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atiny-dazzlinglight · 5 years

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Helping Hands

Paring: OT8 with a Wooyoung focus

Word count:5.5k

Category: It’s smut

Summary: It was a rare rest period in their busy schedules. The boys all took advantage of it and spent days doing the things they like and enjoy. So when everyone decided to go out one day, Wooyoung tried to relax from all the promotions with pleasure. It was going well until he opened his eyes to see San and Yunho. He wouldn’t have cared that much if there wasn’t a vibrator up his ass; pushing right on his prostate.

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“ Woo-ya, are you sure you wanna stay in the dorm?” White hair peeked out from behind the door before Hongjoong’s face was revealed. He stayed in the doorway as he put his jacket on.

Wooyoung sat up from his bunk before walking over to his leader; a sincere smile on his face.

“ Yeah, I’m just going to rest today. I was out all day yesterday, so now I wanna sleep in.” Wooyoung answered before leaning in to give a peck on his lips that the elder returned.

“ Well, call one of us if you need anything because I don’t know how long we’ll be out.”

His concerns with all of the members are what make them all love him.

“Okay hyung, now go enjoy your day off.” He gave him one last kiss before Hongjoong bid farewell and left, leaving him the only one in the dorm. Wooyoung stepped outside his and Yeosang’s room to check the other rooms and the common areas. Not a soul was around.

Perfect.

Wooyoung rushed back to his bunk and pulled the corner up to reveal a black bag; hastily dumping the contents on the bed.

A new bottle of lube and silver-colored vibrator.

A part of him knew that he shouldn’t pleasure himself like this when his hyungs and JongHo were away. With everyone always willing to experiment, we all used toys to spice up our relationship. But the catch is that we never used toys for masturbation unless it’s mutual.

Every sinful toy we own is placed in a box by Seonghwa and in stays in Seonghwa and Hongjoong’s room. If you so much as breathe on it, Seonghwa can tell and would be quick to interrogate. Even down to the sex toys, everything was properly cleaned and placed in the box in his usual tidy way.

That’s why him purchasing his own for himself would cause even more of a problem if he’s caught.

He didn’t want to burden his boyfriends on their days off because he felt like they all deserved to relax, especially after MAMA.

So he purchased the toy over their last break and kept it hidden until now.

Anxiously, he pulled his grey sweats down with his boxers. He already prepped himself in the shower he took not long ago, so he wouldn’t have to waste time. He uncapped the bottle onto his fingers and poured a generous amount. He positioned his body on his hands and knees; reaching his arm behind him to rub the ring of his ass before pushing a finger inside.

His breathing was shaky as he pumped himself before adding another, groaning at the stretch. He stretched himself until there were three fingers inside before pulling out with a sigh.

Pouring lube onto the vibrator, he pressed the cool toy at his hole until his muscles gave way and the toy sunk slowly inside. He had to bite his lip to stop the sounds from leaving his throat. He started to weakly thrust the toy inside him, enjoying the slow burn to his ass.

He arched his back into the feeling, his thrust growing stronger as he adjusted his hand to turn the toy on; a buzzing sound is heard from behind him.

“ Oh god…” Wooyoung breathed out. He began to twist his wrist at a moderate pace, all discomfort left and was replaced with the pleasure that he’s been needing for a while.

He kept missing his prostate, not wanting to make himself cum too fast so, like the tease he was, he strategically probed around it.

His mind started to wander as he thought about his other lovers. From having Yeosang underneath him, panting and begging for more until he fills him to brim with his cum to having Seonghwa pound him into the bed until he’s cross-eyed.

“ Hyungs…” He switched the vibrations two times higher and his voice went up a notch. Another reason for him wanting to be alone since he was already known for being loud and in all aspects.

The vibrator buzzed stronger and it drew closer to the spot he purposely avoided. He mentally argued with himself to see if he should get this over with or not. He doesn’t know how much time has gone by and he doesn’t know how long everyone will be gone for.

He decided he couldn’t waste any more time. He turned the up the dial once more and pressed the tip directly into his prostate and a scream nearly left his throat.

“ Oh god yes!” Wooyoung threw his hips back into the toy as his hand pressed it deeper inside him. Every time he pushed the toy inside, it would jab his prostate deliciously; drawing out beautiful moans that have gotten so loud that he couldn’t hear the main door open. His mind was completely empty besides the climax that he was trying to reach.

“ So close, so close!” Wooyoung dared to even turn the damned thing up, even more, drool slipping out of his mouth and hitting the sheets of his comforter. With his head facing the wall, he didn’t see nor hear the door of his room open and someone walk towards him.

He was so close to cumming right before a hand stopped his actions, denying his chance of release.

“ Woo-ya~, when did you get something like this?”

It was then that the pleasure cleared his brain and he realized that he was no longer alone. He turned his head to the side slowly to see the evil glint in San’s cat eyes and from across the room was a playful looking Yunho.

“ I never seen this toy before. Hyung, have you seen this?” San asked he bored his eyes into the younger, fully pulling the toy out of him. A whine leaving his throat by accident, making San’s lips curl up.

“ I haven’t seen that one before. Woo must have bought this for himself behind our backs. Am I right Woo-ya?”

San tugged Wooyoung up off the bed, the hoodie he was wearing covering his still prominent bulge as he tried to cover it with his hands. “ I didn’t want to bother you all since we were having a rest period. I didn’t want to bother you with my horniness.” The lilac haired boy explained as he looked between the both of them with pleading eyes. “ We can keep this between ourselves right?” Woo pressed his lips against his neck, trying his best to seduce himself out of trouble.

San gave this giddy laugh from the action before an arm came from behind and grabbed the hair at the nape of his neck, making the boy whine as his neck was pulled back uncomfortably.

“ Oh, my sweet little Wooyoungie. Even if I wanted to let you go, it’s too late for that. Yunho-hyung took a picture of you when you were enjoying yourself and sent it to the group chat with everyone else. You’re in trouble now.” He could hear the grin on his lips as Yunho walked over to show the short video he secretly took of himself moving back onto the toy, moaning loud and proud.

Wooyoung can feel the color leave his face as they both looked down at him.

“ It’s okay baby. You were a bit horny and you just wanted some release. But you do understand that it’s gonna be a hell of a time to get there now since you did what you did.” Yunho caressed the side of his face before he got a call on his phone. He stood up and quickly answered it.

“ Yes hyung?”

The younger knew this was bad. It’s either Seonghwa or Hongjoong on the phone and neither one of them was a good thing to hear. He was in a world of punishment now.

“ Okay hyung, I’ll do that until everyone gets here. See you soon.” He hung up before looking back at Woo. “ You’re in deep trouble Woo. I hope it was worth it.”

Yunho looked up at San, “ Bring him to the living room, while I go get a few things that they want me to get.”

“ Okay~” San released his hair as he pulled him up by his arm and pulled him into the common space. Yunho went in the opposite direction, entering Hongjoong and Seonghwa’s shared room.

“ I must admit Woo-ya,” The lilac-haired boy turned his head to meet his older lover, the white patch on his head drawing his attention before looking back into his cat-like gaze, “ It took everything in me to not pull the toy out from inside of you and pound into you myself. I was really considering it.” His lips ghosted against the column of his neck, making the younger let out a low groan. He playfully bit a spot on his neck, making him whine.

“ If it was just me that found you, then I would have let you slide, but since it wasn’t…” He traveled up and brought his mouth to his, pressing a searing kiss that swallowed any other sounds from him. Hands tangled in his hair as they fell onto the couch together, teeth slightly clanking from the impact, but it didn’t stop them.

San ground his clothed erection into Wooyoung’s and the latter arched his back into him as his hands wrapped around his shoulder. They wouldn’t have pulled apart so soon if it wasn’t for Yunho clearing his throat.

“ I can’t leave you guys alone for one minute, can I?” Yunho joked as San detached his lips from him, the boy underneath him panting hard.

“ Your resolve isn’t that strong either.” San rebuked as he pulled himself off of Wooyoung and stood next to the older.

Woo looked over at his hyung’s hands and noticed what he brought back. His eyes went wide as they quickly went back to look at his face. “ He told you to get those?”

He lifted the cock ring and a black vibrator that he knew too well. “ I was told to use these on you until everyone else gets back.” He gave a warm smile that didn’t reach his eyes as he stalked over towards him, making him feel smaller than he usually does with their size difference. But in this type of situation, he just felt intimidated.

“ Lift the front of your hoodie.”

He wasn’t asking him. He was ordering him around and his cock jumped a bit at the change of tone.

He lifted the front like he was told as he watched the older bend down in front of him, securing the cock ring around him snugly. “ Bend over on the couch and put your arms behind your back.” San physically shivered at his tone since Yunho isn’t always such a serious dom, but when he did, it was a sight to see.

Wooyoung turned around on his stomach, his face pressed against the cushion and slowly putting his arms behind him. Yunho reaches for his wrist as Wooyoung could feel the cold metal of the cuffs on his wrist.

“ You prepped yourself well, so this can slide right in.” Yunho pulled his hoodie up to his back, he spread his ass before spitting on his hole and grabbing the vibrator, slowly pressing it inside, still not wanting to hurt him despite his earlier ministrations.

Once it was fully seated, he rubbed his lower back gently. Woo could feel the toy pressed right against his prostate too, making him groan whenever his muscles flexed around it.

Yunho sat him up and moved him slowly to the floor until his legs were folded underneath him. Yunho leveled with him before he slowly brought his lips to his younger lover. Wooyoung kissed him back as he felt his large hand travel down to caress his back before making its way to the vibrator and quickly turning it on to its max.

Wooyoung’s body jolted upwards and a moan left his throat. He stared up at Yunho’s eyes, watching him pull up from his spot and standing beside San.

“ Now, you’ll have to sit there like that until everyone comes back. Just enjoy yourself a bit since that toy is the one known for hitting everyone’s prostate so good. You wanted pleasure and now you got it.” He gave a tight-lipped smile before looking at San, “ And while we wait for everyone else to get back, do you mind helping your hyung out for a bit?”

Yunho pulled San flushed against his body, the latter feeling the hard-on that’s fighting to leave his jeans as well. San looked over at Wooyoung, who looked absolutely beautiful with him trying to stop any loud moans, pleading to not leave him alone. “ Sorry Wooyoung, but I’m gonna listen to hyung this time.” He gave the boy a sympathetic look as Yunho dragged him out, ignoring the tiny whine that left the poor boy as he was now alone until everyone came back.

It took everyone a half an hour or so to come back home, no one was rather far away. Most of them waited for the others to arrive, so they all could walk inside together. After Mingi and Jongho came back, at last, they all headed up to their apartment together. Once Seonghwa unlocked the door, everyone could hear the loud whines from inside.

“ Well, he sounds needy now doesn’t he?” Mingi joked as they all piled inside, walking towards the living room to witness the pitiful form of Wooyoung.

The boy had tears down his supple cheeks, his body shook slightly from the dry orgasms he received from the still buzzing toy. Precum was completely oozing out of his cock that was aching painful hard.

“ Hyungs please…” His voice sounded so small and weak at this point.

Yunho and San came back into the room after hearing everyone else enter; San basically clinging onto the giant of a man as they walked side by side. A satisfied glint in his eyes as they got closer to them, entitling something more had happened.

“ How many dry orgasms did he have?” Seonghwa asked without tearing his eyes from the sight of Wooyoung, who was wiggling on the floor to try and adjust the toy from targeting his prostate.

“ From what we heard, he had about three of them,” Yunho answered as he went over to look at the boy.

“ Sit him up.” Hongjoong waved at Mingi and the peach haired boy walked around to sit Wooyoung back up, his legs folded under him again. His head was tilted down so Mingi used his hand to make him lock eyes with their leader.

“ You stayed home so you could break rules?” His white-haired lover asked in a tone that sounded nothing but disappointed, “ You went off and bought yourself your own personal toy to use on yourself and not tell anyone? How long did you think it was gonna take for us to notice?” Hongjoong squatted in front of him, watching him try to fight off another dry orgasm.

“ I- I didn’t want to bother anyone…” a moan interrupted his speaking before he controlled himself once more, “...everyone was relaxing and resting...so I didn’t want to burden anyone.” Wooyoung managed to finish as the toy hit his prostate once more, throwing his head back against Mingi’s shoulder.

“ So you bought a new toy for yourself?” Seonghwa interrupted as he stepped forward. “ Even if you didn’t want to burden us, that doesn’t explain the toy that you went out and bought. What a selfish slut.”

Seonghwa peered down at him with eyes that made him feel utterly small. But then, he had the nerve to make his sweet words clash with the intensity of his eyes.

“ But you know what, it’s okay. You want pleasure, then that’s what you’ll get baby boy.”

Seonghwa pulled him up onto shaky legs by the front of his hoodie for a very demanding kiss. Mind completely hazed with desire so all he could do was stand there helpless as his wrist was still bound behind his back.

Seonghwa forced his tongue inside his mouth, sending the sensation straight to his cock, pre-cum just oozing out of the heated tip.

So lost in the skillful lips of his hyung, he almost ignored the new pair of hands that removed said cuffs and were now rubbing circles on his thighs before trailing down to his supple ass. Wooyoung lips fell from Seonghwa as he turned around to see Mingi behind him still.

“ You could have asked me to help you if you were so needy.” He said as he pulled his own erection out his pants before reaching for the toy and pulling it out swiftly.

“ Ah!~” Wooyoung’s muscles clenched, wishing that the emptiness inside would disappear. It made his knees buckle as he fell to the floor, on his knees in front of Seonghwa.

Woo could feel Mingi grind his hips into him, controlling himself until he gets the word from either Hongjoong or Seonghwa.

“ Baby, you want us to help you out? Do you want to lose yourself to pleasure like you wanted?” Seonghwa teases, living for the power he had on Wooyoung’s body.

“ Please! I can’t take it much longer.” His begging made him sound pitiful and you could hear audible low groans at how subby he sounds.

Seonghwa walks over to the couch, signaling Hongjoong to sit beside him as well.

“ Wreck him.”

Without missing a beat, Mingi pushed Wooyoung’s torso down, keeping his hips in place to thrust inside him in one clean stroke. The boy nearly screamed but he was in no pain. No, he was happy to finally have something inside him that wasn’t a toy.

Mingi’s hands went to grab his waist before picking up a rhythm of strong, deep strokes. The tip of him pounding into his prostate with a different force than the previous toys couldn’t muster at all, failing in comparison.

Lost in the sensation happening to his backside, he nearly missed the conversation going on.

“ Mingi-ya lay on your back and have him on top of you. I wanna ride Wooyoungie.” San said as he quickly stripped and threw his clothes elsewhere, cat eyes staring down at him as his prey, ready to pounce down and devour.

Mingo opted to listen and pulled Wooyoung’s wrist as he leaned back until his back hit the floor, the new position impaling Wooyoung even more into his cock.

San grabbed the lube that was conveniently left by Yunho since he knew what would happen later on to Woo. He poured an ample amount onto Wooyoung’s aching cock, giving a few strokes before hovering over his body.

“ Sanie please~ I can’t have you ride me at the same time right now.” The boy begged as he watched his best friend smirk down at him while his hand steadied the base of his cock.

“ You said you wanted pleasure right? So hyungs gonna give you the most pleasure you ever received. You should be thankful.” And with that, San’s muscles gave way and he full sated himself down on Wooyoung’s cock, twitching uncontrollably from the feeling of being inside of San’s tightness.

“Oh god Sanie…” The groan that left his throat was downright slutty as he felt his whole world tip over.

“ It’s been a while since you’ve been inside me Woo-ya.” He did an experimental roll, a groan leaving them both, “ I won’t go easy on you.”

San started to rotate his hips on Wooyoung as Mingi used his strength to thrust up into him as well. Whenever Mingi pulled out a bit, San was there to catch him off guard with a squeeze that made its way to his throat with a choked sob.

“ Sanie you can do better than that now,” Hongjoong said from his left. The boy looks over to see him with his shirt and pants gone and a needy Yeosang between his legs sucking him off noisily.

Beside him, Seonghwa had both Yunho and Jongho, attacking his cock with kisses, licks and nips once or twice. When Yunho went to swallow his length, Jongho scooted down to drag his tongue on his balls; drool sliding down to his hole that Jongho boldly decided to press a finger inside.

Seonghwa hissed at the suddenness but gave no sign to tell him to stop. “ He wanted to be pleasured, so treat him right.” Seonghwa huffed as he threw his head back when his tip hit the back of Yunho’s throat, the chocolate haired boy demanding his attention back on him.

With a lighthearted laugh despite his current situation as he adjusted his legs on the sides of Wooyoung and Mingi, pressing his hands on the center of Woo’s chest before slamming his hips down; ultimately pressing Mingi deeper inside of Wooyoung due to the force that San used.

Both Mingi and Wooyoung moaned in unison as San took over the pace of the three, proving to be the demanding power bottom that he was.

“ Sanie! Sanie!” Chanting his name like a prayer, Woo’s head was thrown back in ecstasy; stomach growing tight as he felt another dry orgasm coming on as Mingi kept slamming into his prostate and San’s wall clenching tight as he drives into him.

Despite the control San has over them, he was still a whiny mess as he rode the purpled haired younger beneath him. He loved every second of watching his best friend come undone due to his antics. His hair matted on his forehead from sweat, drool starting to leave his puffy lips from previous kisses and lip biting, but the hazy look in his eyes that watched him with sin is what took him down.

Without a another word, San throws his head back with a loud moan as cum streamlined onto Wooyoung’s chest; his insides convulsing around him is what sent Wooyoung into another dry orgasm and like a chain reaction, milked Mingi of his seed with a deep groan as he filled him.

Catching his breath, San raised his hips slowly as he dismounted himself from the pile. Mingi raising his and Woo’s bodies, lifting the younger carefully to pull his softening cock out of him.

Still wrecked but needy, Wooyoung got up on shaky knees to see that while he was struggling to get up, Yeosang had positioned himself in front of him, cock in hand.

“ I hope you don’t think it’s over yet Woo-ya. You still got hyungs to please.” He delicately traces his swollen lips with his fingers before trailing up to his hair and pulling tightly at the strands, earning Yeosang a whine. “ Open up.”

Complying, Woo’s mouth slacked open and Yeosang didn’t hesitate to stuff his mouth. Wooyoung did his best to please him in his drunken state; loving the taste of Yeosang on his tongue. A taste he described as none other than Yeosangie’s own unique flavor. It was easy for that taste alone to spark a new desire to please.

So lost in Yeosang’s taste, he didn’t feel Jongho position himself at his entrance and thrusting inside with no difficulty, shocking Wooyoung at the suddenness. Trying to pull his mouth off to say something, he was quickly stopped as Yeosang decided to stuff himself deeper down his throat, almost making him gag.

“ Did I say you can pull off of me, slut?” Yeosang had a thing for belittling him and it only went straight to his cock, twitching against the cock ring.

With his hair in Yeosang’s hand and his waist in Jongho’s powerful grip, he was fucked into and belittled for who knows how long.

On the couch, Joong was making out with Seonghwa as Yunho trailed kisses up and down his neck. Pulling away from Joong, he tapped Yunho to stop.

“ You two can have fun. I will save myself into punishing our misbehaving baby.” Seonghwa told them before looking back at Joong again, “ Treat Yunho good for punishing Woo-ya until we got back.”

Joong was all but happy to comply as he crawled over, pushing Yunho’s back onto the couch. Seonghwa stood up and threw the bottle of lube to them as Yunho caught it in his hand. He passed it Hongjoong as he stared up at his leader with heated eyes as he watched him pour lube onto his cock and reaching behind him to cover his hole and quickly prep himself.

“ You did a good job at punishing Woo-ya when we weren’t here, so hyung will treat you good,” Hongjoong smirked down at him as he eased down onto Yunho’s thick length as the brown-haired boy sighed.

“ Hyung, you feel so good.” Yunho moaned as Joong raised his hips up and down his length at a moderate pace.

Seonghwa went back to the main show at hand to see how sloppy both Yeosang and Jongho’s thrust were getting. He witnessed Wooyoung’s jaw slack wide and open to let his usual shy hyung fuck his throat with no remorse. The maknae has knitted brows as he stared down, watching his cock disappear inside of Wooyoung’s hole and his ass jiggle with each thrust.

“ Hyung, your still so tight after getting fucked by Mingi-hyung. You feel so good.” Jongho panted out as you could hear Woo weakly moan around Yeosang cock that twitched against his tongue.

“ I’m gonna cum down your throat Wooyoungie. Take every drop okay?” Yeosang was just as worked up as Jongho. Wooyoung looked up at him, staring deep into Yeosang’s eyes as he managed to hollow his cheeks. Keeping eye contact with each other the whole time, Yeosang came down his throat and watched his friend of 5 years swallow it all down with no hesitation and resistance.

Pulling himself out of Woo’s mouth, the boy turned around to speak in a shaky voice. “ Jongho, cum inside me! Cum deep in your hyung okay?”

He was needy; desperate to please as he used his hands to support himself and thrust back into the youngest and clench around him, making Jongho’s nails dig into his hips.

“ Hyung wait!” He choked out, trying to pace himself so he wouldn’t cum but Wooyoung didn’t have any of it.

“ It’s okay, you did well. Treat hyung to that cum of yours. Fill me up.” Woo moaned as he made him hit his prostate once more, despite it being sensitive.

Making his hips come to a halt, Jongho gave in and added more cum inside of him. Wooyoung didn’t move as he waited for the younger to finish before moving his hips forward and sliding the maknae out of him.

Both him and Yeosang joined the pile on the floor with San and Mingi, who was cuddling in their post-orgasms haze. Seonghwa walked over to Wooyoung and knelt down beside him.

“ You’re doing so good Woo-ya,” he praised and he could see how happy it made the boy, “ Hyung will reward you for taking everyone so well.”

He lifted the boy up and placed him in the same position that Hongjoong was currently in ( which was beneath Yunho with his legs on his shoulders)

Seonghwa gently eased himself into Wooyoung’s puckered hole and they both let out a sigh.

It didn’t take long for Seonghwa to create a reasonable pace for the two that quickly had Wooyoung whining underneath him for more.

“ Hyung, I’ve been good. Please let me cum. I can’t no more.” Wooyoung practically sobbed as he felt himself getting ready to have another dry orgasm that he doesn’t want.

“ So you admit that what you did was wrong?” Seonghwa asked teasingly as a hand ghosted over his neglected cock that jumped with joy at being touched. Thumb idly running over the slit.

“ Yes! I’m sorry! I won’t do it again. Please, Hyung!” He whined as he tilted his head back to see how gone Joong was as Yunho reached the depths of him. He pulled Yunho down and his lithe body was completely hidden from him, clutching at Yunho’s broad shoulders.

“ Deeper Yunho-ah! Make hyung cum!”

Hearing Hongjoong get needy was a sight and it ripped a groan from all three of them on the large couch.

“ Convince me Woo-ya.” Seonghwa drew his attention back to him with his words and Wooyoung was desperate. He will coax him into letting him cum and will do whatever it takes for it to happen.

“ I really want to cum, so please let me cum Sir!” Wooyoung watched as the oldest eyes darkened and he heard a strained laugh from behind him.

“You’re asking for it now Woo-ya,” Hongjoong said swiftly before Wooyoung felt the cock ring release itself from his cock and thrown across the room; Seonghwa folding him over like Hongjoong to pound relentlessly into him.

“ You wanna cum, then I’ll make you cum,” Seonghwa growled as he ruthlessly thrust into Wooyoung, making the boy moan louder and high-pitched as he pummeled into the smaller boy.

It won’t take him long to cum since he was already sensitive and edged from the ring that used to be around his base.

So lost in his own pleasure, he didn’t realize that Hongjoong and Yunho had finished quite some time ago and were now watching him.

He looked up into Seonghwa’s eyes to see how intent he was watching him. He could guess how he looked right now.

Downright sinful

“ Sir, I’m gonna cum. Please let me cum.” Wooyoung begged even though he didn’t need to. Seonghwa can be cruel last minute and he would literally burst into tears if he did.

“ You can cum baby boy. Cum as much as you want.” Seonghwa told him, chasing his own orgasm. He was panting and groaning into Wooyoung’s ear and hearing how much pleasure he was bringing him was enough to send him over the edge.

With a clench, Seonghwa raised his body up in enough time to watch spurts and spurts of cum pour out Wooyoung with a scream. His toes were curled, his back was arched and his eyes rolled back into his head as everything came crashing down on him like the biggest wave. Complete and utter euphoria.

Seonghwa took the opportunity to continue to thrust as his insides convulsed and squeezed him like a vice until he came deep inside him as well, cum oozing out as he was completely stuffed.

Seonghwa stilled and waited for him to calm down before removing himself and admiring how fucked out he was. His eyes were barely open and the poor boy was even twitching from the sheer volume of his orgasm.

“ Wow, we really did a number on him this time,” San said as he crawled over to look at his lover, kissing his forehead as he murmured something.

“ I know we did. We gotta go and clean him up now before he goes to sleep.” Seonghwa said as he motioned Hongjoong to help him as the three walked off to their bathroom.

Seonghwa started the shower and was making it warm as Hongjoong went to check on Wooyoung who was dozing off on top of the toilet seat. He tapped his face gently to wake him up and he moaned while opening his legs.

“ I just wanna clean you, baby. You did so good for today.” He praises and Wooyoung gave a weak smile.

“ Bring him in the shower. I’ll wash him first and then I’ll get you next.” Seonghwa said as he slowly brought Wooyoung in the shower with him.

“ So what are you gonna do with him once it’s my turn?” Hongjoong asked, not wanting to leave him alone after all of this. He knows Wooyoung would get upset about it even if he doesn’t verbally say it.

“ Go tell Yunho that he’s taking Wooyoung to bed with him,” Seonghwa said as he took his time to clean Wooyoung.

He gently caressed him and made sure to be delicate around the erogenous zones on his body. He already dealt with enough stimulation and any more could kill the poor boy.

“ You did so well today baby. You took everyone and made hyung feel so good.” Seonghwa continued to whisper sweet nothings and plant kisses on his cheek and subtle kiss on his lips.

By the time he finished, Hongjoong came back with Yunho and Seonghwa stuck his head out from behind the curtain.

“ Can you dry him off and take him to bed?” Seonghwa looked at the brown-haired younger who looked like he was fighting sleep himself.

He nodded his head as he was passed the younger and a towel as he slowly dried him off.

Hongjoong was pulled into the shower by Seonghwa by the time Yunho slowly walked Wooyoung into his room.

He finally came down from his high and his body only had the desire to sleep. Yunho searches his drawers to at least but some boxers on him before pulling them both into his bed.

Wooyoung didn’t argue as he cuddles up into the giant teddy bear of a lover, despite him being the reason he got into this mess. His large hand rubbed the ache in his lower back and simultaneously made him more tired.

“ Sorry for getting you in trouble Wooyoung,” Yunho said and it drew a weak giggle from his sore throat. Thinking about the whole ordeal in a flash as he smiled up at him with tired yet loving eyes.

“ It was worth it.”

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SPOILERS!!!

WOW.......What A F***** Finale To End A Volume!!!! I was left surprised, shocked, sad, disappointed and ecstatic with the events that unfolded and also for the future of the RWBY series!!! I have so many theories and headcanons racking in my brain that I’m acting like a Giddy Little Troll 😆. So let’s jump right into the FINAL aftermath of Volume 8....

-(Tick-Tock Took Out The Vine) Before starting into this I want to give a shout out to CRWBY for starting out the episode with the “Warning” for the deaths that we were about to witness. I’m glad they were thoughtful for their fanbase’s wellbeing after watching this finale and hope they continue this trend of “warnings” in the future.

Now onto the first major character death of the episode......Vine 👀. I was fully expecting to see at least one of the Ace-Op members to die in the finale and I was actually quite surprised to see it only be Vine. Given the circumstances that Qrow, Vine, Elm, Marrow and Robyn were put into because of Harriet’s blind loyalty, it wouldn’t be too hard to have expected more characters to die in that situation.

Vine has always been the calm one within the team, so to see him willing to sacrifice himself to save his friends from death was a very touching moment. I was also honestly quite surprised he could used his semblance like that as well 😳. I kinda wished we had seen some more aspects of him extending his aura like that in previous episodes, but that’s just a bit of a small nit-pick of mine.

It’s also going to be interesting how this will impact the rest of the Ace-Op members going forward, especially Harriet. This will no doubt cause some inner turmoil for her character and only time will tell what type of effect it will hold in future dire situations .

-(Fighting For Your Beliefs) Hmmm......I’ll be honest......I was a bit disappointed with Winter and Ironwood’s fight 😓. Now I have a few reasons why I feel like this so let me explain....

1:I think the decision to make Ironwood fight with a “BFG” against Winter was a poor one. As we have seen in Volume 7 episode 11 we know that Ironwood can fight much better with his duel hand cannons. Watching him fight with a bigger weapon against a much more agile opponent didn’t feel right to me lol.

2: Having Winter win the fight using the maiden powers. Now I have no issue with Penny giving the powers to Winter, but I would have preferred if she could have found a way to defeat Ironwood without having the convenient power up. Winter is a very good fighter in her own right and I think having her defeat Ironwood with her abilities alone would mean much more before she was given the maiden powers by Penny.

3: Now I have said this before in previous posts but I would have liked it if Qrow was the one to fight Ironwood. There was indeed a bit of a build up for Qrow to fight Ironwood this volume so I do feel we were a bit blue-balled for that confrontation. Then after some time to think about it I feel the decision to make Winter be the one face Ironwood was the right one. Considering that this was the end of Atlas and that these two characters are the most associated with Atlas, made their fight against each other more fitting then leaving it up to Qrow.

The only positives I can give this fight is that it showcased more of Winter’s fighting potential and I was pleased how the animators made her fight with both Ironwood and later with Cinder. 😊

-(For Her Friends) Now onto definitely the most important part of this episode......Penny’s death. Now I’m really gonna be honest with all of you......I was not at all surprised that Penny died in the finale 😔. Ever since she gained the maiden powers she was always gonna have the “Red Flag” known as Cinder be connected to her. I more or less imagined that Penny’s powers would be taken by Cinder at some point and Penny would make some sacrificial play to save her friends while she still had her robot body. So when I witnessed her second death, as a REAL GIRL, I was shouting out “How could I be so RIGHT and so WRONG all at the same time!?” 😫

Now what has me intrigued about this second death is the part about Jaune’s involvement. I’m gonna keep my opinion about this choice from the writers neutral for now because I feel this is deeply connected to what they have already written for Volume 9. There’s is something they are planning for Jaune in the future and I want to see the whole picture of what they are drawing out before giving this either a thumbs up or a thumbs down. 😤

I have one more thing I want to bring up about this, and this is my opinion so if anyone wants to skip over this part I totally understand......so here it is. I truly believe Penny will be brought back to life in the future 🙂. When she first “died” back in volume 3 I fully believed she would be back eventually, so even if the circumstances are different this time around I am still having that same feeling that she will come back. I understand everyone else has their own feelings about what happen to Penny so I will not disapprove how everyone feels about it. It’s just how I feel about it is all 😊.....

-(The Captain Goes Down With His Ship) So.........this is the end of James Ironwood. As Atlas inevitably falls, so to does the man that represented as its symbol throughout the series and it’s aspects of strength, elitism and control.....

.......yeah I’m not buying it 😒

Something feels off if this is how he “permanently” dies..... I understand the symbolism of his “fall” parallels that of Atlas crashing down and being destroyed, but him dying doesn’t feel complete to me....

Not to mention this man has survived with half his body being destroyed in the past with what I believe to be nothing but his sheer will. So if I had to bet on anything I think he would have found a way to have survived Atlas’s crash and the flood that came afterwards....but I think he would be terribly wounded in the process....

There are also a few characters that I feel he hasn’t had a satisfying conclusion with that still needs to be addressed......Qrow, Oz and Glynda.

Also forgot to mention that apparently Arther Watts is dead too.....yeah I believe he’s not dead either 🤨. In fact I’m fully expecting Watts will survive but will be horribly burned and scarred the next time we see him. He will vow vengeance against Cinder and will stop at nothing to obtain his revenge on her. So it would be really lucky of him to find an unconscious and badly wounded general nearby that he could kidnap and experiment on to be his personal attack dog later to kill Cinder 🤔......wouldn’t that be a something to see lol

I’ll gladly wear some clown shoes and makeup in believing that we will be seeing both Ironwood and Watts again in the future, and if I’m wrong then I’ll gladly accept that L from everybody.....till then see you again next time general Ironwood and Arther Watts 🤗

-(Volume 9 and The Future Of RWBY) Alright! There is a couple of reasons why this post has taken me three weeks for me to write 😓.

First reason obviously is because of my job 😭. Some things have been happening at my work that has been stressing me out for weeks and honestly it’s been exhausting to even write anything....

Second reason is that over the course of the past few weeks after the finale aired I have been non-stop thinking of several headcannons, theories and speculations on what may happen in volume 9 and future volumes of RWBY 😆!! Don’t believe me? Here is some of the crazy s*** that came out of my head lol

-Team RWBY, Jaune and Neo meet the God Of Darkness

-The God Of Darkness gives Team RWBY power ups and new outfits to fight against Salem. Also gives Neo the ability to speak.

-Oscar vs Raven

-Salem sends Cinder to Vale to search for the Crown of Choice......but not alone. She gives Cinder 4 more experimental S.E.W Grimm to aid her and one of them happens to be Summer Rose.

-Horribly burned and scarred Watts kidnaps a wounded Ironwood and experiments on his body to change him into a complete cyborg with one objective......kill Cinder.

Believe me I have more context for each of those that I just addressed but that’s for separate posts that I hope to make in the future lol 🤗

Well that’s about all I got for that finale review and I literally cannot wait to see what happens next 😤 lol. I hope to engage with some of you in the fandom in the future and hope we get along 😎

Till next time........BUH-BYE!!!!

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gee, thanks, karen [peter parker]

a repost, originally posted in my former writing blog

relationship: peter parker x stark!reader

warnings: swearing, none; mistakes here or there

request (anon): hello!! how about hoco stark!reader x peter where he goes to her lab and asks for her help to fix the suit bc karen isn’t working well lately and while they low key flirt and fix the suit, she puts on the mask to check everything and karen starts telling her how much peter likes her, and she dies inside bc she likes him too and they kiss? maybe ending with irondad or bucky interrupting and they are like :o

notes: i was going to use the other character in the end but i realized continuity wouldn’t make sense but then i was like fuck that, but I finished it already anyways…second out of the two peter parker x reader fics, it’ll be awhile before i agree to make them again

summary: karen’s broken and peter asks y/n stark for help

You were quietly working in your lab, humming every now and then to a tune that would pop into your head every so and so.

You thanked your father for giving you your own lab in the Avengers compound. There were cameras everywhere on your floor and you knew that he would be watching your every move when he could. Sometimes, you would wave at one camera when you knew he was in the control room. It would never fail to make you giggle, and Tony would always comment that you are such a silly little girl for laughing at your own antics.

Sometimes, some of the team members would come over and ask for your help if Tony was busy. Or they were too lazy to think of solutions on their own. But hey, who’s complaining about helping them?

They would need help with their gadgets, sometimes for work or fighting, most of the time for their everyday use, like their cellphones and laptops, tablets and watches. You don’t mind. In fact, you enjoy it. It makes you feel useful in this compound filled with superheroes.

Your favorite to help out was Peter Parker. He was also a genius with technology, but sometimes he needed a hand with his suit and weapons. You loved helping him out with his webshooters since there were so many possibilities for it. You were even the one who helped your father create his current suit with the Karen interface.

And although Peter turned down the calling of being an Avenger, he would still come over from time to time, and you noticed it’s mostly just to talk to you.

That thought made you smile. You stuck out your tongue and giggled a little in giddiness.

You continued to type in some data in the paper you were writing on. As much as you loved the technology of your father, you still loved the old fashioned pen and paper. It was easier to overlay if needed. You wanted to see all the possible choices before you typed it in the database.

But you thought of Peter again and that tickled your body. “Oh, come on. He isn’t over Liz Allan yet, you silly. He’s still hungover, he can’t be into me that quick. Can he?” But you shake your head.

You’re pretty good at telling if someone liked someone, except of course, when it came to you. But you pretend you do anyway. You have yet to be proven wrong. You smile and nod your head slowly, twirling the pen in your hand with your fingers. “Looks like you’ve got your groove on, y/n Stark.”

“What was that?”

You turned around, surprised to see your father standing behind you. A device in hand and a hologram sticking out. “Hi, Dad.”

“You’ve got your what on, y/n?”

You giggled nervously. “Nothing. It’s nothing, Dad. I was just talking to myself.”

“No, I wanna hear what you said. You’ve got your what on, y/n Stark?”

You sighed in defeat. “My groove,” you said softly.

“I can’t hear you.”

“My groove,” you repeated louder.

“Your groove, huh?” Tony nodded his head. “Well, you know what you should have, y/n? Your homework.”

“Dad,” you whined. “I’ll do that later. I’m in the middle of a discovery here.”

“Oh really? What is it? The end of homework.”

You raised your pen in the air. “That will be my project!”

Tony rolled his eyes. “Okay, whatever. Just hurry so you can finish your homework. It’s a school day tomorrow, y/n. Remember that.”

You smiled sweetly. “Yes, Daddy.”

Tony left the room, leaving you alone.

You turned back to your paper and grit your teeth. So you lied about making a discovery. You were simply testing out some different designs for a suit you wanted to wear. It was very similar to the technology of your father’s but it had no name yet, you didn’t know what to call it, not even a working name.

You sit on the stool and tap the pen on the paper. “If I do this…then this happens, which, of course, I can’t let that happen. So I have to do this…but I have yet to figure out how this one works for it to be able to do that.” You sighed in frustration. “Okay, but if this does happen, which leads to this, then perhaps, just perhaps, it will reach my goal.”

You spin the chair around a few times until you get dizzy. “But we can’t say anything precise with just ‘perhaps’ can we? Oh, y/n, you gotta try a bit harder if you wanna reach the Tony Stark level.”

Finally, after about an hour, you decided that you’ve had enough. You shut down your lab and head to your room to do some homework. “See you tomorrow,” you said with a yawn. “To new discoveries!” You raise your balled fist in the air.

You’re in the middle of a math problem when someone knocks on your door. You groan, you like math and you were getting the answer to this certain number.

“Come in!” you called out, not bothering to look at the door. It was probably just your dad and you wanted him to see you concentrating.

“Hey, y/n.”

You looked up at the young voice. It was Peter Parker and he was holding his Spider-man mask in his hand. “Oh, Peter. I wasn’t expecting you.”

“When am I ever expected?” he snickered.

You smiled and laughed a little. “True.”

“Am I disturbing you?” he asked. He gestured toward your table and smiled. “You look like you’re doing some homework.”

“It’s no problem,” you said with a shrug. “It’s just math.”

“Which you absolutely love,” he responded with a cheery tone. He knew that was something you two had in common. “You hate it when you’re being interrupted when you do your math problems.”

You squint one eye. “That is true, too.” You looked at him for awhile before he raised his eyebrows. “Will you just let me finish this one math problem. I’m almost done, I swear. I just need a few digits to write. Sit.”

He laughed and nodded as he sat on the other chair. “There’s no need to explain, y/n. I’m the intruder and I interrupted you during your favorite subject. Go on, go on. Take as much time as you need.”

You smiled and half-jokingly said, “You say that and I’ll finish the whole homework.” Then you continued answering the number. After you’ve secretly finished answering one more number, you turned back to him and grinned. “Done! Now what did you want to talk about?”

“There’s something wrong with Karen,” he replied, holding up his mask.

“Oh no!” You exclaim, standing up and grabbing his mask. “Not Karen! What did you do, Peter Parker?”

He laughed nervously. “I may have fallen flat on my face.”

You looked at him immediately. Now that he mentioned it, his nose was a bit broken and he had a cut on his lip and some scratches along his face. “Are you okay?” you ask, although you know that it’s too late to ask that now. “Have you gone to the clinic?”

“I can’t go to my school’s infirmary or the hospital and mobile clinics,” he chuckled, “without being asked what had happened.”

“Why don’t you go to the one downstairs?”

He shrugged. “Can we fix Karen first?”

You sighed. “Okay, sure. Come on.”

The two of you left your room and walked over to your lab.

You tinker with the technology your father put in but you also recognize some of the pieces you’ve planted in the interface.

Peter did everything he could to help, in fact, there were moments wherein his mind thought of the better solutions. You weren’t undermining his brains, no, of course not, but you were also thinking of your own pride, you did put some of the tidbits that was the reason as to why Karen had come to life.

“You’re really good at this,” Peter said.

“Only because I want to impress you,” you replied. “You’re not so bad yourself, Mr. Parker.”

“Only because a pretty girl is with me.”

You look at him with a smirk playing in your lips. “So how’s Liz Allan holding up?”

He shrugged. “I don’t know. I think she hates me.”

“I would hate you, too. You know, if you told me you needed a rain check for our homecoming date when we’re in the homecoming dance.”

“Aw come on, I’d never do that to you, y/n. I like you.”

You laughed. “And I like you, too.” You shake your head. “Go to the clinic, Mr. Parker. We’re almost done with Karen.”

He sighed and patted his mask. “See you, girl.”

You snickered.

After a few minutes, you think Karen is doing okay. So you do the thing everyone would do to test it out, you wear the mask.

“Hello, y/n.”

“Oh, hello, Karen. I didn’t know you still remembered me.”

“I will always remember you, y/n. Peter thinks very highly of you.”

“He does?” you gasped.

“Yes. He would constantly talk about you, asking me if you’re okay. I would watch him talking to himself in the mirror, practicing how to ask you out. He likes you very much, y/n. And based on your facial reaction and heatwave, I can tell you like him, too.”

“Y/n!”

You unmasked yourself and see Peter with a red face. “I can explain,” you both said at the same time. “I like you!” Again, in unison.

Peter rushed towards you to give you a kiss. “I know Karen said I’ve been practicing,” he said against your lips, “please don’t watch those. Those are really embarrassing.”

“Your nose is still broken,” is all you can say, murmuring.

“I’ll go later,” he said.

You giggle. “There are cameras, we’ll get cau–”

“What is going on here?” Tony’s voice boomed.

“Oops,” you both say, a goofy smile on your faces.

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atsukashii · 4 years

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Congrats on 1k! 6 and 14 with Bakugou fluff, please?

#6 #14 // k. bakugou

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a/n: felt like doing a college au to this, so I hope ya don’t mind! x

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# 14 → “Wanna get out of here?”

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How you ended up on the couch in a frat house, squished between two guys arguing over the theory of aliens, you have no idea

One second, you had been at a party, having fun, and the next you were in the basement hanging out with a bunch of people you had never met. Currently squished between two frat guys belonging to the house, who had introduced themselves and Kirishima and Kaminari, and albeit, though they were the nicest frat guys you’d met thus far if you had to listen to another second of them arguing over the possibilities of other life in the universe, your head would explode.

“Bro I’m telling you, it’s all in your head! Aliens are real and the government is just covering them up.” Kaminari explained, his hands flying over your head in exaggeration. Okay, you need to get out of here and fast.

“Oi losers!” The deep words came to you like a saving grace and the boys either side of you stopped talking, turning their necks to look at the figure standing behind the couch. “If you’re going to argue about aliens and shit, do it another time and stop talking over the damned girl.” You feel yourself instantly blush as Kaminari instantly begins rambling about how education on such matters is important blah blah blah. But you just ignore him and look over the back of the couch, only just managing to remember how to breathe as your eyes settle on a familiar face.

Katsuki bakugou has been in one of your classes this semester. You’d been forced to originally sit next to each other in your first class, but then just continued to do so as you two became somewhat friends. Then somehow along the way you fell off the deep end into the major feels pool and found yourself often thinking about his perfectly chiseled face and his intense vermillion eyes. And now he was stood before you - or well behind you really, with an unamused expression as he half-listened to his friend.

Raising his red plastic cup to his lips, he levels a glare at Kaminari. “I don’t care, take your shit fest elsewhere,” Bakugou says before turning his eyes to you.

“Wanna get out of here?” Instantly you get up and let out a laugh as Kaminari and Kirishima whine.

“I’ll be back later! Keep that seat for me,” you say smiling before turning around and walking outside after Katsuki. You let out a sigh as the cold air hits you and instantly am thankful that you wore a sweater. Looking to the ash-blond leaning up against the wall near the door, you smile.

“Thanks for the save,”

“Those two are fucking brain-numbing when they get on a roll about shit like that,” Katsuki says, taking another sip from his cup.

“Are you glad the semester is over?” You ask, purely trying to keep the conversation going. You really enjoy talking to Katsuki and the fact that he’s leaning up against the wall in dark jeans looking at you over the rim of his cup, its almost too much. For a while, he doesn’t respond but instead watches you so intensely that it has you shifting your weight from foot to foot nervously.

“What?” You finally ask, your hand instinctively coming up to wipe across your mouth in case you had something on your face. Please don’t let there be something on your face.

“Okay either you are ignoring what happened, or you honestly for some reason can’t remember,” His words shock you for a moment and you only raise an eyebrow at him.

“I have no idea what you’re talking about,” You answer, nervously wrapping your arms around your stomach.

Katsuki gets up off the wall and moves until he is inches from you. Your body doesn’t know if it wants to take a step back because of his slightly intimidating gaze, or take a step forward because he’s him and you’re so attracted to him.

“I texted you, and you never replied.” He’s glaring at you know, but you have no idea what he’s talking about. He never texted you? And how would he have even gotten your number in the first place - no if he had texted you, you would have definitely responded.

“How-”

“I got your number off the tutorial list, I don’t know why they think it’s a good idea to hand that fucking information out but-” You stop listening for a moment as it appears to you what had happened. HAlfway throughout the semester, your phone had broken and you’d had to buy a new one, and you hadn’t updated your information because you had already completed your group assessment, so didn’t feel the need. Regret crashes through you as you look at Bakugou, what the crap did I miss?

“My phone in the fourth week of class, I had to get a new one but didn’t update my information because I was lazy,” You explain, sudden;y giddy at the thought of Katsuki texting you. “What did you text me anyways?” You wag your eyebrows suggestively, and Bakugou snickers at your response.

“Doesn’t matter now,” He smirks, swishing the alcohol around in his cup.

“Um yes, it does,”

“And why is that sweetheart?”

“Because I like you a lot. SO the fact that you texted me months ago, I need to know. Please and thank you.” A weight falls off your chest at the confession, and Katsuki looks so stunned you think its probably a good idea to grab the cup now dangling dangerously loosely in his grip before it falls. But instead of falling to the ground, Katsuki all but throws it over his shoulder.

You open your mouth to ask what the actual hell he’s doing when his lips are suddenly on your own, and your mouth goes blank. Oh. My. God. You cup his cheeks as his toned arms snake around your waist, pulling you until your torso is flushed against his. You kiss until you’re panting for breath, and then more. It’s only when there’s a loud wolf whistle do you two pull apart, and you instantly hide your blush against his dark shirt.

“That’s what I texted you, but in more words,” Katsuki said grinning down at you and you let out a small laugh. You reach up for his collar and give him your own small smile as fire blazes in his eyes.

“Hmmm maybe tell me again,” You say before pulling him back down for another kiss.

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vaguely-gestures-to-the-void · 3 years

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Hindsight: My thoughts on Loki (2021)

Welcome back! Spoilers below!

I need to clarify that I watch Loki purely as an escape. I've got a biased perspective in that regard because I don’t actively try to find fault with the show, though there are definitely things I’m not so inclined to. This is more of what I noticed and think things mean and it’s something I’m doing for fun. Anyways, here's my thoughts on episode 2 my loves.

Episode 2: THE VARIANT

Pre-title scene

Miss Minutes’ monologue in the recap is different to the one last ep.

1985 Oshkosh, Wisconsin

C-20!

“Today’s guest performances” on a board. Don’t really know if it means anything tho.

The Iconic (TM) I Need A Hero scene.

Pony.

The green tent - the lair of Loki.

I know not everyone’s a fan of the lighting, but it made sense to me. They’re still in the dark about who Sylvie is.

Why does C-20 take off her helmet? For the drama?

I hope Sylvie cleaned her blade. Narnia taught me well.

The Time Samsung (I can’t remember what it’s called right now) says that the date’s 04/12/1985.

Loki’s first mission (?)

‘Volume 26’ - how many of these does Mobius have?? #giveMobiusajetski

“ONLY at your LOCAL AUTHORIZED DEALER” - subtext about the TVA being control freaks? Jet ski safety?

I googled Wake Magazine. They’re up to volume 20 from what I saw, whilst Loki is reading volume 26, so I guess that’s something

Loki and Miss Minutes lmaooo.

Behind Loki’s elbow is the taxidermy something from the last episode. Also confirms that Loki threatened Casey at Mobius’ desk lol.

The thing has an egg?? What the hell is Mobius collecting? (He’s a Harry Hart variant lmao).

There are little twitches in Miss Minnutes’ hands. That’s so cool!

The egg timer’s a nice easter egg (I’m a comedian).

Mobius! B-15! :)

Is it just me or do the minutemen look similar, but not exactly the same. Makes sense if they’re variants.

I just realised the lights are built into the ceiling. Whoops.

What’s Mobius’ favourite?

Couple of things:

The racks full of identical uniforms/ones just hung up on doors.

The music has started to pick up the pace, but not in the way we see later on in the episode.

There’s a sign saying ‘FARE THEE WELL’ on it. Google tells me that it’s ‘used to express good wishes on parting’. Dang that was some good foreshadowing!

The person that looks like Agatha is still present.

I wonder whether it was supposed to be colder or whether the weather was just like that when they filmed.

The pony’s still around.

I think B-15 certainty that “a Loki couldn’t have gotten the jump of C-20” comes from her experience with them. She constantly tries to make it clear that because she’s not a variant, she’d know Loki better than he would, which (personally) makes the revelation that she’s a variant feel more devastating.

Again with the lighting, they’re still in partial darkness, constantly moving in and out of the light. Whilst what Loki says about the variant setting a trap is true, it isn’t in the context that he says it. Sylvie whoops their asses later.

The black and red-orange flags remind me of tomb markers. It’s a stretch, ik.

B-15 only has tally marks on one side of her helmet.

Mobius has fake pockets in his suit jacket. They’re the worst.

The ticking increasing in tempo as they approach red line - great for setting up tension.

I believe that Loki uses personal space like a weapon - slowly approaching them from the front, and then going behind Mobius’ back when he wants his way. It would make anyone uncomfortable, especially on a subconscious level because there’s a threat behind you.

Or maybe it’s that I have different personal space boundaries, not everyone likes being approached from behind. Loki’s movement felt intentional at least.

Getting Mobius to physically turn his way because of that might have been very subtle manipulation?

Loki looking back and forth trying to judge their reactions lol.

I liked the music in this scene, it sets up tension for Loki’s first attempt at betraying Mobius but then doesn’t completely dismiss it when it’s resolved.

Ravonna Renslayer’s office

The music here is 18 morceaux, Op. 72, No. 2. Berceuse. 18 morceaux, Op. 72: No. 2, Berceuse (Arr. For Theremin and piano) by Clara Rockmore for anyone that’s curious. I found out through Natalie Holt’s Twitter (I think).

The score is, and always will be, perfection.

Mobius’ small talk amuses me.

“Why do you get to keep all the trophies from my cases in here, you don’t think I’d love having that roller skate?” Mobius, what about the thing on the shelf behind your desk????

Ravonna seems like she’s answered these questions before, but she has a fondness for him that makes me think they’re good friends.

Also does Ravonna have multiple complete collections of the Encyclopaedia Britannica in her office? What are those books??

“I hope it’s a double.” Me too Mobius, me too (drink responsibly).

I don’t get how people think Mobius doesn’t remember leaving the stains. It sounded like Ravonna was chiding him for a bad habit and Mobius just made up a remark, not confusion.

Although he does place the cup at a different spot to the rings.

The ship flying past in the windows is a wonderful detail.

“The variant likes to stall for time.” It's very satisfying to me how everything stays relevant. Every detail advances the plot/contributes to it.

“Look, I know you have a soft spot for broken things.”

“I don’t think so-”

“Yes you do.”

Both Mobius and Ravonna only look at the middle figure when referring to the time Keepers. Either the other two are side-lined or don’t contribute at all.

“I’ll delete him myself.” At this point in time, I think Mobius is serious. As the episode progresses, his status may have changed, especially after the Jet Ski philosophy session.

Ravonna’s sash on the peg reminds me of the ones the people talking to Casey were wearing in episode 1.

Man those doors are so cool.

Peak sitting outside the principal’s office energy.

Mobius whistles at Loki as opposed to talking to him like he does later.

Any screen shot from the following scene is pristine chaotic disaster bi Loki energy featuring tired-of-your-tomfoolery Mobius.

“Isn’t that precisely why I’m here?” This marked a change in Loki to me. Up until that point, he’d tried to use what he’d known, who he’d been by scheming his way to the Time Keepers. By admitting he wasn’t sure of his purpose, we’re back with the person at the end of the last episode. It’s very Loki to try all avenues to get what he wants, and after having his world turned upside-down a few times in a short period, maybe he just wanted the familiarity of his old tricks, who he thinks he is.

Loki tensing up and then trying to assert control again reaffirms what I just said.

Man, give Mobius a holiday after all of this. Loki really tested him, huh?

Loki definitely likes validation on some level.

TVA archives (a.k.a the Salad Scene)

I can’t believe that place really exists. The looks combined with the music are just *chef kisses*.

I’m not sure if I’m thinking of the right progression, but the music reminds me of a plagal cadence. Google examples and play it side-by-side, you’ll get what I mean, maybe someone knows what it really is?

On either side of the elevators near the Time Keeper statues are the signs TVA archives.

The symmetry pleases my goblin brain.

I believe the entire show was just flexing the skills of the Loki crew and I couldn’t be happier.

“Pretend your life depends on it. I’m gonna get a snack.” This was so funny in the trailers but Mobius is dead serious (delete him myself comment). And he couldn’t even enjoy his salad.

Love that the end of credits takes from some of the scenes in episode 2.

The archivist has neat glasses.

I want some TVA stationary y’all.

It’s that moment fam.

I can’t be the only one curious by the ‘DISPLACED by 000:000:002:162’. Is that in Units? It would explain why the time line looks slightly bendy whenever we see it, especially if Apocalypses are so frequent.

IT’S THE SALAD LADS!

Mobius is reading the magazine that Loki was looking at earlier. Jet skis are Mobius’ comfort character.

“Don’t set fire to the palace.”

Tom Hiddleston has so much energy, he can move so fast.

“Oh God.” - Mobius, Null Time Zone

“YOU.” - Casey, Null Time Zone

Casey!

No thoughts, head empty, the Salad (TM).

But seriously, people only seem to be at their tables with others that work in a similar section. Not hunters and analysts eating in tandem to me, folks.

Oh Casey. Please don’t hurt him.

Aw, Mobius’ little giggle warmed my heart. Owen Wilson’s giving me whiplash with Mobius. My heart can’t take this y’all.

79 AD Pompeii, Italy

They’re both so giddy, Your Honour, I love them.

Mobius snuck them out lol.

“Bird noises?”

“BE FREE MY HORNED FRIENDS, BE FREE!” The post wouldn’t be complete without this.

Loki just throwing food at people and telling them “...enjoy your last meal while you can” is top tier comedy to me.

This is the first time we see Loki openly say nothing matters. I feel like the case file on the destruction of Asgard really pushed him to treat fate as unchangeable.

LXXIX is 79. Nice one Loki crew!

Mobius’ eye twitching as he checks the variance is a nice touch.

Loki throws away the stick that was holding the goat pen closed at the end.

TVA Archives, TVA cafeteria

Mobius picked up those files so smoothly I had to re-watch it.

Their position reflected what they were talking about - when Loki thinks it’s his individual contribution, he’s walking separately to Mobius, but they meet up when working together. I loved the blocking in that little moment.

I seriously thought that Loki was unconscious when I first saw him asleep around Mobius. I’ll admit it, it felt out-of-character for someone with such bad trust issues. Both of them seem pretty tired tho.

It’s the Jet Ski conversation comrades!

I’m beaming. Mobius talking about Jet Skis was the only time I’ve really remembered it’s Owen Wilson talking. It’s such a fun line to think about!

Loki’s smile. Adorable.

Just go watch the scene, it’ll give you good brain juices.

Mobius does it all for the Jet Skis and nothing else. I don’t make the rules, the Time Keepers do.

“My own glorious purpose.” This is a recurring theme in the season. Ultimately, I think that Loki is going to run for as long as it brings in money/until Loki gets killed again. However, I do like to think that in following seasons we’ll move beyond setting up Phase 4 Marvel stuff and just get deep dives into Loki’s character, though it may happen in the later eps or not be as interesting. Part of what made this show so interesting is the new setting in the Marvel universe but it’s hard to make predictions as to whether it will last in a show featuring the God of Mischief. Whatever happens, I’m happy that we got to see Loki’s existential crisis together, lads.

The music picks up, signalling that this quiet moment is about to end.

“No one bad is ever truly bad. And no one good is every truly good.”

“Scared little boy.”

These lines mean a lot to me. Loki perceives Mobius as an equal, similar to himself but not completely identical. The TVA’s whole aesthetic is Kafkaesque (Disney+ used that word), the imperfections keeping the place from looking mechanical and orderly like what the TVA promotes itself to be. Loki wants Mobius to acknowledge it, but Mobius is in the past, not addressing what’s right in front of him, surrounding him. That’s probably because Mobius doesn’t believe, he accepts what he’s been told though Loki wants to change that. He’s still focused on his job, the variant. I don’t think Mobius will struggle against change in the ‘belief’ part as long as things are rational.

Kate Herron (director) said that the Kablooie scene was improv which makes me wish we had more B roll of Owen and Tom. They seem so professional, invested and fun on set.

“No wonder you’re so bitter.” I’m sorry Mobius you sound as salty as your salad.

‘Artificially flavoured chewing gum’ Has something happened causing artificial flavouring to be preferred?

‘Blue’ has canonically changed to ‘Bloo’ by 2050 in America in the MCU. I blame capitalism.

Why does Mobius look so tiny? I say that like Owen Wilson wouldn’t look like a giant next to me lol.

Owen Wilson is 3.5 inches (9 centimetres) shorter than Tom Hiddleston. Yet he is dwarfed as Mobius. I need to stop talking about this and move on.

There’s no ‘variance energy detected’ line in the report.

“You’re gonna take my job if I’m not careful.” Loki looks so chuffed.

One day, I’ll properly address my thoughts on the shipping. Until then, I just want no one to die.

“Yeah, he’s doing great.” Mobius is so hyped. Good for him.

Owen Wilson has dimples.

Ravonna’s screen doesn’t show the timeline like it does later.

Ravonna is the done mom friend. Sane, undeserving of this, please give her a jet ski moment.

Buckle up folks because the last twenty minutes of this episode are my favourite so far.

At 34 minutes in, we get the music fading in with “Okay. But Mobius...” and a transition to my favourite composition so far. Natalie Holt outdid herself. The soundtrack is nearly constant, there’s no break for a moment of clarity anymore. The progression of events is inevitable, tying the bow on a plot line created in an hour and a half. The little embellishment from the strings (possibly) as Mobius and Loki exit is perfect. Combined with Loki’s raised fist leading to a pan to the ceiling, it prepared the audience for everything being turned upside down.

The changing camera angles and shot lengths (the continuous shot when B-15 takes the knives, the circling behind as the briefing occurs) keep viewers on their toes. The continuous shot is fluid, B-15 doesn’t look at Loki or Mobius, her reaction is natural and that just proves that the timing on that scene was impeccable. The circling behind reminded me of Loki positioning himself behind Mobius as he did earlier, but now he’s on the same side, part of the team though he continues to distinguish between himself and the variant. The building sensation that change is coming is met by the incredible swell in the music as we watch the picturesque Haven Hills get destroyed by modern technology and face the terrifying reality that is the Roxxcart store. There’s a close up on the Roxxcart storefront with school buses with the words ‘Evacuation shuttle’ in the background as we see the TVA’s minutemen come out reinforcing that even when the end is nigh, large corporations will loom over. A storm is raging with worse to come. I can go on and on, but you get the point.

2050 Roxxcart Disaster

I love that y’all are calling this the Alabama supermarket breakup. Makes me chuckle, that’s for sure.

I too hate when people can hear my footsteps. Someone that gets the struggle.

Sylvie places the TVA Samsung over a Roxxcart Security manual. She’s overridden both and is in control.

The date is 03/15/2050.

I think that the way the Hunters and minutemen hold their baton things is so that they don’t get yeeted. Neat.

As always, the beats are slick yo.

I hope the Azaleas guy gets some Azaleas wherever he ended up.

I love the way Loki says “In this storm.” It’s so satisfying for no real reason.

The wonderful Wunmi Mosaku does not get the recognition she deserves for this scene. She switched from B-15 to Sylvie so effortlessly. They’re two distinct characters, her facial expressions, body language everything changed in that instant. Even from the one line, “No, they usually survive,” her delivery had changed in a way that was noticeable. It’s uncanny, exactly what was needed when facing a foe that remained unseen. And the smile? It’s before we know the variant as Sylvie, so naturally it’s that signature Loki smile with a hint of malice we associate with the variant. Damn y’all, Wunmi’s incredible! I really hope she’s recognised for being so talented in this series, if not in all her other work!

Mobius really cares about those people. I really want his redemption (?) arc.

It’s been pointed out that even in those conditions, Roxxcart were selling blankets and water. I think it means that by 2050, cash would be defunct. If only electronic payment existed, as long as there’s electricity they can run a business. Chew on that.

If the man they speak to is 50 to 60, he was a 90s kid.

There must be a difference in the reprogramming or kind of variant selected to be a hunter as compared to an analyst. The Hunters look after their own, but the analysts (or Mobius) go as far as empathising with variants.

C-20 is sitting in front of safety standards.

“A bit amateurish.” Loki knows that the variant isn’t as skilled with magic as he is.

As Loki and the possessed people walk, the lighting becomes brighter. He’s moving out of the shadows.

Me too Loki, I’m worried about B-15 too.

Sylvie unironically saying bless is hilarious.

Randy must be hella tall.

There’s a low angle shot as Loki and Randy face off with the flickering light above with a sign hanging above them like a sword of Damocles and a physical separation. Terror is nearly constant in Loki's life now, but he responds by letting go of his drive to survive.

The subtle swells in the music just add to my rising blood pressure.

C-20’s voice over is sad lads.

“I wanna go home,” we know she’s not referring to the TVA.

Mobius seems like a caring person.

When B-15 sits up and searches the room, I think it’s her realisation. Her shiver was from fear and shock, the music wasn’t about her not seeing Loki, it was about the TVA and what had happened to her.

The head snap and the score timing matching. So satisfying.

“I would never treat me like this. Hi.” I think that’s Loki realising that his foe is not willing to talk their way through conflict.

This fight scene contradicts all the magic we see later ik, but if he didn’t want to hurt anyone and was trying to draw out the real enemy it made sense.

Some of Sylvie’s powers must come into the people she possesses. The guy punched a glass screen and didn’t even bleed.

“I have shit to do.” Sylvie wasn’t raised with court etiquette (from what we know) and her lexical choice reflects that.

Dell computers survive into 2050 in the MCU. So do those robot dogs and Roombas. I am only happy about the Roombas. Where did the real dogs go? :(

“Mobius.”

“Where is he?”

“I lost him.”

“What happened?”

“I...”

Until now, B-15’s delivery has felt slightly rhythmic, like she was used to having the same arguments, particularly with Mobius. When she trails off however, I think it’s her trying to rationalise what she’s been through with Sylvie’s possession. Her devotion to the TVA was rooted in the fact that she wasn’t a variant, her life had a purpose and it was intentional. This must have rocked her, I’m invested in where she’ll go.

THE CUT TO BLACK OH GOOD GOSH.

Sylvie, my queen. I’d roll off a cliff for her.

The person with the moustache (you know the one) has pure fear on his face.

Ravonna knows what’s up.

And so do you, yes it’s the music, go listen to it.

THE RED LIGHTING

The zoom out to that incredible hallway shot and then stopping behind the time door. It was never about him after all, he was in the background of her plans.

Sylvie’s wave in Roxxcart vs. Loki’s on the train. Discuss.

The blackout, thunder and Loki’s pause under the flickering red and white light, do y’all really want me to talk about the s y m b o l i s m????

He’s conflicted, you know it, I know it, Mobius knows it.

Speaking of Mobius, there he is, we cut back to Loki and see him make his decision, zooming back in on him.

And with that final flourish in the score, we are done with episode 2!

Cue the most amazing end credits score you’ll ever hear.

Do yourself a favour, listen to all of it, including the part after the main credits, both are Works. Of. Art.

Ep 2 review

In case you didn’t notice, this is my favourite episode so far. There are parts I didn’t take to as much, but details from the previous episode being used in the plot as well as others being explained by Sylvie in episode 3. Rewatching it was easier than episode 1 though it left me wanting more. It will get more interesting from here, but until then, that was a fun romp.

See y'all next time. I hope whoever's reading this has a wonderful day!

Part 1, Episode 1 extend review link:

#spoilers #loki review #Loki spoilers #my respect for people that write scripts/analysis of any kind has increased immensely.#opinion #things i've noticed #sorry if they're not original #b-15 deserves love #the analysts (mobius) the hunters the minutemen casey every one of them deserves love #here's to everyone who worked so hard and put so much into this series #WUNMI MOSAKU IS AMAZING #I love Ravonna #It's great

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Whumptober Day 10: Alt. Prompt: Water

@whumptober2020

Here’s another excerpt from my novel that I’ve been working on all morning. This comes much later than anything else I’ve posted so far, so bear with me. Lena is a scientist (self insert) who’s crashed on their magical island and befriends James.

Summary: James has been rescued and is having a bad time in fever delirium and panicking. His dad (Peter), Lena, and his dog (Delilah), help him through.

CW: Referenced torture, referenced drowning, referenced psychological abuse, aftermath of torture, injuries, fever, broken bones.

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Lena grunted and pulled at her arm, throwing almost her entire weight into it.

Delilah snarled in response and yanked back.

Lena got her feet out from under her and shoved them into Delilah’s behind. She knew it didn’t hurt her, and she used her placement as leverage to pull Delilah forward. She let out the most un-lady like grunt she’d ever made as she pulled.

Delilah snarled harder and Lena felt her straining.

“I know you’re playing but this is getting ridiculous,” Peter commented.

“Nah…” Lena panted. “We’re just funnin’ around.”

The game was simple. Delilah bit down on Lena’s forearm, holding it in her mouth. It was tight enough that Lena couldn’t get her arm out but not enough to break skin. It wasn’t entirely pleasant, but it wasn’t for Delilah either. If Lena could get her arm out, she won. If she tapped out or their attention got called elsewhere, Delilah won.

This time Lena gave her arm a wide swing, attempting to knock Delilah off her feet. Delilah went with the motion and Lena used her legs to try and hold her down.

Lena was laughing like a giddy maniac and Delilah was snarling and foaming at the mouth. But her tail was wagging and her eyes were sparkling with joy. She understood how it could look like she was being mauled to an on-looker. Delilah did too which was half the fun.

Lena grunted again, letting out more of a primal yell as she finally knocked Delilah off balance. But Delilah held on tight even as she went down.

The next yell wasn’t by either of them though.

It was James.

Delilah immediately released her hold on Lena and they both scrambled to their feet and over to James.

Peter was already there, trying to soothe him with gentle words.

James was unresponsive, muttering to himself and letting out little whimpers and cries of pain.

“Julie, please, Julie…” Lena caught.

James writhed underneath the blanket.

“Dad, please don’t leave me,” He screamed.

“I’m right here. I’m right here, pumpkin,” Peter cooed. “I’m not going anywhere. It’s okay. You’re safe now.”

Delilah curled up next to him and let out a whine of distress.

“What is it, girl?”

Delilah put her paw on James’s forehead.

Lena understood and copied Delilah’s motion.

“He’s burning up!”

James, in whatever fever dream he was in, did not like the touch. He wailed and tried to throw her off.

Now that she was leaning over him, she felt the heat radiating off him.

“Peter, draw a bath, we need to cool him down.”

“How cold?”

“Just cool. Ice cold would be dangerous.”

“Sure thing.”

Peter ran into the bathroom.

Delilah howled. It sounded like a wolf summoning her pack at a full moon but was heavy with fear and concern. She rubbed her snout against James’s cheek. He turned his head away, and Lena could feel Delilah’s distress.

Lena began hurriedly pulling off bandages, looking to see if any wounds had festered or if any of the infections had gotten worse.

Delilah tried to help. Lena had her hold James up while she undid the bandages around his chest.

She left the splints on. It was a tough decision, letting the bandages get wet and soggy or risk moving a limb. Soggy bandages could be fixed much easier. She also left his shorts. He would be mortified if they removed them for something as simple as a bath. Not when they had other pairs at the ready.

Peter and Lena were done at about the same time. Peter wrapped his arm around James’s shoulders and the other under his legs and easily lifted him.

James fought against the hold, thrashing against Peter so hard that Peter nearly dropped him.

“It’s okay, it’s okay, it’s okay,” Peter chanted, but knew James wasn’t hearing them.

Peter lowered James into the tub, keeping his arms out over the lip to preserve the bandages on his hands.

The water must have hurt, but it was impossible to tell if it was enough to arouse James or not. He shrieked again, and flailed his limbs, hitting against Peter and Lena. The two of them had to hold him in the tub. Peter tried to talk over James’s crying and soothe him, but he was clearly elsewhere.

James eventually gave into them. She was horrified that it wasn’t because he understood where he was and what was happening, but rather some other reason that fed into his nightmare. He was mumbling to himself again, and Lena couldn’t make out what he was saying.

Lena rested his head on the lip so his face was upturned and gently scooped water onto his forehead. She made sure it dribbled into his hair, not onto his face. He stiffened at each pass of water. Peter kept his hands on James’s shoulders as a precaution.

She could still feel the unease of the universe. It was thriving off his fear and pain. Was she supposed to save him from drowning in the basement, or from something else?

What she did know what that caring for him felt natural, as if they’d been friends for years. When he was lucid, he was easy to talk to, and she felt closer to him than to anyone she’d met at King’s. He was so vulnerable, and it amazed her that he was able to connect with her through his ordeal.

He really was amazing, and it was a shame he didn’t see it.

After a few minutes of sitting in the cool water, James came to.

His eyes fluttered open. He gasped and tried to clamber out of the tub. He splashed water in his face which made him recoil and clamp his mouth closed.

“James, it’s okay. It’s okay. Easy now. You’re home, pumpkin.” Peter said in the gentlest tone possible. Lena heard the undercurrent of urgency though.

“I’m home?” He asked, looking around the room.

“Yes, James. You’re safe at home. We’re in the water because you have a nasty fever. You were delirious.”

“Where…where’s Julie?”

“She’s not here. She’s not here, sport.”

“Julie?” He asked looking up at Lena, arching his neck bath further.

“No Julie here. Just me. Just Lena.”

“Lena!”

“Right here. I’m not going anywhere.”

James moaned and closed his eyes.

She knew what this meant by now. He thought he was hallucinating or dreaming and it made her heart very heavy.

“Are you still confused, James?” Lena asked.

He nodded slowly. Peter had tried to assure him, but said too many things at once. Peter was quite good at soothing him, but Lena was better somehow, able to tell what he needed in the moment.

“That’s okay. There’s a lot going on right now.”

“There’s…there’s water,” he slurred.

“I know there is,” Lena said softly. “We’re not going to let you drown. The hands on your shoulders aren’t going to hurt you; they’re making sure you stay above water.”

He moaned and slumped into the tub. The water rose and he shrieked, eyes flying open again.

“It’s okay,” Lena intoned. “It’s not going to go any higher.”

James nodded and closed his eyes again. Lena slowly carded through his hair.

“Are you feeling any better?” she asked.

“A little.”

“That’s great. You were probably really warm, huh?”

He nodded again.

“Do you remember where you are?”

“Home.”

“That’s absolutely right. You’re home. You’re safe now. I know the water is scary but we have to cool you off, alright?”

“It hurts,” he said.

“I know. I know it does. When we get you cooled down a bit I can give you some more meds.”

“What do I have to do?”

“You don’t have to do anything. Rest now. Try and relax. Let us handle the rest.”

“But they’ll torture me…you’ll tell Julie and she’ll…”

“You’re home now,” Lena repeated. She looked up at Peter. His jaw was set and his cheeks were red. “You’re home which means you’re safe. No one is going to hurt you.”

“Please…I just…I wanna sleep.”

“I know. When you’re nice and cool we’ll get you into bed and you can sleep as long as you want.”

“I can’t.”

“What do you mean you can’t?”

“You keep giving me potions…”

“Those have worn off by now, I’m sure. You’re home, remember? So we’re not giving you those potions.”

“It hurts too bad. And I’m scared.”

“I know, James. But we’ll do what we can with the medicines to ease the pain. And I’ll get you some ice, maybe that’ll numb some of the injuries and cool you down. And I know you’re scared, but you’re safe here. We’re protecting you. I want you to try to relax, okay? Think you can do that for me?”

“I…I can try.”

“We’re right here for you. We’re not going anywhere.”

“Promise?”

“Of course I promise,” Lena responded easily.

“And dad?” It took him a moment to be able to focus on his dad.

“I’m not leaving your side.”

He hummed in acknowledgement.

“What else are you confused about?” Lena asked.

“The water,” he said. “Wait, I think you explained that already.”

“I did, but I’m happy to reiterate as many times as you need to feel better.”

“I’m sorry, I’m stupid,”

“Hey,” Lena said. “You’re not. There is tons and tons of proof that pain, fear, fever, injuries, everything you have, affects memory, reasoning, and critical thinking. And other things of course. I’m also sure you have a concussion.”

“What’s that?” James asked.

“It’s when your brain bounces off your skull, essentially leaving it bruised. The same way your chest hurts when your ribs move, your brain hurts when you have to think. And the same way you can’t lift anything heavy, your brain can’t process as much.”

“How…how did that happen? Surely I’d know if my brain was bouncing around.”

Lena chuckled, and didn’t mean to. But miraculously, James did to.

“Getting hit the head. Which I’m assuming happened to you.”

“Is that why I’m so scared, and confused, and weak?”

“I think your concussion is definitely contributing, especially to the confusion. But I attribute the fear to the trauma, the conditioning, and the gas lighting. And I don’t think you are weak. Not being able to use your limbs and being scared are not weak. Neither is asking for help. In fact, asking for help when you need it is the epitome of bravery.”

“What do you mean conditioning?”

Lena sighed. She found herself massaging his shoulders. He leaned into her touch, and she felt knots ease as she dug her fingers into his shoulders.

“It means like training you essentially. They made you fear them and your surroundings. They made you distrusting and skeptical because they wanted you to feel unsafe and afraid.”

“And…and there was another word you said, and I’m not sure what it meant…I don’t remember what it was.”

Lena racked her brain. “It was probably gas-lighting.”

“Yes, that. What is it?”

“It’s like, making you doubt yourself. It’s a form of manipulation that makes your question your own judgement and memory.”

“How…how do you know all this?”

“The terminology, or know they did it?”

“Both.”

Lena moved both her hands to his left side to really work at one of the knots. She was slow going and gentle, because she knew massages could hurt.

“I have friends who took psych classes and shared their knowledge with me. And I know they did it to you because of how uncertain you are. You literally don’t believe your eyes that you’re home. Which tells me they made you hallucinate and tricked you so you stopped believing what your senses told you.”

He hummed and looked up at his dad. James’s face fell and he looked down at his chest. He must have seen how upset his dad was.

It did warm her to see how caring he was, but also made her heart even heavier as didn’t want him to feel guilty.

“James, do you remember the other day? When your dad told you about your official nickname?” Lena asked.

“Yes,” He said.

“You’re dad said that making you feel weak was nothing more than a technique.”

James nodded.

“I know you don’t believe him.”

“I’ve been trying to hide it.”

“Why?”

“I didn’t want you to be upset.”

“James, I could never be upset with you about that,” Peter assured.

“It’s going to take time to believe us and feel safe,” Lena said. “It’s sad for us, because we want you to feel better and can’t do much in the meantime. But you can’t protect us from that feeling. The best thing you can do is tell us what’s wrong, or that you don’t believe us because then we get to help and everyone feels better and endorphins get released at all the love and affection.”

He smiled again.

“What are endorphins?”

“Happy chemicals. They literally bind to the happy receptors in your brain. Or maybe they get released into the brain? I don’t remember exactly. Or hold on, they might be a family of happy chemicals. I was never good with remembering my hormones.”

She laughed at herself. James did too.

And she loved this about him. He loved her science jargon which seeped into her regular speech. And he asked her what they meant so he could better communicate. She also wondered if it distracted him from the pain and fear.

She shifted to his right shoulder. He was indeed releasing tension in his shoulders, and this was the most relaxed she’d seen him in a long time. Even in the water, which was incredible.

“Do you remember the point I was trying to make?” She asked. “Because I don’t.”

James started laughing again.

“Oh, yes,” Lena said. “I got sidetracked. They wanted to break you down mentally because they wanted you to surrender. There’s three main components to that. First, physical. All the physical pain reinforces the other two components, makes you miserable, and frankly makes it harder to think, which makes the other two components work better. The other two are mind games. Gaslighting. They made you doubt yourself and your perceptions so they could make you feel worthless. And they induced, well, it’s called learned-helplessness, which is pretty self explanatory. Make you feel reliant on your captors, which induces shame and fear, so they could manipulate you into surrendering.”

“You know a lot about kidnapping people,” James commented.

Lena snorted in laughter. Peter smiled and looked up at her.

“I read a lot,” She answered.

“About kidnapping?” James asked.

“Back to my point,” Lena spoke purposefully fast to make them think she was deliberately changing the subject. She had no qualms about sharing her reading history, but figured that might not be a good conversation to have with James.

And to her great relief, James chuckled.

“All these feelings, the confusion, fear, and doubt were tactics they used to break you,” Lena said. “They are not weakness. It’s okay to tell us about those feelings. It’s the same as telling us your back hurts.”

“Lena, thank you. I think…I think that finally started to sink in.”

“I’m glad.”

“You’re very articulate.”

Lena smiled. Her hands were aching now, so she stopped her massaging. Instead she poured more water on his forehead. The rest of his skin was cool now, except his forehead.

“What else can we do to help?” Lena asked gently.

James shook his head every so slightly.

“That’s okay. Just hang in there. Do you want me to tell you what I remember about brain chemistry and hormones?”

“Yes please.”

“Okay, fair warning, this is digging through some ancient knowledge. Like we are going way back into the filing cabinets.”

“That’s okay, I probably won’t remember anyway,” James answered.

“I guess that’s a good point.”

So she named as many hormones as she could, starting with dopamine and serotonin. But she didn’t know as much about those, so mentioned the stress pathways with cortisol, and eventually found herself talking about estrogen and progesterone. She could see that Peter was uncomfortable about female sex hormones, but Lena remembered those the best.

James slowly drifted back into unconsciousness.

“I’m summoning Julie.” Peter said. His words were curt and harsh but his eyes were brimmed with tears.

“I still don’t know about that.”

“I wasn’t asking you.”

“Alright.” Lena said, doing her best to hide her annoyance. She knew James was suffering and of course she wanted it to end, but having Julie come here would traumatize him all over again.

“I’ll take all precautions. And when he awakes healed, we will tell him we found a magic potion. Or Tom invented one. Or we got it from the spirits. Whatever we need to say.”

Lena nodded. There was no arguing with him.

“Can he be transported to a different room when Julie comes?” Peter asked.

“Sure. Just as long as you’re careful.”

Peter nodded. He set up towels on the bed while Lena sat with James, still combing her fingers through his hair.

They pulled him out when he started shivering. They quickly tagged teamed the event, having grown used to the most efficient way to dry him off, put disinfectant and wound cream everywhere it was needed and bandage everything again.

They rested him in the bed, above the covers this time, and placed a cool cloth on his forehead.

It warmed up instantly.

Peter and Lena both knew they were in for a long night. And Lena changed her mind about summoning Julie.

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cutie1365 · 5 years

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The Family We Choose 1/3

Pairing: Sherlock x Reader Mini-Series

Word Count: 1.5k

Request: made by @agentmalfoy24601, I don't want to spoil the ending so I won’t post the actual request here but I’ve decided to turn it into a three part mini-series. It’s all written so I’ll get a solid update schedule for it, maybe one every other day or so.

A/N: Please let me know what you think and what you think will happen in the next parts!

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“Alright miss?” Your seemingly intimidating interviewer asked with a raised brow.

“Carter.” You answered with a smile.

“Miss Carter, just some routine questions here to begin if you don’t mind.” You nodded and he continued.

“Your age?” He asked, pen in hand to jot down your responses.

“Twenty-six.” You answered.

“Education?”

“Oxford.” You answered, and you could tell he was impressed as he wrote that bit down.

“Parents?” He was really speeding through this wasn’t he. Must be in a rush, or he never really wanted to interview new assistants in the first place.

“Orphan.” You answered with a somber smile.

“My condolences.” He apologized, although in this job the less family, the better, he thought.

“Of course this isn’t a normal job so a normal job interview would be unfitting. I’m going to ask you some questions to understand your capabilities of thinking outside the box and how quickly you can devise and apply ideas.” He explained, adjusting his position in his plush, black, leather seat.

“So you want to see if I’m clever or not?” You smirked.

“More or less.” He nodded.

“Mr. Holmes, I have an IQ of 170, I hardly think your little brain teasers will be necessary.” You spoke with a cocky smile.

“They weren’t brain teasers...” Sherlock said slightly offended and flustered. He mentally cursing John for telling him that would be a good idea for the interview.

“Of course they weren’t.” You laughed slightly, seeing his reaction to your previous words. “You know your best bet to see if I really am clever or useful would be to take me on a case.”

“Well I don't have anything on right now.” He lied, steepling his hands and examining you.

“Oh come on Sherlock, we both know that’s not true.” You raised a brow to him with a smirk, clearly he was testing you.

“Do we?” He asked, wondering how you knew and wanting you to lay it all out for him.

“Despite the fact that you’re a terrible liar, there are clear signs that you are in the middle of a case. You’ve attempted to clear them away before our little interview but I can still tell. You had papers and pictures tacked above the couch, you removed them in a hurry, ripping one away leaving the tack and remnants of paper.” You pointed above the couch behind you without turning around, meaning you either noticed them when you walked in or saw them through the mirror opposite you. “The couch cushions still are deeply indented in the middle, the last thing that happened to it was you standing on it moments before I arrived. Two computers are opened on your desk, you were doing research, and a lot of it. You keep glancing at your watch, you can’t wait for this interview to be over so you can get back to your case. You actually never wanted to do these interviews in the first place, you’d much rather keep your usual companion. I can be like him if you’d like- pointing out the obvious and constantly being baffled by your conclusions and amazed when you lay it out quite plainly for him.”

“Did my brother send you?” He asked through squinted suspicious eyes.

“No...” You said, curious as to who this brother was. You made a note of that for later.

“How come I've never heard of you before?” He asked, leaning back in his chair, clearly ruling you out as any sort of threat.

“Because I'm nobody.” You shake your head.

“Hmm.” Sherlock looked you over, there was something about you that he couldn't quite put his finger on, “Fine, one case.”

And the rest was history...

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You’d worked with Sherlock on dozens of cases now, to the point where he suggested you move into 221C to make work easier. Purely out of convenience you thought, but truthfully Sherlock enjoyed having you around. You were different, like him. You understood things like he did. You saw the world like he did: one giant puzzle waiting to be solved.

You agreed to move in downstairs, but you didn’t want to step on any toes with Sherlock and John’s relationship. Just because John started a new job at the hospital and was the reason for your recent employment with Sherlock, you didn’t want him to think you were his replacement in every sense of the word.

You suggested to Sherlock that he take John out, a guys night, so that he didn’t feel left out of all the cases the two of you had recently solved. He agreed it was probably a good idea, and remembered there was a new play showing: Terror By Night. A classic murder mystery that for him would probably be quite dull, but might remind John of the good ‘ol days.

Unbeknownst to you, Sherlock purchased three tickets.

“Are you ready to go?” He asked you with a raised brow, as you were making a cup of tea in the kitchen, clearly not dressed to be going out.

“Go where?” You gave him a confused look.

“Terror By Night, remember.” He stated as if it was clear as day.

“I thought that was just going to be you and John, a guys night?” You furrowed your brows.

“If I have to suffer through this, then you do too.” He smirked.

“It doesn’t sound like I have a choice.” You laughed.

“Please come, I’d... I’d like you to be there.” Sherlock muttered nervously. Your jaw dropped open slightly before answering. Was this Sherlock’s way of... flirting?

“Oh, ok. Um, yeah I guess I can go throw something on.” You nodded, looking down at your sweatpants and Oxford tee.

You made your way downstairs to throw on a nicer outfit and slap on a little bit of makeup.

Sherlock was waiting patiently for you, he stood when you entered the room with a nervous smile. You returned it, grabbing your coat off the rack and letting him know you were ready to go.

“John’s going to meet us there, he got held up at work.” Sherlock informed you after giving the cabbie directions to the theatre on the Strand.

Once you arrived at the theatre you saw John standing outside and waved to him.

“So what’s all this about?” John laughed, motioning to the title poster and Sherlock picking up the tickets.

“I just work here.” You shrugged, earning a laugh from John.

“How’s that going by the way?” John asked.

“Oh, you know, never a dull moment.” You smiled, as Sherlock approached the two of you, tickets in hand.

Once you took your seats, each of you on opposite sides of Sherlock, you began to look around the small theatre, examining it.

“You know, if you had told me I was going to be third wheeling I could have brought Sarah.” You heard John whisper to Sherlock, your cheeks turning bright red. So your suspicion from earlier had been confirmed. You didn’t think Sherlock went in for that sort of thing, you never saw him as the relationship type. He’s the definition of the ‘married to his work’ type.

As the play went on, in a very Agatha Christie whodunit fashion, you found yourself enjoying it. You had predicted the ending not too far into the play, but what happened next, none of you could have expected.

In the play the Detective gathered everyone to reveal the murderer, as he explained how the son murdered Lady Margaret Chaplette, in a fit of rage he struck the Detective with his prop crutch. Only it wasn’t a prop. As he struck him across the head, the blow killed him instantly. Your eyes grew wide and you turned to Sherlock as you both immediately realized this was not part of the play, and everyone in the theatre had just witnessed a real murder.

You and Sherlock immediately jumped up, following John who checked the vitals of the actor and confirmed his death. Sherlock gently picked up the prop crutch that was supposed to be made of rubber as you’d observed during the first act, only to find it was aluminum.

“Someone must have switched it during the interval.” Sherlock turned to you and you nodded.

“We need to shut this place down, no one leaves. The murderer is most likely still here.” You explained, Sherlock rushed off to the front of the house.

“Never a dull moment.” John muttered as you both stepped away from the body.

After a night of interrogating all of the cast members you’d discovered that it was ‘the Detective’ himself who had switched the props, causing his own death. He was trying to set up the son to injure him or break his arm so he could sue the theatre or make sure he got fired, after numerous stories of his misconduct and relationship with the director.

The man who played the son, an avid drunk, had had a bit too much to drink that night and when he swung the crutch, struck the detective in the head, unintentionally killing him.

“So our victim is also our murderer.” You nodded to Sherlock.

“I know, exciting right.” Sherlock said, a little too giddy for a crime scene.

“Well this isn’t exactly how I planned my night to go.” You laughed.

“Me either, but this is much better.” He smirked, and you rolled your eyes with a smile.

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seraph-novak · 5 years

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Take A Breath (Post-Finale)

Summary ~ After the life-changing events of Andi’s party, Cyrus is worried that what happened between him and TJ was nothing more than a friendly gesture.

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Less than twelve hours after the life-changing events of Andi’s party, Cyrus was standing outside TJ’s house, debating whether to knock on the door or not. On his way there, he’d distracted himself by scrolling through his latest texts from the other boy, privately blushing at the single heart emoji TJ had sent him after saying goodnight. But now that he was actually here, his fist frozen in the air mid-knock, there was nothing to keep his nerves at bay. What if TJ thought he was being too clingy by showing up at his house the next morning? What if everything that had happened between them last night had simply been a one-off, a friendly gesture of solidarity and nothing more? What if he was still deluding himself by thinking he ever stood a chance with someone as wonderful as TJ Kippen? Just the mere possibility of rejection made him wince, his stomach stirring unpleasantly as the sweat began beading on his forehead. He felt like he was on the verge of passing out.

Stumbling a few steps backwards, he reached blindly for his phone in his back pocket, desperately wanting to seek some well-needed advice from Buffy and Andi before venturing forward. He was blinking the sweat out of his eyes when the door suddenly opened, releasing a musical breeze from inside the house, and TJ’s mom greeted him with a bemused smile. She was wearing a fluffy robe and hugging a mug of steaming coffee in her hands, and it dawned on Cyrus just how early it really was. He felt like a complete idiot for disrupting their morning routine like this. But, before he could apologise, or even try to explain himself, TJ’s mom leaned her hip against the doorway and quirked an eyebrow.

“Cyrus Goodman,” she said with a knowing smile, as if she’d been expecting him. “Do you plan on creeping about on my porch all day, or do you wanna come inside?”

Cyrus spluttered, his cheeks flooding with heat. “Oh! Sorry, Mrs. Kippen, I didn’t mean to –”

“I’m only messing with you, hon. Get yourself in here and shut the door.”

He couldn’t argue, even if he wanted to. The words had completely vacated his mind. It was like a repeat of his embarrassing first encounter with TJ’s mom a few weeks ago, when he’d told her to get home safe while she’d been standing in her own doorway. He could barely think about that day without mentally kicking himself for being so ridiculous. And now, here he was again, a blushing, tongue-tied disaster as TJ’s mom led him down the hallway, clearly attempting to make small talk with him while they walked.

“TJ’s just practicing in the living room,” she told him, nodding in the direction of the beautiful music. “He should be finished in a few minutes, if you wanna see him.”

Cyrus forced a smile. “Thank you, Mrs. Kippen. I’m sorry for being here so early.”

TJ’s mom glanced down at her pyjamas, then huffed a laugh. “Oh, don’t mind me. I’ve been up for hours. I just don’t see the point in getting dressed unless I’m leaving the house.”

At that, Cyrus chuckled. TJ’s mom reminded him of Bex in many ways, and that helped him relax somewhat. But as soon he caught a glimpse of TJ in the living room a few moments later, his head bent over a black piano, he was reduced to a trembling, awestruck mess within seconds. Not that anyone could blame him. The other boy was playing the piano with his eyes closed, a lock of dirty-blond hair falling across his forehead, and his hands were dancing across the keys with an elegance that Cyrus had never seen before in his life. There was a cute little furrow between his brows, and Cyrus was itching to reach out and smooth it with the pad of his thumb. But at the same time, he didn’t want to shatter the spell by interrupting him. He was more than happy to stand here and watch him, anyway. He’d stand here for hours, if he could.

“Impressive, huh?” TJ’s mom whispered, lightly poking him in the shoulder. “I taught him the basics, but there’s no teaching that… He’s a natural talent, that’s for sure.”

Cyrus swallowed thickly, his eyes still glued on TJ. “Yeah, he… He’s amazing, alright.”

“He says the same thing about you, you know?”

“What?”

“I heard the party was pretty eventful,” she continued coyly, somehow changing the subject without changing it at all. “TJ seemed to have a lot of fun.”

The implication was too strong to be anything but an outright question, and Cyrus had no idea what answer he was supposed to give. For one thing, he didn’t know how much TJ had told his mom, and how much he wanted to remain unsaid. But most importantly… he wasn’t quite sure what had happened between him and TJ on the bench last night. That was partly why he was here in the first place: to figure out where they stood, once and for all. He only hoped they were on the same page.

“Mrs. Kippen, I –”

“Please,” she said, raising a hand to pause him, “call me Riley. And TJ’s dad hasn’t been in the picture for a long time, so… It’s just plain old ‘miss’ now.”

Cyrus bit his lip, internally berating himself for being so obtuse. TJ had told him how his father had left when he was younger, of course – only sending the occasional text to let them know he wasn’t dead in a ditch somewhere – but apparently his brain turned to mush when he was nervous.

“I’m so sorry, Miss – I mean, um… Riley.”

“There’s no need to apologise,” Riley said with a shrug. She glanced over at TJ and smiled, her eyes turning soft with a mixture of pride and fondness. “I got a wonderful son out of the deal, so… I’m more than okay with how things turned out.”

Cyrus followed her eyes across the room, his heart rate slowing to a calm, melodic pace as he watched TJ’s hands glide across the piano, a private smile tugging at the corner of his mouth. When he’d been crushing on Jonah, his heart had leapt and fluttered like an injured bird reaching for the sky. But with TJ, it was the opposite. Unlike Jonah, who’d made him feel giddy and nauseous with nervous excitement, TJ had a steadying effect on him, his very presence being enough to put him at ease. He wondered if that was the difference between like, and… Well, whatever it was he felt for TJ. He didn’t have a name for it yet, but whatever it was, it made him feel safe and happy and full of hope. And even if TJ didn’t feel the same way, he was grateful for everything he’d done for him. He was grateful for this, right here. This feeling of complete and utter contentment.

“You’re right,” he whispered, more to himself than anyone else. “He really is wonderful.”

Riley hummed. She wasn’t watching her son anymore; Cyrus could feel her eyes on the side of his face, but he couldn’t seem to meet her gaze. Maybe he was too entranced by TJ’s beauty, or… Maybe he was afraid of what he’d find in her expression. Either way, he kept facing forward, allowing the music thrumming beneath TJ’s fingertips to distract him from his anxiety-riddled thoughts. He wasn’t ready to acknowledge how transparent his feelings for TJ were to the rest of the world just yet.

“I’ll go fetch you boys something to drink,” Riley said.

That was enough to turn his head.

“You don’t have to do that –”

“Oh, nonsense. I may as well make myself useful.” She flicked a parting glance at TJ, then gave Cyrus a sympathetic pat on the shoulder, her eyes brimming with understanding. “Don’t overthink it, hon. Just talk to him.”

Before he could respond, Riley gave his shoulder a final squeeze, then walked away, leaving him standing alone in the hallway. If he really wanted to make a run for it, now was his chance. But, as he looked over at TJ, his heart swelling with pride as the other boy reached the crescendo of the song with flawless determination, he knew he couldn’t leave. Not until he’d spoken to TJ. He needed to know if what had happened between them at Andi’s party was more than just a fluke. He needed to know if TJ felt the same way. And if he didn’t find out soon, he was pretty sure he was going to explode. So, with a deep, trembling breath, he waited for TJ to reach the end of the song, then walked up to him.

“That was beautiful,” he said, his voice shaking.

TJ jumped. “Woah! Where did you come from?”

“Your mom let me in… Can I sit?”

“Sure,” TJ said, his lips twitching with a smile as he moved further up the bench seat, making room for Cyrus to sit down.

For an agonising moment, neither of them said a word. They both sat there, stiff and awkward as the silence stretched on, the air between them heavy with uncertainty. A full minute passed, and Cyrus was seconds away from bolting through the door. But then TJ turned to face him, their knees bumping together, and reached for his hand. Just like last night, their fingers threaded together with an overwhelming sense of familiarity, and Cyrus felt himself sagging with relief. A tear rolled down his cheek as he stared down at their joined hands, a breathless laugh escaping his lips. He hadn’t been deluding himself, after all.

“Hey,” TJ said gently, using his free hand to cup Cyrus’ face. “You’re crying.”

Cyrus shook his head. “I’m just… I’m so happy this is real.”

“What d’you mean?”

“I dunno… I guess I was just scared. I thought maybe last night didn’t mean the same thing for both of us.”

TJ shrugged. “Well, what did it mean for you?”

“Everything,” Cyrus admitted, ducking his head to hide the blush blooming across his cheeks. He hadn’t expected to be this open about his feelings, but apparently he was incapable of hiding from TJ anymore. It was like they’d broken a seal by holding hands, and now there was no going back. Not that he ever wanted to. He was more than happy with this new development in their relationship.

A thumb swept across his cheek, capturing the tear before it reached his chin. TJ was watching him with the same level of fondness Cyrus had possessed as he’d watched him playing piano just moments before.

“I guess it did mean the same thing for us both then,” TJ said, the hint of a smirk playing on his lips.

Cyrus glanced up at him, then laughed, the rest of his anxieties melting away as they moved closer together. Down the hallway, Cyrus could hear Riley brewing them some coffee, an old jazz song playing on the radio as she worked. If they didn’t move apart soon, she’d catch them in the act. The risk was thrilling, in a way, but Cyrus didn’t want to force TJ into coming out too soon. Not to the person he cared about most in the world. Which is why he forced himself to let go of the other boy’s hand and turn towards the piano, wiggling his fingers above the keys with a boisterous smile.

“Come on then,” he said, purposely brushing his shoulder against TJ’s. “Teach me how to play.”

TJ huffed a laugh. “If you insist.”

A shiver ran up his arm as TJ touched the backs of his hands, gently guiding them across the piano as he murmured the names of the chords against the shell of his ear. It was much slower, and not perfectly in time, but Cyrus could hear the same song TJ had been playing earlier taking life beneath his hands.

“There you go,” TJ whispered. “You’re a natural.”

Cyrus shot him a dubious look, but it soon faded away as he saw the genuine pride in TJ’s eyes, nestled amongst a forest of warmth and encouragement. It was an expression he knew all too well, and one that never failed to make him smile. Of all the wonderful, accepting people he had in his life, TJ was probably the one that believed in him the most, and Cyrus loved him for it. For such a long time, he’d seen himself as useless; nothing but an expendable sidekick who people kept around to laugh at. But with TJ, he felt invincible, as if he could do anything he wanted to. It still baffled him how much faith TJ had in him, but he was slowly getting used to it. Maybe one day, he wouldn’t be surprised by his own capabilities. He was sure TJ would do everything he could to get him to that place.

“This is amazing,” he said, grinning down at the piano in awe. After a few more chords, he turned to TJ with a teasing smile, his mind still cloudy from their close proximity. “But here’s my question: how the heck do you know how to play ‘Born This Way’ by heart?”

TJ blushed. “Oh. Um… It’s a long story.”

“It can’t be that long!”

“It’s not,” he admitted. “But it’s embarrassing, you know?”

“Nothing you tell me could make me like you less,” Cyrus said, completely missing the fact that he’d just used the ‘L-word’ for the very first time in reference to TJ. It’s not as if they were hiding it from each other, after all. “C’mon, Teej… Please tell me.”

That’s all it took to break him.

“Fine,” TJ said, rolling his eyes with feigned annoyance. “I heard it on the radio when I was like, seven, and it always kinda stuck with me, you know? I used to listen to it all the time. It was one of the first songs I learnt how to play.” He glanced at Cyrus, his bottom lip caught between his teeth. “I guess I know why it meant so much to me now.”

Cyrus smiled. “What did your mom think about your Lady Gaga obsession?”

“She was cool with it,” TJ said. “I mean, my Gaga phase, not the other thing…” He was wringing his hands together, and Cyrus could tell they were standing on the edge of a very important conversation. “I haven’t told her yet. I mean, not outright… We kinda talked about it a few weeks ago. About you, actually. But I never said the words. Is that bad?”

“Of course not,” Cyrus told him, grabbing his hands and holding them against his chest. “It’s completely up to you when you tell her. If you tell her, I mean. Not everyone needs to come out.”

TJ licked his lips. “I think I want to.”

“Okay.”

“Do you think I should?”

“It’s your choice,” he said, carefully slotting their palms together. “I can’t help you make it, Teej. But I promise you, whatever you decide, I’ll be there for you. No matter what.”

At that, TJ released a long, tremulous breath. Cyrus could feel his muscles relaxing beneath his touch, his fingers melting between his own. He thought back to that perfect moment on the bench last night, and how they’d sat there for almost an hour, simply enjoying each other’s company until TJ’s mom had called, asking him to come home soon. They hadn’t talked much, but that hadn’t been a problem; their hands had said everything they’d been thinking and feeling, and that was more than enough. Even when Cyrus had walked TJ partly down the road at the end of the night, they hadn’t spoken. TJ had smiled at him beneath a streetlamp, his face basked in a yellow glow, and Cyrus had reached up on his tiptoes to kiss him on the cheek before fleeing back to Andi’s house, his face the same colour as his red plaid shirt. Before he’d even reached the end of the street, his phone had buzzed in his pocket, and Cyrus had opened it to find a new text from TJ, promising to text him before going to bed. He hadn’t stopped grinning all the way back to Andi’s house.

“So,” he said, aiming for a flirtatious smile as he sidled up to TJ. “What other songs can you play?”

TJ shrugged. “If you stay for lunch, I can teach you some.”

“Would your mom be okay with that?”

“My mom loves you, Cy.”

“We’ve only spoken twice…”

“She’s good at reading people,” TJ told him, his smile turning soft as his eyes flitted over Cyrus’ face, silently taking him in. “I guess you passed the test.”

Cyrus chuckled. “That’s a relief.”

“So, you’ll stay?”

“Yeah,” he said, dropping his voice to a whisper as he rested his head against TJ’s shoulder, his eyes slipping closed with a blissful sigh. “I’d like that.”

After a beat of startled silence, TJ pressed a hesitant kiss to his forehead, then cleared his throat. His hands were trembling as he slowly unravelled them from Cyrus’ grip, resting one against his hip to hold him close, and using the other to play a new song on the piano. Even with one hand, he was incredible, and Cyrus could feel himself slowly drifting off as TJ continued to play, quietly singing the words against Cyrus’ cheek. It was a perfect moment, just like their time on the bench together, and every other moment they’d shared before then.

There were so many future memories to be made, and there was no one else he would rather spend them with than Thelonious Jagger Kippen. His best friend. His biggest supporter. His boyfriend.

The End.

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choupichoups · 6 years

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Press F (Instagram/College AU) Ch.7

Lucas swears he’s the absolute master of undetected stalking. Or: Eliott is instagram famous and Lucas is the disaster gay who accidentally likes his post.

He looks tired, is what Lucas first thinks, watching Eliott’s story over and over. He’s memorized Eliott’s words by now, talking about the new project he’s working on with Idris, explaining why he’s been missing for four days. It feels good to see him again, especially when Eliott had gone radio silent after their early morning conversation on Wednesday. But maybe it’d be better if Eliott just takes a nap for the day.

lucallemant Are you ok?

srodulv Yes, why?

lucallemant Did you get some sleep?

srodulv Is my little hedgehog worried about me?

lucallemant Yeah

srodulv Fuck Ok, yes, I’m a bit tired from staying up so much but I’m really ok Please don’t cancel our date

lucallemant What date

srodulv :( I made plans and everything

Lucas melts at that, fingers hovering over the phone screen. How dare Eliott be so cute? Lucas is out here just trying to look out for his well-being but he’s quickly learning that saying no to Eliott is an impossible feat. He’s made plans and everything.

lucallemant Well I guess if there’s already a plan… Okay :) I’ll see you later

srodulv Can’t wait

When Lucas gets out of class, Eliott’s waiting for him outside, just like he said he would be. He’s sitting on the ground by the walls, sipping on an iced coffee with one hand free to doodle all over the notebook on his lap. Lucas takes a moment to just look at him.

Other people are looking too, probably wondering what Eliott’s doing sitting on the floor at the science faculty.

“Hey,” he says once he’s covered the distance between them. Eliott looks up, signature grin on the ready. “Did you wait long?”

Eliott makes a vague noise, waving his drink around. “Oh!” He picks up the cup from his other side, handing Lucas another one of his overpriced guilty pleasure hot chocolate. “For you.”

“Thank you,” Lucas says, begging his brain to come up with something else to say. The last thing he wants to do is enter some kind of speechless stupor now that he's got Eliott in front of him. “How did you know about this?”

“About what?” Eliott gets up, dusting his pants off as he picks up his discarded backpack.

“Hot chocolate.”

“Ah,” he trails off, eyes shifting from Lucas and down to the drink in his hand. “I have my own sources.”

“You’re really coming for my stalker title, are you?”

“Nah, you still have it, Mr. I watch every instagram story of yours.”

Lucas rolls his eyes, jogging a little to keep up with Eliott’s fast pace. “If I posted those as much as you did, you'd be watching mine too.”

Eliott laughs, slowing his steps considerably. “Confident, are we?”

“Very.” Lucas takes a careful sip of his drink-- it’s pleasantly warm but no longer hot. Eliott’s been sitting there for a while then. “Where are you taking me, stalker?”

The sun forms a golden glow around Eliott’s tousled hair, highlighting a mirage of colours in the strands. Lucas just manages to suppress a smitten sigh when Eliott smiles down at him-- he really hated that one poetry elective he’d taken in high school but he’d have no problem writing sonnets about Eliott if you ask him to.

“Dinner and a movie.”

“Dinner and a movie?”

“Yes, a classic.”

“When you said dinner and a movie, I thought the movie part would be fancier.” Lucas walks around the living room, absently prodding at the many books displayed on the shelves.

“Why fancy?”

“Aren’t you supposed to impress me?”

“You’re already impressed.”

Lucas laughs, turning around to join Eliott by the television because, of course, he wants to watch something out of his film collection rather than pick out a movie from Netflix like every other normal person. “Confident, are we?”

“I’ve got you in my place right now, don’t I?” Eliott says, smile crooked and unfairly attractive in the dim light. Lucas doesn’t have anything to say to that.

“Okay, well.” He chuckles under his breath-- he really should be used to Eliott by now so why is he still so goddamn nervous? “What kind of movies do you like?”

“Romance.”

“Romance,” Lucas repeats, raising an eyebrow. How very fitting of Eliott to have romance as his favourite genre. “Really?” He browses through the pile on the floor and randomly picks out the first thing that catches his eye. “Oh my god.”

“What?”

“Don’t tell me The Notebook is your favourite film of all time.” Lucas holds the case up, laughter gaining volume when Eliott takes a little too long to reply. “Fuck!”

“It is not.”

“I don’t believe you.”

“It’s not!” Eliott snatches it off his hands. “The rain scene is iconic and Ryan Gosling was phenomenal in it, but it’s not.”

“So you’re a Ryan Gosling fan.”

“You know, I’m starting to think you’re judging me.” Eliott tucks The Notebook out of sight, searching vigorously through his DVD collection like he knows what he wants to watch now.

Lucas puts his hands up, smiling. “Tell me more.”

“He’s got good movies, okay?”

��Sure.”

“Ever seen La La Land?”

“No.” Lucas watches him fondly, taking advantage of the fact that Eliott’s too busy with his rummaging to catch Lucas’ lovestruck gaze.

“You’re killing me. Seen Crazy, Stupid, Love?”

“No.”

“Fuck. Yeah, we’re watching that.” Eliott grabs the title out of his pile before urging Lucas to sit on the couch while he sets up. Lucas sinks down into the cushions, utterly endeared by how excited Eliott seems at the prospect of watching this lame romcom (which he’s probably already seen multiple times) with Lucas. “Get ready to change your mind about romance films.”

“I have nothing against them.”

“Uh huh.”

“I’m just more of a super hero movie kind of person.”

“Of course you are.” Eliott laughs, sitting close to Lucas despite the gigantic space he’d left, having squished himself comfortably against one end of the couch.

And okay, the movie’s maybe a little funny. It doesn’t bore him like he’s initially expected-- though that may be due to Eliott whispering a running commentary close to his ears, forcing Lucas to stay focused at all times so that he doesn’t do anything stupid. Like cuddle up into Eliott’s shoulder or something.

They get to the scene where Hannah dramatically rushes out into the night to find Jacob in the bar. “Does he always have a rain scene in all his films or what?” He whispers after a moment, watching a startled Jacob lift a soaking wet Hannah in his arms while they kiss.

“It’s technically not in the rain.”

“Same thing, though. They keep using the same trope.”

“True.” Eliott shrugs. “It’s all about the romantic ambiance. The sky pouring down, this special person in your arms, you can have that moment over and over and it doesn’t get old. Oh, and Ryan Gosling looks perfect for kissing in the rain.”

Lucas leans his head against the back of the couch, eyes scrunching shut as he laughs. “Bullshit. What does that even mean?”

“What, you don’t see it?” Eliott’s laughing as well, pointing at the screen. “You know who else looks perfect for kissing in the rain?”

His heart thuds a warning in his chest, Lucas ignores it. “Who?”

“Me,” Eliott whispers, lifting his eyebrows in a quick movement. “I want my Ryan Gosling moment, Lucas.”

Lucas snorts, backing further into the cushions behind him and hugging one of the pillows close to his chest. “Watch the movie.”

Eliott’s smiling as he retreats, returning his eyes to the screen.

At the halfway point, Eliott’s commentary gradually slows to a still and Lucas assumes that Eliott must have gotten too sucked into the movie.

But then he feels a weight landing on his shoulder and he has to consciously keep his body still, fighting against the instinct to flinch. He doesn’t want Eliott to startle awake, feeling a bit giddy and proud of himself even though he has nothing to do with the fact that Eliott falls asleep without any prompting on Lucas’ end.

He keeps his eyes set on the movie, still as can be, breathing somewhat uneven despite his best efforts. The movie reaches the end credits soon enough but Lucas stays put-- the remote is on the coffee table, impossible to reach without dislodging Eliott from his shoulder.

Ever so carefully, Lucas turns his head and smiles down at the sight. Eliott looks like an angel like this-- not that he doesn’t look like one at any point in time but the whole angelic thing he has going on is highlighted with his eyes closed and his features lax in sleep.

Lucas gently rests his cheek against the unruly nest of hair beside him, shimmying into a more comfortable position before letting the silence lull him into rest. Just half an hour, he thinks. A little bit of a nap never hurt anyone.

He wakes up comfortably warm, the kind of warmth you only achieve once in a blue moon, when you hit the jackpot with a perfect blanket burrito that’s somehow more superior than the mediocre blanket burritos from every other night. Lucas snuggles deeper into it, sighing in approval when the arms around him tighten in response.

Wait.

Blinking awake, Lucas blearily pushes off from the embrace, one hand anchored on the chest he’s just been sleeping on while the other tries its best to rub the sleep out of his eyes.

“Stop doing that,” Eliott admonishes, voice soft. Lucas thinks there’s something playing on the television screen but the sound has been muted.

“What?” Lucas asks, confused.

Eliott’s fingers encircle his wrist and bring it down from where he’s still got it over his eyes. “Stop looking so cute, I’m too tired to control myself.”

And he’s too sleepy to deal with Eliott’s flirting. Lucas thunks his head right in the middle of Eliott’s chest, earning a surprised oof that would’ve made him laugh if he didn’t feel so damn groggy.

“What time is it?” His voice is muffled into Eliott’s sweater but luckily, he doesn’t have to repeat himself.

“21h.”

Lucas groans. He has to go home now.

“I’ll take you home,” Eliott says, somehow reading his mind.

“It’s okay, I can go back by myse--”

“I’ll take you home,” Eliott repeats firmly, shifting from under Lucas so they can both get ready to leave.

They take turns refreshing themselves in the bathroom, both a lot more awake now, especially when a cold blast of wind hits them right when they get outside. It’s drizzling by the time Lucas points out his building, arguing that he could have gone home by himself so Eliott could have stayed home and continued with his sleep.

Eliott shakes his head, grinning down at him. “You don’t get it, do you?”

“What?”

“You could live an hour away, and I’d still walk you home.”

Lucas swallows, not asking why. He thinks he knows the answer but he’s afraid of what it’ll do to his poor little heart if Eliott confirms it with that unapologetic honesty he has.

Eliott takes him all the way to his apartment door where they stand facing each other, neither wanting to be the first to leave.

“I guess this is where we say goodnight,” Eliott says, eyes crinkling with his smile. “Did you have fun?”

“The movie could have been better,” he teases, smiling when Eliott places a hand on his chest, mouth opening as if offended.

“Honestly, Lucas. When will you stop hurting me?”

Lucas smiles, holding back a laugh. His neighbours might already be sleeping. “Sorry.”

“Are you really?”

“Yes.”

“Prove it.”

“I apologize sincerely,” he says, quoting his own words from Saturday. He tries not to think of what happened after he’d said those exact words last time and fails miserably. “Do you want to... uh...” He jerks his head in the general direction behind him, fiddling with the doorknob.

Eliott huffs out a laugh. “No, it’s okay. I actually have an essay I gotta finish.”

“Oh, okay.” Lucas hopes he doesn’t sound as disappointed as he feels. They literally just spent hours together at Eliott’s place. “Um, goodnight then.”

Eliott stops him from going inside and Lucas holds his breath as the other boy lifts a hand, fingers softly brushing away the strands of hair near Lucas’ eye.

“Goodnight, Lucas.” He walks backwards, keeping his gaze on Lucas until he has to turn the corner for the elevators.

Lucas doesn’t move for a while, listening for the echoing ring of the elevator opening and closing before shaking himself out of his daze.

He steps inside his apartment, shutting the door with a soft click. It’s dark and quiet inside, meaning Yann still hasn’t come back from wherever he is. Lucas heaves out a sigh, leaning heavily against the door as he wills his heart to slow down. It’s been a little overdramatic for the whole day, being around Eliott and all— dramatic enough to have him worrying whether he’s about to experience a heart attack for every increase in its beating.

The tree branches outside knock against the glass of their windows and Lucas draws closer to check on the weather. It’s pouring by now, prompting him to run around the room looking for the one umbrella he knows he and Yann have hidden somewhere.

“Fuck,” he mutters to himself, running back to the window to see if Eliott’s already made it outside. “Fuck, fuck, fuck.” He goes to his bedroom which he knows, for a fact, hides no elusive umbrella. He stands there in the middle, staring at the wall, breathing heavily.

This is stupid. What is he doing? He doesn’t actually want the fucking umbrella. There’s something else he wants, he needs to do, like an itch under his skin, getting harder and harder to ignore.

With renewed adrenaline stemming from out of nowhere, Lucas runs back out of the apartment, hopping down the stairs two at a time as he knows that the elevator takes way too long to come to his floor.

Eliott’s barely crossed the street when Lucas spots him, shoulders hunched against the cold and hood up to cover against the rain.

“Eliott!” Lucas calls out, shoes splashing against the wet pavement as he runs. “Eliott, wait!”

Eliott turns, looking genuinely surprised to see Lucas.

“What are you doing?” Eliott asks once Lucas’s in hearing range, voice slightly raised to be heard over the pouring rain.

Lucas shakes his head, hands trembling, looking up at Eliott despite the rain trying its damndest to pelt him into blindness. He squints against it, hoping for his shivers to go unnoticed. “I— I’m—”

“What?” Eliott steps closer, moving so he towers over Lucas enough to shield him from the outpour.

And fuck him. Fuck this boy for treating him so wonderfully. Effortless, like Lucas is his to take care of. “I’m apologizing.”

He grabs the sides of Eliott’s hood and drags him down for a kiss.

The press of their lips is no fireworks, no time standing still solely for the two of them-- no, it’s nothing like in the movies. It’s an inhale after submerging, an exhale after the first breath— freeing and vital. Only natural.

Eliott’s hands come up to cup the back of his head, keeping him still as if afraid Lucas would pull away any time soon which, yeah, fat chance of that happening. His own hands slide down, gripping the soaked material of Eliott’s jacket, bringing him down, pulling him closer, more.

He feels those warm hands shift down, arms circling his waist in a tight grip before Eliott straightens up until he’s no longer bent over for the kiss. Lucas feels his feet leave the ground, but he doesn’t even care, opting to bury his hands inside the mess of Eliott’s hair, comfortably accessible from his elevated position.

Lucas doesn’t make the connection until a while later, when Eliott’s just started to bite at Lucas’ lips, tongue a teasing presence in between, asking for permission that Lucas would have easily allowed if only he didn’t start laughing right at the same moment.

Eliott groans, actually whining out an offended, “Lucas.”

“I’m sorry.” Lucas laughs, rearranging his arms to wrap around Eliott’s neck so he can squeeze him in a tight hug as he muffles his laughter into his own shoulder. “Sorry, sorry. It’s just… are you enjoying your Ryan Gosling moment?” He barely finishes his sentence before dissolving into wild laughter.

He feels more than hears Eliott’s answering chuckles. “Stop making fun of my moment. It’s awesome.”

“Sorry,” Lucas says again, still snickering even as their eyes meet for the first time since Lucas pulled him into the kiss. Stupidly enough, the eye contact flusters him more than anything and he breaks it, looking to the side as his fingers carefully trace the sides of Eliott’s face. “Stay with me tonight?” He asks, dropping his head a little so that their foreheads touch.

Eliott only takes a second to respond, “Yeah.” Voice like a breath knocked out of his lungs. “Yeah, fuck that essay. I’m not going anywhere,” he says in a rush, angling up to catch Lucas’ lips in another searing kiss.

Lucas smiles into it, lips parting to continue where they’d left off.

#skam france #elu #elu insta au #fictag #i aint a single minute late this time #are u proud #pls show up in the tag thank u

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mostlywritersblock · 4 years

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Dracula 2019 fic

Part 2

****

“You seem nervous.”

Zoe glanced up from the email she’d been reading to lock eyes with him. It’d been a total of 11 days since he’d showed up in her life. To say things haven’t been snowballing since then would be an understatement.

“I’m meeting with the board tomorrow for one final review. It shouldn’t be awful but they’re going to ask a lot of questions.”

“About me.”

“About the organization...but yes about you too.”

Dracula smiled sweetly, “And what are you going to tell them about me?”

Zoe narrowed her eyes and effectively closed out of her email. “I’m going to tell them the truth.”

Dracula’s smile fell.

“That we have absolutely no idea how you survived drinking my blood. That we’ve come to numerous dead-ends and have zero leads.” Zoe finished with a frustrated grunt.

Dracula nodded slowly, a thought seeming to occur to him. “This board, they know of my existence?”

Zoe threw him a flat look. “Of course they know about you, they’re funding the organization!”

She suddenly moved to pace around the room, but Dracula stopped her, placing both hands on her shoulders to hold her in place.

“Essentially then they’re just another organization with information on me.”

Zoe peered at him quizzically.

“Maybe they know something we don’t, maybe they have the answer?” He wasn’t sure why he was feeling so giddy suddenly. Was he that desperate to find a lead, to finally have a means to scratch the metaphorical itch he’d been feeling since the moment he was conscious. In short.

Yes. Yes he was desperate.

Or maybe just hungry

Maybe both?

****

Zoe wouldn’t let him come to the board meeting, not with the staggering amount of people and guns at the ready. Not that he minded. It was more out of precaution for them than anything.

And with good reason, Dracula thought.

He could definitely go for another bloodbath.

****

Zoe returned with a sour look and stomp in her step. She relayed to him the days events. Apparently the board was satisfied with the foundation but when one of them had broached the subject of Dracula’s location, Zoe had to stay tight lipped, least they treat her like she’s harboring a fugitive.

Dracula should really track down his lawyer.

Eventually one of the board members pulled her aside and delivered a tantalizing bomb in disguise. They claimed they saw right through her her attempts at denial and demanded she bring Dracula back in. They suspected she was hiding him somewhere and that she was somehow under his control-

Dracula laughed loudly at this part because let’s face it. It was ridiculous. Agatha would never allow it.

-Anyway, Zoe used her quick thinking and decided to strike up a deal with the board representative and-

“What kind of deal.” Dracula asked crossing his arms.

“I was just about to get to that part if you’d stop interrupting me.”

“Well then by all means, please. Carry on.”

Zoe rolled her eyes but continued.

“Basically they said they’d keep you a secret from the rest of the board and organization if you agreed to meet with their exc and exchange information regarding all things Vampire. They might also want to run some more test.”

Dracula pursed his lips, “So basically just another foundation/organization, we’re just cutting out the middle man, middle man being the -“

“Jonathan Harker Foundation, yes, also meaning we lose a huge chunk of our sponsors if we go through with the deal. The foundation is struggling as it is, I don’t know if it’ll survive another pay cut like this.”

“Yes, terribly tragic. Oh well, I see no other option than to proceed forward with the deal.”

“Of course you would say that, does my work mean nothing to you?” She meant it in the rhetorical sense but Dracula didn’t seem to realize.

“Zoe, if I make this deal there will be no more work at the foundation to do. You can simply just do so at this other organization.”

Zoe was about to comment that that wasn’t the point, that is was the principle, that her family and the Murrays had put so much-

“Zoe, this could be our one chance to learn more about what happened. I-I need to understand Zoe. After.” Here he took a deep breath unnecessary as it was, “after you made me realize that it was my fears holding me back and once I became aware of my circumstance after the incident I have this-this desire to understand what happened, this need to know why. It’s, It’s driving me insane Zoe. I can’t explain it. Just, Please.”

Some very old voice inside of Zoe told her she was being manipulated, but for some reason she didn’t care.

They agreed to the deal and plans were set in motion to meet with the excs the following day.

*****

Zoe can count on both hands the amount of times she has legitimately been nervous in her life; the past year she’s known Dracula making up at least half of them.

Still she shouldn’t be feeling as nervous as she was now, sitting in the lobby of a very nice, very posh building in downtown London. Dracula was sitting beside her, dressed to the nines per usual looking as cool a fucking cucumber.

Zoe suspected it wasn’t possible for him to get nervous in the same sense as she was. No fast pace beating of the heart, sweaty palms, or feeling the blood rush to your ears.

No, she suspected he didn’t have any of those symptoms.

******

When they reached the offices of the executives, Zoe assumed it would be the top floor. It was not.

The excs immediate reaction upon meeting Dracula was surprise, followed shortly by awe, and then finally disgust as it registered that this being killed people for a living.

Literally.

At least they all seemed moderately ashamed with themselves.

‘You’re one to talk,’ the old voice quipped. Zoe chose to ignore it.

*****

Every second they wasted idly chattering was a second more Dracula felt his brain wasting away. Weren’t these people supposed to be experts on all things Vampire? Weren’t they supposed to help him? Not the other way around. They asked all manners of questions, some teetering on the edge of rude to obscene, to downright idiotic and foolhardy. It was as if all information regarding vampires was the swill found in, what was it? The media? The television? Either way it was similar to the books of old that always portrayed vampires poorly.

Dracula was half tempted to give them a live demonstration of his so called ‘powers’ just to get them to shut up, when he remembered he was in public, in a very public building in a very public city.

He decided he’d just have to show them another time.

Probably on their days off.

*****

Leaving the executive room was something close to fresh air, if he needed to breath. Zoe was walking a little quickly, rushing on her way to the elevator. When she paused mid step and rounded on him.

“Was that or was that not odd to you?”

“You mean because we just wasted thirty minutes of our time with a bunch of imbeciles who knew nothing of vampires whatsoever.”

“Oh good so we’re on the same page.”

Dracula held up his thumb and index finger. “I was this close Zoe, this close to ripping off one of their heads!”

“Calm down it wasn’t that awful.” Zoe turned back towards the elevator.

“You’re right, it was worse.” Dracula followed quickly in after her.

“Look. I’m not sure why but the whole situation just didn’t sit right with me, I mean they were our sponsors for Christ sake, how could they not be informed.”

“I don’t know Zoe and frankly I don’t care at the moment I just want to leave here as soon a-“

“Hold on, notice that.” Zoe pointed to the number of floors inside the elevator. “We’re not on the top floor.”

“I don’t understand.” And he meant it to.

“We’re not even on the excs floor, look you need clearance to go up further.”

“Zoe I don’t thi-“

“Shut up, somethings not right here.” Zoe looked around once before stepping back onto the previous floor. She motioned for him to follow. Reluctantly Dracula walked out of the lift.

Zoe glanced around for a few more seconds before deciding something.

“Do me a favor, see that mechanic over there.” She nodded to other side of the office. “Distract them for me will you.”

Dracula let out another small sigh before moving but turned back around briefly, “You know I expect something in return for all my trouble in helping you.”

“I’d expect nothing less. Now hurry up.” She whispered.

Dracula made his way over and grabbed the mechanics attention with soft words and gentle hands. Zoe rolled her eyes as she approached from behind. Ever the charmer. Silently she searched for the key card. Finally she spotted it on the tool kit off to the side, not even on their person. Too easy.

Zoe swiped it.

*****

Back in the elevator Zoe ran the card through a security reader and the lift gave a small jerk as it moved upward.

“My, my Zoe, I hadn’t had you pegged for a petty criminal.”

Zoe flashed him a grin. “Not a criminal, just a Helsing.”

Dracula let out a soft chuckle.

A loud buzzing filled up the space suddenly and Zoe once again tore around in search of her phone. She froze though when she looked at the screen.

Dracula didn’t need to be a vampire to see her tense. Instantly he was on alert.

“Zoe, what’s wrong?”

She glanced up at him briefly before looking back at the buzzing phone.

“It’s Jack.”

“...Lucy’s friend?”

At the mention of the girl’s name Zoe flinched slightly.

Dracula felt himself relax, Jack wasn’t a threat. No matter how much the kid wish’d to be.

The elevator doors suddenly slid open. Zoe seemed torn before placing her phone on silent and stowing it away.

“I’ll call him back later.” Whether she was telling him or herself that, Dracula wasn’t sure.

They stepped out and instantly Dracula wonder not for the first time if Zoe had some sort of sixth sense for uncanny situations. They were in another office, bigger, nicer and far more expensive than the one several floors down.

“I knew it, I knew something was off earlier, someone or ones is trying to keep us from something.”

“The missing puzzle pieces maybe?” Dracula questioned hopefully.

Zoe made a beeline to the largest office in the room.

“I don’t know why, but I feel like we’re really close to something, of discovering something big and - and it’s here in this office.” Zoe didn’t wait for him before stepping through the glass doors. Dracula, finding his curiosity piqued followed after her.

****

TBC

#part twooo #i hope you’re enjoying this so far #ik i am #dracula 2019 #dracula #zoe van helsing #agatha van helsing #johnathan harker #i gotta say while I adore johnny #zoe is really growing on me #shes a BA and I hope she puts dracula in his place

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Hidden Third Party 2.1

Pairing: (on this) Park Jimin x Jeon Jungkook x F!Reader

Genre: Smut (side of flufiness)

Warnings: mentions of sex, sexual innuendos, language, sexual suggestions and the autor trying to be funny

Words: 9,524

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The noise complaint letter sitting on his table was still an embarrassing thing to look at, even after a week. Still, Jungkook secretly kept it because it was the proof of one of the best accomplishments of his life.' Maybe one day we'll let you join. Would you like that?' Sighing, he looked away before he got too lost on his memories, resuming his breakfast by gulping down the rest of his banana milk, then heading to his room to get ready for the day.

Putting on a basic attire - sweatpants and a big white T-shirt - he then sat on his makeshift studio- where was placed the guest room, but since he lived alone there was no need for it -, wanting to edit one of his last cover songs to upload at YouTube, for his weekly release. He was doing pretty well on that and while he had some appointments to sing at a couple weddings, there were also plans for releasing a demo for his self-written songs.

A knock on the door hours later interrupted his mulling over a particular scene - he couldn't help but try to minimize his face's screen time - and getting up, he walked towards the door, where insistent knocking made him shout he was coming to the door.

"Ah, you said that last week, I recall." Upon opening the door he met his neighbor's smirking face and had to look away from the embarrassment of being reminded of that fact. "Twice, if I'm not mistaken." The blond continued teasing with a chuckle to match. The fact that it was true didn't stop Jungkook from feeling even more embarrassed, as he kept his eyes down to the floor wanting the earth to swallow him. Probably sensing his distress the older scoffed, going to pat his shoulder softly.

"Sorry, I just couldn't help myself, I'll stop now." Said, and when Jungkook glanced back up again, Jimin leaned on the door frame and crossed his arms, a grin on the corner of his lips. "That wasn't why I came here anyway."

He shouldn't feel so tense at that moment, but couldn't help to swallow hard as he met the other male's eyes, an unreadable expression on his face. "What did you came here for?" Jungkook wanted to kick himself the moment the words left his mouth, weak and scared like a cornered prey. Still, if Jimin noticed he didn't let it show, straightening up on his feet with a soft smile.

"I wanted to ask you out, actually." Said the blond, as nonchalant as he was asking for a cup of sugar. Jungkook even tilted his head in shock, afraid he hadn't heard correctly. This time Jimin couldn't hold his laughter and broke into a giggle while going to lightly slap his chest. "Yah what are you thinking! I mean it as a friendly way, dude!" His laughter only made the younger feel worse, hand going to cover his violent pink cheeks as best as he could. Why did I react that way? I am well aware that he dates Y/N, and their fucking the other day is a proof they're still together. "Only if that's what you want, and though I wouldn't mind, I still am dating someone already." He continued teasing, and then Jungkook had half a heart to roll his eyes at the smirk the other was displaying.

"Oh fuck off, I was just wondering why isn't Y/N with you." Lied in an attempt of shutting him up, but had Jimin hum not very convinced, even if he tried to keep his stare firm and look the least annoyed. "Either way I'm busy for a while, so I can't go outside."

"Ah, that's too bad... I was hoping to treat you to lamb skewers, I heard the other day you wanted to try them." This is a trap. That was Jungkook's first thought, but still, the bait was set. The best way to drive the boy out of his house was food, mainly if someone else was paying for it. My income barely covers bills and basic food right now... His stomach agreed with him, and he could only hope the older didn't hear it. "Y/N was supposed to go with me too, but she had to go for a small trip due to her job and won't be here till tomorrow."

"So you're using me as a substitute for her?" Squinting playfully, he didn't notice the slip of his tongue, practically confirming he would let himself be used as a substitute if he was given food. Amusement passed through his neighbor's eyes.

"I wouldn't put it that way, I guess we have different concepts about the word." His heart skipped a beat as he was swallowed by shame, thoughts rushing from the dark corners of his mind without a filter. Jimin probably knew what was going on - might as well be written on his face by then - as he bit his lower lip, but must have decided to spare the younger from more suffering, sighing. "But anyway, if you're busy then I'll just have to go by myself..." By pouting, Jimin confirmed Jungkook's suspicions of being indeed a victim of a trap, but at the same time, it was so tempting to just fall and change his mind, since the opportunity was being given.

"Look," He heard himself start, and well, let's just get through with this. "I'm doing some editing on a video, I might take an hour at best - if you're willing to wait... If not I completely get it-"

"Yeah sure I can wait, might as well open my appetite." Beaming a twenty-four-carat smile at him Jimin stepped inside his apartment, as Jungkook just stood there with his mouth gaped, trying to get his feet to move. Okay then.

"S-sure, make yourself at home I... I don't think I have anything interesting on the fridge but feel free to- What are you doing?" Asked, turning as he tried to rake his brain for something he could offer to the visit - or else he'd feel like failing his mother -, but found the other male hot on his tracks.

"I'll get bored by myself. I'll rather watch you work if you don't mind, I'm pretty curious." Was his answer, and Jungkook stared back at the burnt caramel-colored eyes in search of any false sincerity, finding none.

"Alright then, the studio's a bit messy but..." Trailing off, Jungkook then walked to said 'studio' - he felt a giddiness inside while introducing the place as so for the first time - with the most confident steps he could muster, kind of nervous to have someone on his personal space.

As promised Jimin stayed rather quiet while he worked - one earphone in, the other off to not give the impression he didn't want to talk at all -, commenting quietly at some scenes Jungkook was editing, while the boy proudly explained in a short manner where and how they were made.

It had been some time since he felt so comfortable in sharing his work with others, even if he did post most of the covers he did on the internet. But to have someone he just met - sorta - beside him and judging his work even if unconsciously, should give him the creeps, but for some reason Jimin didn't give off nothing but calm vibes so it was rather soothing to have him there by his side, softly humming tunes in a harmony. He seems to have a great voice too.

"I'll be hiring you for my wedding, those are some serious skills!" Commented Jimin after a small moment of silence, so close that prompted Jungkook to jerk to the side, startled. Looking to the side he found the blond's head inches apart from his and blinked upon facing his profile, Jimin obliviously approaching the screen that way to see some details from the scenes on his monitor. Jungkook found himself swallowing hard, trying to not be so overwhelmed by being engulfed on the other's cologne.

It was a dark but soft smell, somehow felt like it would stick to his nose forever, and suited him amazingly. Like the wearer, didn't seem to have a notion of personal space, merging, and finding ways to sink to every crevice it could find. If Jungkook could ever forget the way Jimin smelt like, the studio would possibly still hold his scent. "I'm flattered, but I think you better check that with Y/N, don't you think?" Swallowing as to steady his tone, Jungkook scoffed and glanced back at the screen, hesitant hands doing the last touch-ups.

"Ah, I don't think she'll mind at all, we both agree you've got an amazing voice." The other commented, prompting Jungkook to frown a little. How do they know... "You know when you sing in the shower and we happen to be there too... Bathing." Jimin explained, eyebrows shooting up suggestively. Oh right.

"Oh, sorry to disturb you guys..." He could feel his face heating up while glancing back to the monitor, coaxing a scoff from the older.

"Nah, we're the ones who should be apologizing... We're a little too loud." I don't mind one bit, Jungkook wanted to say, but could only smile back at the blond, shrugging the matter off. For some reason anything that had to do with sex made him feel awkward recently, even more with his neighbor's presence.

When Jungkook finished, Jimin was still humming the song he covered on his key, and by then Jungkook was really tempted on asking him to record a video with him. He too has a good voice and all...

"Oh, so you finished?" He asked, looking up from his phone to find the younger nodding a little awkwardly. A smile made its way his face and he got up, looking a little too cheerful for the occasion, and Jungkook hoped it didn't mean he had bored him. Odd circumstances or not, he and you were the only people he could consider friends - if that applied to you two too - and he didn't want to shoo you away.

"Yeah, I'm sorry it took me longer than expected - I'm still not very used to the program and have to find my way around it a little..." Scratching the back of his head he tried to explain, not making eye contact with his neighbor till a second later when silence installed between the two and he glanced up, finding an expression of slight concern on the blond's eyes. "Anyways, I'll just get changed and-"

"Ah no need for it, you look completely fine! Let's just go, by the sounds your stomach has been making you're as starving as I am." In a quick movement Jimin reached for his hoodie and dragged him out the studio and his apartment following, squinting when the brunet mentioned picking his wallet up and not even giving Jungkook the chance to be embarrassed about his hungry condition.

They walked to the place - which was fairly close to the building - and Jungkook's eyes widened when taking notice of where exactly they were, while Jimin when to open his door and offer his hand as a joke. "Isn't this-"

"Yeah Yoon KoGi, the best restaurant in town on barbecue. Now, don't look at me like that, it is not that expensive here - at least not when you know the owner." The younger's awe must have been stamped on his face, and while pushing the mocking hand away Jungkook nodded in understanding, wondering in what environment could Jimin have met the owner of that famous place - what also kept him distracted of how underdressed he felt.

The place was just like he had seen before on the news when the restaurant won an award of best Korean Barbecue in the whole country, special note to the lamb skewers which were their brand. Looking around amused at how many people visited there - the first version of the restaurant held up only to thirty people or so he read - he ignored Jimin's satisfied and almost parenting expression towards him, picking a nearby menu as they waited at the door for something - or someone, like he would find out later.

"Took you long enough, I don't have all day Jimin - oh, that's your date today?" Eyes glancing slightly down he met the palest man he had ever seen in his life, skin contrasting even more acutely with the dark clothes he was wearing, even if it was mid-spring. Well, I'm not dressed for the hot weather either- wait, did he called me Jimin's date?

"Knock it off grandpa, this is a new friend." Jimin scoffed at the smaller one - his neighbor and the other were practically the same height actually -, turning with a pleasant smile towards him. "Jungkook, this is Min Yoongi, the owner of this favorite place of mine. Yoongi, this is our neighbor Jungkook, he's a singer just like you were," The blond introduced motioning from one to another, and Jungkook bowed respectfully at Yoongi, that grimaced at his neighbor.

"I am a rapper, Park. Daegu's best rapper actually." Stressed, and Jungkook had to double-check the man in front of him, suddenly recognizing the other as the infamous Agust D., a figure that was actually really known on the underground and around some circles in the city too. Jungkook was a fan of his work himself, even trying rapping once but ending up settling with singing, which he thought himself best. Which actually didn't stop him from listening to the heartfelt and sometimes violent tracks. I mean his self-titled track is one of my absolute favorites.

"It is very nice to meet you, Mr. Min," Said with a small bow, having the monochromatic man stare at him with a quirked eyebrow and Jimin snorting at his manners. Not that he was a creep but Jungkook knew for a fact that he was younger than the famous rapper. "Please take care of me."

"Oh whoa, if I knew you'd meet someone so polite I'd even cook the meal myself," Joked Yoongi, snickering almost pleased as he eyed the boy. "But today Jimin will be the one taking care of you today. Don't worry though, maybe next time." Teased, throwing a disarming wink at the younger that blushed profusely at the suggestive comment, turning his eyes to Jimin which laughed satisfied watching the exchange.

"And I still keep asking myself how are you still single with that kind of speech." Jungkook's neighbor tsked, as they all started to walk to a table, guided by a chuckling Yoongi.

"Exactly because of that kind of speech. I'm more of a homewrecker type if you haven't noticed." Beside him, Jimin rolled his eyes and looked at Jungkook with a face that told him to not believe a word - even if they made a little sense -, muttering under his breath that in fact, that friend was a really nice guy.

Quietly guiding the both of them to a table that screamed VIP - it was a set of two heavy chairs in the far corner of the restaurant, really discreet and hidden behind a beautiful aquarium -, he then accompanied them till they made their orders - meaning Jimin chose for both - while under the scrutinizing gaze of that place's owner. While at it, Jungkook occupied himself observing as the two older friends spoke, wondering how a cheerful guy like Jimin had that serious and intense man as a friend. Maybe they studied together? Still, it wouldn't make sense, they don't look like the type to hang out even as teenagers...

"Hey kid, are you allergic to anything?" Yoongi suddenly turned to ask him, snapping the boy out of his thoughts. Raking his head for a second Jungkook then shook his head no, thinking that it was really nice indeed of him to ask, not every place paid attention to that kind of detail. Yoongi hummed then, and Jimin seemed like he was about to ask about that matter when a hand landed on the youngest' back heavily.

"Oh good, I'd hate to see someone choking because of my nuts. Again." Eyes widening with surprise, he turned to meet yet another man - apparently, the chef, if his uniform and hat were anything to go by - grinning pleased at him, while the other two reacted accordingly, Yoongi groaning at the bad pun and Jimin bursting in a giggle with his hand covering his face in embarrassment.

"I didn't want it to go like this but here's the new chef, Kim Seokjin. You know Jimin already and this is his date... Jungkook was it?" Yoongi introduced with a hand motion and Jungkook hesitated for a second being called once more Jimin's date but understanding that the man just wanted to mess with him and nodded with a small smile, shaking the hand that was offered, a little self-conscious at the way the other stared at both of them. "Shouldn't you be in the kitchen? I thought to impersonate Gordon Ramsey was the best part of the job."

Being called out, the impressively wide-shouldered man - and good-looking, Jungkook had to admit - looked at the owner of the restaurant and consequently his boss with a grin. "Sure it is, but I had to come here and serve Jimin one of my puns. Having him laugh is better than seeing the fear on the cooks' eyes." Is everyone a flirt or am I just imagining things? Jungkook asked himself a little bewildered, blinking confused as Jin - like Jimin called him - went to stand beside a still very giggly and bashful Jimin, that slapped his arm playfully.

"You didn't have to be inappropriate with the kid though, he just met you. I won't let you work here anymore if you get sued." Warned the raven-haired man, arms crossing over his chest. Seokjin waved a hand in dismissal, leaning on the table with a smug expression.

"Once I get him moaning with my skewer he won't be able to think of anything else." Shot back the taller, winking with the same 'cool' expression before breaking into the most unflattering laugh Jungkook has ever heard someone produce, while Yoongi seemed about to pluck his own eyes out by squeezing them. Jimin, on the other hand, was about to fall off his chair doubled in laughter, and he was pretty sure his eyes were as big as the plates in front of him. Still, he tried to get his composure back and cleared his throat. I'm not that defenseless.

"If it's yours one wouldn't even do for the taste," Jungkook started, cutting Yoongi's nagging short, "I might be fond of snacks but I came here for a full-course meal, yeah?" And then smiled prettily, happy that his voice didn't waver like he thought he would.

There was utter silence for a moment and Jungkook started to feel a little nervous for the bad joke before Yoongi snorted loud and unexpectedly and the chef stared at him in shock, neck, and ears flushing at the surprising retort. Jimin had his jaw slacked but also looked very amused at him. He couldn't help but blush too, averting his eyes to the napkin on his lap in shame. It wasn't usual for him to talk back, even if in a playful way so Jungkook was insecure about the whole thing and about to apologize, wasn't for a pat he received on the top of his head next.

"The kid got balls huh? Well, I better go do my job while nobody is aware of this shutdown. I'll be taking these, I'll personally make them for you." As the younger glanced up, Jin grinned at him while taking the order paper from Yoongi's hands. It was a little threatening, wasn't Next in line was the latter who had the order paper stolen that went to pat his shoulder affectionately, snickering once more before walking away.

"Hey, they liked you!" Jimin cheered, as both men were out of range, but once more Jungkook's head hangs low, feeling awkward at the whole exchange.

"But that Seokjin looked like he was offended for a sec-"

"Don't worry about Jin, he's going to get over with it. After he disarms you completely, but you can never win with that one anyways. He just loves puns." Shrugged, and the other grimaced at the unhelpful advice. At his reaction the blond chuckled, shaking his head.

"How did you all meet anyways? You guys don't look like people that would mesh together."

The other hesitated a little bit before answering, tongue peeking out to lick at his lower lip. "You can say it was because of Y/N in a way..." He tilted his head with an enigmatic smile playing at the corner of his lips and Jungkook suddenly didn't want to ask anything further. Jimin chuckled.

The boy was very new to all of these things, like flirting shamelessly and engaging in sexual activities - with more that one person even less - so he would seem a lot hesitant to act on something and more so to regret accepting yours and Jimin's proposal. Maybe that's the purpose of this? Maybe they gave up on having me join them and Jimin's paying me this meal as an apology? Thought, and at the same time it was relieving, he felt a little disappointed at that. But he knew it would be probably for the best.

He'd just have to avoid them and maybe even move out to prevent awkward encounters.

"Speaking of which..." Jimin started, and he flinched like his mind had been read by his neighbor but hummed nonetheless, grabbing the cola glass the waiter set in front of both and sipping on it. "We wanted to talk about something with you, but since she went on a trip the task was laid on me... But I think you'd like to speak to me alone about this." It was sort of ominous, and it gave Jungkook goosebumps, even if he tried to convince himself it was because of the cold beverage than the effect of the older male's stare. The boy nodded, hesitantly urging Jimin to go on.

"We know it's something completely new what we proposed to you, and you actually don't have much experience on the... Subject but," Started the man in front of him, leaning forward on the table to whisper. "I need to talk about boundaries with you."

A second ticked, and Jungkook, which was waiting for him to 'kick him out of the party' had to clear his throat. "Boundaries?" Parroted back, eyebrows quirking up.

"Yeah, regarding that thing we proposed you to do a couple weeks ago. Of course, if you still want to do that?" Jungkook found himself nodding a little too eagerly at the question, and Jimin smiled widely at him, pleased.

"Okay then. It shouldn't take too long, and it won't be as awkward since we're both males. Even so, I'll start slow, so you will be comfortable." Jimin sighed, also taking a sip of his beverage, licking his lips so he could continue talking. The little action was observed carefully by Jungkook, which averted his eyes quickly upon noticing his own slip. "So how about kissing?"

"I've kissed before, yeah." The answer was immediate and a bit stammered, and his cheeks felt warm hearing Jimin snickering next, shaking his head. The brunet swallowed nervously, noticing how his neighbor's demeanor changed, eyes with a serious glint staring at him.

"That's not what I meant Kookie." Said, voice lowering to a whisper. "I meant how you feel about kissing if you wouldn't like to, or you'd like to just kiss Y/N..." He trailed off and Jungkook blinked, the image of pressing his lips to your mouth assaulting him, close followed by turning his head and meeting the blond's pillowy ones. That's... Does he mean that?

"I'm... Fine with whatever, I'll let this up to you guys... S-since you're the couple," Shrugging, the youngest glanced down a little embarrassed, hands clutching the fabric of the pristine napkin.

Apparently, he was about to say something, but the waiter came back once more to deliver the french fries Jimin ordered as an appetizer, which made him halt whatever remark he was to deliver while he thanked the service with a kind smile. Still, Jungkook would be forever curious if the 'kissing' extended to his neighbor too... Not that I'd... Be against it or anything but I have never kissed another man before, he thought while nipping at one of the fries, eyes once more wandering to the ones munching at the appetizer as well, a small smile growing there at the notice of being observed.

"It's important to talk to me about this because even if you're willing to try a lot of things, there's probably something I would like to do to you that you wouldn't be so comfortable..." He explained, chin propped on his hand. "What I'm saying is that you should at least mull for a second if there's anything you wouldn't want us to do. Much more than just kissing will happen then, you're aware right?"

Jungkook's mouth went dry and he had to physically force himself to nod in understanding before reaching once more for his beverage, clearing his throat right after a refreshing sip. His whole body felt hot being under the other's gaze, the liquid boiling in his stomach unpleasantly. He wondered that it would be so nerve-wracking to stand millimeters away from Jimin completely naked, and a shiver rolled down his spine.

I almost did though. He and Y/N saw me jerking off to them that day and- "You know that you can bail out anytime right? We're not forcing you to do anything, as excited as we are," Jimin could probably feel the battle in the youngest smile, drawing him back to earth by poking his shin under the table. Jolting at the sudden touch he blinked at the other, shaking his head.

"Yeah I know, and I don't want to bail," taking a deep breath he tried to gather his thoughts for a second. "I think... I just don't know what I should want or ask, I don't know what would be appropriate since... Since-"

"Since we're a couple, yeah I think that's the root of your insecurity right from the start huh?" Jimin chuckled, crossing his feet. Jungkook only knew that because the blond hadn't scooted back on his seat after calling his attention and their legs brushed, a tingling feeling on the spot they touched, even if through the fabric of their clothes. "We already talked about this between ourselves, and both are pretty okay with a third party in our bed. Basically what I'm saying is that the last thing we have to know is where to touch or not to touch you." There it was again, the heavy gaze Jimin gave him as his eyes scanned his face, making Jungkook feel small, even if he knew for a fact he was taller than the other male casually bouncing his leg and sometimes poking Jungkook's shin. It made him nervous, but for some reason, he couldn't move.

"I suppose that... In all the places we usually touch?"

"And where is that?" Jimin seemed to be starting to lose his patience a little, seriousness seeping to his features once more. "Does that mean you'd be okay with me kissing you too? Touching you the way I do with Y/N? Running my hands over your especially sensitive nipples? You should specify things more before we do something that scars and freak you out too mu-"

"Yeah," Jungkook blurted, head hanging low as he glanced down to his lap, gut-churning and whole body buzzing as he tried to avoid so hard all the things his mind was producing as he listened to his neighbor... Before he realized he didn't have to. What Jimin wanted was to him think about how would that make him feel, and by the tightening of his lower abdomen and throbbing below that, Jungkook wasn't against any of that. "I want that too." It wasn't louder than a mutter, and the boy had to peek up to see if the other had heard him.

Jimin looked surprised for a split second before a smirk played on his lips.

"Sorry for the delay, Jin decided to- Oh everything's alright? You seem a little flushed there," Yoongi of all people came to deliver their plate, eyes zeroing on the youngest's face with a little frown. Jungkook's eyes widened, hands going to pat his cheeks and maybe hide his embarrassment - only that it was actually pure lust.

Jimin giggled, the thick air dissipating quickly. "I was just teasing him, it's very easy to get him flustered. You know I have fun with that." At that, Yoongi - to Jungkook's surprise - looked away with an eye roll, muttering something under his breath.

"Anyways, enjoy the food. Hope's not too spicy for you, Jungkook."

"Oh, I like spicy things, don't worry. It looks delicious." Jungkook tried to ease his mood away, smiling at the man that hesitated a little at his expression before mirroring it in a much more light gesture.

"Yeah, but take care, the smallest peppers are the spicier ones." The other retorted with a scoff before turning around and walking away, while Jimin asked indignantly who exactly Yoongi was calling small. Meanwhile, the boy gawked at the oldest's words, wondering what exactly did he meant by that. And If I recall correctly - apart from his height - Jimin isn't what one should call sm-

At his own memories, Jungkook's face blushed violently, pressing his eyes tight to avoid thinking about that man's size, as if it wasn't embarrassing enough he had a good look at it, from the clear image in his head.

"If anything I'm not small, I mean we're about the same size right? Hey, you better start eating before it gets cold," Jimin commented really casually, poking him once more with the tip of his shoe. Glancing back to the blond awestruck, he had to stop himself from snorting at the sight of Jimin's already sauce-stained lips, pouting like a little kid while talking about dick size like it was completely normal. Well, maybe it is, among friends or something...

Without uttering a word, Jungkook started serving himself with the good smelling food, humming delightedly as he took a bite, happy to have good food down his stomach and forgetting about the slight boner he was fighting with the other's words.

"That's a sound I'm pleased to hear. What do I have to do to make you do those sounds more often?" With a wink, Jimin teased and Jungkook almost spit everything he had on his mouth in surprise. The other giggled pleased at the flustered reaction and as Jungkook scowled a bit, promised to stop the teasing for the time being.

And for the extent of that lunch, Jungkook stuffed his face happily and unbothered by his observing neighbor.

After they paid the bill and Jungkook went to thank the chef - and Yoongi - for the meal, both left, Jimin offering to buy ice cream for both.

"Nah, I feel like imposing, you've already paid for the meal." Jungkook retorted sheepishly, making Jimin snicker and push his shoulder.

"Don't worry about that, I'm the one offering." The disarming smile sent his way made Jungkook bite his lower lip as they resumed walking. "If you want though, you can repay me later, somehow." He went on once more and the boy groaned frustrated, pressing the heels of his hands to his eyes. He was having a hard time repressing how turned on he was feeling, more so because he was entirely clad on sweats. I have underwear on, but it can be still very noticeable...

"Why do you keep teasing me like that, is it that funny?" He finally asked, shoulders slumping as he met the other's pace. Jimin sighed.

"Ah, I just want to get a reaction out of you. Like that night, you waited for a cue to come out and still had to gather your courage before kneeling before us right?" Questioned, this time with a serious expression on. Jungkook nodded softly. "I just wanted to perhaps make you more comfortable around me, since you already have some notion on how to act around a girl... I really don't want to freak you out." Explained, hands in his pockets and a slight smile on his lips.

Jungkook nodded once more, as they got into the ice cream parlor and bought two cups with mint for Jimin and strawberry ice cream for himself. "I am a little confused about... What I'm feeling. You know, I've never-" He hesitated, searching his mind for the right words. "But I kinda want it? With you - I mean with both of you..." Voice lowering as they walked outside and he felt Jimin's eyes on him. But the other only waited for him to gather his own thoughts as they continued to walk rather slowly towards the park, where the trees scattered made soft shadows, relieving from the prickling sun from midday.

"Do you wanna taste this flavor? It's really refreshing for this time of the year." Blurted the blond, Jungkook's head snapping up, startled by the off-topic comment. By then they had walked under a big tree, leaning on the trunk leisurely.

"Sure, I usually order strawberry but-" Jungkook was about to reach for the other's cup but before he could even move Jimin quickly moved to hold his neck, pressing his body flush to the taller, lips capturing the youngest' ones delicately. Jungkook made a surprised sound but next thing he knew a hum reverberated through his throat up and he was relaxing on the older's touch, head leaning down to meet his lips properly-

Till Jimin broke the kiss with a scoff upon seeing Jungkook follow after his mouth unconsciously.

"Mint and strawberry is a really interesting combination though." The impersonation of the devil - as Jungkook was referring Jimin as in his head - said almost nonchalant, like he hadn't just tricked him into kissing, and then broke it when he was starting to get into it. Jungkook's face morphed to exactly as he felt like, enraged frustration for being teased relentlessly then given so little to quench his need.

Opening his eyes he watched as Jimin turned away happily resuming his dessert, about to deliver whatever other remarks he still had. Jungkook clenched his teeth, heart still beating a mile per hour and adrenaline rushed through his veins at what he was about to do.

"Hey, I wasn't finished tasting it you little-" Jungkook grunted, grabbing the smaller by the elbow and yanking him back roughly, twisting both their bodies around so now the one pressed against the tree was Jimin, barely registering his startled stare as he crashed his mouth over the other, breathing out in frustration at the indeed refreshing taste of Jimin's lips.

The exchange turned heated as the blond got hang of the situation, scoffing against his neighbor's mouth when the youngest hesitated after a few seconds with his lips pressed to the other male and Jimin took the opportunity to grab at his tiny waist and pull it flush against his while sucking on Jungkook's lower lip, registering a twitch against his lower abdomen. With the incentive, Jungkook went back, mouth gaping to let the other slightly graze his lips with the tip of his tongue, sighing at the tantalizing touch. He felt literally melting on Jimin's lips, like it was comfortable but at the same time so damn teasing to have his plush lips hotly massaging his. As their tongues finally met the blonde hummed, this time comfortably stopping the kiss with a couple of light pecks.

"Better stop here before we get too carried away, hm?" And even if he said that his hands were still firmly set on Jungkook's waist that leaned to press his forehead to the older's shoulder and nodded, hands still gripping at the trunk on each side of Jimin, caging him. Jimin giggled, moving so he'd be released and pushed the boy down to the floor, following suit right after.

Jungkook's head was still hanging low, fringe covering his eyes but Jimin saw as the younger licked his puffy red lower lip and a sly grin was playing at the corner of his mouth. Snickering the older shook his head, pulling his phone out of his pocket for the first time that day.

'Hey babe, any chance you're available in 10-20 min?' He typed quickly, grin growing as you answered right away, letting him know that yes, you'd be free for the rest of the afternoon, followed by your questioning why.

"We should head home, I think it's going to rain," Jungkook commented by his side, eyes up to the sky that really looked too cloudy for that time of the year and Jimin hummed, taking it as a sign that his body was back in control. 'Just pay attention to your phone, I've got a surprise.' Your boyfriend answered with a winky emoji to match, biting his lower lip as he got up and followed the boy that was already some steps ahead of him.

Jungkook, like the little full baby he felt like, was completely distracted and ready to take a nap as soon as he arrived at his apartment, completely unaware of Jimin humming contently as he plotted something.

"Ah, at the end this did end up being a date, isn't it?" The blond commented offhandedly, while waiting for the lift. Jungkook glanced at Jimin, taking a second too long to understand what his neighbor meant, only then recalling his earlier comment. The boy scoffed, looking away with a flushed face, as the whole kissing scene played once more in his head. It's true, but he shouldn't say it, should he?

"Thought we agreed you would stop teasing me already..." At that Jimin snorted, pulling the elevator's door and pushing the younger inside playfully, walking in afterward.

"I can't help it, I really like your reactions. Besides," he started turning to press the button to their floor, a sly grin playing on his lips. "If you liked it, we could do that more often." Proposed, and Jungkook stared a little surprised at his face. But what about Y/N?

"Sure, next time I'll treat you guys for a meal." He tried to be discreet on what he was implying but only saw Jimin's grin widen as he understood what the younger meant.

But it was something that Jungkook was extremely curious about, yours and Jimin's relationship, of course. He was pretty impressed that you were so cool with him sort of invading their privacy then, and really had a hard time wrapping his mind around the matter that night, before he had the guts - or lost his mind - to just go watch the two of you and get off to it.

Even more, he wanted to understand how both of you worked, since Jimin seemed so at ease about what had happened that afternoon, where they practically made out in the park at broad daylight. He really looks like he loves Y/N but I just don't understand... Jungkook frowned a little, mind once more wandering to dangerous places, the idea that soon he'd be not only invading but being a part of their privacy shooting arousal in his gut before he tried to control it, shaking his head and just walking forward when the doors opened.

"Wait is this the right floo-" As Jimin halted his steps at the door, Jungkook crashed against his back with an oof, making the older stumble and almost fall haven't he caught himself on a nearby wall. The other boy went stiff, swallowing dryly as he noticed that he had bumped Jimin strongly, and he had probably felt the growing bulge digging on his back.

"I-I'm sorry I wasn't paying attention, are you alright?" He tried, reaching for the other that only chuckled, hand on his chest as he caught his breath a little startled. Jimin chuckled, dismissing him with a wave and resuming walking through the hallway to their respective doors. As he didn't comment anything, Jungkook fell in the false idea that Jimin didn't notice his awkward boner and relaxed a little, fiddling with his keys in front of his door.

He wondered if he should invite his neighbor for a coffee or something since he'd been so nice to pay for their mean and dessert, but at the same time, Jungkook felt a growing need to just say goodbye and throw himself on the bed and take a nap - or hump the mattress as quietly as he could - to try and ease how strung up he was. There's no way that I can jerk off and not be heard, apparently.

Jungkook sighed. So much for having blue balls. "Hey, do you want to come for a coffee? You know, as a thanks," he still tried, eyes on the floor as his mother nagged at him on the back of his mind about teaching him better than that.

"Thought you wouldn't ask," his head snapped up at the sound of Jimin's voice so close, breath hitching upon meeting his eyes. The boy felt himself shrinking under the smaller's gaze, and would only notice a little later, that he had indeed leaned back to his door, ducking a bit intimidated at the blond's heavy gaze. "If you want I can even give you a hand..." The smirk was completely ignored by the youngest as he shook his head with widened eyes, twirling on his feet quickly as to hide his increasingly embarrassing state. Sweatpants were such a bad idea...

Getting inside the apartment, Jungkook practically rushed to the kitchen to get started with the beverage, nervously telling Jimin to feel at home and play some music or something. He wondered if he could let the coffee maker and sneak off for enough to go change his pants for at least some dark shorts or if it'd be too noticeable. Maybe I can try to touch myself really quick? Pondered, looking down at his crotch, to the boner that this time didn't look like it was going to get down any soon. Placing a hand over his bulge Jungkook huffed, shutting his eyes tightly as he tried to concentrate just like he had done at the park and get his dick to soften.

"Hey what's the wifi password?" Jimin asked from the living room, making Jungkook jolt. Walking to the kitchen's door frame, he peeked half his body out to look at the other as he glanced up from his phone, expectant eyes, and a little pout on his lips.

"Uh, I think it's in a paper under those books..." The brunet pointed out, having the other twirl to the pile beside the TV, and Jungkook used the moment to turn away to the coffee maker once again, finishing off the process so he could go change quickly into something less noticeable. This is ridiculous.

Hesitating was his fault, since as he stood in the hallway, thinking on what exactly he should tell Jimin - that he got coffee on his clothes? No, that wasn't even done yet - and taking deep breaths to let himself down, his neighbor called again, going as far as walking to get him in the kitchen.

"Jungkook, can you please help me with th- Are you okay?" Jungkook let out a deep sigh, relieved that his semi was down in time and Jimin tilted his head curiously at the boy which breathlessly acquiesced, asking if he needed something. Squinting a little Jimin measured the brunet quickly, but then settled for smiling. "Yeah, I need help with this, I'm not very good with tech, so..."

If Jungkook was paying some attention to what he was saying, he'd notice the lie. He'd know that someone so close to his age would have at least the basic notion to turn on, pair and connect a BlueTooth to his speakers, or at least try to plug the damn thing on with the cable. But the innocent boy was too focused on keeping his cool around that tempting neighbor of his, that he'd just fell straight into the final step of what he'd call a trap once more, later on.

"Oh, so that's why that device couldn't find it, it was turned off all this time!" Jimin's chin was pressed on Jungkook's shoulder, looking over it as the other fiddled with his mobile, both standing in the middle of the living room as the youngest helped him with the supposed difficulties. Jungkook snickered trying so hard to function while having the blond's voice so close to his ear hearing his interesting hums, oh's and ah's that every explanation he gave was barely muttered and he almost didn't understand them himself.

As he pressed on the playlist the friend indicated, low R&B tunes started to play, a voice he thought familiar coming out from the speakers. "Hey, isn't this that singer, Kim-"

"Taehyung, yeah! He's actually a friend of mine, you know him?" Getting comfortable, Jimin placed his arms on the boy's shoulders, and at any other time, he'd think hilarious that the older was probably tiptoeing a bit to reach that position comfortably but at that moment Jungkook was too stunned at that smile of his, so within reach that it would only take a small movement from his head to meet his neighbor's lips.

"Yeah, I-I mean not personally, uh..." Snapping quickly from his spell Jungkook was saved - or so he thought - by the coffee maker, that biped in the kitchen, letting them know the beverage was ready. "Oh the coffee is ready, do you want s-"

In the back of his mind, Jungkook knew Jimin would get him back for pulling that stunt on the park and as his shirt was yanked with a strength he wouldn't dream his neighbor to have - well, he had an idea that he wouldn't be someone weak at all, but Jungkook practically tipped back - he didn't think it'd be that soon. "Ah ah ah, you don't get to run," the blond muttered rather smug, breaking in a giggle as in the attempt to maintain his balance after the younger's body collapsed to his, held the tiny waist with an arm but ended up still stumbling backward, barely missing the couch behind them.

"But what about t-the coffee-" Jungkook tried to writhe away, only having his waist squeezed a little tighter to stop his movements.

"Don't worry about it we have one that does the same noise, so you'll be fine." Jimin chuckled, hissing slightly as he sat more comfortably behind the boy, chin returning to its previous place, this time comfortably set on the curve of his neck, in a manner that it took only Jimin turning his head to press his lips to the burning skin of his neck.

As goosebumps rippled all over his skin Jungkook's will to escape withered away, his own hands squeezing at Jimin's arms as he let out a sigh, eyes closed while the other continued his ministrations. "Let's make a tryout, hm? If you don't like what I'm doing you can tell me to stop. Okay?" The older muttered, and the other's mouth was so dry that he ended up settling on nodding, face too flushed to even open his eyes and Jimin snickered, continuing his task of placing the softest of the kisses on the skin under his ear and down.

Something under him started to vibrate making him yelp, and Jimin gasped as it caused the boy to bounce on his lap.

"Oh look who is it, just in time," Jungkook could hear the smile on his voice, and only then peeked his eyes open to see your name - followed by a heart - blinking on the screen, and panicked for a second before the older's sentence dawned on him.

"You guys planned all this?" He was breathless as he spoke, causing Jimin to chuckle, shaking his head while pressing the answer button.

"I'm just really good at improvising- Hey baby, I was about to call you, sorry." He said, and Jungkook started to feel a churning on his gut, a wrong feeling while still laying practically limp on the other man's chest, not even daring to look down and confirm the state he was in. Barely, he could hear you say something to your boyfriend.

"Yeah, he's here with me, we had a date today." At the honest confirmation, the younger glanced to the side, meeting a bright smile and a wink on his way, almost ignoring how the freehand previously on his stomach wandered off to his hips, the tip of the fingers playing with the skin peeking out. "Yeah, I miss you too, love... Do you wanna see us?" Jimin asked, eyebrows shooting up with a sly smile towards the one placed on his lap, that couldn't actually bring himself to stop the blond. And it seemed like you had confirmed, was the wide grin on Jimin's lips any indication.

"Y/N doesn't mind?" He whispered, not noticing that the call had been automatically changed to video until he heard you chuckle.

"No, I'm actually pretty curious about this." The phone was handed to him, and only then - with a gaped mouth and cheeks tinted pink - he saw where you were, sitting comfortably on a white mattress, cellphone set against something so you'd be fully on display. The room was so well lit he could see every lacy detail of your short silky pajamas.

"You-" He had to clear his head to talk normally, "You look really good." Stated, Jimin humming in agreement by his side.

"Oh why thank you. Jimin said he'd call so I wanted to look good for him... If I had known you'd be with him too then I would have made a better effort." You winked playfully, making Jimin whine and pout in return, and even cracking a smile from him. "But you look really good too, boys. A little flushed, though. What were you playing?" You asked, and Jungkook's heart started beating really fast.

"We were actually talking about doing some tryouts... You know, to set grounding for the big day," Jimin explained, and you hummed interested, a grin playing at the corner of your mouth.

"You got into my boyfriend's claws didn't you?" You giggled at the sight of Jungkook rolling his eyes. "But don't worry, that's just because he's so much more cunning than we are."

"No, you were actually easy to fool babe," Sliding his hand up Jungkook's shirt, he made the boy gasp as his fingertips brushed a nipple ever so slightly, electric currents branching inside his body. "Kookie here was a delicate task to manage, but as you see... I've got him where I want him." Aided by Jungkook's jolting, Jimin leaned down enough to be able to place his phone to the coffee table, where he set it against that same book pile from earlier. When did he move those there?

"Uh, that's some view you got there huh?" Jungkook couldn't really see the miniature of their figures on the screen, but could imagine how it was looking like with Jimin sitting behind him, that laid on the older's chest with parted legs framed by Jimin's - that being a dancer didn't even flinch with the slight stretch -, a boner straining almost painfully inside his boxers. "I'm very curious about what's underneath all that... The other day we only got a sneak peek," You commented, a coy smile playing on your lips.

"Whoa dear you're so eager," Jimin chuckled, nuzzling his face further on Jungkook's neck. The feeling of the little patch of growing stubble - practically imperceptible to the eye - rubbing on the sensible skin made the boy shudder, lips pressing in a thin line to suppress an appreciative sound.

"Look who's talking. You can't even keep your hands to yourself." You pointed out, biting your lower lip, eyes observing the scene on your screen. Then you gasped slightly, suddenly remembering something. "Oh, Yoongi actually texted me to tell you had a date with him, not even fifteen minutes ago. Did you had fun?"

"He was snitching on me already? That guy doesn't waste time," Your boyfriend snickered, shaking his head. "Funny because he looked like he was very interested in this baby here. Even Jin seemed intrigued by you, right?" Trying to come down from the feeling of Jimin's wandering hands, fingers caressing underneath his shirt tauntingly, he didn't catch on time that the question was directed to him until the blond decided to call his attention by delivering a rather rough pinch to his nipple that made him whimper loudly, back arching off the older's chest.

"Baby, don't be so mean to him... Though you sound so good, Kookie... Are you okay with this? My boyfriend playing with you for a little?" You asked, even looking a little wary he'd say no and call off the whole thing. Jungkook swallowed hard, eyes virtually meeting yours through the screen and nodded slowly, the desperation of having someone taking care of his release at that point far more enticing than any shame he had left.

"But can I-" Jungkook hesitated a bit before speaking, actually drawing Jimin's attention to his face as he licked his lips, trying to find the right words with a dry mouth. "Will you play with us too?"

At first, there was a moment of silence as they maybe tried to understand what was Jungkook going at, only to have Jimin snorting beside him and you opening the brightest smile he'd ever seen so far. His cheeks burned, thinking he had said something ridiculous.

"You are so cute, Kook. I almost feel bad for corrupting you," The one holding his body hummed delighted, your small giggle agreeing with his statement.

"Of course I will be playing, dear. Sure I'd be better if I was there with you guys, but this will have to do, for now, okay?" You shrugged, one of the straps of your top sliding down your shoulder and giving both of the men a sneak peek of the top of one of your breasts. You didn't bother fixing it, grinning satisfied as Jungkook nodded at the hidden promise in your words, your boyfriend mirroring your gesture.

"Yeah, it wouldn't be fun if we only watched you right? We wanna play too," retorted the blond, fingers trailing softly over Kook's torso. The statement made the younger stiff a bit, the thought that his neighbor would also need to have his release worrying him a little. Jimin sensed his preoccupation right away, nudging his neck with his nose. "Don't worry, you call the shots here. I won't do anything you don't want to." His words were comforting, but in the back of his hear the one that Jungkook didn't trust was himself, afraid to accept anything it was offered to him if it meant getting his release.

It sounded selfish, but the boy had the certainty that he wouldn't react like that was another person touching and talking to him like that. He'd been harboring a lust for both of you for about six months, and that pent-up frustration didn't seem like going anywhere by itself. And he tried, but since that fateful night where he got a little closer to you two, he was convinced that only with the help of both he'd be finally completely satisfied.

"I trust you." Said, voice thick with lust, hands confidently moving from his own lap to the thighs framing his, squeezing the jeans-clad muscles, eyes zeroing on the screen in front of him, on your dark eyes, gaze also laced with lust and excitement.

"That's a good boy," Jimin grunted, the soothing hands leaving his stomach, one grabbing the younger's nape and the other pressing the palm firmly over the crotch, where sensible flesh was twitching and coaxing a soft groan from Jungkook's lips. Unconsciously - or not, the brunet would never know - his neighbor rolled his hips, and the feeling of the obviously stiff member against his lower back was as enticing as the sight of you feeling yourself at the other side, hands tracing your jaw and neck.

You hummed at the other side of the screen, sitting on your knees and revealing more of the expanse of your chest to him as you settled, teeth caging your lower lip. "Now, let's give my baby her private show."

#park jimin #park jimin x reader #jeon jungkook #jeon jungkook x reader #park jimin x reader x jeon jungkook

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Regalo

“Those tamales weren’t half bad for our first attempt.”

”Yeah - we’ll see how we feel later, though.”

”Have some Christmas faith, darlin’. Now’s the time to believe in miracles n all that.”

Sombra smiled to herself as she walked into her storage closet, pulling a parcel wrapped in festive colored paper from one of the lower shelves, hiding the bundle behind her back. As she walked back to the couch where her lover lounged in his post-tamale eating haze, idly worrying a toothpick between his lips.

“Are you just optimistic because we spent almost all of yesterday preparing them?” Sombra nudged McCree’s legs off the end of the couch, allowing her to sit with the parcel pressed against the back of the sofa. “You can say they weren’t good, you know.”

After moving his legs, he sat up, frowning. “But they were!”

“Alright,” Sombra laughed. “Just don’t come to me tomorrow complaining about a stomach ache, comelón.”

If he was going retaliate, the words escaped McCree as he stared at her with his mouth left hanging open. Instead, his gaze shifted to Sombra’s arms tucked behind her, still hiding the wrapped bundle from view. She bit her lip, attempting to keep the laughter in at the way suspicion slowly inched over his features.

“Hey,” he began, voice quiet. “What’re you hiding?” “Me? Hiding something?” Sombra pursed her lips, looking off to the side in mock contemplation. “That doesn’t sound like something I’d do...” The smirk she’d been trying to keep from appearing finally breaking through.

“My ass, it don’t!”

She yelped when McCree pounced, worried for a brief second that his weight might ruin the parcel now pinned underneath her. Remembering the contents of the bundle, she removed her hands and began fending off McCree’s roaming, poking fingers with a few playful smacks.

“Stop!”

The ecstatic grin on McCree’s face reminded her of a boy waking up Christmas morning to find gifts under a tree. “It’s a gift for me, ain’t it?” He was positively beaming.

She giggled, shrugging. “Maybe.”

“I thought ya said you didn’t like gifts on Christmas,” he commented, leaning in until his forehead was pressed against hers.

She merely stared back into his eyes, unwilling to let him faze her. “Don’t twist my words around. I said I don’t like getting gifts because I don’t like getting things I won’t use.” Arching her back, Sombra reached behind her, slowly pulling out the now crinkled gift. “Giving gifts is something else.”

From the way he stared at it, she almost laughed. “Feliz Navidad, guapo.” She nudged the present against his chest, quietly urging him to open it.

He took it from her, moving back to sit down, his hands hovering over the paper until he stopped and looked at her. “Ya didn’t have to, y’know.”

Sombra rolled her eyes with a sigh, letting her head hang. “That’s not what this stupid holiday is about, right?”

McCree chuckled, turning back to his present. “For a minute, I thought you’d gone soft on me.”

“In your dreams,” Sombra grinned, moving to sit on her knees, watching him expectantly. “Just open it, okay?”

“Of course.”

As the sound of tearing paper, Sombra’s mind wandered to thoughts of his reaction: would he be pleased? indifferent? unhappy? The rational part of her brain echoed that it was the act of giving him something that mattered far more but she still remained nervous. She supposed love could do that - make even the smartest people a little dumb.

Once the paper was out of the way, McCree grabbed his gift, stretching and airing it out to get a better look at it. Sombra watched his face for his reaction; something, anything.

“Do you like it?” she asked after a moment, betraying her own apathetic exterior.

“Baby, this is downright charming.” McCree pulled the black sarape against him, admiring the gray patterns along the outer edges. “I’ve been needing a new one for the longest time.”

Sombra shrugged, secretly pleased with how he fussed over it. “I know you have your red one and how much you love it but since it’s looking a bit worn around the edges...”

“Yep. That thing’s been with me for a while now.”

“Figured you could use one more for...relaxing?” she suggested.

Prompted, McCree rubbed his hand over the sarape, eyes widening when he realized the thickness of the texture. Letting out a low whistle, he turned his head. “Damn, this is so soft I almost hate the thought of wearing it out.”

Snickering, Sombra waved her hand. “I washed it already so just try it on. Ándale.”

Laughing, McCree stood. “Alright, darlin’, alright.” He adjusted the sarape, wrapping it around him and leaving it as it was. A new look for him, Sombra mused, and not one unwelcome.

As he stood there, Sombra raised a brow. “Aren’t you going to fix it like you usually do?”

“Mm,” McCree mumbled. “This thing’s so warm I think I might just be takin’ a liking to wearing it like this.” He moved back to the couch, sitting next to Sombra and leaning in to kiss her. “Thank you, sweetheart. I love it.”

She smiled, letting her head rest against his collar as he brought her toward him. “Good. It still needs your scent, though,” she pointed out.

With another laugh, McCree squeezed her closer. “Just so happens that I got something for you, too.”

Sombra lifted her head. “Why? I told you that I don’t like-” Her complaint cut off with McCree placing a finger against her lips with an elongated shush. Irritated, she rose a brow at him, waiting for an explanation.

“I know, I know. I know you don’t like gettin’ stuff you’ll never use.” He winked. “But remember that one time I asked you what you wanted and you told me just to get you something that I liked?”

“I was actually half joking when I said that, vaquero,” she mumbled against his finger.

He tutted, moving his hand to boop her nose before getting up and walking toward his belongings strewn about the other side of the room. After some digging, he brought out a large box wrapped in white paper, a shiny bow adorning the top.

“Merry Christmas, angel,” McCree cooed, handing her the gift as he sat down beside her once again.

She scoffed at the nickname but made no comment, instead already beginning to open the gift. “Is this the part where I say ‘I’m sure I’ll love it no matter what’?”

“I put my heart and soul into choosing this for ya,” McCree said, dramatically placing his hands over his chest.

“Sure, sure.” She couldn’t deny the traitorous, giddy feeling that bubbled within her as she tore through the wrapping. Once bare, she gingerly lifted the lid of the box and placed it aside.

It took a her a moment but she finally pulled out the red, festive-themed chemise by the straps. She studied the flimsy garment; obviously it was meant for the bedroom rather than holiday parties, conveyed both by the design and the appreciative grin that McCree now sported. Inside the box were a few other pieces, no doubt to match the chemise.

“Why am I not surprised?” Sombra finally said, amusement present in her question.

He shrugged coyly. “Ya did say something I’d enjoy. That’d look great on you!”

“I don’t even want to look at the rest,” she laughed, moving to put the lid back on.

“Wait!” At his exclamation, she stopped. “Look through the rest. I promise it’ll be worth it.”

Sombra gave him a small look and he shook his head. “I ain’t lying.”

What else could she do at his insistence? She cursed those convincing puppy-dog eyes and pulled out the other items in the box, until she found a small white case at the bottom of everything. By his eager smile, she assumed that this was her more ‘serious’ gift. Opening it revealed a simple silver chained necklace with a small but beautifully cut amethyst stone. Dangling it from her fingers, she sighed.

“Don’t like it?” McCree asked and even she felt bad at how sad he sounded.

“No, that’s not it, I-” It was a sweet gesture, one that she almost felt she wasn’t deserving of. She didn’t deserve a lot of things in her life, if she were being honest with herself - someone as sweet as McCree, least of all. She just wasn’t so sure she was comfortable with explaining as such. Instead, she decided to go the easy route. “Me encanta. Gracias, Jesse.” She leaned over, placing a kiss on his stubbled cheek.

He smiled in return, slowly offering his hand for the necklace, which she placed in his palm. “Can I help ya put it on, darlin’?”

“Why, thank you,” Sombra teased, turning her body and holding her hair so he could drape the chain around her neck. “Such a gentleman.” Feeling his fingers brush against her skin, both flesh and prosthetic had her dipping her head to brush her cheek along his knuckles.

“There.”

At his announcement, she turned back, craning her neck. “How do I look?”

“You’re a sight,” McCree breathed.

Damn him. No one man should have the power to make her feel this way. No matter how many times she reassured herself that she truly loved him, it was still a scary thing. Incredibly good - still very new, but just a bit scary.

Instead of turning ten shades of red in front of him, she grabbed the gift box, clearing her throat and stood. “Well, I’d better get ready.”

“Whaddya mean?” McCree asked.

She sent him a wink. “You went through the trouble of getting me this. Give me a few minutes and I’ll put this gift to use.”

His eyes widened, the same grin from before reappearing. “Ya serious?”

Sombra only rolled her eyes with a shake of her head, turning to head toward her bathroom until she felt McCree’s arms wrap around her, squeezing her against his warm frame.

“This day just keeps getting better,” he began, lips against her shoulder. “I get three presents instead of one.”

“Three?” Sombra asked. “This would only be the second one.”

“No,” he said, voice devoid of its usual playfulness, causing Sombra to look at him. “The best gift would be me just being lucky enough to have you.” She hoped her laugh was enough to cover the choked sob that wanted to leave her. “Dios mío, enough with the cheesy lines. Now go wait on the bed before I change my mind.” He placed one final kiss to her cheek. “You’re the boss, sugarplum.” With a fake grunt of frustration, she reluctantly left the warmth of his arms and continued toward the bathroom, gift in hand. The thing she loved about McCree was that he didn’t need her to tell him the same thing - in her heart, she knew that he just knew that she felt the same. Sí, maybe she didn’t deserve this, Sombra thought. Maybe she didn’t deserve him, but maybe it also wouldn’t be so bad if she enjoyed it for as long as she was allowed.

#mcsombra #mccree x sombra #fanfic #my writing #sorry i couldn't do a read-more - tumblr is acting stupid again

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