#The fact they notice the little things and automatically are sus if anything is wrong

[lunaslemons]

They're so stupid, I love them

[sirthisisa-wendys]

The Regular (part 3): Geto Suguru x Fem!Reader

synopsis: for Geto, there’s no one but you. And he wants that to be the same for you, too. Why would you even want anyone else? 

wc: 2.4K

tw: nsfw, nsfw, nsfw, please for the love of god dni if you’re minor. smut and more smut follows

a/n: There will be one last part for. wrap-up, but I literally have not written a single thing since before yesterday, so I’m writing today! Hope you all enjoy! 

part 1 part 1.5 part 2

Your finger fidgeted with the edge of your skirt as you sat in Mrs. Lampton’s office, waiting for her freckled face to appear in your line of vision. The office is a direct reflection of who Mrs. Lampton is: dimly lit with orange lighting and vintage movie posters hang on the right side of the wall above a mini zen garden; on the left side, there are various pictures of her as a dancer, the newspaper headline announcing that she had bought the club, and then a picture that featured her and all of the dancers from years ago. On her desk, the club manager had collected various crystals, each one a different color than the rest, and finally, on the wall behind her desk, a sign that read “Complaints will be heard from the hours of 6 am to 3 pm”, which, coincidentally, were hours when the club wasn’t open. 

She had called you in early to discuss something with you, but hadn’t shown her face at all since you walked in and plopped down on the cheap, orange vinyl seat. A moment later, the door to the office creaks open and Mrs. Lampton shuffles in, pushing her short red bangs away from her face. “Hey, y/n, thanks for coming in early for me. Just wanted to speak to you face to face before tonight.” She sounded exhausted, as if she had been dealing with other problems before she got to you.

“Am I in trouble?” you ask, lacing your fingers together nervously. 

“Huh?” The woman looks over at you as she slides the chair out from behind her desk. She shrugs her denim jacket off, revealing the multi colored striped shirt beneath paired with light wash mom jeans. “Why would you think you’re in trouble? Have you done anything to be in trouble for?” She leans forward, placing her pale elbows on the desk and looking into your eyes. 

“No, I--”

“Good. You’ve made yourself practically invaluable here and I wanted to make sure everything was going okay with you and Mr. Geto.” You think about the morning you spent with Suguru and the subsequent night you danced for him in the VIP room, which ended up being a makeout session towards the end. 

“E-everything’s fine.” 

“He’s treating you fairly?” 

“Yes.”

“Not getting too ahead of himself is he?” 

“Ahead of himself?” 

“You know, trying to play savior or--” 

“No, not at all.” In fact, he had insisted that you go back to the club that night and dance, even if it meant it was just you and him. He knew you liked the club; he was just there to make your experience happier.

“Great! Oh, also --” A drawer opens and Mrs. Lampton rummages around in it for a moment before pulling out a magazine. “Thought you would like to see this.” She slaps it down on the desk before turning to her computer and clicking around on it while you pick up the magazine. And there Suguru was, on page twenty-six, strolling alongside his blue-eyed friend - what was his name? Godo? Todo? Gego? Oh, Gogo. Right. 

The headline reads: “Their Companies are Merging, but They’re Total Opposites”. Suguru is dressed for a business meeting in a pair of black slacks and black shirt, complimented by a silver tie. Gogo, on the other hand, is wearing a grey turtleneck sweater and black skinny jeans, also in mid-conversation about something. The caption reads: Geto Suguru and Gojo Satoru have a lot in common: they’re handsome, inherited their wealth, and are very eligible bachelors. But what you don’t know is that they couldn’t be more -

“Why are you showing me this?” The magazine plops down on the desk again and Mrs. Lampton looks over from her screen. 

“You need to know exactly who you’re entertaining. Geto’s family owns an international medical equipment giant, and his friend is literally the heir to the technology company Gautama.” 

You bite your lip at this news, suddenly remembering the magnitude of the situation at hand. Again, Suguru wasn’t just rich, and people didn’t just get into his personal business because he was handsome. One day, he would be the heir to a massive fortune and a company that relied on the public’s approval to maintain its efficacy. One wrong move, and Suguru could lose it all. You need to handle this predicament with care, not with some kind of illusionary idea that he could be--

“I see. Thank you, Mrs. Lampton.” The club manager shifts in her seat, giving you a tender smile before sliding an envelope your way. 

“And this came for you yesterday after you left.” Curious, you open the envelope, and look back up at Mrs. Lampton warily. “Do with it what you will.” 

“I can’t accept this; this is-” 

“Not my problem anymore. I’ll see you later, y/n.” 

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“I can’t accept this.” You hand the envelope and it’s contents back to Suguru, and he frowns deeply, hand slowly reaching out to take the paper. 

“What’s this?” He opens the envelope and takes out the check nestled inside, examining it carefully. “Oh, no.” 

“I can’t accept money from your friend.” 

“No, this isn’t right. Satoru would never…” Suguru shifts forward, trying to examine the check under the dim lighting of the room. “He would never do something like this. He’s an idiot, but he’s not a dumbass.” 

“Why would he send me a check for twenty thousand dollars?” 

“He wouldn’t.” Suguru folds the envelope in half, placing it in his pocket with finality. “I’ll deal with this, princess, don’t worry.” He places a tender kiss to your forehead, peppering your face with pecks until his lips reach yours. You moan into his mouth and slide your hands up to his, which are holding your face, and open your mouth to deepen the kiss automatically. Your tongues tangle between each other, dancing in the space made by your interlocked lips. When Suguru pulls away, you groan, leaning your head back with displeasure. 

“I want you tonight,” you whisper, and Suguru laughs, nipping at your lower lip. 

“You needn’t say another word.” 

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A long-sleeved kimono. 

A pair of men’s pants. 

A silk camisole and matching shorts. 

A grey shirt. 

All of them have been scattered across the room leading up to the four poster bed you’ve been politely deposited on. And the man between your legs is starving. 

He’s putting his hair up in a bun with a hair band, shirtless, while his muscles move methodically. And you’re lying before him, a spread of deliciousness waiting to be devoured by someone who has been deprived of your taste for too long. 

Once Suguru’s hair is no longer an issue, he slides his fingers between your legs, catching the slim digits on your core. You suck in a sharp breath as he begins rubbing your clit, relishing in the gentle touches he lavishes upon you. “Talk to me.” 

“That feels good,” you immediately respond to his command, fluttering your eyes closed. Suguru hums, the answer satisfying him enough that he slips a finger inside of you. You arch your back, pushing your cunt into his palm eagerly and mewling just a little.

“That’s it…” His free hand comes up to snake around the back of your neck and his lips come down to latch onto your right nipple. The hand on your neck slides down to tweak your other nipple as he pulls and sucks with his mouth eagerly, and you buck into his hand again as he tucks another finger inside of you, fully tethering you to his movements. 

“S-Suguru,” you breathe, and his eyes lift to meet yours, focusing on your blissed-out expression. The wine you tossed back before you both began your little tryst wasn’t doing you any favors, and your head swam at the lust-filled expression Suguru wore. Your nipple pops free from his lips and he blinks slowly, tilting his head like he always does when he’s about to ask you a question. 

“Has anyone else made you feel like this?” he wonders above you, and you look up to him, eyes half-lidded. 

“No.”

“Can anyone else make you feel like this?” 

“No… no one else can.” Your response to his stance of absolute ownership obviously pleases him as he snakes kisses down your stomach and flicks your clit with his tongue, fingers still nestled deep inside of you. “Su!” Instinctively you grab his hair, lacing your fingers through the strands as you push his face closer to your core. Suguru grains with pleasure, removing his fingers and diving head first into you without another word; his slick-covered hand pushes your right leg up, and the other hand rests on your hip lazily. 

But his tongue is anything but lazy as he eagerly attacks your slit, reminding you just how hungry he really is. When his other hand moves off of your hip and to the outline of his cock in his boxers, you want to help him palm his erection, wind your fingers around his length and tug, but you’re too far away. The solution comes moments later. 

“Su,” you begin, huffing as he continues to eat you out, but looks up to meet your eyes. “I want… I want to sit on your face.” His eyebrows shoot up at the request, and the black haired man pulls away from your core and kisses up your right leg before sitting up on his knees. 

“Then switch with me.” 

The command is yet again met with no resistance, and once Suguru settles in on his back, you carefully swing your leg over his shoulders, lowering yourself onto his face. Large hands rest on your ass cheeks as he resumes his feast, and your tiny hands find his cock, snaking beneath the waistband of his boxers with ease. 

When you first touch his member, he jolts a little then moans directly into your pussy. You never really noticed just how thick he was until that moment, sliding the offending fabric down until his cock is right in front of your face. You stroke it - fingers not even close to meeting around his thickness - and lick the tip with care then lower your whole mouth down his length.

“Oh, my god,” Suguru moans, the sound muffled by your thighs so it sounds more like a breathy “uhhmahgah” than anything else. You begin to bob your head and build a rhythm to your sucking, rarely stopping for air. You know you’re doing a good job when Suguru’s fingers on your ass tighten and his tongue stutters as you slowly build his orgasm. In the dim lighting of your usual, beautiful hotel room, you hope that no one can see you or Suguru pleasuring each other with abandon. That would make a very interesting headline. 

“Ah!” Suguru flips you over with a push which lands you on your back, head facing the footboard. He climbs over top of you, eyes still focused on your face, and lifts your legs back up, pushing your knees to your chest. 

“You were doing your job a little too well down there,” he hisses, lining himself up with your dripping core. You laugh for a second before he anchors himself with the backs of your knees and slowly sinks into you, hissing as he sheaths himself completely within your walls. Missionary… he loves it, and you do too, especially when he leans forward and presses his chest against your weak thighs. He can watch your face as he moves within you, and it’s the very fact that he’s the cause of your immense pleasure that spurs him on to a mind-bending orgasm. But you want something different… something new. 

“Wait,” you breathe, and Suguru looks up at you with curiosity. “We should… try something new.” Your mind flips through the endless pages of the Cosmopolitan rags in the dressing room, and you settle on something you’d seen just before your second day at the club. You lift one leg up precariously, and Suguru instantly catches on to your imagined position, turning you on your side. While snatching a pillow from behind him, he tucks your lifted leg over his shoulder and places the pillow under your back, where it supports you from falling over. 

“Fuck yes, that’s amazing,” you whine. He slides back into you with ease, holding your leg as he fucks you senseless. 

“Oh, yeah…” His groans mixed with your mewls of ecstasy fill the room, making a sweet symphony of noise for the neighbors (or someone above you) to hear. Skin slapping, grunts, rough touches and tender caresses -  everything you’ve grown to anticipate and desire from this man who has absolutely bewitched and been bewitched by you - are present right now. Nothing could take you out of this dream turned reality. “Y/n… this is heaven.” 

The admission from the man is accompanied by a stare that reaches down to your soul, and your hand flies to your clit. You want to make yourself cum and fast. He’s saying all the right things… doing all of the right moves, and you --

“I can’t let anyone else have you.” 

“Su--” you choke out, hoping that he would hear your pleas beyond his pleasure. “Su, I--” 

“Don’t need… t’say... a word,” he grunts. “I already... know.” He gets faster and deeper, stretching you past what you thought you could take and bringing you even closer to orgasm than you thought possible. “Just cum... Cum for me... That’s all I want.” 

Your fingers are working just like Suguru is, not pausing for even a second to give you any sense of reprieve. He litters kisses along your ankle and down your calf, all the while fucking your brains out. His hands knock your fingers away and do what only he can do, rubbing your clit better and faster than you can.

“Please… cum for me, princess.” Hot air drags into your throat and you exhale in what sounds like a dying woman’s groan, clutching at the sheets with all of your strength. Your walls spasm around his cock, and a wetness drenches your lower legs, sliding down onto the red fabric beneath you. 

“You’re so perfect,” Suguru whispers, closing his eyes. “You’re such a good girl… cumming all over me like that; god, I’m gonna--” His breath hitches in his throat as he unloads in you, his cock throbbing angrily as it deposits loads of cum inside of you. He shudders long and hard, practically hunched over your figure while you recover, panting deeply. 

A haze settles nicely over you while Suguru adjusts himself carefully and softly smooths a hand over your sweaty face. 

“Do you want to go again or should we call for new sheets?” 

“Again,” you answer definitively, and he smiles down at you before pressing a kiss to your cheek and murmuring, 

“I love it when you say that.” 

[immaturityofthomasastruc]

IOTA Reviews: Furious Fu

Well, I'm surprised this is here so quickly, but here we are. The first episode of Season 4. While I was on the fence about reviewing it even though it isn't in English (though there’s one in Spanish with English subtitles), but it seems like there are people that want to see me do it anyway, so who am I to let them down? Hopefully, I won't be regretting my decision to go over every episode of this season later on.

Will Marinette's new position as Guardian lead to more storylines other than her suffering? Will the show actually resolve the whole Love Square debacle this season? Why am I asking you all these questions?

Let's dive right into the first (actually sixth because of course it is) episode of Miraculous Ladybug's fourth season, Furious Fu.

We start off with all of the Kwamis under Marinette's care asking to see Former Master by Default Fu, before Marinette reminds them, and by extension, the audience, that he erased his memory during the events of last season, making her the new Guardian. They continue to act like hyperactive children until Marinette finally caves in and carries them in her backpack, although not before they give us one of the most unintentionally creepy images in the entire show.

I apologize in advance for your nightmares tonight.

The only Kwami who stays is the Dog Kwami, Barkk, who looks like she's going to see if Marinette's parents have any wine in the kitchen once she leaves.

Marinette heads down to the train station, where she meets up with Fu and Marianne, a former confidant/old flame who he recently reunited with. It turns out that inbetween Seasons 3 and 4, not only has Fu been living in London with Marianne while taking up painting as a hobby, but they've actually gotten married. So yeah, while Marinette has to deal with the stress of protecting some of the most dangerous artifacts on the planet, Fu's just been chilling in London, oblivious to the fact that he forced a teenage girl to do his job for him. Nothing but the best from this show's wise and lovable “mentor”.

After heading back home, Marinette sees a strange man who has broken into her room and demands to know where she got the Miracle Box from.

This is Master Su-Han, the former Guardians before Fu accidentally killed them all. He's naturally not happy with the “improper” form of the Miracle Box (he's not the only one) and wants to know how Marinette got in in the first place. When she says she got it from Fu...

Yeah... while it isn't as obvious as “Animaestro” and “Felix”, you can kind of tell that this is a “turn the critics into enemies” episode. Even though the criticism towards Master Fu isn't as prevalent as the criticism those episodes were meant to call out, there have been some fans on Tumblr and Reddit who have criticized Fu's actions in the show, calling out his decision to make Marinette a guardian in particular. Likewise, Su-Han is meant to be a strawman to mirror the complaints, and show why they are ridiculous. Though ironically, Su-Han's dialogue and rules also unintentionally highlight how incompetent the Order of the Guardians was, but we'll get to it later.

But because the script says she has to, Marinette defends Fu's decision to make her Guardian. She even refers to Fu being the reason the Guardians were all killed in the first place as a “mistake”.

NO HE DIDN'T! How was what Fu did in any way a sacrifice? When he made Marinette the new Guardian “Miracle Queen”, All Fu really did was make the box float for a bit before it immediately landed back in Chloe's hands. If the box had magically floated over to Ladybug in the process, I'd see why Fu would have done it. It'd still be reckless, but it would be a good way to escape from Hawkmoth and Mayura's trap. Hell, the Kwamis had already refused to let Chloe transform when she had their Miraculous, so there was no real threat there. We don't even know if Hawkmoth knew how to transform with the other Miraculous. So again, I raise the question: How was Fu forcing Ladybug to take his job while he gets to paint in London a heroic sacrifice? How can you even frame that as anything but cowardly?

Su-Han notices a few of the Kwamis are missing, and takes notice of Plagg, who was shown to devastate Paris with a single tap to the ground, being missing in particular. He's even more horrified to see Marinette's earrings, because, get this, Guardians aren't allowed to wear Miraculous.

You're telling me that if someone gets their hands on a Miraculous and goes rogue, the Guardians are supposed to fight them with their bare hands? They don't even explain it by saying something like how the Guardians aren't supposed to be tempted by the power of the Miraculous, we're just supposed to accept that rule as fact. How are you supposed to fight someone with superpowers like illusions, shapeshifting, teleportation, and time travel on your own?

So Su-Han orders the Kwamis back into the Miracle Box (still don't get why they have to listen to him) and lists off some of the rules Marinette broke like he was a Ferengi reading the Rules of Acquisition. He does all of this while voicing several concerns fans have about Marinette being Guardian, but rather than being out of concern or compassion for her, it's condescension.

It's pretty easy to understand Su-Han's side of the story, and if the episode actually acknowledged it, I wouldn't mind. But no, everything he says is automatically supposed to be wrong, because when has anything with a different viewpoint portrayed as a good guy in this show?

Su-Han orders Ladybug to take him to see Cat Noir before demanding they both hand over their Miraculous, and we learn something interesting about the Order of the Guardians.

ARE YOU KIDDING ME!?

Of all the stupid Guardian rules Master Fuckup didn't blindly follow, it's the rule that Miraculous are ONLY SUPPOSED TO GO TO ADULTS!? Why the hell did he even recruit Marinette and Adrien in the first place if Miraculous for adults to use? What did he even see in them? All they did was help him once!

And again, we're supposed to see Su-Han as wrong for doing this. Why can't Ladybug simply tell Su-Han about Hawkmoth and ask for his help before she returns her Miraculous to him? That way, Hawkmoth is defeated, and Su-Han gets the Miraculous back. And it's not like Ladybug doesn't try to talk things out with Su-Han, so you can't say she didn't consider it. Oh wait, that would imply Su-Han is supposed to have a point in his claims.

Though to the show's credit, Su-Han's words do get to Ladybug, causing herself to doubt herself and her ability to stop Hawkmoth, but Cat Noir helps to reassure her, saying he'll only return his Miraculous only if she asks him to. It's a brief moment, but it's nice to see him place his faith in his partner in a platonic way.

Less nice to see is Cat Noir finding out that if Ladybug gives up her position as Guardian, she'll lose her memory like Fu. Except... Cat Noir was there when Miraculous Ladybug failed to restore Fu's memory, so why does he see this as new information? Did he only think it would happen to Fu? Did he lose some of his memory at the end of the last season?

This information is enough for Cat Noir to start a fight with Su-Han, with Ladybug abandoning any attempts at diplomacy by declaring that Cat Noir won't lose his Miraculous. It's a little frustrating to see them engage Su-Han, but again, this is meant to show Cat Noir trying to protect Ladybug so she doesn't lose her memory. This scene still does a good job showcasing the bond the two heroes have. It's far better than anything we got from the New York special.

Su-Han is trained in... Oh God... Mirakung-Fu, which somehow gives him the ability to predict Ladybug and Cat Noir's moves before they make them, comparing it to his rage “adaptating and always finding a way”. Translation: Astruc ripped off something else from Dragon Ball, Ultra Instinct. Ladybug distracts Su-Han and gets the Miracle Box, while Cat Noir gets his staff. After briefly trapping him under some rubble (which I guess doesn't kill him because of his “Mirakung-Fu”), the two heroes escape.

Meanwhile, Shadowmoth, the upgraded form of Hawkmoth that I'll talk about in his debut proper, senses Su-Han's negative emotions and sends out an Akuma after him. Su-Han sees Fu painting in the park, and steals his cane, thinking it's a Guardian's staff he can sue to track down the Miraculous. When the Akuma reaches him, Su-Han uses a technique to repel the Akuma completely. I like this idea. It makes sense that a monk would find a way to mask their emotions and achieve enough of a state of zen to ward off an Akuma. The Akuma instead reaches Fu, turning him into Furious Fu.

I like the design of this Akuma. While I personally thought it could have made for a more interesting fight if he was still short (like Yoda's fight scenes in the prequels), I think it's really clever to incorporate Fu's Hawaiian shirt into what looks like a Chinese gi. Furious Fu's powers are kind of like Evilustrator, only he has to draw down a Chinese character on a talisman before the power takes immediate effect, and lacks the weakness Evilustrator had with his tablet being easily breakable, with the corrupted object, a paintbrush on his ear, being harder to reach.

Ladybug and Cat Noir retreat to the unnamed stadium that the local school has gym class in for some reason, where they're confronted by Su-Han, who in turn, is confronted by Furious Fu. This leads to a three-way fight for the Miracle Box, which they all kick around like a soccer ball. Cat Noir even gets a goal. All around, pretty fun bit, though not for the Kwamis, I guess.

As soon as he sees Furious Fu get the Miracle Ball, Su-Han hides while Ladybug and Cat Noir get beat up by the Akuma. While he does get up eventually, he's still taken out by Furious Fu. Apparently, Su-Han's “Mirakung-Fu” is only useful against Miraculous holders, not supervillains created with the powers of a Miraculous. How the hell does that work? That's like being a trained soldier in the Marine Corps who's terrible at laser tag.

Ladybug uses her Lucky Charm (again, I'll talk about the suit change for its proper debut episode), and gets a pair of wire cutters. She uses them go get a soccer ball from a nearby container while Cat Noir keeps Furious Fu busy. Furious Fu, in turn, uses one of his talismans to predict Ladybug's plan, and manages to immobilize both heroes, but not before Ladybug traps the soccer ball underneath Cat Noir's arm before Furious Fu can use his Cataclysm against him.

How do they stop him? By having Marianne casually walk up to him and break the paintbrush while he's distracted. Honestly, that's a pretty funny payoff. Not “Puppeteer” or “Bakerix” funny, but it's still one of the funnier Akuma defeats I've seen. Another funny joke is Cat Noir using his Cataclysm on a soccer ball before he accidentally uses it on Ladybug and Marianne for their post-victory fist bump.

Later on, after Marinette sees Marianne and Fu off while the latter continues to avoid responsibility, Su-Han apologizes to her, and decides to trust her. He'll still take away the Miracle Box if she screws up, but it's a start to someone Marinette can at least consult Guardian to Guardian.

And honestly? I think this episode is a pretty good start to Season 4. It really feels like the writers are learning from their mistakes in Season 3.

Yes, Marinette is blamed by Su-Han, and while it is frustrating to turn Su-Han into a strawman, unlike other Season 3 episodes where Marinette is blamed, the blame itself is unwarranted, and by the end of the episode, it looks like Su-Han is willing to change, as he apologizes to Fu after he's de-evilized. That's a lot more than I can say for Astruc's other straw characters like Chloe and Felix. Sure, some of Su-Han's concerns are brushed off, but it's still a start.

From what little we saw of him, Cat Noir is also a lot better, really showing the character development promised towards the end of “Miracle Queen”. He's thankfully turned down the flirting, and I can only hope he keeps his promise as the season goes on. I hope we get an episode or two showing his perspective on Ladybug becoming Guardian, and how he feels less like her actual partner now. You know, something that can reinforce their bond as partners.

My biggest complaints from the episode really come from the way Fu is portrayed, and even then, it's only because of events that happen because of what he did last season and how much of a screw-up he is, despite the narrative trying to tell the audience he isn't. Then there's the revelation that Fu's cane has the ability to track down Miraculous. So... we're seriously learning this now? Why didn't Fu use it earlier to look for the two missing Miraculous? He literally has a Miraculous detector! But hopefully, the consequences of Fu's actions won't affect this season too much.

So yeah, I'm actually feeling pretty optimistic about this season so far. Maybe Season 4 won't be that bad after all.

Oh.

Oh no...

[kookiebunnii]

what happens after || kim taehyung

→ summary: in another universe, do you think we could’ve ended up together? OR exploring how your memories with taehyung intertwine with your slow recovery from a life without him.

→ pairing: idol!taehyung x reader

→ genre: exes!au, post-breakup angst

→ word count: 4.4k

→ warnings: n/a

→ a/n: i always wanted to write something exploring the feelings of separation after a relationship. there’s a lot of works out there detailing the process of falling in love, but i think there’s something redeemable in the process of recovering from love as well. 

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The morning after might be the hardest part.

After a night of tossing and turning, drifting aimlessly between sleep and consciousness, the sun rises like it always does. When the dawn breaks, you open your eyes slowly, hoping that when you open them—Taehyung would be there.

But of course, he isn’t.

Because if he were, you’d already be in his arms. Taehyung loved to hold you while he slept, as if it comforted him knowing that he had you within his grasp. You never minded it, because the warmth he exuded was critical for lulling you into your dreams with ease. He smelled nice, like soft detergent on freshly washed sheets mixed with something so uniquely him. You would languidly lay in bed, curled into his chest, resting happy knowing that he’d still have you when you wake the next day.

When you broke up with him the night before though, this unrealistic expectation somehow still remained. It persistently presses against your heart, trying to win out against reality, until you were forced to longer believe in it. Gazing forlornly at the empty pillow next to you, missing the person who used to always sleep on the right side of the bed, your heart breaks all over again.

If you close your eyes tight enough, grip the blankets hard enough, you could almost feel his arms around you again. You could see Tae, dark locks messy with sleep, grumbling in annoyance as you try to poke him awake. He always mumbles ‘five more minutes’ before pulling you closer and burying his face in your neck. You’d always let him have his five minutes; in fact, you grew accustomed to setting your alarm a few minutes earlier just to ensure the two of you would still be on time. You wonder if he knew this.

Laying there in a bed that suddenly feels too big, you have no choice but to accept the fact that this was only the first day in the rest of your days without Taehyung. If you could push past the pain you felt today, things would get better. They had to, because how else were you supposed to survive a break-up?

But the loneliness and the hurt have made their residence within your chest, and you feel too weak to face the day. You can barely get yourself out of bed, so you decide to call into work sick that day. You were a star employee, so they surely would offer you a day off if you really needed it.

You spend the rest of the day staring at that empty pillow.

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Prior to meeting Taehyung, you’d never dated a celebrity or anyone with as much popularity as he had. Given how big he and his group were, you should expect his face plastered everywhere you went in advertisements and other endorsements.

It was overwhelming, to say the least.

On your way to work you’d always listen to music, something upbeat and catchy to pull your attention away from the fact that he was everywhere. You wonder when they’ll remove the BTS advertisement for Chilsung Cider from the interior of this subway train. It’s been here for the past few days—surely they’ll have newer product placement coming soon. Despite the cheery beat of the current song playing from your earbuds, you can’t help but notice the small smile on Tae’s face. It’s the one he uses for professional things, the kind that makes his eyes glitter just enough to seem real. But you knew with aching familiarity how to easily get that boxy smile of his, his laughter contagious when you managed to crack him up beyond just a few chuckles.

Smiling sadly, your eyes lower down to the thin watch on your wrist. You’ll be on time for work as you typically are, so you should quickly get your act together. You were a radio show host, which meant that you had to make your voice engaging for those morning commute listeners. Being a professional meant separating work matters from personal ones, and it would be easy to tell if you were depressed about something.

God, what if your co-workers ask you what’s wrong? What if they find out that you’re no longer with Taehyung and just give you pity looks for the next month? You’d probably go insane.

Pressing your lips together instead of biting them for fear of ruining the gloss smeared over them, you briskly walk towards the radio building before dispelling those thoughts out of your head. You could be professional. Just for a few hours, you could keep it together.

Even when you dash past the photo on the wall, an old picture of you and your co-host holding up fingers hearts to the camera alongside world superstars BTS, you gather the pieces of your heart and hold them together.

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Wow, did mint chocolate ice cream always taste this heavenly?

Burying your spoon into the icy dessert with renewed vigor, you pull the fluffy blanket over your belly as you commence your feasting. You haven’t had this flavor in a while given that Taehyung didn’t seem to appreciate it all that much, so you were grateful to be able to indulge in it once again. It wasn’t like it was your favorite flavor of all time, but you appreciated the crisp notes dotted with hints of creamy chocolate. You’d take toothpaste-flavored food any day of the week if it tasted this yummy.

You stop shoveling ice cream into your mouth when you remember the ice cream dates Tae used to sneak out of work to bring you on. He loved this one ice cream parlor down the street, always getting the same flavor no matter what. You liked to venture out of your comfort zone a little more, and given how often he took you there, you were close to trying almost all their staple flavors—not counting the seasonal ones. He’d always sneak a kiss from you afterwards, just to claim that he was able to sample all the flavors too. It always made you laugh, but you appreciated his small displays of affection. Especially towards the end, when the two of you began meeting a lot less frequently.

You place the sweet dessert back into the freezer, sighing and running a shaky hand through your bird’s nest of hair. It felt terrible to still reminisce about something that would never be, but you recently chose to forgive yourself when these flashbacks happened. Taehyung was one of those loves you would never forget because of how impactful his presence had been. So maybe if it took you a few weeks or even a few months to finally get over him, it’s acceptable. You knew without a doubt that you truly loved him. But of course, that did not lessen your obligations in relation to finally splitting away from depending on him.

Outside, the sky is glowing with brightness despite being seven in the evening. You lived in the city, meaning that the streets would be alive well into the early morning hours. It was loud and oppressive in the beginning, but you grew accustomed to it shortly after moving here for work. You wonder if you would even be able to fall asleep now without the hum of traffic underlying your dreams.

Maybe getting some fresh air, being around lively human interactions, and just living a little would help you move on. At this point you were ready to try anything. After all, it couldn’t hurt. You weren’t in the mood to cook today anyways.

You decide to dress a bit better than usual, if only for your own self-confidence. Your hands automatically reach for your favorite blouse and your most comfortable jeans from the interior of your closet. A lot of articles you own were actually gifts from Taehyung, so you’re grateful that you still have a few things that you could keep without reminding you of him. You wonder when you would feel comfortable wearing those dresses and belts he purchased for you. He bought them to show off “his girl” but now that you weren’t, did you still have a right to wear them?

When you finally escape from your worries, the cool night air blowing the strands of your hair with a carefree hand, you breathe deeply and try to exhale any stress still entrenched in your body. Tonight was about forgetting. It was about starting over.

It’s Friday today, so the streets are littered with happy couples, arms tangled together and their faces alit with adoration and happiness. You wonder if you looked as lovesick as they did, before ultimately deciding that you probably had. Tae was rarely able to walk the popular streets with you during rush hours, and even then he always wore a black cap with a matching face mask. The two of you grew used to ducking into alleyways whenever he spotted a large group of people heading towards the two of you. You remember feeling the hard brick wall pressing against your back as you waited out the crowds, glancing over at him periodically to smile mischievously at him. Maybe it was the thrill of almost being caught, or maybe he just liked your playful side, but he would usually choose to pull down his face mask just to kiss you when the two of you were hiding. These kisses were different than the post-ice cream date pecks. He’d always linger for a second or two, giving your bottom lip a greedy nip or ghosting the tip of his tongue across yours. No matter how many times he did this, your stomach always did flips in response.

The restaurant you picked is packed today, so you decide not to dine in. It would be rather weird to eat by yourself, especially amidst such a high-energy venue. Thankfully, your simple sandwich is completed rather quickly. You thank the waitress working the front desk before gripping your paper bag, heady with warmth, and head to the closest park.

One of the first places you discovered when you moved here was this community park. It is surrounded by large buildings, but that only added to the appeal of a small oasis surrounded by the mess of city life. You often came here after work, if only to stroll around the well-worn paths and think through how your day went. In the beginning, it had been difficult for you to adjust. Especially in the entertainment business, the higher-ups always demanded more of you. They wanted humor and fun, for you to pull fresh news out of the idols which fans craved. You had to be peppy, excited, and well-versed in the background of whoever you were interviewing. It was tough, but now you knew you had built up quite the reputation for yourself. You enjoyed meeting a variety of artists, most of whom quickly signed up for a repeat interview with you after the first round. You received the recognition and praise you craved, and you knew that you could only soar higher from here.

There are a few people walking their dogs tonight. You give each passing pet a smile when they look up at you with their round eyes and lolling tongues. Having a soft spot for animals, seeing them always made your heart feel lighter even if it was just a glance. Finding a bench is easy for you, especially since most people opted to stroll around this evening. The first bite is always the best, and it rings true tonight without fail. You chew slowly, enjoying the savory celebration over your palate before you slip back into your thoughts again.

You wonder what Taehyung is doing right now. His schedule must be busy, given that he was preparing for his comeback soon. You knew it was right of you to break up with him early enough that he would still have sufficient time to practice, since his work would always be his priority. It would be careless of you to end things with him close to his performances. You loved him enough to think things carefully on his behalf.

You remember how much you cried a few weeks ago, when you couldn’t even leave your bed to make it to work. Every time you blinked, he appeared behind your eyelids. It hurt so much that you never thought you could heal. You hated yourself, hated the universe for tearing the two of you apart. Whatever semblance of perfect love you found was replaced with the growing pain of your careers. You were climbing in the ranks, your days booked with more and more artists hoping to use your show to rise in popularity. BTS was traveling the world, performing for the masses and wooing fans with their genuine personalities in video interviews. As the two of you climbed higher, you also drifted further apart. You were beginning to feel the emptiness of being able to count how many times you had seen your ex every month on one hand.

The sandwich is quickly consumed, so you toss the empty bag into the trash can next to you and let out a sigh. Even though you wanted to not think about Taehyung tonight, it was difficult. Everything reminded you of him. Every time your mind wandered, it somehow ran after whatever remnants of him you still had. However, it was starting to hurt less and less. Instead of having your eyes brim with tears every time you thought about the way he used to look at you, you began to treat it as a silent acknowledgement of the past. You were satisfied with this development, but simultaneously fearful. What would it mean when you could finally think about Taehyung and feel nothing? Would that somehow invalidate everything he once was to you?

Your blouse isn’t doing much to protect you from the chilly night air, so you decide to take another lap through the park before retiring for the night. It’s difficult to see the stars, given the pollution and bright lights, but you like to imagine that they are there—shining down on you. They guide you back to your apartment, never leaving your side even when you shut the door behind you with finality.

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Months have passed, and you are busier than ever before. Your coworkers have also began inviting you for dinners and other events more often. At first you were hesitant, not the social butterfly that most people expected radio hosts to be, but you quickly adapted. Everyone was friendly towards you for the most part, and the chatter helped ease and distract whatever sadness your heart was holding on to.

Christmas was around the corner, and you knew without a doubt that the entertainment world would be hosting a multitude of parties for the season. You were willing to join the tight-knit ones where only a handful of people were gathering for some red wine and conversation, but when your coworker invited you to a large rooftop celebration with some celebrities, you couldn’t help but hesitate.

“It’ll be fun! I’ll stick by your side all night if you’re that worried,” you coworker had chirped, a newbie at your company but who remained sociable and energetic nevertheless.

You had laughed nervously, waving her worries away and agreeing to attend. That had got her to finally leave you be, as you fiddled with the lid of your coffee cup and wondered what excuse to give when the date came around. Unfortunately, when December 24th finally did roll around, you simply stared at the calendar hanging from your wall and acquiesced.

Your closet is different now, as most of the items Taehyung purchased for you are now stowed away in a box in the corner. The newbie at the company, her name was Luce or something, had told you that people would probably be dressing nicely for the event. She then spent the rest of your lunch break yapping about some dress she had ordered online while you tuned out to play with the hem of your pencil skirt in nervousness.

Looking at your options, you finally settle on a scarlet dress that you hadn’t worn for a while. It was one of your first pricy purchases after your first paycheck, as a gift to yourself, and you were thankful to find that it still fit you perfectly. It was nothing scandalous, but definitely very different from what you were used to wearing. Pairing it with your beige trench coat, you check your makeup once more in the mirror before heading into the night.

The taxi drops you off at the location with little trouble. The sounds of the party are quick to descend on your ears, so you hand your coat to the coat check quickly before heading upwards to find someone you knew—just to stick around for the party so you wouldn’t feel isolated.

String lights have been strung elegantly across the sky, and you realize that it truly is a wondrous sight. Heat lamps are placed strategically across the floor, and a number of attendees are already sipping champagne and giggling with each other. Almost immediately, you see the coworker you thought of earlier, bounding over to you like an overeager kid and beaming with enthusiasm.

“You actually came!” she smiled, eyes wide as if you were merely an illusion.

“A promise is a promise,” you reply, accepting the flute of champagne Luce snatches from a nearby table to hand to you.

“Do you want to meet some people with me? I think quite a few of the celebs here know you already.”

You take a sip of the drink, appreciating the bubbles across your tongue and the slight flame that blazes in your chest when you swallow. You nod, deciding that socializing was only customary.

Your coworker is right to note that you actually recognize a lot of people in attendance tonight. The awkward feeling you had quickly faded away as you caught up with familiar faces and new ones alike. Everyone seemed to be in high spirits, happy to take a break to visit their friends and family for the holiday season. Their respective companies all allow vacations during this winter season, so their happiness is well-warranted.

It is only on your third glass of champagne, a red color brushed high on your cheekbones, when you take notice of his figure flitting in and out of your view. Taehyung is dressed in a beautiful midnight blue suit, the color flirting between blue and black. His hair is dyed a bright blue, likely due to promotions for his recent album. You can’t pull your eyes away from his tall figure and the way his lips pull in a polite smile at every person who greets him. He looks exactly the same, but then again, would a few months really change a person?

Suddenly, everything is too much and whatever progress you’ve made in the past few months flies out the window. You want to run out the door and back into the safety of your apartment across the city. That sensation only heightens when his dark eyes meet yours, and your stomach drops in fear and trepidation.

The thing about Taehyung is that he’s never shy with you. Even after months of being separated, he still holds your gaze in his own without fail. The two of you used to have staring contests, ones you would always lose, and this moment also feels akin to that. You choose to accept defeat the moment you apologize to your acquaintance and set your glass on the table. Heading straight for the stairs, reminding yourself to grab your stuff from the coat check on your way out, a part of you wonders if he will follow you. It’s fruitless, because what could he even say? You would only shake him off and apologize before running away again. He knows better than to chase after the girl who got away.

When you’re finally miles away, dress discarded on the floor, lying in the center of your cold bedsheets and staring at the ceiling—you realize that you still haven’t moved on.

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The beginning of 2020 is nothing if not full of surprises. For one, you quit your job. If anyone were to tell you that you would leave your well-paying occupation one day to pursue a career as a painter, you would probably laugh in their face before recommending one of your psychiatrist friends. However, that joke was your current reality. Unable to take the stress of keeping up with every new act knocking on your door for an interview combined with the way the male high-ups expected you to laugh at the right times and talk pretty during interviews, you handed in your resignation at the end of January.

Perhaps the dumbfounded looks on their faces were worth the loss.

The next day, you book the earliest flight for Paris. You want some inspiration for your art, and what better inspiration could you derive than from a city with a rich history and a penchant for beauty? You had always been into the arts, so this transition came easily. Taehyung used to tell you that you were gifted, but you never took heed of his words. After all, his compliments were freely given to you when he was in a good mood. In reality, the most he ever saw of your skills were the doodles you’d scribble on his hand when he was unconscious from a nap on your couch.

These days, you rarely thought of him. It was reassuring for your heart, knowing that you were slowly accepting a tomorrow without him. The process wasn’t without its pain, but you were thankful at your resilience. You knew that he was doing just fine, as your mutual friends kept you updated whenever they felt like sharing.

Paris at night is a rare type of beautiful. Staring up at the Eiffel Tower, you admire its curves and lines as people glide past you without paying you any heed. You probably stare at the structure for a good 10 minutes without moving, your eyes appreciating the classy nature of its architecture before you decide to head back to your hotel. You wanted to sketch this monument while its shapes were still imprinted on your thoughts.

Turning around to see Taehyung staring at you, the fear you had felt at the Christmas party doesn’t rise up to coil around your throat. It surprises you, even though you had already admitted to moving on considerably. He is still unfairly handsome, his hair back to the natural deep chestnut you were familiar with. When he steps forward, caution enunciated in that single step, you give him a smile to reassure him.

“Long time no see,” you breathe, tucking your hands into your windbreaker.

“Yeah,” his deep voice resonates in that single word of affirmation.

“Would you like to grab a croissant with me?” you offer, unsure how to proceed but deciding to be polite regardless of how uncomfortable everything seemed.

He nods, his tall form quickly falling in step with your own. Taehyung doesn’t say much throughout the entire journey to your favorite bakery, keeping his eyes on the sidewalk underneath your feet.

Sitting outside the store, a warm baked good in your fingers, the silence is considerably more bearable. Eating with satisfied bites, you watch the passerby glide past with radiant smiles and laughter, joking around in French. When you finally brush the crumbs off your lap to glance at Taehyung, he is watching the same crowd as you were. He seems to feel your eyes on him, because he meets your gaze. When you look into his eyes, no more than a few feet separating the two of you, you realize the lack of hurt that typically panged with every mention of him last year.

The realization empowers you, ballooning your heart in your chest. It is not happiness you feel, but something akin to a peaceful acceptance.

“In another universe, do you think we could’ve ended up together?”  

His question echoes in the recesses of your mind, and your fingers unconsciously tighten on the thighs of your leggings. This same thought had plagued your dreams early in your break up, as you prayed and wished that if things were different, if your careers didn’t demand so much from the two of you, that maybe there would be a happily ever after and an “us” to hold onto. But this universe, these conditions, were reality. You couldn’t ask him to sacrifice his love for singing, his appreciation of his growing fanbase, his dream—for you. He couldn’t request the same of you either.

“Maybe. Namjoon used to talk a lot about that,” you chuckle before continuing, “Multiverse theory or something like that.”

Taehyung nodes, a small smile appearing across his face when you mention his hyung.

“If he’s right about that, then I suppose so. In another world where you are nothing more than a normal boy and I am nothing more than a normal girl, I’d like to think we could’ve made it work,” you whisper, and when the words leave your lips without shaking, you are proud of yourself.

“I can be happy with that,” he says.

He walks you back to your hotel room, keeping to his thoughts as he does. You don’t mind, knowing that Tae often retreated into his thoughts when he was considering a topic deeply. You momentarily consider asking him why he was in Paris but decide against it. If he was ready for aimless conversations, he would start.

When you reach the hotel interior, a large chandelier illuminating the white marble tiles underneath your feet, he finally pauses to give you his final goodbye. He looks like he wants to say something more, maybe to ask to meet again or something of that nature. Instead he swallows and exhales, “We don’t need another universe to continue being there for each other.”

“No, we don’t,” you agree.

He turns around, bidding you another a small goodbye when his eyes briefly flit to your face. You offer him a small wave in response, watching his broad back retreating out the room and the sliding glass doors. Heading straight for the elevator doors as soon as his silhouette disappears from view, your shoulders relax instantly in the safety of the enclosed compartment.

Perhaps this universe still had a lot left to offer.

[solalunar-eclipse]

Scars You Can’t See - Chapter 5

Chapter title: Ready to explode

Word count: about 3800 words (whoa)

Author’s Note: I think it’s about time I gave a shoutout to @teamxdark! Their comments have gotten me to start planning out some of the later chapters (and giving me a lot of inspiration), so I figured they deserved some credit!

And thank you to everyone who’s read this fic so far- every note I get is incredible and I hope you’re all enjoying the ride :)

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Sonic stared blankly at his phone screen for the fifth time this morning. The old texts and the name at the top of the messaging app blurred slightly as his eyes unfocused. He was waiting for...something. What, he wasn’t sure.

That was a lie.

Truthfully, he was hoping that the three little dots showing that someone was typing would appear like a miracle. He knew that wouldn’t happen, though. The hedgehog on the other end of the messages had turned off his phone entirely. Heck, Shadow was literally in hiding. There had been exactly one post on Chatter (which he and Tails totally hadn’t read over and over searching for hidden messages) and that was from Omega.

But chaos, how Sonic wished for just five minutes to talk to him. He hadn’t even realized before now how much he normally texted the hybrid in a day. The hero honestly just messaged whenever he saw something or found a funny joke that he thought Shadow would like. In dealing with his new absence, though, Sonic had come up with an idea to write down whatever it was he’d seen that he figured Shadow would enjoy and save it for later.

He was forced to stop this when he wrote nearly two thousand words’ worth of moments in half an hour.

Sonic cursed all the times he’d taken Shadow’s near-constant presence for granted. The hybrid had always been a punctual texter, despite Rouge’s repeated attempts to convince him that he didn’t have to answer right away. Even when the other hedgehog had been off on a mission, Sonic still had an idea of how long he needed to wait before he could start texting. But now, it could be days, weeks, or even months before he could talk to Shadow freely again.

What if you’ll never hear from him again? a nasty inner voice whispered. What if that call was the last time you got to hear his voice?

Sonic felt his stomach fall through the floor at that idea, before swallowing the sensation and shaking his head. He couldn’t doubt Team Dark like that! They were guaranteed to pull through, and kick G.U.N.’s butt in the process.

Speaking of which…

The hero was pretty angry at G.U.N., and that was actually a big deal for him. Sonic didn’t get angry, except sometimes at Eggman. Even when a bitter detractor had posted a lengthy essay on Chatter explaining exactly why Sonic was (supposedly) a terrible person, he hadn’t reacted in fury- or even close. He’d had his friends’ support, and honestly? He’d pitied the person more than anything. Anyone who was trying to tear others down had probably been hurt pretty badly themselves.

Sonic had even made a meme out of their misspelling of his name- “Sanic” was now a worldwide joke with a hilarious drawing to match.

But now, all he really wanted to do was beat someone up- some robots, some evil agents, whatever- and trash the whole organization until they were all falling over themselves to apologize. The fact that G.U.N. had dared to treat Shadow’s obviously painful past with no kindness whatsoever really got on his nerves. The hybrid had suffered a hundred times over, lost his memory, and even died to save the world, yet he still didn’t get the respect he deserved.

“Uhhh, Sonic? Is everything okay?”

The blue blur jumped, startled out of his spiraling thoughts. He heard a growling noise, and his eyes widened when he realized it was coming from him. Sonic could feel his lips curled back into a snarl and quickly straightened his face out, blinking and clearing his throat. “Yeah! Sorry, Tails…” he said, embarrassed at having been caught in that kind of state. The fox eyed him skeptically. “Really, I’m fine!”

“Are you su-”

“Yeah!” Sonic exclaimed, grinning reassuringly. No point in upsetting others with his own problems, after all. “Everything’s good here, buddy!”

“If you say so…” Tails muttered. He didn’t seem convinced, but accepted it despite this. “Anyway, what I came over to say was: we’re out of groceries- can you head out and get some? I made a list of everything we need, it’s right here!”

Ordinarily, Sonic would’ve complained loudly and with much drama about having to do something so menial as a grocery run when he was a hero, for chaos’ sake. But that wasn’t the case these days. “Sure thing!” Sonic agreed, feeling better already. With a distraction to keep his worries and negative thoughts away, he’d be back to normal in no time. “See ya soon!”

The blue blur dashed out the door- before returning a second later, a sheepish grin on his face. “Forgot the list,” he explained, rushing out again.

With the wind in his quills, it was almost too easy to forget everything that he’d been thinking about just moments before. Sonic grinned properly as he raced across fields and through side streets. This was his element, after all!  He made his way to his and Tails’ favorite grocery store, bounding over obstacles and pulling a few awesome parkour tricks he’d picked up over the years. Shadow had always gotten on their case for not supporting a more local store- this one was a big name, after all- but Sonic had--

He shook his head, walking into the building. No more thoughts like that! There was only so much ruminating on bittersweet memories a guy could do in a day.

His presence here was relatively common, so he didn’t do much more than turn a few heads as he stepped through the automatic doors into the air-conditioned halls of the large grocery store. Sonic forced himself to walk through the aisles (instead of sprinting through them and accidentally whipping half the items off the shelves in his wake). As he did so, though, he began to hear people talking. And they weren’t just talking about the latest viral video, or boring politics, or any of those things, either.

They were talking about them.

Of course, everyone would always change the subject when he walked by, chatting loudly about their dog or their kids or whatever. It was almost as though they were saying, “Don’t look at me! I didn’t say anything about your friends! I’m just here, minding my own business!” But of course none of them really had been.

He recognized that he was spiraling down the path of thinking about it again, even though there was nothing he could do. And now no matter what, the thoughts of some of his closest friends were tainted. Which totally didn’t frustrate him at all. 

It didn’t help, he thought irritably (not noticing the mild scowl that had appeared on his face), that G.U.N. was basically screaming in all the op-eds and information releases the organization could get their hands on that they weren’t in the wrong. They didn’t say that specifically, of course- that would be too obvious. Instead, they just published the same old news over and over again: Team Dark had stolen classified files and then run away. 

This had all begun to grate on Sonic’s nerves a little, particularly when pundits and newspaper writers alike began to spout wild conspiracy theories about Team Dark having been spies for ‘the enemy’- whoever that was- or that one of them had finally lost it...or even all three at once. The most frustrating, however, was when once avid supporters of the former G.U.N. agents completely disavowed them and distanced themselves from the team as much as possible. It made him want to pull a Knuckles and punch a wall- how could people turn on the team so easily?

The hero pulled himself back to reality to realize that he’d been staring at a can of soup for the past few minutes. And were those dents where his fingers had been? He put the can in his shopping cart, took a deep breath, and continued on, giving himself a little ride on the back of the cart as a treat. Normally, he’d remember his various accidents and restrain himself, but lately the hero had needed to clear his head. He deserved this.

A few minutes later, a chime on his phone let him know that Tails had sent him a message. Sonic opened it up and read the text: 

milesperhour: Sonic, I think you need to see this. Take a close look at paragraph 5. https://www.centralcitynews.com/team-dark-update

Sonic clicked the link, sighing, and began to scan the article. Another one? Really, he’d had enough of-

Oh boy. Oh wow. Okay.

They’d made a move. G.U.N. didn’t release much in the way of information- all they’d done was declare an official alert asking people to keep a lookout for Rouge, Shadow and Omega. And to tip G.U.N. off at a hotline that they’d provided for this purpose.

Sonic had learned how to read between the lines over the last few days, though, and on his second read-through, he saw what most would not. 

...are in possession of multiple classified files…

So they’d stolen more info? That must’ve been what Omega’s post was about! Sonic began to squeeze his phone hopefully. Maybe this was it, maybe soon this whole nightmare would be over!

He practically flew through the rest of the store at the thought. Team Dark would give G.U.N. what for, the organization would apologize, and then everything would be fine!

Sonic checked out in a hurry, rushing home as fast as he could. Slamming open the door, he yelled out, “Tails! Did you see- oh right, you sent me the article. But still! Things are looking up, buddy!”

Tails had a slightly lopsided grin on his face, making the hero’s heart sink. “What’s that look all about?”

“I don’t know- it’s probably nothing! After all, Team Dark can handle any situation they come up against...just, G.U.N. has a lot of resources, you know?”

Sonic’s smile returned in full force. “Sure they do, but they also owe me for saving the world, like, a million times over! Once we’ve got the Edge Gang back with us, I’ll go talk with the commander and get them to straighten everything out!”

“That sounds like corruption, Sonic…” Tails said, a wicked smirk appearing on his face.

“Dude, what?! No! I’d never-! I just meant I was gonna see if I could talk some sense into them- hey, get back here!” Sonic screeched, seeing Tails run off with the groceries...including the donut he’d bought for himself.

…

Later that afternoon, Sonic was in the middle of finally enjoying said donut after wrestling it from Tails’s (evil terrible Sonic-and-sugar-hating) claws. It was a little squished, but it was still great- he wasn’t complaining!

That was, of course, when he heard a loud, sharp knock on the door.

He jumped up and zipped over to the entry hall, pastry still in hand. Whipping open the door, a shocking sight greeted him- one that made all of his battle-honed senses immediately scream danger danger danger. Two impeccably dressed G.U.N. agents stood before him, a human and a barn owl. The human seemed pretty awkward, wearing slightly rumpled slacks and overall looking a little messy. The owl, however, despite being about the same height as the blue blur, exuded an air of steely discipline that would make everyone she faced feel about two inches tall.

Everyone except Sonic, that was. He was secure in the knowledge that his friends were not wrong, and he maintained his usual relaxed demeanor without a hitch. The hero smiled fake-pleasantly at the two agents, ignoring the fact that he had sugar glaze at the corners of his mouth and all over his glove. “Sorry, guys, I wasn't really expecting guests.” He gestured to himself as an obvious example. “Anything I can do for ya?”

He didn’t offer to let them inside, though. These agents were hunting down his friends, he was absolutely sure of that. Sonic refused to help them in any way, not when Team Dark was still out there and being threatened by their organization.

The barn owl gave him a look that nearly pierced through his very soul. “Sonic the Hedgehog. I am Agent Toya, and this is my colleague, Agent Jones. We have a few questions that we would like to ask you. Inside.” Her voice was cold and clear, with no trace of an accent.

Sonic felt a chill run down his spine, but kept his smile up regardless. “Sure thing!” he chirped, despite very much not wanting to let them in. “The living room’s right this way- make yourselves comfortable, I’ll be back there in a sec.” He honestly didn’t think he could have refused them entry without...complications.

The hero zipped over to Tails’s workshop, flinging open the door with a little more force than he’d intended. The fox jumped up in a fright when it smacked against the wall, staring at Sonic. “G.U.N. is here. Two agents.” he said quickly. The imminent sense of danger in the back of his head wouldn't leave him be, despite the fact that he was one of the most powerful people alive.

...Despite this, don’t let G.U.N. take you or anyone else anywhere. You might not come back…

...These people aren’t crazy geniuses- they’re ruthless destroyers…

“Oh, chaos.” Tails breathed. “I’ll wait nearby, okay? Then I can do something if they start getting too intense.”

Sonic nodded, before speeding back down to see the agents sitting on his couch. “Hi! So whatcha guys want?” he asked perkily, burying his thoughts for now.

“Hello to you too, Sonic.” Jones said politely. “How are you?”

The hero tugged slightly at the cuff of his glove. “Pretty good!” he lied through his grin. “Been chilling around the house for most of the day- how ‘bout you?”

“Not bad,” the human answered. “Work is work though, you know?”

“Yeah, sounds pretty rough.” Sonic said, a little unconvincingly. Before he could stop himself, he thought of all the late nights Shadow and Omega had spent working on paperwork and various odd jobs for G.U.N., and the times when Rouge had to cancel her dates with Knuckles because she was just too exhausted from work to do much of anything. His smile became slightly strained as he worked to keep his frustration on Team Dark’s behalf under wraps.

The owl gazed at him silently for a moment, having watched this whole awkward transaction with a calculating look in her eye. Then she spoke. “I’m certain you have seen the news lately.”

“Uhhh...kinda, I’m not big on newspapers, but I try to keep up, yeah! Always nice to see an article about yours truly, hah.” He played it off, deciding to act dumb for now.

Agent Jones shifted in his seat, looking cautious. “Yeah…” he said, offering up an incredibly fake smile. “I’m a bit of a fan, myself.”

Sonic knew exactly what was going on. It was almost so classic he had to laugh- the old good cop/bad cop scenario. The human was clearly trying to play the good cop, and not enjoying it either. The hedgehog had to wonder, though, was he just a better bad cop or uncomfortable because he was helping grill a hero?

Oh, right- Agent Toya was talking again. “We know that you have seen the articles published about the betrayal of Team Dark. Even if you do not read the news, one of your friends will have told you by now.”

The hedgehog’s eyes narrowed a little. “And what’s that supposed to mean? What do you want outta me?”

“You. Know. Something.” she said sharply. “That team- in particular Shadow the Hedgehog-” He tensed at her flippant use of his name, as if they weren’t hunting him down like he had legitimately gone bad. “-trust you. You are very close with them. They would not have left you with nothing.”

Sonic shook his head, trying one last time. “I don’t think so, lady. I know about as much as you- if that. It’s not like we’re besties or anything.”

Agent Jones shrugged his shoulders. “I don’t know- it looks like you guys are pretty close to me. Not that that’s bad, I mean-!!” he amended rapidly, realizing his mistake. In addition to having blown his role as the ‘good cop’, he was now being stared down by a very irritated pair of green eyes. The look he was being given contrasted sharply with the grin plastered across the hero’s face, and the agent began to sweat slightly and avoid his stare.

Meanwhile, Sonic turned his attention back to Agent Toya, sitting up straight and squaring his shoulders in preparation for more. He was a fighter, after all.

It seemed that the barn owl came here ready for a fight as well, because her own eyes flashed and she straightened her G.U.N. uniform. “Sonic. We need information. Our organization has been compromised. Twice. We are in a crisis and we are ordering you to tell us what you know.”

That did it.

“As if!” the hero exclaimed, jumping to his feet. “You think I’m the kind of guy who’d sell his friends out and watch them get carted off to jail- or worse?! I don’t know as much as you think I do, and if I did, I wouldn’t tell you!” He had probably blown any semblance of ignorance up now, but Sonic couldn’t find it in himself to care.

The owl agent stood as well, glaring at him. “If that is the attitude you are going to take, then we have no choice but to take you into custody.” She began to reach for the Taser on her belt at the same time as Jones grabbed the gun from his holster. Sonic’s eyes flickered between them both- the human he could take on, but he wasn’t completely sure about Toya’s skill with the Taser.

Could he get around them? Sure, but not without breaking something...and he hated to bust up his house just because a couple of agents showed up on his doorstep and pulled weapons on him. He’d handled worse odds, hadn’t he? But then he and Tails would constantly be on the run, and that was no way for a nine-year-old to live…

A loud crash resounded in the kitchen. Jones shouted and jumped up, Sonic’s head snapped around so fast he tweaked his neck, and Toya took a step backwards.

Rubbing his neck and wincing, Sonic yelled out, “Everything okay in there?”

Tails dashed into the room out of nowhere, crying out, “Sorry! Sorry! I was just working and wanted a drink- and I heard- I heard-” 

The fox then began to cry, sobbing and clinging to Sonic’s chest. “You’re not gonna take him away, are you? I need my big brother…” he sniffled. “Sonic, everything’s gonna be okay, right?”

The hero was trying his very hardest, meanwhile, to keep his jaw from hitting the floor as he watched his brother, a brave, intelligent sidekick and someone he was proud to fight beside, put on the most incredible show he’d ever seen. “I…I dunno, buddy…” he said honestly, uncertain about how to react. 

This seemed to be a pretty good move, as Tails immediately began to bawl harder and gasped, in between sobs, “Please don’t take him away from me!”

It appeared that Toya would not feel comfortable using force against Sonic (or even resuming her interrogation) when the young fox was around. Instead, she gave him a very pointed, piercing look, before declaring, “We will be back at a later date to continue this conversation.”

She stalked out the door, Jones shoving his gun back onto his belt and following sulkily behind her. As soon as she had gotten into her car and driven off, the hero sagged into the couch and let out a loud sigh. “Welp.”

Tails flew out of the room immediately afterwards, whispering a quick “Wait there and chill for a second I’ll be right back” before he exited. Once he returned, the fox crawled around on the couch next to Sonic before letting out an “Aha!” and holding up what appeared to be a tiny piece of metal.

“It’s a shame to have to do this, but…” he muttered, before vanishing with it. A couple minutes later, a very loud noise boomed from Tails’s workshop and made Sonic panic before blasting in there at top speed. 

“What was that?!” he shrieked. 

“Just destroying this camera that human agent left in our couch.” the engineer replied lightly.

“Wait- what??” Sonic gasped. “He did what?”

“I thought they’d be crazy to leave without planting one, so I checked the camera feed, and it was pretty obvious! He must be a new recruit.”

“Wait- you have a camera? In our living room?” the hero asked, feeling slightly creeped out.

Tails shrugged. “Well, I didn’t until recently, but I figured that G.U.N. would have to show up at our place eventually, so yeah.”

They both stayed there in silence for a minute, before making their way back down to the main house. 

“Well, what do we do now?” Tails wondered. 

“I dunno- you’re the smart guy, pal.” Sonic replied quickly. “I just don’t want to have to escape from them! I like running, but not away from people. Especially bad people.”

“Well...does it count as running if we’re hanging out with Knuckles?” the fox suggested hopefully.

Sonic sighed. “I guess not...it’d be cool with him, too, since Angel Island is a pretty safe place and all. I still hate the idea of hiding from them, though.”

“Maybe you won’t have to!” Tails said, trying to be cheerful. “After all, I don’t think people will buy it if G.U.N. says you’re a...traitor…” He trailed off, remembering a particularly eventful moment from their past.

“Yyyeah.” the hedgehog said dryly, having thought of the same thing. “That’s exactly why I didn’t have to ride through the streets of Central City on a piece of helicopter.”

“Let’s not think about that for now though, okay?” Sonic asked. “ I don’t like the idea of being scared all the time.”

Tails nodded in agreement. “Besides, we’ve handled them before! We can cross that bridge when we come to it anyway.”

Sonic grinned. “How about we watch some TV for now, take our minds off things?”

“Sure! But I’m definitely gonna tell Omega- or whoever calls us next- about this. They deserve to know.” the fox answered.

“Okay…” the blue blur said. He felt a little guilty that he could just turn on a movie and forget about G.U.N. for a while- Team Dark didn’t have that luxury. Quickly, though, he added, “Anything on there you’ve been dying to watch?”

Tails smiled happily, and Sonic decided that this was totally worth it. “Well, there is this one documentary…”

[ds-sparrow-manufacturing-co]

A Rebuttal

Ok so I really did not want to make this post. I would’ve loved to have left this whole thing behind because I’m aware I made some mistakes and would like to atone for them, but it seems I’m going to have to go over this one more time. For anyone seeing this post who somehow doesn’t know, I said some regrettable things about Aidan Gallagher here. I later made another post here summarising the entire situation that resulted, so I would suggest you read that first. 

I’m still getting people telling me what I said was fucked up, which is entirely justified. However, I have just now realised that the person who took it upon themselves to ‘correct’ me about my opinions of Aidan Gallagher (something that has not changed, I still strongly dislike him) later made several derogatory posts about me. I was not aware of this because after the first rude post they made about me, I blocked them to save myself the additional stress. 

I have done my best to deal with this whole thing as calmly and politely as possible. When this person was downright evil towards me, I didn’t bother to argue with them, I just made an admittedly-snarky post with a screenshot of what they said, and then blocked them because I had no desire to begin an argument. When I realised that what I had said about Aidan Gallagher had been fucked up, I apologised, accepted my mistake and did what I could to fix it. But I am out of patience. I don’t take kindly to being treated the way this person has treated me, I don’t think anyone does. So here I am, about to break down everything they said about me bit by bit to show you how much of a lying scumbag they have been towards me (as well as possibly others).

warning: this post is incredibly long

tw: su*c*de mentions

My first interaction with this person was when i got an anon ask who wanted to know what Aidan Gallagher had done to make me dislike him. I responded with a brief list, excluding most of my evidence because it was late at night and I didn’t have the energy to go down the rabbit hole of all this. The following day, the blog this post is about reblogged my post, attempting to disprove everything I said. I will not include screenshots here, because it was a long post, you can find it in my archive if you so wish. I read what they said, took everything into account, and responded with my proof for things I hadn’t previously included the proof for, as well as explanations for why certain things he’s said annoyed/upset me. I expected a polite response, as we had both been courteous so far. 

Instead,  I received the following:

Now, lets break down some of what they said.

‘stop saying things you can’t prove, because it’s fake’ - I provided my proof. I am not trying to lie to anyone, or perpetuate rumours. All I aimed to do was explain my point of view and why I personally dislike him.

‘some of your screenshots are fake’ - That’s just blatantly untrue, especially as they have at other points said things along the lines of ‘well yes but he apologised/he didn’t mean it like that’ for everything I have provided screenshots for. Make up your mind.

‘you’re so gullible’ - For... having an opinion? That I researched before forming? And which is based on something other than my blind faith in a 17 year old? Right.

This was when I blocked them.

I thought that was going to be the end of the situation. Then, I got some asks.

I saw this and, being a minor, was a little creeped out. I had assumed this person was a teenage fangirl because that’s who the majority of Aidan Gallgher’s fans are so this information was surprising.

This one scared me. I did what the anon suggested, created a backup (i won’t tag it here because I get the feeling some of the aforementioned ‘army’ are going to see this) and reported the other blog. Once again, I thought it was over.

It was at this point that people started telling me how fucked up what I said in my original post was, and I realised they were right. As mentioned at the start of this post, I apologised, and did everything I could to fix it. End of, right?

Until today, where I started thinking about what the above anons had said and decided to fact check, mainly out of curiosity. I unblocked the blog, only to discover they had made 3 posts about me that I hadn’t seen.

This was the first one, as you can see they began it with a screenshot of my original post. Let’s talk about this.

“but you wishing him dead is ok?” - I never wished him dead, to start with. Stabbing does not automatically equal death, but I know that’s nitpicky of me. I also did not wish he was stabbed. I said in that exact tag that I didn’t, because of TUA. However, I know that this ‘joke’ was really shitty of me, and I have already apologised multiple times.

“what kind of a low life do you have to be to have nothing better to do, but talk shit about a kid?” - Why don’t you tell me? As I’ve said multiple times, I am a minor. That doesn’t excuse what I said, but that does make it incredibly hypocritical of them to say that given everything.

This was the second post they made about me, beginning with the same screenshot as in the first post.

“they’re spreading false rumors” - I’ve already covered this one.

“they want a reason to be mean, even if it isn’t true” - I would never be mean to someone if they hadn’t done anything to deserve it. I’m a strong believer in the moral philosophy of respecting everyone until they give you a reason not to. Aidan Gallagher has given me more than enough reasons to lose respect for him. And, honestly? I still respect him as an actor, even if only that.

“you can’t say you’re a decent human being and wish someone dead. you can’t say you’re anti-bullying and want to prevent suicide and then bully someone” - That is some big talk from someone who claimed they were ok with what Aidan Gallagher said about mental health because they’ve had their own experiences with suicide, before immediately telling me to rot and burn in hell for disagreeing with them. And, wait a second, wasn’t Aidan Gallagher the one supporting women’s rights and feminism who then turned around and made gross comments towards a bunch of girls? Hmm. Also, wishing someone dead is too wide of a blanket statement to actually measure whether someone is a decent human being with. 

“i tried to be nice” - I didn’t know telling someone to rot in hell, calling them a stupid hoe, was being nice. I didn’t know lying, and telling people to report someone because they disagreed with you was being nice (notice how they never said anything about my stabbing comment until I disagreed with them.) I guess we have very different definitions of nice.

“if they really cared, they would kindly ask a fan if the rumors were true” - And that, ladies gentleman and variations thereupon, is a brilliant example of how not to perform unbiased research! I based my opinion on actual evidence, and neutral articles as well as arguments from both sides. Not on one fan who’s likely to deny everything.

“they said it themselves, they have no proof” - That is so incredibly cherrypicked. What I actually said was “supposedly used the f-slur although i can’t find proof“, one of the many points on my list of reasons I dislike Aidan Gallagher. You know why I said that? Because I found a screenshot of him supposedly having called someone that slur via Instagram but I gave him the benefit of the doubt and decided it was probably edited. I included the point on my list in the hopes of people doing their own research. And I certainly did not say I had no proof for anything, as you would know if you saw my original response to this blog, where I provided proof.

“threatening him and bullying him is wrong” - I am fully admitting of the fact my stabbing comment was in poor taste but it was very clearly not a threat and not even close to being bullying. Furthermore, I would say making four posts harassing and telling others to harass someone because they disagree with you is a lot closer to being bullying than anything I did was.

“defamation is a crime” - I live in the UK, so let’s use those defamation laws. A statement is not defamation unless it ‘ has caused or is likely to cause serious harm to the reputation of the claimant.’ Less than a hundred people are even aware my blog exists. Nowhere near enough people have seen anything I’ve said to count as defamatory. Not to mention that a statement is not defamatory if it is a statement of opinion.

“you’ll get karma for lying and playing the victim” -  Ohhh the irony. I have not lied once. I have provided all the necessary proof for everything and I have owned up to my mistakes. And yet, they, who have repeatedly lied about me, twisted my words and oddly enough, avoided including proof outside that one screenshot of my original post, are the one accusing me of playing the victim. Classy.

“hi to your little follower that you cry to” - This one’s just hilarious to me. I’m happy to have people on here who will let me know when people are, you know, harassing and bullying me. And, what the hell do they mean by ‘cry to’? Do they mean ‘mentioned that this situation was stressful once’? Wow.

“I promise you misery for the rest of your sad little life” - Honestly just re-read the other screenshots after seeing they said this. Jesus Christ. And, as someone who already struggles with depression and other mental health issues I’m interested to know what they’re intending to do that’s gonna be any worse.

“you’ll pay! that’s not a threat it’s a promise” - Are they planning on tracking me down? Or are they just going to keep sitting on their throne of yes men and echo chambers acting as if they’re actually affecting me? 

I would say this is the last post I plan to make about this situation but I’ve said that over and over again throughout the last 12 days and it’s never the last post. This whole situation has honestly been very emotionally taxing, and combined with some real life things, it’s been a bad week or so. Hopefully this post is enough to end this whole thing. 

[jewpacabruhs]

Love how having different Cartman’s headcanons means you automatically see him as a bigot or something negative. There’s billions of headcanons people give him. Yet, you can’t seem to process that everyone is different and won’t like the same thing you like.

luv wakin up to ppl deciding my words mean one thing when they dont. one thing about me is i never say one thing and mean another. i say exactly what i want to be heard, and it's not up for interpretation, even tho yall always twist my words (and im talking strictly about me in all this, not any of my friends, jus me). if i say it, take it at face value. and all ive ever said is that certain versions of kyman/cartman are antisemitic in nature. can they be redeemed? absolutely. kyman as a whole ship has been redeemed imo.

ive said tall!cartman and short!kyle makes me wary because it imposes a physical power imbalance where there's already a psychological and verbal one - but if someone makes it clear that their tall!cartman isn't abusive, then it's just fine! but ive noticed that there's a natural inclination to make the tall person in a ship the overbearing one, and that in general makes me uncomfortable, but especially when done in kyman - it's icky to me. but if tall!cartman is a decent human lol (and ur definition of decent might be different than mine), again, lovely! it's just the pairing of physical dominance with mental dominance. iv grown wary over the years of certain... red flags that seem to be present in legitimately antisemitic "interpretations" of kyman.

now, what one considers antisemitic is debatable, though i've never encountered a jewish "mountain" kyman & therefore as a jew talking to goyim, i think my opinion on it should be valued. and i'm not saying im the authority on all things jewish, but im friends with... four jews in this fandom now and we all have the same opinion on kyman. i think that's notable. i'm jus the loudmouth one. and additionally i don't think it's a ridiculous opinion that should be adhered to under like. a dictatorial iron fist. like people seem to think, if im not lai's lackey, i'm a neurotic jew-bitch that wants to police the fandom, but i consider myself a pretty realistic and self-aware person, and i like to think i don't get clouded by righteous self-conviction. so if i got ridiculous, i'd admit it. but i can honestly say i really dont think i have.

all ive ever said, and u can fact-check this claim because i never delete posts, is that some versions of kyman are or border on being antisemitic, and it makes me sad. ive gotten a little aggressive at times, when faced with death threats and intimidation swastikas, but always in public and always bluntly. lemme reaffirm that: i never send anons. i rarely dm ppl. and everything i've said privately to people i've argued with over the last year, i'd be comfortable posting, because i don't think i've ever said or done anything wrong - and you might roll ur eyes at that, but like i said, i pride myself on being levelheaded and nondelusional about my own actions. if i went crazy with power lmao, i'd admit it & go "damn wtf". in any other debate, i'd step into the other side's shoes, but in this case i cant, because everyone who's argued with me seems to really wanna hold onto their antisemitism, and i can't sympathize with that.

anyway. it's not an issue of liking the same thing i like. for me, it's only ever been about antisemitism. for lai, i don't wanna speak for her but kyle means the world to her and she dislikes when people do him dirty - for me, frankly, i don't really give two shits about kyle, but him being jewish means im automatically protective of him, especially because he has been done horribly dirty in the past. people can do whatever they want, but if someone tells someone their portrayal is a little iffy (and that's all i've ever done. i never send anons, i never send my friends after people. i say that with full honesty.), they shouldn't take that as bullying or cruelty; they should go "omg im sorry i didnt know! do u hav suggestions on how i can do better? i love kyle and kyman so i wanna do him/it justice." but if they laugh and embrace the accusation & proudly deem themselves a "bad kyman" or a nazi lmao, i think it's safe to assume there's some legitimate antisemitism under there.

and if they don't try to do kyman in a less offensive way, if they spitefully and intentionally make cartman creepier and more bigoted, make kyle girlier and more pathetic, have cartman call kyle "jew" ten times more than they already did - it's sus. it makes me wonder why you even ship them at all. because kyman should never be about antisemitism. that's not a big part of it. the original appeal was a rival ship, and now it's about their extreme dependence on each other. if people think demeaning kyle and his religion is a necessary part of kyman... 😬😬😬

[wannabe-bella]

The Way You Make Me Feel

She wasn't lying, "I've failed Russian Lit three times so I could be a Bella!" was in no way a lie. Chloe Beale did fail Russian Lit three times. Obviously to be a Bella.  

Right?  

Wrong.  

Yes, Chloe Beale loved being a Bella, glorified in it even, but she couldn't for the life of herself wrap her mind around Russian Literature. Science? Sure. Math? Yep. But Russian Lit?  

Hell no.  

So, here the girl was, all in her redheaded glory, sat cross legged on her bed with books and study notes based around the Russian language scattered across the mattress. Sighing for the umpteenth time, she looks up to the clock mounted on the wall and realizes that she's been studying for at least three hours.  

She's barely learned anything.  

"Great..." She mumbles low to herself. Staring back at her notes, she shuts the book over and tries to memorize what was wrote.  

After a few moments, she angrily opens the book again. "Ugh!" Frustratingly, the redhead grabs the notebook only to chuck it to the end of the bed.  

It falls off the edge only adding to her anger.  

Falling onto her back in annoyance, she lets her head rest on the pillow beneath. Exhaling loudly, she stares at the ceiling in hopes of a miracle happening.  

Seconds later, a light tap comes from the door followed by a soft, "Chlo?"  

It's Beca.  

"Yeah?" The redhead calls out, her stare on ceiling still.  

The door clicks closed as Beca makes her way in, she takes slow cautious steps while approaching her friend. "Everything okay?" She carefully asks as she sits on the edge of the bed.  

"Everything sucks." Chloe answers with a huff.  

Chuckling, Beca looks at the pile of notes laying on the bed, "That's a little dramatic, don't ya think?"  

"Not if it's the truth..." Comes from the redhead, who turns on her side away from the brunette.  

Rolling her eyes fondly, Beca reaches out to rub a soothing hand on Chloe's back, "I'm sure it's not that bad." She assures. Suddenly, the redhead flips back around to look at Beca, startling the girl, "Really? Because this is the literal worst right now!" Chloe exclaims, sitting up to be eye level with Beca. The brunette watches as Chloe brings her hands to cover her face, "If I fail then I'll have to redo my senior year. Again."

"Don't get me wrong," Beca starts, bringing her hands up to remove Chloe's from her face, "But, didn't you fail on purpose the last three times?" She cautiously asks.  

Barking out a laugh, Chloe shakes her head, "No, of course not," She answers before adding, "I only used that as a cover-up."  

"What about being a Bella?"  

"I love being a Bella. You guys are my family," Chloe looks to Beca, "So... that part may have been a teeny bit true," She says, a small smile creeping up her face. It's gone once she looks back to her study notes, "Ugh..."  

Following the redhead's gaze, Beca gives the hands in her own a reassuring squeeze before picking up one of the notebooks. Skimming through it she glances back to Chloe, "What are talking about? You'll ace this dude."  

"But I suck at Russian." Chloe says falling dramatically back.  

"You don't suck," Beca reassures, chuckling at her friend.  "You're a hell of a lot better than me. That's for sure."  

"Yeah, because you never made the stupid decision to take it." Chloe retorts.  

"Chlo, even if I did. I'd be the one out of us that would suck." Scrunching her face, Beca's eyes glance left, "That didn't sound how I thought it would."  

Her attention is brought back by the small giggles from her friend. Seconds later, the giggles turn into a full blown out laugh, echoing throughout the room.  

Bubbling over in laughter, the brunette finds herself lying beside her friend after joining in. Regaining her breath, Beca tilts her head toward Chloe, "You'll ace this dude." She says, repeating her earlier words.  

"You really think so?" Chloe asks, her eyes wide and innocent as they search Beca's for an answer.  

"I know so." Beca states confidently.  

Suddenly they find themselves staring at each other, both remaining quiet and just enjoying the momentary calm atmosphere.  

Out of nowhere, Beca bounces up from the bed, "That was super cheesy..." She says making Chloe giggle, "You are cheesy," The redhead says.  

"I doubt it."  

"You are..." Chloe says, trailing it off before adding a teasing, "I know so."  

Rolling her eyes, Beca lifts the fallen book off the floor, "That didn't even make sense."  

...

To Jesse (7am): Dude.  

To Jesse (7:06am): Dude?

To Jesse (7:20am): Jesse, wake the hell up.  

From Jesse (7:23am): Jesus Beca, it's a Saturday

To Jesse (7:24am): Finally!  

To Jesse (7:24am): I need your help, man.

...

Making her way downstairs, Chloe let's out a huge yawn while rubbing the sleep from her eyes. Stumbling her way into the kitchen of the Bellas house, she realizes it's oddly silent. Shaking it off, she continues to open the fridge door.  

Minutes later, she hears footsteps come from behind. Glancing over her shoulder, she watches as Beca makes an appearance through the doorway, "Morning," She greets.  

"Good morning, Beale." Beca says sitting at one of the kitchen stools. "How's the studying going?" She teasingly asks and lets out a laugh when Chloe turns her face up. "Great then, I assume."  

"Oh, it's great alright," Chloe says, "Infact, I even got more of it to do today."  

"What if I told you, you didn’t?" Beca throws in casually.  

“Then I’d say, you’re out of your mind.” Chloe pipes back, equally as fast. She glances over to catch Beca nod her head, “You’d be right, then.” The younger girl says. “I’m completely insane.”  

“Oh, I know.”  

“Coming from the girl who barged into my shower stall...” Beca chimes in, smirking as Chloe sends her a wink.  

She watches as Chloe grabs an apple from the fruit stand before making her way towards the door. “Off to study I go!” Chloe sings, tying to sound less depressed about it than she actually is. As she enters towards the hallway, Beca springs up from the stool.  

“Okay, so fun fact...” She trails off, grabbing hold of Chloe’s wrist, “I wasn’t kidding.”  

“Wha-” Before Chloe can even protest, Beca is pulling her along towards the stairway.  

“I’m still completely out of my mind, but...” Tipping her head at the stairs, she says, “Go get that cute butt of yours dressed.”  

…

Today was Saturday.  

Today was meant to be a study day for Chloe. The last thing she expected was her best friend to drag her out of her room.  

Who would have thought? Beca Mitchell willingly going out to the fresh outdoors.  

Chloe felt like she was dreaming.  

Which is why she was currently staring at Beca, eyebrows raised in disbelief as the two of them sat inside Beca’s car.

“An arcade?”  

“Yes.” Beca tips her head, twisting so she could face the girl. “It’ll be fun!” She tries to sound encouraging.  

“Okay, who are you and what have you done with the real Beca Mitchell?” Chloe asks, in all seriousness. She’s honestly worried that Lily has cast some voodoo spell on the girl.  

“Murdered her in cold blood, and hid the body last night,” The younger brunette answers, snickering as Chloe rolls her eyes before being lightly shoved.  

“Ah, there she is,” Chloe smiles.  

“So...” Beca trails off, tipping her head towards the arcade their currently parked outside off, “Shall we?”  

Giggling, Chloe nods, “We shall.” As she goes to open the door, Beca halts her. “Hold on, wait for just a second.” The brunette scoots out of the car, quickly jogging around the front. Chloe tries to keep her giggles intact, but fails as Beca opens the door to repeat her last question.  

“Shall we?” She asks, holding out a hand.  

“You’re such a dork,” The redhead laughs, her eyes crinkling at the sides as she reaches for her friend’s hand.  

“I’m no such thing Ms. Beale.” Beca says, shutting the door after her and locking up the car.

“Oh, I think you are Ms. Mitchell.” Chloe says teasingly, pulling the girl along by the hand towards the entrance. “And just for the record, prepare to have your ass kicked!”  

“Oh,” Beca raises her eyebrow’s, a smirk flying to her face, “do you speak to your mother with that kind of language?!”  

…

Raising her hands in victory, the brunette looks to the ceiling, “That was for you, MJ.” She says while blessing herself.  

Chloe looks on from the side, with amused eyes, a soft grin on her lips. She nearly jumps out of her skin as Beca lets out a, “I AM THE MASTER!”  

“Beca, would you chill!” Chloe squeals, grabbing onto the girls arm. “And just because you were able to dance to Thriller, on easy I might add, doesn’t automatically make you the master.”  

Scoffing, Beca brings her eyes to Chloe’s, “You’re just jealous.”  

“We weren’t even against each other!” She replies in between laughter.  

Sighing, Beca hands the controller over to Chloe, “Okay then, smartass, it’s your turn.”  

Muffling her giggles, Chloe takes the controller from Beca, their hands brushing along each other, “I’ll show you how a real master dances.”  

“Oh, please do.” Beca eggs her on, her eyes involuntarily roaming down the redhead’s body. When she notices herself doing this, she snaps her eyes back up to find Chloe smirking at her. And all Beca could do was gulp.  

Suddenly she glances to the song selection and notices that Chloe is still on the Michael Jackson section. Her eyes widen when Chloe picks-  

“The Way You Make Me Feel...” The redhead sing songs to her, a glint in her eye. She even selects the hardest difficulty.  

“Oh, so that’s how this is,” Beca nods, her eyes looking to the side. When the first notes hit, she brings them back to the other girl.  

And of course, Chloe is good.  

Okay scratch that, she is incredible.  

The redhead moves her hips to the song, copying the dancer on the screen. Her eyes catch Beca’s from the side and she gives her a wink before going into an impromptu dance move.  

Beca’s eyes follow as Chloe bends low to the ground, her mouth going dry and when the chorus hits and Chloe flicks her hair bringing herself back into a standing position, Beca almost about dies. And it shows, as she brings a hand to her heart, almost falling back.

“You Really Turn Me On...” Chloe sings to her and in a sudden instant Beca fires the next line back at her, “You Knock Me Off Of My Feet...”  

The song dwindles down to its end, and Beca feels like she can finally breathe again. Chloe struts her way towards the brunette, who’s leaned up against the wall, and smirks. “You okay, Becs?” She teases, “You look a little... flushed.”  

Beca sends her a glare, pushing off the wall, “I need a drink.”  

Chloe follows behind, grinning victoriously. When they reach the small vending area, Beca is fast to get herself a bottle of Mountain Dew.  

“Seriously?” Chloe’s face morphs into one of disgust as she stares down at the green liquid.  

“Don’t you dare insult my Mountain Dew.” Beca warns, unscrewing the cap before taking a large gulp.  

“Okay, okay,” Chloe raises her hand in surrender, moving towards the bottles of water.  

“Ugh...” Beca calls out, “That’s so boring.” She stares at the clear drink.  

“And yet it’s ten times better than that sugar monstrosity.” Chloe chimes in.  

“You sound like Aubrey.” Beca voices, scrunching up her face. “Don’t turn into Aubrey the second.” Suddenly she feels a sting on her arm, “Don’t speak about her like that,” Chloe glares, “She’s still one of my best friends.”  

Pulling a Chloe move, Beca raises her arms.

“Anyway,” Chloe speaks, “What should we do now?” She questions, her eyes flickering across all the arcade games.  

“Mini-golf?” Beca suggests, taking another sip.  

Chloe lets out a laugh, making Beca raise an eyebrow. “What, you think I can’t play?” The younger of them questions. All Chloe does is smirk while taking a drink from her water. Tipping her head back, Beca gestures to the door, “Come on, Beale. I’ll show you who’s boss.”  

…

Chloe stands astonished as Beca hits the ball into the hole.  

This is the sixth time she’s got it, in a row.  

Beca walks towards her, a satisfied smirk on her face. Chucking the golf club to her, “Your turn,” she says as Chloe barely catches the object.  

Gulping, the redhead takes a few steps near the standing point. She can faintly see the hole from over the small bridge that is set up in the middle.  

“What’s wrong?” She hears Beca’s overly smug voice, “You nervous?” She teases.  

Clearing her throat, Chloe quickly shakes her head, “Nope.” She tries to sound convincing. “Not in...” Bringing her arm out, she steadies it before bringing it down to hit the golf ball, “the slightest...” She trails off, eyes watching the ball.  

It barely goes through the bridge, before it’s falling backwards down the small hill leading to the bridge.  

She sighs. A frown forms on her face as Beca falls into a fit of giggles behind her.  

“Yeah, sure.” Beca says, walking up beside her. When she notices Chloe’s saddened state, she reaches over for a new ball. “Hey, I’ll show you how to do it.”  

Chloe follows Beca‘s movements as she sets the ball in front of her. Just as she’s about to move out of the way for Beca to step up, her breath hitches as she feels the girl come up behind her.  

“First you gotta get the stance correct,” Beca says, her breath hitting the redhead’s ear. She brings her arms around Chloe’s waist to hold onto her hands. “And your hand placement needs a little adjustment.” She uses her hands to fix Chloe’s on the golf club.  

As she’s doing this, Chloe feels like she might combust by the proximity of them. Brushing this aside, she attempts to concentrate on the brunette’s words of wisdom.  

“...once you’ve got that, all you have to do is pull back-” Beca’s voice brings her back into the moment, as their joined hands pull the club from the ground, “-and then lightly swing. Not too hard, not too soft.” The girls soothing voice says as she brings the club to the ball.  

They both watch as the ball flies over the hill, through the bridge and into the put.  

“Bingo.” Beca whispers, not moving from her position. After a few moments, she must realize their closeness and pulls back, missing the look of sadness wash over Chloe’s face from it.  

“Thanks.” Chloe says, going back to focus on the game.  

…

“Thanks for today, Bec,” Chloe says as they both return to the car after many hours at the arcade.  

“You’re welcome.” Beca replies, giving her a sheepish smile when their eyes meet.  

“Guess I’ll be going back to studying, eh?” Chloe voices with a sigh.  

“Yeah, about that...” Beca speaks up, her voice sounding mischievous. Chloe catches on and snaps her head towards her, “Beca...” Her voice warning.  

“Today feels like a day for ice cream, don’t you think?” Beca raises her eyebrows.  

Chloe rolls her eyes and shakes her head, “I guess.” She giggles. Suddenly she remembers something, “When did you get a car?” She questions as Beca reverses out of the parking lot.  

“Uh...” Shrugging, Beca replies, “I didn’t.”  

“Don’t tell me you stole a car.” Chloe jokes, but lowkey worrying on the inside.  

“That’s exactly what I did.”  

“WHAT?”  

“From Jesse!” Beca protests. “I stole it from Jesse!” She exclaims. “Jesus woman, calm yourself.” She laughs as Chloe stares daggers at her.  

“Thank God.” The redhead falls back into the seat, “I thought you were going to go to jail. Again.”  

“That was one time, Chlo!”

“Still counts.”  

“Shut it.”  

“Make me.”  

And all Beca can do is raise an eyebrow at her.  

…

Ice cream is great, Beca thinks as she scoops up another spoonful into her mouth, careless of the mess. She got herself a combo of mint, chocolate and vanilla. Something Chloe found rather odd.  

The latter of the two was currently watching the other, a small grin peeking out of their lips. Chloe brings a spoonful of her strawberry ice cream to her mouth, savouring the taste.  

“This is so good,” She hears Beca say, and she nods in agreement.  

“You have such an odd combination there.” Chloe voices, tipping her head at the ice cream Beca was devouring.  

“Odd but damn, is it fit for a God.” Beca says, making them both chuckle.  

“You’re so weird,” Chloe says. Beca halts her movements, and instead points her spoon at the redhead, “That’s my line.”  

“Oh, I’m sorry,” Chloe brings her hand to her heart, “I never realized we were bringing copyright infringement into this, my bad.”  

Beca brings the spoon back to her mouth, rolling her eyes. Suddenly she catches sight of Chloe’s strawberry flavoured ice cream, “You know, I’ve never actually had that flavour before.”

“What?!” Chloe exclaims, sounding like she was just insulted. “How?”  

Shrugging, Beca replies, “I don’t know, I guess I just never tried it.”

“We’re going to change that today.”  

“We are?”  

“Yep.” Digging the spoon into her ice cream, Chloe holds it up to Beca. “Here.”  

At Beca’s questioning stare, Chloe rolls her eyes, “Come on, open up,” She says bringing the spoon closer to the brunette’s mouth.  

As Beca opens her mouth to protest, the spoon is shoved into her mouth. “Dude!” She exclaims as some of the ice cream drips onto her chin.  

“Oops!” Chloe lets out one of those sweet giggle’s of hers and brings a hand up to Beca’s chin, using her thumb to remove the ice cream.  

Beca feels her heart beat up from the touch and fails to notice Chloe’s hand linger for a few seconds. Chloe brings the hand away, but not before licking the ice cream off her thumb.  

Yep, Beca’s heart is really feeling it today.  

…

It’s the evening when Chloe and Beca find themselves back at the Bella household. Chloe isn’t afraid to admit that she really enjoyed her day out with Beca.  

The only thing that was on her mind was that the day as a whole felt very much like a date.  

A date with Beca Mitchell; now there’s something that’s crossed her mind more than she’d like to admit.  

And now, sitting beside the brunette in Jesse’s car, she kinda wishes this day never had to end.  

“So...” She starts, staring at the house in front. “That was a nice day.”  

“Yeah,” Beca agrees with a nod. “It was.” Running a hand through her hair, she bites her bottom lip, “Guess I should get this car back to Jesse.” She announces.  

“Yeah-” Chloe trails off, unfastening her seatbelt. “Or...” Turning to face the brunette, she shrugs, “You could instead come up to my room and watch a movie?” She suggests, rather sheepishly.  

Beca, who had been staring at the Bellas house, suddenly brings her eyes to Chloe’s pale blues. “Really?”  

Reaching over the panel, Chloe unbuckles Beca’s seatbelt, “Yeah.” Smiling she tips her head towards the house, “Come on,” She teases.  

And Beca feels her heart beat up once again as she stares at her with those big puppy eyes of hers.  

Sighing, Beca lets a small grin grace her features, “But what about Russian L-”

“It can wait.” Chloe interrupts and Beca’s smile widens. “What have I done?” She asks, bringing a giggle out of Chloe.  

“Alright,” Beca says, shutting the engine of the car off. “To your room it is.” She halts as the words really hit her, but shrugs it off and instead opens the door to her side. As she’s about to step out she feels a hand on her wrist pull her back in and a pair of soft lips land on hers.  

She’s left frozen on the spot for a few moments and only when Chloe brings her face back does she snap out of her daze.

“Wha-” Seeing the beaming grin on Chloe’s face, she shakes her head, “What was that for?” She questions, feeling a smile tug on her lips.  

Shrugging, Chloe replies, “It felt right.”  

“Can we do it again?” Beca asks and Chloe giggles before nodding and leaning in to capture her lips once again.  

Beca this time, lets herself get lost in the kiss. One of her hands falling onto Chloe’s cheek as the redhead brings her arms around her neck pulling her in deeper.  

Suddenly Chloe pulls back a few inches, leaving Beca to chase after her.  

“Not that I don’t love this, but...” Finding Beca’s eyes, she lightly cringes, “we’re kind of making out in Jesse’s car.”  

Beca’s face falls as realization dawns on her, “Oh my god, you’re right.” She exclaims. Suddenly she’s out of the car, and at Chloe’s side in an instant. Opening the door, she pulls Chloe up by the hands, “Let’s go-” She says just as Chloe’s to her feet, but before they can move, she finds her lips captured once again.  

And all she can do is smile into the kiss.

[porkchop-ao3]

J19Z7 propositioning F!reader for sex? i.e. Rick in a forward attitude he doesn’t usually adopt? NSFW please, thank you :)

I hope this is the sort of thing you were after! :) It’s been a while since I’ve filled a request. So yes, he propositions the reader… with a little encouragement! This one is NSFW and 3.5k words, enjoy!

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I’d been watching Rick from a distance all evening. Usually I would’ve gone over to him by now, pulling on my usual charm in the hopes he’d pick up a damn signal for a change. But tonight, he was surrounded by friends. Well, I thought they were his friends; but the longer I watched the less I thought that. He looked incredibly uncomfortable, wincing at the words of the other Ricks around him. Occasionally he’d glance over at me, sometimes he’d look offended, sometimes he’d look angry, and sometimes he’d simply look sad.

I watched one Rick nudge another, say something out of the side of his mouth. They erupted into laughter so loud I could hear it from where I was sitting. The Rick I knew’s brow snapped down in anger and he pushed himself up from the table. He said something, but I couldn’t make it out, then he was marching away. Marching towards me.

I stared as he slumped down into the chair opposite me, my eyes wide and my eyebrows raised. He was breathing heavily and his face was a little red. He wasn’t looking at me yet, but I felt the need to say something.

“Howdy.” I said. “Is uhh, is everything cool?” I questioned, holding my drink in my hand. I’d been about to take a sip before he stormed over. Rick shook his head, sighing loudly.

“N-no! Th-those guys, those-” he stopped himself and shook his head. “I’m sorry, (y/n), I don’t mean to be so snappy with you. I-I-I didn’t even ask if it was okay to sit here. I’m so rude.”

“You’re fine, sweetie. Keep your ass on that seat.” I assured him as he started to stand. He sat back down at my command.

“I’m just- I-I-I’m so angry!”

“What did those guys say to you?” I frowned, I’d never seen him so affected before, and I was concerned.

“It doesn’t matter.” He shook his head. I didn’t push him. “Ca-can I ask you something?” He looked me in the eye and I saw him gulp.

“Of course.” I nodded.

“Do you remember when we- we-” He looked down, his eyes flickering around the table as he searched for his words. “A few weeks ago, you kissed me.” He finally finished.

“I remember.” I told him confidently, even though my heart was suddenly hammering.

“Why did you do that?” He asked. When he looked back at me, his face betrayed sadness, nervousness, a barrage of unpleasant emotions. It was like I’d hurt him with that kiss, and I felt sick.

“I’m sorry. I thought you- maybe I was wrong. Why do you think I did it?” I queried, my expression turning sad.

“I don’t know. B-because you thought it might be funny? I-I-I know I’m not the nicest looking Rick that comes to this bar. Or the most interesting. You must know a lot of the others treat me like I’m s-some sort of idiot.” His words were sharper than I was used to hearing. He was clearly frustrated and unhappy.

“So you think I did it as a joke?” I frowned, honestly a little annoyed that he’d think that of me.

“I… I don’t know.” He sighed, defeated, cradling his head in his hands.

“It wasn’t a joke. I kissed you because I like you.” I shrugged, busying myself by finally drinking from my raised glass. “I thought I’d moved too quickly, that you backed away because you weren’t ready for that. I didn’t realise you were questioning my motives; I wish you’d said something sooner.”

“I wasn’t questioning you, s-so much as I was questioning myself. I don’t know why you’d want anything to do with me, es-especially in that way.”

“Confidence.” I sighed.

“Hmm?” He looked up at me with wide, confused eyes.

“That’s what you need. You need to have more confidence in yourself.”

“How do I go about g-gaining that?” He asked me hopefully, his eyes darting back and forth between my own. I paused for a while, considering my words carefully since he was hanging off every one, it seemed.

“Hmm. Do something that scares you. Not something reckless, that’ll get you killed!” I clarified. “But something that you want to do, but daren’t. Just try it, once. You might be surprised at how liberating it is. And the more you do it the more confidence you’ll gain.” I added, hoping my advice was somewhat helpful.

Rick frowned for a while, considering my words silently. He was looking around at nothing in particular, and I wondered if I’d said something silly and useless. Was that even good advice? I hadn’t a clue. I was by no means an expert on these kinds of things. I was doing all I could, and in all honesty I just wanted to shift his focus from that damn kiss since I was getting the impression he wasn’t all that thrilled about it.

“Will you c-come home with me, tonight?” He suddenly asked. He said it with such conviction it surprised me. I narrowed my eyes in consideration, not exactly knowing what to make of it.

“What like a… sleepover?” I questioned. His cheeks went pink, and suddenly he deflated a little, avoiding eye contact.

“Well… I su-suppose you could look at it that way. If that’s what you’d be comfortable with. In actual fact I was th-thinking perhaps something… something a little more…” He was going redder and redder to the point I was getting worried. “I was wondering if you’d like to, p-p-possibly – and you don’t need to say yes! – maybe… ha-have…”

“Sex?” I finished for him, my heart thoroughly pounding in my chest at this point. He didn’t answer verbally; with his eyes firmly planted on the table he gave his head a jerky nod. I was stunned. I sat staring at him for a long time with my mouth hanging open.

“No. N-n-no, you’re right. H-how terrible of me to even think of asking such a disrespectful, disgusting thing, I-I-I-I-”

I reached across the table, touching his hand to shut him up.

“Yes.”

“Huh?” He panted, looking at me in a flash.

“Yes. Let’s go.” I grinned, finishing my drink and squeezing his hand. He stared at me in awe as I rose to my feet, tugging him to urge him to do the same.

“Are you j-joking?” He gasped.

“Do you see me laughing?” I tilted my head at him.

“Oh fu- oh gosh. Oh. O-okay. L-l-let me just-” He stammered, ripping his hand out of my grasp so he could fumble in his lab coat for his portal gun. I smiled at his reaction, and he eventually opened up a portal. He waved me through with an extremely shaky hand, and followed me through to what I soon realised was his home. We were in his living room in the blink of an eye, surrounded by eclectic artwork, antique furniture, and knick-knacks of all shapes, sizes and origin. I took a moment to familiarise myself with my new surroundings, then turned to him.

He was stood staring at me, looking all nervous and fidgety. When I made eye contact with him he opened his mouth, but he didn’t say anything. I chewed on my lip for a while, realising very quickly that I’d be the one making the moves tonight; regardless of this being his proposition in the first place.

“Just allow me to get one thing clear.” I started, noting another jerky nod of his head. “You want to do this, right? It’s okay to be nervous, I just don’t want to initiate this if you only said it as a spur of the moment thing and don’t actually want to sleep with me.”

His foot twitched, like he was going to take a step towards me, but didn’t.

“I wa-want to. I think about you a-a lot and I-I-I have thought about this, too. I want to.” He explained, finally taking that step closer, and another, and another until he reached me.

I made the first move, of course, touching his chin and bringing him in for a kiss. He didn’t flinch away like he did those few weeks ago, he reciprocated. The way he kissed was different than I expected, he was a lot slower, more skilled with his tongue; not that I expected him to be a bad kisser! Just, not as good as this. He had me parting my lips for him with a gentle sweep of his tongue along my bottom lip. He tilted his head and his hands gingerly rested on my hips; I encouraged his touch by pressing my body forwards against his and wrapping my arms around him. He made a little noise, his body noticeably relaxing as he grew more comfortable with the kiss.

My hands automatically slid down his spine, coming to rest on his backside; prompting another noise. He was letting out these half restrained little moans, just the first note and he’d cut it short. Without thinking about it I slowly brought one of my hands around his body, sneaking it between us; I gave him enough time to stop me if he didn’t want it. He let me put my hand between his legs, cupping the bulge there and rubbing as I felt him grow under my palm.

He broke the kiss then, stopping to look at me with hazy eyes and a curve to his brow that signalled both pleasure and concern. I smiled at him, hoping it’d alleviate some of his worry, then moved my fingertips to where I could feel the head of his erection, now straining against his pants. I stroked there specifically and his resulting groan was immediate and loud; his hips jolting forwards into my touch as well. I gasped softly, his reaction sending a spark of pleasure right to my core and spurring me on.

“Where do you want me?” I asked him. His eyes widened and he looked around awkwardly.

“Oh, jus-just regular, in- inside your…” he trailed off. I caught his meaning and tried my very best not to laugh at the miscommunication.

“Mind out the gutter, sweetie. Your bedroom? Or here?” I grinned at him. My attempt at light-heartedness didn’t translate, because he was clearly mortified.

“Oh no! H-how embarrassing, I didn’t mean to- oh gosh, I’m sorry! I was-wasn’t thinking straight!”

“I know what you were thinking about. You don’t have to explain.” I assured him, going onto my tip-toes briefly to kiss his jaw. He frowned at himself, red in the face from more than just arousal.

“B-bedroom. If- if that’s okay.” He answered meekly.

“Lead the way, handsome.”

-

We were kissing on his bed; I’d undone his pants and I now had my hand on him, skin to skin. I was straddling one of his legs, subtly rubbing up against it since he was yet to touch me. His hands were balled into fists by his head, resting on the bed, it was as if he were chained there. I didn’t think he was doing it to be selfish; I thought he probably didn’t know what to do. I sat up letting go of him so I could lift my dress up and over my head; he gasped as my body was revealed to him, covered only by my bra and panties.

“Woah. L-look at you.” He whispered. I licked my lips and pulled on the bottom of his shirt, untucking it completely from his already open pants, and lifting it. He helped me remove it, and shivered when I ran my hand down his chest over his nipple. I hummed appreciatively, then pushed myself backwards, sliding off of the bed and pulling on his pants.

He seemed hesitant at first, making a sound of protest, but he seemed to remember what we were doing and lifted his hips for me. His boxers came down with them, leaving him totally naked. It was the first time I’d gotten a good look at what he was packing; he’d felt big in my hand and seeing it confirmed this. He was the biggest I’d had, and there was a moment of nervousness at the possibility of it hurting.

I shook the thought away, looking up from his cock to his eyes. I held onto his ankles and pulled him closer to the edge of the bed and he took the hint; scooting to sit on the edge. Suddenly, my tits were at eye level for him.

“Why don’t you take my panties off, baby?” I purred, coming forward to stand between his legs. He glanced down at the final article of clothing, though it seemed to take effort to tear his eyes away from my chest. When his hands met the waistband of my underwear, I said; “With your teeth.”

“Huh?” He balked, his eyes flashing up to my face and practically shooting out of his skull.

“I’m kidding.” I teased. I had a habit of making stupid jokes in the bedroom; maybe it was my nerves manifesting. Luckily, my jokes only seemed to help calm him, and he chuckled in relief.

“Ohh, y-y-you had me there.” He breathed, shaking his head. I ran my fingers through his hair, brushing his bangs back out of his face, noting how handsome he looked like that. He hooked his fingers in the waistband of my underwear and he slowly pulled them down. The seat of my panties stuck to me from my wetness, and when they pulled away I shuddered at the subtle stimulation it gave me. “Gosh, y-your underwear is a little-” he cut himself off, looking up at me apologetically.

“Wet?” I questioned, and after a moment he nodded. “I know. It’s cause you’ve turned me on. A lot. Touch me.” I whispered, letting my underwear drop to the floor as I took his hand and guided it between my legs. He watched with a slack jaw as his hand met my slit, and I took my index and middle finger and used them to press his own two fingers to my clit. I guided them back and forth through my wetness, and he let loose a quiet, throaty moan at this. I used his fingers to roll my clit in circles, sighing at the sensations, pleased that he continued when I let go of his hand, watching me with lidded eyes and a blush on his face.

I crawled back on top of him and we edged back on the bed, so I was back to straddling his thighs. As he touched me I reached for him, stroking his cock in time with the way he was rubbing me. Leaning over him, our lips inches apart, we shared breathy moans with each other, quiet and private. In a daring move he slid his fingers backwards, slipping his middle digit inside me. I gasped and rocked my hips forward, forcing him deeper. He started panting, eyes darting down to my pussy to watch as he thrust in and out of me. My palm was growing sticky with precum, even more so at the insertion of a second finger.

“Oh gosh you f-feel so- I can’t wait to-” He stammered, eyes flashing back up to mine.

I made my mind up there and then. Taking his wrist in my hand I removed him from me, then scooted forwards on my knees so I was above his cock. I held eye contact with him as I lowered down, sliding down his generous length slowly, feeling that hot ache as he stretched me further than I ever had been, sighing in pleasure as I did. Rick hunched in the chest a little, choking on a gasp, his fingers scrunching in the bed sheets.

“Ohh ohh! Th-that’s am-amazing. P-please, keep- stay there.” He whined once my butt met his lap and he was fully seated inside me. I could feel him nudging my cervix, he’d filled me up so completely and perfectly I could do nothing but sit there and enjoy the sensation, the sense of wholeness. “S-so hot an-and tight!” He added, opening his eyes to look at me.

“You like that?” I asked, pulsing my muscles around him. Every squeeze ached so deliciously.

“Yes!” He cried, sitting up on his elbows. His chest rose and fell quickly and I smoothed my hands over his chest, up and down in a bid to calm him. At this, he tentatively moved his hands to my thighs, holding onto me there instead of the bedsheets.

“You want me to move?” I queried, licking my lips and resisting to move anyway before he had the chance to answer. Rick took a breath then nodded briskly.

“Y-yeah. Please.” He breathed. As soon as I did he was moaning loudly, rolling his head back and staring at the ceiling. I rode him with a decent pace, not too fast but I hardly took things slowly either; it was irresistible. The thick head of his cock stroked so perfectly against my sweet spot and his pubic bone nudged my clit with every down stroke. It felt incredible. Unbelievably satisfying.

I leaned forward, resting on his chest for support as I bounced my ass behind me on his cock. It didn’t take me long to work up a rhythm and soon Rick was thrusting too, meeting my hips in perfect timing as if all his nerves and hesitation flew out the window. He was doing whatever felt good, and there was something so pleasing about that; so I egged him on.

“Ohh god. That’s it. Pound me like that, Rick.” I cried, looking down at him to see he’d grown incredibly enthralled by my breasts as they bounced with my movements. He grunted, sliding his hands up to my waist, wrapping those long arms around me and helping guide me back and forth. Where’d that timid guy disappear to? I laughed through my pleasure, loving every minute of it.

He was so much different to how I expected him to be, now that he’d gotten into it. I leaned down to kiss him, slowing my pace down for just a moment as I allowed my tongue to roam is mouth, meeting his own and playing for a while before withdrawing, but staying near.

“I’ve been thinking about this for weeks.” I admitted to him freely.

“M-me too.” He instantly replied. I was surprised, flattered and deeply aroused all at the same time. “I tried not to b-but it just kept coming into m-m-my head. Ahh!” He hissed, thrusting roughly up into me like he couldn’t control it.

“Shit.” I sighed, shifting so I could get more leverage, letting him have it. Seeing the way he writhed and panted below me, moaning and sighing and scrunching his eyes up, his fingertips pressing hard into my sides. Oh god. It was an absolute treat, so much better than any of my fantasies. I just wanted to see him come apart, to lose all control to the pleasure and fill me up. I just wanted to push him over the edge, and fast.

Rick suddenly yelled my name, going rigid. “I’m s-so close! I’m gon-gonna- oh God!”

“Cum. Do it for me baby, I want you to cum.” I purred, clenching my pussy around him as I slammed my hips down over and over.

“Ohh fuck, oh yes!” He gasped, his spine arching and his head pressing back into the mattress, messing up his hair. He froze for a second then howled in release and I could feel his thick cock throbbing inside me, spurting deep and filling me just how I’d wanted. I practically growled with the intense satisfaction I felt, finally hearing the sounds he made and seeing the faces he pulled; everything. I hadn’t realised until then just how much I’d really wanted it.

I slowed down gradually, bringing him down bit by bit as all of his muscles unclenched and he relaxed back onto the bed. His breathing was loud and laboured when I eventually stopped completely. He opened his eyes to look at me, going still.

“That was in-intense. I’m s-sorry, I didn’t give you much warning!” He prattled straight away and I rolled my eyes at him, bending over to kiss him. He let me, keeping quiet while I did, but as soon as I broke away he spoke again. “Did you have an… an orgasm?” He asked shyly.

“All the orgasms in the world can’t compare to what I just witnessed.” I grinned at him.

“You didn’t. Oh gosh, I’m sorry. Let me- can I do s-something else?” He said in a panic, sitting up on his elbows again only to be pushed back down by me.

“No, baby. I’m more than satisfied.” I told him truthfully, then slowly eased up off of him. I groaned as his cock slipped out of me, feeling so hot and wet, followed by his ejaculate. “But you can help me shower.” I suggested cheekily.

“Y-yes. Absolutely!” He nodded eagerly.

Before we went, I made sure to shower him in more kisses, enjoying every moment while I could. After all, I had no idea if I’d be lucky enough for this to happen ever again. Though I sure hoped I would be.

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Never had a thing for fairytales

all i can say is that this wasn’t meant to be posted lol

Never had a thing for fairytales

He creeps the shit out of her walking around the class quietly, yet still letting her know that he is moving and she doesn't even need to look at him. That's the safest option to stare at her paper despite the fact she isn't sure what to write, but as long as she's not looking up or checking how's everyone doing, she is safe from him paying attention to her.

He's been the most intimidating guy that has ever taught her anything; not even those old, respected professors, who's been working at uni for years and he isn't a real professor here yet. He is still studying physics, getting master's degree in teaching and he already freezes her blood being only few years older than she is.

The test is hell as always, every week, but Luna is already used to those even if she always is dying zombie, studying whole night before, not wanting to fail anything cause she would be majorly fucked. She looks at him from under her lashes when he is walking towards the desk, so she sees only his back. His hands are behind, his fingers laced and she can see he is playing with the weird ring he is always wearing, keeping her mind wondering whether he is married or not. She doesn’t really care, at all even, it’s just the fact that no one really knows anything about him, just his last name and the fact he is still studying. That’s all and Luna has always been curious person, so no one really should blame her here.

The end of her pen somehow ends up between her teeth, because this dumb question is too complicated for her to even understand, damn him, she studied for this, she knows this, yet the way he constructed the question makes her wants to throw up. He always wants to be sneaky, making different versions of the tests, changing the order of the exercises and all shit possible to let them do absolutely nothing but writing only stuff they have learned.

Luna is absolutely stressed even if the questions she answered and problems she solved are enough to pass, her grades are at good level, she isn’t really endangered specie here yet, but it’s still unsettling how he keeps walking around in his expensive shoes, tight, black pants and always white shirts. She doesn’t even want to know how many of them he possesses; the number would probably scare her away, very, very away. She has never seen him having his hands in the pockets, never laughing loudly or drinking, or eating, at this point she wonders if he is a fucking cyborg or maybe just some kinda creepy vampire and she ended up in weird twilight au, but it really doesn’t seem so.

He just probably is this kinda asshole who has nothing better to do than making student’s life worse and the fact that he has this perfectly shaped jaw and long legs doesn’t pull Luna’s mood up in any way.

Few seconds later he catches her staring and all of the blood leaves all parts of her head, just to end up focused on the cheeks, and yes she is here done, blushing, and he didn’t even open his mouth to tell some shit that will make everyone look at her like at a weirdo who dares to interrupt the test. The pen moves out automatically away from her face before Luna puts it on her paper and wants to put her eyes down as well, but they can’t leave his, staring at his cold brown look.

“Are you done yet?” He asks her, his voice stable, not blank at all, but it’s not changing any tone. Just few people look up to check what happened, who dared to do something earlier, to make Balsano think they are done before the time is up.

Luna just shakes her head, more like moves it to the sides softly, hoping it will be enough for him to leave her alone. One can wish. “Then do you have any question?” She repeats her earlier movement. He frowns softly, still keeping it cool though and Luna just wants to keep writing, to look down, but she really wants to not say a word and it means she has to keep her eyes on him.

“Are you feeling bad? Is your pen not working?” He throws possible reasons of her not solving her test right now and this is the worst, because Luna has like minus one excuses. He is looking at her all the time, expecting any kind of explanation, and here she is, deciding to probably commit suicide in his class. “No, everything is fine.”

Blessing her voice for not shaking, she just waits for him to say some nasty shit or whatever, he is a creep and he is capable of all shit as long as he won’t be sued for it. He crosses his arms with soft hum, one of his eyebrows is softly twitching, Luna wouldn’t notice it if it weren’t for her staring at him.

“Well, then, why aren’t you writing your test, Valente?” He asks eventually, apparently deciding to leave her alone, and bless the stars for that.

“I am, I was just thinking about this one question,” she says and he sighs dramatically. “I am very sorry to inform you, but the answer won’t appear on my face, so just focus on the test. All of you.”

Luna just wants to go home and die.

Her head hurts like bitch and that’s the first thing Luna can feel after she was drinking last night. Every single time she asks herself why is she like this, promises never doing it again and yet she always ends up dying of headache and confusion. Sunlight going through the curtains on the windows blinds her majorly and she just turns around and growls in the pillow.

Something is kinda wrong, because the smell isn’t right; it’s not her pillow definitely, it’s softer and definitely doesn’t have her floral pattern. Luna curses under her breath, of course she pulled this kind of shit, obviously, she wouldn’t be herself if she chilled the one time Pedro wasn’t there to drag her home.

She actually remembers talking so some guy, she remembers that he was hot as fuck and honestly nice so there’s not much damage done. The comforter is wrapped around her body and when she manages to open her eyes she sees it’s all white. The walls are white, and furniture is white, there are books on the shelves and there is this fancy, fancy desk, with laptop and a fuck ton of some weird papers on it. This is getting weirder and weirder honestly, she wants to walk around and see what kind of person she slept with last night, who left her alone in their bed, yet she decides that she should get up and try to not die of awkwardness.

The only thing Luna can put on is the black tshirt someone for sure put next to her on the bed. She throws away the comforter noticing this little hickey under her hip bone and she kinda blesses the fact it’s not on her neck or something. The fabric of the tshirt seems to be too thin and Luna feels a bit uncomfy in it, yet there is nothing else so the tshirt has to be.

There is a voice coming from the, as she guesses, kitchen, because as she leaves the bedroom she ends up in just as light living room, not letting herself stare around for now. Maybe if she gets lucky she will be able to do so later, but for now all Luna needs to do is find the guy, if she actually ended up with that guy.

The only opened door she can see is on the other side of the room and this seems like right door. Luna feels as if she is in this weird horror game, but the place doesn’t look like horrors do. She stops herself on the doorstep, kitchen doorstep and almost falls down, because the drunkest her always picks the hottest guys. She sees bare back facing her, few circle tattoos curling down his spine, another one going over his shoulder blade. His sweatpants are super low on his hips, very, very nice hips, and Luna has no idea what would have to have the front for her to not be dead.

She clears her throat for him to answer and may the lightning strike her in this very moment when he turns to her if she isn’t dreaming at this point, because her own asshole physics ta is apparently the one who left mark under her hip bone.

Smirk appears on his face, this kind of lazy smirk she would never expect him to have, yet at the same time it fits him incredibly much. “Sleeping beauty woke up, good morning.” He says before taking a sip from his cup and putting it on the counter. “Do you want anything? Coffee? Tea?”

Luna is too shook to actually answer anything. She must have been drunk as fuck last night or he must have been impossibly charming, which she decided was because he was drunk as fuck too.

She opens her mouth barely, but no words leave her mouth when she remembers that she is wearing his tshirt and is completely naked underneath. Just after she thought so he carefully eyes her up and down, making her feel actually naked. What Luna tries to ignore is his chest and the fact he doesn’t seem to be any ashamed of standing like this in front of her.

“You know-” he starts, crossing his arms. “You were definitely more talkative with my head between your thighs.”

If she was lost, confused, dying even few seconds ago, now she definitely ended up in hell for cursing at his ass every single class and now it’s karma going back to her. Matteo smirks even more seeing her reaction and she really just wants to go home since it’s misfire of the century.

She clears her throat once again to say anything really, whatever.

“I don’t like coffee, so,” she mumbles and this must be enough for him for now.

He sighs and turns around to reach for another cup in the cupboard above him. Luna doesn’t make a step towards there, staying still in ‘her’ doorstep and hoping that if she stays there long enough he is gonna just disappear and she will wake up in her bed.

“Well then, tea it is, Valente.” He says, setting the water to heat.

“Luna.” She interrupts and he looks at her with raised eyebrows. “What?”

“I think that if we already reached the stage when you have had your head between my thighs, you can use my name. At least now until I leave.” Luna crosses her arms, glaring at him and he seems very amused, but also there is some other small thing in his look, and she can’t catch it yet.

“Are you already planning to leave? I am here making you tea, so you aren’t leaving for now.”

She snorts, leaning against the doorframe. “Where can I find my clothes?”

He chuckles softly, “I have no idea, probably by the entrance door. You were super in hurry last night. Not that I complain.”

Luna covers her face with her hands, this is definitely too much for her, for her patience and for her heart, because with every line like this she is more and more sure of what happened last night and as much as she loves the idea, she still hates the guy and he probably hates her. So, there is something wrong with him right now; he is acting actually chill and definitely not sending her cold stares, quite opposite in this very moment.

He leaves his coffee and her tea on the counter and goes to her. Well, he intends to go through the door to leave the kitchen, but that Luna didn’t think and he bumps into her.

“I don’t really mind you walking around in my tshirt, but if you miss that pretty, little dress-” His hands end up on her hips as he is passing her by and making himself a place in the doorstep, and Luna loses it for a moment, remembering his hands on her the night before and she honestly doesn’t want to leave, but her body is one and her brain is second. She has to go home, take a shower and try to forget about this one time thing and how hot this fucker looks without his shirt on.

She steps softly on the wooden, cold floor until she is by the counter to get her tea and wonders how it’s gonna be now in class when she has been here, seen him like this. He is back quickly anyway, standing too close to her for it to be normal, Luna doesn’t mind, it is not a forced thing and at this point she doesn’t mind his presence.

“I got your dress and all the stuff to the bathroom, if you wanna shower I left you a towel there, so that’s all on you, okay?” He says and lowkey smiles, but it doesn’t end up believable and she nods softly. “Are you always so quiet or it’s just with me?” Matteo asks, nudging her slightly and she looks at him. “No, I am just thinking.”

“About what?” He asks demandingly and it feels like the creep ta and Luna pouts. “You are weird.”

“Weird.” He repeats raising his eyebrows and she nods. “What do you mean by weird though?”

“That you are not- you know.” She mumbles, not sure how to say that.

“An asshole.” Matteo guesses and Luna nods, making him laugh. It feels kind of safe to act chiller here, at least she knows he isn’t as mean right now as in the class. “I can be an asshole if you want though.”

She looks at him with raised eyebrows, because what is he even talking about? She has no idea also if he is making fun of her or not; he is having this almost serious face and apparently doesn’t care about the fact that they are too close for it to be acceptable. Yet Luna doesn’t move away either. “I don’t want you to be mean, enough that I have to stand you in class.” She pouts and tries to not look away.

Matteo sighs dramatically pulling away from the counter and walks slowly towards the white table. His hands are in the pockets of his sweats and he seems to make every movement lazily, which is lowkey surprising how unforced everything is. He is about to sit down on the chair, but something stops him.

“Are you hungry?” He asks before yawning and Luna can only stare at him for first few seconds. “Luna.” His voice wakes her up and she just nods, deciding to use the situation as much as possible.

“So you say you hate me, don’t you?” He asks, reaching for jar with chocolate while Luna takes the sepals away from her strawberry before she puts it on her pancake. “I never said I did.”

“Then what is that?”

“I don’t know,” she rolls her pancake so she can eat it without using any fork and knife, who would really? It’s breakfast. “I know that I never really liked you, because you this weirdo who doesn’t let himself as a question and you always make me feel tiny, tiniest like this.” To show how tiny, Luna points at the strawberry. “See? This small brown seed, that’s how small I feel and I hate this.”

Matteo chuckles shaking his head and she kicks him under the table. “Hey, don’t kick me.” He orders with amused voice. She scrunches her nose.

“You are making fun of me.”

He looks at her through the table and smiles taking a bite of his pancake. “You look very cute like this. And you are very tiny by yourself, why would I try to make you smaller?”

“I don’t know.” Luna shrugs, taking a bite of her pancake. “You seem like a guy who likes to torture people or something.”

Apparently chocolate and strawberries are deleting her chill and filter and at this point she keeps telling whatever her brain is thinking, and Matteo seems to notice this because he is staring at her continuously from over his plate.

“The point is, that you-” she points at him with her chocolate finger. “Have to chill, because we all plus you, will have grey hair by the end of the semester.”

He leans to her and reaches for the wrist of her hand she extended, pulling it to him and taking her finger to his mouth softly. She stares at him speechless, not sure what the hell is going on with this guy, but he seems to be very smug seeing her face. “You had chocolate on the tip of your finger.” That’s all he says and Luna tries to breathe, she can’t really though and they both know it, what makes this asshole even more full of himself.

“So, you can continue your conclusion speech about my working, I will take all advice you have for me.”

She knows he said it ironically, but manages to not look any awkward; or at least more awkward than she was. “I just genuinely think that we all would be happier if you chilled a little. No one is gonna be trying to trick or cheat on you when they all know what shit can you pull, y’know? Maybe someone would finally ask a question after the lecture if they weren’t creeped by you.”

Luna blesses herself for keeping her voice stable and quiet; all she wants to do right now is to hide under the table to make him stop looking at her like she was extra pancake he wants to eat when he is hungry.

“O-kay, do you have anything else, any complaint to make?” He smirks leaning back against his chair and crossing his arms.

She suddenly remembers, and maybe this is not the best moment to touch this topic, but who cares honestly? “Yes, you made me a damn hickey!”

Matteo smirks even more. “Do you want another one?”

The question is weird as fuck, again constructed the way Luna has no idea how to answer and what to answer, since he loves to take points for writing something he never asked. She is sleepy as hell since she overslept and is very mess today (like always, but today more), and morning test was the best thing to woke her up, obviously.

As always he is walking around, between rows of the desks, his arms crossed and steps are quiet. He is doing it slower than usually, maybe even chiller and Luna can’t stop herself from just watching him until he turns around and she can dive into her test again. She crosses her legs with dramatic sigh and pouts, skipping to another question and she wants to give up.

She looks at him hoping that he won’t notice, but he is staring at her and doesn’t take his eyes away. The first thing he does is small frown and he opens his mouth, yet stops himself letting the breath out loudly. He shakes his head very obviously and turns away walking towards his desk again, however this time he moves the chair away and takes his seat, still not stopping looking at the class.

Luna smiles to herself when his eyes lock on her and she raises an eyebrow. Corners of Matteo’s mouth curl up as he sends her a wink and maybe he won’t be that bad himself now.

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Who is really in charge of Westview?

Okay, so...Hayword is creepy and sus as hell, yeah? 

I am getting serious Pierce vibes from him. He uses people’s emotional connections to him and others to manipulate them (what he did to Monica, and using the memory of her mother) is just what Pierce did to Steve regarding Fury. Steve figured shit out a little faster, but he didn’t actually know Pierce very well, and Monica has a history with Hayword. Kind of like Stane and Tony. The closer you are to someone, the less likely you are to figure out that something’s wrong. Also, Monica is still mourning--she lost her mom like a week ago. 

Anyway, Hayword is definitely a manipulative asshole. But that doesn’t automatically make him the big bad. It does put him on my suspect list. Why didn’t he reveal that video until now? He said something about having to get ‘clearance’ I think, but...he’s the Acting Director of SWORD. He shouldn’t need to get clearance. I think that if Monica and Jimmy and Darcy had fallen in line with what he was saying, he wouldn’t have shown it at all. 

And the video was carefully tailored to show exactly what he wanted people to see. Sort of like the jump cuts and screenshots of Westview. Just seems a bit coincidental to me. I don’t know if he is ‘directing’ Westview the same way he is Director of SWORD. It’s probably a stretch, but I definitely don’t trust him.

 I don’t believe that Wanda even knows anything is broadcasting. Why would she share any of this? it was meant to be private, her happy ever after--a sitcom world where everything is happy and is tied up with a bow. Broadcasting what she is doing risks everything she’s worked so hard to get. I don’t think she’d want anyone to know what was happening.

Agnes is also obviously suspicious. She clearly knows more than she is letting on, but she doesn’t seem to be in pain like Norm or Monica when she witnesses things she isn’t meant to witness, and she doesn’t glitch out like Herb. Also, when she starts talking about ‘doing it from the top’ and making obvious references to the fact that this world isn’t real, Wanda doesn’t kick her out, like she did to Monica. She keeps up the pretense, but also clues Vision in to the fact things are not what they seem. She’s done it several times over the course of the last couple episodes. But I don’t know if she is just as trapped as Wanda or if she is more in control. Perhaps they started something together and both got in over their heads and she things Vision can help snap Wanda out of it? Maybe she is just faking her own fear and listlessness (and she seemed downright crushed a few times in this episode: talking about how you can't control kids, and when she asked Wanda if she could bring people back from the dead) for her own purposes that I, for love or money, can’t even begin to guess at. 

Wanda just lets Agnes make her cryptic, wall-breaking comments, and seems to put them from her mind entirely. She barely even notices them. And I don’t think Wanda was lying when she told Vision that she wasn’t controlling everyone in town. At least, I believe that she believes it. I think she has definitely gained more control over the past few episodes than she had in episode one, but it isn’t complete.  And really, I don’t think there’s any way in hell that she would recast her brother. Though, I am curious to see how that pans out.

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Merry Christmas, @thepinescentedair!

Because the world will never have enough coffee shop AUs, amirite?

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*****

But first, coffee    

 i.

 The morning rush is starting to die down and Alec can finally catch his breath. He’s made a dozen blended beverages in the last half hour alone, despite the frost on the widow, and Alec is glad for the chance to warm his hands in the sink. It’s too early for this.

 The door chimes and Alec resigns himself to another three hours of his best customer service face. It's not something he's particularly good at, if he's entirely honest.

 “Oh, hello,” the customer says. He’s unashamed in the way he eyes Alec up and down and Alec can’t deny he likes the way the man’s suit clings to his body. He’s not wearing a coat and his cheeks are a little rosy. “You’re not usually here in the mornings, are you?”

 “Nope,” Alec says. He unlocks the register and waits patiently. “Order when you’re ready.”

 “Succent,” the customer says. He quirks an eyebrow and grins at Alec, before handing over his own insulated mug. It’s at least twenty ounces, which is fairly regular, but there are cartoon cats printed all over the stainless steel. “Can I get an upside down coconut milk caramel macchiato to go?”

 “If you want a cavity,” Alec says as he accepts the mug. He hears Jace laugh from the kitchen. He won’t tell on Alec for the way he talks to customers, not when he’s just as cheeky.

 “I’d much rather get your name and number,” the customer says. His tone oozes confidence and his smile is almost infectious it’s so charming. If it wasn’t so early in the morning, Alec might even fall for it.

 Instead, he taps the nametag on his shirt. “Name for your order?”

 “Magnus,” he says. “Is Alec short for anything?”

 “Alexander,” Jace calls helpfully. He pokes his head out into the main room and eyes Magnus. “You’re not going to flirt your way into free coffee with him, Magnus. And I’ll tell Will you’re hitting on his baristas again.”

 “I never hit on Jem,” Magnus says, indignantly. “Just because I never flirt with      you     doesn’t mean I flirt with everyone else. Except for you of course, Alexander.” His fingers curl around Alec’s when he hands over a ten dollar bill in payment and Alec fights the urge to roll his eyes.

 “This is why I don’t take the morning shift,” Alec tells Jace. “You’re too peppy this early in the morning.”

 “The secret is not going to bed the night before,” Jace says earnestly.

 “It’ll just be a minute for your drink,” Alec says to Magnus. He’s careful to avoid skin on skin contact when he drops the coins into Magnus’ palm, but theirs fingers brush as he counts back the bills. They don’t break eye contact as Magnus drops it all in the tip jar.

 “Take all the time you need,” Magnus says with an over exaggerated wink.

     ii.

 Alec spends what feels like almost an eternity waiting on a gaggle of high school girls to decide what they want to order, though it probably takes closer to five minutes. It backs the line up to the door and Alec is tempted to kick them out of line until they’re ready to order when they all finally decide on variations of the same thing.

 Jem is working the line, quiet and efficient, and Alec has never known him to mess up an order. His eyes roll when he sees the skinny lattes with extra whip and Alec knows exactly how he feels.

 The bell chimes and Alec looks up to count how many more people joined the queue, but it’s just Magnus. Wearing skinny jeans and a dark flannel and seemingly immune to the fact that it’s below freezing outside. Not that Alec notices.

 “Waking up or staying up?” Jem calls out to Magnus, when he finally makes it to the counter.

 “Oh, you know me,” Magnus says. “Club closes at two, I’m not out of there until three, but for some reason most of society wants to start the day at seven…”

 “Sounds like me during finals week,” Alec says, casually. Thankfully, it’s his last year of it, unless he decides to go to grad school. Which he probably will. Anything to avoid having to actually work with people in the long run.

 “What are you studying?” Magnus asks.

 “Business, mostly,” Alec says. Not entirely by choice, but he’s not the one footing the bills. “Though I’m taking this class on Colonialism that’s pretty interesting.”

 “Sounds like it,” Magnus says, though he seems more amused than anything else. “If you give me your number, maybe I can help you study?”

 “More like if I give you my number, I’ll get booty call notices at three in the morning when you get off work,” Alec says.

 “Only if you’re open to it,” Magnus says. He offers Alec an insulated mug, with a glittery bee wearing a crown on it. “Sea salt caramel white mocha with coconut milk.”

 “You literally just picked a punch of words off the menu,” Alec says. He takes the cup and punches in the order into the register, passing the ticket and the cup to Jem. “That’s going to taste awful.”

 “I’ll let you taste it if you don’t mind swapping spit,” Magnus says.

 “You’re officially extra,” Alec says. “I’m gonna have to charge you for that.”

 “But you didn’t say no,” Magnus points out.

 Alec hates himself a little for it, but Magnus technically does have a point. “I hope you enjoy your teeth rotting out.”

 “I do so love coming in and see your beautiful face in the morning,” Magnus says.

 “Then you will love what my face looks like when I’ve actually had more than three hours of sleep,” Alec says. Almost immediately, he regrets saying it, but then Magnus laughs and Alec really kind of likes the sound of that. “That wasn’t an invitation!”

 “Haven’t even gone on a date and you’re already inviting me into your bed,” Magnus says and Alec actually feels his cheeks flush.

 “Leave him alone, Magnus,” Jem says. “It’s hard to find competent help this early in the morning.”

 “You’re no fun,” Magnus says, and Alec almost agrees.

     iii.

 The sun has long since gone down for the night and Alec is tidying up the sitting area as much as he can before they close shop. They’ll get one last rush in the next few minutes, but thankfully they won’t linger. Not on a Sunday evening.

 The door chimes and Alec automatically calls out a greeting. It’s Magnus, because it always seems to be Magnus, and Alec’s heart races in his chest. He shouldn’t be this emotionally invested in a guy he barely knows, but Alec is starting to look forward to when Magnus comes by.

 Tonight, he’s dressed for clubbing. His jeans are tight and his boots look expensive and Alec wants to tangle his fingers in Magnus’ artfully tousled hair. He’s got eyeliner on and Alec actually feels kind of weak in the knees. It’s a sign he needs a drink or to get laid or maybe both.

 “Alexander,” Magnus says, pleased. “I was disappointed you weren’t in this morning.”

 “I was just covering Will’s shifts these last few weeks,” Alec says. He’s technically Alec’s manager, though there is no real formality in the coffee shop. They’re all basically family anyway. “Jace thinks he’s faking his pneumonia.”

 “Well, I suppose it’s good he’s feeling better,” Magnus says. He moves slowly, giving Alec every chance to back away from his advance, before touching his elbow. “I do hope you don’t think I’m coming on too strongly. I enjoy seeing you but I understand you are under a sense of obligation to be polite.”

 “If I didn’t like the way you were treating me, you would know,” Alec says. “And Will doesn’t give a shit how we treat belligerent customers, as long as he doesn’t get sued in the long run.”

 “I assume that’s mostly Jem’s influence on the shop,” Magnus says, and he’s probably not wrong. “Have you worked here long?”

 “A few months. Mostly night shifts,” Alec says. He glances at the clock and steps away from Magnus to toss his dirty rag into the sink on the other side of the bar. “Jace and I were roommates in prep school. He told me his cousin was hiring, I didn’t think being a barista would be that bad. It’s not, for the most part.”

 “Well, if you want to get out of the coffee scene, I can get you the hook up at my bar,” Magnus says.

 “Your bar,” Alec deadpans. “As in you own it? Are you offering to be my sugar daddy?”

 “I wouldn’t make you work if you were going to be my sugar baby,” Magnus says. “And yes. Pandemonium. You’ve probably heard of it. I’m actually on my way there now, if you want to join me.”

 “My sister likes to dance there,” Alec says, nodding. He’s almost regretful that he’s going to have to turn Magnus down, but he still has another hour and a half on his shift. “What ridiculous drink can I get you tonight?”

 Magnus taps his chin thoughtfully and Alec is distracted by the rings on his long fingers. He holds out a travel mug covered in gold glitter and says, “Creme brulee praline latte. Iced, with almond milk. That sounds fun.”

 “That sounds like a sugar coma,” Alec corrects, but he takes Magnus’ cup and lets his fingers linger on Magnus’ own.

     iv.

 It’s a slow night and Jem doesn’t object to Alec spreading his textbook out on the counting counter and reading in between customers. It’s only a few weeks until the semester is over, and he doesn’t feel as prepared as he would like to be.

 The door chimes and Alec looks up to see Tessa and Magnus laughing together. The rational part of his brain      knows     Tessa has a weird thing with both Jem and Will, but it doesn’t stop him from feeling a little jealous. He has no right to be jealous. He doesn’t even know if Magnus’ attentions are genuine or if he flirts with everyone he meets.

 “Store is closed,” Will deadpans from where he’s reading in the corner. “We don’t sell coffee to traitors who go to weird      art nouveau    shows in Manhattan instead of staying home for leftover night.”

 “Well, it’s a good thing I want a cup of tea then,” Tessa says. She sticks her tongue out and Will pouts at her. It’s like they’re in their own little world and Alec doesn’t mind.

 “Ah, to be in love,” Magnus says. “Do you ever wonder what it would be like to spend so much time with a single person?”

 “Maybe it’s easier when you’re poly,” Alec says. He holds his hand out for Magnus’ reusable cup, and he turns it over in his hand to read it. “World’s Best Cat Mom?”

 “The world is heteronormative,” Magnus says with a shrug. “I’m not. Wanna see a picture? If you give me your number I can text it to you.”

 Alec laughs and shakes his head. He unlocks the register and starts tapping at the screen. “What gross monstrosity do you want tonight?”

 “Pumpkin spice latte with a pump of caramel and sea salt on top,” Magnus says, pulling out his wallet and searching for a card. “I need to get the taste of bad caviar off my tongue.”

 “I’ve heard pineapple juice makes the taste less salty,” Alec says. He swipes Magnus’ black card and hands it back to him.

 “Do you wanna test that theory? You can come out with me, I’ll get a Pina Colada, you can get a Hawaiian Stone Sour…” Magnus says.

 “You would be into mixed drinks,” Alec says, shaking his head and laughing. He’s almost tempted, but he really needs to study. Besides, he’s still got time left on his shift tonight.

 “Anyone who hates mixed drinks is lying to themselves,” Magnus says. “You enjoy your Whiskey on the Rocks and I’ll enjoy my Sex on the Beach.”

 “If you’re drinking by yourself, is it Sex on the Beach, or masturbation?” Alec asks.

 “Alexander,” Magnus says with mock indignation, “are you flirting with me?”

 “I just want the tip,” Alec deadpans, and Magnus laughs. It’s a struggle to keep the grin off his face but he can’t stop the way his cheeks warm at the sound.

     v.

 Holiday shopping season is in full swing and the shop is bursting with activity. The normal lulls are nonexistent with school being out for a few weeks and Alec is glad his last final was this morning because he feels dead on his feet. He would murder for a massage right now.

 He’s traded places with Jace, working the line while Jace takes orders, and it gets him away from the yuppie moms who think shopping small will change their karma for the year. If he gets yelled at one more time for being out of peppermint syrup a week before Christmas, he might actually punch someone.

 “Your boyfriend is here,” Jace says, and Alec snaps out of his reverie to see Magnus waving at him from the back of the line.

 For once, Magnus is wearing a peacoat to keep the cold at bay and Alec wants nothing more than to wrap himself up in the warmth and disappear.      Take me with you    , he thinks, but his throat is too dry to form the words. It doesn’t occur to him to correct Jace.

 “You look miserable, darling,” Magnus says when he makes his way to the counter. His drink is the weekend special - brown sugar caramel shortbread as a blended drink - and his cup says      when you play for both teams you never lose    in pink and purple and blue.

 “I need a stiff drink,” Alec says. He fills Magnus’ cup to the brim with whip and adds extra caramel drizzle. “Lets just say, I’m ready to sleep until next semester.”

 “Well, if you need a nightcap after you get off tonight…” There’s a double entendre hanging there and Alec is so tempted to take Magnus up on it. He feels like they’ve been playing this game for weeks and he doesn’t know how much longer they’ll go at it before Magnus gets bored.

 “You tired of getting Blue Balls alone in your bar?” Alec asks. His tone is low, mindful of the teeneagers chattering a few feet away, and it makes it feel more intimate somehow. “You look like you enjoy some coconut rum every now and then.”

 “Did you google mixed drinks just to flirt with me?” Magnus asks. “Because I’m very impressed if you did.”

 “Alec,” Jace says. He’s got two more tickets he’s started on, but there’s still a customer waiting to order. He doesn’t sound pressed, not yet, but Alec knows Jace will nag him if he slacks off too much. Like Jace isn't the king of shirking duties himself.

 Alec tugs a napkin out of the stack and jots his number down quickly before he all but shoves it into Magnus’ waiting palm. “If you’re lucky, I’ll get off by ten. I’m out of work at six though.”

 For once, it’s Magnus’ turn to be caught off guard.

     vi.

 Magnus’ apartment is everything Alec expected it to be. Cultured and classy, random things on display but everything tucked away neatly. His cat greets them at the door, meowing loudly for attention before being silenced by a bowl of homemade cat food.

 “Are you sure you don’t want to go to the club?” Magnus asks. His hand is warm on the small of Alec’s back as he guides him to the living room. There’s an amazing view from his window, Alec is sure, but he’s distracted by how close Magnus is. They’ve never really had the chance to be this close before.

 “I’m not easy,” Alec says. He pushes Magnus back onto his couch and straddles his lap. He likes that Magnus is letting him set the pace, content to go and do whatever Alec wants. “Just, for the record. I like going to dinner and going out. Pizza. Movies. Coffee. I’m not      good     at it, but I like it.”

 “I’ll be sure to keep that in mind,” Magnus says. He rests his hands on Alec’s hips when Alec’s find his shoulders and their first kiss is every bit as sweet as he thought it would be. Magnus doesn’t taste anything like the ridiculous coffee drink he ordered earlier, but still just as addictive.

 “I don’t put out on the first date,” Alec says, in between kisses. Magnus’ hair is every bit as soft as it looks and he likes the soft scrape of his stubble against Alec’s owns. Magnus' grip is surprisingly tight and Alec feels both weak and empowered. “But technically this isn’t a date?”

 “We don’t have to do anything you don’t want to do,” Magnus says. His lips catch Alec’s chin, the curve of his jaw, and his Adam’s Apple in a flurry of delicate kisses. He presses up against Alec as he drags him close and Alec thinks they both know exactly where this is going.

 They don’t make it to the bedroom before they end up naked and tangled together. Magnus looks every bit as gorgeous as he does undressed as he does in his skinny jeans or form fitting suits and Alec wants to touch every bit of him. His biceps are surprisingly thick and his abs quiver under Alec’s desperate kisses.

 Magnus comes on Alec’s tongue long before Alec is ready for it to be over. Alec comes all over Magnus’ fingers almost as soon as Magnus takes him in hand. It’s oddly perfect.

 After, when they’re tangled in a blanket on the floor in front of the couch, Alec props his chin on Magnus’ chest and huffs at him. “Are you going to kick me out, or can we make it for a round two if we make it to the bedroom?”

 Magnus’ fingers trace delicate patterns on the back of Alec’s neck and his laugh is beautiful. “If you feel like spending the night, I can recommend this great little coffee shop downtown.”

 “Mmh,” Alec says. He closes his eyes and loses himself in Magnus’ gentle touches. “Americano, extra espresso. Black.”

 “And you think my coffee taste is disgusting,” Magnus says. He kisses Alec’s sweaty hair before dropping his head back onto the carpet. He swats at Alec’s ass playfully and Alec laughs. “I think I can manage that.”

[haedonghae]

Submissive [Donghae x You] Fanfic pt. 19

Type: Smut + Series

Rating: R [Contains swearing, sexual encounters/references, violence]

Characters: You, Donghae, rest of SuJu [*Other characters from other bands may be added]

Description of Story: At one SuJu fan signing, you thought you were going to be another fan that meets Super Junior. Yet, Donghae thinks differently. After weird encounters with this Kpop Star, he starts to spend crazy amounts of money on you. But it all doesn’t come for free. He starts to expect you will give him something in return.

Length: Long

This part includes: Staying with Heechul

Heechul and you got a taxi to go to his home after leaving Donghae’s house. While driving there, Heechul explained why he decided to also fly back to South Korea and get you. Heechul said he could sense something was suspicious between Donghae and you for a while and seeing the way Donghae forced you to come back to Korea with him made Heechul feel uncomfortable so he felt like it was his duty to fly over to get you and protect you from Donghae. You felt your cheeks go red as he talked about how he wanted to protect you. You would’ve never thought in a billion years that your ultimate bias would be saying such things to you. 

The taxi eventually stopped in front of an apartment building that looked extremely fancy. It looked like one of those skyscraper business buildings you see in New York City or something. Heechul and you exited the car and he scanned his key card to open the door for you both to enter the building. You two took the elevator up in silence which just made your heart race even more than it was. Even though Heechul talking to you and you thinking about your response over and over again made you a nervous wreck, the feeling of awkwardness pressing against you when it was quiet was worse for you. 

Eventually, the doors opened and Heechul led you down to his place that was in the corner. Right when he opened the door, you were hit with the smell of cookies. For some reason, his house was doused in the scent of just baked cookies, even though there was none anywhere. Looking around the house, you felt very cautious about where you would step. His furniture looked expensive and you just didn’t want to put your clumsiness in that equation. His didn’t really live in an apartment though. It was more like a studio since the only other room he had was the bathroom. Everything else was one room. His bedroom was a little weird though. There was a small staircase that led up to his bed. It was kind of cool though.

(visual of Heechul’s studio) 

It wasn’t as big as Donghae’s house, obviously, but that didn’t bother you. You were in Kim Heechul’s place, there would be no reason for you to complain.

“Make yourself at home! I know we didn’t bring your stuff but feel free to sit or sleep up in my bed if you’re tired,” Heechul told you with a smile before making his way over to the fridge, “want anything to drink?”

Suddenly, you felt your phone buzz in your pocket and you pulled it out to see it was Donghae calling you. Sighing, you hit the decline button and dug the phone back down into your pocket before shaking your head, “no... t-thank you though.”

Heechul nodded before getting himself a soda and cracking it open as he took a seat at his dining room table. You looked around, not knowing where to exactly go which Heechul seemed to notice since he shouted at you to come sit by him. You did as he said and took a seat next to him, feeling your palms becoming drenched in sweat. 

“Want to play checkers?” Heechul asked, placing his soda down before getting the checkers box that was conveniently placed by him. You nodded, seeing in his eyes he wanted to play checkers and obviously you weren’t about to go against Heechul’s wish. He began to set up the board and automatically gave you the red pieces without asking.

Heechul let you have the first go and you two sat in silence for the first five minutes as nothing was really going on in the game. It wasn’t until Heechul cleared his throat and spoke up.

“Y/n... do you mind if I ask you a question?” He asked, looking straight into your eyes.

You looked at him and shook your head, even though you didn’t think you were ready for a random question thrown at you by Heechul.

“Has Donghae ever hurt you?” Heechul asked, still looking at you with his eyes locked. You gulped down a wad of nervousness and began to fidget around, not knowing exactly how to answer that. Donghae did hurt you last night. He did hurt you in the beginning when he bought you that maid outfit. He did hurt you many times by many of his remarks and the way he’d treat you when he was with Dara. But were you going to tell Heechul that?

“No,” You answered quickly, moving one of your checker pieces forward without making any eye contact with Heechul.

Heechul was silent for a little bit and you could just feel his eyes were stinging into you. Soon, he broke the silence with a sigh and moved his checker piece, “good. You see, Donghae had a girl before you that was also doing sexual favors for him. But, she ended up running away from him and then suing him for domestic and sexual abuse. Supposedly Donghae would beat her if she didn’t do what he asked and he would sneak into her room and tried to have sex with her without her wanting to. She won the case, won a bunch of money and was about to make it public but SM paid her millions to not release anything about this. So, it’s only a thing that’s been in all of Super Junior’s minds. We’ve also tried to get Donghae help by making him go to a psychologist, but he stopped going after he only went for a week. He doesn’t think he’s a sex addict when if you really think about it, he is. Even when we are on tour and we’re waiting to go on stage, we catch him watching porn. It’s ridiculous.”

You eyed Heechul as he tsked and looked off to the side. He started to look angry, yet concerned. You could see that Heechul really cared for Donghae and hated that he makes such foolish mistakes. Heechul shook his head and looked back at you, “I don’t really like that you live with him. You seem like a really nice girl, well actually an amazing girl since you like me.”

You couldn’t help but giggle at his comment. He seemed to enjoy that he got a crack out of you since he watched you laugh with sparkling eyes and a wide smile, “am I wrong?”

You shook your head and started to blush as he continued looking at you with joy. Heechul then resumed playing the game and moved one of his pieces over yours, letting out a huge laugh as he took your piece away. You pouted but deep down inside you really didn’t care. You actually wanted Heechul to win.

“I don’t want him hurting you like he hurt that girl. I would offer you to stay here, but I feel like for a girl to be living in this small place with me, we would have to be awfully close. I’m talking, nearly dating status,” Heechul said which made your eyes wide.

“So, I’m assuming Taeyeon lives with you?” You asked him suspiciously.

“No, we’re having a falling off. I don’t even know why I thought her coming to Japan with me was a good idea. We continuously fight and we don’t connect at all. Hell, we haven’t even kissed yet!”

Your mouth dropped at that comment. How could Taeyeon not want to dive into those lips of Heechul’s?

“I think I’m going to break up with her, there’s no reason to stay with a girl that doesn’t make me happy, right?” Heechul asked you with a tilt of his head.

You gulped, “uh, yeah.”

Heechul chuckled and hit you lightly on your arm, “are you just agreeing with me because you like me?”

You shook your head rapidly, “no, no I really think you should break up with her if you don’t like her! I... I’d rather see you happy than not.”

Heechul gave you another wide smile before wiping his hand all over the checker board which sent all the pieces flying. You gasped at the sudden action but before you could say anything, Heechul stood up and leaned over you, your back digging into the counter top behind you. He leaned in very close, your lips inches apart. You wanted him to stop that, it was literally killing you inside by each time he’d inch closer. But, before your lips could touch, he whispered to you, “give me your phone.”

You felt yourself shaking and your face sweating like no tomorrow. Rainstorms got nothing on you at that moment. You dove into your pocket and respectively handed Heechul your phone like he asked. He then took it, stood up and waved it at you.

“Bzz, Bzz, that vibrating sound is getting awfully annoying,” he said, hinting at the fact that Donghae was continuously calling you. You watched Heechul carefully as he walked over to the kitchen sink and began to fill it with water. What was he doing? Did he suddenly want to do the dishes?

“Let’s make a deal,” Heechul began with a low voice, sounding almost... creepy, “if I forget about Taeyeon, will you forget about Donghae? He might be constantly knocking on my door, but the least you can do is get rid of one source that he can contact you with.”

You suddenly looked at your phone that was in his hands and shook your head, even though you didn’t mind entirely focusing on Heechul instead of Donghae, “if you’re going to try to ruin my phone, please don’t. I need to contact my parents with that.”

But, Heechul didn’t listen. Instead, he plopped the phone into the sink and let the water submerge into every crevice of your device. You shrieked and launched towards it but Heechul grabbed at you and looked at you with a smile.

"Don’t worry, we can get you a new phone. I’m stacked, ok? You might not sense it with this small place, but I am. I just don’t want Donghae blowing up your phone while you stay with me,” He said and looked down at your phone that was ruined.

“I’m staying with you?” You asked, your heart pounding so loud in your chest that you were convinced Heechul could hear it.

“Well, yeah. I don’t want you to go back to an abusive guy, especially hearing about what he uses you for. And maybe once we start staying together for a while... something could happen?” Heechul asked, knowing exactly that those words would make you collapse.

“U-u-u-uhhh.”

“I did say I feel like for a girl to live with me we’d have to almost be dating. So if you’re going to be living here all the time, then we’d have to eventually get that close, right?” Heechul kept pushing at you.

“... I, uh.. uh... I don’t... I don’t know. I-I was only g-g-going to li-li-live with Dong-Donghae for only f-f-f-four month-months,” you somehow managed to say.

Heechul looked at you, crinkling his eyebrows, “soo you want to go back to Donghae’s place?”

“No!” You shouted too loud, quickly covering your mouth from the sudden outburst, “I mean, I’d like to stay with you. It’s just, I couldn’t live here. My parents are expecting me back home within four months.”

“How old are you?” Heechul suddenly asked, moving closer to you to eventually take a seat.

“18, my parents don’t want me to officially move out until I’m older,” you nervously confessed.

“ah,” Heechul nodded, “ok. Well, that’s fine. You can still stay here for four months?”

“Well, there’s also... the factor that... if I lived with Donghae, he’d give my parents money. Well, if I did... favors for him, he’d pay me to give that money to my parents. I really really don’t want to go back to Donghae, but if it’s for my family then I’d go back,” you sighed out, hating saying that to the man you loved with all your heart. You heard Heechul chuckle softly, brushing back a lock of your hair that was starting to cover your face. Your heart literally jumped out and burst onto the floor. How could he think doing that to you was ok?

“Don’t worry Y/n. I can give you money for your family. I got money, money that I don’t know what to do with it except for spending it on a pretty girl.”

You gasped, disbelieving your ears. Did Heechul really just call you pretty? What was his plan? Who let this guy say what he was saying? 

“No, Heechul I could never let you do that. I... I don’t want to come off as that girl. Don't... don’t spend your money on me,” you said shyly to him.

“Alright,” Heechul said, “you know how to do makeup, right?”

You looked at him with your eyebrows crinkled. What was he on about? Why would it matter if you knew how to do makeup? You nodded slightly and he nodded with you.

“Ok, then I hire you as my makeup artist! Make me look pretty before shows. It will give me an advantage. You can do my makeup here and then when I show up to the concert, I will have more prep time since I won’t have to do my makeup beforehand. Deal?” Heechul asked, holding out his hand.

“Are you serious?” You asked him with wide eyes.

“Do I look like I’m joking with you?” Heechul questioned with a stern look. You shook your head and looked down at his hand. Did you really want to do this? Even if Heechul was offering you money to do his makeup, what about the broadcasting job Donghae gave your dad? Would he take that away?

No. Donghae couldn’t be that heartless. If he did, you would find Donghae and beat him up. You nodded, feeling your heart race and sweat running down your face. You took Heechul’s soft hand and gave it a little shake, suddenly feeling a sense of joy run up through your body as you realized you agreed to live and work for your ultimate bias, Heechul.

[*Additional noteeeee, hey so yeah I’ve been gone... for a while... I’m really sorry. Honestly, I’ve been working my butt off this entire summer with no time to do anything except eat and sleep. Hardly did I get time to do anything in my spare time. But, my work schedule is back to not being crazy due to school being around the corner. But still... school is about to start so that might factor into any delays with more parts. I will try my hardest this time to write more though! I really do like writing fanfics and I love sharing them with everyone. It’s just, life loves to slap me in the face. Also, I’m sorry that this part contains hardly any conversations or whatever with Donghae. Don’t worry, Donghae will be back in the story, literally in the next part. We just gotta give our boy Heechul some parts. But yeah, again I’m really sorry about the lack of posting. I’ll try my best to keep on posting more though!]

[*Another additional notey, so I posted this part yesterday, working really hard on it and tumblr decided to just delete it all or something. So, I was mad about that. Was up very late last night writing it. But it’s whatever now, hopefully, nothing will happen to this part. Otherwise, I’ll... I don’t know what I’ll do but something will happen]