#I filled him with 15 pounds of chocolate

[uwudonoodle]

Remembering that time I spent 2 months building a Kyubey piñata, just so I could bash his head in with a baseball bat.

[leoinjapan]

A week in Colombia

Day 1

i arrived at El Dorado Airport at 4am, having slept not that great on a six-hour overnight flight from Toronto. my friend had booked me a taxi straight from the airport to her apartment; taxis here are really cheap, around 4 pounds to get across the entire city. Uber is also widely used here, although you should sit in the front seat as they are not actually allowed in Bogotá. apartments in Bogotá are really well protected, with different security measures to keep you safe. first i napped for a few hours and then had a delicious vegan bowl made by my friend's lovely mom. then my friend showed me around her neighbourhood, Chapinero, a historically queer district in north Bogotá. i learned how Colombia is a really queer and trans-friendly country, where gay marriage is legal and trans people have complete right of self-determination to change their documents, even with non-binary options, as well as gender-affirming healthcare!

for lunch my friend treated me to patacones, a mashed plantain baked to a crisp and topped with delicious toppings. she also showed me some awesome bookstores, such as Nada and Tornamesa. i tried delicious local chocolate from Fruto de Cacao. the weather was amazing at around 23 degrees celcius, not too sunny but pleasantly warm with no wind. luckily i did not suffer immediately from the altitude sickness that many tourists get when they arrive, as Bogotá is the highest capital city above sea level in the world.

we went back to watch a documentary about Lemebel, a queer icon in latin america (my friend was scandalized i had not heard of him). then i napped a bit more, which was a mistake; i woke up feeling so sick that i couldn't eat!

then we went to Theatron, latin america's biggest queer club. the streets that were empty before came alive with music and thousands of people. we had hotdogs from Nomáda Bogotá which were lovely, but sadly i was too sick to eat. Theatron has over 15 rooms with different types of music and live shows, and a capacity of over 6000. entry is less than £10 on saturdays (cheaper on other days) and includes a drink (gatorade for me)! my friend tells me more and more straight people come to the club now, but it was still very queer-friendly and one of the coolest club experiences i have ever had.

Day 2

for lunch my friend took me to a delicious vegan restaurant that does all traditional Colombian food, called Maria Candela. i tried ajiaco, a Bogotán dish of a herbal soup made with different kinds of local potatoes and chicken. it was so yummy, cheap and super filling!

i then went on a general tour of Bogotá hosted by Beyond Colombia. the guide was super enthusiastic and taught me so many things i didn't know about Colombia. we walked around important sights in its history, tasted the local traditional alcohol called chicha (fermented corn and sugar), and walked around the iconic La Candelária district. it was so colourful, full of street art and intricate crafts.

we then went to see Past Lives (again) at the cinema. the cinema quality was amazing, and the popcorn tasted really good! during Oscars season, you can get a pass to all the Oscars movies in february.

Day 3

in the morning i took an Uber to the bottom of the Monserrate, a mountain in Bogotá. it costs about £6 for a return journey on the cable car up the mountain to its peak, where you will find a church, a tourist market, and some restaurants. you can hike up the mountain yourself, but it takes around 2 hours. on the holy week, people walk up barefoot or on their knees on a sacrificial pilgrimage up the mountain to the church. in the church is the Black Madonna, based on the same iconic statue on the Montserrat mountain in Catalonia.

(this is also when i found out i got into the university of tokyo starting in april!)

it was super foggy on the 3000 metre high mountain and we could barely see the city. it started to pour with rain and my umbrella was not enough. unfortunately i got cold and wet without a coat, and was also exposed to high levels of UV up on the mountain, which led me to develop a fever later that evening...

i tried a bit of coca tea on the mountain. in Colombia and other countries in the Andes mountain range, people have been consuming coca leaves for centuries. coca tea contains a small amount of cocaine with mild stimulant effects, much like caffeine in coffee, and is completely harmless. Colombians use it to cure altitude sickness, nausea, and other stomach upsets.

i took my friends i made on the tour to Maria Candela again and i tried frijolada, which is a wholesome bean soup that i really loved. after that, i went to the Botero Museum/MAMU which has some really unique art from international artists, paintings by the iconic Colombian painter Botero, and a current exhibition highlighting indigenous culture and art (all in Spanish). it's free to visit so i definitely recommend going!

when my friend heard i felt sick, she took me to get aguapanela. panela is unrefined sugar, which you put in hot water for a nice soothing beverage. the Bogotá tradition is to put pieces of cheese in it, let them melt and then eat them! since i'm vegan i had it with bread. it was very delicious

Day 4

i had a restless night with my fever and decided to stay at home for the day. my tour guide even cancelled, so it felt like a sign not to go anywhere.

my friend's mom was an absolute angel and made me delicious vegan food and hot drinks and before long i felt a lot better

Day 5

in the morning i went on a war and peace-themed walking tour, also operated by Beyond Colombia. our guide was super knowledgeable, condensing centuries' worth of history into three hours. i learned so much about Colombia's recent history and controversies and i highly recommend this tour.

after that, i went to the Gold Museum (or Museo del Oro), which houses pre-Hispanic golden artefacts. in the indigenous culture, gold represented the sun and did not have monetary value; it was used in crafting and often offered back to nature. El Dorado is not a place, but an ancient ritual in which gold is thrown into the water, particularly a large lake near Bogotá; the Spanish dug up a lot of it and melted it into gold bars, but this museum still holds a large collection of 35,000, which is still only about 1% of the original artifacts that have been sacrificed in the ritual over the millennia.

at the end of the day my friend invited me to a collage-making workshop, which was really fun and therapeutic!

Day 6

at 8am in the morning, i took an Uber to the Paloquemao fruit market, where i was to have an AirBnB Experiences tour with my friend's brother, Victor. i was stunned by the amount of fruit i had never seen before. i tried different avocados, guavas, berries, cactus fruit, melons, and more. my favourite was the guanabana, or custard apple, which tastes exactly like custard!

the market is also full of beautiful flowers, vegetables, souvenirs and all sorts. i recommend visiting, though take an Uber as apparently it is not in the safest of neighborhoods.

in the evening i went to the National Museum, which houses an impressive amount of information about Colombian history. there are currently a few exhibitions about indigenous cultural revival. i was most excited to see a small exhibition about Las Traviesas, a collective of displaced indigenous trans women in Colombia, which was a beautiful and inspiring display of art.

towards the end of my visit, i developed a migraine. i got a tasty dinner at Wok and then went home to recover. thank you again to my friend and her mom for taking care of me!

on the day there was a big protest in the city centre in support of the current president. it's better to try and avoid the city centre when there are big protests.

Day 7

me and my friend went on a day trip to Villa de Leyva, a town north of Bogotá in the beautiful Boyacá region, famous for its emeralds. the bus trip took between 4 and 5 hours each way.

the town is absolutely gorgeous, full of cobbled streets and old colonial architecture. it was more touristy than Bogotá, with lots of tourist shops and some tasty food options. i got gelato made with tamarind and tajín (chilli flakes). for lunch, we went to La Maria Bistro which had an incredible brocolli dish that was the best thing i've eaten in a long while.

we went to Casa Terracota, the world's largest ceramic structure. it took 15 years for the architect to bake the house, during which it fell down three times. the construction was incredible and it was a very unique experience. usually the tour is only in spanish, but the guide did a great job translating it to english for me. the crazy thing was that he did his study abroad in Paignton, which is the town next to my hometown!

Day 8

on the last day, my friend and i went into the city to buy souvenirs for my family. there are tons of tourist shops and stalls in La Candelária, and we did our best research to find out which crafts were authentic. for lunch we want to Maria Candela again as the whole city was having a vegan burger festival with several restaurants participating.

in the afternoon we went to see Perfect Days, a really beautiful japanese movie. the cinema in Bogotá was really nice, with great quality screens and tasty snacks.

in the evening we went to my friend's favourite taco place, Insurgentes. the vibe was great and the tacos were delicious (mostly meat but some vegan).

for our final stop, we went to Chiquita. much smaller than Theatron but with a majority queer crowd, the music was on point and the atmosphere was great. there were even a couple of drag performances which apparently happen every night. i really loved this bar, which had a mixture of 90s/2000s pop and latin pop. i could have stayed there much longer but i had to get home to sleep before my flight at 9am.

i am the first to admit i knew nothing about Colombia (or even South America in general) before coming to Bogotá. i was eager to learn, and yet i learned far more than i ever imagined. Colombia exceeded my expectations 100 times over.

the internet is full of scary stories about Colombia, yet i felt safer here than i ever have in the US, for example. the city is so vibrant, colourful, and creative, full of life and soul. it is also the most queer-friendly capital i have been to, with the most amazing clubs you could imagine.

i learned so much about the history of the country, the language, the food, the art, and the gorgeous nature that's around every corner.

but what makes Colombia so, so great is the people. everybody here was so friendly and made such an effort to make me feel welcome, even though i know barely any Spanish. the city feels so alive with passion, hope, and resistance. i am so, so grateful to my friend Estefanía for taking care of me while i was there, looking after me and showing me the real Bogotá, making sure i knew where to go and what to do. she really is the best of us, and i will never forget her kindness 💕

i am so grateful to her incredible mother as well for nursing me back to health when i was sick!

i would come back to Colombia in a heartbeat, but until then, i have to get on the language apps!

[nancypullen]

Tick Tock

I’m about 24 hours away from what is hopefully my last appointment concerning that stupid kidney stone.  Tomorrow they’ll take out the stent and then we shall never speak of this again.  The removal has to be done at the surgery center even though it’s not surgery, and the whole thing should take just a couple of minutes.  Since I birthed a doctor, I feel free to ask him about the unknowns and this is what he told me when I asked if it really was that quick - “Oh yeah, they’ll yank that thing out like they’re starting a lawn mower.”  Imagine how comforted I was by that.  At this point, I don’t care - just get it out. But enough about all that gross stuff, how are you?  Are you excited to see the December calendar page? Are you loving seeing the Christmas lights and hearing the holiday music?  I AM!  Tonight is Denton’s Christmas parade, and tomorrow night is the Christkindlmarket. What a great way to start the month!  This time tomorrow I’ll be a lot more comfortable and I’m going to be a wrapping, decorating, Christmas tune singing fool.  

But for today, I’ve got some laundry chugging and dinner is in the crock pot.  For Mickey it’s Mongolian Beef, for me dinner will probably be soup.  I made a big pot of chicken soup on Monday and it hits the spot every time.  I don’t know the science behind it, but my tastes have changed drastically over the last month.  We normally eat pretty clean and healthy, I’d say 85% of the time anyway, but now I don’t even crave the other 15%.  I haven’t had a Diet Coke since Halloween and it doesn’t even sound good to me.  I’ve been addicted to Diet Coke since 1984!  Chocolate? Haven’t touched it.  Crunchy, salty stuff - not even popcorn appeals to me and I rarely went a night without a bowl of popcorn.  You know those people that get hit in the head and wake up speaking Swedish or something crazy like that?  This is my version of that.  All I want is fruit and veggies. My lunch today will be red grapes, cucumbers, and maybe a little yogurt.  If I’m really hungry a cup of soup.  Dinner is the same, or I zap a Healthy Choice frozen meal. There’s a Chicken Marinara that I like.  You’d think that thirty days of eating like this would have caused a change in my appearance.  Nope.  I’ve lost a grand total of four pounds.  I swear, scientists should study me.  Anyone else would have wasted away, my sturdy Scots and German DNA is holding steady.  I can identify with this meme.

I guess I’m built for survival.  Ya’ know what? I’m okay with that.  2023 is the year that I stop worrying about it.  I’m going to enjoy good health, a good life, and my wonderful family and dear friends.  I’m going to put my energy into creating art and being happy. You can do all of those things whether your pants are a size 6 or 16.  It. Just. Doesn’t. Matter.   The majority of magazine articles and television commercials are aimed at women and the overwhelming message is that we are not good enough exactly as we are.  They’re counting on us believing that and throwing all of our money at whatever product promises to improve us.  We’re not allowed to wrinkle, sag, gain weight, or ever dare to look our age. I’ve yet to see any ads targeting men with that message.  Sure, you see some stuff for bald guys, but everything else is for erectile dysfunction.  No one is shaming men for their crow’s feet.   For us, it starts before middle school and follows us to the grave - we’re not pretty enough, thin enough, fill-in-the-blank enough.  I’m calling BS on all of that.  Younger women, thankfully,  figured this out before my generation did. They’re out there loving themselves and living their best lives exactly as they are.  Bravo, ladies!  I’m learning so much from you.  I’ve decided to like myself.  Well, that went off the rails, didn’t it?  I didn’t share even half of what I was thinking once I got on my soapbox. You’re welcome.  I actually intended to come here and post my chicken soup recipe (it really is good).  I’ll have to share that tomorrow.  I’m going to have a little lunch and then sit at my desk and create something pretty.  The sun is shining, the birds are singing, and tomorrow I’ll take my pants off in front of strangers for what I hope is the last time for a very long time.  I may have to enter the Witness Protection Program after this.  Sending out loads of love on this first day of December.  I hope that  your hearts are light and your homes are peaceful. Stay safe, stay well.

Nancy 

[if-you-fan-a-fire]

"YARDMAN SPOTS NAZI HIDING IN WAR TRAIN," Toronto Star. May 15, 1942. Page 2. ---- Frederick Oeser, Bowmanville Fugitive, Offers No Resistance at Belleville --- CARRIED 4 KNIVES ---- The vigilance of the C.N.R. yardman in the Belleville train yards today brought about the capture of Frederich Oeser, German prisoner who escaped from an internment camp yesterday. Oeser is being held in the Belleville police station where he is described as "an amiable guy" and made no fuss either at the time of his arrest or since.

According to police, the yardman, Lawrence Amo of Belleville, noticed a man hiding in the gondola of a freight train filled with war materials. He asked him for his registration certificate and the man replied he didn't have one. but said he was going on to Brockville.

"You had better come with me." Amos is quoted as saying and the German went with him to the train office. He was turned over to Special Agent Hendrick of the C.N.R., Sergt. Arthur Boothe and Constable F. Campbell of the Belleville police.

When he was searched, Oeser had on him 13 five cent chocolate bars and three large chocolate bars weighing about a pound. He also had on him part of a bologna loaf and four knives, one of which was a dinner knife and had been notched to make a saw. Also on him was. a German-English dictionary.

Prisoner Looked "Very Young" "He was sitting there dozing and he didn't look more than 18 years old., said a woman who sat across from Eberhard Wildermutch, picked up first in the general waiting-room at the Union station. "He looked very young."

She described him as being "fairly short" and of fair complexion. "He was all by himself, and he acted as if he couldn't keep his eyes open. He kept nodding. I think he was wearing a windbreaker, and he had a sort of little knapsack with him. I didn't really pay any attention to him until the soldiers walked up to him and said. 'Come along with us. He didn't put up a struggle, he just went along."

She said she didn't know how long the man had been there, but long the man had been there, but that she had noticed him only a few minutes before.

Gateman George Billings rushed to the telephone to call R.C.M.P. as soon as Wildermutch admitted he was the escaped prisoner. Lance-Corp. Frank Ingram took him to the military police office in the station, where he was held pending the arrival of R.C.M.P. Det.-Sergt. John Nimmo, who captured Lieut. Commander Gunther Kray of the Ger- man navy in November, 1940. at the Union station after he escaped from Gravenhurst camp, rushed to the station with Detective Edmund Tong. They formed part of the guard to take the Nazi to the nearby headquarters of the R.C.M.P.

A train was not scheduled to leave until shortly after 1 p.m.

Wanted to Be Caught "He seemed to me as though he wanted to be caught," remarked Billings.

Certain He Was Prisoner It was in the Oak room at the west of the Union Station that Lance Corpl. Ingram first caught glimpse of Wildermutch.

"He was sitting back in the corner," he said. "I almost passed. Then I caught a glimpse of him. He started to walk away. I took a look around to see where his partner was. I was certain then he was one of the escaped prisoners."

The lance corporal produced the article and two pictures of the escaped men from The Star. He had been an observer overseas in the great war. attached to the observation corps of the Canadian Corps.

Finally. Ingram said, he went over to the German and questioned him.

"He said he came from Boston and that his accent was Norwegian. I asked him for his papers. He produced some papers from his inside coat pocket. but I had enough experience in the R.C.M.P. at Windsor customs to know these were not the right papers. I asked him for his registration card and he did not have one. I took him down to the military police office in the station." Finally Wildermutch said: "I know who you think I am." Ingram said: 'I told him. You're an escaped German prisoner. 'All right. You've got me, said the German." Ingram was stationed at a prison camp in Northern Ontario, from March to September, 1941. The lance-corporal knew his Germans, he said. Send Them Up North Oeser will be brought to R.C.M.P. headquarters in Toronto and both men, it is reported. will be transferred to another camp in Northern Ontario.

The prisoners escaped yesterday in a packing case. Preparations were being made to move prisoners., from the camp because of overcrowding. Both men are just five feet four and a quarter inches in height, and are said to be the by smallest in the camp. The crates were taken out Wednesday night and loaded on a baggage car. The prisoners hammered their way out during the night.

[kiarazuri]

Chapter 15: JJ

“D’you get them?” Anton’s sitting on his bed with his back to the headboard and a game in his hand. The sounds of combat emanate from it. He doesn’t look up at them—feigning nonchalance that really only indicates just how annoyed he is at the both of them.      JJ and Eya had coalesced somewhere on the way home from Délicieux Carré. They’d walked silently, JJ’s arm around Eya’s shoulder, all the way back to the hotel. Neither has said a word to the other. Neither wants to talk about Lottie, because both knows that their genuine feelings for the DuCiel… don’t meld well with their reasons for getting close to him. Better to ask forgiveness than permission, right? Except, their lies of omission feel (to JJ at least, though he’s almost certain his husband feels the same) like a boulder slowly gaining weight on their shoulders, threatening them with pressure that’s bound to break sooner or later.      Dropping their hauls onto the foot of Anton’s bed sheds a few pounds—but they still feel attached. As if a chain were holding them all together.      “I got 2.” “I got 9.” JJ and Eya answer respectively.      “Useless once again,” Chora chides, pecking at the chocolate bars now littering the bed. “Always making Po Eya work more than him.”      JJ clenches his fist and takes a deep breath—doesn’t take the bait.      Eya, however, swipes a hand straight at the raven, shooing her furiously from the bed.      Chora caws! and flaps her wings indignantly before settling on Anton’s shoulder.      Anton sighs, rubbing at the bridge of his nose. He sets his game down and leans forward to check out the bars. Eya kneels at the bedside (the perfect height to bend over the bed) and JJ kneels at his side, wrapping an arm around his waist and pulling him flush against him.      Eya gives him an understanding smile and welcomes the kisses JJ lands on his lips. Soft. Sweet. Sincere. Each one accompanied by a slight tightening of JJ’s arm to bring them incrementally closer till the smaller man is full-on leaning into the larger, his knees almost coming off the carpet.      Eya huffs and swats playfully at him as he tries to right himself.      JJ just smiles victoriously and maneuvers him so he’s basically pinned between the bed and himself. He cages him in like a giant, heated, weighted blanket.      Eya sighs into it, his entire body going lax beneath JJ’s.      Something about it makes the boulder fall from his shoulder. JJ knows that it’ll just come back like Sisyphus’s curse but he basks in its departure anyway. For this moment, as the tension and nerves dissipate, there’s just contentment and happiness in their wake.      They would’ve stayed like that, basking in each other’s warmth and tranquility, if not for a certain, impatient little brother and rather rude familiar.      “Enough,” Anton groans, throwing them 6 of the 11 chocolate bars.      “Ridiculous,” Chora huffs, collecting 2 for herself.      The remaining 3 are Anton’s and he’s already tucking a nail into the wrapper of a milk and mushroom chocolate bar. “Let’s see if anyone was successful.”      Eya and JJ sigh, and grab 3 each.      They unwrap their bars one at a time.      No. No. No. No. No. No. No. No. No. No. Till they finally reach the last one.      JJ’s been watching Eya carefully, and the witch has been staring at the final bar this entire time. It’s in Eya’s pile, but JJ plucks it up anyway, slowly turning it over and over as if he may be able to see inside without even opening it.      “Is this the one your spell indicated?” He asks in his husband’s ear, his chest still pressed against Eya’s back.      Eya nods.      JJ takes it slow, pealing the layers one by one. As he’s peeling back the silver foil beneath the red matte paper, a hint of gold peaks through. The largest sigh of his life fills the air as he pulls the gilded paper out and lets the chocolate bar fall to the bed.      The Golden Ticket gleams.      Bright. Happy. Daunting.      The hotel room is deathly silent, each of them waiting for another to make the next move. It feels like a crossroads in the dead of night—one wrong move could take them down a path from which they may never return.      JJ clears his throat.      And reads:

GREETINGS TO YOU, THE LUCKY FINDER OF THIS GOLDEN TICKET! We, the Heirs of DuCiel Confectionarie, invite you to be our esteemed guest for one, single, endless day. On October 1st, you must come to the factorie gates at 10 AM sharp from which we shall eagerly conduct you around our beloved, marvelous home. Oh, but this is by no means the most exciting thing that shall occur the day of your visit. Many scrumptious surprises are in store for you! Just wait and see! You’re allowed to bring 1 member of your own family (partners included) to join you. Oh, and one more thing—be certain to have this ticket on your person, otherwise you’ll not be admitted. And what a shame that would be. Your visit is on the horizon—Don’t forget! And don’t be late! For we eagerly await you. Les DuCiels

Just like Wonda, the simple words make JJ feel like he’s been transported directly into the story. He wonders what the DuCiels have in store in their facilities. Given their reputation, he has no doubt it’ll be as amazing as the Ticket promises.      Inhumanly so.      As the words fade from JJ’s mouth (the DuCiel name ringing like a deathknell in the silence) a current of something lingers in the air.      Static? Sound? He’s not sure.      But Eya’s head is cocked and he’s staring at the ticket with a curious frown.      “There’s a thick glamour coating the ticket,” Eya says before JJ can ask him about it. JJ looks back at the ticket in surprise. He can’t see anything.      “Could you see it when you picked it out?”      Eya shakes his head. He picks up the chocolate bar the ticket came from, examining it. “They must’ve hidden it somehow.” He glances back at the ticket, giving a little shove to push his glasses back up his nose. “I think… it’s more than a ticket.”      JJ frowns. “What d’you mean?”      “I think it’s a spell,” he explains. “I think whoever opens it, whoever reads it, is bound to follow its instructions.”      “So if someone got a ticket and didn’t want to go…”      “They’ll have no choice,” Eya finishes the thought easily. “I can see the glamour ekeing out into the air and settling on your skin. You’re spellbound.”      “Told you it was a trap,” Anton grouses. Chora caws! in agreement.      “Trap or not,” JJ replies, unsuccessfully hiding his annoyance. “This is the outcome we—”      “You!” Anton shouts. “The outcome YOU were aiming for!”      “We were aiming for. So, on October 1st, spell or no spell, Eya and I will take the tour of DuCiel Confectionarie.” JJ finishes, ignoring his brother’s interruption.      “And until then? Will either of you continue seeing Lottie DuCiel?”      JJ and Eya meet each other’s gaze, searching one another’s eyes for the answer they each seek. Neither of them want to stop seeing Lottie.      Anton groans. “Gods. Fucking hell. Why’m I even here? What good is a voice of reason if no one listens to them.”      JJ glares at him. “Voice of reason my ass, you’re the one that shoved me into him.”      “A decision I regret more and more every day.”      “We’ll deal with Lottie when the time comes,” Eya announces, giving JJ’s arm still wrapped around his waist a reassuring squeeze. “You can wash your hands of it, Ant, and leave everything to us.”      Anton nods, the movement exhausted like he’s aged 10 years in the last 10 seconds. “Thanks,” He answers, then stands with Chora still perched on his shoulder, brushing them off with a wave of his hand. “I’m taking a shower, talk amongst yourselves.”      The door shuts with a click!, quickly followed by the sound of running water.      The room is heavy with tension, the golden ticket still in JJ’s hand. Eya moves, pulls JJ up and over top their own bed. He pushes him down onto his back and cuddles up to his side once he’s settled, plucking the ticket out of his hand to analyze it.      The second the gold leaves JJ’s fingers—it’s like his hand’s been taken off the heat.      As if he’d had his hand on a hot iron and had no idea.      Magic. And he hadn’t noticed.      “I love you,” JJ murmurs, softly, for just Eya to hear. It comes unbidden, pulled from deep in his chest. True and real and somehow important to vocalize here, in this moment. He would be nothing without Eya. Literally. He would have died a long time ago. Eya keeps him safe, keeps him sane and happy and healthy.      Lottie is new and neither of them know what’s going to happen there in the future—but no matter what happens there, JJ knows he won’t lose Eya over it. He can’t.      “I love you.”      Eya glances up at JJ from where his cheek is squished against his chest, his eyes knowing and his lips quirking up slightly in amusement. “I love you, too.” His smile softens slightly, becomes more reassuring than teasing. “And don’t worry. We’ve got a whole month to figure this out. And we will.”      “Yeah,” JJ agrees. “We will.”      One way, or another.

To Be Continued in Chapter 16 💗

[ladykissingfish]

say each Akatsuki member is walking along with their partner (Deidara with Sasori, Hidan with Kakuzu, etc) coming back from a mission or something. One or both partners are hungry, and they have a little extra money, so they stop at a cafe or something. There’s a sign on the wall advertising some kind of food, like a gigantic 20 pound burger, and the sign says that if you can finish it, your meals are free AND you get free food for a year. which partner is going for it and which one bails?

oh I like this! it kinda reminds me of the show Man vs Food!

Okay let’s see, um:

Sasori and Deidara

With Deidara and Sasori, well, Sasori can’t eat. I think Dei would see the sign and kind of scoff at it, thinking it’s stupid. Sasori, already being annoyed at having to stop so that Deidara could eat, would make some little comment about “It’s not like you could do it anyway, brat.” Which, of course, Deidara is gonna take as a challenge. So he gears up to tackle his gigantic food item or plate of food (let’s say it’s something like, a gigantic sundae. Like a huge mixing bowl filled to the brim with ice cream, chocolate sauce, cherries, sprinkles, nuts, candy pieces, whipped cream, the works). And he has to finish it all in 30 minutes or less to complete the challenge. So he starts off fine, just digging in and going for it, but about twenty spoonfuls in he’s starting to feel … not so good. But he glances over at Sasori who has this smug little smile on his face, and it pushes Deidara to eat even more. But eventually Deidara’s stomach catches up to his stupidity, and at 20 seconds to go he’s pushing back from the table and retching all over the floor. The other patrons are horrified and Sasori is laughing his ass off, the hardest he’s laughed since he became a puppet. They have to pay for the meal and Deidara has to ride home on the back of Hiroku … and he has to jump off every ten minutes or so to puke into the bushes.

Deidara and Tobi/Obito

With Tobi, Deidara comes across a pizza eating challenge. The pizza itself is massive: it covers the entire table and is overlaid with a thick mixture of heavy sauce, literal buckets of cheese, pepperoni, and sausages. This particular challenge is able to be taken on by one or two people. If one person, they have 30 minutes to finish the entire thing. If two, they have 15. Deidara is leery about this after what happened with Sasori, but Tobi manages to convince him that it’ll be fun. So Deidara agrees to give it a go. He gets temporarily distracted when Tobi removes his mask ((Deidara has been his partner long enough to see him without it, but each time it’s still a shock)), but Tobi (in his Obito voice) tells him to focus. Deidara does okay at first; the pizza is really tasty and Dei is hungry. He manages to finish one gigantic slice, then two … and then he hits a wall. His stomach is at bursting point and his hand won’t even move to pick up his next piece. He looks at Tobi thinking he’s probably feeling the same … but Tobi looks just as comfortable as if he’s sipping tea. “You okay, Senpai?” Deidara says he is, but doesn’t think he can eat any more. There’s four more cartoonishly big pieces, and less than 5 minutes on the timer. Tobi says “Don’t worry, I’ve got this,” and proceeds on the last four pieces with a speed and steadfastness that Deidara’s never seen before. He’s in awe as Tobi reaches the last piece, winks at Deidara and downs the entire thing in one gulp, with 30 seconds to spare. The entire pizzeria erupts in applause as the owner brings them out their prize (which really wasn’t that great; two t-shirts and a certificate for a free xtra large pizza), and Tobi slides his mask back over his face. The two leave, walking slowly to accommodate Deidara’s aching belly, and Deidara asks him how he was able to do that. “Don’t you feel sick?” “No; Tobi doesn’t feel anything anymore, Senpai.” Deidara starts to ask him what he means by that, but a sudden drowsiness overcomes him. He wants to stop to rest, but Tobi just gives him a piggyback ride the rest of the way home.

Hidan and Kakuzu

With Hidan and Kakuzu, let’s say the challenge is extra extra EXTRA hot chicken wings. Like with the California reaper pepper-sauce. The challenge is ten wings in ten minutes, and you win free food for a year. Hidan likes spicy food so he figures, why not go for it? For him this is just a fun game, but one look at Kakuzu’s face tells him that the old guy is dead serious about winning. Hidan mentions that he knows Kakuzu hates spicy food, but Kakuzu just tells him to “Shut it, brat,” a determined look on his face. Anyway the timer starts and Hidan takes one bite of the first wing and almost passes out. His competitive spirit makes him finish the one, but his brain tells him there’s no way he’ll be able to handle all of them, much less in ten measly minutes. He looks over at Kakuzu expecting to see the same reaction … and nearly passes out again when he sees the old bastard is HALFWAY THROUGH HIS PLATE. And it’s clearly not easy on him; his face is redder than Hidan’s ever seen it, and tears are streaming down his face … but he finishes. With three minutes to go. Then he turns to the shocked owner and asks if he finishes Hidan’s wings, can he get free food for TWO years. The guy agrees, and Kakuzu quickly devours Hidan’s plate as well. Kakuzu gets his written certificate for two years worth of free meals, and Hidan gives him a piggyback ride home. Halfway there Kakuzu curses because one of his hearts gives out, and he asks Hidan to stop and kill someone so that he can replace it. Hidan does, getting a sacrifice out of the deal, and the two continue home.

Konan, Nagato and Zetsu

Konan and Nagato come across this little diner that offers something called “The Bug Burger” contest. The burger itself is normal sized, but nobody ever finishes it because if it’s contents. The “meat” is made up of a mix of ground up locusts, ants, dung beetles, spiders, and tics, and the smell alone is enough to send anyone to an early grave. Konan won’t allow Nagato to try it; he’s got enough health issues as it is. Konan herself gives it a shot (the prize for finishing is $5,000 and the Akatsuki is low on funds at the moment). She actually makes it about a third of the way in, until she feels a tickling sensation in her mouth. She pulls the foreign object out and sees it’s a spider leg, still twitching. This causes her to lose it and she stays in the bathroom for quite some time, ridding her stomach of the abomination. When she comes out, she’s surprised to see Zetsu at the table, who Nagato contacted. Zetsu asks to take on the burger challenge … and he loves the hell out of it. He devours the whole thing in less than a minute, and is even licking the crumbs off the table. He wins the 5 grand, which he gives to Nagato and Konan for the Akatsuki … and orders 4 more of the burgers “for the road”.

Itachi and Kisame

At an out of the way restaurant the two stop at, they see a sign on the wall called “Masta Of Pasta” challenge. Itachi asks the waitress what it is, and she explains that it’s a contest where one person has 20 minutes to eat a mop-bucket filled with the pasta of their choice. If they win, they get a T-shirt, a (plastic) crown, and $100. Kisame thinks it’s interesting so he agrees to take part. Itachi would like to do it as well, but he knows how delicate his health is, so he leaves it alone. Kisame chooses cheese-filled tortellini in alfredo sauce, and they bring him out the bucket full. The timer starts and Kisame digs in. He’s normally a large eater by nature, and at first he thinks this won’t pose much of a challenge to him. But about halfway through the bucket his stomach starts to grumble and gurgle, the undigested noodles and heavy sauce making their presence felt. He thinks about just giving it up … until he sees Itachi’s face. How earnest, how encouraging, how sweet. He knows how bad Itachi feels about his physical limitations, how much it frustrates him, and thinking that pushes Kisame to finish every last bite, well before the timer goes off. Everyone claps, and the owner brings out brings out the T-shirt, crown, and cash. Kisame promptly pulls the T-shirt over Itachi and puts the crown on his lovely brunette locks, which has the young Uchiha beaming from ear to ear. Kisame then suggests that they take some of his winnings and stop at Itachi’s favorite tea and dango spot on the way home, to which Itachi happily agrees.

Thank you Anon, this was fun to write 😊

[thotsome]

Tell Them

Harry Potter x Fem!Reader

Summary: When Harry sees you getting a little too comfortable with his friends, he realises he doesn't want to keep you a secret anymore.

Warnings: Dom!Harry, Sub!Reader, nsfw, smut, penetrative sex, oral sex- female receiving, master kink, choking and size kink if you squint, angst start and fluff ending because :)

Word count: 1.4k

~♡︎~

As you sat on Seamus' lap and laughed at his stupid, sexist jokes, you spotted Harry Potter fuming about 15 feet away. You smiled.

Tonight was going to be fun.

"You're so funny, Seam" you said as you ran your hand up his arm. Seamus looked delighted

Harry looked furious.

His bad, you thought. If he doesn't want to tell people we're dating I'm going to act like we aren't.

Him and his stupid hero complex. He insisted that being the chosen one's girlfriend was going to make you a target. What he didn't take into account was that you could look after yourself just fine. You were a Gryffindor through and through.

And today you were wearing a Gryffindor red dress. It was working.

Poor Harry.

"Hey, um, you wanna come to my dorm to see my...uh... chocolate frog cards?" stammered Seamus.

Oops. You hadn't foreseen this. He obviously wanted to show you more than his cards.

But it would make Harry jealous. And if Seamus tried anything you'd just shoot him down.

"Sure", you said, getting off his lap and taking his hand, but not before you saw Harry glaring at you two.

As you reached the boys' dorm and sat on Seamus' bed, he began frantically hunting for his "prized collection". He was such a liar. You almost didn't feel bad for leading him on.

"I'm sure they were here, Weasley must've nicked 'em-" he said

You gave him a reassuring smile that said take all the time you need.

He sighed and went back to "searching".

Just as you were starting to regret coming upstairs, the door was flung open.

And there stood Harry.

"Get out", he said to Seamus, in a dangerously low voice. Seamus looked over his shoulder at you and left the room.

"Well?" You asked.

"I've changed my mind" and then he stode over the room and his mouth was on yours.

He tasted like butterbeer and wind. Like Harry.

You could never get enough of him.

His hands roamed all over your dress. You wanted them below the annoying material. But you couldn't let Harry get away with this so quickly. You pulled away.

"Changed your mind about what?" You asked.

"About telling everyone"

"Why?"

"Y/n" he breathed. His hands pressed your waist gently.

"Tell me, Harry."

He didn't answer. Instead he kissed your neck and snaked his way behind you. You couldn't bring yourself to think rationally when he was nibbling at your soft spot like this. Before you could turn around he picked you up from the back and set you on the bed on your knees while he positioned himself right behind you.

You could feel his hard on pressing against your ass. You moaned. Harry took that as an invitation and unzipped your ridiculously tiny dress and threw it aside.

He raised his eyebrows once he saw what you were wearing underneath it. See-through red panties and a push up bra.

As he ran his fingers lightly over your body, you shivered.

"You little slut," Harry said "Who's your master?" You didn't reply. You couldn't let Harry get the better of you. You pursed your lips.

"Is this how it's gonna be?" Harry asked "Y/n? You're not going to tell me who your master is?"

You shook your head. Not today.

Harry tutted and chuckled. You were such a Gryffindor. He bit your shoulder lightly as he unhooked your bra. You could feel his hunger even from behind you. He took your breasts in his hand and squeezed them.

You swallowed, trying not to moan.

Harry cupped your breasts and played with them, making them bounce and pinching your nipples lightly. You couldn't help it. You whimpered. You wanted him inside you so badly you could feel your walls clenching.

Harry growled at hearing the sound and ripped your panties off you. He wrapped his fingers around your neck lightly and pushed you face- first onto the bed, your ass in the air, your back arched, as he stood at the edge of it.

"Mm, so wet already" Harry said "you're such a good whore, y/n, tell me who your master is and I'll give you what you want."

And you did want. You wanted it so bad.

But all this was to teach him a lesson. You held your ground.

"All right then, if this is how you want to act"

Harry split your thighs with his hands and touched his lips to your now slick opening and you moaned. Very loud. It was so damn good. You pushed your ass onto Harry's face to create the friction you so desperately needed. Harry complied, tracing circles around your clit with his tongue and eating you out. You couldn't stand it. You gripped the sheets with your fingers tightly enough to tear them.

As Harry's tongue slipped inside you, an almost primitive sound left your mouth. . You could feel the knot in your stomach tightening, so close to your release. You were going to cum.

Before that could happen, Harry removed his mouth. You let out a frustrated whimper. Damn this. You were going to get what you wanted.

"Harry," you said in an innocent tone, your voice muffled by the sheets, "you're my master" You prayed to Merlin it would work.

And it did. Harry groaned at hearing those words finally come out of your mouth. He flipped you over and pinned your wrists to the bed as you opened your legs wide for him, your feet on the ledge and your knees in the air.

He removed his pants and underwear with his free hand and allowed you to admire him freely. He was really so gorgeous. You inhaled when his member sprang up, now free. He was huge. You'd done this with him before, but you always wondered how you could fit all that inside you. You weren't complaining though.

Harry smiled at you before lining himself up at your entrance. That smile still made your stomach flip.

As he penetrated you, you screamed and arched your back. It was so amazing every. single. time.

Harry went slow first, attempting not to hurt you. But you needed him to go faster and deeper. "Harder, master" you managed to speak between moans and gasps.

Harry released your wrists and hooked his thumb into your mouth. You sucked at it greatfully. He used his other hand to knead your breasts and you couldn't have been more euphoric.

But then Harry hit your g-spot, causing your eyes to roll to the back of your head. As he continued pounding you into the bed, you moaned and panted and gasped. This man owned you. You'd let him do anything to you. He took his now wet thumb out of your mouth and stimulated your clit. You closed your eyes. You could pass out of the pleasure.

"Open your eyes y/n", Harry said, "I want to watch you fall apart"

Your eyes fluttered open and you looked into his

Harry gave a particularly deep thrust and you could see stars as you moaned his name. After a few more of the same, your walls squeezed Harry's cock as you came over it.

"Oh fuck, y/n you're so beautiful" Harry continued thrusting into you and you felt his member expand. He fucked you through your aftershocks and made your orgasm last longer.

A few moments later you could feel his hot cum fill you up.

Heaven.

As you both lay panting on the bed, Harry turned your face upto his and said "You know why I changed my mind y/n?" You looked at him expectantly as he stroked your hair.

"Because I can't let anyone else do that to you. I love you, y/n."

"I love you too, Harry."

"Reckon everyone already knows that by the way you were screaming my name. I didn't use any silencing charms, you know."

As you mock punched him, you knew that it didn't matter if everyone heard you. You were together, and from how much you loved each other, you would be for a while.

[shiraishi-mai]

[10:00pm]

"I will still always love you."

'I didn't say anything," you said, leaning against the brick wall. Your eyes were focused on the orange and red leaves that crunched under your shoes.

"I think I know how you feel. I know how I would feel."

You ignored the stinging in your eyes. How could he know when even you didn't know how you felt? There was a strange something bubbling in your chest. Why did you feel this way? Why did it feel as though your breath was knocked out of you when you saw the invitation with curly silver writing beautifully written on the white envelope. You were happy for him. He deserved the best the world had to offer and you always knew that this was bound to happen. After all, he was never yours to begin with.

"I'm happy for you." You tried to keep the hurt out of your voice and gave him a small smile. Suga walked over to lean against the wall beside you. His lips were pursed and you knew he saw right through you. After all, he was probably the only person who knew you inside out.

"You know, I imagined it before. Whenever you dated someone new, I thought about how it would feel if you got married." He exhaled.

"And it bothered me more than I thought it would. More than it should have. I think I would still mind, even now, in some awful, possessive way." He sighed and looked up at the night sky. "We've never been with each other in that way and it's not like we made any promises."

We both heard the 'but'.

"We knew this would happen," you finally said. "We chose different paths a long time ago."

There was silence. You thought about all the years Suga stood by your side. Always looking out for you, always supporting you. He was your first kiss, the shoulder you cried on many times, and the first face you looked for when you achieved something. He was your best friend and at one point in your life, he was home.

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A familiar figure walked up to them.

"Y/n?" The boy wore a light, pale sweater with brown khakis and white shoes. His grey hair was a bit tousled and his confused expression mirrored yours.

You whipped around with an accusing glance at your friend who flinched a little under your gaze.

"So it turns out the guy's friend couldn't come...and you and Aera wouldn't come out unless we all went on a date together." Your friend had complained she would leave high school without ever getting a boyfriend and somehow organised this mess that you only agreed to to get her to stop begging.

"SO YOU CALLED SUGA?" you exclaimed.

"Standing right here," he said, putting his hand up. "I am also shocked, thanks for asking."

"You could have just told me he canceled," you muttered, "It's not like I was super excited to do this." Your friend's face was sheepish and her eyes slid over to Suga who had an odd expression on his face. He walked over in front of you and lowered his face, an impish grin replacing the expression.

"Aw come on, is going on one date with your best friend so bad? It'll be the same as hanging out, plus I'm a perfect gentleman." His tone was light and teasing. You rolled your eyes and let out a breath in relief that he wouldn't take this seriously.

Though, you still felt your heart skip a beat when his grinned widened as you agreed.

"Just this one time."

[later]

The girls stared at their respective boys, unimpressed. Your friend's date punched the air and they high-fived each other while Suga and Asahi stared at the ground in shame.

"How can you two of all people be bad at this?" You said flatly.

The scoreboard of the basketball hoop arcade game flashed a 60 while Asahi and Suga had made a measly 10 and 15.

"We're volleyball players, not basketball!" Suga exclaimed.

"I don't think your hand eye coordination should be THAT bad."

The boys grumbled and you and your friends giggled. Suga refused to look at you as you all walked outside of the building into the park after that. Exasperated at his silent treatment, you dragged him over to the ice cream cart as an apology for making fun of him.

"What did you get?"

"Chocolate. What about you?"

"Strawberry," you said happily. "It's really good! Do you want to try?" You held out your cone. He leaned down to take a bite and found himself with ice cream on his face instead.

"First you make fun of me, and then you attack me with ice cream." He shook his head. "Some date you are."

"That's what they always do on dates on TV. It looked fun so I wanted to try."

He gave her a sly grin. "You know, the guy usually gets her back."

You yelped as you attempted to scamper away but a strong arm caught your waist and you struggled to escape. You saw the cone get closer to your face and shrank back - closing your eyes and scrunching up your face.

But the cold sensation never came. Instead, you felt a soft pair of lips peck your cheek and your eyes widened as you turned to look at him.

"You scared me! I thought-" Ice cream was suddenly on your nose. Suga laughed, clutching his stomach. "Your face, oh my god."

You couldn't help but smile at the delight on his face.

When he finally straightened up, your eyes locked and he looked at you with a soft expression. You didn't know when he had started to make your heart pound and your face burn. Maybe it was when he had gently put on a bandaid on the scrape on your knee (he claims to carry a few since you're so clumsy) and briefly swiped his thumb over the plastic, or rubbed your hands and blew on them in the winter, or carried you to your bed when you fell asleep studying together.

He had confessed to you in your second year. You had frozen, unsure of what to do, before blurting out that you didn't feel the same before you could process his words. You had slid down your locker after he waved bye with a smile on his face, saying "no hard feelings", and went to practice. Your thoughts raced. You knew him for such a long time, it would ruin your friendship to date him, right? You couldn't bear to hurt him or end up fighting with him. And besides, when both of you discussed your futures, he had been surprised that you wanted to move out of Miyagi while you were surprised he wanted to stay.

Is this what it would have been like? You thought, as you both sat with your head on his shoulder and his on top of yours. You relished in his warmth and he had a faint smell of laundry detergent. Both of you stared out at the river, enjoying the quiet of the night.

Your hands were intertwined and placed on your lap. Every time you opened your mouth to say something, you found you didn't have the words.

"I made my decision. I'm going to leave after graduation." You finally said.

"Okay," he said softly.

"Like leaving the country."

"Okay." He repeated.

"I don't know when I'll come back."

"Okay."

You squeezed his hand tighter as your eyes suddenly filled with moisture. You peeked at his face to see he was staring at the bright bridge lights with a neutral face and you turned back to look at them too. You heard him quietly take a breath.

"I love you."

You pressed your lips together to keep them from trembling.

"Okay," you said.

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"In the next life?" You finally turned to look at him. His grey eyes twinkled with humour and mischief. He may have grown taller and changed throughout the years, but his eyes always stayed the same. You both had joked about what you would do if you were born again and agreed that you would meet again.

"In the next life," you replied. "I promise I won't leave you. Ever." You clenched your jaw.

He chuckled. "I'll hold you to it."

The silence between you two as you stared at each other lasted for a brief few seconds but felt so heavy and your nails dug into your palms.

"Come on," he finally said, holding out his hand, "let's go back inside."

[fightxxmexxshiggy]

Work from home

BAKUGOU x female reader

Word count 2200

TW: cervix play, degradation, implied threesomes.

Ugh why did you decide running was going to be your exercise for this bet?! Really the bounce of you breasts was gonna knock you into a coma before you made it to the 30 day goal. You wanted to give up or even try to negotiate for a different exercise but you knew your friends would poke fun at you if you whined about this to them. Steeling your nerves you hit the hill in front of you with a jumping sort of run hoping it would make the trek upwards a little easier. This was a mistake that you might never forgive yourself for. Your knees hated you, your breasts were screaming for the torture to end, to top it off the sweat running down your back decided to drip between your ass cheeks causing the nastiest feel ever.

Finally giving up on making it up the hill in one shot you wandered to the side of the path. Sitting on the nearest flat rock you took some deep breaths with your head through back in Hope's more air would come to your overworked lungs. After about five minutes you had calmed enough to stretch a bit so you didn't start cramping randomly. Catching the sound of footfalls your eyes shot open to watch as the most jaw droppingly sexy man you had seen in months jog up to you. Fucking. Shirtless. Letting your eyes devour that incredible expanse of skin you almost didn't hear him address you.

" hey Dumbass you hurt or something?" Immediately getting irritated at the insult you growl out an assurance of your wellbeing and go back to stretching. For what ever reason the rude, attractive man comes to a full stop in front of you. Refusing to look up at him you instead stretch your arms above your head and roll your hips to crack your lower back. Slowly lowering your arms to sit behind you, your eyes open to see the man still standing there as if waiting for you. That is kind of weird so you stare at his face daring him to try something. With a hum he grins and crouches down so that your eye level. " I like you attitude, tell me are you busy after this?"

 Shock took over your expression as he laughed, waiting for you to answer. Why would someone who looks like a prize fighter wanna spend time with you? Not to say that you weren't beautiful but you had curves that would make you a pinup girl not the clothing model men like him are usually seen with. The disbelief must have over powered the shock on your face because his grin shifted into a smirk. Standing back to his full height the man stalked to where you sat. Leaning over you he placed his hands right beside where yours rested. The move put his chin on your shoulders and his lips right on your ear.

" you really have no fucking poker face babe. I'll be straight with you, you are exactly my type. I wanna take you back to my place right now and wreck that pussy like it deserves." The feeling of his breath on your ear as he spoke gave you chills. His words hit you right in your core, a moan slipping from your mouth before you could stop it. He let out an animalistic growl before licking the length of your neck. Jerking back you stared into his eyes unsure but more and more interested in his proposal by the minute. Slowly he lowered his lips to yours, the kiss started of gently as if he was seeking something. After a few moments the gentle kiss turned savage almost like he was trying to show you what fucking him would be like. Whining deep in your throat you sucked on his tongue when he thrust it past your teeth. The move had him pulling back from the kiss and yanking you up the rock to rest flush against his muscled body.

" Tell me yes Dumbass I won't take you unless I hear it from your mouth." Using your closeness you trail your hands down his sides to rest against his hips. With your nails you trace a swirling pattern to his lower back before pressing down to leave light scratches from right above his ass all the way to his shoulders. The groan that left his mouth only made your pussy gush more juice onto the seam of your workout leggings. Once his eyes met yours you smiled sweetly. " yes but only if you tell me your name first."

Laughing he pulled away from you, grabbing your hand as he dragged you up what was left of the damned hill. With a quick smirk over his shoulder he shot out a quick " Katsuki Bakugou." You mumbled out your name between panting breaths as the completely unwinded man continued to drag you up what you were now calling the hill of hell. Before walking the rest of the way to the parking area, still holding your hand by the way. Stopping in front of what you assumed was his car he turned to you. "Ride with me or follow in yours?" Blushing you mumbled that you'd follow him in your car. Nodding in approval he walked you to your car a couple spots away. Unlocking your car you went to open the door only to have Katsuki stop you. With a hand on the nape of your neck he pulled you into a searing kiss unbothered by the few other people milling around.

Ending the kiss he leaned in close to whisper in your ear. " keep that pussy wet for me babe. I'm hungry and I plan to make you my meal." Well this was so not how you expected to end your daily workout but so far you were not fucking disappointed. Sexy asshole eating you out was a much better after run reward than the peice of chocolate cake in your fridge back home. Getting into your car and on the road behind Katsuki you followed him the 15 minutes drive to his place. Seeing the beautiful brownstone had your nerves launching into overdrive. Were you really about to fuck a man you met 30 minutes at a park? Watching him get out of his car and stalk over to your you realized that yes you were going to fuck this man because it would be a sin if you didn't.

Not one to go against the universe you let him open your door and help you from behind the wheel. Slamming the door shut he pressed your back to it and once again fucked your mouth with tantalizingly long tongue. Finally he had his fill of your mouth and slung an arm around your waist as he walked you up the stairs and into his impressively clean home. Shoes were kicked off at the door and clothes were pulled of with haste. In the bedroom the two of you fell onto the bed in a tangled mess of need. Crawling back until he was kneeling on the floor with your ass on the edge of the bed to give him access to the soaked hole between your pussy lips he growled.

"Look at this slutty little hole, leaking everywhere it needs to be punished." With one hand he held open your folds, with the other he layed a series of light smacks on your clit. The action only cause more juice to flow from your hole dripping down your cheeks onto the comforter below. Sticking out his tongue Katsuki licked a path through your juices to your abused clit. With sucking kisses he soothed away the small pain he had inflicted. Sucking harder he ran small circles around your clit with the tip of his tongue. Slowly he inserted two fingers into your pussy curling and thrusting them against the sensitive tissue. The fingers stroking against your gspot driving you closer to the finish line. Suddenly Katsuki shoved his fingers deeper until the tips brushed your cervix. The sensation like nothing you had ever felt, your hips jerked had nearly dislodging his mouth. With a growl he wrapped his free arm around your hips and gripped hard.

The arm around your hips should have been a warning but seriously how were you to know the man was a damn pussy master. Sucking and running his teeth over your clit he rubbed circles around your cervix until he hit a never before touched spot inside you. That was it he hit jackpot as you came screaming, squirting uncontrollably into his mouth as he moaned and drank happily. When you finally came back to your body you fell limp, muscles unclenching from their locked state.

 

"So good for me baby, so sweet and tasty, gonna fuck you till this pussy begs me to own it." The praise and promises flowing from his usually cocky mouth made your womb twitch something that relight your desire instantly. Whining you reached for his cock intent on getting a taste before he got inside you, you were 99% sure he would not be taking it from your pussy anytime soon once he worked his way in. " you want a taste of this cock little slut? Only a taste though I've got a some demolition to do." Kneeling by your head he ran the tip of his angry red cock across your lips. Tongue peeking out you licked the slit tasting the salty precum that had gathered there. Opening wide you sucked in as much of him as he would allow, lips stretched, tongue swirling and rubbing the underside. Katsuki threw Back his head groaning at the sweet suction. Pulling from your mouth with a loud pop pushed you to the middle of the bed.

Smooth his hands over your legs he caught the underside of your knees in a firm grip. Knees pushed to your chest framing your breasts in a breathtakingly sexual display he stared at you until you understood what he wanted. Taking hold of your legs you kept them in the position he demanded and watching as he rubbed his cock head through your folds stopping at every upward swipe to tap against your clit. Lining his cock up he fit the head into your hole. With measured strokes he worked every inch into your nearly too tight pussy. Crying out with every stroke it took all your strength to keep your legs in your hands. Finally he bottomed out, so big inside you that it felt like you would split in two. Leaning forward Katsuki gripped the sheets by your head as he started to thrust slow and deep. "Keep those pretty eyes on me baby, I wanna watch you break."

 

Each thrust had his cock head kissing your cervix, the pleasure threatening to make your eyes roll back in your head. All of the was too much you felt to open but everytime you went to close your eyes he would growl and pound into your pussy. Angrily saying "look at me slut." Until you would scream as an orgasm washed over you, eyes flying open with the shock of the intensity. As soon as you would look at him he would go back to his slow deep thrusts, sometimes catching your lips in a tongue fucking kiss. You had cum so much that you could barely see, vision foggy with pleasure. Unexpectedly katsuki stopped his strokes to stare at you. " baby I need a little favor from you." With effort you focused your eyes on his face and nodded your assent to horse from screaming to speak properly.

" I need you to be a good girl and take my cum."

 

With no other warning than that Katsuki pounded into your pussy, slamming against your cervix while you wailed his nail to the ceiling. On his final thrust he bottomed out grinding himself against your clit until you once again squirted for him, only this time he was cuming deep inside you flooding your womb with his hot load. No strength left in any of your limbs you let your legs fall as he rested his head between your breasts, trying to catch his breath while you tried to figure out if your still had lungs at all. In the distance you thought you heard a door open and close but you couldn't be sure with the limited brain function you had at the moment. A few moments later your question was answered as a red headed man with sharp teeth leaned a shoulder against the door.

"Damn bakubro you brought home a whole meal after your run didn't you. Think I can have a taste?"

 

The little clench those words elicited in your pussy had Katsuki's head shooting up off your chest to look at you. Blushing furiously you tried to look anywhere but at him. With a groan he slowly pulled his cock from you , his cum dripping out of your hole slowly. " her pussy seems to say yes but why don't you let us clean up a bit and we can see what her mouth says, shitty hair." Oh you were fuck quite literally.

[watchyourbluesturngolden]

positive

warnings: pregnancy, anxiety

word count: 3.8k (look at me go 😃)

Your stomach clenched as you walked into the store, keeping your head down. You didn't want anyone to see you. They would probably know what you were here for just by looking at your face. 

You paused for a moment, wondering why you thought that would be so bad. You were an adult; a woman with a job and a house and a husband who loved you. There was nothing shameful about this. Worrying, yes. Terrifying, absolutely. But not shameful. 

Even so, you refused to look at anyone as you made your way to the aisle you needed. Once you got there, you finally looked up, staring at the rows and rows of pregnancy tests. 

You grabbed the closest one, wanting to get out of there as soon as you could. You brought it to the self check out, scanning it quickly and throwing it in a bag. You didn't release the breath you had been holding until it was safely hidden under the bag of chocolates you had also purchased. You had decided those were necessary, too. To manage your stress levels, obviously. 

Once you got back to your car, you took s few steadying breaths. 

Everything will be fine, you reminded yourself. Harry will be happy. He definitely wants kids. You’ve talked about this.. You know he will be happy. 

Knowing that still didn't help much. Your hands were shaking as you turned the key in the ignition, backing out of your spot and heading home. 

-----

This had been the longest two minutes of your life. You sat on the edge of the bathtub, shaking with nerves and forcing yourself to take deep breaths. The timer on your phone slowly ticked off the seconds until you could check the test. 45 seconds left. You stood, pacing in front of the sink.

30 seconds left. You braced your hands on the vanity, looking in the mirror. Were you really about to be a mother? 

15 seconds left. You counted silently along with the timer, getting more nervous with each passing moment. 

You stopped the timer on the first beep, taking one final steadying breath. You ran your hand through your hair, looking into the mirror again. You were a mess. Your eyes were red and watery, the mascara you had put on earlier smudged underneath. 

You reached for the stick on the counter with a shaky hand. Just as you picked it up, your phone rang. You jumped, gasping and nearly flinging it away from you. You looked at your phone, heart pounding when you saw Harry's face smiling up at you. It’s like he knows, you thought. You quickly shook that idea away.

You exhaled shakily, setting the test down without looking at it and answering the call. 

"Hi Harry," you said, sliding down to sit against the wall and pulling your knees to your chest.

"Hi love! How're you doing?" He smiled, leaning back against his dressing room wall. 

"I'm- I'm good," you replied, trying to keep your voice steady. "I'm just- I'm good."

  "Are you sure? You sound like something’s wrong," He said, cursing himself for not FaceTiming you. 

"No, I'm fine," you said. You almost laughed at how easily he could read you, even when he couldn't see you.

"Ok, if you're sure," he said, sounding hesitant. Immediately, his mind went into overdrive. What is she doing? Where is she? Why does she sound scared? Did something happen? Is- He was pulled out of his spiral when you spoke again.

  "I'm sure, H. What's going on, though? Don't you have to perform in ten minutes?" 

"I do, yeah, but I just really missed you," he said, sounding almost shy. "I haven't heard your voice in so long, just wanted to say hi." 

You smiled, resting your head against your legs. 

"It's so good to talk to you, I feel like it's been forever. I hate being so far away from you, in a whole different time zone. It's very stressful," you said, sighing. 

"I know, and I'm so sorry, but it's only for two more days- oh," He smacked his hand over his mouth, but the damage had already been done. She wasn't supposed to know about that, you idiot, he mentally yelled at himself. 

You sat up quickly, moving your phone away from your ear to check the date. You weren't crazy, it definitely read "Tuesday, March 8". 

"What do you mean two more days? I thought you weren't back until the 24th?" 

"Uh- oh boy, you weren't supposed to know- I wanted to surprise you. The shows got cut short. I wasn't going to tell you, I was just going to show up at the house and fall into your loving arms," he said, sighing dreamily. He smiled, already excited to see you for what felt like the first time in ages. 

"You- you're not- Harry!" You practically yelled into the phone. You were elated at knowing you would get to see him so soon, but your panic quickly took over. What if the test was positive? You had expected to have two more weeks to figure out how to tell him that he was going to be a father. 

"Wow, Y/N, I expected you to be happy!" he said, laughing. "Come on, you don't hate surprises that much. Plus, it's me," he said, shoulders slumping a bit. He kept his voice light and happy, but inside he was worried. Does she not want to see me? 

"No, of course I am!" you said quickly. "It's not- I just... I planned to-" You paused, searching your mind for a believable lie. "I was going to paint the bedroom, you know, redecorate. Then when you came home it would be totally finished, and it would be all cute and everything." 

"Well, this way I can help! It'll be fun, you know, a group project." He laughed, relaxing again. 

"Yeah, sounds good," you smiled. Knowing him, he would probably be sending you paint swatches and furniture ideas for the next two days. He might actually be disappointed when he got home and you had an entirely different conversation ready for him. 

"Two minutes, Harry!" you heard faint yelling in the background before Harry spoke again. 

"I'm sorry, I've gotta go, they're yelling at me. Call you after?" 

"Of course. Have fun, babe!" 

"Thanks. Bye!" 

Harry hung up, setting his phone on the dressing room vanity before he made his way to the door. Right before he stepped out, though, he had an idea. Spinning around, he quickly went back to his phone and pulled up his mom's contact. 

Harry: I'm going onstage soon, could you go check on Y/N? I think something's up but she won't say. Thanks, love you️❤️ 

"Harry, get out here!" Someone yelled again. 

"I'm coming!" He responded, quickly pressing send and putting his phone back down. 

-----

You finally found the courage to stand up again. You decided it was best to do this fast, like ripping off a bandaid. So you reached for the test, flipping it over before you could lose your nerve. 

Positive. It was definitely positive. You exhaled shakily, sitting down on the closed toilet seat. 

You weren't sure how long you sat before you heard a knock at the door. You flinched, deciding to just ignore it. It couldn't be that important. At least, not more important than the crisis you were currently having. 

The knocking didn’t stop, though, so you finally got up from the floor. As you made your way to the kitchen, you heard a gentle voice calling your name. Your head snapped up, red-rimmed eyes glancing through the window to see who it was. You nearly collapsed in relief when you saw your mother in law standing at the door. You quickly moved to open it, smiling apologetically at her.

“Anne, it’s good to see you, come in,” you said, holding the door open wider. “I’m sorry I took so long, I didn’t know you were coming by!”

She smiled back, stepping inside and pulling you into a hug. You leaned into her, eyes welling up as your emotions washed over you. She pulled back, looking worried.

“Y/N, what’s the matter? Oh, don’t cry dear, come, sit and let’s talk.” She led you into the living room, sitting you on the couch next to her. “Harry sent me. He was worried about you, said he thought something was wrong. Whatever it is, you can tell me.”

Your eyes welled up again at how thoughtful harry was. He could tell you were upset, even over the phone. Even when you insisted everything was fine.

“It’s just...” you could barely speak through your tears. “I’m sorry, I’m- I don’t know how to say this, it’s-“

Anne looked at you encouragingly, rubbing your back in a soothing motion.

You took a deep breath. “I’m- I think I’m pregnant,” you whispered.

Anne’s eyes went wide for a second before she broke into a smile.

“Really? Oh, Y/N, that’s wonderful! I’m so happy for you,” she said, pulling you into her arms. “But wait- you think? Did you take a test?”

“Yes, from the grocery store. But those aren’t always accurate, right?”

“I suppose, but... I don’t think those give false positives, almost ever. Y/N, are you- Are you not happy about this?”

“No, I am, I just- what will Harry say? He’s touring again soon, and there will almost certainly be more of that. What if he doesn’t want to put his entire career on hold? What if he’s not ready to have a baby? What if-“

“Y/N, slow down,” she said, pulling away to look at you. “Have you met the man? He loves children. He loves you. He loves you more than anyone else on this earth.”

“Besides you,” you added, chuckling. “And Gemma.”

“Honestly, I think that’s a three-way tie” she said, laughing. “Why don’t we get you a doctors appointment, confirm this.”

“Yeah, that’s probably smart,” you said. “Thank you so much, Anne. I was so scared,” you said, wiping your face with the sleeves of your sweatshirt.

“Of course, love! Anything for my daughter in law,” she said, hugging you again.

-----

Anne insisted on driving you to the appointment the next day, claiming she “wanted to be involved in every part of her possible grandchild’s life.” You had accepted reluctantly, not wanting to inconvenience her but secretly glad you weren’t alone.

Your leg bounced as you filled out the papers. You brought the completed forms to the desk, thanking the woman who told you the doctor would call you back soon. You settled back into your chair, checking your phone when it dinged.

Just like you had expected, Harry was sending you paint colors. He had sent about ten different shades of grey, then about twenty five different blues for “the accent wall”. You smiled at how excited he was. He was already great at domestic life, why should that be any different with a child?

-----

You texted Anne when the appointment was over, letting her know which door you were at. You got into the car, unable to contain your smile.

“Everything alright?” she looked at you expectantly.

“Yeah, I’m definitely pregnant,” you said, smiling. “Anne, you’re going to be a grandma.”

“Oh, congratulations! I’m so happy for you,” she said, leaning over the console to hug you. “Have you thought about how you’re going to tell Harry?”

“I actually do have an idea,” you said, pulling away to fasten your seatbelt. “Do you still have your Cricut?”

-----

You beamed as you held up the white onesie.

“Let’s see it, then!” Anne said excitedly.

You turned it around, revealing the large black Jersey font that read “STYLES 03”.

She was smiling as wide as you were. “That’s just precious, he’s going to love it,” she declared.

“Yeah?” You asked, grinning.

“Absolutely.”

Just then, your phone rang.

“Speak of the devil,” you said when you saw Harry’s face. You picked up the call, putting him on speakerphone so you could finish your project. “Hi Harry! Sorry I didn’t get to call you again yesterday, how was your show?”

“It was great, love, it went really well. How are you? Feeling better?”

“Yes, much. Thanks for sending your Anne to check on me, that was very sweet of you.”

“Yeah, of course! I’m glad she could be there, even though I couldn’t,” he said, a hint of sadness in his voice.

“Don’t make yourself upset, Harry, I’m always here for Y/N!” Anne said from across the table.

“Oh hi mum! Didn’t know you were there too. What have you two been up to?”

“Um...” you looked at Anne desperately, not sure what to tell him.

“Just been looking through some furniture, love,” Anne jumped in. You smiled at her gratefully.

“Oh, about that! I was thinking we should get one of those benches, you know, the ones that go at the end of the bed? I think they just add a nice little accent to the room. What do you think?”

“Sure, Harry, we can find one of those,” you said, smiling. Just then, you heard a strange grinding noise. You looked down to see the Cricut attempting to eat the vinyl you had been printing out. Your eyes went wide, trying to get Anne’s attention without alerting Harry. She yelped when she saw what you were pointing at.

“What happened?” Harry asked quickly.

“Uh, nothing, we just... found a really nice rug. I gotta go, Harry, talk later!”

You quickly hung up, trying to suppress your laughter as Anne fought with the machine.

“Stop that, you stubborn thing!” She said, pulling the paper out. “That’s quite enough out of you,” she said sternly, pressing the off button when the machine beeped at her.

Once everything was settled, Anne picked up the onesie again, smiling at the letters.

“Y/N, you really don’t have to worry. He’s going to be elated, truly.”

“I know, it’s just... a little scary,” you said, laughing nervously.

“Sure it is, this is a big thing! But remember that it’s a good thing, and it’s something you both want very much. And of course, so do I.”

“Right, of course,” you laughed. “Do you have a gift bag? I want to wrap that so it’s ready to give to Harry as soon as I can.”

-----

Your stomach had been fluttering since you got the text from Harry. The text. The one that read “just touched down! I’ll be home in two hours ️”. The text that meant you were about to tell him something that would change his life forever.

You were pacing in the living room, unsure of what else to do. You had tried to read a book, but that was useless. You found yourself reading the same sentence over and over with absolutely no comprehension. Then you tried making some pasta for Harry, since you knew it was his favorite and that he would be hungry. This didn’t go so well, though. You were so nervous and shaky that you almost splashed boiling water all over yourself. You decided it wasn’t wise to horribly injure yourself, so you moved on from that. You even tried watching Grey’s Anatomy, which had never failed to distract you before. Even so, you found yourself unable to relax. All you could think about was Harry. What would he say? What would his face look like when he saw the onesie? Would he get it, or would you have to outright tell him you were going to have his child?

You decided to listen to “Kiwi” to get yourself ready to say “I’m having your baby” in case he needed extra help understanding.

At this point, you were basically just watching the clock. You were sure the seconds had never been so long, even when you were waiting for the results of the test.

Finally, you gave up on trying to get your mind off the topic and decided to dive headfirst into it. You made your way upstairs to the room closest to you and Harry’s.

This will be the nursery, you thought with a smile.

You began to map everything out in your mind, from where the crib and dresser would go to what color the blinds would be. You quickly opened Pinterest, very creatively searching “cute nurseries”. You immediately made a new board, flooding your screen with images of play pens and rugs and wall stickers and rocking chairs and everything else you could possibly need.

The time passed faster than you had expected, and the next time you looked up it was 4:52. Knowing he would be home in less than 10 minutes started a whole new rush of nerves in you, and your heart started pounding again.

You went back to the living room, grabbing the little gift bag before going into the kitchen. You adjusted the tissue paper, making the onesie was completely concealed before you put the bag on the counter near the door. You leaned back against the sink, checking your phone again. Your heart jumped when the time changed to 5:00, knowing he would be home any second now. He always managed to get home exactly when he said he would, usually not even off by a minute.

By 5:01, your heart was absolutely pounding out of your chest. Your hands were shaking, so you gripped your phone tighter to steady them. You thought about going into the living room so you could sit, but then your thoughts were interrupted. You nearly jumped out of your skin when you heard the sound. A car door slamming.

You could barely breathe from the anticipation as you heard his heavy footsteps on the porch; his key clicking in the lock. You rushed forward to let him in, but he had already flung the door open.

He dropped his bags, not paying the slightest attention to where they landed. He didn’t hesitate for even a second before he surged forward, pulling you against him.

“I missed you so much,” he said, breathing heavily. “I would have died if I had to go one more day without seeing you.”

“H... I can’t breathe,” you said, your face squished against his chest. He laughed, loosening his grip just enough for you to fully inhale.

“Sorry, sorry, I’m just so happy to see you,” he said, pressing his face to the top of your head. “I’m never going on tour without you again, I was so lonely.”

You smiled, standing up on your tiptoes to kiss him.

“I’d be ok if you took me with you next time,” you said, wrapping your arms tighter around him.

You stood there in his arms for a few more minutes, just listening to his heart beating. He swayed you gently, breathing in the sweet smell of your conditioner. Finally, he lifted his head.

“So, tell me everything!”

“Everything about...?” You said, looking up at him quizzically.

“The decorating! Did you and my mum buy any good stuff? I’m ready to go, I’ve been thinking about this for the past two days.”

You felt your face heating up as he looked at you. You felt kind of bad that your lie had gotten this far. He was practically ready to redo the entire house, thinking that’s what you wanted.

“Uh... why don’t we go to the living room?”

“Sure,” he smiled, grabbing your hand to lead you.

"Wait!" you said, pulling back. You reached behind him, picking up the gift bag. Then you smiled, allowing him to lead you to the couch.

Once you were both settled, he turned toward you expectantly. You took a deep breath, knowing everything was about to change.

“Ok... I’m really sorry, but I lied to you,” you said, avoiding his eyes. “There was no redecoration, there was no painting, there was no rug.”

“I- why? What were you doing that you couldn’t tell me about?” He asked, looked confused and a little bit hurt.

“No- it’s not... I wasn’t-”

“Why was my mom here, then?”

“Harry, just let me-”

“Why did you- was there-”

You could tell he was spiraling, and that he was probably imagining some pretty bad things. You couldn’t really blame him, though. You had been acting weird and secretive and now you straight up told him you had been lying. You knew this looked bad.

You quickly placed your hand on his knee, trying to ground him.

“Harry, will you let me talk, please?” You asked gently, looking in his eyes.

“Yeah, of course, I’m sorry,” he said, placing his hand over yours.

“Ok, here goes,” you said, blowing out a breath. “When you called me two days ago, the day you told me you were coming home early, you were right. Something was wrong. Well, not wrong exactly, just... scary,” you said, trying to collect your thoughts. And then when you called yesterday, when your mom was here, we weren’t looking at rugs. We were... crafting.”

“Crafting?” He said, looking confused. “Crafting what?”

“Well, it was... actually, why don’t you see for yourself?” You said holding up the gift bag.

He felt how shaky your hand was against his leg, and he looked at you with concern.

“Y/N, what’s going on? Are you alright?”

“Just... just open it, I’m fine,” you managed to get out.

He pulled away the tissue paper, looking very nervous. He lifted the tiny garment out, holding it up in confusion.

“What’s...” he trailed off as you motioned for him to turn it around. When he did, you were met with the big letters telling him there would soon be a third member of the Styles family. You quickly looked at his face, trying to decipher his thoughts.

He lowered the onesie, turning slowly toward you.

“It’s... you’re... really?” He said, a slow grin spreading across his features.

You nearly fell back against the couch in relief as you nodded.

“We’re... really?” He asked again, seemingly in disbelief.

“Yes, really,” you said, smiling.

“You’re- we’re having a baby?”

“Yes,” you repeated. “We’re having a baby.”

You barely got the chance to take a breath before he jumped on you, pushing you down on the couch and kissing you. When he pulled back, he didn’t go far. He leaned his forehead against yours, smiling from ear to ear.

“We’re having a baby,” he whispered.

“We are,” you said, grinning.

“Wait,” he said, pushing himself up. He took your hand, pulling you up with him. “Does this mean we don’t get to redecorate? Because, honestly, I was getting really excited about that, I picked out some really good colors-”

You laughed, pressing your face against his chest.

“We can do whatever you want, we just have an extra room to think about now.”

“Yeah,” he said, smiling. “The room where our little jellybean is going to live.”

[miyagihawk]

Could you maybe write one where Robby or Hawk asks y/n to prom? You don’t have to if you don’t have the time <3

thank you so much for requesting !! this will be my first robby one yayyyy

promposal | robby keene x reader

warnings: fluff, maybe swearing?, also quite cheesy but i love cheesy

summary: prom season is arriving, and you don’t have a date. but you’re kind of hoping a certain someone will ask you.

word count: 1,516

(this one’s set around season 2 and y/n is in miyagi do with sam, robby, and demetri)

“Ugh, prom. Just another excuse for horny teenagers to publicly grind on each other and dress up all nice for it,” Demetri scoffs as you two pass a promposal on the way to Bio class.

You roll your eyes at him. “You’re always such a pessimist. I think prom is cute,” you argue.

“Of course you think it’s cute, you’re a girl. Girls like dressing up and all that romantic shit. So you’re going?” he asks.

You shrug. “I don’t know, I mean no one’s asked me but maybe I’ll just go with Sam or something. I take it you’re not going?”

“Oh I’m going. I hate it, but it’s still part of the high school experience,” the black haired boy wiggles his fingers at you and you laugh. “What about Robby?”

Your heart flutters at the mention of his name.

You’ve had a crush on Robby ever since you met him when you joined Miyagi Do. His kind eyes and dedication to karate made you fall for him fast. With practice at the dojo everyday, he’s become one of your best friends, along with Sam and Demetri. But you’ve hidden your feelings for him because you’re sure he doesn’t feel the same.

“Um... what about Robby?” you question nervously, wondering if your feelings have been obvious.

“Oh come on, he’s obviously going to ask you to go with him,” Demetri muses, and you two walk into your class.

“I- I don’t know what you’re talking about,” you shake your head, setting your books down on your desk.

Robby has never said anything about prom. He doesn’t even look like the type of guy to go. But you feel yourself hoping that what Demetri is saying is true.

“Oh Y/N, Y/N. Always so oblivious,” he taps your head before going to his own desk and ending the conversation.

Demetri is probably messing with you, but the whole period you zone out, thinking about what prom with Robby would be like.

-

Karate training was cancelled for some reason, so you took the extra time to catch up on your schoolwork at home.

Suddenly, the sound of your ringtone pierces the air, making you jump at the sudden break in silence.

You read the caller ID and it’s Sam. She never really calls you, so you begin to worry that something is wrong.

“Hello?” you answer.

“Y/N! Oh my god, something’s wrong! You need to come to the dojo, like right now!” Sam exclaims, making your chest pound with anxiety.

“Wait what, Sam! What happened?” you frantically sputter. Thousands of scenarios flood your mind all at once. Is there a fire? Did the dojo get trashed again? Is someone dying?

You hear shuffling and whispers on the other side of the phone before Sam blurts, “Just come Y/N! Hurry!”

In a panicked manner, you rush around your room to put on your shoes and get your car keys. Regularly a 15 minute drive, it takes you 5 minutes to get to the dojo. You got a few honks and middle fingers as you stepped heavy on the gas, but the urgency of Sam’s voice made you not care.

You slam your car door shut and run around the front to the backgate. But before you could open it, something covers your eyes and all you could see is black.

You realize that they’re hands from someone behind you and in your frenzied state, your first instinct is to elbow the person’s chest.

After the hit, your eyes are released and you hear a groan from behind you. You turn around in fear to see who you were expecting to be a murderer. But it was Robby Keene on the ground with a pained look on his face.

“Oh my god, Robby what the fuck are you doing? I’m so sorry,” you rush over to where he lays on the floor. He clutches his chest where you hit him and you place your hands over his in worry.

“I was trying to be romantic,” he chuckles, sitting up to face you. He was grinning, even though you just sucker punched him with the sharpest bone in your body.

“W-What? I thought you were a serial killer! What happened, where’s Sam? Is she okay?” you stammer, not even noticing what Robby just said.

“Nothing happened Y/N, calm down. We just needed you to come here,” he rests his hand on your shoulder to calm your panicked breathing, and your cheeks tint pink at his touch.

“I- So- Nothing happened? Why am I here?” you furrowed your eyebrows in confusion. There’s just so many things happening at once and you were kind of expecting a disaster.

Robby stands up and reaches his hand out to where you’re kneeling on the concrete. You take it in yours and feel yourself calm down from the chaos of the last 15 minutes.

“Can I cover your eyes now that you know it’s me?” he laughs, and you nod in confusion.

His fingers place over your eyes once again, blocking all of your vision as he leads you to walk to the backyard. You stumble a few times, but he finally stops your walking once you guys have reached a certain spot.

“Ready?” his voice says close to your ear, making you shiver from his unexpected proximity. He counts down from 3 to 1 before pulling his hands away and freeing your eyes.

You blink a few times to adjust to the brightness of the scene, then you see the beauty in front of you.

Fairy lights are strung around the big tree, lit up just in time for the setting of the sun. The pond holds floating candles that drift delicately around the water and a picnic blanket with food lays on the grass next to it.

The dojo looks nothing like where you guys sweat and train and sometimes bleed. It looks like a fairytale, and your mouth is slightly open at the realization that it’s all for you.

“Robby, what is-” you turn around to where he’s still standing behind you.

You almost want to cry at the view of him holding a bouquet of your favorite flowers. His signature side smile widens at the little gasp you let out when you see him.

“Y/N Y/L/N, will you go to prom with me?”

No way. There’s no way Demetri was right. You stand there frozen at his question, not believing that it’s real. The boy of your dreams, asking you to prom. The boy of your dreams setting all of this up for you.

“Y/N?” his voice snaps you out of your trance, and your confused expression turns into a huge smile.

“Of course. Yes!” you beam, catching him by surprise when you jump into his arms to embrace him. He laughs into your shoulder as you squeeze him tight in appreciation.

-

“I love it all, thank you Robby. You really do know how to make a girl feel special,” you say in between bites of chocolate covered strawberries.

“Well you are special,” he smiles, admiring how cute you look with your cheeks filled with fruit.

“I’m so killing Sam by the way. I really thought I would come here and see a dead body!”

“I’m sorry, it was my idea. Kill me instead,” he chuckles at the recent memory of your worried frenzy.

“I will. But after prom,” you joke and pop another strawberry into your mouth.

After some cute banter and more yummy food that Robby made, you two lay down on the blanket to try and see the stars. The smog of the Valley doesn’t give much of a view, but if you look hard enough it’s there.

The conversation has faded out, and you’re deep in thought. Does this mean he likes you? Are you guys together now? Asking you to prom doesn’t necessarily mean anything.

The question leaves your mouth before you can stop it.

“So... is this a friends going to prom together kind of thing? Or is it a couple going to prom together kind of thing?” you blurt, interrupting the pondering silence between you two.

Yours and his eyes stay stuck on the night sky. He thinks for a moment and you play with your fingers in anticipation.

“It’s up to you... but I like you Y/N. A lot,” he admits, setting fireworks off in your stomach.

All this time, you’ve both had feelings for each other. But you’ve danced around it like it’s a fire pit that can’t be touched. You almost want to laugh in disbelief, because you were so sure that you would keep your heart locked and live forever with longing stares. You thought you would be stuck watching him with someone else because you’d never have the guts to actually say what you feel. But you’re wrong.

Robby’s head is turned towards you now, and you take your eyes off of the stars to look at him. He looks nervous, waiting for your response to his confession.

Instead of talking, you reply with a long awaited kiss.

[betweenthepages]

Hold Me, Love Me; Dean Forester x Male! Reader

Warnings ⚠️ - mentions of rape, sexual assault

Summary: Dean has difficulty finding a mate due to being different to most omegas. But on one faithful night, he finds someone who will accept him for his differences and give him the life he deserves.

Word count: 3218

Being an omega wasn’t easy. You were the lowest in society, had the least power. If you were unmated, you had to deal alphas staring you down everywhere you went, pure hunger and lust in their eyes. It was sickening. However if you were Dean Forester, life was twice as difficult. Everyone figured he’d present as an alpha, with his steady build and towering height. When he was revealed to be an omega, there were mixed reactions. His friends and family were surprised, but they would accept him no matter what. On the other hand, he got looks of disgust from the townspeople. Omegas were meant to be small, pretty. Not like him.

Dean wished he had a mate. Someone to love him, take care of him and hopefully be the father of his future children. And if he found his soulmate, he’d finally be spared from men whistling at him on the streets or constantly looking over his shoulder while on a late night walk. No one would dare touch a mated omega. There were too many stories of alphas going on a possessive rage when another alpha dare even look at their mate for too long, sometimes it lead to death. Dean was stronger than most omegas, thank god for that but he wasn’t taking any chances.

Unfortunately, the chances of him finding an alpha were slim. No one could love someone like him, or at least that’s what he thought. Even though Dean’s body was different, his personality was very omega-like, something alpha’s would swoon over. He was shy and timid, easily startled. He had a look of innocence in his eye, which increased the common desire to wreck him. He was well mannered and had such a kind soul, always willing to help anyone who needed it. His heart was simply too big for his chest. Of course people took advantage of that sometimes, but he didn’t let a couple mishaps ruin his sweet nature.

Dean stared at the calendar on the wall, his face paling. His heat was in a week. And he was out of suppressants. Panic took over him as he realised he was supposed to start taking them today, as you have to take them every night a week before your heat for them to work. Shit shit shit. His eyes darted to the clock. 11:15 at night. Going out this late by himself was a death wish, but he had no choice. Going through a heat by yourself without medication was unbearable, and he wasn’t willing to go through that. He looked at his outfit in the mirror, making sure his clothes were baggy enough to cover every inch of his body, anything that might tempt alphas.

He took a deep breath, wiping his hands on his jeans. It was just a walk around the block to the pharmacy. Not too far. He’ll be there and back in no time. The icy wind brought goosebumps to his skin. There wasn’t anyone on the street at this hour, at least not anyone in sight. Sometimes alphas would hide in bushes or alleyways and pounce on unsuspecting omegas. The thought made him shudder. He increased his pace, following the light of the dimly lit street lamps.

So far so good. Just a little more and- fuck. There was a dimly lit alleyway he had to pass to get to the store. His blood ran cold. Fear churned in his gut staring into the dark abyss. Anything- anyone could be in there. Was he willing to take the chance? Come on you idiot, you’re just being paranoid. What are you, five? Just walk past it, no big deal. He was brave. He needed those meds, and he has to take the risk. He screwed his eyes shut, walking as fast as he could, ignoring his heart pounding in his chest. When he opened his eyes, he realised the alleyway was behind him. Unimaginable relief filled his chest. Of course there was no one there. He was just scared for nothing.

Suddenly, a pair of footsteps paced behind him. “Hey boys, look what we’ve got here.” His relief was short lived. Very, very short lived. His heart dropped. Four more pairs of footsteps followed. There were more of them. Dean’s first instinct was to run. But his legs felt weak, like he was frozen in place. He was rather agile, but there was a whole group of them. Surely one of them would catch up if he tried to escape. He turned around hesitantly, seeing five males about his age standing there, eyeing him hungrily. “Now what’s a pretty little thing like you doing out this late, hm?” The one in the middle, their leader seemingly, spoke up. Dean wished he could wipe off that disgusting smirk on his face.

“P-Please-” he took a step back, “what do you want? Money? I’ll give it you just leave me alone.” He felt tears well up. No matter how much he tried to reason with them, it was useless. “I think we’ve found our prey tonight.” He said calmly, a dangerous glint in his eye. “Get him.” It all happened so fast. Before he could process it, there were hands all over him, dragging him by the shirt, plunging him into the darkness. No one would find him here, no one would hear his cries for help. Besides, there wouldn’t be anyone else out this late to interfere. This couldn’t be happening. He prayed this was some nightmare and he’d wake up soon. But that wasn’t the case. He was truly helpless.

You sighed, looking up into the pitch black sky. No stars tonight. Pity, you usually liked stargazing in the park at this hour. You usually took long midnight strolls to clear your head. It worked too. An odd sense of peace filled the town’s atmosphere at this hour. Well, the atmosphere lasted until you caught a whiff of the air. A strong scent filled your nose, similar to stench of rain. Your eyes widened when you realised what it was. The smell of an omega in distress. And judging by how prominent it was, the poor thing was in a lot of danger. Most people would’ve turned back and went home, not wanting to get in any trouble. But you couldn’t stand the thought of turning around and acting like nothing happened when someone’s life could be on the line. Doesn’t matter what their status was, they needed help.

You sniffed the air again and you ran to the direction it was coming from. You really hoped you got there in time before something bad happened. Thankfully it wasn’t far, just around the street corner. As you got closer, you realised it was coming from a dark alleyway. Oh. You had a pretty good guess of what was happening right now. You’d heard countless stories of omegas being attacked in places like this. It boiled your blood thinking some alphas could take advantage of others just because of their biological status, something no one could control.

Loud whimpers filled your ears, and in the darkness you could make it a few bodies surrounding a large figure. Your fist clenched. Red filled your vision. It was all a blur. You ran up to one of the guys, knocking him out with one punch. Two others tried to jump on you, but you sent them flying to the wall. You swore you heard a crack at the impact. “G-Guys let’s go.” The group leader figured messing with you wasn’t a good idea. They didn’t hesitate to flee, picking up their unconscious friend along the way.

Now they were out of the way, you had to deal with the figure hunched over on the ground. “Hey-” you reached out a hand, but the person panicked, scambling against the wall. Fear pheromones wafted in the air. You crouched down to their level, slowly inching towards the trembling form. “Shh, I’m not gonna hurt you. Don’t be scared.” Your voice sounded so soft, so genuine, Dean looked up to make eye contact.

Something shifted in you when you gazed into those chocolate orbs. You couldn’t explain the feeling, exactly, only it was intense. And warm. All your senses screamed to you, ‘mate!’ You were stunned. He wished he inflicted more damage on those boys before they left. This was your mate, sitting here in a cold dark alleyway with the living daylights scared out of him. Dean experienced the feeling as well, only afterwards he felt shame. His alpha found him like this, in a pitiful state almost taken by other people. He was weak, easy to use. He whimpered, making your heart clench. Your mate instinct made you want to comfort him, take him into your arms and tell him everything’s alright, that you were here and no one was going to hurt him. But you couldn’t. Not now, at least. The boy had almost been attacked, and now he found his mate. He needed to process the situation.

“What’s your name sweetheart?” You asked gently, hoping the petname would coax him a little. “D-Dean. My name’s Dean.” He sniffled. “I’m (Y/N). Listen, do you want to go back to my place? It’s not too far from here. I won’t try anything, I promise. It’s probably closer than your and I suppose you might need some company tonight.” You looked at him hopefully. “Yes please.” He agreed quietly. You practically saved his life. And you were his mate. He wanted to be near you. “Are you hurt?” You asked worriedly, looking for any injuries. He shook his head no, there were just a couple bruises here and there, nothing too serious. “You’re shivering,” you frowned, wrapping your jacket around him. His eyes widened. He was completely enveloped in your scent. You smelt like cinnamon and honey. It put his mind to ease, calming him immediately.

You took his hand and helped him to his feet, extending an arm to him. He gladly took it, walking close to you. He’d just met you, but you made him feel so safe. You observed his facial features under the moonlight. He was so beautiful. He didn’t look like any other omega you’ve seen before though. He a bit taller than you, admittedly a subtle blow to your ego. But it was cute. The walk home was relatively quiet, understandably so. He was still a little shaken up from what happened, you couldn’t expect to him to act calm.

Your apartment was rather large even though you lived by yourself. You saw Dean looking around the place in awe, which had you biting back a smile at how adorable he was. You thoroughly enjoyed the thought of having him around often. Newly mated couples tended to move in together one or two days after they met because being seperated wasn’t good for their mental state. “Sit down.” You motioned to the coach. He did as told with his hands in his lap, looking up at you shyly through his brown locks. You took your place next to him, wondering where to go from here. “Have you eaten dinner yet?” You asked. He shook his head no. “There’s some soup in the fridge I can heat up for you. You can go shower in the meantime. I’ve got some clothes that might fit. How does that sound?” He nodded. “Thank you.” He said quietly. “No problem.” You smiled back, motioning him to follow you.

The hot water was therapeutic in easing Dean’s tense muscles. An almost disaturous night was slowly turning out for the better. He had a mate- an extremely handsome alpha. The thought made him giddy. Plus you were so, so nice. So far you’d welcomed him to your home and let him borrow your clothes and made him food. You were able to protect him. Nonetheless, he didn’t have time to swoon now, not when dinner had yet to be served. He admired himself in the mirror in the clothes he picked for you. Just a simple black hoodie and sweatpants. They were a little big but he loved them because they were yours.

You had his back turned to him when he entered the kitchen, stirring the pot on the stove. You felt a presence behind you, your eyes landing on the omega. “Food’s almost done.” You said gently. He nodded but stayed put, interested in seeing you cook. “Can I watch you?” Dean asked, fiddling with his sleeve. “Sure thing.” Your next action took him by surprise. He gasped as you lifted him effortlessly and placed him on the countertop, his long legs dangling off the edge.

“So, Dean... How old are you?” You asked, wanting to know more about the boy who’d hardly spoken a full sentence the whole night. “I’m seventeen.” Ah, you’d be just one grade above him. “Oh, I’m eighteen. Do you work anywhere? What do major in?” “I work in a café. My dream job would be to work with animals though. I’m a biology major.” You hummed. The room went silent for a bit. Dean felt like the conversation was all about him and he wasn’t cooperating enough. You’d done so much for him so far and he couldn’t get a word out. He was nervous. Nervous about saying the wrong thing, nervous about rambling. He knew deep down you wouldn’t make fun of him, but his anxiety said otherwise.

“Soup’s ready.” You said, carrying two bowls to the dining table, Dean following suite. The two of you ate in silence, stealing occasional glances at each other. “It’s really good.” Dean said. You smiled warmly. “Glad you like it.” You were genuinely trying your best to make him comfortable and get him to open up. You didn’t want your mate feeling anxious around you.

He helped you with the dishes and before you knew it, it was time for bed. Despite his protests you insisted on taking the couch. As much as you wanted to hold him and cuddle all night, you respected his boundaries. Currently you were seated on the couch since you wanted to discuss something with him. “Dean, do you want to talk about what happened tonight? You don’t have to, but it might make you feel better.” You asked gently, squeezing his hand. Tears welled up in his eyes recounting earlier events. The sheer terror he felt at that moment was indescribable.

“I-I was going to the pharmacy for some medication,” he sniffled, “and those alphas came out of nowhere. I know it my fault for going out that late b-but I really needed those pills and...” If you’d never felt the urge to kill someone, you did now. But you needed to control your anger and comfort your mate. “Sweetie no, this isn’t your fault at all. You shouldn’t have to avoid going out and night just because some bastard alphas can’t keep it in their pants.” He looked up at you, eyes bloodshot with tear tracks running down his cheeks, a sight that made your heart clench. “Can I have a hug alpha?”

“Of course you can.” You brought him to your welcoming arms, Dean burying his face into your chest. You rested your chin on his head, faintly catching the whiff of strawberry shampoo. “Thank you. For everything. For saving me, for letting me stay with you...” His voice came muffled from your shirt. “It’s okay, baby. You’re safe with me now. I’ll protect you.”

━━━━━━。゜✿ฺ✿ฺ゜。━━━━━━

Panic filled Dean when he woke up in a stranger’s bed, unable to recognise anything in the room. Where was he? How did he get here? The bed sheets smelt awfully familiar. Slowly, everything that happened last night came rushing back to him. It occurred to him that he was lying in your bed. His heart swelled at the thought. However, he would prefer if the space beside him wasn’t empty.

You had just started on breakfast by the time he got to the kitchen. He offered to help out and the two of you chatted pleasantly as the golden rays of morning sun peeked through the curtains. You felt joy knowing he was warming up to you. Despite the short period of time you’d known each other, you felt like you’ve known him your whole life. It wasn’t awkward, there was no hesitation from either ends. It felt right.“(Y/N).” You hummed to signal you were listening, not taking your eyes off the frying pan. “You know how I told you I went out to get medication yesterday? They were heat suppressants.”

You turned to him, jaw dropping in shock. Out of all things to come out of his mouth, that was the last of what you expected. There was no problem of course- just short notice. “Oh. You want me to help you through it?” You wiggled an eyebrow suggestively, liking the way his face flushed at your words. “Is that really all you can think of?” Dean whined. “Well it is important to discuss wether I’ll be around or not. Do you want me to help you through it?” Being around an omega in heat was irresistible for an alpha. Even the faintest smell of slick can them into hormonal overdrive. “Mhm. I trust you.” He said. He wanted to be your first, last and everything in between.

On the third day you marked each other. Marking was a rather intimate action, it was the way of claiming someone as yours. They tended to be on the neck where it was visible to everyone, and you had to take care of them for a few days while it was sore, or else you’d risk infection and a deformed mark. It was Dean’s first time going into public since that night so you could help him move some of his stuff to your place. Let’s just say you weren’t weren’t taking any risks when it came to the safety of your omega. He’d be lying if he said your protectiveness wasn’t a massive turn on.

Day five was when the pre-heat began. The pre-heat period was when an omegas body prepared to go into heat. Excessive clinginess and need for affection weren’t too uncommon either. Dean would crawl into your lap at the most random times, whether you were working on an essay or watching TV. He wore your hoodies around the house, scented everything you owned. Cuddling was a necessity. Sometimes he’d get you to lay on his lap, massaging your scalp and playing with your hair as you nuzzled his stomach. Good morning and goodnight kisses were a must. You two started sleeping in the same bed, but you didn’t always cuddle. On nights where you’d slept a good distance opposite each other you’d find him snug in your arms when you woke up.

However, despite his bodily needs, Dean still respected your personal space and gave you time to yourself though he was constantly aching for your touch. Never overstepping, never being the source of your frustration. You couldn’t begin to fathom how you got lucky enough to be mated with someone as kind and warm-hearted as your babyboy. Fate was good.

https://ko-fi.com/sunehri_c

[glissando365]

Posting this a little early but you gotta prep for the important holidays, right?

Ficlet for @goodomensbingo​ prompt, Ocean, beneath the cut.

It was the day after Valentine's, and Crowley still hadn't shown up.

Aziraphale refused to be bothered by this.

So what if they were technically a "item" now, colloquially speaking? It didn't mean they had to spend every waking moment together, and it certainly didn't mean they had to start celebrating some made-up human holiday that they'd really never placed any importance on before, save for Aziraphale's annual rant on the original St. Valentine*.

*He still held that the true reason for St. Valentine's execution was well-deserved and Heaven's promotion of that soul was an unreasonable dismissal of his field notes.

But so what if he hadn't planned on venting about those old bones this year? And so what if Crowley hadn't called him up to hear about this year? He hadn't even noticed.

That's what Aziraphale kept repeating to himself as he stalked back to his bookshop, arms full of completely unrelated pints of ice cream.

He was so distracted focused that he didn't give much thought to entering his store and it was a good thing he didn't because his raw expectations were about the only thing that allowed him to push open the door into a veritable ocean of chocolates inside the building.

"What the—?"

As soon as his brain registered the impossible, the door slammed shut behind him and Aziraphale found himself consumed by a flood of decorative boxes.

"What is going on?!" he shouted, as he burst to the surface, dislodging a heart-holding teddy bear. 

There was a ripple somewhere off by the cash register. A moment later, Crowley popped up from beneath the waves.

"Hey, angel," he said. "I brought chocolates."

Aziraphale gaped at him. "I can see that."

His partner wore a fitted purple sweater* and an expression that suggested nothing out of the ordinary. Also, he was holding a heart-shaped box of chocolates bigger than his head.

*It really made him much cuter than should have been allowed while Aziraphale was mad at him but pretending not to be.

"Crowley, why am I floating in a pile of retail chocolates?"

"Oh, that!" he said. "About that, um, happy Cheap Chocolate Day?"

"Cheap chocolate day?"

"Yeah, February 15, you know — or maybe you don't." Crowley seemed to finally register Aziraphale's unconcealed bafflement. 

"You probably missed it with your head buried in that new old Dickens' first edition of yours but Valentine's Day was yesterday,” he said breezily, “which means today, there are some incredible sales on all the specialty unsold sweets, and I mean all of them — hence, Cheap Chocolate Day."

Crowley stuck out the massive heart box in his hands. "Can you believe this was 90% off? 300 grams of name brand chocolate for only two pounds!"

His eyes were bright with the win of a crushing bargain. Aziraphale failed to echo the enthusiasm, too busy looking around at the depth and variety of the Valentine's sweets around them. A quick volume estimation had to put at least 2000 boxes.

"Is this what you were doing all day yesterday?" he finally asked.

"Of course. You know how many stores I had to hit in order to fill this whole building? I had to plan out my routes to get to the good chocolates! And not to mention all the infighting with other bargain shoppers, my Somebody those people are vicious. I had to drop a miracle just to not get clocked by this one lady’s purse.

"I would've called you about this earlier, I just"— Crowley flushed—"I wanted to surprise you and all. I know you weren't a big fan of Valentine, but I figured we could still stand to celebrate something with us being…well, us recently and I felt like you'd enjoy this more."

Hugging the chocolates to his chest, Crowley looked more soft and pink than the fluffiest teddy bear in the room and something* in Aziraphale's chest swelled.

*Perhaps in human terms that would have been the heart, but no bodily organ could have held the vast ocean of love Aziraphale sailed in for his demon

"I love you," Aziraphale blurted. And before Crowley could say anything in return, his angel waded forward and kissed him keenly on the lips, cupping the clean cut of the latter’s jawline as to keep him close.

When they finally broke apart, foreheads pressed together and both of them catching the breath they didn't need, Aziraphale couldn't help but grin somewhat hysterically at the prospect of a new favorite holiday.

"Happy Cheap Chocolate Day," he proclaimed.

"Happy Cheap Chocolate Day," Crowley agreed.

They celebrated the day with more kissing. 

[jimlingss]

Sugar and Coffee [16]

Chapter 15 - Chapter 16 - Chapter 17

➜ Words: 3k

➜ Genres: 99.5% Fluff, 0.5% Angst, Pâtisserie school!AU

➜ Summary: It isn't hard to be a pâtisserie chef, but it's not a piece of cake either. It seems like for you in particular, life keeps throwing in one wrench after another. It always finds ways to make your sweets bitter. The cherry on top is Jeon Jungkook — a rival with a sensitive sweet tooth who always finds ways to complain about you.

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On Wednesday, you begin to bake, cut, and fill.   The ingredients are pulled from the borrowed kitchen — eggs, butter, buttermilk, vegetable oil, sugar, flour, baking powder, unsweetened cocoa powder, and vanilla. The oven is preheated to three hundred degrees fahrenheit and the round pans are greased. The four of you measure and mix together the dry ingredients, and then the wet ingredients.    Once it’s all ready, it’s baked while the ganache filling is worked on. Heavy cream, butter, chocolate, and a pinch of kosher salt are melted together with two tablespoons of brewed coffee to deepen the flavour. It cools and thickens, a fluffy texture that melts against your palate.    And when the moist cake is out of the oven, it cools too before being cut and filled.   “Alright, folks.” Namjoon dusts his hands off, shutting the fridge door. “Now on Friday, we just cover, dowel, and stack. Since the wedding is on Saturday, we want it to sleep overnight.”   “We’re going to have to prepare decorations tomorrow,” Sejeong says. If there was anyone’s cake that she wanted to perfect, it was her own sister’s. “Crumb coat the cakes and smooth the frosting, colour the fondants, make the flowers. Just so we can get it prepared in time and not be rushing on the last day.”    “Okay.” You offer a smile. “Are we still going with lavender?”   “That’s the plan. But we can worry about that tomorrow. How have you two been? Any problems?”   You glance at Jungkook, meeting his eye, but you divert hastily. “N-No, we’re fine. We’ve been enjoying ourselves. Thank you for bringing us along.”   “That’s not a problem.” Namjoon laughs heartily, practically glowing with a healthy tan. “We’re happy to have two more sets of hands. God knows the wedding is hectic and stressful enough, right, honey?”   “Chungha is having it tougher.” His wife sighs. “We’re just glad to get this done and over with.”   In between family feuds and relatives duking it out, you don’t need to tell them that you and Jungkook are incidentally sharing the same room over a mistake in booking. They have enough on their plates as it is.   But just because you don’t talk about your issues doesn’t mean that they’ve magically vanished.   Even if you wish that were the case.   “Morni—”   The moment you open your sleepy eyes, Jeon Jungkook has manifested in the mirror. You choke on your toothpaste, toothbrush sucked into your throat like a vacuum, lodged in. You choke it out and sputter.    Jungkook’s shocked awake, eyes widened as he pats your back.   You cough and rinse your mouth. “Oh my god. You scared me to death!”   “All I said was good morning!” He shoots you a look, leaning in too close with his still sleepy demeanour, fluffed hair and swollen face. “Are you alright?”   “Obviously not! I almost died!”   You’re not okay. Very far from any semblance of ‘okay’.   For one, you can’t look the bastard in the eye. You can’t stop yourself from perspiring. It’s as if your best friend is someone worthy to be fearful of…   No. It’s not that you’ve become afraid of Jungkook. You’re nervous.   “I’m going to shower.”   “Sounds good.”   It shouldn’t be surprising. He even warned you. But the moment Jungkook starts to strip off his shirt, you’re caught off guard at how he didn’t wait for you to leave ⁠— how comfortable he is with you. You have half a mind left to sprint out of the bathroom. Nearly falling over. Barely catching your stumble.    Jungkook watches with his brows raised incredulously.   The bathroom door eventually shuts and you change as quick as you can, and run out of the room without a word. Like you’re being chased by loan sharks.   “Hey, Y/N.” After ten minutes, Jungkook comes out topless, having forgotten to grab a shirt. But he pays no mind, toweling off his head. “We should get room servi—…...Y/N?”   The doe-eyed boy looks around, realizing that you’re gone.   You’ve headed across the resort to the restaurant for breakfast. Finally, you’re able to have a meal in peace without having to lift your head to see a big nose and brown, doe eyes.    You grab a healthy serving of eggs, toast and cereal. And you pick a good table to look out and enjoy the view.   But fifteen minutes into your meal, someone suddenly plops down across from you.   You’re startled to death again.   “I can’t believe you ditched me.”   “S-Sorry…” You look away. “I was too hungry to wait.”   “Could’ve told me at least. I would’ve hurried up.” He spreads cream cheese on his bagel, ruffled mop of hair flopping as he moves. He’s dressed like a true tourist again, this time with a hawaiian shirt that’s bright orange with blue florals all over it.   Jungkook’s eyes are round and buggy as he bites down and he hums in satisfaction at the taste. “So what are our plans for today? It’s the only full day we have left before we have to work on the cake.”   “I don’t know.” You stand up. “I finished. Should go back to the room. I have a stomach ache.”   “Really?” His left cheek is puffed out with food stored inside. “But I just got here.”   “Nature calls.” You run off, leaving your best friend in the dust.   It’s horrible being stuck on an island with Jeon Jungkook.    No matter where you run or how you hide, he’s always there.   “How was the—”   You scream.   “—bathroom trip.” Jungkook looks at you, brows furrowed deep.   “You scared me!” You put your hand over your heart where it’s pounding hard, threatening to jump out of your chest.   “But I didn’t do anything,” he defends, mouth drawing open as he gestures around, perplexed at how you could be frightened in broad daylight, in the middle of the day, with this many people around. “Are you sure you’re okay?”   “I’m fine. H-how’d you even find me?!”   “I don’t know, I was just heading back to the room. The resort isn’t that big.” He shrugs and finally is able to get a good look at you. Jungkook slowly smiles at your one-piece swimsuit. “Are you going in for a dip? I can join.”   The thought of Jungkook ripping off his shirt, jumping into the pool and getting all wet with you has your knees weak. It’s not a healthy idea.    “No. Changed my mind. It’s kind of….cold out for a swim. I’m probably going to go back inside to change.”   “Y/N. It’s hot. It’s like a hundred degrees out here.”   You muster stiff laughter. “Well I’m feeling a bit chilly. Gonna go back and change. See ya!”   You sprint off again, in a completely disoriented manner. Jungkook shouts your name when you nearly slip on a puddle of water by the poolside and almost crack your head open. But luckily, you catch yourself and throw him a half-hearted smile and an exaggerated wave goodbye.    Part of you wishes you would’ve just fallen into the pool or hit your head. Maybe it would finally knock some sense into your brain.   There’s no reason for you to be so nervous around him. This is Jeon Jungkook you’re talking about — IU fanboy, the biggest nerd of the universe, officially the worst flirt on this planet.   There’s absolutely no reason for your stomach to flip. For you to be unable to retain eye contact with your friend. For you to suddenly be so self-aware and conscious of him that you feel nervous when he’s around and nervous when he’s not. There’s no reason whatsoever…   “You need to get your head straight.”   You’re muttering to yourself as you walk. You probably look crazy, but need to hear it out loud. If no one’s going to help you by saying it, then you’ll say it yourself. “Focus, Y/N. Focus—”   A blood-curdling shriek tears from your stomach when there’s suddenly knocking. You turn to see Jeon Jungkook beside you, separated by a window, but laughing hysterically at your reaction. His nose is scrunched, mouth drawn up into that boyish smile of his.   He’s inside the fitness center in a white tank top, sweating enough to make his hair damp, and the dark stands are pushed back against his head. That little shit is scaring you on purpose now.   “Are you shitting me, Jeon Jungkook?!” Your fist pounds against the glass and you fail to notice how everyone else in the gym is whirling their heads around at the noise.   The resort attendant runs up on you.   “Ma’am, please don’t bang on the glass.”   “S-sorry.”   Jungkook is in bigger hysterics now, bent over and grabbing his stomach, laughing loud enough for you to hear through the window. His smile is excited, eyes lit up.   Everywhere. Every corner you turn to. Every path you take. Some way or another — whether you’re talking to Namjoon or Chungha, hanging at the bar, around the pool, on the beach to watch the waves — no matter how hard you try to evade him, Jungkook is always there.   You didn’t know it would be so hard to avoid him. He’s truly like the plague.   Or maybe a curse.    Better yet, it would be more fitting to call Jeon Jungkook the year-round Christmas grinch. He’s here to ruin your life, ruin your holiday, and make your head filled with him and only him.   “You’re not avoiding me, are you?”   He finally asks after crawling into bed beside you that night. His hands are folded on top of his midsection and he’s staring up at the ceiling even if he can’t see when the entire room is drowned in a comfortable darkness.   You muster some laughter. “Don’t be ridiculous.”   The sheets shift and from the little light coming through the terrace glass doors, you can see him looking at you. And you can feel his body warmth with the small distance. “I would hate it if you were a hypocrite since you don’t like when others ghost you.”   “I said I’m not,” you whine. The lie gives a tickle of guilt in your gut. “You shouldn’t accuse people after they’ve already defended themselves.”   “Okay.” The corners of his lips quirk. “Just making sure. I don’t want to scare you off.”   You scoff, eyes adjusting enough to be able to look at him. It’s quiet, with him beside you underneath the covers, too close but too far. Yet somehow, in spite of the silence of your room, it’s still very noisy inside your head. “You really think you’re going to get rid of me that easily?”   “No. And I’m glad for that. I wouldn’t want to lose you.” Jungkook grins and he teases, “You’re not a coward, Y/N. Right?”   “Psh. Go to bed, Jeon.”   “Hmm, I’m not tired, but I do know an activity we can do together that’ll tire me right out.”   “Yeah, my fist meeting your face.”   He laughs and you roll over, tugging the covers up to your chin.   You don’t say out loud, don’t admit it, but you are a coward.    One big coward who pretends to face the truth with courage, but actually learnt to run and hide in the face of trouble. A coward who can’t face the music, who’s actually wide awake like he is, but won’t say it. Whose heart is stuttering too loud to try to slip underneath the seduction of slumber.    You won’t admit the funny feeling you get when your gaze sets upon Jungkook. You won’t acknowledge it even when it’s screaming into your ear drums and drumming against your rib cage. You won’t confess that the nervousness you feel is far from platonic.   It’s hard not to feel stuck on Jungkook. These days, the last person you see before you sleep is him and he’s the first person you see when you wake up. He’s both the beginning and the end.   “Hey, Y/N.” You’re stirred away by a soft voice calling to you. “Wake up.”   When your lids peel back, you see him. The strands of his black hair nearly tickle the skin of your cheeks and he smiles tenderly at you. “We have a long day. Come on.”   You’re a coward and you have been for some time now.   //   Friday is the busiest day of the week. It’s the eve of the wedding and where you’re in the kitchen for hours on end.   Between the four of you, the lilac-coloured fondant is rolled out to cover the chocolate cake and ganache frosting. The dowel rods are inserted and the cake is stacked. Once it’s to Sejeong’s satisfaction, the decorating process begins. The sugar lavender that you made yesterday is used, placed delicately in the correct positions and you work on tracing a lace pattern on the bottom most layer.   Hours later, with muscles sore and eyes stinging, she’s finally satisfied.   It ends up looking magnificent. All the effort is presented in front of you — the cake is a soft purple colour, lavender flowers made from gum paste and real lilacs edible.   “It’s too pretty to eat.”   “It always is.” Sejeong smiles. “But when we do, it’ll be delicious.”   Namjoon stretches his arms over his head, making noises as his bones crack. “I’m starving. What time is it?” He checks his watch. “I think the snack bar is still open. We should go eat now since we have to wake up bright and early tomorrow.”   “I forgot how much work it was to be a bridesmaid.” Sejeong sighs lightly. “Let’s just get the cake in the fridge for now.”   Jungkook and Namjoon carefully move the cake into the refrigerator area, a whole cold storage, and you take your aprons off, washing your hands. Sejeong turns to you and Jungkook. “Are you guys hungry too? You probably are since we’ve been working so late.”   You exchange a look with him. “N-No. We’re fine.”   “Are you sure?” Namjoon asks, brows raised.   “Yeah, I’m sure. I’m more tired than hungry. I’ll probably call it a night.”   “Same here.” Jungkook offers a smile, following your lead.   “Well alright, I’ll see you both bright and early then! Good job, you two.” Namjoon smiles and both he and his wife leave the kitchen, talking to one another until their voices fade away.   Jungkook then turns to you with his brow raised. “Are you really not hungry?”   You look down at your stomach and it rumbles. You wonder if he can hear it too. “I thought I’d give them alone time since we’ve been busy all day….”   An extended sigh pulls from the man’s lungs.   Jungkook smiles and as he passes by you, he ruffles your hair. “You’re so unnecessarily thoughtful sometimes….”   You turn around, trailing after him. Jungkook opens the fridge and hums, eyes searching.    “What are you doing?” you ask curiously.   “Looking for ingredients since a little someone said they weren’t hungry and now we can’t go to the only place still open.” He grins easily. “So unless you want to go back to the hotel room and wait half an hour for room service, I’ll cook.”   Jungkook sounds so self-assured that you comply, finding your place on a stool as he begins to pull out mushrooms, shallots, parmesan cheese, butter, and starts digging around the cupboards. “You can cook?”   “’Course I can. I’m a master of the kitchen.” His eyes flicker up and the little shit mocks you. “Why? Can’t you?”   “The pan always burns,” you mutter.   “Is that why you can’t melt chocolate over the stove?” he questions with a glint of mischief.   “For the record, I’m getting better. It’s not like I do it intentionally anyway. But are we even allowed to use these ingredients, Jungkook? Won’t we get into trouble?” It’s not your kitchen after all — just a small space the resort was willing to let you use.   He merely shrugs. “We have to live a little.”   You sit on the other side of the island, watching him closely.    Jungkook finds a can of chicken stock and heats it over the stove in a small saucepan. Then he moves to chop shallots and mushrooms, sleeves pulled up to his elbows, forearms revealed as he works the knife in a constant motion that’s therapeutic to listen to. Jungkook fries the shallots and mushrooms over the hot oil and butter in a skillet, tossing and flipping them as they sizzle.   He works fluidly, in a rhythm without needing to stop and think twice. It’s fun to watch.   “What are you making?”   “Mushroom risotto.”   “Sounds fancy.”   “It is,” he lies.    In your ignorance, you’re unaware that it’s actually an easy recipe. You’re also oblivious to the fact that Jungkook is secretly beaming with gratitude that his dad taught him this recipe years ago. His dad was right that he needed to learn how to cook basic dishes to one day impress.   Jungkook adds the rice, coating it in the butter before adding a cup of white wine he found in the cupboards. Once it’s fully absorbed, he puts in the chicken stock and adds salt to taste. All the while, he’s watching you from the corner of his eye. He can read you like a book and your amazed expression feeds directly into his ego.   When Jungkook turns around to throw something in the sink, he lets his enormous smile slip.   “If we ever have the time, I’ll make you shrimp or chicken risotto.”   “You can make that?”   “Of course, cooking isn’t hard.”   “Pft. You really know how to do everything, don’t you, Jeon?”   “You said it, not me.”   He serves it on a big plate, even taking the extra step to clean the edges up with a napkin. You’re amazed and when he arrogantly urges you to take a bite, you can’t even tell him off. It’s delicious.   And once you say so, he can't deny how happy he is.   Jungkook is over the fucking moon. He would cook for you for the rest of his life if you’d let him.

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Forget me? Forget us. - B. Hargrove

Inspired by ‘Forget me too’ by MGK and Halsey. I love this song and it has been stuck in my head all day and I couldn’t think of anything but a toxic relationship with billy. This isn’t a happy story, but it is a sad reality of some relationships. Some people are so bad for each other yet their love is too intense. “I love you so much that I hate you” describes this perfectly.

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TW: This story contains an intense description of a very toxic relationship. In no way do I condone this kind of relationship and I recommend seeking help if you are in a relationship like this and you fear for your safety or that of another.

Billy was dangerous. So was Y/N. She was cold, he was burning hot. They were powerful separate, a raging storm together.

They were made to love one another, but not made to be in love with one another. They were furious, passionate, loving, angry, fearful, high on possibility.

They were inseparable, but couldn’t bare to be with one another.

They were purely paradoxical, and they loved every heart aching second of it.

They had broken up once again, their love blowing up in a fury of broken objects and obscenities. One of their distant friends from high school decided to throw a party, despite her status as post-high school adults. Billy was in attendance, obviously.

Y/N had yet to show up. Her absence elated him, and disappointed him. He loved her. He loved her so much that he couldn’t stand to be around her, for he was too scared to lose it.

Their love was temporary, yet the temporary was permanent.

They were always going to fall apart. They were always going to become one again. They would fall apart soon after. It was a viscous cycle of heartbreak and hopeless love.

He waited for her, drink in hand, clad in tight jeans and a white tank top. His staple denim jacket was missing.

Another woman - Bethany, Billy thought her name was - stood awfully close to him, her bony hand resting on his arm as she spoke. He had no idea what she was saying, he had zoned out almost as soon as she approached him. He had little care to listen to her prattle on. His mind was waiting for one person.

Bethany kept chattering and Billy fought the urge to roll his eyes. He was showing zero interest, yet the woman would not shut up.

Well, she hadn’t, until a hand grabbed her hair and yanked her entire body backwards, until she fell flat on her behind.

Y/N stood behind her, Billy’s jacket draped over her shoulders and a look of pure fury in her eyes.

I saw you walk in the room and I tried my best
Not to panic while I'm lookin' for the back door,

I smelled the perfume and it's obvious, i'm gonna stay and put my key in the bag more.

She wasn’t directing it towards Bethany, no. She was locked and loaded right on Billy.

Flight or fight kicked in, and Billy panicked, but only for a minute.

She looked divine. Wearing his jacket, marks on her neck from their last positive encounter on show for everybody to see.

She smelled like perfection, her chocolate scented perfume drawing him in, filling his senses with her.

She drove him crazy, made him more furious than he could comprehend. They would fight, they would love, they would fall apart.

Her hand connected with his face, yet he wasn’t angry. No. He connected his lips with hers, feeling her fingers slide through his hair. All eyes were on them, yet everybody had seen this scene before.

They were possessive, they were horrible to one another and others, but god help anybody who messed with their relationship. Only they could crumble the walls that they build.

She pulled back from him, smirking, watching as he bit his lip with temptation.

“Missed me baby?” She winked at him, allowing his body to pull hers along as he grabbed her hand and started leading her outside.

She may be the reason that his small apartment had a broken window and multiple holes in the wall, but he sure as hell didn’t hesitate to follow her to wherever she led.

The alcohol wore off by the time he woke, his head pounding and his vision spinning.

Her leg was stung over his own, both of them as bare as the day they were born. He rose carefully, moving her body from his as gently as he could.

However, in his efforts to make it out without waking her, he dropped his belt, and the clatter of the buckle on the hardwood floor caused her to snap awake.

It escalated quickly.

You want me to forget you? Okay, forget me too.

You tell me you hate me, baby, yeah, I bet you do

“You’re such a fucking asshole, Hargrove!” She shoved at his shoulder, trying to get past him so she could get to the bathroom. He was blocking her way.

“Oh, of course. I’m the asshole.” He snarled, a smile on his face. You’re the one who starts screaming at me, but I’m the one in the wrong!”

“You’re in the wrong because you ducking broke up with me, then tried to skip out before I woke up.” Her hands were in her hair, grasping at the roots. “You’re so fucking selfish. I’m waiting around constantly for you, but I make you wait one fucking time and you’re throwing a tantrum!”

“You left me waiting for an hour, Y/N! What, were you out with Tommy? What about Stevie? You always had a soft spot for him.” They were malicious. They knew how to hurt one another and they both knew it.

“God, you’re such a joke.” She laughed in his face, shoving her shoulder against his so she could grab her stuff from the bathroom. “Sometimes I wish I could forget I ever fucking met you, Billy.”

“You wouldn’t survive without me holding your hand, princess.” He snarled, perfect lips turning up to show perfect teeth.

They connected once again, pulling at one another, crashing into the wall, the door frame, the bed.

“I hate your fucking guts,” she growled, pulling his shirt over his head.

“I know you do, baby.” He flipped them over so his body was covering her own and connecting his lips to hers once again.

I've wasted so much time waitin' around for your phone calls every night

She would sit by the phone every night, waiting for his call. She would excuse some night, knowing if his terrible home life, but when he got his own place, he rarely called, rarely picked up the phone.

She spent so many days, so many nights, waiting up on him.

She got her own back at him.

He was taking her to see a new movie, planning to meet her at the arcade next to the theatre at 6 o’clock. He had to drop the bratty step-sister off, so he figured two birds.

He waited there until an hour later, the movie already beginning. He was seething. He hated being stood up, and she knew it.

Y/N arrived at the theatre 15 minutes later, but there was no Billy in sight, nor his sleek camaro.

She drove to his apartment, furious yet also proud. She gave him a taste of his own medicine, and she couldn’t wait to see how frustrated he was. She hated hurting him, but he hurt her just as bad.

We'd both be better off alone.

Still think I'd get you on the phone with one last breath in me.

I'd die before I let you leave

He had already downed five beers by the time she got there. It was rare for her to see him sober, and it was rare for him to see her while he was sober.

It escalated as soon as she walked in the door, slamming the heavy wood behind her.

“I was waiting for you and you didn’t bother to fucking show up!” He took a drag of his cigarette, blowing the smoke in her direction. She hated when he smoked, she despised the smell of nicotine on his breath but found the sight of him smoking to be incredibly attractive.

She fell for his bad boy side, and found home in his caring heart and troubled personality. It was a broken home but she couldn’t bare to leave.

The argument grew more and more, she threw a phone book at him, sending it through the window in his living room.

“I’m done. I’m sick of the bullshit, Y/N. We’re fucking better off alone!” He slammed his hand on the table, silencing her shouts of obscenities at him.

She laughed, slumping down onto the beat up couch. They had been saving money every paycheck to get him some new furniture. Y/N had also been putting money away to get her own apartment, despite Billy’s offer for her to live with him.

Such a volatile and temporary relationship couldn’t withstand constantly being in the presence of one another.

“We would die before we ever give up on one another, Billy.”

Tell me why you do the things that make me hate you,

It's an emotional kaleidoscope when I face you,

Permanent calligraphy, I just tattooed your name on me forever, fuck

Y/N and Billy love each other intensely, but they also know exactly how to make the other hate them.

It was a horrible cycle, yet nobody could make them happier than the person they hated the most.

Even if they wanted to forget one another, they could never forget the love they shared.

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Love Like You-Part 19

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Links to Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, Part 6, Part 7, Part 8, Part 9, Part 10, Part 11, Part 12, Part 13, Part 14, Part 15, Part 16, Part 17, Part 18

Ao3 Link for all of them together

Title: Love Like You: Part 19

Pairing: Adam and Thea

Words: 3.7k

Series Summary:  Adam was used to pushing her away, but Thea had stuck by his side anyway. This time he may have finally done it, and now is in the danger of losing her forever

Part Summary: Adam arrives at the scene, his worse fears seeming to come true Tags: @sosolenoo @lilyoffandoms @ihavethemindofamaster @anotherbeingsworld @zizzlekwum

The entire drive over could have been considered a form of torture.

               The building that Thea, Felix, and Mason went to was a few hours out of the way, and Adam could feel himself getting more and more nervous.

               What if we are too late?

               Adam looked over to Nate, who looked about just as lost as he felt, his hands were out of his pockets, but he was wringing them together like he had never seen him do before.

               Part of him wanted to ask him if it was indeed too late, in order to try and get his normal reassuring answer and allow it to comfort him, but he was not sure if Nate could even convince himself at the moment, much less him as well.

               His grip tightened on the steering wheel as he continued to drive in an attempt to stop his hands from shaking, but it did nothing for the pit of worry that had not left his stomach.

               Where could Thea be?

               He gave a long shaky breath at the thought of her, the image of her heartbroken blue eyes overwhelming him, but he pushed it away.

               She’s going to be alright.

               She has to be.

               The three of them should have never been on that mission in the first place, and now there was a chance he could lose them all.

               I can’t let that happen, I can’t.

               “I think we need to call the Agency”, Nate suddenly spoke.

               “What?”, he asked at the sudden statement, “Why?”

               “We still don’t know what we are walking into”, he explained, “I understand not wanting to wait for backup, but we might need it. At least this way, there may be some help coming”

               “Okay”, he nodded, too distracted to fight him on it, not that he disagreed with it either.

               He got out his phone, and fiddled with it for a few minutes before he finally made the call, and Adam was barely paying attention to what he was saying, letting it all wash over him.

               It’s all going to turn out fine. It has to.

               “Alright, thank you”, he heard Nate say as he hung up the phone, and he turned back to him, “There should be a good few people coming”

               “Sounds good”, he said simply.

               “They aren’t very happy about us leaving without telling anyone”, he continued.

               “We’ll worry about that later”, Adam countered, with a harsher tone then he intended, “The circumstances demanded it”

               “I’m not trying to argue with you on this”, he replied, “I’m just letting you know”

               He gave a weak nod, and Nate looked like he wanted to say something else, but he heard him sigh, and he slouched back in the passenger seat.

               “Do you think everything will turn out okay?”, he finally got the nerve to ask, and his chest tightened at the way that he gave a weak shrug at that.

               “I really don’t know”, he muttered, “And I really wish I did”

               Adam tried to ignore the way that it made him even more anxious, and he tried to strengthen his resolve, squaring his shoulders as he did so.

               There has to be some hope.

               They were about a mile away from their destination when he started to smell smoke.

               Smoke?

               “Any idea where that could be from?”, Nate asked, having noticed it as well.

               “Not near us, no”, he said, his voice trailing off as he had a moment of realization.

               It can’t possibly be…

               You don’t know for sure yet, don’t think about this now.

               But it was not long before the sight of flames could be seen, towering over the surroundings, and Adam could feel his heart pound.

               No, please no.

               The place where they had been directed to, to which the person who told them about it said it was a tall red brick building, was completely engulfed in flames, part of the roof already having caved in, and there was no sign of it stopping.

               He slammed on the brakes and turned off the car in a hurry, and almost sprinting out of the car, Nate hot on his heels.

               The air around seemed to be radiate heat, and being closer to the smoke just made it harder and harder to breathe.

               But it was hardly what he was worried about.

               We’re too late.

               “They’re gone”, he managed to choke out, trying to hide back the wave of emotion in his voice, “He said they would be gone when we got here and- “

               “If they are still alive, we’ll find them”, Nate said, but from the shaky tone in his voice, he was unsure of the outlook himself.

               Still alive.

               Adam got the sudden urge to fall to the ground, and he just managed to keep himself standing, trying to breathe a deep breath to keep his composure.

               Not here. I can’t fall apart here.

               “I’m sure all three of them are alive”, Nate quickly added, as if he just realized what he had said.

               “You don’t know that”, he felt himself whisper, and it took a little to realize that he had spoken it aloud.

               I can’t lose her, I can’t.

               Not like this. I don’t think I can take it.

               “Maybe there is something around here that could give us an idea where they went?”, Nate asked, but he was not sure whether he had just said it to try and make him feel better.

               “The fire has probably taken anything that was left”, he said, even as much as he wanted to deny it and agree with him, “And I doubt the trappers left anything important behind”.

               He gave a shaky sigh, a sense of urgency filling his voice, “There is not much for us to do while we wait for the Agency. If there is anything, we need to find it”

               Adam could not argue with that, even with the sinking feeling that the both of them would not find anything.

               Thea’s last memory of you is going to be the words you should have, for once, taken back.

               “This was a mistake”

               He shook his head in an attempt to get that out of his head.

               It’s not going to be. I’m not going to accept that.

               The two of them started to make their way closer to the front of the building, and a sudden yell made them both turn around

               “Περίμενε!”

               The voice was in a language that he recognized being Greek, but he knew next to nothing about it, and he saw a dryad, her dark green hair falling in messy clumps around her face, the leaves in her hair a sickly yellow. Her white dress was tattered, and her almost green-tinted skin was covered in dirt.

               Adam looked to Nate, as if asking him what to do, and he stepped forward, saying something back to her in Greek.

               The two of them talked for a bit, and he could feel his stomach tighten as he watched his face fall as she continued to talk, and it was starting to put him on edge.

               “What did she say?”, he finally asked, not able to hold it back any longer.

               “She said that three people helped her get out”, he answered, an audible shake in his voice, “And the trappers left them behind after the fire”

               Please, no.

               Before Nate could try and talk him out of it, he ran off, frantically searching for any sign of any of them.

               Did they get trapped inside?

               He knew that Felix and Mason would probably turn out okay if they did, providing how much they were weakened before, but Thea.

               She can’t be dead, she can’t.

               Adam tried to swallow down the sob in his throat, his eyes starting to sting, but he was not sure if that was from the smoke from the still raging fire or the tears that were threatening to spill, but as he made his way around the building, his steps quickening and hardly thinking straight, he saw a figure on the ground.

               And he could feel his heart fall to his feet as he realized who it was.

               Thea

               He was full on sprinting now, and even with the roaring sound in his ears, he found the sound of her heartbeat, weak, but still there.

               Oh, thank God.

               The relief did not last long as he realized that he was not conscious, and her breathing came out weak and ragged.

               Adam dropped down to his knees next to her, and before he even knew what was he was doing, he picked her up, letting her head rest against her arm, almost cradling her, and he finally got a good look at her.

               It was not till then that he realized just how tiny Thea was. She was almost a full foot shorter than him, but she never had seemed so small until this moment, being almost dwarfed by his broad arms, her right ankle bent in an unnatural position. Her yellow sweater and blue jeans were covered in soot and dirt, scratches and cuts covering about every visible inch of her skin. Her dark chocolate brown hair fell in uneven clumps, full of tangles, and her face, while also covered in dirt, had clear line of tears that ran down her checks, and he could feel his chest tighten at the sight of it.

               He knew he should have left to try and find Nate, but he stayed put, almost marveling at the fact that she was here at all, and he moved his hand to brush her hair out of her face, and even with it covered in soot, it was still surprisingly soft.

               “Thea”, he whispered, not sure if she could even hear him, but not caring in the slightest about that. He left out a shaky breath, and he then pleaded, “Please wake up. Please”

               I’m not strong enough to lose you.

               I don’t think I could take it.

               “I have so much I need to say to you”, he continued, his voice getting more and more unsteady at the minute, “I need you Thea. I don’t think I could go on without you”

               I love you.

               Before Adam could even realize what, he was doing, he moved his head down to rest his forehead on his, it feeling almost feverish from how warm it was, and he tried to concentrate on her heartbeat.

               “I’m so sorry”, he choked out, closing his eyes as he said it to keep himself from crying, “I’m sorry I’m not what you deserve”

               He let out another shaky breath, and he heard a hacking cough that was not his own, and he moved his head back as he slowly watched Thea’s Atlantic blue eyes flutter open.

               “Adam?”, she weakly said, her eyes seeming to be fighting to stay open, “Is it- really you?”

               “It’s me”, he replied, relief filling his whole being with a rush, and he was unable to keep a smile off his face.

               Her eyebrows then furrowed in worry, “Do you know where Felix and Mason are?”

               “I don’t”, he admitted, almost forgetting all about them, “But I’m sure there fine. They would be able to get out of there”

               She weakly nodded, and he saw her eyes threatening to close again.

               “Hey”, he said gently, “Eyes on me, okay?”

               I need to see your eyes. I have to.

               Thea gave a weak laugh, “I’m trying. It’s just getting harder”

               “I’m not leaving”, he said resolutely, “You are going to get out of this, alright?”

               You have to.

               “I’m going to be by your side until the end”, he said, and he felt his heart pound at the thought that this might be the end, “I promise”

               “Adam”, she softly whispered, and he continued,

               “Once we all get back, maybe I’ll take you to see the fireworks again”

               And maybe, I’ll actually kiss you this time like I should have done.

               She gave a weak smile, “I’d really like that. But Adam?”

               “Yes?”

               “I’m so sorry”, Thea said, giving a cough as she said it, and he tightened his grip on her in response.

               “You have nothing to apologize for”, he assured her, “I should be telling saying that to you”

               “I should have- “, she began, but he gently shushed her.

               “None of what happened is your fault, do you understand me?”

               He paused before continuing, saying the words that he should have said a long time ago, “You are more than I could ever deserve”

               Adam watched her eyes grow wide, and she opened her mouth to say something, before biting her lip in order to stop it from spilling out and he got the nerve to move his hand back through her hair, which he felt her exhale from the touch.

               “I mean that”, he affirmed, “I’m not lying to you”

               Her breath caught, and he swore he could see the start of new tears at the edge of her eyes, but she gave him another small smile, but as she did so, her eyelids were starting to grow heavy again.

               “Please hold on”, he pleaded, “Please”

               I still need you.

               “I’m- really glad you’re here”, she whispered.

               “I wouldn’t be anywhere else”, he reassured her.

               Thea weakly moved her hand to rest on top of his, her hand somehow still freezing, and it sent goosebumps over his skin.

               But her eyes closed, and this time, she was not fighting to open them up again, and her head rolled over to lean on his chest.

               “Thea”, Adam said quietly, but it was not long before his voice came to almost pleading yell, “Thea! Please come back!”

               Please don’t leave me.

               Her eyes did not open again, and her ragged breathing and weak heartbeat rang loud in his ears.

               He could feel his eyes start to sting with unshed tears, and he gripped Thea tighter, bringing her closer to him.

               “I can’t take losing you”, he whispered, finally saying what he had only said in his head, “I know I can’t”

               Adam moved his head closer to hers, and he finally said the three little words that he had only said in his head for so long.

               “I love you Thea. I love you”

               He looked back at her, almost as if saying it would make her wake up again, but she did not stir again.

               “I said it”, he breathed out, “I said it. Please wake back up. Please”

               Without knowing what else he could do, feeling like he was trapped in a nightmare, knowing that he should try and find Nate, but he felt frozen to his spot.

               He moved his head back forward, and he gave her a gentle kiss at the top of her forehead, and even though it tasted of ash, he hardly cared.

               “Adam!”

               A familiar voice made him turn, and it was only then that he realized that the fire had died off, and while there will still remnants of it there, most of the building that could be burned had already been completely destroyed.

               He saw Felix and Mason, looking a little worse for wear but otherwise alright, running up to him, two people behind him he did not recognize, but guessed they were some of the trapper’s prisoners.

               “It’s so good to see you”, Felix laughed out, but he could hear true relief in his voice, but as his face fell to Thea, he could see his amber eyes fill in worry.

               “Get Nate”, was all that he could choke out.

               Mason gave a nod, and he went off, the two prisoners behind him, and Felix came over to kneel down next to them.

               “Is she okay?”, he asked, moving his gaze to Adam.

               I don’t know.

               He could not bring himself to answer that, becoming more and more fearful that this would be his last moment with her.

               “Thea’s tough”, Felix said, but as he went on, it was more of like he was trying to convince himself, “She’ll make it through just fine”

               Will she?

               She has to.

               He put his arm on his shoulder when he did not say anything, and even though he tensed at the touch, he did not try to pull away.

               “She saved us, you know”, Felix continued, “It was her that got out first, and then she got us out. We told her to go ahead of us in order to get one prisoner out while Mason and I got the other two, but we should not have separated”

               His voice faltered, “It’s our fault. Thea was against us splitting up. We should have listened to her”.

               “It’s not”, Adam quietly said, speaking for the first time since he came over here.

               You guys should have never been on this mission in the first place.

               And you never would have been if that kiss never happened.

               He looked back at Thea, trying to keep himself together as he looked at her, praying that she would pull through.

               Please don’t take away the only light I have.

               Felix looked a bit awed that he had even said anything in the first place, and he continued, “You’ll figure it out, Adam. Everything regarding this, and everything afterwards”

               He then took a breath before continuing, “I wish I knew how to help you more”

               You’ve helped me more then you could ever know.

               “You do help”, he said simply, never taking his eyes off Thea, watching closely the gentle rise and fall of her chest, hoping that he would not have to see it stop.

               Before he could say anything else, he saw Nate running up to the both of them.

               “Mason told me what happened”, he said breathlessly, and then he looked down at Thea, and back at Adam, “Are you okay?”

               “Why wouldn’t I be?”, he almost scoffed out, seeming like a ridiculous question to him given Thea the way the she was.

               “We need to get her to the Agency”, he said, ignoring the harshness of his original statement, “You need to move”

               And even though walking felt like he was walking through cement, he got up anyway, taking Thea up with him, her almost seeming to weigh nothing at all, and he gently tried to keep her head leaning against his chest and not flopping to the other side away from him.

               Nate gave him a nod, and he started making his way back, his steps quickening as he did so, and he quickened his own in response, Felix close behind the both of them.

               It did take the group of them long to catch up with Mason, who was standing next to the trapper’s prisoners, and he saw the dryad that had originally came up to him and Nate perk up as they did so, asking a question to him in Greek.

               He answered back, but from the worry lines on his face, she had asked about Thea, and he could feel his chest tighten at the thought, grasping her firmer than he already was.

               “The Agency should be here soon”, Nate said in English, “You won’t have to wait long”

               I really hope we don’t.

               Mason came walking up to him, his grey eyes filled with the rare look of obvious worry.

               “Did she wake up at all?”, he asked him.

               “She did”, Adam muttered, never taking his eyes off of her, “We talked for a little bit before she passed out again”.

               “That’s a good sign, you know”, Mason said, “She’ll pull through”

               God, I hope so.

               But as he thought that, as if some true twist of fate, he heard her heartbeat get even slower, and from the look in Mason’s eyes, he had heard it to.

               Please don’t leave me behind Thea.

               He knelt back to the ground, and it was like he was unable to stay still, rocking them both, and he realized exactly what he must do.

               I made a promise to stay with her. I’m not going to breaking the last promise I could ever give her.

               I’ve already hurt her enough.

               The next few minutes were a blur for Adam, and he was not sure just how long it was. It could have been hours for all that he knew. Everyone else was watching the road for any sign of the Agency, but it was hardly what he was worried about.

               “You mean everything to me”, he choked out, and at that moment, he did not care who heard.

               You are everything.

               Everything that I’ll never be, and everything that I don’t deserve.

               “Commanding Agent”, said a voice suddenly that he did not recognize, “You need to let her go”

               “No”, he growled, almost against his will.

               I’m not leaving her.

               And if this was indeed her last moments, he was not going to let her go alone.

               I’m staying by her until the end.

               She deserves that much, for all that I’ve failed to give her.

               “Adam, you need to”, Nate’s gentle voice broke in, and he sighed, “They’ll be able to help her”

               “I’m not letting her go”, he said, barely aware of what he was even saying.

               Nate looked to the Agency paramedic, “Is there any possibly he can stay with her?”

               They shrugged, “He can”

               He felt a hand on his shoulder, and he finally relented, gently laying her down on the ground as if she was the precious thing in the world.

               Adam grabbed her limp hand, and he entwinned their fingers together, his hand almost completely covering her small one.

               “Commanding Agent”, he heard someone say again.

               He looked up, to see one of the paramedics, Thea’s locket in his hands. The locket that for as long as he had known her, was always around her neck. Adam did not know the significance of it, but he did know it was incredibly important to her

               “I think you should hang onto this”, they said, moving to place it in his free hand, and he could find no reason to argue against it.

               Adam ran his hands over it, as he had seen Thea do a million times, the metal smooth and warm to the touch. It was a piece of her, and it was almost strange to not see it where it usually was.

               It was not something that he felt like he deserved to hold on to, but he closed his hand around it anyway as the paramedic moved away.

               Please hold on for a little bit longer, Thea

               I still need you.

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