ground before being covered in dust.] Yuu (In the cloud of dust): Look down... (Steps out of the cloud to reveal their new appearance) YOU'RE TALKING TO YOUR HIGHNESS!

[Leona's eyes widen and his heart skips a beat as he gazes upon Yuu's new appearance: Yuu is now a Lion Beastman and an exact replica of the King of Beasts; their clothes match the King of Beasts and their eyes are the same shade of green, but they lack the king's scar. Yuu looks down at the members of Savanaclaw with a glare that commands respect and everyone now knows to give it to them as they look down to avoid their gaze.]

King of Beasts (Pats Yuu on their shoulder): Well done, Cub! You really know how to control your magic, even though you haven't been using it since you've been here.

Yuu (Looks at the King of Beasts with a small smile): I know, Dad. Can you please make them stand now?

King of Beasts (Chuckling): Very well. (Looks at the Savanaclaw Members) You heard the words of Your Highness, the words of my child are worth more than mine since they are stronger than me and they have dealt with you all longer. (Looks at Yuu) How about we go on a run, Yuu? It's been a while.

Yuu (Exhales): Fine, but you better keep up this time, Old Man.

[Before anyone could say anything, Yuu and the King of Beasts jumped from the rock and over the students but when they were mid-air, their bodies transformed into Large Lions; the Father-Cub Pair landed on their paws before bolting off in a random direction.]

Ruggie (Standing on shaking legs and exhaling): Oh... I didn't know Yuu had so much raw power in that body! That kinda explains why they were able to defeat the Overblots without using their magic.

Jack: Indeed, Ruggie-Senpai. I knew there was something special about Yuu, but I never expected them to be the very offspring of the very deities we serve. Kinda strange, don't you agree, Leona-Senpai?

[Cue Crickets.]

Jack: Leona-Senpai? (Looks at Leona staring off into the distance) Leona-Senpai, are you okay?

Leona (Thinking): 'I'm in love... with my own Deity's Cub... HE IS GONNA SKIN ME ALIVE!'

[After half an hour: The King of Beasts and Yuu returned to Savanaclaw's Dormitory in their mortal bodies just as Ruggie was finishing with a large breakfast. The moment the Deity and his Cub walked into the room, everyone stood to their feet and bowed before them, Yuu exhaled and raised their hand before lowering it, signaling everyone to sit back down and continue to eat. Leona made sure there were 2 seats at the head of the table for Yuu and their Father. The pair took a seat and Ruggie placed their food in front of them.]

Yuu (Smiling at Ruggie): Thanks for the food, Ruggie; this looks incredible. (Takes a bite) It tastes better than it looks!

Ruggie (Smiles): Thank you, Your Highness.

Yuu: Oh no, you will not call me that. Just because you found out who my parents are doesn't mean that you can go all formal on me; I need my friends, not servants. Understood?

Ruggie (Exhales): You got it, Prefect.

Jack: Yuu, what was that transformation you did earlier? It was like my Unique Magic, what that one yours?

Yuu: Yes, it was.

King of Beasts: Correction: It's ONE of their Unique Magics.

Yuu (Groaning): Dad...

Jack: One of their them? How many Unique Magics do they have?

King of Beasts: Seven - one for each of their parents.

All of Savanalaw: SEVEN UNIQUE MAGICS?!

Yuu (Ear flicks): Yes, I have Seven Unique Magics. Any other questions?

Ruggie: What are all of your Unique Magics? What do they do?

Yuu (Counting on their fingers): I got some magical gifts from my family. My mum gave me 'Order in my Court', which lets me summon card soldiers to fight for me. My dad's gift is 'Inner Beast', and it's pretty powerful. My mom also gave me 'Siren's Call', which allows me to control people with my voice, and my unique magic from my father is 'The Serpent's Eye', which lets me see things that others can't. My mama's unique gift is 'Eye of the Beholder', which makes people see me as the most beautiful person in the room. My Papa's magic is 'Overheat', which makes my flames and overall magic stronger, but it also makes me feel hungover. Finally, my mother's gift is 'Thorn Snare', which uses thorn vines to trap someone and deactivate their magic. Please don't tell Vil about the 'Eye of the Beholder' gift.

Ruggie: Whoa. You're one helluva powerhouse, aren't ya? Remind me to never make you angry.

Yuu: I think you already know that, Ruggie.

King of Beasts (Wiping his mouth): Now, onto more important business...(Glares into Leona's Green Eyes - Making the Dorm Warden flinch) Leona Kingscholar.

Leona: Sir?!

King of Beasts: You are the Dorm Warden of Savanaclaw & Second Pince of the Sunset Savannah, however, I have seen that you are rather lazy and disrespectful to my Cub.

Leona (Trembling): You...saw?

King of Beasts (Leans back in his seat and folds his arms): You don't seriously think I don't keep any eye on my own Cub, do you, Kingscholar?!

[Everyone but Yuu and Grim flinch at the King of Beasts raised voice.]

King of Beasts: I make it my personal business to keep an eye on my One and Only Cub and those they tend to hang around with; I will not have someone unworthy taint my child or their bloodline with weakness or venom. (Glares at Leona) I have seen every interaction you've had with my child. EVERY. SINGLE. ONE.

[The King of Beast's Aura starts radiating off of him in waves, causing the room to lightly shake and the dishes on the table to rattle; every member of Savanaclaw except Leona is so frightened that they leave the table and go find safety while looking from protective cover; Leona is too scared to move from his seat, his diety is pissed off at him at it's clear.]

King of Beasts (Snarling): From the first moment they arrived at Night Raven, you have insulted them, belittled them, and made fun of their position as Prefect of Ramshackle Dorm, but what I hate most is the little tantrum that caused you to Overblot. (Eyes glow green) You have preached on, going as far as claiming that you would be my embodiment when all you have done is laze about, complain about your Royal Status as the second prince, and leave work to your supposed friend, who is not even your Vice Dorm Warden; Savanaclaw does not even have a Vice Dorm Warden Role... Do you know why, Kingscholar?

[Leona is too scared to speak.]

King of Beasts: I'll tell you why: Savanaclaw does not have a Vice Dorm Warden because the Dorm Warden is meant to be their King, the one who carries all the burdens and grievances of his Dorm Mates, his PRIDE! You, Leona Kingscholar, have failed in every aspect. All you are is strong and that is not enough to be King. Brute Strength is not enough; if that were all it took, I would never have become King myself. (Inhales and Exhales) Until you learn what it really means to be Dorm Warden and really act upon it - You are FORBIDDEN from coming in contact with my Cub.

Yuu (Looks shocked as their lion ears fall - heartbreak clear in their eyes): Dad! That's too far! I care about Leona and...~

King of Beasts (Glares at Yuu, causing them to become silent): And I CARE about you, Cub. Regardless of what potential you see within him, he is not worthy of you until he shows that worth all his misplaced roaring. You will not interact with him until I deem it so, Yuu, and you will not disobey your King and One of your Patriarchs. Understood?

Yuu (Lion Ears fall back and tail curls in submission): Yes, Dad.

King of Beasts: Good. Now, you are staying by my side until it's time for you to return to your dorm. (Stands up) We are leaving, Cub.

[The King of Beasts walks away from the table. Yuu looked in Leona's direction with eyes that radiated their sorrow and apology before they lowered their head with unshed tears in their eyes before following their Dad out of Savanaclaw. The other members watched the King and [Prince/Princess] of Beasts along with the Chimera walk out of the door before turning to face Leona, who sat there with tears following from his emerald eyes.]

[Leona didn't know what hurt worse: Being told off by his Deity...or being cut off from the only person he truly loves?]

Leona (Wiping his tears and standing up) (Thinking): 'I'll prove my worth. Anything for Yuu.'

[END]

[forjongseong]

aeropuerto // jay (ENHYPEN)

pairing: secretary!jay x CEO!fem!reader

genre: office!au, fluff, smut (minors dni) // warning: older reader; Jay calls reader “Boss”; making out; oral sex (both receiving); face-sitting; unprotected sex. // wc: ~10.4k

previous chapters:

part 1 - carmesí part 2 - mi reina part 3 - millones part 3.5 - hasta los dientes part 4 - vente conmigo part 5 - tusa part 5.5 - apaga y vámonos part 6 - versos de placer minisode part 1 - cuando nadie ve part 6.5 - yo te quiero más minisode part 2 - la niña de mis ojos

next chapters:

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summary: a slight unfortunate event and an encounter with an ex makes you realize how much Jay actually means to you.

author’s notes: welcome to PART SEVEN of the series! wow we have come a long way and I really did not plan on doing so (which is great because the best things are the ones that happen unplanned)

the song inspiration for this fic is Camilo's newest release, I can't believe he released it and none of you told me and I was unaware. oh well. let's look at the lyrics, shall we?

If you are by my side I will not let anything hurt you, hurt you,

Seven billion smiles in the world and I like yours.

Only yours.

What I feel is already very obvious,

I hate the world without you

And I think it's already well known,

that I want to be your boyfriend.

They call me airport because I put you to travel,

They call me gym because I make you sweat

They call me end of year because I make you drink

I want to snuggle up with you so they say I am your baby.

Now tell me that isn't Jay??????

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The schedule for this week was packed. Since it was already the last quarter of the year, which usually was the busiest time for your company, you had been juggling meetings and handling new deals, trying your best to split the work among your staff evenly. Some days, you wished you could be in two places at the same time, but lucky for you, Jay was always ready to be your other half.

You had sent Jay to attend several meetings outside while you tackle everything you needed to do in the comfort of your own office. You did not even leave the room to eat, having Hwiyoung deliver your lunch order right to your desk. Jay had scolded you several times for missing your meal, and you did not wish to disappoint him further.

Expecting Jay to return before sunset, you were slightly surprised to hear one knock on your door. You glanced up from your computer screen and saw the door that got pushed open. Jay entered carrying his briefcase and loosening the tie around his neck.

“You’re here early,” you said, pushing your chair back before standing up. “Everything under control?”

Jay smiled weakly and nodded, holding up an OK sign with his hand. He trod to the sofa at the center of your office and gently placed his briefcase on the coffee table. You wanted to check the documents that he brought back, so as soon as he let go of the briefcase, you made your way towards it. Meanwhile, Jay was looking for something to drink at your mini bar.

“Did Mr. Jung give you a hard time?” You asked, knowing that the company you had sent him to had a rather difficult executive member. Instead of an answer, you heard the clinking of glass before the sound of it shattering to the marble floor.

“Jay!”

You rushed towards him as he slowly collapsed to the floor, knees first and miraculously avoiding the pieces of glass. You caught him just in time before his head hit the floor, and as you made him lie on your lap you could see the consciousness on his face slowly fading away.

“Hwiyoung!” You yelled, hands roaming around Jay’s arms to make sure he didn’t get cut. After seconds of no response, you yelled Hwiyoung’s name again, this time louder.

Hwiyoung barged into your office and within a split second after assessing the room, ran towards you and Jay on the floor.

“Be careful, there’s broken glass,” you warned, reaching out an arm to stop Hwiyoung from coming closer. “Get my phone on my desk and press 7 on the speed dial. Ask for Doctor Kim.”

While Hwiyoung talked to the person on the phone in a rush, you took off the tie from Jay’s neck and chucked it away before you undid the first few buttons on his shirt. Your hands were shaking as you brushed his hair back, feeling his burning skin against your palm.

Everything else that happened after felt like a blur. After getting help from Hwiyoung to have Jay lie on your spacious sofa, you waited for the doctor to come and when he did, Jay slowly regained consciousness. You were speaking to the doctor when he opened his eyes, and because you got distracted by him, the doctor immediately turned back and spoke to Jay privately.

Hwiyoung was by your side the whole time and when you turned to face him, you reached out to stroke his arm, hoping you could thank him with the simple gesture. He gave you a comforting smile before putting his hand over yours.

“He’ll be fine, Miss,” said Hwiyoung in a low voice. “It’s just fatigue.”

You nodded and walked over to the doctor as soon as he wrapped up things. After asking Hwiyoung to walk the doctor back to the lobby and get someone to clean the shards of glass, you staggered back to the sofa, sitting on the floor and placing a hand on Jay’s shoulder.

“I feel like calling a doctor was overkill,” said Jay. His voice was raspy and he was staring blankly at the ceiling. When he didn’t hear your reply, he looked at you and noticed you were holding back tears. “Boss…”

Your attention was completely shifted when the janitor walked into your office, swiftly cleaning up the mess and leaving in less than five minutes. After thanking him, you smoothed your skirt and sat on the floor again beside Jay.

“Can you walk?” You asked after you managed to compose yourself and forced your voice to not sound too shaky.

“I think so.”

“Good. We’re going home now.”

You dismissed the rest of your staff for the day when you walked by with Jay, your one arm placed securely around his waist. They all looked at Jay with concern as his lips still looked slightly pale, and before you left almost all of them said get well soon to Jay in unison.

At the lobby, Mr. Lee took over and helped Jay get into the car while you walked over to the other side. You insisted for him to lie down on your lap, bringing both his legs up and taking his shoes off. You instructed Mr. Lee to drive slowly and turn the radio down.

Jay was facing sideways as you gently ran your fingers through his hair. You stared outside the window and your hand automatically kept repeating the same gesture, until you felt his skin instead of his hair and you noticed that he had adjusted his position to face you.

“I really am fine, you know,” Jay whispered, making you stop stroking his hair by grabbing your hand.

“Shush,” you replied, pulling your hand away from his grip and brushing his hair back again. He then decided to close his eyes for the rest of the ride.

When you arrived at your apartment, Mr. Lee was about to help walk Jay with you, but he insisted that he was fine. You kept your hand around his arm and constantly looked up at him for any signs, and when you placed your chin on his shoulder, he leaned his head on yours.

You asked Jay to go straight to your shared bedroom while you walked around making a fuss—heating water to make tea, browsing your phone to order dinner, and getting clean clothes for Jay to change into. Whenever Jay offered to do something, you nearly barked at him and told him to not even lift a finger.

The bedroom door was left open and Jay could see you walking around still in your working clothes—your button-down and your skirt. The tight bun on your hair was steadily becoming messier as loose strands started to come out and cover your face. After securing an order for dinner, you placed your phone on the counter and walked back to the bed.

Taking the clothes you already laid out for Jay, you walked over to him and sat on the edge of the bed, carefully unbuttoning his shirt. Jay saw your fingers trembling, struggling to even hold the buttons. He gently placed his hand around your wrist and looked at you.

“Y/N.”

Your eyes were focused on the buttons of his shirt as you bit your lower lip, fighting to hold back the tears.

“Look at me,” Jay demanded. His grip around your wrist tightened. You blinked as you shifted your gaze to his eyes and at the same time your tears fell. You started sobbing uncontrollably and Jay pushed himself forward before pulling you into his arms.

“I’m sorry,” you said in between sobs. “You’re exhausted and it’s my fault.”

“It’s not,” Jay spoke right into your ear as he comforted you, rubbing his hand on your back. “It’s not your fault. Trust me.”

You continued to sob against his shoulder, letting your tears stain his shirt. Jay stroked your hair gently, consoling you when you were the one who was supposed to comfort him. You were still sniffing when he pulled back to look at you.

The first time Jay saw you cry was also the first time he kissed you. After that, you had managed to conceal your feelings as best as you could, not wanting to spread the negativity to him. While the two of you were apart, all of your breakdowns happened in private, so the only time he saw you cry again was right now. It broke him too since this time he knew he was clearly the cause behind your tears. He was better at fighting back the urge to cry, though, because you did not even notice the way his eyes had reddened.

Jay’s fingers brushed against your chin. “This has nothing to do with work, okay? I should have taken better care of myself. It won’t happen again, so don’t worry.”

You wiped the tears off your face as you nodded, slowly breathing normally again. A single tear ran down your cheek and Jay wiped it away gently with his thumb.

“You can stop crying now,” Jay whispered, his hand remained on your cheek as he leaned in to kiss your nose and then your forehead. You closed your eyes and held his forearm as he continued to leave soft kisses around your face. When he kissed your jawline and lingered, he playfully bit you, eliciting a soft chuckle between your lips.

“You’re beautiful even when you cry. That seems unfair,” he protested. He pouted as you looked at him, mimicking your expression. You yanked his hand away from your face in retaliation.

The doorbell rang and you instinctively stood up. You told Jay to change his clothes as you went to grab the order that arrived. The vitamins and other pills that your doctor prescribed for Jay arrived at the same time, so it took you a while to prepare everything on a food tray to later carry to the bed.

Jay walked out of the bedroom in the shirt and shorts that you picked out for him, and he brushed his hair back as he sat by the counter. You took the tray and spun around, almost dropping everything to the floor since you didn’t hear him walk out.

“You can just set that here. I’ll eat with you,” he said, reaching out to grab the tray away from you.

“Jay.”

“Y/N.”

You had memorized the tone he would use to call your name when he was being dead serious. You sighed as you set his food back on the counter, pushing the tray towards him.

“Where’s yours?” He asked, lifting the spoon.

“I’ll eat later,” you said, turning your back to him to make tea.

“I should be honest with you.”

You turned around with frown on your face, questioning the meaning behind his statement. Jay massaged the bridge of his nose before he took a deep breath.

“I was skipping meals and not drinking enough water. That’s why I passed out. So if you’re thinking of pushing back your meal time, please don’t.”

You looked at him as the frown stayed on your face. “So you’re always telling me to eat while you’re not taking your own advice?”

Jay nodded, dunking the spoon into the bowl of porridge you had prepared for him. “That’s why I said it’s not your fault.”

You walked over to Jay and as he chewed his food, he spun his bar stool around to face you. You leaned in for a hug and he embraced you, all the while still shoving food into his mouth.

“I should hire a chef,” you mumbled into his shoulder.

“What did I say about being overkill?” He asked, dropping the spoon to rub your shoulders in an attempt to comfort you.

“Remember when you said you’d walk through fire for me?”

Jay put both his hands on your shoulders to pull you away from him. “Yeah?” He asked back, a puzzled look on his face.

“I’d walk through barbed wire for you,” you claimed, crossing your arms in front of your chest to make a statement.

Jay chuckled and almost choked on his own saliva. He aggressively placed both his hands on your cheeks and pulled you in to peck your lips.

---

It was a Saturday morning and you could vaguely remember Jay kissing you goodbye to leave for the gym. You had stayed up the whole night, talking to Isa and Yoon for more than six hours. Your loud laughing woke Jay up, and only then you realized the sun had come up. You continued to sleep for a couple more hours before waking up to have a light breakfast. After that, you turned on Netflix on your TV and lied down sideways on your sofa, watching a talk show that had been on your list for ages.

You heard the sound of rustling from the kitchen and you realized you had fallen asleep again. Jay’s back was facing you as he put the groceries into the fridge and some snacks into the kitchen cabinet.

“Hey,” your voice croaked as you stretched your arms and sat up.

“Hi, sleepyhead,” Jay smiled at you, putting away a shopping bag after he neatly folded it.

“When did you come home?” You asked, fixing your position on the sofa.

“Like, twenty minutes ago? I think. I didn’t want to wake you up. You seemed so tired when I left this morning.”

“Oh my God, what time is it now?”

Jay leaned by the counter and casually pointed to the clock on the wall. “Don’t worry, you still have a couple hours to get ready to go to the event.”

You sighed and rubbed your eyes. “You’re coming, right?”

Jay fiddled with a box of biscuits as he answered you. “Actually, love, I think I’m gonna stay in today. I overdid it at the gym and I’m just low on energy. I don’t want to be a burden. Is that okay?”

You shook your head and yawned. “It’s fine. Thanks for letting me know.”

“Okay,” Jay smiled at you again before turning his back to you, continuing his task.

“And you’re never a burden,” you continued. “Come on.”

Jay smiled really wide that you could see his cheeks rising up from behind. “I know,” he murmured.

“I need to go to the store to get the, uhm,” you snapped your fingers and scrunched your nose. “I forgot the name of the thing. I can’t think straight today.”

Jay crossed his arms as he leaned on the counter again to observe you. “Take your time.”

“I used to eat them for breakfast all the time, the cereal…”

“You mean Honey Stars?” Jay asked.

“Yes!” You beamed. “My mouth is watering just thinking about it.”

Jay reached into another shopping bag he had not gone through yet and pulled out a box of the cereal you wanted. “I got it for you already.”

“How did you know?” You brought yourself up with your knees and peered from your sofa like a meerkat.

“You’ve kind of randomly been mentioning them lately, so I figured you were craving them today,” Jay said, nonchalantly putting it away in one of the cabinets.

“I did.” You watched as Jay finished putting all of the groceries away. You then walked over to him and just as he turned around, you let him catch you in his arms. “Thank you.”

Jay kissed the side of your head and rubbed his hand on your back. “What time do you want to start getting ready? Do you have an outfit picked?”

You shook your head but tried your best to stay sniffing the crook of his neck. “I only know what color I want to wear. I’m thinking green.”

“Alright,” Jay spoke right into your ear and you realized how it had never failed to send shivers down your spine. “You can go shower and I’ll get your outfit ready.”

You ended up taking a shower longer than usual and when you got out of the bathroom with just a towel wrapped around your body, Jay was still picking out accessories for you. You eyed the dark green, strapless dress with an A-line skirt he had laid out on the bed and the open-toe heels sitting on the floor.

“You don’t have that many gold pieces, do you?” Jay asked as he rummaged through your jewelry box.

You chuckled as you walked to your vanity to open the drawer. You kept the pearl choker that Jay gave you in a separate box, and when you pulled it out, Jay followed the movements of your hands. Standing in front of the mirror and still covered in just a towel, you pushed your hair back and put on the necklace. You could see Jay gulping behind you and you flicked your hair once before turning around.

“The dress is strapless, so chokers work best. Right?”

You could feel the way Jay was undressing you with his eyes, knowing that the necklace probably brought back so many memories of the two of you in Greece. After a brief silence, you spun around and headed towards a different section in your wardrobe to get fresh underwear. You grabbed a black strapless bra and matching black panties, and as you tugged your towel to take it off, you felt Jay coming up behind you and snaking his arms around your waist.

In an instant, his lips were on your shoulder, leaving open mouthed kisses and leaving a wet trail as he made his way to your neck. His hands on your waist were gripping you so tight that you knew if you even uttered a word of complaint, it would be of no use. You sighed into his touch, your hands suddenly immobile as the grip on your towel was replaced by his fingers. With one slight tug, your towel pooled to your feet, and you could feel the heat of Jay’s hands against your body.

Jay touched you everywhere, grazing every surface of your skin and making sure not an inch of you was left ignored. He grabbed your breasts in his hands and gave it a squeeze before he ran his hands down your hips, all the while still devouring your neck and then kissing your cheek. He knew his ministrations were making you wet, so he wasn’t surprised when he palmed your core, eliciting a soft whimper from you as he smirked.

“You gotta let me have you before you go,” he whispered. “Please.”

You gave him an answer by turning around, cupping his face in your hands and letting his hands fall down to your ass. He squeezed you there and you chuckled, kissing his lips softly.

“Don’t make me late,” you mumbled, lips still grazing his.

Jay kissed your cheek roughly before he took your hand, leading you to the bed. When he climbed up the bed and lied down, you were puzzled. You tilted your head as you saw him get comfortable, lying down completely and letting his head hang over the edge of the bed. He was careful not to let his feet touch the pillows.

“Come here,” he invited. “Sit on your throne.”

“Are you…”

“Just please sit on my face.”

Jay’s position required you to stand close to the bed with your legs slightly open, and you were scared you couldn’t even stand up straight. After aligning your core with his mouth, you feel his hands gripping your thighs. Once he latched his mouth on to your cunt, it was over.

He started sucking, lapping, and kissing up your folds, making the lewdest noises echo throughout the room. You moaned as you felt the warmth of his tongue against your core, and the more he shoved it into you the more you craved for him. You began to grind your hips, creating a steady motion so he could easily slide his tongue up and down your slit, and once in a while in and out of you. Your whimpers and moans were also getting more obscene, and whenever Jay grunted into your bottom lips, the vibration made you roll your eyes back.

Your legs were shaking and Jay noticed it, reaching out one hand so you can intertwine your fingers with his for support. Your other hand traveled down your clit, touching yourself so you could reach your high faster, not wanting to put on too much weight on Jay. As you felt the knot build on your stomach, you struggled to get out the words, but Jay was quick to notice. He grabbed your thigh and squeezed it as he felt you clench and taint his mouth with your juices.

Jay held you up with both his hands on your thighs as he moved away from under you. As you tried to catch your breath, you felt Jay pulling you down to sit on the bed, and he made his way to kneel in front of you. You still looked dazed, drunk on the feeling of his pretty pink lips on your cunt, and when you saw his proud face—his chin wet and his lips forming a smirk—all you could do was caress his cheek.

You wiped the wetness from his chin as your breathing became normal. “Are you sure you don’t want to come?” You asked, referring to the event.

Jay chuckled, placing his hand over yours. “I’ll be waiting for you here, my queen.”

---

You came back home exactly four hours later, staggering inside as you closed the front door as gentle as you could. You bent over to take your heels off and almost tipped if only you didn’t stabilize yourself by placing a palm on the wall. Surprisingly, the oversized jacket that Jay lent you to cover up stayed on your shoulders the whole time.

“Babe?” Jay called out from the kitchen.

You heard soft sounds of cooking as you made your way to the source of the voice. You were met with Jay’s eyes and you could feel your cheeks flushing in an instant.

“How much did you drink?” He asked after quickly assessing the situation. He wiped his hand on a tea towel before making his way towards you, taking the jacket off.

You chose to answer with your lips, immediately latching your mouth on his as soon as he got close enough. He chuckled as he chucked the jacket away and placed his hands on your waist, guiding you to sit on the bar stool by the counter.

“That explains the behavior,” Jay said, more to himself after he licked his own lips. “I don’t know if you’re hungry but I’m making pasta.”

“Starving,” you muttered, hands reaching up to your own shoulders to hug yourself. You started to observe the way Jay was handling the cooking. He was wearing a cream-colored, long-sleeved tee, with the sleeves rolled up to his elbows. He was also wearing his most used black dress pants that seemed to fit any theme of his outfit for the day. You assumed he went out to do something before coming back home. His hair was parted in a way that you liked, half pushed back while half his bangs almost covered one eye.

“How was the party?” Jay asked, his back turned towards you as he stirred the sauce in the pot.

“It was fun. I was with Taehyung most of the time,” you answered. You tapped your fingers on the counter and as you glanced upwards, you noticed how the lights were somehow shining too bright.

“Did anything interesting happen?”

You paused to think for a second before chuckling to yourself. Jay raised an eyebrow and glanced over his shoulder, waiting for you to answer.

“I got complimented on my scent,” you replied. “Whenever someone hugged me to greet me, they would ask ‘why do you smell like a man’?”

It dawned on Jay that the jacket he lent to you was drenched in his perfume and kept stored for quite some time in the wardrobe.

“My bad,” Jay said, smiling.

You shook your head even though he couldn’t see you. “I like smelling like you.”

Jay could not hold back the giddy smile that decorated his lips as he continued to cook. He turned to his right to grab the condiment rack and was met with your figure standing in the way.

“I can help,” you said, focusing your gaze on him and fluttering your eyelashes.

“Like what I’ve said a thousand times before,” Jay said with a low voice. He grabbed you by your shoulders and moved you three steps away to the side. “You’re a distraction.”

You pouted and decided to grab yourself a glass of water. You did not know exactly how, maybe you held it wrong because the next thing you know your favorite mug shattered to the floor and Jay almost slammed the pot he was holding back on the stove.

“My God, Y/N…”

He noticed that you hadn’t put on your house slippers, so he quickly picked you up by your waist and made you sit on the counter. You silently watched as he cleared the floor from the shards of glass and made sure he wasn’t stepping on any. Once he disposed the mess, he turned around to look at you and put his hands on his waist. The sight was so adorable that you started to laugh.

“How drunk are you?” Jay asked, genuinely concerned.

You shrugged, swaying your feet back and forth. “Just a little tipsy. Not so drunk that I will end up forgetting what I did tonight the next morning, though.”

“Are you throwing shade at me now?” Jay was now smirking. His chuckle expressed disbelief.

“I might be,” you said, smiling. “Can I get down now?” You pointed to the floor and pulled the skirt of your dress out of the way.

Jay nodded and immediately busied himself with his cooking again. You patiently waited at your seat, answering all his questions and watching as he cleared the stove and plated the food.

“Eat up,” he said, wiping his hands on the tea towel one last time.

You hopped off the stool and walked towards him, cornering him and making him lean back on the counter.

“Thank you,” you whispered as you rested your arms around his neck, pulling him towards you. “Have I told you how hot you look when you’re cooking?”

Jay laughed and rested one hand on your waist, the other playfully booping your nose. “You haven’t, but you can start saying it more often now.”

“How about I show you instead?”

Jay wasn’t even halfway into making a frown on his face when you placed your hand behind his head and kissed him. You did not waste any time building it up, immediately nibbling on his mouth and wrestling against his tongue. Jay furrowed his eyebrows as he let you dominate him, his hands hovering around your hips. When you stopped to catch your breath, Jay chased your lips and you stopped him by placing a finger over his mouth.

Like a reflex, he grabbed your hand and kissed your palm. You melted, immediately rewarding him with a kiss on his cheek before you got down on your knees. Jay was confused for the sudden loss of your touch, but when he felt you palm his crotch, he froze. You started undoing his pants, and he seemed so unsure about it that he grabbed your wrist to stop you.

“Y/N.”

You tutted and placed a finger in front of your own lips, telling him to shush. You then leaned in and placed your head right in front of his cock. You kissed it through his pants and you swore you could feel him shiver. As you pulled his pants and boxers down in one move, you grazed your fingers against his hardened dick, earning a soft grunt from him.

Your next move appeared to have caught him off guard. The way you licked a stripe up his shaft made him throw his head back, almost hitting it against the top cabinet. He warily placed one hand on the cabinet, unintentionally flexing his biceps, and it just made you thirst for him even more. Noticing that he could not get any harder, you pumped his cock with your hand twice before putting it in your mouth.

Jay let out a shaky breath as he felt your lips wrapped around him. He couldn’t even open his eyes, too scared that the slightest movement might disrupt the whole pleasure. You started bobbing your head up and down, licking and sucking him in all the right places. Your lipstick began to stain the base of his dick, and when he opened his eyes to look at you he almost cummed right then and there.

There you were, on your knees with his dick in your mouth. Your pearl choker was still decorating your pretty neck, and the strapless dress that Jay picked out for you earlier was still hugging your curves perfectly. He absolutely loved the way the skirt of your green dress pooled on the floor, showing the stark contrast of elegance and pure filth.

The tight bun you had on your head was now a messy ponytail, serving as the perfect place for Jay to put his hand. He became more and more relaxed once you found a steady pace, and he tangled his fingers in your hair as he followed your movements. You started making the sloppy sounds louder on purpose, and you knew that it was working by the way his grip tightened around your hair and how he was now pushing your head against his crotch, slowly gaining the power to lead.

“Fuck,” he muttered under his breath. “Fuck yes.”

Your hands were set on his thighs the whole time, so now that you sensed it was nearing the end, you slid your hands to his ass and squeezed him there, making him jerk his hips towards you. It almost made you gag, and to cope you raked your nails down his legs, letting him take the lead completely.

“I’m close,” he whispered. “Fuck, I…”

You stopped moving your head and let the warmth of his cum shoot into your mouth. You caressed his thighs lovingly as you waited for him to ride out his high, and once he was done you stood up with your cheeks full, limping towards the sink because one of your legs was asleep, before finally spitting his load out. You turned on the tap and rinsed your mouth a little before looking at Jay.

“I mean, I would swallow, but I’m working on an empty stomach and I just don’t want to--”

“It’s fine,” Jay said, seemingly already catching his breath. He pulled his boxers back up and buttoned his pants in an instant. “I’d love it if you’d give me a kiss, though.”

“Really?” You frowned, unsure.

Jay chuckled and pulled you into him, kissing your cheek aggressively before planting the softest peck on your lips. “Thank you,” he mumbled into your lips. “Are you still hungry?”

Your stomach rumbled before you could answer him and you both burst out laughing. He spun you around and slapped your ass before making you walk to the counter where your share of the pasta was no longer piping hot.

---

You were tidying up the books on your desk and putting them away to the shelves behind you. Hearing a knock on the door, you just waited until Jay entered the room. When you turned around, you saw that he was holding a garment bag over his shoulder.

“Your outfit change,” he explained without being asked. “For dinner with your parents tonight.”

You slammed the pen you were holding between your fingers to your desk. “That’s tonight?”

Jay nodded and hung your outfit behind the door. “Did I forget to remind you?”

Your phone flashed and showed the reminder for your dinner tonight. You then realized instead of setting the reminder for a day before, you set it for two hours before.

“Is it a bad time?” Jay asked after seeing your worried face.

You shook your head and sat back in your chair. “It’s okay. I just have a lot on my plate.”

“Let me.”

In a second, Jay was standing by your chair and listening intently to your instructions. You had your monitor showing a presentation, and your iPad open to a list of schedules and meetings with clients. After deeming that he was briefed enough, you handed over the iPad to him.

“Are you sure about this?” You asked.

Jay scoffed. “Please. Don’t worry about it. Just take your time getting ready and I’ll meet you there.”

“Okay,” you replied softly.

Jay leaned in to kiss the top of your head before gliding across the room and leaving you alone. He insisted on taking care of the rest of your work for the day because he knew how nervous you were when it came to meeting your parents. You sat on your desk for a while and zoned out until you heard two knocks on the door.

“Yes, Hwiyoung.”

Hwiyoung peeked into your room, not bothering to come all the way in. “Park said I should have your car ready in an hour. Just here to confirm.”

You gave Hwiyoung a firm nod and he replied by giving you the OK gesture with his hand.

---

Staring at your phone, your heels clicked as you shifted the weight in your feet. You were waiting for a reply from Jay, who had not responded to any of your text and calls for more than thirty minutes. The restaurant staff who greeted you by the door invited you to come inside and wait in the private room that Jay booked for you, but you insisted to stay at the lobby.

Eventually, you noticed a familiar car pulling up. You stood up and watched as your parents get out of the car, and before they could say anything else, you kissed your mother on the cheek and gave your father a side hug.

“Jay is in a meeting and he’s running late,” you explained. “Let’s just go inside.”

After the waiter escorted the three of you to your private room, you let your parents browse the menu for as long as they liked, thinking that it would buy you time and that you could actually wait for Jay to come before ordering. When they passed the menu to you, you saw the door slide open. Jay came in, slightly panting as he brushed his hair back. He greeted your parents and apologized repeatedly, claiming that the meeting he was in got extended and that he was caught in an unpredictable traffic jam.

Surprisingly, your mother beamed as soon as she saw Jay’s face. The way he was talking while keeping a smile on his face, and occasionally chuckling in between speeches, somehow made her heart melt. Your father just nodded along and avoided eye contact, and you were wondering if it was because it was the first time you had brought a boyfriend to meet your parents.

Jay secured his seat beside you and grabbed your hand that was resting on your thigh, giving it a light squeeze. You smiled at him before placing both your hands on the table. The dinner went on smoothly. You kept quiet most of the time because you were determined to just observe and let Jay lead the conversation, seeing how well he was able to converse with your parents. Your father and Jay found a similarity, and for a while it was the only thing they talked about, making your mother glance at you and raise her eyebrow. You grinned at her as a response.

The moment your mother found out Jay liked to cook, the mood completely shifted. She kept naming dishes and Jay admitted that he had attempted to cook most of them. The playful banter ended on the note that Jay was obliged to come over to your parents’ house and cook lunch for them. The idea made you chuckle, and you calmly continued to observe as the waiters cleared your table.

It was getting late, and you were the one who reminded everyone that tomorrow was not the weekend yet. Jay excused himself to the restrooms while you all wrapped up, and when your father asked for the check, the waiter mentioned that it had been taken care of. You walked your parents out to the lobby, where Jay joined you midway, and as soon as your parents left with their car, you abandoned good posture and immediately slouched.

Jay put an arm around your shoulders and brought you closer to his side, giving you the tightest hug. “Let’s go home,” he said, kissing your forehead.

---

“That went well, right?”

You glanced at Jay for a second but did not respond to his question. He frowned as he watched you walk straight to your bedroom.

“Was there a reason why you didn’t text me back?” You asked, letting your hair down after you took off your necklace.

“Like I said, the meeting ran late. I really didn’t get a chance to even look at my phone.” Jay followed you, loosening his tie and immediately unbuttoning his shirt.

“Did you at least wrap things up nicely at the meeting, or was it a mistake for me to send you? Because I know I could have ended it at least five minutes early.” You huffed as you reached out behind your back, struggling to unzip your dress. Jay was about to give you a hand when you finally managed to bring the zip down, instantly making your dress pool to the floor.

“I handled it. Don’t worry,” Jay said softly. “Is everything okay?” He asked as a follow up, noticing that your tone was unnecessarily mean.

You were in the middle of drenching a cotton pad with makeup remover, but Jay’s obnoxious question made you turn around. “You were late, Jay. You made my parents wait.”

“I know, and I’m sorry.”

“You could have texted.”

“I wasn’t in the right mind. Again, I’m sorry.”

You threw the cotton pad and your makeup remover back on your vanity and it made a loud sound. Jay frowned as he turned to face you. You leaned on the table, crossing your arms in front of you. Jay continued to undress until he was just in his pants, his belt half unbuckled.

“Why do you always give in?” You asked. You didn’t even bother changing to your bath robe. For some reason, you just had to pick a fight right now, in your underwear, after an arguably pleasant dinner.

“What do you mean by that?” Jay decided to sit on the ottoman by your bed, leaning forward and clasping his hands together.

“And you always do this too,” you sighed, starting to feel even more frustrated. “I complain about one thing and your immediate reaction is to apologize at least three times. I say one sentence and you ask me to define it, as if you didn’t understand me the first time. Do I really have to be spelling it out for you?”

“What would you rather have me do?”

You let out a single chuckle. Your mouth stayed agape as you could not believe that Jay did exactly what you just said he should not be doing. “Stop that,” you demanded. “Stop asking me everything and just do.”

Jay sighed before standing up and walking away. You only caught his movements through the reflection on your mirror, and you thought he was going to walk past you to go to the bathroom. He suddenly grabbed your wrist, making you drop whatever you were holding, and with one swift move he had your back against the wall, cornering you with one arm beside your head and his other hand firmly planted on your waist.

“Throwing a fit when you’re just wearing the lingerie I gifted you is not helping,” he spoke in a whisper, lips just inches away from yours. “I said I’m sorry, and I mean it. But if you’re not going to take it then let me just do.”

Hearing your exact words repeated back to you had an effect that you could not quite comprehend. The way you could feel the heat of his body against your skin, his eyes digging into yours, combined with his lips carefully grazing your chin—you instantly became a hot mess. His nails dug into your skin as he kissed you absolutely everywhere but your lips. Your neck became his blank canvas as he aggressively sucked your most sensitive spots, eliciting needy moans from your lips. You moved to grab his neck, but he yanked your hand away and pinned it above your head.

You whined in his ear as he continued to nibble on your neck, and as your other hand found its way to his belt, he was quick to pin it above your head too. Both your wrists were held up with his one hand, and he kept his other hand occupied by massaging your breast, alternating between the two.

“Jay…” you whispered, pressing your legs together.

Hearing you call his name made him press his body against yours a little harder, and you almost yelped when you felt his hardened cock pressing against your core. You were helpless, still having your hands pinned above your head, so all you could do was grind your hips against him. He hissed and placed an open mouth kiss on your cheek, even licking a stripe from there to your ear.

“Be a good girl and do as I say, will you?”

His deep voice almost vibrated within you and you could only muster a slight nod as a response. He let go of your wrists only to unbuckle his pants completely and pulling your panties to the side. Your hands rested weakly on his shoulder, and you took the time to observe his face.

You loved this man. You would do anything for him, and you would let him do anything to you.

You felt the tip of his throbbing dick graze your folds and you closed your eyes, indulging in the feeling. You were already soaking wet from the extensive ministration that Jay did on your neck and breasts, so when he slid his length into you he did not need to struggle. Your tight walls welcomed him warmly, and he clenched his jaw as he felt you wrap around him completely.

“Kiss me,” he whispered.

You pulled him by his neck and smashed your lips onto his. At the same time, he thrusted into you, lifting you up against the wall and hooking your thighs on his arms. You moaned into his mouth as you start to feel him pound into you, purposefully making your back hit the wall with each thrust.

“Wrap your legs around me and stay there,” he said after pausing to adjust your position.

You did exactly as he said and he took your hands away from his neck, pinning them above your head again. With your legs secured around his waist and his other hand digging into the flesh of your hips, he found a way to thrust into you even harder. You whimpered and bit your bottom lip, overwhelmed by the sensation.

“Don’t hold back,” he demanded in between thrusts. “Sing for me.”

Jay moved his hand and grabbed your thigh, keeping you steady as he pulled out completely. Your eyes fluttered open, wondering why your hole was clenching around nothing, and when Jay slid back into you with a force, you gasped and moaned so loud, throwing your head back and hitting it against the wall.

“That’s it,” he smirked, kissing your jawline. “That’s how loud I want you to be.”

Knowing that his moves were driving you mad, Jay let you rest your hands on his shoulder. Your fingers got tangled in his hair in an instant, and you had no reason to hold back the sinful moans and whimpers that your boyfriend was causing.

“Pull my hair, baby,” Jay muttered. He then latched his mouth on your boob as you did so, groaning against your flesh. Curses left your lips as you felt him suck hard, letting go of your nipple with a soft smacking sound and leaving trails of saliva around your chest.

Jay noticed that your grip was weakening, and you started frantically moving your hands around his neck and shoulders before finally resting on his biceps for support. He knew you were close so he continued to fuck you until your moans reached a familiar, higher pitch. You creamed on his cock without a warning and he smiled at you, kissing your cheek and whispering praises in your ear.

“That’s my girl,” he chuckled. His thrusts were getting sloppier and you were aware he was getting tired. You unhooked your feet around him and let him place you on the ground again, pulling out of you. “Take my cum, will you?”

Having regained enough strength, you immediately kneeled in front of him, taking his cock in your mouth as he guided it to you. With just a couple of strokes and a good suck, he groaned as he came in your throat. You felt the warmth coat your insides as you swallowed it all, not missing even one drip from his cock. You licked him clean and let him go with a pop before pulling away, wiping your mouth with the back of your hand.

Jay was catching his breath when he looked down at you, still kneeling in front of him as if you were waiting for the next instruction. He chuckled breathlessly as he moved to grab you by the hands, making you stand up and face him. You look into his eyes with the most lustful and adoring gaze, and without saying anything else he kissed your lips, pulling you into a warm embrace.

---

You were huddled in a small meeting room with three of your executives, discussing a new project that you came up with. The meeting went on for a couple of hours, and if it weren’t for a knock on the door you would have went on.

“Boss,” Jay greeted you in a low voice.

“Do I have somewhere else I have to be?” You asked, checking the time on the watch. “Shit. Okay, we’ll continue this meeting later. Thanks, guys.”

The sound of feet shuffling filled the room until it was just silence. Jay watched as the people left while you tidied up your belongings before standing up.

“So is it on?” Jay asked, pulling your chair back for you. “The L/N Tech Awards.”

You took a deep breath before exhaling, craning your neck from the prolonged period of sitting. “It’s gonna be tough.”

“Why? Because the people in power think education is not important?” Jay noticed the projector was still plugged in and walked over to turn it off.

When you first proposed the idea of financially supporting your staff who wanted to pursue higher education, Jay was quick to agree with you. He even came up with a proposal, and went on to consult your CFO if the idea was possible. It was a noble gesture, but as it turned out, it was definitely not an easy task to execute.

“We’ll talk later,” you replied, checking your phone for notifications. “What’s my next schedule?”

“Your usual pampering session at the Dandelions,” Jay said as he scanned the iPad in his hands with his eyes.

“Are you serious?”

Jay shrugged. “It’s Friday. It’s the middle of the month. It’s your routine.”

You really thought you had an important meeting you had to attend when Jay came inside the room, but you were grateful that he stopped the session when he needed to, meaning that he was putting yourself first.

“Thank you,” you said to him, walking to the door. “I’ll see you at home?”

Jay nodded and smiled at you, and you decided to walk up to him and plant a chaste kiss on his cheek before leaving. The way he smiled so wide it caused creases in his eyes made you laugh.

---

Having your two best friends in town for the weekend was a once in a blue moon thing, and to make sure that you make the most of your time with them, Jay excused himself to go on an overnight trip with his parents to visit his relatives in another city. You picked up Isa and Yoon at their hotel, and the younger Mr. Lee was the one on duty tonight.

“Miss,” Heeseung nodded at Isa, who volunteered to ride shotgun so not to crowd the backseat.

“Before you try anything funny,” you said, tapping Heeseung on the shoulder. He looked at you through the rear view mirror. “She has a boyfriend.”

Heeseung chuckled and saluted you through the mirror. The ride to Taehyung’s jazz club felt so short since the three of you were talking nonstop. Heeseung even took the liberty to turn down the volume of the radio so you all could hear each other better. The second you reached the club, Isa and Yoon practically jumped out of the car, leaving you fumbling for your purse.

“We’re taking the girls back to their hotel after this,” you announced, leaning forward. “I’ll call you when we’re done? It’ll probably just be a couple hours.”

“Sure.” Heeseung smiled. “Do you mind if I just take your car for a spin?”

“Yeah, do that.” You finally opened the door and got out of the car. You then leaned to the driver’s window. “Don’t do it if you’re sleepy, though.”

Heeseung saluted you again and you swatted his hand off his face. He laughed out loud before rolling up the window and you turned to find your two friends waiting impatiently by the entrance. You walked towards them and they immediately took you by your arms on both your sides as you all entered the jazz club.

You were greeted with live music playing softly, and you could hear the chatter from the people who were sitting at different tables. Isa and Yoon immediately made their way to the bar as you scanned the room, hoping to see your friend, and your mouth curved into a smile when you saw Taehyung waving at you from the table closest to the stage.

Seeing that your friends were content with the drinks they ordered, you walked to meet Taehyung halfway and greeted him with a short hug.

“So nice to see you again, Noona,” he said, not waiting until he let go of your embrace.

You rubbed your hands along his shoulders like you were a mom seeing her son after a long time. “Glad to see you’re doing fine. I brought my friends here with me.”

Turning around and pointing to your friends with your chin, you watched as Isa and Yoon raised their glass to Taehyung, to which Taehyung charmingly replied with a gentle wave and a firm nod.

“Are you with anyone?” You asked as you glanced over at his table, noticing there were about five guys huddled around it.

“Yeah, I should probably tell you,” Taehyung cleared his throat. He then looked around like he was searching for someone.

“If it isn’t Miss L/N…”

Before turning to face the person behind you, you looked at Taehyung with widened eyes. He, in response, sucked the air between his teeth and gave you an apologetic smile. You spun around and of course your ex, who was also one of Taehyung’s closest friends, was the one standing in front of you.

“Mr. Kim.” You forced the politest smile on your face. You almost forgot how tall he was, having not seen him in years. Calling each other by your last names was a thing that didn’t seem to wear off with time.

He leaned in to greet you, and at first you thought he was just going to hug you like Taehyung did, but he kissed your cheek ever so lightly and you had to fight yourself from flinching. You could feel, and hear, Taehyung slowly backing away from the two of you.

“I’d ask how you are, but I know you hate that question,” Namjoon chuckled after finishing his sentence. He then briefly eyed your outfit before smiling. “You look good.”

You wonder why your appearance was always the first thing your exes would comment on whenever they bump into you. But then again, you realized it was the safest topic for small talk. You quickly assessed Namjoon’s outfit before returning the compliment. He was wearing all black, a turtleneck paired with dress pants, and a belt with gold details that matched his watch. You didn’t get a chance to eye his shoes, though.

“You too,” you replied, keeping things brief. You looked over at your friends in a desperate need to find an excuse to leave, but they were too preoccupied with their phones and talking to each other that they did not even notice you were face-to-face with the ex that you, arguably, couldn’t stand the most.

“I assume everything’s going well? With the company, I mean,” Namjoon spoke in a certain calmness that was somehow bothering you.

“Yes, as you can see I am still alive and not stressed,” you said, gesturing to your face. You were so proud of the makeup and hairdo that you just did and in your mind you were cursing yourself because Namjoon was the one who gets to see it, and not Jay. “I guess the gang is still going strong.”

You questioned your own choice of words as you looked at the table of six people, with Taehyung rejoining the group. Namjoon smiled fondly at his friends before looking back at you.

“Some of us have been busy here and there but we get together once in a while. Luckily Tae opened this club so we have a proper basecamp now.”

You chuckled at the comment and took a moment to listen to the live music. It created the sweetest and warmest atmosphere and you slightly feel guilty for enjoying yourself without Jay around.

“Did you come alone?”

“No.”

You were almost stunned by how fast you responded to Namjoon’s question. He blinked for a second, obviously taken aback, but then he followed your gesture and saw the two friends you were pointing at. The corners of his mouth turned upwards, looking relieved.

“Well, I don’t want to intrude on your quality time,” he said, putting a hand on his chest and smoothing his outfit down. “I’ll see you around.”

You merely smiled as you let him walk back towards his table. You quickly regained yourself and safely found your place between your two friends.

“Was that just…” Isa squinted her eyes, focusing her gaze on Taehyung’s table.

“Were you talking to Namjoon?” Yoon asked, lowering her voice.

“Stop staring!” You half-whispered, half-screamed. The two of them quickly shot their heads back to face you. They couldn’t make out the expression you were making. Heck, you couldn’t even identify the emotion you were feeling.

“He looks good,” Isa said, still staring from the corner of her eyes. Yoon smacked her arm and she winced. “What? I’m just saying.”

“He does seem to be oozing a lot more confidence than usual, huh?” You toyed with Yoon’s glass, making her order a new drink for you. “Do you think he’s already dating someone new?”

“Why would you care?” Yoon asked you back. “Did you tell him about Jay?”

Your hands froze as you were unable to answer Yoon right away. Jay was constantly there on the back of your mind, yet you never got the chance to mention his name. Great, you thought. You once gave Jay a whole lecture about how men never mentioned having a girlfriend until they were asked, and now you were one of those men.

“What am I supposed to do now?” Your voice sounded unsure. For the first time in forever, you wavered.

“Pray and hope you don’t talk to him ever again,” Isa stated, shrugging as she chugged down her drink. “This is a great song.”

Isa was referring to the live music that had shifted into something more upbeat. People started gathering at the dance floor, gently swaying to the sound of the instruments playing.

“Let’s go do what we’re here for,” Yoon said, reaching out a hand to both you and Isa. “Have fun.”

Isa took Yoon’s hand but you didn’t. They both looked at you questionably before you shook your head.

“You girls go.” You smiled at them reassuringly. “I’m just gonna text Jay for a bit.”

Isa pouted at you and Yoon mouthed okay before dragging Isa to the gathering crowd. You swiftly took your phone out of your handbag and unlocked your phone. In the middle of texting, you felt a figure approaching you. You thought it was Yoon who came back to grab her half empty drink, but as you turned to face the person, you lost your balance and almost fell from the stool.

“Shit,” Namjoon grabbed your elbow, supporting it with his own arm. “Please be careful.”

Not again.

You wanted to be the one who started the conversation and steer the topic to the right direction, but Namjoon was just too eager to say whatever was on his mind, so all you could do was listen.

“Listen,” Namjoon cleared his throat. “I know you probably don’t want to have anything to do with me anymore, and that this conversation might seem like a nightmare to you, but I just want you to know that I’m sorry. For making it seem like you were the bitch in our story, when in fact it was me.”

You frowned as you looked at Namjoon. He was avoiding eye contact. He chuckled as he brushed his thumb over his lips nervously, looking away and just staring into the distance.

“I know it seems like a long shot, but I would just love to stay friends with you.” Namjoon fixed his posture before finally regaining the courage to look you in the eyes. “Even better, if you’d give me a second chance.”

You let out a single chuckle, not believing what you were hearing. To be brutally honest, and hoping no one would ever know, when you saw him minutes ago as he popped up behind you, you felt like you were looking at someone else. It was Namjoon, still, but there was this sense of… you did not even know how to put it into words. You were just certain that it was bothering you, and it made you feel guilty. Was he becoming attractive again in your eyes?

“Oh, Joon,” you finally responded, shaking your head. “I have a boyfriend.”

Namjoon stared at you for so long that you were getting concerned because he wasn’t blinking. “You do?” His voice almost came out like a squeak.

You laughed and picked up your phone, showing your lock screen. It was a picture of you and Jay in Mykonos, standing in front of the café that gave you a free drink. In the picture, you had your arms wrapped tightly around Jay’s waist as his arm was resting around your shoulder, his face leaning in to give you a kiss on your temple. It was a full shot of the two of you because it was the owner of the café who took it.

“Well that was fucking embarrassing.” Namjoon sat on the bar stool beside you, facing the bar and burying his face in both his hands. You felt bad but you still laughed at him, patting his shoulder in an attempt to console him. “I’m sorry, I didn’t know.”

“How could you?” You shrugged, turning to face the bar too so he wouldn’t feel to exposed if you faced him.

“You never post about him on Instagram.”

“You check my Instagram? I thought I blocked you everywhere?”

Namjoon fell silent for a while and you chuckled again. He then groaned and you found it best to just keep your laughter silent.

“I only follow a few people on Instagram on my private account. You know that,” Namjoon said, finally defending himself. You nodded at his statement.

“Well, I don’t post about him because…” Your voice trailed off. You had to think of the real reason why you had not been posting about Jay on any of your socials. Was it because you wanted to gatekeep him? Was it because you wanted people to think you were still single? Were you a bitch either way for doing so?

“I get it,” Namjoon cut you off. “Some people don’t like seeing other people happy, and I get it if you want to just gatekeep your happiness. I just wish you would have stopped me when I was in the middle of my speech.”

You laughed silently again, gently punching him on the shoulder. He laughed with you, wrinkles forming in the corners of his eyes.

“So who’s the lucky guy?” Namjoon asked. This time he was brave enough to look at you.

You smiled to yourself as you looked at your phone. “His name is Jay and he makes me very, very happy.”

The way your face beamed just by thinking of him was very apparent to Namjoon that you were indeed feeling the most content. His hand lay flat on the bar as he thought hard of the next words he was supposed to say.

“Well, if you’re happy then I’m happy for you too,” he declared, still looking at you. “Truly.”

You finally looked back at him and caught the way his stare was so sincere.

“Thank you,” you replied, smiling back at him.

You turned to face the dancefloor and spotted Isa and Yoon just swaying side to side, enjoying the music and taking photos of each other. You smiled as you take your phone and aim it at them, capturing the moment for them to look at later on. As much as you wanted to join in the fun, your heart suddenly ached for Jay, wishing that he was the one keeping you company and sitting beside you.

-END-

© forjongseong 2022, all rights reserved

another author’s note: another cameo surprise, this time by yours truly, leader of the world Mr. Kim Namjoon (lol) he is, in fact, the famous ex mentioned back in part 2. will he appear in more parts? only time will tell.

read the next chapter: falling autumn

[one-lonely-whumperfly]

(Okay, so I am continuing this, I really liked it. This is a sort of prologue to what happened in that one though)

[Villain's perspective]

Vigilante had been missing for three days.

He had made plans with Villain to meet up, finally have a night off where they could just be together. Villain put off any "diabolical" plans so they'd be able to enjoy themselves. But, when the time for their dinner reservations came, Vigilante never showed up.

And didn't answer his phone.

And didn't show up anywhere.

For. Three. Days.

So many thoughts swam through Villain's head. Vigilante may as well have more enemies than both Villain and Hero combined, so any one of them could've taken him. So Villain started a mental list, and checked each and every possible person.

The Devil's Duo-- such an awful name, Vigilante always joked-- knew nothing. Villain was sure of it after dipping them both knee-deep into hydrochloric acid. They confessed to dozens of crimes, but taking Vigilante wasn't one of them.

Four days.

The four local gangs of the city were next. Villain was meticulous, interrogating every single member, until he knew none of them were lying.

Seven days.

It was when he had just finished roughing up one of the local, horribly corrupt politicians, making damn sure they knew nothing they weren't revealing, when Hero and Sidekick showed up.

"Villain, I hear you've been causing quite a ruckus."

Villain growled. "How about you fuck off, Golden Boy, and let me work." He started out of the alley.

"Sidekick?"

At Hero's command, Sidekick shot out a blast of ice cold wind from his hands, striking Villain and causing him to fall back. Villain cursed.

"Good job, Sidekick. Now you head back to the car. I want to have a conversation with Villain, here."

"Okay, Hero." Sidekick nodded and left the alley.

"I don't have time for you today." Villain growled as he got back to his feet, reaching to draw his sword.

But he weren't quick enough. In a flash, Hero had him knocked to the ground, pinning him by the throat. Damn super strength.

"Get the fuck off of me!"

"Stay down, Villain. You don't want anything happening to Vigilante, do you?"

Villain froze at those words. His eyes widened.

"You."

Hero grinned, savoring the look on Villain's face at the realization. "Yes. Me." He released Villain and stood, brushing off his clothes. "I found out about your little 'situationship' with Vigilante. Even caught him on his way to see you. He looked so cute, dressed up in a little button-down shirt with a tie and everything." He paused, smirking. "The tie made a great gag when he tried to yell."

Villain was burning inside, fear and rage prickling under his skin. He went to speak, but Hero continued.

"He even had a gift for you. So cute. I believe the note on it said... early birthday gift? Sorry I can't tell you what it was, I tossed it out of the car on the way to my place. Vigilante looked heartbroken to lose it. Maybe it's still out there." Hero's voice was far too happy.

"Y...you're lying." Villain forced the words out. He knew it wasn't true, but a small part of him was just hoping, pleading with whatever higher power that existed for Hero to be lying, trying to deceive and hurt him.

Hero seemed to be waiting to hear that. Silently, he pulled two pictures out of his pocket and tossed them next to Villain. Villain picked them up, hands shaking, and felt the air leave his lungs all at once.

The first picture was of Vigilante, it was impossible to deny. Villain immediately recognized that bright orange hair, bangs tied up slightly to stay out of his face, and bright, light blue eyes. The shirt he was wearing was one Villain even gave him. Vigilante was standing in front of a wall with his hands up. He was glaring and scowling at someone behind the camera, presumably Hero.

He doesn't look hurt... he doesn't look hurt.

That was the only little relief Villain felt... only for that to quickly fade away with the second image.

Vigilante was in the same position, same clothes, same hair... but he looked so much worse. His mouth was taped shut, his wrists were chained to the ceiling, and he had tears in his eyes. Villain could make out bruises on his face, his wrists, his neck-- oh God, how injured was he? What really broke Villain was seeing his broken glasses. He knew how important those were for Vigilante--

Hero knelt down beside Villain, lifting his chin gently so their eyes locked. "If you step out of line, do anything you shouldn't, or even show your face around the city, Vigilante will be paying for it. Understood?"

Villain couldn't speak. He just nodded.

"Good boy." Hero patted his cheek and smirked, standing. He started to walk away, but stopped.

"And don't even think about telling someone. Who's going to believe a villain over the city's most important and beloved hero?"

Once Hero was gone, Villain collapsed into sobs.

(Hope you guys like it! This will definitely end up being a little series. I'll need to name them xD Also, for the photos, the picrew is: https://picrew.me/image_maker/207627)

[heart-cream]

KYAHHHH PUPPET!YUU/MC

Kinda headcanons?kinda scenarios? Idfk

Btw this was rushed and sucks

TW: death,arguments controlled yuu[?] And bad grammer

♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡

Finding out!♡♡

Its was just a meeting in the library with the staff and housewardens so why is everyone yelling?

"WHY DO YOU ALWAYS GOT TO FOLLOW EVERY SINGLE ORDER YOUR GIVEN LIKE A DAMN PUPPET!?" A teacher yelled at yuu/mc leaving all the wardens and staff staring at yuu/mc's response.

"BECAUSE I AM A FUCKING PUPPET WHAT THE FUCK DID YOU EXPECT I WAS CREATED TO SERVE HERE TO SAVE ALL THE LIFES THE GREAT SEVEN ARENT HERE TO SAVE!" Yuu/mc yelled back.

The room went silent....

...............

"Yuu/mc would do you mean, please say your joking." Somebody said in desperation. someone who WASN'T supposed to be there.

Everyone turned to the door.

Standing there

Was the first years, ace and deuce being the people who said the last sentence.

"Yuu/mc?" Sebek said under a whisper

"Its true. I was sent here by a god, for sins the great seven did that were not fixed these past few centuries. If you look in the old books you'll see my name. I wasn't seng from another world it was a backstory given to me. I dont even have a sense of right or wrong I just do whatever they say." Yuu/mc said.

Suddenly yuu/mc fell on their knees while strings started to appear on their limbs alot of strings wrapped on their neck they were inhumanely pulled up with them looking passed out with their knees bent foward while looking down. They were dragged to the restricted section of the library and forced to lift their hand. Only the staff and first years followed staff for safety and first years bc their dumb.[the housewardens were forced to leave]

Their hand glowed purple while a book was almost magnetically pulled to their hand. A book with a key lock on the front cover. Yuu/mc put their hand in a fist and blew into it crushed it. There was a key in their hand.

About to unlock it they will tackled down-by ace

"WHAT THE HELL?"

Yuu/mc yelled but it wasn't their voice.

The dumb first years held them down while yuu did everything they could at the moment without fully hurting them. Hitting them with a key and thrashing. Epel stood over them with a pair of scissors in his hand. Not sure what to do but slowly knelt down and cut the many strings.

"KYAAAAAHHHHHHHH"

The actual yuu/mc came back but they hurriedly got something out of their pocket a mini book. And scrolled to page 715. It was a spell to set them free. No longer in control of the god. They asked the first years to recite the spell to set them free. Like told they did so. Yuu fell down in a fetal position and with tired eyes turned on their back to look up.

"I'm a little scared haha..." yuu lightly said knowing this was their first and last time out of the grasps of the god.

"I'm sorry for not being strong enough..." yuu continued while the first years held their hands. A few breaths later, yuu was dead.

☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆

Years later yuu is still remembered. Students upset not being able to say bye to yuu. Yuu had finally escaped the same cycle.

This is the way you wanted it to be isnt it yuu?"

[dangerous-advantage]

write donatello trying and failing to play a video game and having to call raph in

ok, here’s what i got B)

“You’re gonna fail.”

“I am not going to– Nardo, I swear to all that is holy – GODDAMMIT.”

Donnie tossed his control at the floor and stood, mouth hanging open in shocked anger. “That was rigged. That was rigged.”

Leo, hunched over and gasping for air between his laughter, cackled even louder. 

“Admit it!” he crowed. “Admit that you have been bested by a game made for seven year olds.” 

“I have not been ‘bested’ by anything!” Donnie growled. He whipped around to face him. “‘Hello Kitty: Diamond Dress-Up Adventure’ was made BY and FOR the devil-llllllll himself!” 

Leo made a noise like he’d been punched and sank to his knees, shoulders shaking with violent laughter. 

Mikey, sitting criss-cross on the carpet, flicking through images on his phone, stated innocently, “It’s okay to be bad at videogames, Donald. Admitting it is the first step to getting help.” 

“You traitor,” Donnie accused. Mikey shrugged, not looking up. 

The train car creaked, and a large hand pushed the curtain back that was shielding them from the outside. Raph peeked his head in. 

“Hey, uh, is everything okay in here? I heard yelling, so…”

Leo, from his place on the floor, wiped a legitimate tear from his eye and coughed. “Okay,” he began, “okay, so–”

“Leo,” Donnie interrupted, holding out the word, “I will hurt you.” 

“Nobody’s hurting anybody,” Raph said, rolling his eyes. He stepped inside and glanced at the screen. His face deepened into a frown. “Is that…?”

“Mhm!” Mikey called. “‘Hello Kitty: Diamond Dress-Up Adventure!” It’s a great game, don’t you think? The ‘white-and-pink heroine has prepared a great collection of puzzles just for you! Whether you enjoy classic mazes, like memory games or dynamic puzzles, you’ll have fun! Play games like–’” 

“I will make your everything hurt!” shrieked Donnie, launching himself toward his orange-est brother. 

Mikey scrambled out of the way, but Raph stepped between them, scooping Donnie up and holding him out in the air. Donnie thrashed and snapped at him, but Raph was unamused. 

“First off, from the context, I’m assuming this is the part where I say: Donnie, it’s just a game. Second off–” 

He dropped Donnie and strode forward, snatching the controller off of the floor. “I can’t believe we still have this!” He sat heavily on the couch. “I used to love this game.” 

The other three stared at him in shock. 

“I– this was your game?” Leo asked. 

“Yup!” Raph answered, flashing a snaggle-toothed grin. “April gave it to me. I guess you guys wouldn’t remember, but I played it all the time. I never could finish that last level, though.” His face took on a contemplative expression. 

(and that’s how far i got. hope you enjoyed my little warm-up!)

[loverlylight]

My thoughts on last night, warning that this is very long and rambly, I tried to insert a read-more but it doesn't seem to work anymore and I couldn't find any info about how to get it to work so... apologies. These are also all just unedited thoughts I just wrote down last night and today while I still had everything fresh, so it's probably not super coherent.

That was amazing

-I was right, Ray's smile is fatal in real life. It's too beautiful. I am deceased now. He is also just beautiful in general, I don't generally yell to men I don't know that I love them, but yeah. He had a ponytail and grinned so much and he grinned in my general direction several times and I am dead

- Mikey OWNS the stage. He was moving around and grinning and making so much eye contact and I know he's like that generally nowadays but he was KILLING IT last night

-They all looked in my general direction various times, there was one time when Frank looked in our direction and a bunch of us waved and he smiled at us

-Gerard said at the end that he was dealing with a headache, but he was still so amazing. There was one point where he turned to each section of the crowd and said hi to everyone, it was great

-He also did some other fun stuff, like running around the stage and wrapping the cord around his neck, and he did lead us in some stuff and he was very pretty and that shirt made it very obvious when he was just like... DRENCHED in sweat. Also yes I appreciated the top several buttons being undone thank you Gerard

-We all sang happy birthday to Worm! Gerard mentioned how there were like eight different versions being sung and that he loved it

-The setlist was amazing, I think there was only one song I particularly wanted to hear that they didn't play but they played both Fashion Statement AND Vampires and I had thought beforehand it'd be awesome to hear those two but figured they probably wouldn't play them so I can live without Vampire Money. Also I remember thinking in the time leading up to the show that I really wanted to hear Planetary (Go!) but I wasn't going to hope for it but they did play it and it was great

-My voice is WRECKED, I only bought one water bottle and my throat was raw by the third song but I still kept scream-singing with every song as much as I could. It's a bit better this morning but it's still sore and I'm trying to drink tea+honey to see if that helps

-There was one point at the end when Ray was bouncing so much and it was very much a mood, I really wish I could find video of that moment 'cause he just looked so energetic and happy and into the music and he also jumped pretty high which I thought was cool

-Apparently if you keep standing for hours on end you're fine, but if you're then seated for three hours and stand up again your legs turn to jelly at that point

-I say standing but I was bouncing the whole time because I cannot and do not attempt to dance but I can and do jump in place when I'm excited so I did. ...I also bounced while in line for merch and didn't really notice anyone else do so and I was like do none of y'all stim? (Speaking of, SO much happy stimming on my end last night, it was just... yeah~) I did have to alternate between full on bouncing and just doing those little knee-bend bounces because my legs would get tired

-I was so sad that I missed both opening acts because I was in line for merch (I got inside around seven and got in line for merch around 7:15 and it took over an hour and a half to get to the merch table), but they were loud enough we could hear them outside the stadium proper and I did jam out a bit in line. I did manage to get to my seat in time to see and cheer for the vacuum guy, so that was great!

-Speaking of merch, they weren't selling any mystery shirts where I went, which was disappointing, but I did get a tote, beanie, and the Boy Zone short so that was great~

-I didn't take any pictures or anything (I mean, I took one of the drum and one of vacuum guy but none during the actual show) because I didn't want to break my immersion, so I'm extra grateful for everyone else who takes pictures and videos and uploads them. Obviously they can't capture those "they're interacting with the crowd in my general direction" moments, but even if I did have my phone out I wouldn't have been able to capture those.

-There were different times when it seemed like each band member made eye contact with me and I know logically they didn't but I'm letting myself have this

-It really is just so surreal. It was so much fun and I got to see them live and just... I'm not good at living in the moment but last night I was there and we were all there and it was stunning

-When we were making our way out, someone in the audience yelled to the rest of the audience something like "attention! You are all beautiful!" and I feel like that really encapsulated the feeling of the night

-You know what Ray said about how people should feel after a MCR show. Yeah that's accurate

[writerleo86]

Terravenger - Season 5: Part One - Episode 404 - Mid Season Finale (Do Not Copy)

   At the large bridge on Taurus Road, many soldiers had surrounded the mysterious Seven of Nine.

   Then the ailing counselor Mercury stood on his feet and walked slowly toward the guarded cyborg.

   He soon told Seven of Nine "I would like to thank you for what you did today. You have never met any of us. But you risked your life to protect us."

   And the soldiers along with the pair -- Orion and C.J. Carr -- had taken the young cyborg away.

   After that, Mercury fell to his knees and gave out a soft smile. His student -- Tai Ravenstone -- hurried to him with worry.

   "Lemme help you," He told Mercury.

   The counselor kindly shook his head. Tai soon wrapped the left arm of Mercury around his shoulders. Then Tai helped him from the ground.

   "We may have won a victory today," Mercury implied. "But it may be a long while before this war is decided."

   "We'll get them Counselor," Tai told him. "We got this far. Two of them things are dead. That should count for somethin'."

   Mercury shook his head and Tai replied "We gotta hit these things where they live. They gotta have a base around somewhere."

   After that, the serene counselor had turned to Tai.

   "What's wrong?" questioned Tai. "Did I say somethin' wrong?"

   Mercury gave a soft laugh and responded "You have come a long way since we had our very first meeting."

Mercury's thoughts:

A few years ago, someone had knocked on the door of the Counselor's Office.

A male voice politely yelled "Come in!"

The door opened and a younger Tai Ravenstone found the new counselor sitting at his desk.

"Are you busy?" asked Tai.

The calm Mercury nodded his head and answered "No, no. Please take a seat."

After he closed the door, Tai sat on the chair across from the emotionless man.

Tai soon took a deep breath and said "I just wanna personally welcome you to the Academy."

"You are Commander Ravenstone's eldest son," Mercury implied. "I figured I would meet with you eventually."

Tai gave out a huge smile as he scratched the back of his head with his left fingers.

"What can I do for you?" asked Mercury.

   Mercury gave another soft laugh and he implied "I had a feeling you were quite the nervous one during that time. And that seemed out of character for you."

   Tai placed his left hand on the back of his head as he gave a wild laugh.

   "It was forever since I met you!" Tai described. "I remember though. I was damn nervous! I didn't know what to say!"

   "You only went by your feelings," replied Mercury. "I can understand the predicament you were in. Many of the other students were quite the same. But you, Tai Ravenstone. I have sensed something special in your soul once we met in my office."

Episode 404:  Going Forward

   Running on the sidewalk of White Oak Street was the worried Rose Avery along with the hooded student called Dusk.

   Rose thought to herself "I am almost there! Just wait a little longer, Tiger! I'm on my way to get you!"

   On the top of the DSL Boutique building, a few soldiers along with the Paigettes club continued to defend themselves as well as the area from more of the cybernetic beings.

   Iris Thomas spat a barrage of acid from her mouth to burn the cybernetic beings marching toward her. Cassidy Lawrence pushed a long string of yellow energy in a spiral form to bash away two of the enemies. And the other member of the Paigettes gave a swarm of slashes with a pair of small sickles.

   She was Cleo Regal. She had dark-brown eyes and great skin. She had black paint covering her eyes as well as black lipstick. She wore a white outfit with long black leggings and a thin golden belt. She had on short black boots, long black warmers around her arms, and black gloves. She also had a golden medallion around her neck with a small red jewel at the center. And her MAF badge was placed on the middle of her chest.

   As Cleo fought her best against the swarm of cyborgs that marched around her, the leader of the Paigettes -- Paige McCormack -- blew small balls of golden energy from her palms to the cyborgs standing around her as she was on the ledge of the building.

   Suddenly, a small blade from the pistol that was on the right wrist of a cyborg had stabbed the back of the blind Cleo.

   Paige quickly turned around and she yelled "CLEO!"

   More cyborgs around her began stabbing Cleo as well. Then tears slowly fell from her eyes as Paige watched her friend slowly fall to her knees. And Paige gave out a loud yell.

   At the door of the Marion Library, two cyborgs were popped away. And the lieutenant of the Midas Academy -- Victoria Sidney -- walked out from the building. She was joined by her faithful husband, Officer Gavin Deorceage.

   As Gavin placed his right hand forward, the two cyborgs floated from the ground. Then the officer balled his hand into a fist which made both bodies of the enemies form into large spheres.

   Inside the library, the soldiers from Midas City along with Ayr Alistar and Declan Sharpe continued to attack the swarm of cyborgs.

   Victoria walked closer to the floating cyborgs and snapped her right fingers. The bodies of the cyborgs were finally covered in fire.

   Running toward the Playground Area at the Midas Academy were both students, Jade Fenmore and Akari Mido. And they spotted two other students -- Dilan Carr and Clay Wilcox.

   "Akari!" cried Clay. "I'm glad ya alright!"

   Akari hurried to him and hugged Clay as Dilan stood by his right side.

   Dilan asked "Have any of you heard from Tai?"

   "Not yet!" answered Jade. "It's been hours since I talked to him!"

   The small buddy of clay called Bob flew toward his left shoulder as Clay told everyone "I'm sure he'll be okay. This is Tai we're talkin' about here!"

   At the parking lot in front of Q-Z Mart, Colby Fox sat down on the top of an empty car as he healed Laura Griffin using a green light surrounding his hands. Meanwhile, the customers sat around them in peace.

   "Everything's okay," said Colby. "Jon finished the last of those monsters. We should be safe for now."

   After her right wrist was healed, Laura lowered her head and gave out a relieved smile.

   Inside the store, Jonny Griffin stood at the entrance as he stared at the bodies of the cyborgs that laid in every area.

   "Hey there Mates!"

   And both Colby and Laura spotted a small army of soldiers from the Midas Academy walking forward. Among the soldiers were two captains -- Rian Simms and McKennah Roberts.

   Cheetah hurried to the pair and he reported "Look what I found! They were passin' through the highway! Lucky us!"

   "Is everyone okay?" asked Rian.

   Laura shook her head and answered "Don't mind me. Fox had just finished patching me up. The civilians did their best at protecting this area."

   "I'm just glad the Griffin sibs came in time!" Cheetah informed the captains. "We were gonna get creamed by dem bastard machines!"

   And McKennah replied "My uncle will be glad that everyone here is alright too."

   In the Principal's Office at the Midas Academy, Bryan Chaolan clicked on his cell phone and reported to his commander.

   "Everyone at the Q-Z Mart are safe as well Sir. It was reported by Officer Roberts that both Jon and Laura Griffin hurried there at the right time."

   And Sage Wood reported "Everyone at DSL and Fenmore's all made it too. But Archer left base to find Tiger."

   Beau who sat at his desk lowered his head.

   And Bryan implied "Tiger must be in serious trouble. We still haven't heard from officers Orion or Carr. They were stationed to the Taurus Road Bridge where some of our soldiers appeared along with one of those machines."

   Then a worried Bryan turned to his commander and added "Your older son and the Counselor were also at the bridge."

   "Tai and Mercury?" cried Wood.

   Beau soon stared at his desk with fear in his eyes.

   "Please be safe, the both of you," He thought. "Especially you, my son. I have no idea what to do if anything happened to you."

   "I know you're worried abut Tai," Bryan told him. "I'm worried about Mercury as well."

   "Those two will be alright," Wood replied. "The Counselor is a powerful warrior. He was a knight of Morah for Pete's sake!"

   "And Tai," added Bryan. "He is strong and resourceful. They'll both be fine. You'll see Sir."

   And Beau shook his head with a relieved smile.

   At the large bridge on Taurus Road, Tai continued to hold on to him as the serene Mercury stared at the shiny blue sky.

   "Many of our men had died to keep our nation protected," said Mercury. "We should honor the fallen by coming on top against the machines."

   Tai shook his head and replied "I can't believe Monty's gone too. He was swell for an older guy."

   "I too am sad for Rico Montoya's loss," Mercury told him. "He, Durant, Treis. They will be a part of those that will be missed by every person of the city."

   At the bottom of the Glen Railroad Tollway bridge, the noble Eli continued to fight against the swarm of cybernetic beings marching for him as Ren held the small girl while they hid at the corner.

   Then one of the cyborgs appeared Eli and placed a short blade from the pistol on their left wrist through the boy's chest.

   "ELI!" yelled Ren.

   "Stay back!"

   After he burned the body of that enemy, Eli slowly backed away as he was still surrounded by the swarm of emotionless enemies.

   "Stay with that girl!" Eli told him. "I'll be alright!"

   Suddenly, another blade struck his right shoulder. And Eli slowly fell on his knees.

   "No!" cried Ren. "Eli!"

   One of the cybernetic warriors stood behind Eli and wrapped their right arm around the student's neck. After that, another of the enemies walked toward him and stabbed Eli's chest using small blades that emerged from their right fingers.

   Meanwhile, something was revealed behind Tai and Mercury as they both stood at the edge of the Taurus Road Bridge. And the pair looked forward with fear in their eyes.

   This was a regular-sized male humanoid with a muscular figure. He had dark skin and long blue hair growing from the right side of his head. The color of his lips were green. And his right eye was covered in darkness. He had a large circular plate worn as a pad on his left shoulder. Two wires from the plate had lowered to a long band covering his left wrist with silver armor. He also had a mechanical implant covering his left eye with a large lens shining red. On the right part of his topless chest was a silver circle implanted with the number 2 printed in red. And he wore long black leggings with his waist covered in metallic armor.

   The newcomer slowly placed his left fist forward. His fist soon turned into a long silver cannon which blew a large wave of gray energy. The projectile had fired at the back of the two warriors. And both Mercury and Tai slowly fell face down on the ground.

   After his left hand reformed, the muscular cyborg turned away and began walking forward as his two victims remained on the ground. And wind started blowing from the right side.

[sylverstorms]

Cassandra x Maiden----Anonymity

Three months, two days and seven hours.

That is how long you’ve been in Dimitrescu castle for. If rumor is to be believed, you are well on your way to setting the year’s record for longest living maid. Well. ‘Maid’, according to their perception. Your mind always automatically corrects it to something more fitting:

Prisoner.  

You did not choose to work for them. You did not choose to be in this godforsaken place, cleaning crimson stains off the floors, trying to convince yourself the wailing that sometimes reaches your ears is simply the wind. You never would have imagined your life’s end like this, serving wine –no, who are you kidding, it’s too crimson for that— to the Dimitrescus at dinner until one of them snaps and drives the nearest blade into your throat.

Probably Daniela.

It’s not unheard of. And stories of other maids’ murders are plenty.

Daniela has bitten one’s throat off for the crime of addressing her wrongly. Cassandra has left increasingly deep gashes, some of which resulted in deaths, for random offenses, like staring at her for too long. Bela, arguably the more merciful of the three, has snapped necks only when the staff disrespected her sisters’ names, or her mother’s.

You aren’t sure if you want to thank the older maids for this information or yell at them for the nightmares it has caused you. You are lucky to not be in the village, they say –everyone there must already be dead. You are even luckier to have been taken from the dungeon by the Lady herself. It means the daughters don’t know you and the castle is big enough that they may never spare you a glance.

You hadn’t believed it, at first.

Yet in the three months of your stay, you have never come across anyone other than Bela in the sections you were assigned to clean and polish. She passed you by the hallway like she did the decorations and the furniture –and you couldn’t be happier about it. You have caught scarce glimpses of Alcina Dimitrescu, too. Never the other two residents.

Not until the fateful day another maid disappears and the staff’s assigned posts change. You have no say in it and no power to object.

May as well keep my head down and continue to work as carefully as I have. That is the idea. Not to look too much, or think too much, or feel too much. Avoid mistakes because those in the castle are fatal.  

It is a little difficult to remain utterly calm when the sound of swarming insects comes from far behind you, though.

Your blood starts to kick in your veins. Your heart wants to jump out of your chest and make a run for it. You lock your muscles down and summon all the willpower you possess to stay focused on your task.

Please be Bela, please, please, be Bela—

The buzzing dies down. Steps approach you in the otherwise silent hallway. They are too light to be Bela’s. You’re probably screwed, you think, but you keep cleaning the surface in front of you until it’s practically a mirror with how it shines.

The steps halt too close to you for comfort. Out of the corner of your eye, you realize they’ve left bloody imprints on the floor you’ve been polishing for hours now. Dainty, pale fingers are wrapped loosely, almost lazily, around a sickle dripping crimson.    

“Never seen you around, before.” the sound of her voice makes you freeze.

You stop and turn— to face none other than Cassandra Dimitrescu. Her hood is down, brunette waves on point, the dried blood at her chin a terrible contrast to her otherwise attractive face. You… didn’t know she was that pretty, up close.

“I… I have been here for three months. On the opposite wing.” you say. Was I even supposed to reply? You’ll find out soon enough, if your tongue is still attached to your body.

Her eyes give you a quick once-over. “Bela’s been keeping you a secret, huh.” she tsks. Her free hand goes to the handle of the door next to you… and only then do you realize it must be her bedroom. You’re literally assigned to clean the wolf’s den. “Come wake me up when the sun has set, completely.” she emphasizes.

What.

“Uh—”

The crimson-dyed sickle moves until its blade rests underneath your chin, lifting it so your eyes meet hers. From this angle, under the pale lighting of dawn, they look more –stunning— blue than inhuman gold. “No loud sounds. No lights. Got it?”

How can you not, when your life depends on it?

“Yes, my lady.” you reply. You don’t even dare draw breath.

“Good.” In one swift movement, the sickle is gone, the handle turned and she’s already shedding her robe.

You catch a glimpse of a black corset and a narrow waist before you avert your eyes.

The door shuts.

...

Waking Cassandra up can be… tricky, the other maids tell you.

She detests light when she opens her eyes but she also doesn’t want it to be pitch black. You’re not supposed to talk but you can’t shake her, either. Which brings you to the very logical question:

“What the hell am I supposed to do, then?”

To which they have no answer.

They have no answer, you realize with a start… because there’s nobody alive to tell the tale of how to actually wake the brunette sleeping beauty up without simultaneously signing their own death sentence.

The hours pass both too slow and too fast. The sun sets over the horizon.

And you stand, riddled with nerves, outside Cassandra’s room.

A deep inhale later, you turn the handle. The door is left half-open so a bit of light comes in from the hallway. Her bedroom smells like shampoo, bath salts and spices. She must have taken a shower before she went to sleep. You approach the figure tucked under the silken sheets of the queen-sized bed…

Cassandra is lying on her side, one hand underneath her pillow, the other extended loosely towards the edge of the mattress. She probably sleeps naked, at least from the waist up, but thankfully the covers are wrapped around her chest. Their royal red color makes a stark contrast against the paleness of her skin.

Her face is so… serene.

She is a monster and a sadistic killer, yet right there you can’t deny she looks more like a renaissance painting.

Now onto the hard part.

“My lady… the sun has set.” you whisper, kneeled on the floor beside her. No movement comes. “Hey… I’m here to wake you up?” you try again. Still nothing. Shakily, you bring your hand up to the bed. Not daring to touch her, you leave it beside hers, over the covers. “Cassandra?”

She turns her face deeper into her pillow –no, no, you don’t think it’s cute, what’s wrong with you— but at least she’s finally reacting. You call her name one more time.

Her nose scrunches up a little. Long fingers flex –and they touch yours. She’s cold. A pair of blueish ambers blink open to regard you. Not with malice, or with annoyance.

“Good evening.” you speak, unsure of what else to say.

A smirk slowly curves her lips. She looks like a lazy cat pondering whether or not it’s worth it to pounce and that’s not good. It’s not good, not ‘hot’ like your mind suggests. God, you’ve been in this castle so long you are starting to get messed up.

“Mm, breakfast in bed.” she grins and licks her lower lip sexily. Your eyes fly wide open, but her hand is already gripping the front of your black shirt, trapping you there.

How could you ever find this psycho attractive?! you get mad at yourself. Is she hot now that she’s going to kill you?  

But Cassandra only lets out an airy laugh and releases you. You fall backwards on your behind. “Breathe, darling, I’m joking.” She rolls onto her back and seems to wince from it. Her smile vanishes.

“…does… your back hurt?” you ask when you finally find your voice again.

“Ugh, a Lycan landed a hit on me. He’s pieces now, of course, but my muscles still pull.” she says it casually, like it’s a thing that happens.

Silence falls over the room. You take it as your cue to leave. You stand and bow while she’s looking blankly at the ceiling—

But she stops you.

“Wait. Come here.” you don’t like it when she gets that tone, like she came up with something she cannot wait to try. You’re already close to the bed, you’re not sure what she means. Until she pats the spot right next to her. “Don’t make me say it again.”

You won’t. You know what’s good for you.

Hesitantly, you take a seat on the –admittedly very comfortable— mattress. “Yes, lady?”

“Give me a massage.” she says like it’s your job, like she’s the rich woman in a spa and it’s what’s expected. She turns onto her front, bearing her naked back to you and you have less than five seconds to come to terms with the thought of straddling her.

Carefully, you bring your knees on either side of her thighs and pull the sheets so they rest low at her waist. You feel warmer than you should given the temperature of the castle. If she knows the fine teasing line she’s walking, she is loving every inch of it.

Cassandra loves being the center of attention and she loves being pampered, you realize.

It’s probably amusing to her to make you fluster, but this is also an opportunity for you to get on her good graces. She is a dangerous one and it’ll be a great asset for your survival if she’s leaning favorably towards you. Win-win situation. You just have to be good at your job. Like always.

By some miracle of God, you do know how to work the tension out of muscles.

The first time you touch her, you simply rest your hands on her back to warm it. She doesn’t seem to object, from the way lean muscle stretches out under your fingers. Cassandra feels cool, but not hard like marble. Her skin yields under your touch, soft and smooth.

As you apply more pressure to your stokes, she starts to let out little sighs that you have to mute in your mind before they start to affect you. You’ve been high-strung and without sex for too long. Your body all too eagerly intercepts this death-trap as foreplay.

Minutes roll by.

You alternate between all the methods you know. The one that really seems to get her is when you drive your thumb into the knots and end with a little circle.

Cassandra is –God help you— openly moaning every time you press more. It is a bit too much pressure you’re applying though and you don’t know if you’re hurting her and she’s just into it.

“Is this too much…?” you ask. Fuck, why do you sound so breathless?

“No, it’s good.” she husks back.

“Harder?” You don’t know what innocent means, anymore.

Cassandra sends that little smirk again over her shoulder. “Harder.” she replies and the extra flair she puts into it is enough to nearly fry your brain. And other parts of you.

You’re pretty sure you need a cold shower by the time you leave her room.

...

At diner, you hang back in the shadows, gaze downcast.

You do not need to know what the Dimitrescu family is eating, nor what they’re drinking. You do not need to see Cassandra or risk catching Daniela’s gaze. You love your anonymity in the castle. It has kept you alive.

But it is shattered like frail glass when you bring another bottle of Sanguis Virginis to the table. You’ve almost retreated back to your place, when Daniela’s eyes zero in on you.

“She’s the human!” she exclaims like she’s made the world’s most startling discovery. Bela seems to understand, but the Lady and Cassandra frown over their glasses.

“I am almost afraid to ask, love.” Lady Alcina says…

And she’s right.

“The one who made Cassandra go ‘harder’ and ‘yes, yes!’ earlier this evening.” she impersonates in her sluttiest voice and then breaks into a fit of cackles. Bela’s lip twists into a withheld chuckle.

Lady Dimitrescu nearly chokes on her wine.

Cassandra slaps the back of Daniela’s head. “You’re such an idiot.”

“Girls.” Alcina warns and glares until the table calms again.

Then, her eyes curiously fall upon you.

So much for your anonymity.

Ko-Fi

[juminsmysticmc]

I looove your drunk mc x jumin, could you do the same request with 707 and Zen please?

Zen/ Saeyoung x drunk Mc 

Hey there! Neither me nor my friend @brendascorner who corrects my writing expected the Jumin one shot to blow up like that! I am honestly surprised but happy! I hope that you guys will like this version too! So please, make sure to give me some feedback! Like, comment and reblog please!

Zen

,,Yep, I will take care, Hyun… don’t worry,’’ you chuckled over the phone.

Everyone in the company could see that the two of you were just freshly in love. 

Actually, to the other ones, you seemed like a newly wed couple.

Whenever you were talking to Zen or he was watching you do something, the both of you seemed like you were daydreaming.

The love the two of you felt for each other couldn’t be said in words, but people around you knew.

And so it was only natural that your boyfriend worried when you told him that you would come home later in the evening as you wanted to go to dinner with your co-workers.

,,Zen is a very protective one, huh?’’ someone said, making you laugh and put your cellphone in your bag.

,,Indeed,’’ you laughed and followed them into the red tent to eat something and drink some good soju.

You all had a great time, laughed, told each other some funny stories and drank a lot of alcohol.

No one was paying attention to how much you drank, but the atmosphere was good one and that was everything that counted.

Perhaps you should have paid more attention…

,,Can’t you just track her Goddamn phone?!’’ Zen hissed over the phone.

He still had his facial mask on as he walked through the dark streets.

,,I’m already on it! One sec… found her!’’ Seven said on the other side of the line rather proudly.

,,Thank you, I owe you one,’’ Zen shortly said and cut the call, ready to scold you for ignoring his calls.

When he saw you almost sleeping on a table while the other women you were out with were talking to each other in a rather drunken state, he understood everything.

,,Ladies, it’s time to go home. I will call you all cab,’’ he said to everyone and tried to help you get up.

,,Yah! You!’’ you hissed. ,,Do you think that just because you have a pretty face you can hit on me? Don’t touch me. My boyfriend will be… jealous…’’ you blabbered, making him chuckle.

Zen quickly took care of the cab for the other women and made sure that everyone was brought home safely before he tried to get you home.

Although, even in your drunk state, you would never do something that would hurt your boyfriend so it was a rather hard job…

,,Woah! Mc, stop! The lights are red!’’ he cried as he tried to hold you back, leading you to your shared apartment.

,,Zenny! I’m home…’’ you groaned as soon as you arrived, quickly sitting on the floor of your entrance.

,,Baby, come on. Or do you want me to also drag you to the bathroom?’’ he asked you, more amused than annoyed…

Saeyoung

,,But why are you going without me…?“ he asked you, knees on the floor, his hands around your leg to prevent you from moving.

,,Because I have a girl's date, and you don’t seem like one… despite… looking like… one,“ you said, trying not to laugh as you saw the lipstick on his lips till up to his cheeks.

His hair was tied up with some pink and purple hair clips and he seemed to have makeup on… everywhere.

,,DADDY, THE NAIL POLISH STILL HAS TO BE DONE!“ your seven year old yelled.

You chuckled at his sad looking eyes.

,,One is trying to… I don’t know what the other one is the whole time, either pooping or crying. Don’t leave me alone with them!’’ he begged you.

You looked at him. ,,You have Saeran and Vanderwood with you. Besides, they are your children… but if you don’t want to, I will stay here and stay with you guys today,’’ you sighed, a bit annoyed as you tried to take off your jacket.

,,WAIT!’’ he suddenly called, letting go of you. ,,I didn’t mean it like that… you do so much for us… just, have fun…’’ he told you and finally let you go.

Hours passed and Saeyoung didn’t get any news from you.

By now, all the makeup on his face was washed off, the children in their bed sleeping soundly as Vanderwood and Saeran were watching some series on the big TV in the living room.

,,She is a grown up adult,’’ Saeran said as he noticed Saeyoung nervously biting his nail in front of the computer.

,,She is also very beautiful and naive. What if she get’s caught by some white haired crazy dude who lets her enter some apartment connected to some crazy organisation with a bomb in-’’

,,Are you fucking mucking me?!’’ Saeran hissed, getting angry over his past ,,mistake.’’

,,We must say that she was naive,’’ Vanderwood agreed, making Saeyoung even more nervous.

However, suddenly the door made some noises, alarming them that someone was trying to get inside but got the password wrong.

,,Hide the children!’’ Saeyoung hissed as he immediately became overprotective, just to see a few seconds later that you were almost falling asleep against the doorframe.

,,Mc, what-’’

,,I’m Mrs Choi to youuu,’’ you groaned, taking off your shoes and walking in. ,,I’m married, you know!’’ you told him, pointing your finger at him.

Saeyoung chuckled and tried to get closer to you. ,,I know that you’re married… in fact, you’re married to me… and how come you kinda smell like…’’ 

,,A bAkA… ErEn JaEgEr!’’ you joked.

Saeyoung quickly took you in his arms and brought you to the bathroom where he undressed you.

You didn’t yell or scream but rather made him do it.

,,Say, bathroom sex must be exciting, huh?’’ you asked him and while Saeyoung wondered if you were thinking he was a stranger or not, he totally agreed with you.

PS.: I don’t see Eren as a Baka anymore ( yes, I finished reading the manga...) 

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03.02.2022 // 00:40 MEST

[yurtletheturtlehenderson]

COSMIC - S1:E1; Chapter One, The Vanishing of Will Byers - [Pt. 1]

A Will Byers x Male!Reader Series

𝘖𝘯 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘸𝘢𝘺 𝘩𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘢 𝘧𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘯𝘥'𝘴 𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘴𝘦, 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘨 𝘞𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘴𝘦𝘦𝘴 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘳𝘪𝘧𝘺𝘪𝘯𝘨. 𝘏𝘢𝘷𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘨𝘳𝘰𝘸𝘯 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘥 𝘪𝘯 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘴𝘶𝘥𝘥𝘦𝘯 𝘴𝘶𝘥𝘥𝘦𝘯 𝘢𝘣𝘴𝘦𝘯𝘤𝘦, 𝘢 𝘨𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘱 𝘰𝘧 𝘧𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘴 𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘥 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘳𝘵𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘸𝘩𝘪𝘭𝘦 𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘪𝘳 𝘮𝘪𝘴𝘴𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘧𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘯𝘥.

𝐍𝐎𝐕𝐄𝐌𝐁𝐄𝐑 𝟔𝐓𝐇, 𝟏𝟗𝟖𝟑

𝐇𝐀𝐖𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐒, 𝐈𝐍𝐃𝐈𝐀𝐍𝐀

𝐇𝐀𝐖𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐒 𝐍𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐀𝐋 𝐋𝐀𝐁𝐎𝐑𝐀𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐘 𝐔.𝐒 𝐃𝐄𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐌𝐄𝐍𝐓 𝐎𝐅 𝐄𝐍𝐄𝐑𝐆𝐘

The night is quiet, as it always has been in this small corner of Indiana, and yet this night is unlike any other. The halls were especially bare, occupied only by the melody of the generator humming as it struggled to pump light throughout the twisted maze of halls. That was, until...

BAM

The steel door rips open, colliding fast and hard with the walls withab fantastic thud. Swallowing all remaining silence along with it, was the cry of alarms that flood the hallway as he runs for his life. The man finds himself at the elevator, furiously slamming his hand against the elevator button hoping just maybe it might make the elevator come faster. As he does so, the man continues to look over his shoulder in a panic.

He knows its after him.

BOOM

He knows its close.

The man is thrilled to hear the soft ding of the elevator signaling it's arrival. Before the doors are even opened all the way the man quickly ducks through and proceeds to frantically hit the UP button inside the elevator.

The doors begin to close.

For a second he believes he just might make it. But that doesn't completely cast away the fear as he can't seem to take his eyes off of the eerie hallway, expecting it's arrival. The man attempts to calm his breathing. His hopes of escaping are growing stronger as things quiet down.

That's when he hears it.

That... Thing.

It takes every remaining ounce of courage for the man to slowly look up, but on some level, he already knows he is done for.

A low growl is heard above him followed by an unusual yet terrifying squeak.

The man's screams were cut off with the shut of the doors as he is yanked up towards the ceiling of the elevator. The man is no more.

|| 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫'𝐬 𝐏𝐎𝐕 ||

It's quiet. The faint sound of sprinklers outside can be heard as we wait for Mike to continue. We are all on the edge of our seats. It's already hard enough they still can't find proper seating for me since I officially joined the party, so, for now, I'm wedged between my best friend Will and my brother Dustin.

"Something is coming. Something hungry for blood," Mike says, his voice barely above a whisper. "A shadow grows on the wall behind you, swallowing you in darkness."

Subconsciously we all slowly lean in waiting for whatever happens next.

"It is almost here."

"What is it?" Will asks suddenly, no longer capable of containing his curiosity.

This time it's Dustin who cuts in, "What if it's the Demogorgon?"

I take a deep breath in suspense. Out of the corner of my eye, Will practically throws himself back in his seat.

"Oh, Jesus, we're so screwed if it's the Demogorgon." Dustin rambles on.

Lucas speaks up, "It's not the Demogorgon." He sounds very sure of himself which gives me more confidence.

We all jump a little in our seats when Mike slams one of the game pieces down in front of us suddenly as he shouts "An army of troglodytes charge into the chamber!"

I sigh in great relief as Lucas gives a very smug and quite frankly, sassy look to Dustin as he props his elbow on the back of his chair which earns a soft chuckle from me.

"Troglodytes?" Dustin asks in disbelief.

"Told ya," I roll my eyes at Lucas despite the smile that grows on my face.

Everyone shares a good laugh, all of us relieved when my eyes meet Will's and we share a smile and a shake of the head as if silently saying 'I can't believe we were so worried for nothing'.

Simultaneously all of our smiles melt away when Mike starts looking around as he says "Wait a minute. Did you hear that?"

"That...That sound," he says softly.

"Boom... Boom," his voice is getting slightly louder with each 'boom'. We all stare at Mike expectantly, hanging on to his every word.

"BOOM!" Mike is shouting at this point as he slams his hands against the wooden surface making the table as well as all of us jump.

I always get too into these games, I realize. My heart is racing as adrenaline courses through my veins. I look over and it seems when I jumped I grabbed on to the nearest thing next to me which happened to be Will's arm. Sheepishly, I retract my hand and look back at Mike in anticipation.

"That didn't come from the troglodytes. No, that... That came from something else." Mike continues.

We all look around at each other as we wait for Mike.

In an instant, Mike slams down the next figure on the board and exclaims, "The Demogorgon!"

'Yep. We're screwed.'

The silence is replaced with all of our defeated groans. Dustin sighs and says, "We're in deep shit."

Mike suddenly says, "Will, your action!"

"I don't know!" Will sounded desperate.

We're all on edge, but the boys are completely panicking.

"Fireball him!" Lucas shouts.

"I'd have to roll a 13 or higher!"

"Too risky." Dustin cuts in. "Cast a protection spell!"

Lucas turns to Will and says "Don't be a pussy," I roll my eyes. "Fireball him!"

At this point, Lucas and Dustin are just yelling at each other.

"Cast protection."

Our attention is quickly brought back to Mike when he shouts, "The Demogorgon is tired of your silly human bickering! It stomps towards you."

"BOOM!"

"FIREBALL HIM!"

"Another stomp. BOOM."

"Cast. Protection."

"He roars in anger!"

At this point, everyone is yelling over one another; it's utter chaos, and finally I snap.

"Oh, come on, I'M tired of your silly human bickering, just let the boy roll!" It's hard to be heard over all the yelling but, by some miracle,, they manage to hear me and it's quiet for a split second as Will gets a chance to speak.

"And, FIREBALL!" He throws the dice on the table out of excitement and they go flying onto the floor.

"Oh shit!"

We all jump to our feet, scrambling to find the dice in anticipation.

"Where'd it go?" Lucas asks. "Where is it?"

Will almost sounded defensive, "I don't know!"

"Is it a 13?"

"How are we supposed to know if we haven't found the dice yet, Dustin?" I retort.

"Oh, my God! Oh, my God! Oh, my God!" Dustin chants as he paces back and forth. I roll my eyes as I continue to search on my hands and knees.

"Mike," It was Mrs. Wheeler.

"Mom we're in the middle of a campaign!" Mike exclaims.

"You mean the end? Fifteen after."

Mike sighs, exasperated and runs up the stairs.

I hear Lucas accuse Will. "Oh, my God! Freaking Idiot!"

"Lucas," I ease. "come on, it's not his fault. We were all caught up in the game. Let's just focus on- OH! Found 'em!"

I jump to my feet, pointing down at the D-20 for my friends to see and not wanting to tamper with the roll. The boys come running over and practically trampled me in the process.

"Shit, it's a seven." We all groan in frustration, especially Will.

"Does a seven count?" Will asked hopefully.

"Did Mike see it?" Lucas counters.

"Well, no."

"Then it doesn't count."

I sigh, beginning to pack up my bags and tidy up my mess knowing it was time to leave. The others do the same.

"Why do we have to leave?" Will asks sadly as we head up the stairs. "It was just getting good,"

"I know," I swing my arm off his shoulder dramatically with a sigh as we head up the basement stairs and for the garage door. "I know. But hey, just think how awesome the next one will be, eh?" I tease trying to get my best friend to smile.

|| 𝐖𝐢𝐥𝐥'𝐬 𝐏𝐎𝐕 ||

Y/n has always been so good at cheering people up, I have no idea how he does it.

"Hey, guys. I'm sorry we had to end it so soon." Y/n and I turn around looking at Mike.

"No sweat, Mikey." Y/n shrugs, with a smile.

I love that smile. Suddenly his arm leaves my shoulder, and I frown a little.

I sigh inwardly, I've had such a bad crush on Y/n since he and Dustin moved here in the 4th grade. He has no idea... I hope. I always admired him from afar, that is until he finally convinced Dustin to let him into the party. We were all glad to have him, Dustin can be a little overprotective is all. I'm not sure about Dustin, but as for Mike and Lucas, they know I like him. Those guys can read me like a book, and once they caught on there was no convincing them otherwise.

I'm really lucky to have them as friends. They've never made me feel bad for who I am.

"Hey, Mike? Where is Dustin?" Y/n asks.

That's a good point, I realize. He was right behind us but he hasn't come outside yet.

"I think he went upstairs to give the leftovers to Nancy."

"Oh okay. I'll just wait here then. Uh oh, your plant is dying" Y/n said suddenly, kneeling down by the withering plant by the patio.

"Yeah, that's my mom's tomato plant. That thing is hopeless. She basically gave up on it."

"Well, I might be able to help," he said thoughtfully, beginning to scan the garage. "Where do you keep your gardening- Oh, never mind!"

He quickly runs over to the shelves, retrieving some old packets and ran back over to the plant, kneeling beside it.

You can always tell when he is concentrating; he always does this cute thing where he furrows his brow and chews his lip. My stomach does a little flip when i realize I was staring again and I quickly refocus my attention on my vest zipper. I still manage to see Y/n fiddling with the the packet tonget it open, finally sprinkling the contents into the dirt before mixing it in with his finger. All the while, he mutters words of encouragement towards it. I remember him telling me one day about a study conducted on plants and how it was proved that they respond well to positive feedback, and the memory makes me smile. He was so fascinated by it; it was hard not to be as excited about it as he was when he told us about it.

Y/n stands up, brushing himself off and smiles at Mike and then me.

I kinda froze, not in panic but in awe. He just radiates warmth, and positivity effortlessly.

"What?" He chuckles as he smiles at me.

I shake my head in embarrassment and look away, zipping up my vest and getting on my bike.

Lucas just rolls his eyes at my behavior. He's always telling me to just go for it but it's not that easy. I think he's tired of my bashfulness but still understands why I'm scared.

We all look to the door when we hear it slam. It's Dustin.

"There's something wrong with your sister." He grumbles.

"What are you talking about?"

"She's got a stick up her butt."

"Yeah," Lucas joins in. "It's because she's been dating that douche bag, Steve Harrington."

"Yeah, she's turning into a real jerk."

"She's always been a real jerk!" Mike interrupts.

"Nuh-uh. She used to be cool, like the time she dressed up as an elf for our elder tree campaign." With that, Dustin headed off on his bike, followed by Y/n but not before sending me a smile and thanking Mike.

"It was a seven," I tell him, thinking back on the campaign.

"Huh?"

"The roll, it was a seven. The Demogorgon, it got me."

Mike seems a bit shocked at my truthfulness, but ultimately shrugs it off, nodding. I nod back.

"See you later!" I say as I start peddling away.

I catch up just in time to see Lucas bid his goodbyes.

"Good night, ladies!" He chimes.

"Kiss your mom 'night for me," Dustin calls before looking over at me.

"Race you back to my place? Winner gets a comic?"

Before I can respond Y/n speaks up, "and am I included this time, like at all?"

"Course not," he says nonchalantly. I shake my head, feeling kinda bad for him, but I know it's just sibling banter.

"Well then," he scoffs. "Don't be surprised if your bike tires mysteriously deflate one day, Dustin. There's all kinds of weirdos out here,"

I laugh, and Dustin just ignores him.

"Any comic?" I ask.

"Yeah!" As we are about to start we both look back when we hear Y/n frantically yelling, "Shit! DUSTIN HELP!"

I look back to see him winking at me with a smile on his face. Automatically realizing what he is up to, I booked it.

Fortunately for me, Dustin wasn't so quick. I could hear his frantic cries, "Jesus, Y/n what's wrong-? HEY, WHAT THE HELL?!"

There it is. Although, I was already far ahead.

"DAMMIT Y/N, IF I LOSE YOU OWE ME A COMIC BOOK!"

I can hear Y/n's laughter from here and it makes me smile. As the laughter grows more and more distant, I hear "GO WILL, GO!"

Somehow my smile gets bigger, and my legs go faster.

"Hey! Hey! Get back here! I'm gonna kill you! BOTH of you!"

"I'll take your X-Men 134!" I shout as I pass his house and take the shortcut to my own.

As I slow down my mind starts to wonder; It wanders to the campaign today. It wanders to how Y/n helped me win the race and my new comic book just moments ago. It wanders to Y/n grabbing my arm during the campaign and how I don't think I've ever blushed that hard... My mind wanders to Y/n.

Sometimes I really hate how much I like him. How I can't get him out of my head. He just has always been such a good friend to me and I just don't get how someone can be so nice, and thoughtful and-

My thoughts are cut short when I notice my bike light flickering. I look down at it in confusion. Just then it comes back on. I look back at the road and I see a disturbingly tall, ominous figure staring me down. My heart practically stops in the figure's wake.

My body reacted before my mind could; I yanked my bike right and as I cruise down the ditch, my bike topples over and I'm sent to the muddy ground. It takes me a second to gather my senses as I warily pick myself up and try and get a glimpse of what I just saw. My heart starts racing faster as I hear an alarming and indistinct growling. I'm whimpering at this point but I don't care. I ditch my bike without a second thought and book it as fast as I can in the direction of my house.

I'm sniveling and panting as I make it through the fog that covers the road in front of my house. I make it on to the porch, throw open the door, and slam it shut just as fast. My fingers fumble to secure every single lock on the door and for the first time in my life I wonder why we don't have more. All the while, Chester is barking like crazy.

"Mom?" I'm running through the house looking in every room for any sign of my mom or Jonathan.

"Jonathan? Mom?"

'Crap they must be working. Crap! No No No!'

I run back into the living room and throw the blinds over my head, wincing as it hit the back of my head. But I waste no time in cupping my hands up against the glass to get a better look at the yard to see if I can spot the figure.

My stomach drops what feels like ten stories.

I can see it in the distance right between the sheets that were hung out to dry.

It's just standing there. Menacingly. (a/n: If you understood that reference, and actually thought it was funny let's be friends please 😂)

It starts stomping towards the house.

I gasp and start running for the phone.

I hastily pick the phone up from the mount and my fingers are shaking as I try and dial 911 as fast as possible.

I can hear it ringing. I can hear the click as if someone picked up. I waste no time, "Hello? HELLO?!"

All I can hear over the phone now is static, and then a disturbing, yet familiar screech-like growl. Chester's barking is getting louder and more frequent indicating that It's right outside. I slowly peer around the corner to look at the glass window on the door and I can barely make out the menacing shadowy figuring looming outside the door. I can hear it growling from outside.

Chester's barks quickly turn into whimpers as he backs away towards me.

Then the unthinkable happens.

The chain lock on the inside of the door starts unlocking itself.

'Shit!'

At this point, I realize I'm never going to be able to outrun it so I'm going to have to at least try to defend myself. I remember the gun we keep in the shed out back and make a run for it, not even bothering to hang up the phone. I nearly trip on my own feet as I run for the shed. I make it inside and slam the shed door behind me in the process. I quickly but carefully take the gun off the wall and set it on the shelf as I scramble for the ammo. My fingers are still trembling as I fumble to put the bullets in the magazine.

Once I finally get the magazine in, I pick up the gun and aim it at the shed door waiting. It seems as though I can't even keep the gun steady since my entire body is completely tremoring, even my unsteady breaths.

It has to be close by now.

As if on cue I hear the deep growling that I've already heard twice tonight and for a couple of moments I think it's outside. But then I realize why it sounds so close.

It's in the shed with me.

It's behind me.

The fear is nearing paralyzing, but I still manage to command my body to turn around to get a look at this relentless monster. When I see it I just stand there in utter disbelief, the gun slowly and subconsciously lowering to my side in shock. I'm completely frozen in place as I stare at the beast in front of me. The hanging light bulb above me glows intensively brighter with every passing second. The last thing I see before I'm cloaked in pure white light and an unbearable chill is the monster's long arm reaching out for me.

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Oblivius Chapter 4

Am I insane for posting another chapter? Yes. Am I doing it anyway? Yes. Should you message me about how you feel about Spills & Francis? YES!

(Got a song you want added to the playlist? send it to me!)

I've gotten so much love over this series and I cannot tell you how happy it makes me that you guys love these two idiots as much as I do. <3

(Feo means ugly in Spanish but it can be used as a term of endearment between [male] friends)

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Frankie Morales x F!Reader

Pairing: Frankie x F!Reader

Word Count: 2.2K

Warnings: Angst, yearning, 18+ language, alcohol (Spills gets wasted)(Please let me know if I forget anything)

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Age: 17

“No Francis I don’t wanna watch this - I’m gonna get scared.” It was late, you were both sitting in his cozy living-room, a big shit-eating grin on his face.

“Why, are you chicken? It’s just The Shining, it's not even scary.” He put it on and despite your protests, he settled and let the movie play, You gave him a pout.

“Okay if you really don’t want to I’ll change it you big baby.” He rolled his eyes to grab the remote but you stopped him.

“Promise you’ll walk me home?” You knew it was one of his favourites. He smiled wide.

“Of course! If it’s too much I'll change it.” He gave you most of the blanket that was draped over his legs and you sat very close to him. He was taller than you remembered him being, having gone through a growth spurt over the summer and he towered over you now. All knees and elbows.

When the room scene came on you burrowed your face into his neck and he wrapped an arm around you, you were so pretty. Your hair smelled so good and he buried his nose into the messy bun you wore. You practically clawed at him, trying to get closer - he made you feel safe.

“Is it still scary?” You spoke into his neck.

“Yes - don’t look yet, just a little longer.”

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**Present Day**

Pope was holding up a shot-glass full of something and there were shots lined up for the three of you when you walked in.

“Catfish, I never thought it would happen for you feo, but I’m glad it did. Claudia, he’s lucky to have you.” He raised his shot glass and a chorus of ‘To Frankie and Claudia’ rang out before everyone tipped the liquor back.

The burn in the back of your throat couldn’t just be from the tequila, you’d swallowed a lump. You’d forced back the tears stinging your eyes when he dipped her back to kiss her. With her laughing and grabbing his neck they were the picture of romance and the smile you had plastered to your face must have looked manic. Popes eyes caught yours then and his eyebrows raised, a question in his features that you couldn’t quite read but he looked away and left you with your thoughts.

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You got very drunk. Fall-down drunk. Forget about everything drunk.

“Spills, I think you should stop - you’re going to feel like hell tomorrow.” He was softly taking the shot out of your hand and you tried to fight him but his grip was iron.

“St-op t-telling me wh-what to do Francisco.” You tried to take it back but it seemed like the floor was coming up to say hi. An iron grip around your middle stopped you from losing a couple of teeth.

“Jesus Spills, okay - that’s enough. I’m cutting you off.” He held onto you and you wanted nothing more than to turn around and kiss him but you also wanted to throw up. Decisions decisions.

“I-think-imgonnabesick…” you brought your hand up to your mouth and part of you expected him to let go but he didn’t.

“Take a deep breath, it’s okay, Pope can you get me some water?” He was holding onto you, rubbing soothing circles onto your back and you tried to focus on his hands on you as the whole room spun dangerously. A few minutes later he was holding a cold glass of water to your lips. “Drink the whole thing, I'm going to hold it because if you spill it I'll kill you.” You chugged it down and he put it on the table.

“When did you get so strong, Francis?” Your words were slurred and you felt his chest rumbling with laughter at your question. “You smell so good.” You said it lower- more to yourself, but he heard and the laughing stopped.

“Oh no! Are you okay Spills?” Claudia was there now, her hands pulling your hair away from your face and before you could succumb to the urge to tell her never to call you that Frankie spoke up.

“She’s okay, just need to get her home. You’re okay right, Spills?” His voice was lower, so soothing you could fall asleep to it.

“Hey Frankie, you and Claudia should stay, tell me where she lives and I’ll get her home.” It was Pope, Frankie must have trusted him immensely because before you knew it he was putting you into the front seat of Pope's rental and buckling you in. Claudia was tying your hair back and putting your purse into your lap.

“Be careful please - this is her address, just make sure she gets in and lays face down. There should be a bucket somewhere in her bathroom - water and some aspirin on her night table.” Frankie was talking as you closed your eyes. When you opened them you were parked in front of your place.

“Hey honey, come on let's get you inside. I’m just going to look for your keys, okay?” Pope was taking your purse out of your lap. You nodded vaguely.

He helped you in and guided you to your bed. You could feel him taking off your shoes and throwing the blanket over you.

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Someone is driving an ice-pick into my skull.

The light was intense and you swore out loud when you cracked an eye open. You stretched and felt a piece of paper beside you on the bed.

“I locked your door - keys are in your mailbox. Drink the water - take the ibuprofen. Let Catfish know you’re okay when you wake up- he was worried. - Pope”

You groaned.

[Francis]: Spills, are you okay?

[Francis]: Can you answer me please?

[Francis]: Don’t tell me you’re still asleep? What, are you a teenager? Getting drunk and sleeping until 4pm????

[Francis]: Sorry Spills, just worried - can you please let me know you’re okay before I show up?

You could see the three little dots signalling that he was in the middle of typing another message and you quickly called him to stop him.

“Jesus, it’s about fucking time.” He sounded worried and relieved and it pulled on your heart strings in a way you both loved and hated.

“Stop yelling Francisco, I am begging you.” You threw your arm over your eyes to block out the light as you lay there, in yesterday's clothes. You didn’t even want to know what you looked like right now.

“Feeling all that tequila aren’t you? I haven’t seen you that drunk for a long time.” You could hear the faint smile in his voice.

“Yes yes I know - so fucking embarrasing. Did I do.. Or say anything..?” You were trying to ask him without asking him.

“You almost threw up, but if you’re asking me if you started table-dancing you’re good.” He laughed and you sighed with palpable relief. All you needed was for him to tell you that you’d confessed your love or told Claudia to fuck off.

“Thank god. That would have been all I needed. Can you tell Pope I said thanks? Okay, I'm going to go shower for a million years now.” You wanted to hang up, your head was pounding and you needed a few hours of silence and about a gallon of water.

“Okay - see you in a few hours.” You didn’t want to deal with both of them together, not with how you felt right now.

“No Francis I don’t want to entertain, I already embarrassed myself enough yesterday.”

“It’s just me coming and I’ve seen you much worse. I haven’t been home in a long time so, take a shower and do what you have to do and I'll be there at seven.” He hung up and you could have thrown your phone across the room.

Fuck.

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The knock at the door at exactly seven didn’t surprise you.

What did surprise you was how nervous you were that he would be coming over.

You were literally attached at the hip at one point, he’s seen you at your worst.

“You’re looking much better than you did last night, Spills.” He laughed as he walked past you and into your home.

“Oh god.” You groaned as he laughed, why had you been nervous? You watched him as he set down the bags of what looked to be way too much food on your kitchen counter. Grabbing napkins and forks - completely at ease within your space. “What did you bring?” moved to peak into the bags.

“Chinese - “ He looked to see your eyes wide and the big toothy smile you were giving him and laughed. “Did you think I’d forget you always get Chinese when you’re hungover?” He laughed as he took out what looked to be all your favourites.

“You’re a lifesaver Francis, truly.” You were practically bouncing on the balls of your feet as you served yourself.

“I know, I’m practically a saint.” He walked over to your couch and plopped down, an egg-roll in his mouth as he turned on your TV and looked for something to watch. This was it - this was how it was supposed to be.

This was easy.

He had come over in comfy clothes and seeing him on your couch in sweats and a soft flannel was almost too much. His hair had gotten longer than he had worn it before he went away and it looked so soft; practically begged for your fingers.

“Are you still a baby about horror movies?” He asked without looking at you, you saw that he had put on some cheesy zombie movie. A big smile on his face.

“No, I’m okay, as long as you check every single corner of this place before you leave.”

“God I love horror movies, Claudia hates them so we never end up watching.” He sighed. Her name cut through the air like a knife. An ice cube casually dropped into your shirt.

“That’s too bad.” You quickly shoved food into your mouth, stopping yourself from saying anything you’d regret but he knew you too well. He looked at you then, eyes narrowing a fraction.

“Do you like her?” He asked, point blank and your eyes widened at him.

Fuck, don’t make me answer this right now.

“Yeah, she’s great.” To your credit, you tried. You really tried to sound genuine.

“Why don’t you like her Spills?” He sighed heavily, putting his plate down onto your coffee table to face you properly.

“What are you talking about? I said she was great!” You could feel the flush creeping up your neck and licking at your face at the lie. She was great, that wasn’t a lie - you just didn’t like her.

“Seriously? You’re going to act like I can’t tell you’re lying through your teeth? Just tell me! I’m going to marry this girl. I have to know why you don’t like her.” He had a little frown on his face and you could see that he was worried, but what would he have to be worried about? Worried you’d picked up on something he’d missed maybe?

“I just don’t know her, Francis, that’s all. There’s nothing wrong with her, you know I'm just weird. She seems really nice and I’m sure I’ll like her once I get to know her better.” You smiled at him sadly, you didn’t want to talk about her anymore.

He smiled back at you and picked up his plate, happy with your explanation.

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It always seemed to happen this way, ever since you’d been teenagers. He’d put on something scary and you would end up with your face buried into his chest.

“Oh god - that is disgusting!” You shut your eyes as he laughed, his chest rumbling underneath you at a particularly gruesome scene. You felt his hand rubbing your arm, and it was such a comfort that you sighed lightly. The words bubbled up without your permission.

“I missed this.” You felt him rest his chin on the crown of your head.

“Me too Spills, I always missed this while I was away, missed you.” He spoke into your hair, you could feel his breath ghosting along your scalp and your heart raced, you wanted nothing more than to turn and kiss him. His hand stilled, and you felt his heart beating under your ear. You wanted to do it, your whole body seemed to tense with want and you turned slightly to look at him through your lashes. He was already staring at you, his mouth was so close.

His phone rang, snapping him out of his trance and you moved away from him reluctantly.

“Hey babe, what’s up?” He smiled apologetically. “Just take a deep breath, it’ll be okay. I’m on my way.” He hung up and gave you a look that said I’m sorry. “Gotta go, wedding emergency.” He sighed heavily as he got up, taking both your plates to the kitchen with him.

You wanted him to stay, you wanted to grab him and sit him back down on the couch and straddle him. Grab the soft material of the flannel while you kissed him but you didn’t. Instead you smiled and thanked him for coming and for the food.

He made his way through the apartment before he left, opening every door.

“Just checking every corner, so you can sleep.” He smiled.

I love you too.

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[intynidad]

Hi hi!! Could I request the dorm leaders (if that’s too many, your favorites!) with a child MC? (Parental or older sibling sorta relationship) (also by child I mean 8-10 years old) Have a wonderful day, drink some water and eat protein! 💕

@moomoo-mochi OMG THANK YOU??

I love this so much I’m just a sucker for this kind of prompt!!

Also, this will be based on how I acted as a toddler (spoiler I was a stupid kid)

a health potion with risu giggles for a fellow merchant!

(also sorry I didn't know what to write for iidia or vil and I didn't want to write something that I wasn't satisfied 

The beginning 

-you careless puppy, How many times I told the two of you to be careful!- professor crewel was scolding you and your lab partner...well at your lab partner more than you, you were kinda busy trying to get out of the cauldron to listen 

You and your lab partner were assigned to do a regression potion that was supposed to work in reviving dead plants or turning rotten food into edible again but when you were measuring the exact amount of the last ingredient to finish the potion, somebody accidentally pushed you making you spill all of the ingredients...and yourself into the cauldron.

so now there you are extremely confused about what just happened and incapable of taking care of yourself for the 3 days the potion was supposed to last and now your lab partner has to take care of you until the potion wore off or mister crewel finds an antidote

Riddle Rosehearts

Riddle has an abusive mother and no younger siblings so our dear tomato is lost, he doesn’t know any rules that would help him take care of a little child so he asks trey for help (like most of heartsalybul when they have problems).

trey lets you eat pastries while riddle does his dorm leader duties but he looked away for a second and oops no child in sight...ok time to panic.

riddle was scolding some heartsalybul students that spilled all of the red paint in one of the chairs so now not only the other members of the dorm couldn’t continue painting but now the unbirthday party had to cancel and you know what happens when you break one of the queen’s rules

-OFF WITH YOUR- Riddle swung his magic pen

-wead!- riddle turn around to see you with a rose in your hand pretending it to be a magic pen

-off widd your wead!- you repeated swinging the rose up and down

riddle was stroked by your cuteness like a truck; he was speechless (also because picking roses was against the rules but lest ignore it) the two students he was scolding ran away because their dorm leader was picking you up and giggling at your little imitation of him 

-nono Off, with, your, head!-

-off wid your wead!-

Leona kingschoolar

-agh how annoying- the savanaclaw dorm leader wasn’t a big fan of children and much less taking care of them, he probably was gonna throw you at Ruggie or jack, both of them had younger siblings so they could probably take care of you better but there is one thing he didn’t count off

-LEONA OJI-TAN-...fuck, today was the day Cheka came to visit his dear oji-tan, now Leona is not only stuck with a brat but with a furball too.

-who are them uncle?-(owo who this) Cheka waved at the child that was behind his uncle’s legs-hi I am Cheka, wanna play tag?!-oh ho ho this gives him an idea

-Cheka this is Y/N, your new playmate-the lion cub had a little sparkle in his eyes

-you two can play all day and ill be watching you from that tree so have fun-hell yea he was a genius Cheka and you are entertained, and he can nap is a win-win situation for everyone

-WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHH- and there it goes his perfect plan

-oi, what happened- you were in  sitting on the ground while hugging your knee and crying your heart out and Cheka kneeled beside you trying to comfort you 

-I’m-I’m so sorry I didn’t mean to push you it was an accident- now he looked like he wanted to cry 

-agh you two cut it out-Leona said in a low growl while kneeling beside you-is just a scratch don’t worry just let me-he picked you up.

now all of you were in his room he gently  bandages your knee while Cheka was holding your hand for “moral support”

-kiss to make it better Leona oji-tan!-

-only if both of you promise to be more careful-Cheka nodded- ok “pain, pain go away *woshh*, there you go- you moved your knee and started to giggle while Cheka was already dragging you to continue playing, the two of you were lucky that both were cute because not everybody can see this side of Leona and live for telling it 

Azul Ashengrotto

-Come, come everyone!-the leader of octaville tapped his fedora-For the price of 25 madol you can have for a limited time only a  photo of our dear Y/N as a toddler!-

and of course, our dear capitalist Ursula is taking profit from this situation.

you were sitting in a little chair all dolled up while jade took pictures of you with different students and Floyd was taking the money from dose poor unfortunate souls

An hour passed and there were still about 50+ students in line for a photo when Azul notice something about you.

your hands were in the form of a tiny fist and your eyes were watery and you haven’t smiled at the camera for the last photos even when Floyd made funny faces behind jade you weren’t enjoying this.

usually, he wouldn’t care about it, he was making some good money and that was the important thing but you were different, you were his friend

-the lounge is closed, everyone get out, Floyd take care of that and jade-he looked for a second at you-make something warm for our little guest-

all of the students in line emitted different protest sounds but a look at Floyd grin and everyone was already on the exit

-sorry for all that little one- he lightly patted your hair-what about I pay you for your work with some treats?-

-*happy gasp* YESH!!-you hugged his leg with a strong grip-

-nee~ nee~, why Azul can have a hug from shrimpy and I cant?-

-FWOYD!! :D-

Kalim al asim

-Kalim, please calm down-Jamil said looking like he is gonna pop up a blood vessel

-LITTLE Y/N LITTLE Y/N LITTLE Y/N LITTLE Y/N LITTLE Y/N LITTLE Y/N LITTLE Y/N LITTLE Y/N LITTLE Y/N LITTLE Y/N LITTLE Y/N LITTLE Y/N LITTLE Y/N LITTLE Y/N LITTLE Y/N LITTLE Y/N LITTLE Y/N LITTLE Y/N LITTLE Y/N LITTLE Y/N LITTLE Y/N LITTLE Y/N LITTLE Y/N LITTLE Y/N LITTLE Y/N LITTLE Y/N LITTLE Y/N LITTLE Y/N LITTLE Y/N LITTLE Y/N LITTLE Y/N LITTLE Y/N LITTLE Y/N LITTLE Y/N LITTLE Y/N LITTLE Y/N LITTLE Y/N LITTLE Y-he was let’s say...excited about this situation

-JAMILLOOKATTHEMTHEYARESOCUTEANDTINYIWANNATROWAPARTYFORJUSTTHEMOMGTHEYARESOCUTE- 

-Remember to breathe Kalim and please calm down you are scaring them-Jamil said while kneeling to be on your level

-*gasp* I’m sorry y/n, I’m just so happy to be with you, are you hungry?-you give a quick nod

for the surprise of Jamil, the fact that you turned into a child made Kalim more independent???

he knew that crewel sensei asked Kalim to take care of you but he kinda assumed he is the one who will end up taking care of both of you.

-emmm Jamil-and here we go-have you seen Y/N around?-

-excuse me whAT??!!- Jamil shouted- HOW DO YOU LOSE A CHILD?-

-I didn’t lose them I just….temporally misplace them...OK YES, I LOST THEM BUT IS NOT MY FAULT WE WERE PLAYING HIDE N SEEK!-

-sure sure Kalim never anything is your fault-Jamil said between teeth-

Kalim could be a literal ray of sunshine but one of his bigs flaws were his “rich person behavior”

because he was spoiled and lived in a bubble he didn’t understand that his actions had consequences, in the good side he was working on it.

two hours had passed since that moment are you were nowhere to be found

now the scarabia duo was starting to panic

-OMG HOW IM SO CARELESS THAT I LOST THEM WHAT IF SOMETHING HAPPENED TO THEM IM THE WORST FRIEND IN THE WORLD-

-KALIM CALM DOWN, PANIC WILL NOT HELP IN THIS SITUATION-

-WHY ARE YOU YELLING AT ME-

-BECAUSE YOU ARE YELLING-

-*snore*-

-..............................-

-Jamil,...did that pillow made a sound?-

-I think so ?-

*SNOOOREEE*

and there you were sleeping under a big mountain of pillows you fell asleep while playing so that, why you didn’t, respond to the calls of the two boys

-ok Kalim we found them and I hope this had taught you a lesson about taking care of things...well taking care of people-

-oh for the great seven I thought I was gonna have a heart attack-

-now you know how I feel and I really would appreciate it if you used this experience to-

-*SNOOOOREEE*-

And now Kalim was sleeping beside you

great seven give Jamil patience and have mercy on both of you when morning comes 

Malleus draconia

-arent you a little thing fufufufuf-

-old man be careful with them-silver said

you might be wondering, I thought malleus would take care of toddler Y/N?

Well, that was the plan...malleus is a reserved man, with no friends more than his two guards and the older fae that raised him, that was until he meets you, you looked at him in the eyes with no fear just a hint of curiosity.

you gave him his first nickname,”tsunotaro” a childish name that was almost disrespectful to the heir of the valley of thorns and one of the most powerful wizards of all twisted wonderland, yet you called him that silly name, you hugged him, you listen to him and he listened to you, you were his friend and precisely because that he left you at the care of Lilia, the mere thought of you screaming and running away from him made his heart ache

that always happened…

Malleus is used to that, since he was a child people looked at him with fear or caution but never with kindness except for one person, you

and he was determined to let that like that, but he couldn’t stop thinking what if something happens to you?

what type of friend he would be if he lets somebody take advantage of you in this vulnerable state?

a peek wouldn’t hurt

there you were, in the flower bed of ramshackle dorm both planted, taking dandelions from around and with inexperience and tiny hands crafting a flower crown too small for anyone except you.

he looked at you from the shadows carefully to not being spotted warding you like the dragon he is.

-hewo-small and tired eyes fixed behind a large tree

malleus was behind that tree…

-whats yowr name?-now standing up and slowly walking to the tree in question-are you shy?, is oke I won’t hurt yow-

like if a child could do any damage to him

-I made thwis fow you-you said reveling a second flower crown that was just a little bit bigger than the one in your head 

you let the flower crown on the floor near the tree and waited, malleus knowing how stubborn you were he knew you wouldn’t leave so he left his hiding spot thinking about the screams and the fear your little face will have

-waaaa, you big! (giggles)-again, no signs of fear-uppa uppa!-you said while rising your hands to the sky and opening and closing your little fists

malleus emitted a low chuckle and picked you up, when you got to his eye level immediately went for his horns  touching and grabbing all your little hands could

-you sure are a strange thing, little child of man-

[babyboy-cody]

ch. 01 | finding out

summary: after feeling so different for the past week, you decided to go to the doctor in order to find out what was actually wrong with you. the cause of you feeling this way was something you weren’t expecting.

warnings: depictions of early signs of pregnancy, clueless grayson, mentions of sean, implications of smut, mentions of abortion

quick note: okay so this is my first ever grayson series, so hopefully i make you guys proud. some of the pregnancy signs are things that some people don’t go through, so i wanted to make it as realistic as possible. any feedback would be great! <3

word count: 2.6k

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Waking up early in the morning, you never expected to feel like shit. From the position you were laying in, your tender breasts were pressed into the bed, causing you the slightest pain. You groaned and winced as you went to turn. Just from moving, you felt nauseous and dizzy, the blinding light from the sun pouring into the room caused you to squint. Grayson wasn’t in bed beside you as usual. He always woke up at the ass crack of dawn to start his morning routines of breakfast, exercising for two hours, and shower. The rest of his day is spent doing activities, such as woodworking/building, spending time with you, long-boarding, or exercising some more.

A wave of cramps suddenly hit you, causing you to muffle your long moan into your pillow. You tucked your body into the fetal position, tucking your hand under your sweatpants to press down on your lower stomach, hoping that the pressure would ease the aggravating pain. For the past week, you’ve been constantly getting cramps. The breast tenderness happened only a day later. Premature cramps are the usual sign of starting your period. What confuses you is why you woke up with no blood staining your underwear or pants.

Sluggishly grabbing your phone from under your pillow, you opened up your usual period app. The last time you had gotten your period was exactly the same day as last month. Your eyebrows furrow when you see that you should’ve started your period exactly two weeks ago. You hastily sit up, immediately shutting your eyes as a wave of nausea hit you like a tsunami. There was brief commotion coming from the kitchen, followed by Grayson yelling, “Ethaaannn!” You faintly heard Ethan’s boisterous laugh, which only amped up his younger brother’s annoyance.

You swallowed the forming saliva at the back of your mouth. You suddenly felt so exhausted, even though you had a whole ten hour rests with no interruptions or disruptions. Swinging your legs to the side of the bed, you slowly got up, shutting your eyes to avoid feeling dizzy so fast. You desperately craved Grayson’s warm skin against yours in order to make you feel better, especially when his strong arms were wrapped around you, holding you nice and tight against him. As though the universe heard your thoughts, Grayson enters the bedroom, a comfy hoodie adorning his upper body as gray sweats adorn his lower half. He looks so comfy and warm and soft with his messy hair and growing bed and bright smile.

“Look who’s finally awake!” He announced and spread his arms wide, running over to playfully (and gently) tackle you into the bed.

“Gray, Gray, baby, be gentle,” you quickly told him, hands grabbing onto his arm as the room suddenly spun. “I’m not feeling too good today.”

He immediately sat up, using one hand to push his long hair from his face as the other slowly sits you up. His eyes were full of worry as they scan you up and down. You smiled tiredly and gently stroked his jaw, loving the feeling of his scruff on your palm.

“What’ve you been feeling?” He was quick to ask you, desperately wanting to know why you’ve been feeling sick and what could’ve caused it. “Do you think it’s cause E was sick last week?”

“I mean, maybe,” you shrugged. “I’ve been getting cramps and my boobs have been hurting as usual before I get my period.”

“So you’re starting you’re period?” He questioned, thinking that could be the reason.

“I don’t think so, babe. I’m getting symptoms I’ve never gotten before and it’s worrying me,” you quietly told him, your voice holding such worry that he’s never heard before. “I’m so exhausted and dizzy and I can’t even stand without feeling like I’m gonna pass out.” You rubbed your hands over your face, groaning at the uncomfortable churning in your stomach as you suddenly thought about eating. “I can’t even think about food without feeling like I’m gonna throw up everywhere.”

“Baby, you need to make an appointment for the doctor or the GYN to see what’s going on. You don’t know if this could be something serious,” Grayson anxiously tells you, his large hands cupping your cheeks to make eye contact with you, his thumbs lightly stroking your warm skin back and forth.

“I will,” you held onto his wrists. “I promise.”

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After your serious talk with Grayson yesterday, you made an appointment to go to the gynecologist the very next day. Nerves were bubbling in the pit of your stomach, causing you to use the bathroom four times in the past hour. Ethan and Kristina were worried as well, unsure of what to do or say to make you feel at ease and less anxious. If what’s causing your sickness something terminal, they knew that Grayson would quite literally go insane. You were his person. Grayson was a believer of soulmates, and he knew deep in his heart and soul that you were his.

This morning, it was eerily quite. The air was awkward and tense with no one knowing how to break the ice. Grayson’s jaw was clenched and he watched your every move carefully. You were feeling a little better, only eating in small quantities and being forced to drink lots of water (by Grayson). Your appointment wasn’t until 2 in the afternoon, so you had plenty of time to do your morning routine and talk to Grayson. He insisted on staying in the bathroom when you shower and do your skin care.

“Gray, I’m not dying,” you joked lightly.

“Don’t fucking joke like that!” He raised his voice, glaring up at you as he sat on the edge of the top, elbows on his knees with his fingers interlocked. “That’s not fucking funny.” There was anger in his tone, and you realized how insensitive it was of you.

You knelt down in front of him, unlocked his hands and slithering more between his spread knees. He doesn’t look at you as he looks down at the ground between your own knees. “Hey,” you whisper, hands on his broad shoulders, lightly shaking them. “Look at me, please.” When he does, you see the slightest of tears along his waterline. Your heart breaks when his face scrunches up in agony and his eyes shut, his hands immediately covering his face to press the heels of his palms into his eyes. “Grayson…”

He sniffles into his hands, shaking his head frantically. “I can’t lose you,” he weeped so softly, his voice muffled behind the barrier of his hands. “I can’t fuckin’ lose you the same way I lost my dad. I-I just can’t.” You let him pour out his emotions, all the while holding onto his shoulders and gently pushing his hands away from his face to wipe away his warm tears. The area around his eyes and cheeks were tinged red, his beautiful eyes now turning puffy. “You don’t understand h-how broken I’d be without you, Y/N. It’s like… a piece of me might die.”

“Baby,” you whispered brokenly, shaking your head as you hurriedly pull him into your chest. His head buries itself in the crook of your neck. “I am so so sorry for making that joke, alright? Hey, look at me.” You lift his head up, wiping more of his tears with your thumbs. “I promise you, from the bottom of my heart, that everything is okay.” At the sound of your soft whisper, he lets out a quiet and shaky sigh. The thought of now hearing your voice anymore physically hurts his heart. He hesitatingly nods, desperately wanting to believe your words. But looking into your eyes this very moment, seeing the determination and confidence in your face, he has no other choice but to believe you.

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Sitting on the exam table in the cold room that slightly smells of hand sanitizer and wood, you didn’t know what else to think. Your thoughts were a jumbled mess as they tried to unravel itself to form a coherent sentence in your head. Grayson wanted to come in with you, but you had told him to stay in the car, out of fear of him hearing dreadful news. You closed your eyes and breathed in and out deeply, trying to calm the storm that’s beginning to make itself known. What you didn’t hearing was the door opening and the OB-GYN, Dr. Khaleesi, stepping in. She was a lovely Indian woman who was older than you by 20 years. You’ve been coming to her for a year and a half now for your usual STD checkups or any worries you had with your uterus. She was the sweetest woman you’ve come to known and you never felt judged by her.

“Everything alright, Y/N?” She asks as she shuts the door, leaving you both in privacy. She holds the clipboard to her side and sits onto the rolling stool to slide herself closer to you.

“Just nervous,” you laughed awkwardly.

“Well, it’s just me,” she tells you softly, her accent sounding so elegant as she gently pats your knee. “Now, it says on the appointment form that you’re hear for a checkup regarding your period.”

“Yes, um, I’m late on my period - about two weeks now. But I’ve been feeling a lot of cramps and breast tenderness and all the symptoms of starting my period. And I don’t know why,” you sighed and picked at your nails, not sure how to keep still.

“Alright, well, I’m going to be asking you a few simple questions and I want you to answer as honestly as possible,” Dr. Khaleesi tells you. “What day was your last period?”

“The 6th of May.”

“How long does menstrual cycle typically last?”

“Six to seven days, give or take.”

“And are you sexually active?”

You blushed as you thought about Grayson. You hadn’t forgotten the romantic picnic dinner he had set up in the backyard with a large projector hung up. Sitting there under the stars with him, being in such a close proximity to that man always made you feel so nervous. But having his hands on you, his lips on yours, his large and muscular body between your thighs, it made it all worth it. You most certainly didn’t forget how many times he made you orgasm in under an hour. You were thankful that Ethan and Kristina had gone to their own date night for a few hours.

“Y/N?” Dr. Khaleesi’s voice broke you free from your thoughts, causing you to clear your throat out of embarrassment.

“Y-Yes, I’m sexually active,” you softly responded.

Dr. Khaleesi nods and checks off the small YES box beside the question. “And how often do you engage in sexual intercourse?”

“Um, about three to four times a week.” You suddenly burst out into laughter at the surprised look on her face. “Sorry.”

“Don’t be,” she laughs as well. “At least one of us is getting some action, huh?” She laughs again when you cover your face, muffling your small groan. “Back to the questions. When was the last time you were sexually active?”

“I’d say last week, but I’ve been feeling these symptoms for the past two weeks now,” you hesitatingly told her, secretly not wanting to know the cause in order to avoid the dread and heartbreak if something was terminal.

“And what symptoms have you been having?” She asked you, now looking at your expression rather than the clipboard in her hands.

“Um,” you looked up in thought, “Nausea, cramps, breast tenderness, sudden feeling of exhaustion, loss of appetite, and I’ve been peeing a lot more.”

Dr. Khaleesi nods silently, her sudden silence makes you feel incredibly uneasy. You swallow down and exhale a shaky and audible sigh. She gives you a reassuring smile. “Do you mind if I exam your stomach?”

“N-No,” you quietly said and laid back on the cushioned exam table. “Go ahead, please.”

And after hearing your consent, Dr. Khaleesi pulled on some blue latex gloves and hovers her hands over your stomach. You pull up your shirt and pull the cracked skin of your bottom lip with your teeth. She gently presses down in different areas of your stomach, periodically asking, “Does this cause any pain? Discomfort?” And each time, you shook your head. As she was getting to the end of the exam, you went over every single possibility. What if it’s a tumor? What if you’re pregnant? Could it be cancer? Is it internal bleeding? Somehow, you couldn’t find a reason for each possibility to happen. You had no family members with a history of chronic illnesses. And you and Grayson always used protection, never birth control because of the harmful effects to your body. When Dr. Khaleesi was finished with the brief exam, she sighs softly and lays a hand on your shoulder.

“I know why you’re feeling like this, Y/N. And before I tell you, I want you to know that I am here if you ever need advice on how to do this, okay?” She tells you in a reassuring and motherly tone.

“Just tell me,” you whispered, voice cracking as you strong to keep a strong front. But with every second, it slowly disappeared, revealing a vulnerable and terrified woman in front of the doctor. “Please…”

Dr. Khaleesi sighed quietly and licked her red lipstick stained lips. “You’re… pregnant. Presumably one month pregnant.”

If you were standing, you were sure you would’ve dropped to your knees. Your mouth dropped open, trying desperately to form words, but all that came out was a weak squeak. Tears lined your waterline as you shook your head in disbelief.

“N-No, that’s… that’s fucking impossible,” you frantically said, shaking your head even more as you hastily stood up and walked over to the other side of the room. Your hands went to your hair as you paced back and forth. “Oh my God, oh my God, oh my, God,” you whispered to yourself, muffling a sob with the back of your hand. “I.. he’s been talking ab-about having kids for-for so long and…” your voice shook between every word. “We’re both so young!”

“We have options, Y/N,” Dr. Khaleesi gently told you as to not scare you if she rose her voice to speak over yours. “There’s abortion-”

“No!” You shouted. “That… That is out of the question. I-I need to talk to him. I need to see where his head is at first, and-and then I can talk to you about… options,” you whispered the last word. You are pro-choice, but you know deep in your heart that you couldn’t terminate this pregnancy. If Grayson thought the opposite, you’re not sure what would happen next.

“Would you like me to schedule your next appointment in one week?” Dr. Khaleesi quietly asks you as she notices the mental battle you’re currently having. “That way you have plenty of time to discuss what you both think, okay?”

You hesitatingly nod and look over at her with an expression that nearly broke her gentle heart. “I-I’m scared, Daksha.”

At the sound of her name exiting your lips, she immediately crosses over and pulls you into a hug. She understands that this may be unprofessional to her bosses and what other patients may see as inappropriate, but she would never let a terrified woman feel alone.

“You are going to be okay, child,” she tells you quietly, one hand wrapped around your shoulders as the other lightly pats the back of your head. “Whatever you decide, I will help you along the way, okay? Do not forget that.”

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