#am i totally gonna regret staying up until a*s hour doing this? sure but oh well

[bangguks]

Rush Hour - Crush feat. J-Hope (VHS ver.)

[httpxmattsun]

Hello!! Could I request NSFW Levi x Reader with the song In Your Eyes by The Weeknd? You totally have free reign here, and it can include whatever dark content on your list that inspires you if it goes that way!! Happy writing and thanks if you take this one in advance!!

a/n: the way I am literally so sorry for taking so long🥲i really hope you enjoy this as much as I enjoyed writing it!!!

—In your eyes

Levi Ackerman

nsfw

summary: You were so used to sex without feelings with Levi, so used to him giving you nothing, that when he finally gave you something, you didn’t know what to do with it.

TW // CW: fwb, fingering, unprotected sex, praise, pretty vanilla tbh

wc: 1.7k

Levi Ackerman was no easy man to love.

You learned that pretty quickly at the beginning of your relationship. How he only ever seemed to seek out your comfort at the dark hours of midnight. How he’d never kiss you, claiming it was too intimate for, ‘people who just fuck’. Or how he’d never waste a second in leaving your apartment as soon as he was done with his business.

Leaving you, naked and empty on the cold and dirty bed. You knew Levi Ackerman was no easy man to love. So why were you so deeply, and hopelessly in love with him? Why were you so hurt knowing that—while you saw him as a wonderful man with regrets, pain and exhaustion, he only ever saw you as a stress reliever.

It hurt. You weren’t going to sit there and lie to yourself. It hurt so much that you physically felt your heart breaking every time he’d climb out of your bed and left without a word. It hurt so much because you wanted him to stay, tell you about his worries, fears, dark secrets. Anything. But all you received was his cold eyes that held no love for anyone. It hurt, but you weren’t going anywhere anytime soon. You only hoped that one day you’d be strong enough to leave him.

But that day wouldn’t be tonight. Tonight will be another night where you let Levi abuse and use your body for his pleasure.

His lips were soft, delicate even, tracing across every inch of your skin, as if savoring your taste. It felt good, having his warm lips kiss your body, something you never really felt before.

He’s been playing with your cunt for what felt like hours, pulling orgasm after orgasms out of you with his fingers and mouth alone. Leaving hickeys on your thighs, hips, stomach, chest, anywhere he could latch onto. It’s a side you’ve never seen of him, usually, he’d just bend you over and fuck you till he was content. Groping every inch of your skin as if you were nothing more than a sex toy with warm flesh. You never had a problem with the way you both had sex, until you slowly started to fall in love with him.

But tonight was different. He took his time with you, ravishing in your taste, leaving every part of you untouched. It felt good, it felt too good.

“Levi, please.” You whine, gripping at his damp hair. His mouth currently occupied with your tit, swirling and flicking his tongue across your hard nipple and circling around the bumps of your areola. His other hand was buried in your drooling cunt, massaging your walls so deeply, yet so delicately.

“Don’t be so impatient, baby.” He growls, biting your nipple, hard. You hissed at that, hand going to pull at his roots. Yet, the temporary pain of the bite was long forgotten. All you could think of was the way the nickname “baby” rolled off his tongue. Your body shuddered under his, brows furrowed in pleasure as you let you body relax, taking everything he was offering.

“So pretty” He moans against your ear, goosebumps forming on your skin as his warm breath fanned against your face. He placed his thumb on your clit, rubbing firm circles onto the hard nub, middle and ring finger not faltering as he continued to expertly rub you in all the right places, it was euphoric. You let out a high pitch moan as you dug your nails into his forearm, causing him to let out a hiss at the stinging pain.

You wanted him inside you, desperately. All the foreplay felt like heaven but nothing could beat his thick and veiny cock rubbing deliciously against your velvety walls. It always managed to leave you brain dead.

“Please, I’ve been good, please put it in” you whine, eyes teary as you beg the man to finally give you what you want.

“S’ what you want? Want my cock that badly baby?” He coos, giving you a fake smile of sympathy.

“Yes, want it so bad,” You probably looked pathetic in his eyes, begging for his cock as if It would save your life. But you didn’t care, not when his rough hands slipped past his briefs, pulling his leaking cock out and giving it a few pumps. You felt your cunt gush at the sight alone.

Instinctively, you spread your legs, giving him more space to rest between him. He ran his cock head along your labia and clit, spreading the wetness all over you and coating himself. He let out a deep groan at the feeling of your wetness.

“But I’m having so much fun,” He fake pouts, hand reaching down to pinch you clit, making you bite your and arch your back as you let out a pained whimper.

“Stop teasing,” you cry out, hand reaching for his own to get him to stop.

“So impatient,” He grunts, damp forehead resting against yours as he guided his leaking cock at your entrance, making you sigh in relief.

Slowly, he pushed himself in. It was so much different than the other times he’d fuck you. Usually, he’d waste no time in pushing in and hammering into you without regret. But today he seemed to be taking his sweet time with you, making you feel every vein and bump against your sensitive walls as he pushed in.

“Fuck,” You moan, eyes closed shut as you dug your nails into his sweaty back.

“You’re so good to me.” He groans, forehead falling against your shoulder as he pushed himself inch by inch.

You ignored the pounding in your chest at his words and the heat creeping up to your face. This wasn’t like him at all, he never gave you praises and you were afraid that if you allowed yourself to fall for them, you’d be getting your hopes up for nothing.

“Levi,” You cooed against his ear, hips lifting up to get more of him. “Please fuck me”

It was like something snapped in him, your words sending a frenzy straight to his brain because soon after, he pulled his hips back completely and slammed into you. Not giving you a chance to fully get used to the feeling. Hammering into you at the pace you’ve grown used to.

“Fuck Levi,” Your grip on him tighten, brows furrowed and bottom lip caught between your lip.

“You’re so fucking tight.” He groans, leaning back as gripped your hips, pulling you to meet his thrusts. His eyes focusing on the way your greedy cunt swallowed him with each thrust, leaving a thin coat of transparent white. “Always so wet and tight for me, only me.”

“Only you levi, fuck, just you,” You moan, head rolling backward and mouth falling open as you focused on the feeling of his merciless thrusts.

The room reeked of sex and sweat, and the walls echoed with skin slapping and your moans. It was a lewd scene but it only caused you to grow more aroused.

You were so lost in the pleasure that you didn’t even notice him lift his head and stare at you with so much intensity. You looked so pretty right now, sweaty and fucked out, eyes rolled back with your cute little tongues lolling out of your mouth. It was a sight Levi could never get tired of seeing.

And before he could even think on his own, his lips pressed against yours in a needy and desperate kiss. You gasp against him, eyes wide in shock at the foreign feeling.

The kiss was messy. Teeth clashed against each other, tongue rubbing on each other, creating a pool of saliva to fall from the corner of your mouths. It was obvious that Levi wasn’t experienced when it came to kissing by the way he sloppily sucked on your tongue. But, the way he was kissing made it all the more pleasurable because, he kissed you like he needed you.

You moaned against him while pulling away slightly due to lack of air. With Levi’s intoxicating lips and his unfaltering thrusts, you felt yourself losing your breath by the minute. Your orgasm was approaching soon, you could feel it in the pit of your stomach. All the orgasms he pulled from you earlier made you all the more sensitive.

“Levi, I’m close,” You breathed heavily while wrapping your arm around his neck, hips moving up to meet his thrusts.

“fuck me too,” He groans, hand going down between your bodies and easily finding your clit. You breath hitched and a high pitched moan left your mouth as he rubbed harsh circles on it.

“M’ gonna come, gonna come, Levi. “ You chanted, feeling the euphoric feeling consuming your whole body. It was electric. You walls spasm and tighten once you reach your limit, making it harder for Levi to continue thrusting. Dark spots clouded your vision as you relished in the earth shattering orgasm he just have you.

It only took four more pumps before he pulled out of you and spilled his seed all over your tummy. His groans mixed with his heavy breathing made you heart do flips.

And just like that, he lays on top of you, the both of you trying to catch your breaths. Your mind still dazed from your previews orgasm and your tummy felt uncomfortable because of his cum and sweat being smushed with his.

You wanted to run your hands through damn hair, run your fingers along his back, but you weren’t sure if you were allowed to. Tonight was different, you knew that, but you still weren’t sure if you could cross a boulders that Levi had set.

You lay like that for 10 minutes, basking in each other presence before Levi abruptly got up. He didn’t even glance at you before looking for his clothes and putting them on. You didn’t know why you felt your heart breaking, you knew this was going to happened, it always did. But you couldn’t help but latch on to the ounce of hope he had given you tonight. Your mistake. You didn’t look at him, eyes focused on the ceiling above you as you tried to keep your tears at bay.

“I’ll uh, call you. Good night.” He coughs awkwardly before walking out the door.

And that’s when you allow yourself to fully let the tears fall as you let the pain in your chest take over.

Maybe one day you’ll be able to leave him.

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[rexx-lapis]

His favorite little farmer// Bull!hybrid Shigaraki x Reader

-> You work as a care keeper in a farm specializing in caws and bulls hybrids. You love all of them but you just can’t help but caring a little bit more for your little Tomura, who in your eyes look so helpless. What you don’t know is that you’re not the only one having not so professional thoughts. So what happened when your favorite hybrid tells you he wants a mate.

Tags: Lot of smut and it’s intense. Bull hybrid Shigaraki. Mention of mating, of knotting. Anal, milking, prostate stimulation, use of toys, sub Shigaraki. Lot of cum. Dacryphylia. Jealous reader and possessive Tomura. Lot of fluff, they just love each other very much. Reader is gender neutral.

I’ve red @hanji-is-life post on bull Bakugou and Deku and I just got a huge brain rot :((

Shigaraki could spend hours just looking at you. From his stable, he loved watching you work, you were so pretty. You were working so hard in the farm, always carrying something and taking good care of the cows. He loved you so much, and that meant a lot because you were the only farm keeper that he allowed to get close to him. None of the others could approach him without getting nasty bites and all. Every bull had their favorite keeper. Bakugou, Kirishima and even Midoriya had their favorite but in the end they all took turn to take care of the bulls. But not you. You were his one and only. No one was mad at him for that, not even you. They all understood. He wasn’t like the others, as he arrived in the farm in a pitiful shape. He was deadly skinny, hurt, and traumatized, unable to let a human near him. Mistreatments towards hybrid were current even more in farms. But farms like he was right now was the proof that it was possible to met good people. You had been the one to take care of him when he arrived, you fed him, washed him, made sure he wasn’t cold. You even slept in the stale next to him to make sure he was okay during the night. Slowly he had warm up to you, as he was becoming a bit more healthy every day. He was still not the biggest bull of the farm but he looked so much better. All because you took care of him. And you were so understanding, taking his defense and never pressuring him into having interaction with others. The only person he needed was you anyway.

“Hi Tomu, how are you today?

-I’m fine... And you?

-I am doing great! The weather is perfect today!”

He smiled slightly, so happy you were here with him.

“Do you want to go outside for a bit? I’ll clean your stable as you go outside.

-Can’t I just stay here with you?

-Tomu, you need to go outside a bit.”

But he really wanted to stay with you. He knew you needed space to work and that he’ll be able to see you soon but he couldn’t help it.

“If you’re nice after you’re time outside I’ll groom you!”

He finally nodded, excited to come back so you can take care of him. You lead him to the outside field, choosing one that was empty, knowing he preferred to be alone. You waved at him goodbye, your hand brushing his shoulder. His ears fluttered and he blushed slightly. He watched you go back inside, noticing how your hips sway from right to left. He couldn’t take his eyes away from your ass until you disappeared behind a wall.

“So you gonna do something about that little farmer or?”

He turned around seeing Bakugou, Midoriya, and Kirishima, in the field next to his. He looked at the wood barrier that separated them from him.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.

-Oh so she isn’t yours? You’re not interested?

-I didn’t say that”, he said firmly.

Of course you were his.

“Bakugou is right Shigaraki, look it worked out for us! I have no idea how, but somehow it worked out.

-It’s literally so easy for you, she is basically caring about you all the time.

Yeah! She is your personal keeper!”

He couldn’t deny the fact that he wanted you. So bad it sometimes kept him awake at night. Even more when he was seeing how the others all had their little mate for themselves. He was even more jealous when the rut season was coming in and that they all had their personal keeper to take care of it. That was maybe because they all were part of the breeder program. Maybe if he agreed to it, you would let him breed you. Just thinking about made him excited.

“You know how some of us had to battled to get them to let us claim them like that. Bakugou literally had to fight.

-Hey!

-It’s true, they had to put you in an isolated stable just because of it.

-He was in time out. Just like a little kid.

Do you want to die?”

Shigaraki stopped listening. But they were right. He needed to act up.

“Oi Tomu! Ready to go back ?” He turned toward your voice, to see you wave at him. He ran toward you, ready to go back.

“Guys, do y’all want to go back inside ?

-No thanks Y/n!

-Ok, be nice then”

You walked in front of him, and he realized how much you were swinging your hips. Maybe he was just noticing it now? Or maybe you were doing it on purpose? What if you were gonna go into heat soon?! No, humans did not have heat. Not that he knew about. He came back to a clean stable, a lot of food, and he even saw a few treats that were not supposed to be here.

“Shhh, don’t say anything. I don’t need to be accused of doing favoritism.”

He chuckled, getting ready for the grooming session. He couldn’t wait. And god he did not regret anything. Your gentle fingers were playing in his fur, detangling everything, you even braided the hair on his head , taking them away from his face. It felt so good. You applied the cream he needed for his skin condition around his eyes, smiling proudly. Your dropped to your knees in front of him suddenly, your face inches of his crotch. You were just checking his hooves, but fuck, he could feel himself get hard. It didn’t help that you started touching his thighs, squeezing them amazed.

“You become so strong Tomu, look at you”

Yeah he had become strong, for you, so you could be proud of him and proud to be his mate.

“Y/n?

-Yes?

-I would like to become a breeder.”

You stopped your movement, staying silent.

“Y/n?

-Y-eah sorry. Hm of course you can. It’s normal. You need a mate after all.”

Ah. There has been a misunderstanding.

“I have to go. I’ll let you know when we’ll start the program okay?”

You almost ran out of the stable, leaving him alone and sad. Fuck, why didn’t he simply told you he needed you. He didn’t need a mate, he needed you to be his mate. He felt like breaking the door and running after you. Maybe he should have followed Bakugou’s method and just tell you right up that he needed to knot you. No definitely no... He really hoped he didn’t made you sad, or that you were mad at him. It would kill him.

Your heart was clenching in your chest. What was even that pain? Why did you felt like someone had stabbed you. It was stupid, you knew that day would come. It was selfish of you to react like this. It was in his nature, he needed a mate. You already had blocked him enough. You still cried under the shower this same night. The next day you found yourself talking with your colleagues about it. Most of the bull who were used for reproduction, didn’t have any contacts with the cows. They often were violent and cows were too precious for this. But the softer ones had the chance to chose a mate and actually have a physical relationship with them. That would probably be the case for Shigaraki you thought. You needed to ask him what he thought of it. You arrived at his stable, surprised not to see him look at you. He was always up at this hour normally. You called his name, but he didn’t answer. Worried you opened his stable, just to find him laying down on the hay.

“Tomura is everything okay?”

You looked around, noticing he had not eat any of the thing you had gave him yesterday. Worried you kneeled next to him, touching his shoulder gently. He did not react, but you still heated a little noise. A sob.

“Tomu, love, tell me what’s wrong, please I’m so worried...”

He turned around a bit and you could see he had cried, his pretty red eyes puffy. You even noticed how his neck and under eyes seemed to be red, like he scratched it.

“I’m sorry Y/n. I made you sad.

-No, Tomu, you didn’t. What are you talking about.

-Yesterday. You left upset with me. I hate it. I can’t live with you being upset.

-I was not upset baby. It’s all my fault. I was selfish by reacting like this. But it’s totally normal to want a mate. Tomu, baby, you don’t have to care about me.

-But I don’t want a cow, I want you.

-What?”

He sat down, looking at you in the eyes.

“If I told you I wanted to be a part of the program it just because I wanted you to help me. Like the others are doing. I don’t want to breed anyone. Just you.”

Your heart was going to explode. He wanted you, you thought. You heart was swelling from happiness.

“Y/n, don’t cry please” he cried out panicking.

“No baby it’s fine. I’m just happy. Fuck, I would love to help you.”

He took you in his arms, almost tackling you to the ground. All you could hear was little “don’t cry” coming from him.

You ended up leaving him alone, as you still made sure he was eating correctly. He suddenly seemed way more relaxed, even though you could see a deep blush on his cheeks. His little ears were fluttering and his tail was moving from right to left excitedly. You busied yourself all day, not seeing Shigaraki much. Bakugo and Midoriya had break into a fight and you and an other helper had to take them away from each other. Midoriya told you that his rut was going to come soon and that he couldn’t stand when Bakugou came too close from one of your colleagues. The worst was that Bakugou had no interest in them, he had his own favorite keeper, he just liked to mess with Deku. You decided that those two won’t be having any contacts until their rut had passed. You reassured Deku that his s/o was fine and that they’ll come see him soon. You put him in a stable far away from the others, where he would be in a calm environment. You finally finished your day way later than usual. You were exhausted and felt like you needed a thousand showers. But you still decided to go and see how Shigaraki was doing before going to sleep. When you arrived he was already looking for you, his eyes shining as he saw you getting closer.

“Oi Y/n! You look tired .... What happened

- We had to separate Midoriya and Bakugou earlier, they are going into rut. So I had a lot of work. It was a long day.”

You saw him look at you with more attention, his eyebrows knitted tightly. He looked a bit mad when he approached his head from you, his little nose pressed against your neck, you jolt in surprise when you felt the metal of his septum piercing against your neck.

“You smell like him....

-Like who?

-Deku...

-Well I worked with him so...

-I don’t like it. Normally you smell more like me...”

He never acted territorial toward you before. Maybe it was because of your new arrangement. You would need to talk to him about it, even if you new it was probably useless. None of the other bulls had been reasonable till now. You doubted he would be an exception. You finally left him, promising him to take a shower as soon as you were home and to come back the day after smelling all clean. You’ve never been that happy to leave in the house near the farm. A bunch of other keepers had decided to leave here together as it was cheaper and so close from work. You took a shower like promised and ate something before going to bed. Before going to sleep, you decided to do a bit of research. You knew how breeding worked. You had to supervise the thing a few time which had mortified you at first. Now you learned how to get detached and let the hybrids do their things while you were working somewhere else. But the “milking” part of the process kinda made you worried. You never had that much intimacy with an hybrid. You knew some of your colleagues had and that they even went further than just the milking. There was nothing wrong with that. It was actually pretty common between hybrids and humans. But you were a shy person, in that area at least. Thinking about just touching Shigaraki like that made a wave of arousal travel through your body. You didn’t know if you were supposed to feel like this. Maybe he wasn’t asking for this. He just wanted you to do this as a professional. And you were here, thinking about it as if you were talking about your boyfriend. After re reading the method a few time, the last thing you wanted was to hurt him in some way, you went to sleep, head full of a certain hybrid.

Shigaraki slept way better than the night before, but he was still annoyed about the smell situation. Maybe he should start senting you. After all you were his. He knew he was starting to get into his rut too. Soon every bull around here would be in the same situation. It was spring so it was expected. But this time he would spend it with you and fuck he couldn’t help but be happy about it. He woke a bit early so he would clean his stable, he didn’t want to make it look messy for when you’ll come. He knew it was ridiculous but he couldn’t help it. He even cleaned himself, making sure nothing was caught in his fur. He felt suddenly so hot, he couldn’t wait for you to come. Maybe it was the general tension in the air. Knowing that there was other bull in rut around here. It made him crazy. Why couldn’t you just hurry? Maybe you weren’t even gonna do anything today. What if he got his hopes up and you weren’t planning on doing anything today? He looked at how hard he was becoming, kinda embarrassed.

“Hey Tomu!”

He jumped at the sound of your voice. You looked so pretty today. You looked pretty every day but he couldn’t point his finger on what made you look so beautiful today. Maybe it was the way you styled your hair, the makeup you wore when you usually didn’t.

“Sorry I didn’t mean to scare you. Didn’t you hear me come your way?” You chuckled.

He had to have you, he thought.

“So Tomu, I wanted to ask you when you wanted to start the breeding program. Bakugou and Midoriya are already in rut, normally yours start soon after, doesn’t it?

-It’s starting I think...”

His voice was quiet and you could see the blush on his cheeks and how he seemed more tense than usual.

“Oh okay... I’m gonna take your temperature and I’ll see from there.”

You placed the little tube on his tongue, waiting a minute before looking back. Yeah he was definitely entering his rut.

“ Ok Tomu, I’m gonna get ready and I’ll be back. We should wait till you’re completely in heat to start. Do you need me to explain how the procedure work?”

You were speaking so much words and he wasn’t even listening to them. He could only concentrate on your face, watching your lips move. He took a deep breath and he could smell you. So strong. You smelled so good.

“Don’t leave now, fuck, I need you”

You seemed conflicted for a bit.

“Ok I’ll be back in a minute, I swear it’ll be quick but I need to get something”

You didn’t let him answer as you were already leaving. He was gonna die if you didn’t come back quickly. None of his rut had been that hard on him before. It generally was longer than it was intense and it took a all day to settle down. But today his entire body was on fire and he was already so hard. You ran as fast as you could toward the office. You had let everything you needed there. You never grabbed a bag so fast, the other hybrids were looking at you weirdly when they saw you running through the farm. You came back to Tomura’s stable finding him on his knees, his cock in his hand .

“Y/n... fuck please”

He looked so gorgeous. His cock was an angry red, leaking precum like crazy. You dropped to your knees, next to him trying to comfort him a bit. You needed to get him in position so you could prep him, but he didn’t look like he wanted to move. He couldn’t stop pumping his length, not being able to cum.

“Ok I need you to get on your knees baby, you can do this for me?”

He whined but still did what you told him. He was arching his back, his cute little ears were flat against his hair. His tail was swiping in the air almost hitting you. You took the bottle of lube, squirting some on your gloved hands. He was too far gone to see anything at this point but you still wanted him to know what was going to happen. You lubbed the the upper part of what looked like a suction cup, making sure the milking tool won’t hurt him. You touch his shoulder making him look at you. You almost moan when you saw his red cheeks, teary eyes, drool almost dripping out of his mouth.

“I’m gonna put this on you baby, are you ready?

-No I want you. Not that please Y/n!

-This first, I promise I’m gonna touch you, I’ll make you feel really good.”

He didn’t say anything, you were already grabbing him in your hand. He was so heavy, throbbing against your palm. Fuck he would feel so good inside you. You stroked him a few times not being able to resist seeing him cry and buck his hips in your hand. You placed the lubbed part against his tip, his eyes falling on your hand.

“What is it?” He asked his voice quiet.

“It will help you... stay stimulated...It’s the same process we used for the cows”

It indeed looked the devices that were used to milk the cows. You pushed it down his length, watching it get swallowed. You watched Tomura, watching his eyes rolled in his head, tongue out of his mouth. Fuck you wish that was you. You wish you were the one making him feel this good.

“Ok baby, now I’m gonna touch you ok?

-Yes more !”

He threw his ass in the air, his hooves hitting the ground hard. You touched his fur, silky against your palm. Your hand caress the curve of his ass, gently spreading his cheeks.

“Y/n!

-Yes?

-W- why are you touching me there?

He didn’t had the time to answer before you push one finger inside. He gasped, throwing his head back.

« Y/n ! F-fuck »

You forgot everything when you saw him starting to rock his hips,your finger getting deeper inside him. You slowly put another finger in, his flesh already so tender you did not met any resistance. You crooked you fingers inside, your finger tips digging into his flesh’ hitting his sweet spot hard. He screamed, arching his back cumming so hard it made his entire body shake. He kept cumming as you didn’t stop moving your fingers.

« More! Please more! »

You added a new finger, the third one stretching him wide.

« Fuck, Tomura, you came so hard you’re so good. Your little hole is swallowing my fingers »

He moaned, clenching more and you looked at the tube seeing more and more cum dripping inside.

«  I’m gonna milk you hard love, you’re so pretty like this fuck »

The words were just coming out of your mouth shamelessly at this point. You knew it was not professional, but you couldn’t help it. He was driving you crazy, his pretty face was flushed, his eyes full of tears, lips bitten red and all wet with drool.

« I can’t stop! It feels too good, can’t stop- »

His voice was broken, and he was trusting his hips, making harder and harder for you to hold him down.

« I want to be inside you, please Y/n! Please! I want to cum inside- »

You wanted that to, so bad, but you knew you couldn’t right now.

« A little more love »

He was shaking from all his limbs. Your fingers started to get tired from all this, but with a final twist of your wrist, you pressed three fingers hard against his flesh, making him collapsed from pleasure.

« Too much, it hurts, please »

He was shaking on the ground, his eyes rolling in the back of his head. You stopped the movement with your fingers. You let him go of the equipment, finally freeing his cock. You looked at the machine, impressed by the amount of cum.

« Tomu are you okay? »

He nodded slowly, smiling as he felt your hand on his hair.

“It still feels good...

-I didn’t hurt you right?

-No...”

You took him in you arms, laying in the hay with him, murmuring in his ear how much you loved him. He looked so vulnerable right now, but here he was, his face pressed against your chest, breathing calmly. You kissed the top of his head, smiling as well.

“I love you, my mate” he said, pressing his lips against his neck.

“I love you too.”

You looked down at him, seeing his eyes closed, his breathing study. You needed to take the material back and to start cleaning, but you felt so good right now. Maybe it could wait a little bit more.

[oh-my-may]

Sakusa, Tsukishima and Kenma when their s/o gets a wound

requested: sakusa, tsukki, and kenma with a s/o who gets a wound? maybe they went to do an activity and get their knees scraped bad and the boys find out? how would they take care of their s/o?

Sakusa was such a good pick for this oh my that’s probably why his is a bit longer please forgive me I am weak for him ok

Sakusa Kiyoomi:

There were not a lot of things you could do as dates, since Sakusa declined most of your suggestions saying that it would be too unhygienic or too much work making sure everything would be clean.

But when you came up with the idea of going wandering on a mountain trail, where only mostly elderly people where, he was all for it. Of course he also didn’t liek staying insiode all the time, and a place where anybody went while being in nature sounded like music to his ears.

However you regretted your decision soon after you guys started your trip. You were breathing heavily and your legs already felt like spaghetti and you werent even halfway up the hill. Sakusa however, with his amazing sports stamina was walking ahead and barely notived that you fell way behind, until he wanted to talk to you and you didn’t respond to his words. He turned around wondering where you were. Did you maybe get lost? But then he saw you hanging over, your hands placed on your knees and you looked up to him smiling, but you couldn’t hide the exhaustion.

Your boyfriend couldn’t help but chuckle seeing you like that. He walks to you and stops in front of you, tilting his head while he observes your heaving figure. “You know, we can just return if you want to. But the air up here is really good and I guess it’s even better at the top.” You just shake your head, insisting on continuing this trip because it hasn’t been often that you saw Kiyoomi this careless. You were determined to make this an enjoyable trip for the both of you, but especially him. He deserved a pause from his hectic life.

So he grabs your hand and walks slowly beside you for a while, both of you enjoying the nature around you and the fresh air sweeping through your lungs. When you’re finally at the top you have a nice picnic while enjoing the view over the land, watching leaves dance in the wind and tumbling around you, taking in all the scents of exotic flowers and birds chirping somewhere in the tree tops.

You feel a lot better when you get back down. Walking down on a mountain is a lot less exhausting than walking up, after all. Your steps fly more easily. Too easily. You’re more careless with your steps and before you can stop it you stumble over a big rock in your way, landing on your knees before Sakusa can grab your wrist. However he’s quick to help you up again and you flinch and hiss when you shift your weight on your left leg again. Your knee is totally scraped, a small rill of blood running down your leg. Some small stones still stick to your skin and Sakusa is quick to pull out a small package from his backpack, because this man never goes anywhere unprepared.

He helps you sit down on a tree trunk next to the path you were walking and he looks at you with slight amusement but also worry in his eyes. He sighs before leaning down and placing a kiss on the top of your head and then kneels down in front of you, taking care of the wound. “What am I gonna do with you? You’re so clumsy...” he mumbles and you have to smile, though your knee still burns badly. Sakusa takes care of it perfectly, even kissing the bandage on top of your knee after he’s done. However, he doesn’t let you walk down again, he carries you down all the way on his back and you’re not complaining.

You just cling onto him and cuddle into his back, burying your face in his neck and stroking his hair occassionally, thanking him for taking care of you so well. He smiles to himself when he feels you pressing to him, feeling your breath so close on his skin.

After the trip he still checks up on your knee everyday, even when it’s not a wound that serious. He still claims that it shouldn’t get infected and that he’s the only one besides a doctor that can take proper care of it. Always kisses your knee after every check up! A true cariing cutie, I am way too soft for this man

Tsukishima Kei:

It was hard to get Tsukishima thrilled of the idea of going somewhere special to hang out. He was more of the stay inside kinda person, preferring just cuddling up to you in private.

You accepted his choices (even though you still got him to go to certain places sometimes) and that’s how you transformed everyday situations into little dates. Like lunch in school or staying in your garden instead of in the house, sometimes you’d even join his practice and watch him there. Even though he would never admit it, he enjoyed it when you do that. It always makes his insides all giddy and warm because you care for him so much!

You also always walk home together, talking about anything on your way or just quietly listening to music while enjoying each other’s company, silently holding or hands or sometimes he’ll just sling an arm around your shoulders and pull you close to him, walking like that for a while.

Today however you were “balancing” on a wall next to the sidewalk while talking to Kei and rambling about your day. It was fun to you focusing on taking the right steps, even though the platform you were walking on was not that small. You still had to be careful about where you placed your feet, because there were roots and other plants growing over and through the stone. “Ugh anyway, and then our teacher just made us write a test, and it was fine I guess but still sucked.” you ended your little rant.

“Y/N, are you really sure you should walk up there? Don’t you think it would be safer down here? You’re gonna get hurt if you don’t look out.” Tsukki just says while looking up to you with a vague face. You almost laughed seeing him like that. Was he actually worrying about you? Contrary to you always worrying about him at games, this was a nice change.

“Don’t be silly Kei, I’ve been balancing on things since I was a child, literally nothing will happen-” And that’s when you literally cursed yourself, because just moment later you stumble over a root and fall down, though you manage to cushion your fall with your hands which got the most damage.

Your boyfriend is right next to you in no time, helping you up and scanning your body for any injuries, but luckily only your hands got injured and your elbow felt weird, making your whole arm feel like some sort of pudding. Tsukki is just shaking his head while taking in the scrapes and cuts on your hands. You flinch when he softly touches your strained skin and he looks at you with disapproval. His eyes literally tell you “I told you so.” but fortunately he has enough tactfulness to not say it out loud. He accompanies you to your house, constantly shaking his head when you whimper and pout because your hands hurt.

He reluctantly helps you clean your hands, because he claims he’s not good with that kind of stuff and he only helps you bandage the wound because you don’t want to move your hands too much. Quiet sounds of disapproval still leave his lips as he does, though. Something like that could never happen to him, he says. Still, the look in his eyes is loving. He appreciates your playful side a lot. Without it, his life would be pretty plain. Without YOU it would be.

He loves you, but please prepare for a bunch of teasing after the incident. He will never let you climb on something or balance somewhere every again for a long time because honestly? He cares about you a little too much and he can’t bear to see you hurt in any way.

Kenma Kozume:

Kenma always seemed to be busy with some things. In the morning it was school, in the afternoon volleyball practice and in the evening and at night he was usually gaming.

You tried you best to insert yourself into his routine. Walk to school with him, spend the breaks at school with him, game with him, watch him at practice. You were fine with it, really, because you noticed how over the time he got more cooperative and sometimes skipped volleyball practice to hang out with you, or he was starting to game a bit less in order to go to the cinema with you etc.

But you still treasured the time the most when you could hang with him normally, like at practice. You could actually spend hours watching him do something else other than hanging over his console.

And the other members loved you, too. They appreciated you being at practice, it was like having another manager. You also took care of them and told them everything you observed, you brought snacks and cheered for them in any game. Sometimes you’d even join in during training camps and get along with other teams, as well.

You normally used your time during practice to do homework or work on other things, but today you helped out as the “ballboy/girl” basically and ran around the gym catching the flying volleyballs and collecting them for the boys. You’d throw them back to them or helped them to serve the ball, but you were always just moving around the whole time. You didn’t mind, though. It was actually very fun, the boys were constantly joking around. But Kenma didn’t look all that amused whenever a ball just closely missed you or when you almost fell in an attempt to catch a ball.

You watched as him and Yaku were talking to Lev and teaching him how to do a proper serve. The first year was listening eagerly, moving his hands and arms around enthusiastically and you found yourself grinning when Kenma moved his hands over his face in frustration.

Then it finally came to Lev putting all the tips into something and he was standing at the end of the field, ready to serve. You watched him fail a few times until he hit the ball with a loud bang and slammed it over the net, right to where you were standing. No one had enough time to react properly and before you could even think about diodging the ball landed straight on your chest and you fell backwards, hitting your head on the floor hard. For a moment you couldn’t see or hear anything, just darkness and dancing light in front of your eyes and a defeaning beeping in your ears.

Someone helped you to sit up and you slowly began to see contours of people around you, and their voices were still incomprehendable to you. You felt hands on your back and then on your face and you looked into your boyfriends face who had widened eyes and looked very pale.

Then he turned around and basically chased Lev through hell for doing this, giving him the lecture of his life even though you weren’t hurt that badly. there was a small wound at the back of your head and just a little bit of blood came out.

Kenma was by your side the whole time, flinching a lot more than you when you got a bandage around your head. You got some medication from the doctor and while you were tripping a little bit he still stayed at your side, giving you his console so you can play and distract yourself from ther pain

Literally really won’t leave your side, will stay at your house until you can go to school again and he just spends the days next to you in your bed, pouting when he sees the wound and carefully stroking your hair. He’s a big cuddler during this time and literally won’t led you near the gym anytime soon. He always gives Lev death stares when he gets near you, like a hissing cat.

A protective boy, 11/10 would love and cherish

[professorthaddeus]

Out of Sight

This is a companion piece to @io-kj-cr‘s heartbreaking fic, Decisions, an AU of 2x128 where Caleb gives himself up to Trent. Would highly recommend checking it out!

also on ao3

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They let him go. 

The chips were down, they were out of options with enemies at the door, Mama and Yeza and little Luc were not going to be trapped in a building with Icky-thong, and in that moment of weakness, they let him go.

“Cad, what do you see?” Fjord, grim. Caduceus is standing at the one window in the room, chosen for his keen ability to read people to keep an eye on the exchange.

The exchange. They’re selling Caleb back to the grossest person in the Empire, to his literal lifelong tormentor, and they’re just sitting here like it’s nothing. 

“They’re not hurting him. They’re just talking.” Caduceus’ voice rumbles in a steady cadence, ever the rock in the rapids. But Jester sees how his knuckles are clenched white around his staff. 

“Is he… how does he look?”

Veth, piping up from the floor, clutching Caleb’s spellbooks to her chest. Yeza’s holding her, Luc sitting uncharacteristically still by their side. He’s got a book in his hands as well. Jester’s heart thuds painfully when she recognizes the title as a collection of Zemnian fairy tales.

“He’s standing tall.”

Of course he is. They’ve all seen Caleb file away his fears and stitch himself together in the moments that really count. They’ve also seen him shake apart immediately afterwards.

This time, none of them are going to be there to help him pick up the pieces.

“This doesn’t sit well with me,” Yasha says quietly, fingers twitching toward her swords.

“Yeah, no shit.” Beau, pacing, coiled like she’s ready to pounce. “This was such a bad plan. I say we go ahead and attack them now. They’re busy with Caleb, so we could absolutely ambush them in a pincer move, or—“

“They’re gone.”

“What do you mean, gone?” Beau rushes to the window, where Caduceus is stepping aside. He leans back against the wall, looking lost in a way Jester hasn’t seen since his first time on the sea.

“I mean he and his friends stepped into a portal and disappeared.”

Beau’s jaw tightens. “They’re not his friends.”

“I don’t know,” Fjord murmurs, though Jester knows he would definitely be fuming as well if Beau wasn’t so close to the edge right now. “They did warn us they were coming.” He holds up his hands when Beau shoots him a withering look. “It could be a good thing. They might help us get him back.”

“With or without their help, I wasn’t kidding when I said our next step was going to be a jailbreak,” she mutters.

“Agreed.”

Veth lets out a shaky breath. “And he’ll be okay until then. He just has to hold on for one night, and we’ll go get him. He’s the smartest, most capable of us all; he’ll be fine.”

“Yeah, he’s way more powerful than them,” Jester adds, automatic. Something twists in her chest.

“Sure, except he doesn’t even have his fucking spellbooks.”

For once, Veth flinches instead of snapping a retort back at Beau.

“You keep these safe for me until I return, ja?”

“I don’t like this, Cay. There has to be another way.” There’s a tremor in Veth’s hands as she takes the books.

“There isn’t, and we are running out of time. Besides, he won’t kill me. He… ah, he has said many times already he simply wishes to talk.”

Jester winces. It’s going to be a long time before she forgets the haunted look that appeared in Caleb’s eyes every time Trent’s voice slithered into his ear today.

“Be good for your mother and father,” Caleb’s saying, ruffling Luc’s hair. 

He straightens to look at the rest of them, meeting their eyes one by one. Jester can almost hear him counting in his head. 

A wall slams down over his expression as he squares his shoulders.

“I am so sorry about all this.” He continues before any of them can protest. “Thank you all.”

Jester tries not to think it sounds like a goodbye.

She shoves the image of Caleb’s pale, determined face out of her head, swallowing the building lump in her throat. The last thing she needs—the last thing Mama needs—is for her to break down right now. 

“Well,” she hedges into the silence, “he’s got like, a really good memory, you guys. Maybe he doesn’t need them. Maybe he remembers all his spells.”

“I don’t—“ Beau starts, before taking a deep breath. Yasha’s hand is slipping into hers. She softens her tone. “I don’t think that’s how it works, Jes.”

“Oh.”

“Jester, I’m so sorry.” Mama speaks up from where she’s been sitting anxiously beside her. There’s so much regret in her face. “Your friend, he—”

“No, no, Mama, no.” She’s been so strong today, and Jester’s so, so proud of her for facing her fears, but she never should have been forced to do it. “This isn’t your fault at all. We brought them to you.”

Technically, she brought them here. Caleb can blame himself all he wants, but Jester’s the one who put a target on Nicodranas in that letter to Astrid all those months ago and the one who dropped Mama’s name into a conversation with an enemy guard just a few hours ago.

“Who… are they?”

“They’re, um.” Her voice wavers. She swallows again. “They’re bad people. Really, really bad people.”

“Oh, my Sapphire,” Mama hums, and it’s kind of crazy how those three words can sound like music from her lips. She reaches up to cup Jester’s cheek. “You and your friends are some of the most amazing people I’ve met. “And you,” she brushes her thumb gently across her skin, “are more creative than anyone in the world. You’ll find a way.”

Mama presses a kiss to the top of her head and then takes her hands. They’re smooth, warm. Jester looks down. Red and blue, just like when she was little, except now her hands can’t be fully covered by Mama’s. She’s grown up and stepped out of Mama’s arms and the sanctuary of their Chateau. Just like she always dreamed and plotted with Artie. It’s all she can do not to cry.

“Yeah. Yeah, you’re right,” she manages, tries for a watery smile.

“Jester,” Yasha ventures gingerly. “Can’t you talk to him?”

She shakes her head, blinking away the blurriness. “Not until tomorrow. I don’t have the energy left to cast a spell.” 

Caduceus clears his throat. “Good.” The rest of them look to him, startled. “Now there’s nothing to do but get some sleep so we’ll be ready for tomorrow. Mr. Wensforth, can you help us set something up for the night?”

The poor goblin looks up from where he’s been wringing his hands in the corner. Jester doesn’t blame him. 

Man, Yussa’s gonna be super pissed when he wakes up to find so many people in his tower.

She can’t imagine how she’s supposed to fall asleep, but Caduceus makes her drink some tea, and eventually she feels the tension of the day seep into her bones. Before it claims her consciousness, she brings the symbol of the Traveler to her chest.

“Artie, look out for him, okay?”

——— 

In the morning, Beau and Caduceus wake her and the others, careful not to disturb Mama, Yeza, or Luc.

Jester tucks the blanket around Mama a little more securely before heading out.

They all cluster together in a smaller room off of one of the tower’s winding stairwells. Caduceus starts passing around breakfast, but she declines, sitting in the middle of the floor instead and prepping a familiar spell. 

Fjord gives her an encouraging nod, holding ten fingers up at the ready. 

She focuses on the image of her friend, on the furrow in his brow as he wields magic like a weapon, on the way his eyes crinkle when he offers one of his soft, rare smiles. She fires up Sending.

“Caleb! Are you alright? Where are you? Are you hurt? Are you in Rexxentrum? I’m sorry, I had to wait until today to Send to reach you but we’re—”

Fjord’s nudging her, signaling the end of the spell. Jester blows a strand of hair out of her face, tapping her fingers against her knee.

She waits five seconds, ten, a minute. No response.

She bites her lip. “You guys—”

Beau’s there already, tugging her into a hug as Fjord gives her shoulder a reassuring squeeze. Veth lets out a muffled noise of frustration.

“He could just not be in a place where he can talk freely right now, we don’t know,” Caduceus says evenly.

“Maybe I should try Astrid?”

Beau shifts, but she doesn’t let go. “I dunno, man, I don’t trust her.”

“She loves Caleb,” Veth says, but again, none of her usual ferocity is there.

“Yeah, maybe.” Beau’s face darkens. “And now she has him back.”

Her words hang heavy in the air.

Jester shakes herself. “Look, fuck it, I’m just going to do it.” She takes a deep breath.

“Astrid,” she chirps. “Is Caleb with you? Tell him to talk to me when he can. Oh also, if any of you hurt him, we’re totally gonna find you and make sure you never—”

“That’s it, Jester.”

“You should send another one. Let her hear the end of your threat,” Yasha says, and Jester swears she can hear thunder roll beneath the mild suggestion.

Fjord cracks something resembling a smile. “As entertaining as that would be, I think—“

Jester shushes them as Astrid’s voice comes back. 

Good morning, Jester. Bren is well and unharmed. He is here with us and under no restraints or compulsion. He is home now.

Jester growls. 

“What did she say?”

“That Caleb’s okay and like, he’s home, or some total bullshit. She’s wrong, obviously.” She has to be. Jester ignores the building pressure in her chest, flicks her wrist to cast again.

“Please, tell me something, tell me anything, tell me you’re fine, or dead, but please, we need to hear from you, we need to plan our next moves and we can get you out of there as long as you just—” Fjord squeezes her hand. Stupid, stupid spell with stupid word limits.

Nothing on the other end anyway. Her eyes sting, and this time, Jester doesn’t try to stop the sob in her throat.

“I’ll keep messaging you, please Caleb, we’re scared and worried, please tell us where you are, we can fix this, we can get you back!”

Finally, finally, Caleb speaks.

I am well, Jester; returning was my decision, and I am unharmed.

He sounds so tired.

I need you all to stay away. Stay safe. I am sorry.

Silence once more.

Jester’s messages have reached across thousands of miles, over oceans and barren wastelands and enemy lines. This is the first time she’s felt the yawning distance the magic has to travel.

She swipes at her eyes, glaring through her tears. 

She knows what he’s doing. It’s what he’s always done, protect and shield and give and give and give like it’s all he’s good for. But she’s also seen him start to unfurl, seen him laugh more and trust more and take one careful step after another out of the shadows of his past. He knows he’s part of their family. They just need to help him remember what that means.

“He said something,” Veth guesses.

“Something awful and self-sacrificing?” Beau mutters. 

“Yeah.” 

Jester pushes back her sleeves, and she can feel a breeze drift into the chamber, the rustle of a green cloak at her side.

“It doesn’t matter. We’re going to get him, now.”

[btsmosphere]

When You Know | KSJ x MYG

~summary: Seokjin and Yoongi aren’t just neighbours. They are enemies. Well, either that or they were destined to be in each other’s arms, but Yoongi can’t see that happening (nor can his cat). Let their friends try all they want, but they’d have to weather storms together and stand back to back in battle before Yoongi would look twice at Jin... Jin x Yoongi ~word count: 3.3k ~enemies to lovers, soulmate au (you have the name of your enemy AND your soulmate tattooed, without knowing which is which), neighbour au, crack, humour, fluff, angst if you squint? Rating: pg13 Warnings: swearing, that’s it :) ~a/n: welcome to my first mxm fic! This is for a special occasion as it is the wonderful @eternalseokjin​‘s birthday!! To celebrate Dean’s birthday over at @thebtswritersclub​ we were sent a bingo card and a challenge to include everything on it in one fic. Our regular mxr content will resume soon, but this has been super fun to write, even if the outcome is -ahem- quite chaotic. So, enjoy, but don’t ask me what’s going on here. I don’t know, and the characters certainly don’t either...

At the end of the fic, I will include what was on my bingo square, in case anyone wants to know, and some basics about d&d for those who (like me a few weeks ago) know nothing about it, but I promise you don’t need to know this to read the fic!

“You’re not serious.”

“I am totally serious.”

Namjoon’s straight-faced response matched Yoongi’s exactly, leaving the two in a sort of staring contest. Seeing no change in the other, Namjoon cracked first, slumping back into the sofa with a sigh.

“Yoongi, come on. It’s not that big of a deal-“

“Why would I want to do it?” Yoongi grumbled.

“it’s just a bit of fun-“

“Then go and do it with Seokjin. I’m sure you’ll have a great time playing wizards, or whatever the fuck-“

“That’s the entire point!” Namjoon threw his hands up in frustration, “we will all be playing, you and Jin included, and we will have a great time.”

Yoongi wasn’t sure if he had ever been threatened with having fun before. Staring back at his friend, his expression remained guarded. Eventually, he sucked at his teeth, turning his eyes away from the younger man.

“Fine,” he bit out.

“Thank you,” Namjoon huffed, pushing on his knees to stand up, “we’ll start at 5 on Sunday, but I’ll get here earlier. Jin will bring food to make up for the trouble.”

Following Joon out to see him off, Yoongi’s brows furrowed.

“Wait- what trouble? And what do you mean you’ll get here-“

“You’ll be hosting. Okay, bye!”

The door was shut in his face before he could protest any further. Cursing Namjoon for knowing him so damn well, Yoongi stomped to the kitchen and soon began scrubbing the teacups to within an inch of their life.

He’d heard of dungeons and dragons before. Well, vaguely. It hadn’t occurred to him before to pay attention to Namjoon whenever he spoke about it, because surprisingly enough, he hadn’t expected his friend to suddenly whip it out as a method of forcing him and Seokjin – his mortal enemy – to bond.

The whole mortal enemy thing wasn’t even an exaggeration.

What else were you supposed to think when the new neighbour, whose name happens to be printed on your wrist, tries to turn your cat over to the authorities on their first day after it launched a ‘targeted attack’ on their pet sugar gliders.

Yoongi was yet to meet the mysterious V that graced his other wrist, but he knew for sure that Kim Seokjin was his enemy. He could not be soulmates with someone who thinks it’s okay to leave a pair of sugar gliders by an open window and not expect a cat to see them as a tasty meal.

When they had learned each other’s names, and of course connected them with their tattoos, an icy silence fell between the neighbours.

Every now and then, Yoongi would get a reminder of the fact his mortal enemy lived next door. Like this morning, when Seokjin’s wheely bin had blown over and spilled rubbish onto his lawn.

Yes, that man’s evil knew no limits.

And if Yoongi would have to endure his friends’ attempts at reconciling the two of them, in his own house, then he was sure of one thing. He was not going to eat Seokjin’s cooking. It was probably awful, anyway.

That Sunday, at precisely five minutes to five, Namjoon arrived. Yoongi’s eyes widened in alarm at the bulging folder held under his arm. He really had come prepared. Yoongi had barely spent twenty minutes scribbling down some things about his character. Well, except when he had to read all about the different class choices… and then when he needed to select the perfect traits… and picking his spells was quite tough too…

“Are you excited?” Namjoon grinned as he set his stuff down, but then he faltered, “…I did tell you Jin would bring food, didn’t I?”

“Can’t remember,” Yoongi muttered.

He slouched over to the sofa while Namjoon shrugged, grabbing a bite from the nearest bowl of snacks. The table was littered with them, and Yoongi would never admit just how early he had got up that morning to start cooking.

Jungkook turned up next, and of course the brat would instantly wolf down the tub of popcorn rather than the bites Yoongi had been slaving over.

Seokjin’s was the last knock on the door, and a timid one at that. Although it may have had something to do with the food his arms were laden with.

As Yoongi opened the door (Namjoon had shoved him towards it before anyone else had the chance to respond), he couldn’t help but feel the slightest bit guilty. It seemed his neighbour had worked just as hard as him on preparing it all.

But still, more of a grimace than a smile showed on his face.

“This way,” he spoke through gritted teeth.

His guilt was short-lived, irritation setting back in as Seokjin invited himself into the kitchen to put down his things. Jungkook bounded after him almost instantly, the pair’s loud greeting audible from the next room.

Turning away bitterly, Yoongi sat in the empty seat between Namjoon and Taehyung, determined to keep his distance from Seokjin.

In time, however, he came to regret this decision, if only because it put Seokjin in full view of the eyes Yoongi so desperately wanted to roll when he announced he wanted to attempt to charm his way to free dinner at the first inn they got to. His reason? His stupid elf claimed to be ‘worldwide handsome’.

The infuriating smirk on his face as he declared this (and then proceeded to pass his roll, because of course) left Yoongi with little doubt this arrogance was nothing but a projection.

After introducing themselves, Yoongi slumping back in his chair the whole time, he let the others take the lead as they set off to find monsters, or something. A pointed look from Namjoon prompted him to pay more attention.

In fairness, he had been a bit creeped out when Taehyung announced he had named his character ‘V’, but he tried his best to listen to the adventure as Namjoon described it. And so they went along, the supply of snacks steadily dwindling as they made their way through some ruins.

The scene was quite vivid, until-

“That’s cat food, Jungkook!”

“Urgh, gross,” Jimin groaned as Jin pried the bowl away from the sheepish-faced younger.

If it had been anyone else, Yoongi would have returned the fond-but-exasperated look they were all well practised in, given the nature of their younger friends. As it was, he ducked his head, scribbling nonsense on his notepad.

It would be a lie if Yoongi said he wasn’t quite proud of himself for solving a riddle to get them into the final room, and getting the final hit on the hellhound inside. And maybe, just maybe, he was a little excited for their next game.

Shutting the door at long last, Yoongi paused for a moment.

Screw Namjoon and his good ideas.

Clearing away the dishes, Yoongi couldn’t help a glance out the window to watch as Seokjin let himself in to his own place, his own stack of plates in his arms. Not that he would ever admit it, Yoongi hadn’t been able to resist just one bite…

Well, it turned into a lot more than that. Maybe Seokjin was a good cook after all.

But that was just one redeeming quality. Best not get ahead of himself.

Yoongi was in trouble.

It had only been a couple more weeks, but he knew that much. As they sat around his table, he caught himself laughing along to Jin’s jokes. And look, he was already calling him Jin! No, he had to stick to Seokjin, the evil neighbour, his enemy.

If he got fond, he would only be sorry later when Jin – Seokjin – did something to remind Yoongi of what a terrible person he was.

Shame all of this seemed to slip his mind the moment Jin came around again.

“The slope is steep, with rocks falling where you move your feet. You can still hear the song, though, and you are certain it’s coming from inside the dark opening you can see at the bottom of the path.”

“No. Absolutely not,” Yoongi was the first to speak.

“Are you kidding? We just spent like an hour trekking over here specifically because of that music,” Taehyung was next to chip in, jabbing his finger into the table.

“It wasn’t an hour,” Yoongi rolled his eyes, “Joon told us it was hour, it was what? One minute?”

A high pitched giggle from Jin was overtaken next by Jimin.

“No, I can feel the weariness in my bones! It won’t be complete until we hear the song!”

“We’ve been hearing it all this time! Aren’t you guys sick of it by now?” Jin retorted.

“No! Joon specifically said it’s the most beautiful music we’ve ever heard,” Tae insisted.

“I don’t give a shit if there’s a chorus of angels in there, my dexterity is not gonna let me get down that cliff,” Yoongi folded his arms to punctuate his argument.

“Ugh, fine, well I want to go down with V,” Jimin said.

The two factions that had emerged looked expectantly towards Namjoon.

“Okay, so V and Christian want to go down and Genie and Suga want to stay here. Anyone else?”

“Yeah, I’ll go down,” Kook shrugged.

All heads turned now to Hobi. Unease written all over his features, he glanced between the two groups.

“Come one, don’t be boring, hyung!” Jimin elbowed him.

“Yeah, come with us!” Kook bounced in his seat as Taehyung switched on the puppy eyes with a string of ‘pleeeease’s.

Cracking under the force of the youngers’ begging, Hoseok laughed and agreed.

Folding his arms, Yoongi leant back in his chair, more than ready to be a bystander to whatever the hell the others were about to get themselves into.

The others of course had an irritating success rate, somehow making it down the cliff without plummeting to their deaths. Not that Yoongi would ever wish death upon his own party members. Of course not.

It would have been funny, though.

Anyway, despite his aversion to following them, Yoongi admittedly was a little curious about the mysterious music they had followed here.

“Stepping inside the cave, the party hears the music louder than ever, ringing in their ears as it bounces off the rocks, making its source unclear. However, it doesn’t offend your ears. The cave extends further into the cliff, and you follow the sound further in. But as you take a step, a great groaning drowns out the music. Behind you, the mouth of the cave shifts, everything around you going black.

“Those of you at the top of the cliff stumble back from the edge as they see the path crumble away into the sea from the shaking of the earth.”

Namjoon sniggered softly at the silence that followed.

Staring at him with comically large eyes, Hobi and Tae looked terrified. As Yoongi watched, Tae slowly turned his head, a smirk turning the edges of his mouth underneath puppy eyes.

“Come rescue us?” he asked sheepishly.

Before Yoongi could respond, Jin was cutting him off.

“Well, that was a fun detour! Where was it we were heading again, Yoongi?”

Yoongi had been preparing to be mad at Seokjin, but his glare dissolved quickly into a snort.

“Yeah, that demon up the road needs seeing to,” he agreed, creating instant uproar from the others.

“You can’t leave us!”

“Justin’s scared of the dark!”

“Traitors!”

However, Jin’s squeaky laugh as he revelled in the others’ pain was all Yoongi could hear. Then Jin leaned closer.

It was all Yoongi could do not jump from his seat when Seokjin’s voice spoke in his ear.

“Shall we leave them?” he was barely containing his mirth.

Feeling rather like he was plotting a prank in the back of the classroom, Yoongi grinned and agreed with a nod. He didn’t quite trust his voice to function as Jin’s breath tickled his cheek.

“We’re leaving!” Jin declared, sitting back in his chair, satisfied.

Before any more chaos could erupt, Namjoon continued with a smirk.

“Okay, so Suga and Genie carry on their previous path, away from their friends and the cliff…”

This was officially getting out of hand.

First of all, Yoongi couldn’t believe how eagerly he was anticipating the weekend, when Seokjin and the others would come around.

Particularly worrying, however, was the way Yoongi had to restrain himself from going to see Jin before Sunday rolled around. It was as if that writing on his wrist was staring at him. The more he tried to look away, the later he would find himself sat up at night, glancing between his wrists and what was written there.

Surely, if Kim Seokjin was his enemy, he wouldn’t be dying to ask how he makes his ramen taste so good. Or how his day was, or any trivial thing, just to be able to have Jin’s eyes on him and his voice in his ears.

Second of all, he had no idea how their campaign had devolved into such utter chaos.

Since the party split, the others made friends with the sirens they found in the cave, and ended up at a drinking party with some demons while Yoongi and Jin were nearly killed by one some miles away on the surface. The demons had apparently taken a particular shining to V, as a tiefling, which resulted in the group they abandoned somehow siding with the very demons they were trying to kill at the start.

Last Sunday had seen Yoongi and Jin going out of their way to find random things to beat to death in the forest, trying to get as many points as possible to face off against four members and goodness knows how many demons.

Yes, this had got rather out of hand.

Two old foes stand face to face on a precipice. Around them, fire blazes. This battle has ravaged the very land they stand upon, whipped the air into a frenzy.

Admittedly, they can barely remember what started this feud. Rumour has it these two great powers were friends, once. If that was so, it was a long time ago.

V stands, battle-worn, waiting for his adversary to make a move.

Suga looks at the body of his fallen companion.

“I’ve only got one spell slot left.”

“Use it,” a whisper returned.

“Aren’t you dead?! Stop talking to each other!” Jimin exclaimed, finger pointing accusingly towards Jin.

“Okay,” Yoongi cut in before they could start arguing, “if this hits, I can take him down. But there’s a fat chance of that, with his AC…“

Trepidation filled him as he looked across the table to Taehyung, a small but unmistakeably victorious smile already on his lips.

A dry chuckle came from one side.

“It’s been a good run,” Jin clapped him on the shoulder.

“Are you accepting defeat?” Joon prompted.

“No…” a hand ran down Yoongi’s face, “I’ll give it a go…”

“There’s no way! If you succeed…” Jin laughed, “if you succeed, I’ll kiss you.”

A quiet round of laughter went around the others, too focussed on the dice in Yoongi’s hand to pay it any mind. But Yoongi could no longer concentrate on that. What did Jin just say?

He couldn’t mean that.

There was no way he would kiss Yoongi. Was there?

All he could hear was the slow drumming of his heart rushing in his ears. The breath caught in his throat as he reminded himself to raise his hand, dice cupped inside.

It wasn’t just the defeat of V he hoped for as it rolled off his fingers, dropping onto the tabletop.

The faces flipped over, every eye trained on it. Around the table, there was no sound. Even Jungkook had stopped munching his popcorn, mouth hanging open.

Round, round, round…

Yoongi caught a glimpse of 20, the magic number, right within reach.

A small thud, the dice settling. A number glared up at him.

3.

All the air left his lungs, deflating as he stared at the number. For a second, the table remained silent as everyone came to terms with the roll, the only sound the tapping of his cat’s paws-

Wait.

When Yoongi turned to find his cat leaping onto the table, it was already to late to grab her as she dashed across the surface. As she went, her paws caught a bowl of snacks, Joon’s notepaper, the dice. Hobi exclaimed with shock, several yells going up as everyone snatched their own stuff out of her way. Jungkook had dived after the snacks.

“Hey!” Yoongi shooed her as he stood up, watching her dart out into the hall.

“Oh my god…”

The small mutter from Jimin caught his attention. Looking around, Yoongi found him staring at the table and followed his gaze to the crime scene. In the centre of which, the dice still lay.

But now, a different number was displayed.

Yoongi’s jaw dropped. It was 20.

“That’s not fair!” Taehyung cried.

“Shush Tae, Jin has to do what he promised,” Hoseok teased, nudging a very red-eared Jin.

“Yah! Hey, I-I, that’s-” Jin spluttered, mouth seemingly fixed open as his cheeks warmed, growing defensive.

As Yoongi watched, Jin only stuttered more under the teasing cries erupting from the other boys as they egged him on with an array of ‘go on’s and ‘you said you would!’

“I-I-“ his eyes flickered over to Yoongi’s.

And despite the jeering and laughter in the background, neither of them looked away. Jin’s lips remained parted, ears pink with embarrassment, protests lodged in his throat.

Yoongi stepped forwards and kissed him.

The distance between them closed in the blink of an eye, Yoongi’s hand flying to Jin’s jaw as he pulled him in, turning his back to the gasps and cheers of their friends.

But they didn’t hear it. Not when their lips were pressed together like this, lighting fireworks in Yoongi’s stomach until he felt like sparks might fly out of his fingertips, the ones he was trailing down Jin’s neck, the ones pulling at the small of his back to bring him closer.

The others had gone quiet.

By the time he groggily pulled away, Yoongi seemed to have forgotten what the world looked like. Were his feet even on the ground?

In what was probably a mirror image of his own face, Jin stared back at him, eyes wide and those perfect lips round with shock. Jin’s fingers trembled as he brought them to his mouth.

“Holy fuck.”

“U-uh, guys,” a small voice from behind them did little to snap them from their trance.

“That was-“ Yoongi breathed, words escaping him.

“It’s you, you idiot!” a grin broke onto Jin’s face.

A laugh left Yoongi’s throat, taking him by surprise.

“It- really?”

“Did you not feel that too?”

Eyes still not leaving the beautiful man in front of him, Yoongi realised. Jin was completely right. Everyone had always told him how it would feel, when he kissed his soulmate. Like butterflies, or a flame, or like the world turned golden.

But through all the different feelings people described, there was one common thread. When you know, you know.

“You’re my soulmate.”

It wasn’t something he had to question, the words leaving him as easily as air.

“You’re my soulmate!”

And then he was wrapped up in Jin’s arms, his lips captured once again, euphoric feeling surging through his body once more.

“Come on, guys…” Namjoon’s groans were completely ignored.

Taehyung was still a bit put out that V had been slain at the last hurdle, but it hardly seemed fitting to be angry about it anymore, what with his two friends falling in love in front of him.

Everyone left together after the revelation, and pretty swiftly at that, deciding to leave them to it. And for once, Jin wouldn’t be leaving with them, even if he would only be one house away.

Smile never once leaving his face, Jin turned to Yoongi after shutting the door.

“So, what are we going to do about my sugar gliders?”

Thanks everyone for reading!! Reblog if you liked it xx

Taglist: @aianloveseven​ @preciouschimine​ @kb-bangtanenthusiast​

Okay, for anyone interested, my bingo card contained: dungeons & dragons, neighbours, enemies to lovers, namjoon, yoonjin, cats, fluff, music, soulmates And here are some dnd basics for those who want them: you have a dungeon master or dm (Namjoon here) who tells a story. The others play as a character and choose what they want to do in the given situation. There are scores that dictate how good your character is at certain traits, and you roll the dice to see whether you succeed in your choices. That’s really all you need to know for the purposes of this fic, but you can ask me any questions too!

Lastly, I have to give another HUGE happy birthday to the amazing writer and friend and person @eternalseokjin​!! I hope you have the best day, you really deserve it! I’m so glad to have met you and of course played dnd together in the net! Lots of love xx

[veliseraptor]

2020 Fanfiction Round-Up

I do one of these every year! And have since I think 2016. Can’t break a tradition even if it’s been a clusterfuck of a time and filling this out was in some ways an exercise in remembering the ways I have failed myself as a writer this year. 

But oh well!

Total Year-Long Wordcount: I’ll post the final final number tonight after I finish the writing I want to do this afternoon (and plan to do this afternoon), but it’s currently 451,803 words written this year. Guessing I’m going to land somewhere around 453,000ish. (AO3 claims a higher number than that but that’s because it is counting the entirety of fics where I posted chapters this year.

This year I wrote and posted: I wrote a fair number more than I posted (there are five fics finished but for various reasons unposted on my hard drive) but based on Tumblr I posted 78 posts in my fic tag, which, not including chapter specific updates and three sentence meme answers (but including at least two Tumblr-only longer fics), probably comes out to about 60 or so “full length” fics that saw the light of day in 2020.

Overall Thoughts

Looking back, did you write more fic than you thought you would this year, less, or about what you’d predicted? 

Well, I wrote more than I did last year, which is sort of a surprise to me (all things considered) but also maybe not, because I was doing a lot less of most other things that could’ve been occupying my time, including two hours daily of commuting. 

But still less than I did in 2018. Which is fine.

What’s your own favorite story of the year? 

Lord, I don’t know. It depends on when you ask me. Lately I’ve been in a bit of a “I hate everything I’ve written ever” state of mind, so that makes it sort of hard to do any kind of...reasonable assessment. 

I know I’m proud of With Absolute Splendor but I have all these reservations about it and I can’t reread it for the most part because I always notice new things I wish I’d done differently. I feel pretty good about efforts in a common cause but something about it still makes me cringe, which I suspect has to do with my general self-consciousness. I have a hard time feeling unreservedly proud about...anything I wrote this year, really. 

I feel like the closest I get is maybe nor autumn falter which I am pretty pleased with and also which does hurt me a lot personally. Or I did end up overall pretty pleased with what came out of By Proxy.

But also the more I look at this question the more I start hating all my own work, so...guess this is kind of coming at a bad time.

Did you take any writing risks this year? What did you learn from them?

I mean, I started writing in my first non-English fandom in many years, and specifically one where I was trying to engage more with the cultural background of the setting (in a way I wasn’t with, say, Death Note, when I was writing Death Note fic). So that was a risk. And I learned that it’s very stressful and there’s so many ways to make mistakes and I am, in many ways, a coward. But also I think I’ve learned a fair amount thanks to a lot of very patient people on the internet, so...there’s that.

Otherwise...I mean, I got ambitious with a few projects this year (the Big Bang fic and With Absolute Splendor stand out), but I’m not sure how much I really tried new things. 

I feel like I had to fight myself a little on writing straight up bad sex for By Proxy - I planned on it being hot, and it really wasn’t. It was mostly just miserable. Which made for a better fic, but was a new experience for me as far as ‘I thought I was going to write porn and that isn’t what I wrote.’

From my past year of writing, what was….

My most popular story of this year: 

By far, With Absolute Splendor. In fact, it has now become my second most kudosed fic of all time, behind only fuckin Life in Reverse. So like. That’s a thing.

(It is still less than half as many as Life in Reverse, but for context Life in Reverse has been around for going on eight years.)

Most fun story to write: 

Most fics where I feel like “I’m having so much fun writing this!” also go through a “oh god I hate this it’s terrible” phase which makes this sort of hard to assess. But I did have overall a lot of fun writing Mutual Friends despite all my frustration with the canon-wrangling I had to do to make it work in my head. 

But also I feel like both Retributive Justice and Embedded were in different ways deeply iddy fics that were just fun to write. That actually goes for a lot of the Whumptober fics. That was a very self-indulgent month. Excited to do it again in February (hopefully, if I can write things in a timely manner at all).

Story with the single sexiest moment: 

I feel like the beauty of your repair might be my personal favorite smut I posted this year, but I think my personal favorite that I wrote is in the big bang fic nobody will see until January. 

I feel like most of the sexiest moments I’ve written this year are in the porn fics I’m going to start posting in January also. But just generally I feel like the beauty of your repair is the sexiest thing I wrote and posted.

Most “Holy crap, that’s wrong, even for you” story: 

I mean, I Come With Knives is definitely up there. It’s not that wrong or anything, but it got pretty intense in some ways I wasn’t expecting. Mostly in how much blood got involved, which was actually more than I’d had it involved in a sex thing before! Kind of surprises me that I haven’t previously done more with bloodplay stuff but. Well. First time for everything!

I don’t think this was a year that really had any “wow, what the fuck, Lise” things in it. Nothing on the level of last year’s winner. I’m almost disappointed in myself.

Abattoir was definitely the story that generated the weirdest conversation and creepiest search questions, though, so it does get points for that. 

Story that shifted my own perceptions of the characters: 

I feel like the writing of everyone else is spring bound was a lot of...me thinking through my Jiang Cheng feelings and specifically my Jiang Cheng post-canon feelings. 

the martyr, the victim was pretty formative in shaping how I think about both Lan Xichen and Lan Wangji and their relationship with each other. It was the first fic I wrote that really dug into them in any way, I think, and definitely one that informed how I thought about writing Lan Xichen later.

Hardest story to write: 

I was thinking it was the one that I haven’t posted yet but I did technically finish, aka my Big Bang fic, the terrible threesome fic, the massive “I’m gonna keep everyone in the Yi City arc alive” AU that I started shortly after finishing The Untamed and finished in December. So I spent most of the year writing it.

But then I was like - no, I’m going to have to go with we live until we die even though it’s technically been ‘in progress’ for five years and really kicked into gear in 2019 and I just finished it and posted it this year, because that fic was like. The culmination of a big arc in an enormous verse dealing with a whole lot of balls in the air and trying to tie up a whole lot of threads. It was ambitious and the stakes were high and it was full of plot and action which are not two of my strengths...frankly I’m still amazed I pulled the damn thing off.

Biggest Disappointment: 

I think it is better if I refrain from going too in depth on this because it would just end up as me listing a bunch of my perceived failings. But I think off the top of my head I’m frustrated by the fact that I still haven’t really managed to write a XueXiao smut fic that quite hits the spot for me, myself. I’ve written two and for various reasons I don’t really like either of them. 

Biggest Surprise: 

The fact that my Jiang Cheng fic took off the way it did. Legitimately did not see that coming! At all! I mean, I’m delighted by it but it wasn’t what I saw happening as far as “niche I’d find in this fandom” or “thing I’d write that people would really enjoy reading.”

Particularly with By Proxy. That fic got a lot more attention than I would’ve expected. 

Most Unintentionally Telling Story: 

I feel like every fic I write with Xue Yang in it tells you something about me and most of those things are things that make me, on some level, deeply self-conscious, but I try not to think about that too much.  

I feel like the most telling story is maybe we all drift sometimes because I literally wrote it out of a depressive episode about a bad brain day but that wasn’t unintentional.

Favorite Opening Line(s):

1. So it turned out that if you touched the tendons of a dead person’s wrist and channeled a little bit of spiritual energy just right, it made the fingers twitch and curl like they were still alive. (Abattoir)

2. Here’s the thing: your Daozhang is glorious when he kills. (tear out all your tenderness)

3. Turned out that a sect leader’s head came off like anyone else’s. (Unnatural Selection)

4. The first hint that anything had gone awry was the letter from Lan Wangji (His Excellency Hanguang-jun, pardon me) that simply said have you heard from Wei Ying? (some good mistakes)

5. What Jiang Cheng wanted to do, more than anything, was to go home and take a nap. (everyone else is spring bound)

Favorite Line(s) from Anywhere:

I usually keep this to 10 but because I’ve been in such a :| place about my own writing I indulged myself this once.

1. Sometimes it felt like all he had done since descending the mountain was shatter his own dreams and accumulate regrets. (nor autumn falter)

**

2. It felt like she was holding all the components of a bomb in her hands, half assembled. If she moved the right way they would stay just that: components. But if she moved the wrong way… (til my judgment day)

**

3. He should have killed him. Should have been the one to strike that blow, in revenge for Jin Zixuan and their sister and everyone else dead for Wei Wuxian’s pride. Maybe then there would not be this gnawing, aching thing embedded in his chest; this itching, unfinished feeling. Maybe then he would not feel torn in two, sometimes like he should have reached out with his other hand and sometimes like he should have struck truer and sometimes both, in the same moment. (Interstitial)

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4. He owed Wei Wuxian more than he could ever give back in this lifetime. Forgiving him felt like betraying his sister’s memory. Not forgiving him felt like trying to walk with a thorn in his foot. He was just - stuck, caught like a demon in a spiritual net.

Jiang Cheng thought of the way Wei Wuxian looked at Lan Wangji, with warmth and trust and love, and the aching, sick jealousy he had no right to feel returned. He felt a little like a child watching someone pick up a toy he’d abandoned and suddenly realizing that he wanted it back. (everyone else is spring bound)

**

5. You close your eyes and think about how he looked back in that town, Shuanghua slicing clean through a man’s neck, opening it to the spine, and think dizzily that he could open you like that and it’d be good, as long as it lasted. (tear out all your tenderness)

**

6. When Wangji loved, he loved with his whole being, without reserve. And now he had been placed between the rock of his convictions and the hard place of his devotion to Wei Wuxian. (the martyr, the victim)

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7. He spent a week turning the idea over in his head. Studying it like a corpse he was going to dissect, poking at it, cutting it open and examining its insides. (dead reckoning)

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8. When the world hurt you, that was the only thing to do, after all. Hurt it back, harder, worse. Spill rivers of blood for every drop it squeezed from you.

And when the end came, never go quietly. (the blood in your mouth)

**

9. I would stand with you through the end of the world, said Loki’s voice in his head, and Steve’s heart wasn’t in his chest anymore, was somewhere off on another planet where Loki was lying dead in a ruined city. (we live until we die)

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10. Was it always going to be like this? Stumbling into traps, tripping over familiar skeletons, slicing himself open on the edges of old hurts. Was there really such a thing as leaving the past behind? He still felt stuck in it, unable to move, and every time he thought he might be finally dragging himself free something pulled him back. (With Absolute Splendor)

**

11. His chest was full of poison. His throat was full of grief. And he was still a little drunk.

Jiang Cheng went to his room, sat down on his bed, put his face in his hands, and cried until he couldn’t breathe. (By Proxy)

Top 5 Scenes from Anywhere You Would Choose to Have Illustrated:

I think the scene from nor autumn falter of Xiao Xingchen just crying his heart out over Xue Yang’s dead body would be up there.

The Jiang Cheng and Wei Wuxian hug from the end of With Absolute Splendor.

Okay, just gonna say it: Xue Yang and Jin Guangyao having sex by the table with Nie Mingjue’s headless corpse on it. So sue me.

The scene in the blood in your mouth where Song Lan has stabbed Xue Yang and Xiao Xingchen is following the line of Fuxue to the latter. I have a very clear visual of it in my head and if I could art I’d art it.

Xue Yang with the hallucinatory Xiao Xingchen from liberate spirits, liberate souls.

Fic-writing goals for 2021:

Finish Walking Far From Home.

Maybe I’ll finish some of these MCU WIPs? I’d kind of like to, on an abstract level if nothing else.

Become a more well-adjusted human being about the relationship between my productivity and my self-worth.

[lia-the-potato05]

Revenge

Reader (Ler) x Jungkook (Lee)

Description: Jungkook loves scaring the crap out of you and you just had enough of it. After an interesting information you heard from Jimin you decided to take revenge

Author: Eyyy I'm back...with another fic. I feel like this is a mess because I didnt even bother to proofread this (Im hella lazy sorry mate). Uhm anyways let's get on with the fic

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"Boo!" You turned back and screamed, falling to the ground scared as hell after you saw a scary clown infront of you.

"Haha got you!" The clown then removed his mask revealing your best friend Jungkook "Oh my gosh have you seen your face? That was Hilarious" He started laughing his ass off

"Ugh!" You grunted as you stood up fixing yourself "Jungkook!" You screamed at him

Jungkook ignored you and continued laughing as he turned around, walking away from you.

"That f*cking prick" You said through gritted teeth.

Jungkook just recently knew how easily scared you get. And because he is known as the Evil Maknae he has been scaring you every now and then. He was a fond of your reaction when you get scared. You were extremely annoyed of his doings and worst of all he manages to get away from it aswell

•••

Up until now you were still upset with what Jungkook has been doing to you. Your arms were crossed and frustration was written all over your face. "Y/N are you ok?" You turned your head to owner of the Voice which was Jimin's.

"I'm good" You said. Knowing it was a lie Jimin sat himself next to you

"C'mon Y/N I'm your friend, I know you better than that. Now tell me what's wrong"

You sighed "It's nothing, really...Just so f*cking annoyed with that muscle bunny!" you slammed your fist against the table in front of you startling Jimin

"Chill" Jimin said

"How can I?! Ugh! He does it all the damn time! and gets away with it aswell" You pouted with your arms crossed

"Since we're friends I might have something that can surely help you" You tilted your head in confusion. Jimin then gestured you to come closer for him to whisper something into you ear.

After hearing what Jimin has said a smirk formed on your face as began mentally planning your revenge on Jungkook

Oh Jeon Jungkook you are so gonna get what's coming for you

•••

It was a Saturday morning. Jimin has given you an extra key to Jungkook's apartment. You entered his place and found him asleep like you expected him to be. You were lucky he was the type of person who wakes up late aswell. Perfect for you to continue your plan

You cleared out his bed making sure only Jungkook was on top if it. You then positioned him into an X position (which was hard by the way because he had an odd sleeping position and he was hella heavy). You then took out the straps tying his wrists and ankles to the bed post making sure he wouldn't be able to move once he woke up.

Once that was done. You took out items from your bag such as Feathers, Baby Oil and an electric toothbrush. After everything was all set all you have to do now is to wait for the muscle bunny to wake up. I mean you can start right now if you wanted too but where's the fun in that? You wanted to see his reaction first.

•••

After what felt like years (it was only an hour actually) Jungkook finally woke up. The boy tried pulling his arms down only to find them stuck above his head "What the f*ck?" He tugged on both his arms and ankles only to find out that he was strapped

Jungkook turned to his side to see you sleeping on his study table. "Y/N!"

His yelling suddenly woke you "Huh what?" You said, you wiped the drool off your mouth, letting out a yawn then stretched a little. "Oh your finally awake" You looked at Jungkook with a smile

"What the hell is this Y/N?!" Jungkook asked glaring at you

"Why that's my revenge dear friend" You stood up walking towards him

"You know if you wanted to f*ck me you could have just asked" You looked at the smirking bunny in disbelief after hearing his snarky remark.

"Eww no, What I had in mind for you is something different" You smirk back at him "Just you wait"

Without further a do you then sat on stomach. "You sure you don't plan on f*cking me?"

"You pervert!" You slapped him, not too hard though and he just laughed at your reaction "Oh laugh all you want, I'm gonna make sure of it"

You took out the baby oil and started rubbing it against his exposed stomach (He was shirtless). "Nice revenge there" You rolled your eyes at him, you ignored what he said and continued on

Once you finished you took out a feather. Jungkook looked at you now aware what this little revenge you planned is all about. But he is Jungkook the Golden Maknae he does not show fear well...that failed today

"What's wrong Kook? Afraid of a feather?" You smirked at him. It didn't start but I know this will be so much fun

"What? No! It's just a feather what's there to be afraid of?" The maknae said with confidence laced in his voice but oh how nervous he felt inside. I am so gonna regret this later on

You raised your eyebrows at him expecting that kind of attitude "Ok, then you won't mind me doing this then" You then slowly dragged the feather around his toned stomach drawing random patterns

Jungkook started biting his lip trying to hide his laughter. But it was so damn hard, it felt too ticklish.

"What's with the face Jungkook? You seem rather ticklish" You smirked

"I am not ticklish!" He yelled

"Oh I see" You then stood up

Jungkook thought it was over but boy was he wrong. He suddenly felt you rubbing oil over his foot. "I wonder what will happen if I do this?" You said wiggling your fingers on his bare sole.

"S-stop that!" Jungkook said a small giggle escaping his mouth. His eyes widened after realising it

"What's that? Is that a giggle I heard?"

"Nope, you heard nothing! You're just crazy!" He spat out making you gasp

"Well that wasn't nice, we can't let that slip now can we" You started using your nails scratching his bare two feet fastly.

Jungkook balled up his hands into fist, eyes tightly shut trying his best to bare it "C'mon Kook laugh for me" You teased

And just like that he realized he couldn't take it any longer so he decided to let it out "Oohohohohokaaayyy I'm tihihihihihicckliiisshhh nohohohoww pleheheheheaaseee stopppp!" He laughed loudly wiggling around the bed like a mad man. He tried tugging on his ankles to escape your wiggling fingers but sadly it stayed in place

"I know you are sweetie, look at how well you are reacting. But this is just the beginning" You finally stopped tickling his feet as you then went to get the electric toothbrush, two electric toothbrushes

"Now Y/N let's not have any of that please! I'm sorry! I won't mess with you again" Jungkook pleaded

"Hm let me think for a second" You said looking up, tapping your chin as if your thinking "Nahhh I'm having so much fun I don't think I wanna stop" You then turned on the two electric toothbrush with an evil smile as you went to his feet again using the electric toothbrush on them.

"NOHOHOHOHOHOHOHO" He let out a cackly laugh as he began wiggling once again wanting to escape.

Already having enough with his feet you then positioned yourself back to sitting on his stomach and roaming the electric brushes around his upper body, from his sides to his tummy then to his ribs. At this point Jungkook's face was red as a tomato and warm tears were streaming down his cheeks.

Because you are so kind you turned the two electric toothbrushes off and set them at the side. Allowing Jungkook to have a quick break.

You watch Jungkook catch his breath heavily panting "My my Jungkook you are the most ticklish person I have ever met, Even Jimin can't beat your level of ticklishness (it's not a real word but eh😂)"

"I've never been tickled this much before" He said

"Yeah? I bet you enjoyed it"

"Did not!" Jungkook lied. He unexpectedly enjoyed it. He didn't know why but he just did. Of course there is no way his gonna admit that.

"You know there's this one spot I haven't tried yet" You smirked, you decided to use your fingers this time. To tease him you started wiggling your fingers  above his face then slowly you bring it down to a specific area

Jungkook realised where your fingers were going. He looked at you in horror "No Y/N! Don't you dare!"

"Oh I do"

"Y/N no no no no no n-AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH" You were now tickling Jungkook's armpits. And so far you received the best reaction out of the other areas you tickled

Jungkook was harshly tugging on the straps and head shaking side to side "IT TIHIHIHIHICKLES SOHOHOHOHO MUHUHUHUHUCCHHH" Jungkook screamed through laughter

You giggled "I can see that"

It's been 20 since you were torturing his armpits, poking them, scratching them, using the tickle tools on them."I cahahahahan't tahahahake it aanymohohohore"

"Almost done!" You blew raspberry on his left armpit

"Stohohohohop" Then u blew again on his right armpit "Pleheheheheaaseee"

"Last but not least" You said then did a final blow to his tummy. Jungkook's laughed has now turned silent.

After that was over you then untied hus wrists and ankles.

Jungkook was extremely exhausted. His hair was messy, he was sweating, his tummy was hurting from laughing, his cheeks were hurting from smiling a lot. but nonetheless he still he enjoyed.

"Hey Look Listen..." He looked at you scratching his nape "I'm sorry for scaring you the past few days, I have totally learned my lesson and I wont do it again"

"Don't worry I already forgive you" You smiled at him

"I-I don't like like admitting this but you're right...I did enjoyed it" You looked at him surprised.

"Really now?" You grinned at him with your eyebrows raised "Guess I have to do it more often then"

Maybe you should

[ghost-writer-rights]

I wrote this from the hours of 10pm to 3:30am

warnings: hurt/comfort(?), Toko's scars, non despair au, this was super self indulgent and if it's bad blame it on my insomnia brain, drug use(its just marijuana)

"I just have to do this,Toukocchi" the clairvoyant had brought Toko back to her room.

She wasn't known as a klutz or anything. in fact she almost never fell. But somehow as she was up at lunch that day her skirt got stuck and she hit her head on the floor. It wasn't enough to give her any severe head trauma but she did have a slightly open wound at the back of her head.

Yasuhiro had volunteered to help Toko.

He had confessed that he liked the author a while ago, but she dismissed it and (kinda of brutally) shot him down.

■■■

"W-what do y-you m-m-mean you like me?" Toko was in a shocked and seemed disgusted

"Y-y-you're a liar. You're l-l-LYING!!"

"Why would I lie about this?"

"To hurt me! You wanna g-get my h-hopes up and then hurt me w-when I get vulnerable"

"Toukocchi, I-"

"YOU'RE JUST LIKE THE REST OF THEM"

■■■

While Hagakure was hurt that Toko thought that he would do something like that, he knows that it's not his fault that she thinks that way. He also knows that there's no way to change her mind so there's no reason to try.

But he could at least try to earn back her trust and be friends again. Well, acquaintances as Toko called them.

"You don't h-have to do anything" the purple haired girl stuttered

"Of course I do. Your head's bleeding and I don't think you can see it by yourself" Yasuhiro was calm as he spoke, deep voice sending tremers down Toko's spine. Not in a h o r n y sense or anything like that. He just has a deep ass voice. Like holy shit. like wow. you can cause an earthquake with that bass.

They sat on her bed back to chest

"I could have at least tried" Yasuhiro sat down the peroxide he picked up from the infirmary.

He also had cotton swabs and cotton pads. As well as bandages.

The tall one carefully traced the wound with a cotton swab to get the blood out of the way.

He was really close to Toko. Her face was no where near his chest but she could still tell

"You smell"

Hiro huffed some air out of his nose at that. She wasn't wrong. He did smell of lemony mint. He always had a small amount of weed on him in case if stressful situations.

"Oh yeah? Is it a good smell or a bad smell, Toukocchi?" He could feel her shoulders relax and he said that. He dipped a new swab in the peroxide. He didn't touch her wound yet though. He wanted to hear her answer.

"I-it doesn't matter! It's smelly"

"Hmm. Hey, aren't you the one who doesn't shower?"

"Shut up"

"Okay well. This may sting a bit" He cleaned her wound. Toko gasped at the contact from the cold liquid.

Silence.

"It's not that I don't bathe" Toko had suddenly spoken up

"Hmm?"

"I bathe. it's just" Hiro stayed quiet. He didn't wanna say something in case she wanted to stop her confession.

"I have to build up enough confidence to get in the bath sometimes it gets here to late". Hiro supposes that makes sense the water does cut off at a certain for billing reasons but

"Confidence?" It was a simple question. She didn't have to answer. It was less a question for her and more to himself. He kinda meant to only say it in his head.

"Well...My legs th-they"

"Hey, you don't have to say anything you don't want to. You know that right?"

"I need to say this otherwise I'll be by myself forever. My legs are c-covered with scars" Hiro was shocked by this.

But it was enough to bring him back to what he was doing before. He had totally forgotten to put a bandage on

He slowly pealed the protective layer off and spread it carefully at the back of her head.

"Are you n-not going to s-s-say anyth-thing?"

"I didn't realize you were finshed, my bad"

"Well?"

"Well, I think that you have real reason to not want to bathe. But, I'm kind of confused. Do you not want to reopen the scars or?"

"I don't like looking at them"

"I'm sorry to hear that, Toukocchi" Hiro didn't want to overstep his boundaries. But he did want to help

"Should I help you?"

"W-w-w-what!"

"So you don't have to look at them. I could wash you. Not in a weird way or anything! I just"

Hiro seemed to whisper that last part. He felt awkward. He wasn't tryna be pervy he really just wanted to help.

Hagakure stepped aside to the window in Toko's room and lit the pre-rolled blunt. He inhaled the lemony smoke and exhaled it through his mouth and nose.

Toko looked at the stressed man at her window. His long dreads in a ponytail

Bags under his eyes.

Ance scattered on his tanned skin

Blowing smoke

The sun shining on his deep brown eyes.

Elbow sitting in the window ledge as he brought the marijuana cigarette to he lips.

He looked beautiful.

But he also seemed sad.

Hagakure was embarrassed with what he had proposed to his crush. He just wanted her to feel safe... and clean.

"H-hey, Palm Tree?" This made Yasuhiro smile and he brought his face down and puffed outward.

"So I have a nickname now?"

"Do you promise to not do anything weird?"

"What do you mean?"

"If I let you help me. I-I wasn't gonna bathe today but If y-your o-offer is.. ya know"

"Toukocchi," Hiro turned to look at Toko who was still sat fidgeting on her bed, "I promise from the bottom of my heart, I would never and will never do anything to make you feel unsafe or uncomfortable"

"okay but... I don't. I. would it be possible for you to do this without you seeing my body?"

"Honestly I think that impossible. But it could be a bubble bath so I can't see under the water"

"t-th-that-that works. Also if you tell anyone about this you'll regret it. you already convinced me to tell you about my insecurities" she spoke in an angry tone but it was obvious she wasn't mad

"Actually if I'm not mistaken I believe it was you that pressured yourself into telling me"

"SHUT UP"

□□□

"Okay, Toukocchi, hop out" Hiro had looked away as he held an out spread towel in his hands for Fukawa to walk into.

Although he looked away she had subconsciously covered her chest until she got wrapped in the towel.

Hiro looked at her. Her long purple hair upbraided, cascading over her shoulders. He could see the little marks on he nose from where her glasses usually sit.

She's so gorgeous. I hope she realizes that one day.

"Can you get out so I can change?"

Oh shit. Right.

"Yeah, yeah. Sorry" Hiro walked out closing the door behind him. As soon as he closed it he heard a locking noise.

He stood out in her room and looked around as she changed in her off room bathroom.

He saw her bookshelf. There were copies of her own books. Hiro was actually a big fan of her work. His mom had gotten him into romance novels. it's one of the things they truly bond over.

There were also some manga comics. Surprising considering Toko made a huge deal of manga not being real literature.

I guess we all have our guilty pleasure

The lock on the bathroom door had turned and the door opened.

Hiro's head and turned to see Toko in her underwear. He was awestruck but quickly turned his head back.

"I forgot m-m-my clothes out here" She quickly grabbed her clothes

"I'm sorry you had to see my ugly body" Hiro couldn't let that slide

"What are you talking about" He turned to look at Toko and his voice sounding of mild annoyance.

Toko was shocked

"W-what?"

"Ugly? Toukocchi, you one of the most beautiful people I've ever seen"

"I doubt that" She dismissed. awkwardly smiling. Hiro walked over to Toko. He looked at where her eyes are.

"Toko. I wouldn't lie to you. I would kiss your whole body if it would make you realize how amazingly powerful you look"

"y-you shouldn't k-keep empty promises, Idiot"

That's when he kissed her. Not on the mouth or anything. It was on the forehead. He held her in his arms.

"I love your skin. It's soft but rough at the same time. it compliments your aura so much."

He ran his fingers through her hair and kissed what was in his palm

" I love your hair. It's a beautiful color and it's so shiny"

"probably from how greasy I am"

"probably from how healthy it is"

He brought his head down to kiss her shoulders. He lifted her arms and kissed her hands and wrist.

"I love your hands. You've written such nice material with them and it shows. Sure they're callosed and rough but it just goes to show how much you care about what you produce"

He kneeled down so his face was to her tummy

"Is this okay with you?"

"mhm" Toko had covered her face from embarrassment. She looked like a rose.

" I need a verbal yes or else this feels weird, Toukocchi"

"I-I- I'm okay with this"

He kissed her tummy and she suddenly felt tense

"My- my legs"

He kissed her thighs. He kissed all over where he saw a scar.

"Your legs are beautiful. If you didn't have them right now you wouldn't have have anything to hate. I wouldn't have anything to make you feel better about."

He stood up and kissed her, on the lips this time. His hand held the side of her face. Her cheek leaned into his touch.

"I love you, Toukocchi" Her rose face was now a bright ruby. The brightest to ever be seen. She hid behind her hair

"You love me for my body? Or do you love me because you feel bad for me?"

Once again he chuckled at this.

"Toukocchi, I love you for so much more than that" He brushed her hair our of her face.

"I love how determined you are. Even if you don't feel like it or realize it. You really do more than what you're capable of if the task is important to you. You're sweet, and quirky and you're always there for the rest of us in your own weird way. I love the way you portray the world in your novels. I love the way you smile when you feel truly at peace. Ya know when you think no one is looking? it's that genuine and pure happiness. Even if it's small it really shows how much you care for all of us and enjoy being around us. Like we're all your family"

"Y-you said a lot of words just then"

"I know you don't like me back. And I'm okay with that. But please know that I will love you for the person that you are no matter what. And anytime you feel like you're ugly remember this moment and remember how beautiful you are"

"Yasuhiro, I-"

"Do you promise?"

"I promise"

[justauthoring]

Not According To Plan [J.P.]

Request(s): Heya love your bog! Any chance you could do a Jesse pinkman where y/n tells him she’s pregnant kinda fluff/minor aghast please?

Hi! Can I request a Jesse Pinkman imagine set in any season or in El Camino where you tell him you’re pregnant? Thanks!

hi!!! may i please request a Jesse pinkman fic where he finds out his girlfriend pregnant and he decides to stop everything but Walter won’t let him? THANK YOU SO MUCH!!

Requested by: @pondjessicaamelia

Please don’t plagiarize my work! Word Count: 1,795

“No... Oh, God, no.”

Your breath shudders, your hands begin to shake as you stare at the two red lines. This can’t be right. Pregnant? “How?” You cry, unable to stop the tremour in your voice as you shake your head. You’ve always been safe and you take birth control pills just in case--

Lips parting, your eyes widen. Dropping the pregnancy test without a seconds hesitation, you reach above the bathroom sink, grabbing the small basket scattered among other things on the shelf. You search through the many medicine and pills thrown unceremoniously into the basket until you settle upon what you’re looking for; condoms.

This is where Jesse always kept them. And you remember how many he had, because you’d bought them. The pack came with twenty, but you’d bought them over a few months ago. In the midst of your panic, you try to remember, best you can, how many times you and Jesse have had sex in the past two months. You weren’t exact, but, there was a condom missing.

And not to mention, you haven’t been taking your birth control pills...

Turning, feeling your body grow weak and numb, you sink down to your knees, leaning against the counter as your head falls into your hands. It’s not that you don’t want kids, or that you never do. In fact, you would love to have kids and especially Jesse’s. But, you weren’t ready. At least, not yet. You still haven’t figured out what you want to do with your life and...

And, you didn’t know about Jesse. How would he feel about all of this? Does he even want kids?

You two had only recently started becoming more serious. And even then, not for that long; a month or so. You’d been having sex way beforehand, sure, but, not in that way. At least, not until recently. You guys weren’t committed like that; at least to your knowledge. Jesse could easily just leave and feel no ounce of regret. Not that you expected him to, but, situations like these made people act irrationally.

“Jesus,” you whisper, “what am I gonna do...”

A sudden knock pulls you from your thoughts, causing you to jump. You let out a gasp, turning your head over your shoulder as your brows furrow. You were expecting no company and you certainly weren’t up to entertaining any one at the moment. For a split second, you consider ignoring the knock, pretending you’re not home, until a familiar voice calls out; “Y/N? Yo, it’s me. Jesse.”

“Fuck,” you curse, pushing yourself up to your feet. With haste, you push yourself up to your feet, moving towards your door before you pause. The pregnancy test. Hissing, you grab it, hesitating a moment. Tossing it into the trash can would be too obvious, since you’d just dumped it out. But another knock at your front door reminds you you don’t have much time, so, tossing it into the bin, you grab a handful of toilet paper, dropping it in after.

That should be good enough.

You reach your door just as Jesse moves to knock again, causing him to pause before his eyes fall on you and a warm smile erupts onto his lips. However, it soon fades when he gets a good look at you. “Hey,” he calls out softly, moving to step inside, eyes never wavering from your own. “You don’t look so good.”

“No, no,” you breathe out, shutting and locking the door behind him, before brushing back some of your hair out of your face. “I’m okay.”

You turn to face Jesse, but he’s still frown down at you, shoulders falling with deep concern. He takes a step forward, letting his fingers gently fall on your cheek, before cupping your chin gently and leaning close. “You sure?” He asks, voice considerably quiet.

With a nervous, but you hope believable, chuckle, you teasingly swat Jesse’s hand away. “I’m fine, weirdo,” you laugh, moving over to your couch. “So, I thought you were busy today?”

“Plans got cancelled,” he shrugs, falling down next to you. Without hesitation, he wraps an arm around your shoulder, pulling you close as you fall next to him with ease. Even if your worries still nag at the back of your mind, just being near Jesse is enough to calm your nerves. At least a little. “Figured i’d come see my favourite girl.”

“Oh, hush,” you roll your head, moving to grab the remote. “Wanna watch a movie?”

“Sure.”

A few hours later, the two of you having moved to some sort of racing game, Jesse suddenly pauses the game, causing your eyes to fall on the back of him as he stands up. “Gotta pee,” he says simply, making his way towards your bathroom. You brush it off with no concern, your earlier concerns having slipped to the back of your mind.

It isn’t, in fact, until Jesse walks out of the bathroom with the pregnancy test in hand a few moments later, do you realize your mistake.

You innocently move to glance up at him as he walks back, expecting him to fall back into his spot next to you, until you see what’s in his hand and the change of his expression. His care free nature is all but gone and there’s a sort of dumbfounded expression on his face as he flickers his gaze from the test, to you. Where he looks at you questioningly. 

“Jesse...--”

“This yours?”

Swallowing thickly, you bite your bottom lip. There was no point lying. “Yeah,” you say quietly, feeling your head sink. “It’s mine.”

“You took this today?” You nod. “And it means...?” He doesn’t need an answer to his question, but still, you nod once again.

Jesse doesn’t say anything for a moment, but it feels like eternity to you. Like your entire being is caving in on itself and you just can’t handle it. If Jesse wants to break it off, then you need to know because you can’t handle the debating any longer. Besides, it’s not like you needed to gain the courage to tell him anymore; he already knew.

“I’d understand if you...” With a shaking breath, you inhale deeply, bracing yourself. “If you wanna break up. I’ll be okay, i’ll figure something out. And there’s one thing I know, I wanna keep the baby. I’ll figure out the money and everything and honestly, Jesse, we’re so young so I totally understand if--”

“Woah, woah,” Jesse cuts off, your eyes snapping to his as he shakes his head, disbelief written on his face. “Are you offering me an out?”

Pausing, you frown. “Well, yeah...”

“Why?”

“Because I thought you wouldn’t want to--”

“It’s mine, though?”

“Of course,” you say without hesitation. “Of course, Jesse. There’s no one else but you, Jesse.”

Jesse nods, and once again, stifling silence fills the air as you wait for his answer, terrified at what it’ll be. Then, suddenly Jesse rushes forward, falling to his knees before you and taking your hand into his own, stunning you. Your lips part, staring down at him in wonder. “I’m not going anywhere,” he finally says, no ounce of doubt in his voice. “I’ll help you raise our baby. Doesn’t matter to me if we’re too young, there’s no way I could ever leave you.”

Your shoulders fall, body easing. You don’t know what to say. You knew Jesse was sweet and he possibly had the biggest heart of anyone you knew, but, you didn’t think... couldn’t even imagine him being this supportive. This understanding. You’d been so sick with worry that you’d overthought everything. And for no reason.

“I love you, Y/N.”

Blinking, you meet his gaze. He seems to realize what he said and shaking his head, he lets out a nervous smile; “I’ve loved you since I first met you. And, if you’ll let me, I want to be there for you.”

“Of course,” you say quietly, your own smile curving onto your lips. “Of course I want you to be there with me.”

Jesse presses a kiss against your knuckle, eyes remaining on your own the entire time. The kiss sends flutters through your entire self and in that moment, you realize, there’s no one you’d rather have a baby with than Jesse.

-

“Mr. White--”

“We are so close, so close, to finishing what we started. And what? You just want to give it all up?”

“Y/N is pregnant, Mr. White,” Jesse mumbles, brows furrowing in absolute disbelief. He can’t believe what he is hearing from the man he looked up to. He thought, if anyone would understand, it’d be him. Since he’d started all of this for his family in the first place. “I have enough money that will sustain us for a while, and then i’ll find a job and, well, yeah. I mean, I can’t keep cooking with a baby around, yo. That’s just not safe.”

Walter scoffs, rubbing his hands across his face tiredly before shaking his head. “You’ll get a job? You?” Jesse’s head jerks back at the obvious insult, lips parting. 

“Yeah,” Jesse whispers, “I... I have to. For Y/N.”

Walter takes a step forward, grabbing Jesse firmly by the shoulders. He leans close, leaving Jesse no choice but to focus solely on him. “I do this for my family. So my family has enough money to live a comfortable life. More than a comfortable life. Don’t you want the same for your own, Jesse?”

“Yeah, but, I don’t have... cancer, Mr. White.” Jesse ignores the look of shock on Walter’s face, trying to stay strong. “I mean, it might be hard, but I can get a job. I can live a normal life. I don’t need to cook meth for Y/N to be happy and sustained.”

Huffing, Walter steps back. “You’ll see. You’ll come to understand my way of thinking, Jesse. And when you do, i’ll be here.”

Inching towards the door, Jesse’s lips part. “I’m not coming back, Mr. White.”

Without hesitation, Walter shakes his head; “you will. I know you will.”

And there’s something about the look in his eyes, something that just screams danger to Jesse. It feels him with doubt and hesitation and he almost, almost, doesn’t walk out. Tempted to just give in. He would be dangerous, but Mr. White had a point; you and your baby would be sustained and happy for life. And Jesse’s been keeping it a secret from you for this long that he can continue to.

But then, he imagines his child, boy or girl, ever finding out what he did; the absolute disgust and fear that they would feel... and that gives him the encouragement to walk out.

Not knowing what that meant.

-

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[roc-thoughtblog]

Sense and Sensibility Readthrough Part 6

Chapter 9, Pages 34-39

Previously, I spent a whole hour on Chapter 8 because Marianne has a most amusing inability to understand anybody with the barest smidgen of emotional reserve, or anybody older than 27 in general.

In the end I spent my whole hour on chapter 9 too; this time it was "animating gales" that set me off on a tangent. I have no regrets though, I feel like I understand Austen's writing style just a bit better out of that.

I am starting to think my reading pace for Idoru just doesn’t translate to S&S though. Asides from tangents, maybe also for the relative density of the language in S&S, so maybe 5page/hour is just my Austen rate. We’ll see.

I did used to also spend 2 or more, uncounted hours, but part of this blog is that I also want to learn to pace myself and be aware of my time, so I’ll be sticking to one hour reading sessions and optionally an extra hour on something else.

Readthrough below.

Chapter 9 Dashwoods getting used to their new home; especially being able to be themselves again without worrying about Fanny, I bet. Relatable. Apparently they're consistently busy with hobbies at home (apparently Sir Middleton has none at home). And they're enjoying long, lushly described walks around the local area. Declined to do as much socialising as Sir M, but really who does as much socialising as Sir M?

GASP! Margaret still exists! :D

She's gone out to the hill to play with Marianne! I forgot that they're both kids, tween and teenager. They have that rare opportunity to simply be carefree.

when they caught in their faces the animating gales of a high south-westerly wind, [...] they pursued their way against the wind, resisting it with laughing delight for about twenty minutes longer, when suddenly the clouds united over their heads, and a driving rain set full in their face.

Haha, hubris! This section gives me pause to make a few observations though:

Firstly, this entire section is perhaps the most vivid and alive I can remember Austen describing anything: "exquisite enjoyment of air on the summits, "partial sunshine of a showery sky", "animating gales", and more. She can seriously paint a picture when she feels the narrative need; very rapid-fire showers of imagery, some of it even in-motion! The whole animating gales lines I really love, it has so much cool and vivid energy that I can really feel. Ah! I suppose that tactile element of the wind really lends it that extra, beautifully immersive dimension too. Note to self: settings do not have to be still, and even though it's often said, it bears reminding that it really pays to complement visuals with other senses. Oh! The animating gales line is also very Gibson-esque; it artfully combines all of the movement, tactile and emotional qualities of a refreshing wind to the face into a single wholistic, elegant feeling.

Secondly, I feel like this line illustrates really well one technique that Austen uses a lot, that gives part of the cheeky and sardonic feel of her narration. The one where she sets up or builds an expectation that might be positive, and then very abruptly and dryly (with no fanfare) subverts it and lets it completely bottom out without warning, turning all the positives upside-down. I've observed her previously using it to "compliment" her own characters, and I referred to it as "backhanded", but here with the scenery I'm starting to pick up the actual mechanism behind it. Is there a name for this? I'm going to call it an Austenism, for something to refer to it as, until I find out if it has a proper name. Either way I'm going to be more conscious of it from here on out.

Lastly, will Margaret ever talk? Poor girl finally had a chance to speak and all she got was "Margaret agreed." :'D

Anyway they try to run back home, because driving rains. Aww yess, running down a grassy hill in a heavy rain, I genuinely love that feeling. Marianne trips and twists her ankle. Oops, thats always a risk, I admit.

A rainswept stranger with a gun and two dogs stops to princess-carry her all the way down the hill home and into a comfy seat. Wow, she might love that. HAHA Elinor and Mama Dashwood both secretly think he's attractive. Does he leave without a word? Not as such, but the scene has no dialogue, so we are left quite deliberately to admire an "uncommonly handsome" and charming stranger in full air of mystery. Might also be because this chapter has so far been from Marianne's perspective, and being picked up by a romantic stranger out of the rain has probably destroyed her ability to remain situationally aware.

Mama Dashwood is so pleased. This guy's name is Willoughby apparently, he's too polite to stay and sit his rainy butt down on a fancy couch, and he's going to come again tomorrow to check that Marianne is okay.

and then he departed, to make himself still more interesting, in the midst of an heavy rain.

HAHA- Austen knows what she's doing here. I wonder how commonly she read such tropes in her time, to skewer them so much right now? "His manly beauty" HAHAHA it keeps going.

Marianne's completely flushed and totally overwhelmed by everything. He comes straight out of Marianne's favourite romance novels! She's definitely about to be completely infatuated if she's anything like some of my friends were back then. Yep, she's already decided that his shooting jacket is the most attractive jacket.

I have a feeling he's so perfect for Marianne in a such a completely cliched way that he's probably gonna get hella subverted before the end.

They find out from Sir Middleton the social butterfly that Willoughby comes down every year and is generally a nice bloke. HAHA Marianne wants to know everything about him in full infatuation mode, and Sir M is just like, "What? Iunno girl, but hey did you see his really awesome dog? What a good pupper."

Elinor asks better questions, as Elinor do. Reminds me of D&D when only one player remembers to ask the DM actual plot questions (usually me... ;>.>). Willoughby's related to that old lady nearby with the big estate and due to inherit it. Well, that sure is conventionally eligible.

Sir Middleton still seems convinced that Marianne and Colonel Brandon have an attraction and that Marianne is setting about on a new "conquest." Rude. Marianne (”warmly”) gives him a real piece of her mind about that. I would too. Sadly it's all wasted on Sir M's somewhat limited comprehension.

Only a few pages again today before I ran overtime. I'm starting to suspect I'm just not going to pick up any pace until I get familiar enough with Austen's writing that I'm not encountering something new to ruminate on the middle of every chapter.

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Six Phases 002

Who knew it nearly took 6 months to win your heart, and 6 phases for Baekhyun to lose his mind.

A/N:  Part 2! Yes, this part is long as well. It’s like 9.3k (baekhyun’s fault again smh) 😅 hope you like it, let me know what you think in my ask box  🌹 🌹 Enjoy ♡ ♡

[ contains: romance, fluff, angst & smut (later on) ]

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Track 4

You'd think that after a month of constantly denying, avoiding and downright ignoring that Byun Baekhyun would give up trying to talk to me.

Either he is just always this persistent or his head is shoved far up his own cocky ass.

"Ri-"

"I swear to god." I grumble, coffee mug forgotten as I straighten up in my chair. "Baekhyun for the last damn time, No."

"Wow," A familiar yet different voice chimes; full of amusement.

Gasping I turn around in my seat; ignoring the annoyingly loud squeak of the furniture, "Sehun."

The man chuckles and opens his arms as I stand to go in for a hug. "Hey there, shorty."

"Hey~" I pull back to look at him. "How's it going? How'd you know to find me here?"

"Your roommate is pretty chatty and bright." He takes my spot and I glare at him until he snorts, sliding closer to the window so I can sit beside him.

"Yeah, that's totally her," I mutter resting my chin on my palm.

"So," He takes my cup and tilts his head to taste some of my drink. "Ready to talk about that party?"

I nearly choke going to take my own sip; eyeing him as he brushes invisible dirt off of his black t-shirt. "Um," Carefully setting the mug down I turn more towards him. "I thought we agreed to never speak of this-"

"I only meant that promise for the moment because you were already crying in my arms-" He quickly interjects.

"AND that too." I grumble.

"Riley." He gives me a pointed look, not even shaking away the long strands of hair dangling in his eyes.

I tap my fingers on the edge of the cup, running my hand through my hair with a sigh. "W-Well.."

//

His outfit looks even better up close. Silk black shirt and collarbones glistening with sweat. Tight leather pants leaving little to the imagination; mouthwatering with how he moves his hips. Heavy gaze with his eyeliner rimmed eyes full of pure mischief and sin. Silver buttons occasionally colliding and forming goosebumps on my skin as he smirks—

//

"Well?"

Snapping out of it I meet Sehun's curious yet scrutinizing stare. That look alone makes me wish I never went out—or at least told him about that night. A flash of silver hair and pouty lips fill my mind. I down the rest of my mocha without a second thought.

I really need to stop thinking about it.

"Well." Clearing my throat as I fiddle with the empty container, I choose my words carefully. "I... Went to a party with Jenny."

"Which I know already-"

"Are you gonna shut up and let me talk?" I blink firmly, lips pressed into a line.

Sehun takes one look at my face and quietly leans back into the booth.

I relax back as well with a sigh. "The minute we got there and started heading towards the house, she stopped and gestured to a group of men."

He nods, quickly silencing his phone with a swipe of his finger when a notification pops up.

"She told me to stay away from them," I mumble interlocking my hands over my stomach. "And seeing the genuine concern on her face, I agreed-"

"Hesitantly I bet-"

"Oh!"

He yelps as I move to slap his arm, pouting when he doesn't move away fast enough.

"Fast forward, I ended up tipsy and dancing with one of them." Sighing I lean forward to cross my arms on the table; ignoring the impatient glare from the waitress standing across the room. She has been doing that for the past few minutes. I don't know if it's because of the fact that I have been sitting here for about an hour or that I'm with my handsome friend.

Sehun—ever the attentive one—raises his hand and orders something; bringing on the charm to make her relax. Once she scribbles it down and heads for the counter he turns to me again, rubbing a hand over my back. "What happened next?"

I release another sigh; my shoulders moving in exaggeration. "After I nearly froze like a deer in headlights on the floor, Jenny came to the rescue as soon as the song ended."

"Your knight in shining armor."

I hum lightly in reply; playing with my cup and growing shy as I utter my next words. "Turns out the guy was Byun Baekhyun-"

"Wait." Eyeing him irritably, I blink at the serious expression on his face. "Hold the fuck up, you danced with the Byun Baekhyun? At a party?"

Well, his party. "Uh yes...?" I hesitate, taking in the growing panicked look in his eyes.

He suddenly smirks, eyes full of mischief. "So," He starts, leaning in close whispering a, "How good was he?"

My reaction is instant; the scarlet coloring of my cheeks growing deeper as I weakly slap his arm. "Shut up!" He's doubled over in his own unique laughter; holding onto the table for support. "We only danced!"

"I know." He chuckles with his arm over his stomach; leaning his head back on the booth. "You're too prude to end up in his bed, innocent girl." He grins, playfully nudging my side before wiping a tear from his eye. I nearly choked trying to respond and he's quick to pick up on it; his eyes widening before they narrow. Slowly he sits back up, "Riley. Parker."

"L-Look," I stutter; cowering back at his 'you fucking didn't' glare. "I can explain!" I squeak.

He crosses his arms with gritted teeth. "Start. Talking."

"Okay okay." Gulping I tell him everything from the encounter with the drunken idiot to storming out of the mansion. The waitress interrupting the middle of it with the two muffins Sehun ordered.

Sehun sits there with his fingers laced together on the table for a second; seeming to run it all over in his mind. "So no sex?"

"SEHUN!" I cry.

"Hey," Dodging my attacks he holds my hands gently in his own. "I'm just making sure, okay?"

Pausing to take in the sincere expression on his face, I nod looking down at our hands. "I know..." My gaze goes back to him when he suddenly straightens up.

"Earlier you thought I was Baekhyun." He mumbles slowly, meeting my eye. "Is he bothering you?"

Biting my lip anxiously I try not to break the eye contact, "..No."

He sighs deeply; nodding, "He is. Okay." He releases my hands, making a gesture for me to move. My heart jumps into my throat; I know where this is going. "No-Sehun, wait," I whine refusing to get up. He shoots me an annoyed look, "What."

"H-He hasn't been bothering me, it's just..." I sigh playing with my fingers. "His presence is...overwhelming." I bite the inside of my cheek. "Every time I look up, he always seems to be around. In the dorms. On the way to physics. Back from the cafeteria... It's annoying."

He rests his arm on the table; holding one muffin with the elegance of a model while thinking it over. "Has he been trying to?..."

Noticing the look on his face I quickly shake my head, "No!" Feeling curious eyes on me I shrink, whispering a, "He just asks how I am and about the weather and s-stuff..."

"He-" Sehun chokes going into another laughing fit. "H-He asks about the weather? Really?" He sighs breaking off a piece of his treat. "Are we talking about the same Byun Baekhyun?" He wipes another tear from his eye still chuckling.

I nod, "Unbelievable right? He even complimented my ugly neon green sweater..."

"That crop top that chases all the boys away?" Sehun's brows raise. He scoffs when I nod again; crossing his arms, "He's totally set on getting you in his bed...Again." He gives me a disapproving look that I quickly look away from. An action I regret when my eyes meet those of a certain silver-haired man.

"Shit! Sehun." I whisper/shout; ducking down to hide behind the booth.

"Wha-" He flinches at my nails digging into his bicep; obviously sore from his daily visit to the gym. "What? What!?" He whisper/shouts back.

"He's here..." I mumble.

"..Huh?"

Slapping his arm I snap my fingers, pointing beyond the back of our seat, "There!"

He tilts his head to awkwardly meet my gaze with wide eyes, "You're shitting me."

I roll my eyes, "Take a look yourself."

Like the bad actor he is, he immediately looks over the booth in the most obvious manner. "Oh..." He turns back to me. "Shit."

"Exactly." I hiss. "And he fucking saw me. How the hell will I get out of here?"

He makes a displeased noise. "Maybe he'll order and leav-" Taking another glance Sehun stops short.

"What?" His frozen expression isn't lessening my anxiety. "...Sehun?"

"He's..." He squints, "With someone."

I raise my brows, "One of the other douches or..." He shakes his head, running a hand through his obsidian black hair, "No. Jenny."

My eyes widen, "Jen?-"

As if on cue, that unmistakable laughter fills the peaceful atmosphere. Sehun and I share a look.

Gripping the seat and peeking back over the booth, I see the side-profile of the duo ordering up at the counter, chatting like old friends. Their height difference nearly comical with how tiny my roommate is.

"Just what kind of fuckery is this?" I mumble.

"I know how to get you out of here," Sehun mumbles back, popping the rest of his muffin into his mouth and grabbing the other. He throws a few dollar bills on the table before gesturing for me to move. "Follow my lead."

Getting up to let him out I make sure my back faces the distracted duo. Sehun reaches for my arm once he stands, gently pulling me behind him. Following him without a question, we calmly make our way to the front of the cafe. I switch to walking beside him as we pass the two people seemingly chatting up happily to the cashier.

Just as we reach the door, I feel that familiar stare, my body tensing up. Sehun lightly squeezes my arm when I slow down; ushering me out the door before I can look back at the man burning his eyes into the back of my head.

"Geez, that was intense." He sighs, leading us to a cute flower shop a few doors down. He shoves his hand in his pocket before spinning around to face me. "And you! Why did you slow down? You almost blew our cover."

Feeling a blush coming on I sigh shaking my head. "I'm sorry, I just..." My shoulders sag in defeat. "He saw me anyway."

"Huh?" He stops fiddling with his phone; his jaw dropping, "How!?"

I scoff growing more flustered. "What do you-Sehun he was staring at me!"

His eyes widen with an incredulous expression on his face pointing at me. "How? We were careful!"

"I felt his stare," I whisper.

He blinks now looking at me in disbelief, his arm lowering back to his side, "Now you know how his stare feels like."

"I-I..." I kick a stray rock on the ground, "Yeah. It always feels like he's trying to look deep into my soul or something.."

"On your back?" He continues in a monotone. "He's trying to look for your soul through your back?"

"His stare is very piercing okay!" I huff, speed walking away. Sehun with his longer legs catches up easily.

"I guess it's just meant to be that he follows you around then." He mumbles, "Good luck explaining our meeting to him."

"There's nothing to explain." Shaking my head at him, I speed up even more; glad that I decided to wear my comfortable jeans today.

"You might want to." He calmly meets my strides, holding out his muffin in my direction. "Byun Baekhyun is a very jealous man."

I snort. "As if I give a shit." Eyeing his offering I gently take it from his hand, "The man's a stranger."

"A stranger with his sights set on you." He points out.

Leaving him without comment on that, we shift back to catching up on each other's lives and our bickering dynamic. The thoughts of Byun Baekhyun pushed to the back of my mind as I listen while enjoying the fresh taste of strawberry muffin.

/////

"Hey." A familiar voice husks behind me. Turning around I'm met with warm brown eyes covered slightly by long silver hair. Byun Baekhyun dressed in a black jacket that emphases the broadity of his shoulders. A thin black v neck underneath with beige khaki pants that are loose yet stylish. And matching colored platinum shoes that would look ugly on the average person; hell even I wouldn't attempt rocking those. How does he look so good and why is he behind me in line?

Suddenly remembering he spoke when his brows raise, I jerk back into focus. "Uh.. Hi."

A warm smile spreads on his face, "How are you? How's your day going?"

"Um..." Looking at the textbooks clutched in my arms, I try to avoid his beaming smile. "Alright." The conversation ends there like it always does in these coincidental situations.

"I believe I saw you this morning." He hums suddenly as we move up. "With a guy."

I choke; stopping in my tracks as goosebumps rise on my skin. His tone was cherry but anyone with ears could hear the emphasis on the word guy. "Well-"

"He was tall. Your boyfriend?" He lifts a brow.

I inwardly sigh at that, choosing my words carefully. "He's someone I've known and trusted for years." I decide to say, avoiding his question and narrowing eyes.

"Can we talk?" He mumbles, gesturing ahead as a large gap appears between me and the person in front of the line. Facing forward as I quickly close the space, the feeling of his eyes glued to the back of my flower shirt has an unwanted flush covering my cheeks. He lightly tugs at the strap of my backpack; brown eyes questioning me slightly.

Nodding firmly before turning away to roll my eyes I sigh. What is up with this guy, really?

"Hi, may I take your order?"

Focusing back at the task at hand, I let my eyes quickly skim over the menu behind the counter before meeting eyes with the cashier. "Yes, I would like the..." They nod as I list off what I want, telling me my total at the end. Starting to reach for my wallet I jump at how bad the weight of my books shift in my arms. Oh shit. Looking between the cashier, spotless counter, my dusty books, and the floor; I inwardly panic. How to not make a fool out of myself in public question mark.

"Here." A familiar hand holds out a credit card, the scent of fresh laundry and citrus filling my space as Byun Baekhyun steps forward. "I'm paying. Let me order as well."

Left shocked and evermore speechless, I say nothing as the cashier nods taking his order as well before accepting the card.

"I-" I try as we walk towards the tables, "You didn't have to-"

He spins around nearly causing me to crash into him. "Shh." His eyes run over me before settling on my own with a tilt of his head. "Follow me?"

Already feeling indebted (the worst feeling) I follow him quietly; shifting the weight of my books between my arms.

Of course, he walks us over to a booth, gesturing for me to sit. "Here." He reaches out for my books as I eye him incredulously. "Let me help you with that."

Sending him one more judging look I let him take the books out of my tired arms, sliding into the booth with a heavy sigh. He sits across from me neatly setting them beside him on the seat. Feeling indebted again I call out to him, "Hey..."

His eyes search for mine in an instant as I look beyond him to the bright advertisement of food in the back of the room; slightly shaking my hand sanitizer bottle at him.

Recognizing what I'm trying to do, he smiles, opening his palms to receive a good amount of it. "Thank you."

"No, thank you." I mumble. "You didn't have to do that. I'll pay you back."

"After we eat." He keeps his gaze on me as I avoid it in every way possible. "And talk."

Oh. Cursing Sehun inwardly for being the ever smart person he is, I sag in my chair. Right.

Fortunately or not, he doesn't start up this "talk" until after our food has arrived. The hot steam coming from the fries mouthwatering to my late afternoon starving stomach. I could eat a hippo at this point and it'd taste good.

Immediately digging into my burger I pause mid-second bite when he chuckles. Freezing in horror for a moment I remind myself of what happened last month and continue enjoying my meal. "If you want to talk-"

"Can I be honest for a minute?" He asks softly. His eyes blinking innocently at me.

Closing my eyes to curse myself this time, I sigh nodding.

"Ever since that afternoon we bumped into each other, I..."

Cringing outwardly at the memory I cover my face. "I'm sorry for being clumsy, okay? It's a fault and I'm working hard to fix it-"

"No-Riley."

My eyes widen. That's the only response I have to Byun Baekhyun. With his pleading puppy eyes and pretty hand softly resting on mine.

He licks his lips taking in my silent yet attentive state. "I want to get to know you."

I raise a brow turning my head a little to the side, "In what way?"

He starts to say something and then seems to reconsider. "In any way you'll let me."

My eyebrows shoot up at that. Byun Baekhyun. Playboy Byun Baekhyun wants to get to know me? In any way I allow?

What the actual fuck.

A laugh escapes my lips before I can stop it; looking away and trying to control my amusement. "Is this how you do it?"

"Hmm?" He hums, hand still on top of mine.

I move away, clutching onto the bottom of my shirt instead. "Is this how you get girls? You tempt them by yielding to their will then bend them to yours?"

He blinks a look of confusion on his face, "What?"

I chuckle at his act, smirking bitterly at him, "What do you really want out of this? Another girl in your bed?"

Confusion continues to play on his features, and then it clicks. Something in him seems to snap; his whole posture shifting as his eyes darken. "Is that what you really think of me?"

I use every last of my strength to not waver under his heated stare, meeting his gaze head-on with my nonchalant one.

He scoffs, sitting back with a chuckle of disbelief. "I'm genuinely trying to get to know you and you assume I only want you for sex." He shakes his head.

I shrug even as my cheeks flush at that last word, "It's what you're known for, isn't it?"

The look he shoots my way has my mouth snapping shut. "So you believe in rumors." He nods to himself, fingers touching his lips before he lets his hands fall back to the table; regarding me with a piercing stare. "Tell me, did I try coming onto you at the party?"

I start to remind him that he was the one who never denied said rumors until he hits me with another one of those looks. "I'd like to think you are decent enough to not come onto a drunk girl," I mumble.

He nods not looking away from me for a second. "So you trust me with that, but not with wanting to date you?"

Date!? I blink, "Date?"

He laughs a little genuinely this time. "You're cute." He hums, eyes returning to their usual brown and warmth. "Yes, I want to date you."

My cheeks have no hope of cooling down at this point as I open my mouth to reply.

He lifts a hand, "I can tell by how you're being that dating is far fetched." He smiles, interlocking his hands under his chin while leaning forward. "So let's go at your pace, hmm? See where it takes us?"

Looking into his cutely blinking, sparkly brown eyes I sigh inwardly in defeat. Fighting the urge to roll my eyes at the turn of events I lean forward as well, his own orbs brighten even more at my action. "Friends," I mumble holding out my pinky finger.

He looks down at the digit a smile playing at his lips. My brows lift in challenge until he wraps his finger around mine, seeming to pause before letting out a, "Don't we have to seal it with a kiss?"

My eye twitches at that, and the smirk on his face. Never one to easily let someone else win, I nod smirking as well. "Of course~" The closer I lean in the more his eyes widen significantly. I ignore my own racing heart when our noses brush. His eyes flutter closed with a shiver; pretty eyelashes lightly touching the top of his cheeks. God how is he so nice to look at all over it's insane.

Smirking even more, I lift my hidden fistful of napkins pressing them to his lips; quick to peck the other side just as his eyes snap open in shock. Before he can hold me in place I've already leaned back, laughing loudly. "T-The look on your face!" I wheeze out of breath with a grin.

"S-Shut up," Baekhyun mumbles with rosy cheeks; adorably stirring his straw in his drink.

"Awww is baby baek sulking?" I tease chuckling when he shoots me a weak glare. Even with me laughing at his little moment of misery, he manages to have a cute smile on his face.

Maybe this wasn't a bad idea.

/////

Alright, befriending him? Decent idea. Giving him my number? The worse idea known to man.

"Fucking hell." I groan rolling over onto my back, throwing an arm over my face. Maybe if I pretend I'm a deep sleeper, he'll go away.

Alas, the ringtone designated for him, (that I—regrettably—let him choose himself,) blares for the 3rd time from my phone.

Fed up I launch myself out of bed, standing up with irritation in my veins while answering the damn thing.

"Hell—"

"7am on a Saturday, Byun?" I grit out. It takes everything in me not to speak louder in fear of waking up Jenny.

"I-I'm sorry." He's quick to reply in a sleepy mumble. At least he sounds apologetic.

And hot, my mind can't help but to point out.

I squeeze my eyes shut as memories of the party come to mind again. Not now brain.

I'm brought back to the present when he clears his throat. "I wanted to ask yesterday if you had plans for today, but by the time class ended and I got back from the office it was the early morning.."

Office? I wonder, biting the tip of my thumb. "It's fine." I sigh after awhile. "Just...text me next time?"

"But I like calling you." He mumbles even sleepier than before; voice muffled as if his face is in his pillow. "Your voice is pretty."

"And I sleep in on Saturdays." I'm quick to reply, tightening my grip on the phone as my cheeks flush. It's way too damn early for these kinds of compliments.

He chuckles in that 'I know you're getting shy' way I'm starting to be familiar with; asking softly, "When can I see you today?"

"Hold on," I mumble growing more flustered as I shuffle through the nightstand next to my bed. It took the past 2 weeks entirely to get the damn thing assembled on my own. Grabbing my hot pink decorated planner, (gotta love duct tape,) I flip to September, the bolded words Hair Appointment staring me dead in the face.

I gasp loudly, moving to gather my things to hop in the shower. "I will be busy from 9 to 11 so... Meet you at the cafe around 12?" My voice shifting to a panicked squeak at the end.

Baekhyun chuckles through the phone and I find myself pausing; a sort of calmness washing over me. His voice sounds so deep, husky, and undoubtedly sweet in the mornings-

"Okay," He chirps making me chuckle as well. "See you soon, Riley."

"Riley?"

I flinch, turning to gape at a half-asleep Jenny. She rubs her eye as I hear a distant, "Riley?" Through the phone.

Standing there nervously eyeing a confused looking Jenny, I bring the phone to my mouth; whispering a quiet, "See you, Byun." He hums a goodbye soothingly in reply.

"Byun?..." Jenny mumbles sleepily as I cut the line. "Byun, Byun-" Her eyes snap open. She sits up in bed; freshly dyed purple hair in disarray. "Byun Baekhyun!?"

I go back to nonchalantly gathering my shower things but avoiding her scrutinizing stare is impossible. "Yes," I mumble in defeat.

Taking a peek at her she has a bewildered look on her face. She reaches under her pillow to retrieve her phone; squinting, "Why the hell is he calling you at 7 in the morning?"

I shrug nonchalantly ignoring the heavy pounding of my heart, "He wanted to meet up."

Her brows rise, "Right now?" She exclaims.

"No!" I squeak cowering under her glare. "We are going to meet up at the cafe around the block, like always. That's all."

"Like always!?" She near screeches. The people next door rap on the wall and yell out a complaint as I resist the urge to cover my ears; eyeing her carefully. If she were in a cartoon, steam would be coming out of her ears by now. "How many times have you been meeting him behind my back!?"

I blink at that; managing to comfortably cross my arms and tsk, "What? He's not your boyfriend is he?" He better not, I'll kill him; I think. Alarming myself by such an aggressive thought.

"Pfft! Nooo" She shakes her head, laughing loudly. "Hell no."

"Alright then," I mumble blankly; going back to my bag of things to throw it over my shoulder. The doorknob is just in my grasp when her soft voice calls me back.

"Riley? Just...be careful, okay?"

Pausing I look back at her; lips twitching, "I saw you with him last Wednesday. What's the difference?"

She sighs wordlessly patting the space next to her. Reluctantly leaving my stuff by the door I make my way over, sitting on the edge of her bed.

"Baekhyun doesn't have the best past when it comes to relationships, Riley." She begins, looking off into space. "I will admit that I was there. And I saw you as soon as we walked through the door." She turns to me then, blue eyes honest as can be. "I tried my best to distract him with the pretty lady behind the counter, but like fate, he caught his eye on the familiar brunette wearing a flower shirt." She smiles softly as my cheeks flush; her gaze focusing on her hands. "He saw you with a tall man of all people." She laughs as I try hard not to snort, "You really know how to make him go crazy without even knowing."

Yeah, tell me about; I nearly say. Remembering just how bothered he seemed by the encounter the week before.

Jenny sighs resting her hands on her knees. "I warned him to stay away from you, but anyone from miles away can see how smitten he is with you." She smiles a little sadly. "I once had a roommate who got her heart crushed by him." A flash of annoyance covers her face. "I gave him hell for months until we came to an agreement: if I'm rooming with someone, they are off-limits." She dramatically rolls her neck to the side; smiling teasingly at me. "Looks like you're the exception."

I can't help chuckling as she wiggles her eyebrows; my gaze settling up on the ceiling. "Thank you for telling me.." Looking back at her I raise a brow, "I'm not here looking for any relationship though."

Her own brows raise at that, "He said the same thing," A smirk grows on her face. "Before meeting you~"

"Ugh." I groan, playfully pushing her laughing form away.

"Go shower and get to your appointment before you're late." She softly chastises, shooing me off the bed.

"Thanks, mom," I grumble a little, laughing at the dramatic upset look on her face. "I'm on it."

"Have fun on your date!" She calls just as I'm walking out the door. Noticing the other people curiously looking my way, I quickly walk down the hall; fanning my flushing cheeks.

/////

At 11:30 sharp, I'm weaving my way through the Saturday traffic from hell; flinching every time someone bumps into me or I'm spotted by a creepy classmate. Freshly straight and shiny long hair tied back loosely with a hair-tie. The GPS on my phone claims that the cafe is a mere 15 minutes away, but me being me—always punctual—I made sure I left early to give myself double the time.

"Doll."

Near squeaking at the sudden appearance of...what was this tall guy's name again? Squinting at him I take in his height and beautiful skin tone... Ah, flirty Jongin. Internally rolling my eyes I shake my head in his direction; continuing to push through the crowd.

"It's not polite to brush someone off like that, Doll." A teasing voice chuckles in my ear.

I grit my teeth, "Go away."

"Going somewhere huh?" He observes, annoyingly keeping up with my fast pace. He continues when I don't give a single acknowledgment, "Mind if I accompany you?"

"You'll just do what you want anyway," I mumble carefully eyeing a familiar flower shop.

Jongin chuckles deciding to be quiet for a long 30 seconds as we wait for the crosswalk light to turn green. "Are you meeting someone?" He wonders as I cross the street with a purpose. His gaze doesn't seem to leave the side of my face until we are right in front of the cafe. "Study date?"

He holds the door open for me after someone exits. Quietly thanking him I scan the room for a head of silver hair. Baekhyun is not hard to find. Jongin and I seem to spot him at the same time, "Byun Baekhyun?..."

"Outing with a friend," I mumble; cheeks flushing when said friend waves my way. Looking up to flash Jongin a quick smile, I tug my hair loose and step into the cafe.

Funnily enough, as I make my way to Baekhyun it turns out he chose the booth that Sehun and I regularly sit in.

"Riley~" He greets as soon as I sit across from him. My back ends up towards the door; typical. He has his hair down in that boyish style again; dressed in a thin grey sweater that does a poor job in hiding his firm chest and well-built arms (not like I remember how they look and feel or anything—)

Shooting the man a small smile to distract myself, his own seems to become even more bright and blinding in response. "Hi Baekhyun." Quickly checking the time I blink at the 11:51am staring back at me. Guess we are both extremely punctual people.

Good; that unrealistic part of my mind gushes.

Focusing back on the task at hand, I rack my brain for a conversation starter before things can turn awkward.

Ah. My eyes widen. Got it.

"So," leaning forward with my hands clasped under my chin, I regard him with what I hope to be a curious expression. "You said something about an office this morning?"

Baekhyun's eyes widen a little a look of surprise on his handsome features, "Yeah." He licks his lips; biting them in a near shy manner, "Let's talk over coffee?"

Sighing even though this is the exact reason I suggested we meet here, I nod. He gives me his full attention as I recite my favorite preparation of mocha; a blush steadily forming on my face at the unbreakable eye contact. With a nod of his own and another of his killer smiles, he goes to order our drinks.

Resisting the urge to put my hand over my heart, I lean back fully with a shaky sigh; sneaking a quick text to Sehun.

*

Me: Dude tell me why I actually agreed to meet Baek today. I'm losing my shit. 11:55am

Sehun: What? Wait. Why? 11:56am

*

I readjust my glasses; smoothing out my sparkly teal t-shirt before sending a reply.

*

Me: We're trying to be "friends" 11:58am

*

All I get is a smirking emoji followed by even more inappropriate text gestures in reply.

Sensing a presence I put my phone back in my pocket, gazing up at Baekhyun. A smile tugs at my lips at the adorably concentrated look on his face as he tries to balance two drinks and muffins in his hands.

Succeeding in not dropping anything, he beams my way; sliding back into his seat.

I nod with a smile of my own, blowing tentatively on my steaming drink, "Good job."

He hums leaning back comfortably in his seat; regarding me with brown eyes full of awe and mischief. "So, you remember this morning, hmm?"

"Uh yeah.." I nod, crinkling my nose in confusion. What is he getting at? Going to take my first sip I choke on my spit, blinking with wide eyes.

//

"I like calling you."

"Your voice is pretty."

//

I point a finger at his smug smilling ass. "Shut the fuck up."

He laughs that contagious, "hahaha," of his as I sigh for the hundredth time; burning my tongue with no regrets.

/////

"Sooo you're taking over your family's company?" Briefly glancing over at Baekhyun, he keeps his eyes focused on the sidewalk.

He chuckles stepping over a left-open pothole in the ground; gently grabbing my elbow as I stumble. "No," He mumbles tucking his hand back into his pocket. "I have my own."

I do a double-take, "You what?"

He looks up at that. "What? You don't believe me?" He repeats stopping to turn towards me with a raised brow. "Think I can't handle it?"

"It's not that," I snort shaking my head as I stop as well. Ignoring the irritated people having to go around us. "I don't know you well enough to judge. But... You really run your own?" I ask blinking curiously. "Being CEO and all?"

He gives me a near blank stare. "Would I lie to you?"

"I don't know!" My voice cracks as I squeak, quickly avoiding his judging eyes. The timer on the green pedestrian light up ahead catches my attention. "H-Hurry up we're about to miss the light."

Just as I take another step someone shoves past me. I bite hard on my tongue to not yell after them when I lose my footing.

Once again hands are holding me by the elbow with practiced grace, "Careful." Baekhyun mumbles helping me regain my balance.

Huffing loudly I patiently wait for him to let go before moving on ahead, "Let's go. I hate crowds." Mumbling irritably my eyes stay focused on the tightly packed amount of people crossing the street.

Standing at the edge of the sidewalk a warm hand slips into my cold one. I stop dead in my tracks even as Baekhyun carries on ahead our hands tugging against each other. He looks back at me, softly squeezing my hand, "So you don't fall." He's got that beaming smile of his again, tilting his head cutely, "Is this okay?"

I nod quietly a weird feeling budding in my chest as he smiles even brighter, turning forward to lead our way through the annoying sea of people. Funny how easy it is to forget every annoying jab in the ribs and assholes stepping on the back of my shoes with how secure his warm hand feels in mine.

What is... Going on?

Clearing my throat I slip my hand out of his the second we reach the other side. "So you are a CEO." Pointedly avoiding his questioning stare I continue on forward, "What of exactly?"

"Privé alliance."

I choke. "I-" My heart nearly jumps out of my throat. Tripping over a crack in the sidewalk I have to grab onto the nearest thing to keep from face planting-which happens to be Baekhyun. "Privé-What!?"

Baekhyun is quick to hush me, wincing while pulling me away from the endless stream of people. "You sure are loud today," He mumbles.

I look up at him in shock, squinting at the sunlight reflecting off of the expensive shades covering his eyes. Where even the fuck did those come from? "You... You're the CEO of Privé, I..."

He holds up a hand. "I'm still the Baekhyun you kno-erm-are getting to know," He says.

My brows raise at his quick save, "Really?" They narrow in suspicion, "The CEO of arguably the biggest designer brand out there wants to associate with me. What makes me so special, huh?"

He looks me over; scanning my body from head to toe with a neutral expression on his face that leaves me flustered all the same. "If only you knew," He mumbles.

My eye twitches, "What is that supposed to mean?"

He shrugs carelessly and I have half the mind to tear into him until a thought occurs to me. "Baekhyun... How old are you?"

He quirks a brow, "Rude of you to ask a man his age."

"Not to be a smart ass but I'm damn sure that's a woman thing." I point out crossing my arms. "Now answer the question."

His other brow raises as he licks his lips, a smirk growing, "You're cute when you're bossy-Okay okay!" He exclaims dodging my fist. "Twenty three. I'm twenty three."

"Oh." I blink slowly lowering my fist, "Good."

"Why?" He turns his brown eyes onto me, asking the same question without directly saying so. Very smart of him.

"Only a 4 year difference," I mumble.

He blinks, "Wait you aren't 18?.." He trails off at my glare.

"Why? Are you into youngthings you perv?" I snap. His hands go up in defense, "No! I mean I don't mind-Wait! I-I mean, you are a freshman aren't you?" He says weakly.

Slowly letting go of my panicked murder intent I sigh, "Yeah."

"Rough high school experience?" He guesses.

"You have no idea," I mumble puffing my cheeks and blowing loose strands of hair out my face.

He gives me a sympathetic look that fills me with that feeling in my chest again.

"Anyway!" Turning to take in our surroundings I squint at him, "Are you CEO or a mafia lord?"

Baekhyun sighs in exaggeration. "Way to ruin a moment, Riley." He gives me an almost tired look, "Let's go."

Before I can take a step out the relatively bright alleyway, he braces his hand against the wall. "Um.."

Looking up at a flustered Baekyun I raise a brow.

"Can I hold your hand?..." He mumbles holding eye contact for a second before looking off into the distance.

Again? I almost squeak, stopping after taking in how he fidgets on his feet. Feeling a—dare I say—softness fill my heart at the sight of him, I cave. "Alright alright, here." Promptly reaching for his hand I swiftly march out the alley, ignoring the little gasp he makes. "The day is fading away and we're here looking at each other like a bunch of idiots."

"I could spend forever looking at you," He mumbles.

Sending him what I hope to be a threatening glare he only smiles sweetly in return. Groaning loud without a care I lead us down the street with a purpose.

Damn you smooth Byun Baekhyun.

****

I'm almost afraid to admit a few things.

I'm running from it I'm downright denying it, but... Baekhyun is a sweetheart. He knows how to make someone feel special either by daily texts checking up on me during his obviously busy schedule or paying attention to every detail when we go out.

Like he freaking noticed me eyeing the fluffiest stuffed corgi puppy I've ever seen in my life and bought it without batting an eye.

"You obviously like it." He said handing it over to me with a grin. "Plus you look even more adorable with it."

Stopping my complaints the second the ball of fluff is in my arms, I huff, quietly thanking him before quickly making my way back out the store.

He's very playful.

///

"Baekhyun, we can meet up at the park this weekend-"

"Missing me already? We just had coffee the other day~" The smirk is clear as day in his voice. "Let's have a picnic. I'll bring water and fruit."

I hum, "That sounds great-"

"But a man needs a kiss for his hard work." He cheekily singsongs.

I take it back, he is a little shit. A very very annoying little shit.

But surprisingly, (or not really,) he also has a serious, caring side.

///

"Riley~" His unmistakable voice sings into the phone.

I clear my scratchy throat before putting it back to my ear, "Hi Baek-"

"Are you sick?" Confusion is in his voice, and then realization sets in. "That fruit punch had artificial sugar in it.. didn't it?"

Choking a bit I whisper a, "M-Maybe-"

"How much did you drink?"

I wince, clutching my aching stomach and mumbling a quiet, "Too much," like a guilty child.

He sighs loud over the line. "I'm coming over."

Thankfully he cuts the call just as I'm weakly grabbing for my trashcan again.

Jenny opens the door after the first knock, "Hey."

"Hi," Baekhyun's voice carries over the quiet room. Our eyes meet for a second before I'm retching back into the trashcan. He sighs loudly.

"I-I'll be out for a while," She mumbles guilty.

"Don't worry, I'm staying overnight." He smoothly replies. "I let Jongdae know you are coming."

After a few more exchanges and the door clicking closed; the loud rustle of bags fills the air.

"Heat pack, peppermints, blanket, water, ginger ale, and the Little Mermaid series." He lists off, carefully sitting on the edge of the bed.

"T-Thank you-" I croak choking when I get sick again.

Baekhyun sighs gently brushing my hair back. My eyes flutter at the contact, embarrassment budding in my chest. He must notice the change of mood as I shy away from him. "It's alright. You're sick," He says softly, rubbing my back in a way that relaxes me completely. "Even while sweating a mile a minute you're beautiful-"

"And not to be that guy," He starts not even flinching when I'm at it again, "But if this isn't motivation to stay away from things that make you ill, I don't know what is."

"It tasted so good." I cry my eyes getting blurry with tears. Baekhyun falters a little, rubbing my back more thoroughly, "You didn't read the label."

"I usually do. I thought that it was made of all-natural ingredients." I sigh muttering to myself, "Stupid."

"Hey." Baekhyun sends me a look of disapproval, gently tapping my cheek. "You are not stupid, just a little clueless baby." Before I can retaliate with a, "You're 4 years older!" He tilts my chin up, "Be sure to check the labels from now on, hmm?"

I want to answer—and mayhaps admire him in circle rimmed glasses and a soft-looking grey sweater for a bit longer—but my stomach has other plans.

Sighing Baekhyun goes back to rubbing my back, staying up with me throughout the tortuous night and into the early morning.

Okay, there's no denying he makes a really great friend, but... Something doesn't feel right.

We're past the whole "successful playboy trying to get into my pants" point... There's just something with labeling him by the word friend and it is annoying the shit out of me.

///

"It's simple." Sehun utters leaning to the side as he steers his game controller.

"Really?" Eyeing the messages on my phone I bite my lip.

*

Baekhyun: Hey you want to meet up for dinner at the new burger place in town tonight?

Baekhyun: My treat 4:00pm

Me: Ah... I'm sorry I would but I'm hanging over at Sehun's tonight 4:04pm

Baekhyun: Sehun???? 4:05pm

Me: My bff. I really want to check that place out tho

Me: Can we call a raincheck? 4:08pm

Baekhyun: Sure 4:12pm

Me: Thank you Baekhyun~ you're the best ^^ 4:14pm

**

Baekhyun: Yeah 8:40pm

*

He hums, "You like him."

I choke on my water hastily setting the bottle back on the coffee table. Straining a bewildered, "Sehun, what the fuck?"

"Don't even try to deny it." He barely spares me a glance, but still tosses a box of tissues my way. "You should see how you two look together."

"And how would you know-" Stopping a little too late he's already turning to grin evilly at me. "I have my sources," He smirks breaking another high score on his game. In the midst of celebration, he singsongs a sly, "Anyone from miles away can see you're into him too."

///

So now here I find myself 2 weeks later; waiting in an uncomfortably crowded lobby for Baekhyun to finish up things in his office. There are familiar pictures of stunning, (and not so my taste,) Privé alliance clothing on the walls. (The ones with Baekhyun showcasing his own work while sporting curly brown hair easily being my favorite). For a moment I regret not seeing him with that hair for longer.

"And what has Miss Parker pouting?"

Jumping back I clutch tightly onto my purse, blinking up at a smiling Baekhyun. My breath catching in my throat. Now just anyone can casually wear black dress pants and a white button-down shirt, but Byun fucking Baekhyun? He makes it look outworldly with his sleeves rolled up past his elbows and his hair once again sleeked to the side to showcase his forehead.

Just like at the party; my conscious can't help but supply.

I'm...going out on the town with that tonight?

Fuck.

"You okay?" His voice breaks me out of my stupor; smile fading into a worried frown of his own.

"Yeah," Nodding quickly I ignore the urge to stare down at his expensive shoes, knowing how he is about keeping constant eye contact. (I can never lie to him like this either. I swear he could have been a detective in another life).

He throws his black blazer on and holds out his hand to help me stand; looking me over carefully, "Are you sure? I'm really sorry about the wait."

"It's nothing, Baekhyun," I mumble ignoring how nice his hand feels in mine.

"Alright." He hums waving over to the previously seething secretary before resting his hand on my back. "To the burger restaurant?"

"I mean, yeah." Discretely looking him over once again I frown, "Aren't you a bit too dressed up for it, though?"

His chuckle warms me up against the late autumn air just as much as his burning touch on my lower back, "You look a bit fancy too, don't you think?"

Blinking I look down at my attire; black one-inch heels, snug dress pants and a white turtle neck, which to my horror is a fucking PRIVÉ turtle neck.

Oh. My cheeks are the hottest shade of red. I turn to Baekhyun I stutter, "I...It's..Uh-"

"Suits you." He smiles jokingly adding a, "At least it's not one of my selca shirts."

Snorting on instant I quickly cover my mouth and gasp in horror only to end laughing even harder. Wearing a shirt that has the face of my hot CEO friend in an unironic manner. In his presence no less. Imagine that.

"Yeah," I stand up from my kneeling over position; wiping a tear from my eye; still chuckling. "I'd never live that down."

The silence I'm met with is unnerving. I carefully peek over at Baekhyun who's seemingly in some type of daze. His bright sparkly eyes focused in my direction.

Feeling a blush coming on, I do the most rational—irrational, most definitely irrational—thing.

"Baekhyun."

His eyes immediately shoot down at the contact, burning his gaze into my hand resting on his like it will give him the explanation he wouldn't dare ask for and I won't know how to answer.

"Are we," I try not to falter, "going to the restaurant or not? They aren't open 24/7."

His lips curl up even more. He looks at me with the sweetest eye smile, "You're right." Slipping his hand into my own he continues walking down the quiet street.

Ignoring the quickening pace of my heart is harder this time.

"So you're telling me," I mumble pointing my chopsticks at him, "That in the 3 months of our friendship, you never mentioned a dislike for cucumbers."

"You never asked," He mumbles with pink ears; painstakingly picking every tiny piece of said fruit out of his salad.

Watching him continue for a few minutes I sigh, pulling the piled up napkin towards me, "Gimme that."

"What-"

Biting off a piece of the already small fruit I hum, chewing it thoroughly.

Baekhyun looks at me with wide eyes, nose scrunched a bit.

"I don't see why-" I pause pushing the food around in my mouth, quickly making a face. Plucking a napkin from his side of the table I spit out the vile thing. "UGH!"

Hearing loud laughter I look up at Baekhyun; clutching his stomach. I threateningly pointing my chopsticks at him, "Don't laugh! Why didn't you tell me it had vinegar?"

"Y-You didn't ask," He wheezes wiping his eye; trying to reel himself in.

I scoff wiping my tongue. "I hate this shit, it's fucking disgusting."

"You don't like it, huh?" He smiles.

Nodding I take a long sip of my sprite, "It looks wrong. Tastes wrong. The fucking SMELL? Atrocious. A disgrace."

He chuckles handing me a stack of napkins, "You'll need this then."

After that we both engage in conversation about anything and nothing; clearing our salads of the awful cucumbers and gushing over our tender hamburgers. There's just something so genuine and simple about conversing with Baekhyun. It's never boring, or overwhelming, (although my dumb heart skips a beat at his smile). It's...Well, the type of comfortable and engaging atmosphere that's hard to come by.

"Do you want dessert?-" Barely finished with his sentence Baekhyun breaks into warm laugther.

I blink cluelessly, "What?"

"Got a sweet tooth, hmm?" He teases tapping his fingers on the table. "Your eyes got so sparkly when I mentioned dessert."

I redden at that gripping at the hem of my shirt, "I haven't had ice cream in 3 weeks okay!?" I snap. It only seems to make him laugh harder.

After a few minutes, Baekhyun raises his hand, ordering 3 servings of strawberry ice cream before grinning over at me. "Extra whip cream for the princess."

I raise my fist in warning; turning redder, "Watch it, Byun-"

"Alright Ice queen," His warm hand wraps around my own; holding it gently yet firmly as he lowers it back down. His other hand cups my cheek; his sincere brown eyes looking me over. "Relax, hmm?"

I nod—meekly at that—fearful of what will come out my mouth otherwise.

He smiles rubbing his thumb over my cheek; eyes lowered on what I will tell myself is the Privé label on my shirt. Thankfully the waiter comes back at that moment. Beautiful looking ice cream gleaming in the dim restaurant light.

I don't even try to contain the grin on my face, cheerfully thanking the waiter before they walk away. The first spoonful of deliciously creamy strawberry on my tongue has an appreciative hum rising in my throat. "Oh my god. The aftertaste is even better than the first!" I gasp too blissed out to react to a giggling Baekhyun. Try as I might, I finish the dessert at lightening speed, frowning down at my empty bowl.

Hearing the sliding of glass across the tabletop I look back at Baekhyun. His hand pushing the third bowl of ice cream my way. "Don't worry," He smiles pointing at his own unfinished treat. "I'm getting stuffed already. So enjoy the rest for us both, hmm?"

Not even waiting for him to finish talking, I swoop down for a spoonful of the slightly melted dessert, plopping it into my mouth.

Baekhyun's warm laughter fills the air around us as I quickly shuffle the rest of it in; flinching every now and then when my sensitive teeth get triggered.

"You really love strawberry ice cream, hmm?" He mumbles.

I lick the spoon and my lips; neatly setting the dish on top of the other, "I love everything strawberry. Thank you by the way." Smiling I turn to him with probably sparkly eyes, "You're the b—" I can't even finish my sentence.

Baekhyun is leaning on the other side of the table; chin resting on his palm with his eyes focused on me. A look I can only describe as affectionate written all over his face.

My heart is seriously about to hammer out my ribcage. "Um, Baek-"

"Beautiful," He mumbles smiling warmly with a twinkle in his eye. He straightens up still directing that smile at me. "Let's get going, hmm? I'll walk you back."

I can't do anything but nod and gulp as he moves to rest his hands on mine. My heart still set on a damn mission tp leap out at him.

Ever the gentleman, (I can't help but cringe at that description. God what am I thinking,) he picks up the bill and leaves the correct amount behind. I pick a few dollars from my own purse to leave a tip.

"Come." Baekhyun stands up holding his hand out to me.

I look down at the appendage trying to conceal my nerves. With my mind screaming no and my heart screaming yes, I place mine in his; flushing at the secure way he holds onto it.

Walking back onto the street I shiver involuntarily; cursing the weather report claiming the temperature would be in the mid 60s after the sun went down.

Baekhyun softly squeezes my hand looking over at me with an even gentler look, "Cold?"

"I.." Shaking my head I pull my turtleneck higher up on my neck, "No I'm fine."

"Your teeth are chattering." He points out.

Before I can huff out a reply he's already shrugging his blazer off. "Here." He sets it on my shoulders; his warm hands somehow doing a better job of warming me up than the thick fabric. Thankfully I can blame my flushing cheeks on the chilly air. "Thanks." I squeak more than mumble.

Humming in reply he slips his hand back into mine, leading the way to the dorms.

With every step, I can't help but glance over at him. Studying his soft yet handsome side profile. I swear loudly when I trip over a crack in the sidewalk, glaring down at the offending concrete. Baekhyun steadies me with a pacifying smile; tightening his grip on my hand as we continue.

Keeping my eyes focused on the ground I subtly return the gesture. My heart never ceasing in its fast pace.

Maybe... Maybe I'm warming up to this dating idea.

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Part 1 | Part 2  ✓ | Part 3 P(1) | P(2) | Part 4 P(1) P(2) | Part 5 P(1) P(2) | Part 6

Little Late Disclaimer: Broadity is totally not a word but I liked it too much to change the sentence so yolo B)

That’s it for part 2.....Part 3 is going to be even longer (and split into 2 parts) 😅 till next time🌹🌹

[rsbry-beret]

Wasting Away Again

Find it on Ao3 here!!

https://archiveofourown.org/works/24159175

Tobin was drunk again. On a Tuesday. He hadn’t meant to, really...

(that was a lie. At work that day, he had watched Joan call Leif into her office with a look on her face that told Tobin everything he needed to know. Tobin tried so hard to keep working, he really did, but his eyes kept finding Leif through the glass walls. At one point Tobin had glanced over and the two of them were gone. Leif showed up half an hour later with his hair neatly re-done and a red, angry scratch mark poking up his neck. Tobin tried not to notice.)

(He noticed, though. He really noticed.)

… but there he was, most of the way through a six pack of Corona, slumped limply on his living room carpet. Tobin slid down from where he was propped up against the couch, falling in slow motion until he was curled up in a ball on his side, beer can still clutched tightly in his grip.

Thank goodness Leif was out with Joan tonight. Tobin didn’t want him to see him like this.

(Leif had seen him at worse. Leif had seen Tobin at rock bottom, and Leif was there to take him home and sit with him in the bathtub because Tobin had wanted to take a shower but gave up before he even turned the water on. Leif hadn’t left when Tobin broke down and started sobbing into Leif’s stupid 100% cotton cardigan, even though the snot would probably ruin it. Leif had stayed there with him all night, and then called them both in sick the next day, and hadn’t even made Tobin talk about his feelings, about why he had felt the need to go get wasted instead of just talking to Leif, instead of telling him what had happened with- Leif had seen him at worse. Maybe Tobin just didn’t want to Leif, right then.)

Tobin stayed on the floor. He tilted his face down into the carpet, slightly grey in that gross way that all things once white end up being. He considered laughing for a moment, because it seemed like the sort of thing that a drunk person should do, but he decided against it, just pressed his face harder into the floor, eyes squeezed tightly shut.

Maybe Leif would get home and find him and make him alphabet soup. Or something. Maybe Leif would see that Tobin was upset and instantly understand, the way Tobin always kind of hoped Leif would learn how to do, because they were best friends and he was pretty sure best friends were supposed to be able to read each other’s minds. Maybe Leif would get home and just hold him, tight and warm and solid.

Maybe Leif would stay the night at Joan’s. Probably that would be what happened.

The lock clicked, echoing through the apartment. Tobin didn’t bother getting up. If it was a burglar, they wouldn’t have a key, so it had to be-

Shit.

Tobin turned his face to the side, opening his eyes to blurrily watch brown loafers stop in front of his head.

“Tobes, dude, what the hell?” Leif sounded pissed. Which was weird, actually, because he had just got home from a date and usually he was in a good mood after he got some.

And if he wasn’t happy, then Tobin would have expected him to sound disappointed at seeing Tobin laying on the ground, surrounded by empty cans.

And if he wasn’t disappointed, then Tobin thought Leif would sound sad. Sad because he couldn’t… fix him, or whatever.

But Leif sounded angry. Like, really fucking angry. Kylo Ren, kicking puppies, dealing with window salesmen level angry.

At Tobin. Angry at Tobin.

Tobin considered the idea in his head for a second. Leif was mad at Tobin. Okay, why? It could be because he had drank, like, all the beer in the apartment. It could be because he had maybe, sort of, accidentally spilled some on the once-white carpet and not cleaned it up. It could be because Tobin had left his jacket on the floor, even though he knew Leif hated that. It could be because Tobin was a total wreck and ruining this awesome night that Leif had just had without him, and maybe Leif would decide that Tobin was too high-maintenance and kick him out of the apartment and decide to never talk to him again, and Tobin would have to quit his job out of shame and go work at Rite-Aid or 7-11 or Apple, or somewhere equally humiliating and beneath his pay grade.

“Sit up.” Tobin swayed upright, overshooting a little before leaning back against the couch for support. He looked blankly up at Leif, who had his arms crossed. He looked like Tobin’s mom the first time she had to pick him up from the police department. “Dude. What the fuck happened?”

Tobin shrugged. He hoped that Leif would get to the part where he kicked him out soon. He wasn’t sure if he could handle a whole speech beforehand.

Leif huffed out a breath. He was still wearing his coat, weirdly enough, which meant that he had seen the living room light on and the tv off and his jacket on the floor and had known that Tobin was going to be here, and had decided to come and yell at him before he even took his coat off. Or his shoes.

“Tobin. I’m gonna need a little more from you, buddy. What the actual fuck are you doing right now?”

Tobin glared at his knees, which were poking up awkwardly between his torso and the coffee table. Tobin had stupid knees. “Drinking.”

“No shit.” Leif sat down on the couch, like a civilized person or something. Tobin tried not to notice that he didn’t reach out to pet Tobins hair like he usually did when they sat like this.

Tobin resolutely didn’t say anything else. His feet were stupid, too, trapped underneath the table. He could feel his socks, slipping off his feet just a little bit. Stupid socks. Stupid coffee table. Stupid Tobin, for drinking all the beer.

“Tobin,” Leif said, still sounding mad.

Tobin twisted around at his hips painfully, feet still stuck beneath the table, and stared at Leif for half a second before looking away, at the modern art that Leif chose for the apartment because he said it gave the room ‘personality’.

“Sorry I drank all the beer,” Tobin said, and Leif deflated. Tobin watched, half in awe, as Leif melted completely into the pillows.

“Tobin,” Leif repeated, then again, “Tobin. I’m not mad that you drank the beer. Well, I am, but… I’m mad because you got crazy drunk instead of just talking to me about whatever ridiculous thing you let get under your skin this time. I’m mad because I don’t know what the ridiculous thing is.”

Which, actually, was a pretty insensitive way of phrasing that, and Tobin opened his mouth to tell Leif that but what he ended up saying was “I’m in love with you.”

Leif froze. Tobin felt like maybe he should, too, but then he realized that he’d already said the words, and regretting saying them wasn’t going to make them un-say themselves.

Hahah. ‘Un-say’. National spelling bee champ, right here.

“You what?” Leif asked, sitting upright, coat left hanging half-on and half-off of his arms. Tobin stayed facing him, even though it hurt his neck and his side and his thighs, a little bit.

Tobin considered the empty beer cans on the carpet. Tobin considered how often he drank, and how high his tolerance was, and the fact that when he felt miserable he tended to get dramatic when he had an excuse, and Tobin came to the unpleasant conclusion that he probably wasn’t as drunk as he was pretending to be. That he probably just wanted a good reason to lay on the floor.

“I love you, bro. Full homo. In love with you.” Now that he’d said the words, he couldn’t get them to stop. “Since, like, junior year of Highschool probably, because I remember you walked into advanced statistics and your stupid tie matched your socks and I heard fucking… Mary Lawrence started giggling from the third row and I was so ready to just punch her, you have no idea, dude.” Tobin inhaled, taking in a deep breath.

“Because first year of college, you passed out during your computer science midterms and the professor knew to call my cell phone, because apparently you had sharpied my number on your arm in case that happened.

“Because when I brought that fucking ferret to work on Take Your Kid To Work day, you insisted on going into Joans office with me, even though you didn’t even know I was gonna do it, because you knew that it’d look less bad if you were in on it.

“And because when my mom… yeah, you let me ruin your stupid January cardigan, and-“

Leif bent over and kissed Tobin on the forehead. It looked like an insanely uncomfortable way to bend, and Tobin’s suspicions were confirmed when Leif pulled back immediately and winced. Tobin stopped talking anyway, before pushing himself out from under the coffee table and onto the couch beside him.

Tobin looked at Leif. Leif looked at Tobin and grinned wide. “You know which cardigan I wear each month?”

That was… a weird thing to focus on, considering everything Tobin had just said.

“Yeah?”

Leif swayed forward and kissed Tobin again, this time on the corner of his mouth.

“Woah woa- wait, okay.” Tobin set his hand against Leif’s chest to push him lightly away, not bothering to remove his hand afterwards. “Not that I’m not totally on board with whatever’s happening here but first of all- what is happening and second of all, aren’t you dating Joan? Didn’t you literally just get back from a date with Joan?”

Leif squinted. “Me and Joan aren’t dating. When I said I had a business meeting with her, I actually meant, like… a business meeting.”

Tobin made a noise deep in the back of his throat, like he was thinking about something. He wasn’t really thinking about much of anything. He was more than a little confused. “You do have sex, though?”

Leif flushed and looked away for a moment before meeting his eyes again. “I mean- yeah, we have sex. But it’s notexclusive. She’s got her thing with Ava and I…” He trailed off.

Which, okay, that’s a lot of information at once, but more importantly- “and you…?”

Leif gulped, and Tobin could almost feel it from where he was touching his chest. “And I’m in love with you.” He glanced down at Tobin’s lips, then up again. “Full homo.”

“Oh. Cool.” Tobin jolted forward at full speed, slamming into Leif and basically attacking him with his mouth, sloppy and gross and honestly, not really that attractively. Tobin's hand was still trapped between them, and Leif was too off-guard to do much in the way of response, but it wasn’t about kissing, really. It was about saying I’m here, I’m here, I love you too and I’m here.

Tobin pulled away as quickly as he had pushed forward. “Holy shit, I’m kissing Leif Donnelly.”

“Is that what that was?” Leif quipped wryly, or in a tone of voice that would have been wry if his glasses weren’t crooked and his cheeks weren’t bright red.

“I know that was an insult but I’m too happy to care. Holy fucking shit, I just kissed Leif Donnelly.” Tobin beamed at Leif, with his crooked glasses and all. “Seventh-grade-Tobin is crying tears of joy right now. Honestly, current-Tobin might start, too.”

“I thought you said eleventh grade?” Leif reached back to flatten down his hair. It poofed back up again as soon as he moved his hand away.

“No, dude, I fell in love with you in eleventh grade. I’ve wanted to jump your bones since I knew what it meant.” Leif blushed again. “I don’t really want to share you, though.”

Leif smiles awkwardly. God, Tobin had kissed him. “That’s okay. I don’t really want to either.”

Tobin leaned forward, resting his head in the crook of Leif’s neck and smiling. “It’s because I’m way hotter than Joan. I’m warning you now, man, once you get a taste of Tobin everyone else will be ruined for you.”

Tobin heard Leif let out a soft laugh. “Honestly, Tobes, I think they already are. Wait, that didn’t make much sense, I meant- yeah, I agree with you, you’re hotter than Joan.”

Tobin started laughing, quietly at first and then louder, into Leif’s February cardigan. After some grumbling Leif started laughing too, before leaning back on the couch and letting Tobin rest on top of him.

“You totally still owe me more beer, though.”

Tobin shut him up.

Title from Margaritaville by Jimmy Buffet. All hail the angel @opheli-bob who gave me the prompt :)

[crapitskizaru]

Could you do a scenario of the Law, Sabo and Ace being walked in on while yanking the snake.. if ya know what I mean? And their s/o walking in and helping out *wiggles eyebrows* You’re awesome love ya❤️❤️ 

Warning: filth + law being a bastard his usual self and the ace one is almost like a shitty melodrama i have no idea why i wrote it this way lmao i apologize hes a total clown tho

Word Count: 937 + 922

The Law

Hips buckled into his hand when he picked up the pace of his pumps, the slicky sound of lube filling the room and somehow turning him on even more.

His head reclining against the back of the chair as he closed his eyes and focused on the erupting, cold pleasure in his member.

The irresistible need washed over him when he least expected it - usually he was one to stick to the schedule, but today? It must have been the tension in the air or the fact that he hadn’t gotten a chance to turn intimate with his lover last night; at that time, he considered it a good idea to stay up and read about the effects of a juvenile hormone. A great idea indeed.

He cursed silently when his back arched - thousands of electric bolts accumulating in his body signaled he’s already close to release.

Hand overrun by his own precum, he massaged his cock with shorter, more rapid strokes, head leaning further back and eyes squeezed shut in anticipation for the icy feeling to erupt. “O-oh~Fuck-”

Just as he was about to reach his peak, someone’s light footsteps echoed behind the door, on the corridor. With only few rational thoughts in his tired brain being able to function properly - all the other ones focused on visualizing his partner very close and very naked - he realized there are only a couple of seconds left before someone catches him on the act. 

He let out a heavy huff and came to a conclusion that, whoever’s coming towards his cabin right now, he doesn’t mind their audience - if anything, one member of his crew will be left with the image of their captain beating his cock imprinted in their mind forever, most probably leaving scars that are far beyond healing. Law determined it’s a pretty low price to pay in exchange for his pleasure, so he kept going. 

“You really have no shame at all, don’t you?” 

At the sound of his lover’s voice, he stopped his hand just as he was about to give in to the orgasmic wave and made a show of lazily turning his head in the direction of the door, as if the whole situation much rather bored him than, God forbid, made him embarrassed. 

“I didn’t know you talk to yourself. I shouldn’t be surprised, especially when it comes to this crew.” Law retreated to his previous position with furrowed eyebrows, a slicky sound produced when he wrapped his palm around his warm member once again. “It is indeed quite shameful to be barging in to a stranger’s cabin without knocking. Good for you for realizing that. Now leave me alone and go think about your sins.” 

He forced himself to close his eyes and catch up to the previous pleasure. It already felt good when he started straining his wrist over his shaft one more time. 

“Oh, you’re no stranger to me, Law~” 

Their approaching voice caused yet another sparkle of excitement to rush through his veins, but he didn’t want them to think they have such an effect on him, so he tried his best to hide it. 

“I’ve been trying to cum for over half of a goddamn hour,” Law murmured, fixing his eyes on theirs. “Either get on your knees or get out.” 

As they slowly sank to rest in between his legs, he couldn’t help but flash them a cocky smirk. Their tongue could do wonders to his cock, he already knew that. 

But, apparently, it was not to be. A faint pulse of pleasure striked when they delivered a small kitten lick to his tip, only to stand up again and climb up onto his lap. 

He groaned in protest - their mouth was so close to where he needed them to be just mere seconds ago - but it was soon muffled by their lips pressing against his in a rough manner. 

“Oh, God, you’re the worst,” they muttered into the kiss and grasped his warm shaft. “Of all the pirate captains, I had to run into you.” 

“How unfortunate.” The sarcastic tone lacing his voice was soon turning into one of surprise when they started massaging his cock in slow, precise movements, each stroke delivering a spike of pleasure down his core. 

They kissed him again, seemingly satisfied when he was in no state of mind to answer with words. Instead, the way in which his whole body stiffened indicated how close he was to the edge.

“Does it feel good?” they asked, pulling away from his lips and studying his face. His jawbone taut, eyelids fluttering and mouth parted open in a silent moan - the look of an absolute sin. “Is my captain satisfied?” 

“Make me cum and we’ll see ab-” he paused, suddenly reclining his head back against the chair and thrusting up with his hips as the strokes of their hand eventually caused the wave of pleasure to flow through his body that one final time. “Oh, fuck.” 

They held his cock firmly, steadily, until the last bits of cum dripped down the shaft. Law had his breath almost fully back by then, observing their face with such interest as if it was another one of the study subjects in his textbook; his fingers reaching up and tangling in their hair when they sat back on his thighs. 

“You’ve officially satisfied your captain,” he said, voice returning to its usual level of cockiness. “Your life is complete now.” 

“I really think I hate you,” they muttered and leaned in to kiss him again. 

Acey 

“C’mon, c’mon!” he grunted, impatient. His wrist started to hurt like mad, but he had to ignore it for the sake of cumming as soon as possible, preferably before someone catches him. 

And it would be a rather unfortunate turn of events. 

The room he found himself in was dark and as tiny as it could get. Although it was hot, stuffy, filled with heavy bags of flour and practically uninhabitable, Ace definitely liked it in the pantry; the courtesy of his annoyingly persistent erection being hidden from prying eyes - which let him take care of the problem himself. 

His black suit kept restricting his movements and the red tie clutched far too tight around his neck, only spurring the droplets of sweat to form on his face. It was getting increasingly harder to breathe, the unpleasant fact acting as yet another factor that convinced him to pick up the pace of his pumps. 

“Shit,” he gasped, throwing his head back, his upper body shaking from the movements of his whole arm. “Shit, shit, shit.” 

His climax was almost there - but not yet within reach. Ace grunted again, this time from sheer frustration. At this rate, he’ll get to leave the room somewhere over the course of a decade or a millenium. Or at least that’s how it seemed from his perspective. 

Eventually, the pain in his wrist became unbearable, to the point where he could do nothing more than just sneer in resignation and rest his sweaty forehead against the wall in front, his breathing ragged and irregular, his hard cock in one hand. 

“Have you guys seen Ace?” 

A muffled question emerged from behind the door and the man immediately straightened up. His partner would surely want to help when he was in such a dire need, wouldn’t they? 

He carefully opened the door, peeking through the narrow gap. There they were, tauntingly standing close enough for him to reach. 

“Hey,” he whisper-yelled, almost smashing his face into the door gap. “Hey, (Name), you busy?”

Only when he started speaking did they manage to notice him. Ace would have regretted not capturing the horrified look of surprise on their face that appeared upon seeing him, but he had more urgent matters to worry about. 

“Ace? What the hell is-”

The words were cut off from their mouth when he suddenly pulled them inside the pantry. Afterwards, when the situation was conjured up in his brain, he wondered how it was possible that his lover hadn’t been scarred for life - after all, having a man in a crumpled tuxedo randomly dragging you into a stuffy, completely dark room in the middle of a party certainly wasn’t something you’d experience everyday. 

“Listen, the situation’s bad-” he murmured conspiratorially while closing the door behind him. “-but my dick is hard and I really need to cum.” 

There was a moment of silence, during which Ace wondered whether or not he’s taken it too far. Since he couldn’t see anything in the dark, he had no choice but to awkwardly stare into where he assumed his lover currently stood. 

“What?” The accusing tone in their voice somehow caused a spike of excitement to run down his still-hard member. “Ace, for God’s sake, are you completely out of your mind? It’s your father’s birthday!” 

“Yes, I am aware of the fact. Try telling it to my fella down here. And also, if you could kindly restrain from mentioning my father while I hold my cock-” 

“You’re such a fool,” they whispered, searching for his chest in the dark. Eventually they found it and, clutching the drapes of his suit, pulled him into a quick kiss. “Don’t mess up my hair.” 

Ace grinned, excitement flaring up his whole face as he shifted to move closer to them. Immediately, he tripped over a bag of flour on the floor and stumbled into his lover, making them yelp in surprise. 

“Sorry, baby,” he breathed, holding onto one of the shelves. “I really wanna get out of here.” 

“I wouldn’t have guessed that one.” 

He could already feel the heat radiating off of their body and the salty sweat on their neck as he sent a trail of kisses along it, just to get them into the mood. And when they eventually sank to their knees and grasped his erection, he could only pray that no one on the damn ship will hear his moans. 

“Oh~” The first indication of pleasure ringed in the small space when they took him in their mouth. His hand clenched on the shelf even more as he restrained himself from tangling his fingers in their hair, which he usually did during such situations. “Fuck, yes, baby. Keep going like this, I’m gonna cum soon.” 

The deliciously cold feeling of bliss took over his lower body, making his thighs tremble and hips snap forward without a warning, the darkness only strengthening all of the senses besides sight. 

Their tongue rolled over his shaft and he knew it was the final trigger he needed to finally climax - his eyes closing shut and mouth rolling open in a silent groan. 

“Baby!” he gasped after a short while, pushing his cock further into their mouth to ensure their swallow every last bit of his cum. “Oh, baby, you’re so good~” 

The slicky sound could be heard when they licked their lips clean and stood up, careful not to stumble in the dark. 

“Can we get back to the party now? I need a drink.” 

[make-it-mavis]

Second-Hand Smoke

Wreck-it Ralph Main Timeline Fic (~1983) 2413 words Characters: Fix-it Felix, Turbo Content warnings: Mild Innuendo

Premise: Felix gets an unexpected, unpleasant, late-night visitor, and learns something very strange and alarming about himself.

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The clock was twisting leisurely towards 4 AM when Felix heard the knock.

It was a bit past his bedtime, but there were so many jobs to attend to after work, an unusual amount within his own building (the handiwork of his cousin, he suspected). He had only stayed up to record the day's events in his journal as he habitually did, and to have a chamomile tea for winding down, as usual. The nightly rituals had to be observed or sleep would not visit.

But that knock. His mug had almost reached his lips, but it remained suspended while he regarded the door quizzically. Surely, all the Nicelanders would have been in bed by then.

Knock knock knock!

The hand behind the door hit harder, impatiently, like time was of the essence. Fearing that it may have been an emergency, Felix bound for the door without bothering to put down his mug. He nearly dropped it the second he turned the knob.

The visitor did not wait to be invited in, or even greeted. They simply rammed their way right through, leaving Felix to catch his footing behind the door.

"Land's sakes!" he exclaimed, trying to catch up with the situation. "What's this all about?!"

But when he stepped out and saw the intruder, the rudeness made more sense. Turbo, dressed in plain pants for once, and a sleazy leather jacket. Before Felix could ask him what was going on, his sudden bark cut him off.

"YOU IN HERE?!"

Shaken a bit by his aggressive tone, Felix's voice squeaked. "Wh-Who? Me?"

Turbo ignored him completely, and merely threw himself into very thoroughly scouring the apartment, growling all the while. He shoved past the door to the kitchen, and Felix followed him in, his head buzzing with confusion. Turbo was looking everywhere, even unreasonable spaces for a sprite to hide in -- the fridge, the freezer, the cabinets, even the dishwasher. And just like that, he prowled out without so much as a glance at Felix. 

Felix continued to watch him, barely managing to think over the bizarre situation. Why would Turbo be in his apartment? Although Felix did do his best to tolerate him, Turbo was Mavis' friend. Their connection had lasted over a year by that point, an impressively long time for Mavis. Felix was happy for her and all, but part of him wished she had picked someone a little less--

Wait.

Heart threatening to leap into his throat, Felix scurried closer, and squeaked, "Are you looking for Mavy?! Is-- Is she in trouble?"

"You bet your bits she is," Turbo snapped as he hopped onto the couch to peer behind it, leaving bits of dirt and grass on the cushion when he stepped down. After a quick glance under the dining room table, he stomped down the hall to the bathroom and nearly ripped the shower curtain, then made sure to check the washer and dryer. Felix tried to speak, but Turbo whipped around and shoved past him again, intruding into the bedroom.

Bounding after him, Felix insistently asked, "Wh-Wh-What's happened to her?! Turbo, talk to me!"

Checking the closet, Turbo growled, "Quit yer freakin' wailing already, will ya? The damn rainbow rat made off with my keys again."

"Your-- Your keys?"

Turbo threw all the laundry on the floor to check the hamper. Felix would have been horrified, if he had not been hit with a wash of relief. He touched his chest, sighing.

"Oh, thank Litwak," he breathed. "So she's not hurt at all?"

Turbo circled the bed and dropped to check under it. "No," he stood up and growled deeper, "but when I find her, she's roadkill."

Felix's mouth twisted a bit as he watched Turbo storm back out. "Please tell me you're exaggerating."

He heard Turbo grumble flatly, "We'll see."

Felix followed Turbo back into the living room, who seemed to have slowed his momentum a bit, enough to merely pace angrily for a moment, sighing and combing his fingers back through his thick mess of hair. Felix himself seemed to gravitate naturally in the direction of the door, hoping it would prompt his uninvited guest to leave. He rubbed the warm mug still in his hands anxiously.

Turbo’s ‘roadkill’ comment was still nagging at him in a worrying way. He did not want to believe that Mavis’ friend was actually capable of hurting her, but… that temper. He was not sure just how to word it, but he could not leave it unsaid.

“Turbo,” he tried to say firmly, but found his voice trembling, “I don’t like you even joking about hurting my cousin. Why, if I ever catch wind of you takin’ that temper of yours out on her—”

He was cut short by Turbo hanging his head back and pointing a groan at the ceiling, one that seemed to escape the confines of his very code. “For Devs’ sake — I didn’t MEAN IT, ya dimwit, okay?! I ain’t that kinda guy! Now will ya get off my dick for one second?!”

Felix had no idea what to say to that, but he supposed it was a comfort. “...Oh...kay.”

Dragging his hands down his face, Turbo heaved another heavy, wet sigh. He rubbed his cheek, and let that hand snake behind his head. His eyes closed and his brow furrowed, and he seemed to hold his breath for just a moment, before releasing it and dropping his arm to grope around inside his jacket. “That woman, I tell ya…” he grumbled. “Remind me why I let her near me.”

“Because… she’s your friend?” Felix suggested weakly.

At that, Turbo simply curled his nose with a clipped, flat snort. He pulled something out of his jacket, and Felix’s brows raised when he recognized it as a pack of cigarettes. Knocking the nasty little rolls to jut out of the package, he seized one with his teeth and pulled out a lighter. It chuffed repeatedly as Turbo casually lit up, the light glowing back on his face as his other hand guarded the flame.

It took Felix just a moment to process the sheer level of rudeness, but he quickly shook it from his head. He had put up with a lot in the last ten minutes, but this just tore it. It was time to put his foot down.

“No, no. No, that is quite enough. Turbo,” he began with as much force as he could use while remaining polite, “you know you’re welcome to visit at a decent hour, but barging in at four in the morning to ransack my apartment, badmouth my cousin, and— and now, you’re smoking? No! No, I’m afraid I have to ask you to take it outside. This is a non-smoking building. You can’t smoke that in here!”

Suddenly, for the first time that night, Turbo’s gaze locked onto Felix. A touch of regret curled in Felix’s stomach, as if he had just antagonized some wild animal, and Turbo’s warning glare sure befitted one. The demon boy took in a long drag, the glow of his eyes cutting through the hazy plume he exhaled. Before Felix knew what to do, Turbo was already advancing on him with steady, threatening steps. All he managed to do was shrink back until his back hit the wall by the kitchen door, trapped by Turbo’s presence. He was standing just a touch too close for comfort, close enough for the smell of ash to burn Felix’s nostrils — mostly from the cigarette, although his jacket had been wafting the scent of smoke all over the apartment since he arrived. Felix guessed that its leather had seen more than its fair share of cigarettes.

The tension in the silence was palpable. Felix could have stepped aside, but he felt frozen, somehow, seized by that rock-hard, commanding look. Turbo scrutinized him, reading his face. He took another drag, and exhaled the foul smoke through his nose. Frozen as he was, Felix could not keep from coughing into his glove. Turbo watched, just waiting for him to catch his breath. Once he did, his voice rumbled out lowly.

“Did I hear you tell me… what I can’t do?”

Felix stammered, “I— Well, I meant m-mostly to—”

“Do I LOOK,” he snarled to interrupt, before his voice dropped again, “like I’m in the mood… to be told what I can’t do?”

Really feeling that regret, Felix quivered and tried to save himself without caving. Eyes shifting around the apartment, he stuttered, “W-Well, n-no, it’s just that-that the smell of the smoke— Well, it clings, you know, and-and I can’t really— I can’t really fix smells, so, so the curtains, and-and the upholstery, they’d— oh, it’d be a trial to get the smell out...”

“And?”

Felix blinked. “It’s… It’d just be really inconsiderate to do that… to s-someone’s house.”

Turbo squinted. “And?”

“Uh—”

“Lemme make one thing perfectly clear, Choir Boy,” Turbo stepped in even closer, seriously intruding on Felix’s personal space, and hissing out a whisper. “I. Don’t. Care. About your upholstery.”

Felix gulped. “I— I know—”

“See, I don’t know if you got the memo,” he muttered, “but I do whatever I want. And when someone tells me I can’t, I do it even harder. So right now, I’ve got half a mind to come back here every night until I’ve smoked that entire pack, ‘til every last inch of this place reeks of my smoke, and you can’t so much as inhale without seein’ THIS,” his lips snarled a bit with the word, flashing his jagged teeth, “every wakin’ moment. You get me?”

It really was an upsetting prospect. Felix nodded, finding it hard to speak. Turbo was just around the same height as him, but somehow, he felt towering. Felix did not want to feel so intimidated by such a… well, by someone like Turbo, but right then, he… sort of did. ‘Intimidated’ may not have been the right word, not even ‘scared’. His aura was just so strong, his stare so forceful, unflinching. It seemed challenging, even, like it was daring Felix to fight back, but threatening to flatten him if he did. It was… dominant. That was the word. Dominant.

Damn if it was not about to make Felix turn up his belly and submit.

It was wrong. Somehow.

Maybe.

At that point, Turbo’s snarl began to fade, but he did not smile. “I’m not gonna do that,” he muttered, “because this place is a total drag, and I’ve got better things to do. So there’s me bein’ considerate of you. Enjoy it. It won’t come often.”

Felix did not move. He merely clutched his mug to his chest. The tea had gone cold by then, but he felt strangely warm, and… sort of light-headed. Returning Turbo’s stare, he became caught up in one little detail. There was red in his irises. He had never gotten close enough to see before.

Those eyes narrowed, and Turbo turned his head a bit to peer at Felix suspiciously. “Question,” he murmured. “I don’t waste a lot a’ my time lookin’ at you, so tell me…”

A smirk suddenly broke out over his face, and he half-purred, “Is your face always this red, or is it just me?”

“Huh?” Felix snapped out of it, with the feeling that he should have been horrified. “What? It’s not red! Is it?”

His insides twisted as he realized just how hot his ears had become, and his cheeks were practically sizzling at their peaks. Although he was gloved, he touched his face in alarm. There was no way. There was no reason! No sense at all!

He had made it to ‘horrified’.

“Well— Well—” he stammered, only feeling his face glow further, “I have been known to get a lil’ red in the face now n’ then, ‘cause that’s, well I’m just a really red fella, y’know, it’s not uncommon for us peachy-skinned folks—”

In a blink, Turbo slammed his fist against the wall above Felix’s head, and despite himself, he jolted with a squeal. That just about did it. Breathing deeply, staring at the demon’s intrusive glare, he… mostly wanted to crumple down to the floor.

A small wheeze in Turbo’s throat preceded a delighted, barking laugh that at last led him a few steps back from Felix. As Felix caught his breath, holding his forehead, Turbo granted him a few claps to accompany his nasty cackle.

“Oh, Devs above,” he shook his head, swiping a tear from his eye, “I guess one thing runs in the family, huh?”

“Wh… What?” Felix had far too much to keep up with in that moment.

Turbo leaned in a bit again, that grin as smug as ever. “Listen, lover-boy, I hate to break your heart like this, but, ah,” he pointed a thumb at himself, winking with a tongue-click, “girls only.”

Felix blinked. He sure seemed secure about it. “Oh. Well, that’s lovely,” Felix said uneasily, but pleasantly. “I support you. Thank you for— But wait, WAIT, THAT’S NOT— THAT’S NOT RELEVANT TO WHAT JUST— I WASN’T—” 

“Hey, hey, hey,” Turbo stepped in, pulling in one last drag of his cigarette that burned an impressive length, and just spoke through the smog, “No shame in wantin’ a piece a’ this. Anyone would. I ain’t about to make out with ya, sorry to say, but, y’know, if y’wanna spoon with a pillow tonight n’ pretend it’s me? You do you.”

With that, he dropped his cigarette in Felix’s tea, and pat him briskly on the very warm cheek. “‘Cuz y’ain’t gonna do me.”

And he left. Just like that, he opened the door, and he left. Felix’s brain was a map of criss-crossing roads covered in ten-car pile-ups, but Turbo’s voice echoing “Sweet dreams!” as he left down the hall spurred him into action. He thrust his head out the door and saw the dastardly racer press the elevator button.

“Turbo!” he called desperately. “It’s not what you think!”

Turbo gave him a cheery side-glance, brows high.

“IT’S NOT!”

A door creaked as Deana poked out of her nearby apartment, giving Felix a sort of annoyed, but mostly alarmed look. Chastising himself for yelling, he grinned sheepishly and waved her down. But as he saw Turbo strolling into the elevator, something very important occurred to him, and he had to get it out before the elevator doors closed.

“Wait—” he yipped, “WHAT RUNS IN THE FAMILY?!”

[thewaterisblackwithvenom]

Really though, on the topic of Kieran’s kidnapping, wtf happened? I mean, there are a few plausible scenarios. On his wiki page, there’s this;

“At some point during the night, Kieran was captured by the O'Driscolls. He was tortured until they found out the Van der Linde gang's location. After he had told them everything he was decapitated, his eyes were gouged out, and his corpse was sent back to Shady Belle on horseback.”

Which... yeah, could’ve been what happened, but also. Doesn’t make too much sense to me. “At some point during the night”... dude was drunk as hell. First of all, sober, I cannot see him leaving camp any time at night. Why would he? And even if it was because he was so drunk he wasn’t thinking straight, he wouldn’t be able to go far before passing out or just falling down and not being able to get up for awhile. What I’m saying is that there’s no way he would have, or could have been anywhere far from Shady Bell at night. If he was captured that night, the O’Driscolls knew exactly where Shady Belle was, and that the Van Der Linde gang was there.

If Kieran voluntarily left camp, logically, it would’ve been in the morning, doing a supply run or something. Again, I don’t know if there’s dialog to prove that Kieran ever actually DOES leave camp, but considering it took Mary-Beth a few days to notice or worry that he was gone, maybe it happens. She’s one of the people who genuinely cares about him, so I’d hope it was normal for him to be gone longer than a day if it took that long for her to notice/worry. To me, the most logical scenario for the when and where of his kidnapping was either on the outskirts of Shady Belle, doing chores or smoking away a hangover; or on a supply run or something similar.

“After he had told them everything, he was decapitated, his eyes were gouged out, and his corpse was sent back to Shady Bell”

Do we have any proof he did tell them anything/everything? I’m not saying “Kieran wouldn’t rat!!”; what I am saying, is that we really don’t know how well he’d hold up under torture when he’s protecting people he cares about. He was surprisingly resilient under Van Der Linde torture, though they’re definitely not that extreme. There’s evidence to say that Kieran would willingly give his life for the gang, so I don’t think threat of torture would do anything. Which brings me to my sad second point, that I’m pretty positive decapitation is what killed him, and that he lost his eyes first. I mean, yeah, they could’ve totally did that to him afterwards as a message, but they’re not known for being any form of merciful. Considering the fact that it takes a lot to get Kieran to talk to save his own life, it would’ve taken even more to get him to endanger lives that he valued more. Whether he talked or not is unknown, I think. If anyone knows any in game dialog to prove otherwise, hit me with it.  Another point, if he did talk, what did he say? If he was captured overnight, it would’ve been right by the gang, so “where is the gang?” wouldn’t be the question. If questions were being asked. 

He could’ve been captured just to prove a point. “This is what traitors get”, and “here’s your stable boy back LOL” He’s not gonna know much about their schemes, they don’t fully trust him, and that’s not what he does or aspires to do. Again, there might be dialog to prove anything for or against anything I’ve said so far, so nothing I say is definite. I’m going off all the knowledge I have whilst throwing logic at it.

So really, questions are:

When was Kieran captured? Where was he captured? Why was he captured? What did they get out of it?

If he was captured outside of camp, the gang’s location is something they could’ve gotten from him. This is kinda sketchy, because unless we really have dialog stating otherwise, it doesn’t seem logical for him to leave camp. And, just going by his mission location, it doesn’t men he was captured the night or morning after Jack’s party. It’s just the last time you see him in game. Rockstar might not have put that much thought into it. It could’ve been days after the party. We don’t know.  If he was captured on the outskirts of camp, they might have been able to get little bits of information, but seeing as how O’Driscolls never really interrupted their plans, this seems unlikely. In that case, his capture was purely about sending a message to him before they finished him, and a “f*ck you” message Dutch. Both of which were important to Colm. Kieran just disappearing would’ve made Dutch suspicious, sure. But I think Colm saw that Kieran was actually loyal to the gang, so instead of making Dutch think he just bailed, he made a point that he butchered one of the Van Der Linde boys. “That sweet kid you went soft for and adopted? Yeah f*ck him lol, your move.” If it was just about f*cking with Kieran, there’d be no reason to send his corpse back. It’s not exactly a stealth mission if you like. Send a mutilated corpse back holding it’s head. I mean I guess people might be stunned and therefore perhaps and easier target, but... people didn’t run out to see what up. Just turned their heads. So. There’s not a doubt in my mind that decapitation was the last thing to happen to him. Whether he said a word or not, the O’Driscolls are mean motherf*ckers, and would’ve had fun hearing him scream. They might not have even interrogated him. Could’ve just been revenge. So really,

When was Kieran captured?

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the night of Jack’s party?

People were awake into the early hours, but almost everyone was drunk off their *ss. Great kidnapping hours. Kieran himself would’ve only been a hassle to kidnap because he’s not a small person, and probably would’ve been unconscious anyway. No way he was anything close to sober.

The morning after?

He’d be hungover, and his guard would likely be down after a generally positive night.

Days later?

He could’ve been out. Exercising Branwen, picking up supplies.

Where was he captured?

- either on the outskirts of Shady Belle, or outside of camp running errands. If Branwen was gone before he came back, it’s likely he was outside camp, exercising her, or picking up some stuff. Or rockstar just wasn’t thinking.

Why was he captured?

- revenge. This is a definite across all scenarios. Even if he wouldn’t live very long to regret it, Colm would take great pleasure in making Kieran suffer before he was murdered by his hand. Information? Likely, but this would be secondary. Colm didn’t seem to be that into ruining Dutch. He had more than enough men to give him a serious problem if that was his top priority. More likely than not, messing with the Van Der Linde’s when they weren’t an active threat would just be a waste of time, money, ammo, horses, and men. A message? I think that’s clear. Sending Kieran’s body back was more of a hassle, and potential cover breaker. It wasn’t at all practical, so it had to be able sending a message. Otherwise it would’ve just been pointless.

What did they get out of it?

- revenge. Clearly. They had fun torturing and decapitating him. Not a doubt in my mind. Information? Maybe. Not knowing where Kieran was at the time of his capture is vital to knowing what information they could’ve gotten. 

So. 

What do I personally think happened? 

I feel it went one of two ways.

The morning after Jack’s party, Kieran was hung over, and resumed his usual routine. Camp defenses are down, as people are hung over, or just exhausted from staying up all night partying. Caring for the horses, or taking a smoking break, Kieran would’ve been on the outskirts of camp, where anyone could’ve snuck out of the trees and taken him. It wouldn’t be hard, and people don’t really pay attention to Kieran. So even if the whole gang was bright-eyed, bushy-tailed and sober, they’re not going to be watching him heavily. They know he’d be too scared to run off, because of them and because of O’Driscolls. In this scenario, there wouldn’t be too much interrogation, and it would’ve been torture for fun. 

If it was days after, he was likely taken while out with Branwen, which is why we don’t see her after. The thought I don’t like, is if he was with her, they probably slaughtered her in front of him. Everyone knows he loves horses, and that’s his horse. Not a throwaway. Not a temporary. This was one of my saddest thoughts, and I had hoped Branwen could’ve run away. maybe they just caught him like Arthur did. But... Branwen make the solo trek down from the mountains to find him. So. Doesn’t look good.  If all this was the case, they could’ve tortured him for the gang’s location. I really feel like they already knew, as really, wouldn’t be hard to find. If they found Kieran, finding the gang, with that many men on hand, would’ve been easy. The O’Driscolls were like ants. You could have scouts everywhere. Which is my only real reason to believe this scenario is less likely, that he was captured and tortured for location info.

In conclusion, for one of the most, if not the most brutal deaths in the game, we barely know any of the details. The when, the where, the why(s), and what came of it. Maybe that’s some of the cut content. I don’t know. But I do know that with much of the information we do have, things are vague as hell. Which really only intrigues my detective *ss further.

If you’ve read this, and have any further info(bonus if you have screenshots or video so I know it’s legit, and not a rumor or speculation), do let me know. I’ll totally redo this if I have enough new info, but sadly I don’t think I’m missing much. Kieran’s death was shock value, and to knock off yet another person who would’ve sided with Arthur. I don’t think rockstar really put much thought into how/why/where/when. He doesn’t matter that much.