#and i feel sooo. exhausted even though i slept well which. is why i don’t think it’s a sleep tired 🫠

[ilostyou]

feeling like there is something like. inherently wrong with me or something 🤠

[straightupsickfics]

Teacher Anon here!!💛 I got one for ya: Stede knew something was off with his husband when he not only slept through his alarm clock, but missed 20 texts from Ivan, Fang, and Izzy on why his ass was not at the tattoo shop.

ahhhhh this is sooo 🫠 🫠

this is ~1k words lol i cannot even pretend this one is a few sentences...

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Stede knew something was off with his husband when he not only slept through his alarm clock, but missed 20 texts from Ivan, Fang, and Izzy on why his ass was not at the tattoo shop.

At first, Stede just figured he was overtired. It’d been raining for days on end, Ed had been working late this week, and Stede figured he could use a bit of a break. Stede himself had hardly been in a hurry to leave the warm nest of their bed for the real world, especially in this weather.

But, by the time Stede’s showered, dressed, and made coffee for the both of them, Ed’s still sound asleep, his hair a nest of curls around his face. He’d look peaceful if he wasn’t snoring quite so loudly, and if his face wasn’t just a touch too flushed for Stede’s liking. 

It’d been dark before, but still, he kicks himself for not noticing something was off earlier. Ed had gone to bed early last night, complaining of a headache that Stede had assumed was from staring at his tablet sketching for the better part of the evening. But looking at him now, Stede thinks it’s a safe bet that there’s something more going on than exhaustion alone. 

“Ed?” Stede says, keeping his voice low. “Darling, it’s late. Slept right through your alarm,” he continues as Ed starts to stir. 

“Mmwhattime’s’it?” Ed asks, finally opening his eyes and squinting tiredly up at Stede. He tries to sit up, but immediately sags back down onto his pillows. He blinks up at Stede like he’s not quite sure what hit him, and Stede feels his heart squeeze at that look. It’s rare that Ed gets sick, and he can tell it’s caught him more off guard than usual this time. 

“After nine,” Stede says. “I think you’ve got quite the collection of angry texts there,” he says, gesturing to Ed’s phone. It’d been lighting up and vibrating on and off since he woke up. Theoretically, Stede could have intervened, texted them back, but Izzy could probably stand to sweat it out a little longer. 

“Fuck,” Ed says, and tries, more slowly, to get up again. He looks pale now that he’s sitting upright, though the apples of his cheeks are still flushed a bright pink. Ed takes a quick breath in and then shakes his head before his eyes snap shut and he shudders into a sneezing fit. 

“Hh’iItssHHH! Huh’UtSShh’uh! Hh! UtTSH!” He aims them down at the blankets, looking far too tired and wrung out to do anything but that. 

“God bless you. You woke up in quite a state, hm? Let me feel your forehead,” Stede says, already leaning over and pressing the back of his hand to Ed’s forehead, tucking stray pieces of salt and pepper hair away as he does. 

“You’re a little warm, sweetheart,” Stede tells him. “I think you’ve got a touch of a fever.” 

“S’that why I feel like shit?” Ed sighs, rubbing his face with both hands. “Feel like I got hit by a truck.” 

“There’s a bug going around, I think. Could’ve picked it up at the studio, all those people in and out all day, plus this weather…” Stede says, trailing off and leaning back onto the bed despite being fully dressed for the day. His slacks could handle a few wrinkles. 

Or, well, he could change before he left.

His focus now is Edward, and how entirely out of it his husband seems. “I don’t think you’ll be going anywhere today,” Stede says quietly. He pulls Ed towards him into a hug, promising him tea and cuddles and an early bedtime. 

Ed opens his mouth to protest, but he ends up sneezing two more times in quick succession instead, turning just in time to muffle them into the blankets. 

“Huh’TSH! ii’ITSHH! Ugh, snf! SNF! Fuck me,” he mutters. 

“Once you’re feeling up to it, of course,” Stede chirps, smiling and nudging Ed’s shoulder with his own, which earns him a smile.

“Izzy’s going to kill me. We’re fully booked all day. All weekend,” Ed corrects himself. 

Stede hums, leaning over Ed and grabbing his phone from the night stand. “Leave Iggy to me,” he says, fingers already flying over the keyboard as Ed tucks his head in against Stede’s shoulder. His breath is warm against his neck, and when he plants a kiss to Stede’s shoulder he can feel the soft, damp press of his nose against his skin. 

“He hates when you call him that,” Ed says, though Stede can hear the smile in his voice. 

“I know,” Stede says gleefully. 

“You’re a menace.”

“I’m your menace. And I’m going to make sure you’re not rushing off to work when you should be in bed. Surely even Izzy wouldn’t want you coming in and risk getting your clients sick?”

“Might get you sick, though,” Ed says. 

“Yes, well, comes with the territory,” Stede replies. “Lucky for you, I know what I signed up for, and I’m more than happy to stay here and make sure you’re feeling better soon.” 

Ed blinks at him, like he’s seeing him for the first time. “Hang on, are you wearing clothes in bed? Who are you, and what the fuck have you done with my husband?” 

Stede shakes his head, laughing. “You scared me for a minute there! Sleeping like the dead and snoring like a train was coming through. But you looked so tired I had to let you sleep…” Stede trails off, smiling at Ed and knowing all the while that he looks like a love-sick teenager even this many years into their marriage. 

“Anyway,” Stede says. “My clothes will be fine. And so will you, if I have anything to say about it. Now, what kind of tea would you like?” 

Ed just laughs and shakes his head, burrowing his face back into the crook of Stede’s neck. Perhaps the details of the plan could wait just a bit longer.

[dandelionflower]

I saw on one of your post that said to send you prompts sooo... can I request A childhood friend AU either Felix or Marinette moves away and then reuniting in college in France at age 14 in Felix's school with the Quantic Kids.

It was a pretty normal day, which probably meant something was going to happen. If it wasn’t a normal day, something was bound to happen as well; life in Paris hadn’t been normal in months. It being a normal day meant that Marinette was late. Super late. Way, way, so very late she might as well be early for the next thing kind of late. So late that- (oh, she’s beginning to catch onto why she’s so late.)

She knew even as she was shoving toothpaste into her bag for Tikki and brushing her teeth with frosting (wait, switch that) that she would be late, and her erratic movements were enough to convince her parents to write her an excuse. Not that anyone could blame her; she had to deal with three akumas in one night. Three akumas. Who could blame her, or anyone for that matter, for being late when there were three emotionally-stunted teens each wreaking havoc upon the city? It was a wonder that anyone else got to class on time, except for Alya, who Marinette was pretty sure didn’t sleep.

Marinette kissed both parents goodbye, thanking them again for the excuse note. They shoved a box of pastries into her hands, as was their habit whenever she didn’t leave school fast enough.

They had done it since her first day at her new school, when she was tiny and frightened of new people; having the same best friend since birth would do that. Her father had shoved a box of macaroons in her arms and her mother placed a bracing arm on her back. They told her what to do and she tried her hardest to follow their instructions, standing up straight at the front of the class, introducing herself, and offering cookies. Unfortunately, that was the same day Chloe Bourgeois was joining public school, and compared to cookies, her offer of money to ten year-olds wasn’t all that effective. And Chloe was excellent at holding a grudge.

Of course, she ended up with friends: Alya, Nino, Adrien, and everyone in art class, but it was hard to go about her first couple years of school without anyone in her corner. Becoming Ladybug really gave her the boost of confidence she needed to break out of her shell and make new friends, and now she had a whole class full.

She stopped in the classroom to put her stuff away, pausing for a second to breathe. How was she out of shape? She’s Ladybug, for heavens’ sakes! Those three akumas really took it out of her. Luckily enough, she had gym class up next. (Can you hear the sarcasm?)

“Girl! Where have you been?” Alya smiled up at her from where she was stretching her hamstrings.

“Sorry Alya, slept in too much.” She fell into place beside her, choosing one of the more advanced stretches to accomplish instead. “Three akumas yesterday; couldn’t get much sleep.”

“You need to get over yourself, Mari. Ladybug and Chat Noir always win against the akumas, this fear of yours is ridiculous.” Alya glanced at her with an incredulous look, but when she saw her intense yoga pose, the look shifted and she yelled over her shoulder. “Adrien! Get over here! Marinette’s doing her physics-defying stuff again!”

Adrien joined them, laughing at Alya’s exaggerated despair. “It’s really not that hard. You just have to-” He fell into the position easily and began matching her movements. “There.”

“How on EARTH?” Alya shrieked and threw herself to the right, toppling into Nino, who was in a shaky warrior two. They ended up in a heap on the floor, Alya staring in horror at the two still upright and Nino staring bewildered at his girlfriend. “How are you two doing that?”

“Well, I don’t know about Marinette,” Adrien moved into an upward dog, “but father insisted that I be physically active in some way and my mother used to do yoga. So I picked it up.”

Nino leaned close to Alya’s ear. “I’m not sure whether to add this to the ‘reasons Gabriel sucks’ list or be happy he has this thing with his mom.”

“Both I guess?”

“What about you Marinette?” He moved into a handstand-like position. “Why do you know all this stuff?”

My superhero moonlighting requires me to be as stretchy as a rubber band, so my partner, who is also a furry, taught me yoga. “My first best friend and I learned tai chi, and this just felt like the next step.” Not a lie, just not why she chose yoga.

“Okay, you’re fine.” Alya pointed a finger between them both. “But next time you do something weird, I’m starting a cryptid blog about you.”

“You don’t have the guts.” Marinette leaned in and Adrien flipped down to join her. It felt familiar, like deja vu; not her crush, she killed that with fire once he started dating Kagami.

“Heey!” Nino opened his arms in front of them. “Let’s change the subject, what about that new student?”

“There’s a new student?” Marinette turned to the rest of the class, who were all stretching dutifully. No new faces whatsoever. “Where are they?”

“Not here, he went to the office over a scheduling conflict. Seems like a jerk.” Alya pulled an arm behind her head, glaring with derision in the direction of the office.

“Alya, don’t.” Adrien nudged her with a foot. “First impressions don’t mean anything, right Marinette?” He shot her a playful glance.

“Don’t remind me.”

“That one was a misunderstanding. Mister Ice Cold over there doesn’t even say a word, just nods and walks into the back of the class. At least Adrien did something and he asked for forgiveness afterwards. Frosty doesn’t even look at us.” With that final comment, Alya joined the rest of the class in dodgeball.

“Is she alright?” Adrien side-eyed her.

“Yeah, she just really hates people acting superior to her. Let’s go.” Marinette shrugged it off and joined her in picking teams.

Dodgeball was a mess; it always was. The entirety of the class had been akumatized at one point, and some of the strategic prowess remained. Marinette’s team always won, which everyone attributed to her agility, but it was really that Ladybug had more practice in strategy. The only way the teams could be considered even was if Adrien was against her.

She still won; she always won. When it was all over, each team, sweating and exhausted, gravitated to the center line to shake hands and congratulate one another on a game well played. Adrien met her in the middle with a weary smirk. His hair was disheveled, but there was a spark in his eyes that made him seem more familiar than he already was.

“I almost got you that time.” He gripped her hand tight.

“All that training with Kagami is really upping your game.” She quipped, shaking his hand. “Better luck next time.”

With that promise of another match, everyone vacated the gym to the locker rooms, where Alya continued to warn Marinette against the new student.

“Even Chloe doesn’t like him and he seems like the kind of rich boy that would be right up her alley.”

“Alya, I get it. You aren’t the new guy’s biggest fan.”

“And the feeling’s mutual too.” She griped.

“So just don’t talk to him; it works with Chloe. Why not this guy too?” She wrapped an arm around her shoulder and led her to their desk.

“Fine, but I don’t have to like it.”

“You don’t have to like him either.” She pulled out her notebook and began writing down the date.

Before Alya could make another passive aggressive comment about the mystery new boy, Miss Bustier walked in, the usual skip in her step. “Class, I know I already introduced you to our new student but since some of us weren’t here for the first period,” Marinette ducked her head with a sheepish smile, “I’ve decided there’s nothing better than a redo. So, here’s Mister Culpa, introducing himself again.”

Culpa?

A boy with pale blond hair and paler skin strode into the room. He wore what could only be called business-casual, all monochrome. His eyes were a one-in-a-million breathtaking ice blue.

Culpa?

“Hello.” His eyes scanned the room emotionlessly. “As I previously said, my name is Felix Culpa and I am from-” He stopped when he reached her. “Nette?”

“Felix.” She breathed, barely even daring to say it louder, lest he disappear.

He was a blur, climbing the steps and reaching her in the time it took her to stand. There were no words when they hugged, other than the other’s name. She was on the tips of her toes, pressing her forehead to his collarbone. Felix got tall.

“I missed you.” He whispered, squeezing just a little tighter.

“I missed you too.” She laughed, pulling back to see his face. He was crying. She was crying.

“What in Ladybug’s name is happening?” Alya’s shout broke them from whatever pocket dimension they were inhabiting together. “You two know each other?”

“Alya, this is Felix.” She turned to look at her, hand still on Felix’s shoulder. “He was my best friend from birth to ten.”

“Was?” He bumped her hip with his. “Didn’t know I’ve been replaced, Netta.”

“I couldn’t contact you after I moved! I was ten and your mom never told us what her new number was.” She punched his elbow. “What are you doing here?”

“My family moved. I didn’t know you were in this area too; imagine my surprise when I see what the current events in Paris are and find out that there are superheroes and my best friend is now a borderline celebrity.” He chuckled, running a hand through his hair.

“We have to catch up some time.” She grabbed his arm.

“Certainly, maybe not here and now, though.” He gestures to the class around them, avidly watching the exchange.

“Right.” She released his arm and rubbed the back of her head awkwardly. “Coffee and macarons later then? My place?”

“I would like nothing more.” He quirked a smile that would seem tiny to anyone else, but to Marinette was as bright as the sun. “Until then.” Felix squeezed her hand and moved to the back of the class with a little wave.

She returned it, a goofy smile definitely on her face as she sat back down.

“Well,” Miss Bustier coughed, “since Felix has been so thoroughly introduced to everyone else, I suppose I should start the lesson.” And she dove into a spiel about the first World War.

“Dang, girl. Is it just me, or do you have a date after class?” Alya whispered to her from behind her textbook.

“It’s not a date! We’re just catching up.”

“Sure.”

She spared a quick glance at Felix, who was nose-deep in his book, just like when they were kids. He had such sharp features, and upon reconsideration, his eyes looked even more beautiful than she remembered. Felix grew up just fine without her. Really fine, in fact.

It took Marinette a couple seconds to realize she was staring, and when she did, her head turned back to the front of the room so fast she swore she heard a snap.

This was... going to be complicated.

[faerykingdom]

GROCERY STORE ━ W. MAXIMOFF

WORD COUNT → 1770 words

SYNOPSIS →in which you run into wanda maximoff at the grocery store

WARNINGS → angst, fluff, asshole of boyfriend, curse words, um, major mother hate, i think that’s it.....

AUTHORS NOTE → this is a bit short, and ends horribly. But I felt like a cliffhanger, sooo 

The first time you met Wanda Maximoff you were barely staying awake in the baby aisle at the grocery store. You hadn’t slept in days, only surviving on the no-caffeine coffee. Why is that even a thing? It was a scam, and you hated it. But you had a four month old baby boy who seemed to be constantly hungry, which meant no caffeine. Yay!

Anyway, you had been dragging your feet down the aisle, every once in a while having to snap your eyes open. All you had wanted to do was go back home and sleep for the rest of the weekend while your mom had William. 

You had been looking for the cheapest thing of diapers, (why are they so expensive?). You couldn’t really remember how you bumped into her, only the aftermath. One minute you had been grumbling under your breath about diaper expenses, next a auburn haired woman was holding the package of diapers in her hands, and staring at you with a gentle smile. 

Because of the exhaustion you couldn’t quite take in her beauty, too confused on how you got to this position. “Here you go,” she said softly. “You dropped this.”

“Oh,” you muttered. Were you even holding a package? “Thanks.”

You slowly grab it from her hands, twisting it around to see if it was actually the one that you were going to buy. It was. You didn’t notice the woman staring at you as if she already knew you. Hell, she might. It’s not like you’ve been observant enough to know the people you’ve run into, or somehow bothered on your rare visits into stores. 

“Are you alright,” she asked, tilting her head slightly, trying to meet your y/e/c eyes. “You look a bit tired.”

“Yeah,” you chuckled quietly. “Con of being a single mom, that’s for sure.” You looked down at your cart, away from the woman who was still staring at you with a small smile. You couldn’t help the butterflies that swarmed your stomach, nor the urge to tuck away y/h/c hair behind your ear. The exhaustion must be getting to you, never had you thought that you would get this flustered over one person. Not even Christopher -- the asshole that left you after you had gotten pregnant -- had made you feel like this. Even though you wanted nothing more than to ask her out on a date, you knew that one; you weren’t ready for a relationship and two; you didn’t stand a chance with a goddess like her. If you stayed there any longer, you would do something stupid. You need to get out of here. “Um,” you muttered, “I really need to go.”

“Oh,” the woman said, who you still didn’t know the name of. “Well, don’t let me stop you!”

When you looked back up at her, you could see that her smile was a bit saddened, as if she didn’t want you to go. Slowly, you moved past her and towards the check out, scolding yourself as you went. You didn’t notice as Wanda Maximoff stared after you with that smile still on her face. 

You have officially decided; shopping with a baby sucks.

In one arm you held a crying William close to your chest, in your other you were juggling your purse, wallet, and trying to get the money for the cashier, who was staring at you with disgust. Behind you was a line full of disgruntled people. Some of them even go as far as yelling out, “Hurry up!” 

After you had picked up William from your mother a couple months ago, she hadn’t been able to take him. Something about meetings, you weren’t exactly paying attention. Only really focusing on the fact that no one was willing to help. Your mother who was too absorbed with herself to worry about her only daughter. You had no friends, each of them believing Christopher when he decided to spew all of his lies. You had no one.

You were alone. Again.

All you had was your baby, the only thing keeping you sane at the moment. But even you needed some time to not have to worry about making sure he ate enough, wasn’t sick, making sure he slept, all of it. Sometimes you just wanted to be able to get out of a slowly suffocating house. 

Looking up at the young cashier, smiling nervously. Just from one look, you could tell that she wanted nothing more than to kick you out of her line. She was staring at you with so much distaste that you almost wanted to just say ‘fuck it’ and walk out, leaving the groceries. But you needed them. You hardly had any food at the house, you were running out baby wipes, and your breasts desperately needed a break from William’s mouth. He wasn’t exactly gentle when he was hungry. 

“Oh my god,” a woman behind you said, “can she be any slower?” She was about forty and looked like she had about five different lift ups, Botox, or anything to help her look younger. You weren’t one to judge when people did it, but when they felt the need to treat you as if you were lower than them, or just a down right jerk, you didn’t exactly care about their feelings. 

Overwhelmed tears start to bubble up behind your eyes, why does everyone feel the need to be cruel to others? Why?

“Maybe if you helped she would be done,” a voice said from right behind you. The thick accent telling you exactly who it was. “Here let me help.” You felt soft hands grab onto your shaking ones -- when did they start shaking? -- and take your wallet into their own. Normally, you would be worried about being robbed, but you couldn’t find it in you to care at the moment. Instead, you wrapped your second arm around your baby, and tried to sooth him. 

“There,” the sweet voice of the woman -- you really need to learn her name -- said, while handing the cashier -- who was now staring at the woman behind you in shock -- a wad of cash, “is that enough?”

You looked up to see the woman who you had met just a few weeks ago, staring pointedly at the cashier. You looked back at the woman who had spoken before, only to see her staring at you savior in awe. Her brown eyes were widened, and her grip on her basket loose. It looked like it was about to fall out of her hands and onto the floor. Only then did you notice that most of the people that had been slowly building up behind you had all gone to a different lane, and most of them were already gone. 

You looked back up at the goddess who you hadn’t seen in a few weeks staring down at you with a smile, “Hi again,” she smiled. 

“Hi,” you muttered, losing your breath slightly, the butterflies that you hadn’t felt in weeks seemingly showing up out of nowhere. You grabbed onto your plastic bags that held everything you bought, and put them into your cart. You grabbed your wallet from the hand that she held out, subconsciously thumbing over the leftover money, making sure that she didn’t take anything. William was still whimpering in your arms, but wasn’t full on sobbing anymore. Thank god for that. “Um, thank you?” it came out more like a question than a statement, like you meant for it to be. 

“It’s no problem,” she said, still smiling. 

"I uh, don't really . . .," you trailed off, your voice going just above a whisper. You cleared your throat and shook your head slightly, no need to make yourself look more like an idiot.Especially, not in front of the woman who just practically saved you. "Seriously," you started, exhaling a deep breath, " I really appreciate it."

The woman smiled, "It is no big deal," her accent was heavy, drawing you in with each word she uttered. "You seemed to need some help."

"Well," you chuckled, a small smile on your face, -- you desperately ignored the pounding of your heart, the fluttering butterflies in your stomach as you spoke to her, "thank you, again. I probably would have ended up dropping everything if you hadn't." 

William was fidgeting in your arms, tiny whines and whimpers leaving his mouth. You bounced him and down, separating your focus from the bags that you were still stacking in your cart, the woman, and your baby. You distinctly heard her start grabbing bags as well. You didn't look back as you tried to push all of your bags into your cart and get out of there. Of course, it's a bit hard with a squirming baby in your arms. 

Once all the bags were in the blue cart, you gently and slowly set William down into the spot for children, thanking whatever god there was that he finally calmed down. You pushed up your brown purse up your jacket clad shoulder, your hand gripping onto the strap, anxiously. Your y/e/c eyes looked at the green eyed woman in front of you, a barely there smile on your face. "Thank you again," you said, slowly moving your cart out of the way of the aisle. "I really appreciated the help."

“As I said before, it was no problem.” 

You slowly made your way out of the grocery store, your head still fumbling with thoughts of she’s gorgeous and why is she helping me? You couldn’t help the bubble of anxiety in the pit of your stomach. After all the people you thought were your friends hurt you the way that they did, you couldn’t be blamed for it. You were allowed to be a bit suspicious when people just wanted to willingly help you. Not even your mother wanted to help you. 

You could feel the woman walk behind you, but you still couldn’t pluck up the courage to look back at her. Once you got to your black car, you stopped at the trunk. You looked back at the woman, a bashful smile on your face. You turned to face her completely, your back pressed against the front of the cart. 

“You’ve helped me twice, and I don’t think I introduced myself,” you say. You stuck out your hand, your sweatshirt slightly covering your hand, “I’m Y/N Y/L/N.”

The woman gently grasped your hand, gently warmth streaming from her hand and onto your freezing one. Her face was stretched with a gentle smile, “Wanda.”

[harrytpotter]

A Dangerous Bet — Chapter One.

Plot: A big change can make a person do crazy things. Take on dangerous bets. And that’s exactly what Y/N and Sirius Black did. Can a random and thoughtless occasion completely change two people’s lives?

Pairing: Sirius Black x Fem!Reader.

Warnings: Sexual content.

A/N: And here is my newest series, this time starring Hogwart’s ultimate heartbreaker Sirius Black! My original plan was to make the Reader house-neutral but for the sake of the story, I decided it would be better if she too belonged to Gryffindor. Hope you guys like it! :) ps: it’s unrevised because I’m lazy sooo I’m sorry for the probable grammar mistakes.

It’s always an unsettling feeling to go through a massive change. When something you thought would last forever just ends suddenly. When you realize it was all just a big lie. You feel like a complete fraud. Frustrated. Cheated on by the universe. And that was exactly how you were feeling. Like a big fat deception.

“How are you feeling?” Sirius’ voice popped into your ear, his mouth clung to it so you could hear him through the loud music that echoed in the common room. You realized you had been staring at the void, lost in your thoughts.

“Honestly? I don’t know. But if I had to choose a word to define it, I’d go with relief,” you screamed into his ear, a dose of firewhisky in your hand.

“That’s actually the last one that I’d ever think of,” he laughs. “Why is that?”

You started answering him, but Sirius shook his head and pointed negatively to his ear, letting you know that he couldn’t hear a thing. Pulling you by the hand, Sirius led you out of the party that was happening at full-force inside the Gryffindor tower. Once the two of you reached the hallway, he leaned against the wall and waited for you to answer his previous question.

“I don’t know, I just... think we’ve been together for this long because we were used to each other, it was...”

“Commonplace?” He completed the sentence for you. “I always thought you deserved better anyway.”

“Says the guy who’s with a different girl every week,” you joked, rolling your eyes at him.

“Ouch!” He laughed and scrunched in mock offense. “I know I’m one to talk, but you’re one of my best friends, L/N. I know you. He was just...”

“Too plain for me,” you roll your eyes at him, laughing. “I know, you’ve been saying that to me ever since he and I went on our first date.”

“Excuse me! Because he was!” He laughed even harder than before.

“I’ll never give you the satisfaction to say you’re right if that’s what you’re expecting, Black!” You retorted, lifting a brow at him.

“You don’t need to say it, love, knowing you know that is enough for me,” he winked at you.

“Come on, let’s head back,” you smirked with a roll of your eyes, pulling him by his hand back to the party.

Sirius never left your side at the party, making sure you were having the best time. You were both completely drunk and lost inside your own little word, which made the fact that your ex-boyfriend Bentley Styles was snogging Clark Summers go unnoticed by the two of you.

“SIRIUS!” You shouted suddenly amidst the loud music, feeling the alcohol cursing through your veins.

“YES?” He shouted back, smiling as he put away a strand of your hair that was stuck into your sticky forehead.

“I WANNA DO SOMETHING CRAZY! SOMETHING STUPID!”

“LIKE WHAT?”

“I DON’T KNOW! YOU ARE THE MASTER OF MISCHIEF HERE, BLACK. SURPRISE ME!”

Sirius smiled wide at you for a second before taking his right hand to the back of your head and pull you into his direction, a mischievous spark flickering in his eyes. He brushed his lips against yours teasingly, a grin playing on his features, before nibbling your lower lip. He then stared into your eyes with a burning intensity.

“Is that the best you got Black?” You asked teasingly and you could see his eyes darkening a little.

“Y/N L/N...” he adverted you.

“Sirius Black...” you retorted in a challenging tone, enough to drive him over the edge.

Next thing you knew, your tongues meet and briefly tussle with each other, quickly escalating into an epic battle for dominance. Your lips remained locked as your tongues danced tirelessly, until you finally gave in and let him had it. And he did. It was a kiss like no other, something you’ve never experienced before. It was like both of you were kissing with all of your senses, electricity flowing through every inch of the two of you. You tangled your fingers in his hair whilst he grabbed your waist with a tightened grip, both feeling the need of something to hold on to, both wanting more of each other even though you couldn’t get much physically closer than that. After what felt like hours you eventually pulled away, both out of breath and holding a look of pure longing. You couldn’t hear the music or any other noise for that matter. It was like the outside world had just disappeared and the two of you were the only ones in the room.

“Well, guess I can say I understand the appeal now,” you smirked weakly at him, the longing crystal clear in your face. “Unfortunately, this was not stupid or crazy enough for me.”

Sirius took one of his hands to your cheek, his mind clouded and fuzzy from what just happened and his heart aching with a burning longing. “Y/N, we’re drunk...” he said in a husky low voice, sending shivers down your spine.

“I know. But I’d still be doing this even if I was sober. Wouldn’t you?” You asked with a whisper.

Sirius stared at your lips and started brushing his thumb across them. You closed your eyes, enjoying the sensation. “Yes. I would,” he finally said.

“Good. Come with me,” you said, taking his hand in yours and leading him out of the tower.

As the two of you exited the portrait hole into the seventh floor, you dragged Sirius to the left corridor. Walking past through it three times with a very specific scene in mind, a door suddenly materialized itself on the wall, right in front of a tapestry depicting the attempt of Barnabas the Barmy to teach trolls ballet. Sirius smirked at you as you pushed the door open and pulled him inside, a mattress laid on the floor in the middle of the room. Pillows and cushions were scattered all around it on top of white pieces of fabric that covered the floor. Some pieces of fabric also hung from the ceiling. The walls were enlightened like a projection screen, showing landscapes like an old movie. Closing the door behind him, Sirius decided he couldn’t take it anymore and advanced towards you, grabbing and kissing you hungrily. You quickly entangled your fingers in his hair for the second time in the night as you felt his mouth sliding through your jaw on its way to your ear. Sirius nibbled your earlobe before trailing kisses and nibbles down your neck. You tilted your head a little, pressing him against your body.

“I want you so bad, Sirius,” you mumbled. You could feel his skin crawl at your words.

“Not more than I want you,” he whispered into your ear before kissing you one more time.

Sirius led you in the direction of the mattress and as soon as you approached it, you undressed each other hurriedly, barely containing the desire that was spreading through you like wildfire. Getting on the mattress, your bodies began to swing together in a rhythmic pace, hands sliding through each other’s bodies as sounds of pleasure started to fill the room. Both you and Sirius felt ecstatic, completely wrapped in this sensual, spicy, magical moment where your bodies fitted perfectly together, as if one was the exact match of the other. It was fast, rough and hungry, yet gentle. You went on this high for as long as you could draw the moment, falling exhausted next to each other after you both cried out each other’s names as you came almost together. Sirius slid his arm underneath you and wrapped it on your shoulders, pulling you close to him. You rested your head on his chest, staring thoughtfully at the ceiling.

“What’s going on in that mind of yours? Regretting your crazy, stupid decision already?” He asked with a laugh whilst drawing circles on your belly with his index finger.

“Although it was most definitely the stupidest and most reckless decision I’ve ever made, I don’t regret any bit of it,” you laughed, turning your head so you could look at him.

Sirius smiled and shifted his position so he was facing you. He took his free hand to your chin and gently pulled your head to him so he could kiss you. “So what are you thinking about?” He pressed his forehead against yours and brushed his nose on your own.

“That you’re surprisingly sweet after sex!” You exclaimed with a mockingly frown, earning a hearty laugh from him. “I was thinking that one time wasn’t enough, actually...” you added with a lustful look. Sirius got the message and smirked playfully at you before starting it all over again.

——————————————————————

“Morning, beautiful,” Sirius said as you opened your eyes, giving several pecks on your lips, causing you both to smile amidst them.

“You know, you never stroke me as the kind of guy who slept in and awaked the girl with sweet kisses in the morning,” you teased.

“That’s because I’m not, but since you’re my best friend I figured you deserved a little effort,” he shrugged playfully.

You opened your mouth in defeat at his remark before bursting into a laughter and threw a pillow to his face, getting up and starting to dress yourself.

“So, what are we doing now?” He asked, getting up.

“You i don’t know, I, however, am going to take a nice and long bath.”

“Want some company?” He winged his eyebrows at you, grabbing you by the waist.

You rolled your eyes with a smirk, playfully pushing him away. “Will you put some clothes on for Merlin’s sake?”

“Why? It’s not like you haven’t seen it before,” he winked at you.

“Aren’t you so full of yourself, Black?!” You rolled your eyes at him once again.

He laughed whilst throwing his underwear and pants on. He suddenly stopped with his shirt in hands, studying it with a fabricated interest. “I think we should talk,” he said, looking into your eyes. As you stared at him with a brow lifted, he added, “about what happened between us.”

“Sirius...” you sighed. “We’re cool. I know you don’t do feelings, besides I just got out myself of a long-term relationship, it’s not like I’m looking for anything serious right now.”

“And here was I thinking you were looking for all things Sirius right now,” he joked, his and your laughter echoing in the room.

“You really are something else, aren’t you?” You smiled at him. Sirius smiled back at you and the two of you stared at each other for a while.

“So, setting the record straight here, this,” he pointed back and forth at you and him, “was a one-time thing right?”

“Well... yeah,” you shrugged.

“Works for me, L/N,” he smirked at you.

“Goodbye, Black,” you smiled at him, taking a while longer before heading off.

——————————————————————

As the hot water streamed down your body, you closed your eyes, reliving all of the memories from the previous night. A smirked appeared on your face as you reminded of Sirius’ hands trailing your body. It was hands down the best night you’ve ever spent with a guy and you knew it had set the stakes high. But it would never happen again, it couldn’t. Sirius was your best friend and you knew him way too well to know that he’d move on to his next prey and never look back. Even with feelings off the table, he was not the kind of guy that engaged on something casual. He was a one-night stand kind of guy. Which was too bad because you could use the distraction yourself. Getting off the bath, you threw your uniform on and got ready for the day with an unusual disposition.

Glancing at your watch, you stormed off your dorm and the Gryffindor tower, fastening your pace in order to be able to have breakfast before your classes.

As you entered the Great Hall, you spotted all of your friends already sat on the table, including Sirius. Suppressing a smile, you went to take your seat between Lily and Alice.

“Finally! Where the hell were you?” Marlene asked as soon as you entered her field of vision.

“Yes, L/N! Where were you? It’s not like you to be late for breakfast,” Sirius shot a mischievous glance at you. You could sense his smirk from behind his mug.

Before you could say anything, James jumped in and said with a brow lifted: “you’re awfully cheerful for a Monday morning, Pad, which is not like you at all.”

“I had a good night of sleep, Prongs. That’s all,” he shrugged to his friend and sent a discreet wink on your way, cautiously so none of your friends could see it.

“You’re lucky, I barely got any sleep and my head hurts like hell,” Alice said, massaging her temples with her fingers. “Please never let me drink firewhisky again.”

“You always say that and end up drinking it anyway,” Peter noted, nodding vaguely.

“Wormy is right, Alice. Besides, it’s not like any of us could’ve helped you out, the whole night is pretty much just a blur to all of us,” James said proudly at the outcome of the party he had planned.

You smiled at your friends, gratitude filling you as you stared at each one of these weirdos. They were your family away from home. Amidst the vibrant discussion about the previous night, Remus reached for your hand, giving it a light squeeze.

“Are you okay? I mean, with all that kissing and everything,” he asked, looking sympathetically into your eyes, searching for any traces of hurt. He had seen Bentley and Clark kissing at the party and assumed you had as well.

You chocked on your cuppa as you tried to look innocent and avoided Sirius’ eyes at all costs. “Kissing? What kissing?” You managed to say after pulling yourself together.

Your little group of friends fell dead silent, eyes wandering from you to Remus.

“Oh,” he opened his mouth in realization. “You haven’t seen it, have you?”

“Seen what exactly, Rem?” You asked, genuinely confused.

“Bentley and Clark. They looked... pretty cozy at the party,” he shrugged as if he was apologizing.

You just shrugged, unsure of what to say. You could feel Sirius’ intense stare burning holes into your skin, but you didn’t dare to look at him.

“Well, we should probably get going if we want to make it on time, Minnie doesn’t look to be in a good mood today,” James said, breaking the awkward silence.

Slowly, you and your friends got up and headed out of the Great Hall. Sirius, James and Remus walked together, joking and laughing. Alice and Marlene were on their trail, engaged in a conversation with Peter. You and Lily walked a little slower, detached from the big group. The redhead was unusually quiet.

“I know why you choked on your tea earlier,” she said, bluntly and suddenly.

“Excuse me?” You tried to play dumb.

“I saw it. You and Sirius kissing at the party,” she said, stopping in front of you with a concerned look on her face.

You bit your lower lip, once again unsure of what to say. After a while, you shrug.

“Y/N... Do I need to remind you that you used to have a crush on him before you started dating Ben?” She asked, a mother-look taking over her features.

“Lils, it was a very long time ago! We were kids back then! Besides, it’s not like I’m expecting something from him or anything. It was simply a one-night stand,” you said, crossing your arms on your chest defensively.

“For your sake, I really hope it was. It’s a dangerous bet for you to take. Don’t get me wrong, he is one my closest friends, but he is...” she started, pausing suddenly.

“Sirius...” you finished her sentence with a heavy sigh. “Don’t worry, Evans, he might be my best friend but I’m not stupid to ever think he’ll commit to anyone. I was just having fun,” you reassured her, linking your arm in hers and leading her to class.

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A[h]arrowing evening - chapter 2

I kind of promised another chapter if I reached 100 hits on AO3. I am a little behind schedule, but a promise is a promise.

So, here is the chapter 2.

Fandom : Dracula TV 2020

Relationship : Agatha x Dracula

Rating : this one tends to M but not quite

I still have not counted the words.

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As Dracula was settling comfortably for the night, a knock resounded on his door. Curious, he went to open and was startled to find a swaying Agatha in front of him.

- Agatha! To what do I owe the pleasure? Or is it displeasure tonight?

The young vampire waved her hand and slurred :

- I came to aplo... to aloo... ap.., to say I'm sorry.

The older vampire frowned :

- Are you all right?!

- Nether bedder!" She was leaning dangerously sideways until she was supported by the doorframe.

- Did you take something?" Dracula asked, incredulous.

- Noooo!... " But after a short pause, she admitted : "I just drank a drunk!" And she sniggered. Agatha never sniggered.

- Oh my! Are you drunk?!

- Mabee a little bit. But he tasted sooo good!" Agatha mumbled, ecstatic.

- What did I tell you about drinking drunk people?!

- Pff!" The younger vampire scoffed. "I drrink whoeve' I want, Mr 'now-it-all.

Now she was listing dangerously towards Dracula who held her upright by the shoulders.

- Do you understand how much alcohol is needed to affect us?! How much blood did he have left in his alcohol stream?!" He asked drily.

The former nun, leaning on his chest now, snorted.

- Did you just make a joke?

- Perhaps.

- You shooould not do that.

- Why not?

- Because... it makesss you likeable. And I am not sh-supposed to like you. I am sh-supposed to.. to kill you! See? I still have my little arrow with me, just in case.

Agatha brandished in all directions the wooden weapon she got used to carry since Dracula turned her. Weary, the older vampire got hold of it before his younger kin could do some damage to either of them.

- Yes, I can see that. I'll keep it for now, if you don't mind.

Agatha made a gesture, that could either mean she didn't mind or its exact opposite. When she didn't try to take back her weapon, the Count concluded it was the former and returned to their previous conversation :

- Did you just said you liked me?

- Ov course not! Why would I do that?! You mush... must get deaf in your old age.

- I assure you my hearing is quite good. You just said you liked me." He persisted.

- Nooooooooo. No, no, nononono. No..." Another short silence, before :" Maybe. A little. But I am rrrreally d-drunk at the moment, so you'll have to ashk... aks... hashk me again tomorrow. When I sh-slept it off.

- When you slept it off, you are going to wish me to the devil. So...

- Zat's not... jat's... that... Yeah!... Maybe we should sleep it ohf togejer, zen.

- I beg your pardon?!

- Zat way, no dish... no dims... no w... no sc-scoffing at.

- I won't sleep with you when you are drunk, Agatha.

- Why not?! I am vewy ri... very vi... willing at the moment. When will you 'ave anozer chance, do you think?

- God, give me strength!

- Did you..." Agatha sniggered for the second time in the evening. " Did you just take God's name in vain?!" before she dissolved in laughter, at the utter dismay of her older kin, while actually slouching against him.

- That's exactly why." The only thing keeping her up was his arm around her waist. When she finally calmed down, he tried to lead her towards the bedchamber :

- Come now. I am putting you to bed.

But Agatha resisted his pull. Even drunk, she was still a vampire.

- Only if you're coming with me into it.

Dracula towered above her.

- Agatha, don't push me. You know I want you. But not like that.

Far from being cowed, the younger vampire slid along his chest until she was an air breath from his mouth before flashing him a brilliant smile :

- Draaackeyyyy... me loveyyyy. Don't be so meaneyyyyy.

The older vampire snapped :

- That's it. That's enough! I am putting you to bed now.

Lifting her like she was a bag of feather, he threw her on his shoulder. Sober Agatha would have been scandalised. Drunk Agatha, however, sniggered for the third time and purred :

- Ooooh! Me very own cave man!... Cave vampire!" Then, even upside down, she set about removing his shirt from his trousers. Dracula couldn't believe what was happening : a few weeks ago, she almost killed him and now, it appeared that she was intent on undressing him.

- Agatha, stop that!" He admonished her, to no avail.

The younger vampire, apparently, was determined to see him naked before they could reach the bedroom. She was really trying his self-control.

- Agatha, if you don't stop, I am going to do something I have wanted to for a long time and you will be left with only regret and self-loathing in the morning. Is it really what you want?

At last, this made her stop. Dracula couldn't help but release a relieved sigh.

Once they reached the bedroom, Dracula slid her down to the bed. He put a knee on the floor to remove her shoes. Agatha, surprisingly silent, was watching him. When he straightened up to help her lie down, she unexpectedly put her hand under his shirt flat against his abdomen. Dracula fought to keep what was left of his restraint.

-Show me your scar.

- It's gone. You know we don't scar." The older vampire answered while removing gently her hand from his skin. She was warm from the blood, which wasn't helping with his growing lust. Luckily, she didn't resist. But she looked disappointed :

- I wanted to kiss it better, as you asked me. As an apology.

- You did, don't you remember?

- Hum! Yes. But I wanted to do it more... Can I kiss you better somewhere else, then?

- Agatha..." But before truly realising it, he was leaning forward. His restraint was flying through the window.

The kiss started sweetly, a mere brush of the lips, but drunk Agatha was demanding and Dracula, unable to resist, gave her what she asked. Soon they were tangled with each other, the older vampire not sure anymore how many limbs his younger kin had, as she seemed to touch him everywhere at the same time. He finally stopped her hands from their roaming and threaded their fingers, while exploring her mouth with avidity. In all their 123 years of fighting, she had never let down her guard and never allowed him this close. Until tonight. She was exquisite, as always. Warm and soft and... softer?

Dracula raised his head to note, with a mix of dismay and amusement, that his nemesis had fallen asleep in his bed. Well, at least, she finally was where he wanted her. The vampire shook his head and laughed softly at the irony. As it was, she wouldn't be able to stake him come morning. Small mercies.

*************

A few hours later, Agatha emerged slowly from her slumber. For a few instants, she couldn't remember but when memories flooded back, she put a pillow on her face and groaned. How could she do that?

- Oh! I see you are awake. Hum! And not suffering ill effects from your over-indulgence.

- Sweet Jesus! It really did happen, then?! I still hoped it was a nightmare.

- I am afraid not, Angel.

- I can't believe I did that. This is so embarrassing!

- Well, it could have been worse. I could have given in.

At those words, Agatha removed the pillow from her face - She couldn't smother herself anyway - and looked at her supposedly oldest enemy. He was watching her with a mix of fondness, resignation and longing. Or so it seemed to her guilty mind.

- I am so sorry, Vlad. I... Well, thank you for resisting. At least one of us didn't embarrass themselves last night.

- My pleasure, Angel. And don't thank me, I wasn't able to totally resist, if you remember well. If you hadn't fallen asleep, honestly..." He trailed before falling silent.

Agatha dropped her gaze on the sheets, a new wave of mortification washing over her.

- Yes, well, I provoked you. So, for once, I don't blame you. You actually showed remarkable restraint.

-  Did I hear you well? Did you just pay me a compliment?! You may suffer ill effects after all." Dracula teased her.

- Nevermind." Agatha mumbled, going out of bed. Dracula presented a helping hand, which, after only a slight hesitation, she took. Once upright, though, she had to grip it more tightly as she swayed on her feet.

- Hum. Not totally unscathed, then." The older vampire remarked, without mirth.

- I'm fine." She defended herself."I just feel a little numb.

- Yes, of course. My mistake." He answered, with a knowing smile this time.

- Oh do shut up, Dracula!" The younger vampire growled, as she tried to remove her hand from his. But Dracula didn't let her.

- Maybe you should stay the day. Sleep it off.

- Dracula...

- I promise you : no mischief, no ulterior motive. If I may say so, you don't look so good. You could rest here, I won't bother you.

- I don't think..." She hesitated.

- I can bring you some clean blood to clear your head and you can lie here as long as you want." Dracula added when he sensed her wavering.

Agatha was thinking about accepting his offer as she felt exhausted, but still she pondered.

- Where will you rest? It's daytime.

- Don't worry about me. My sofa is quite comfortable.

The former nun snorted :

- Your sofa is as comfortable as a marble coffin and at least a foot shorter than you!

Dracula shrugged.

- Well, I still have to put a bed in the guest bedroom, so it will have to make do.

Agatha looked at her nemesis' bed : it had been made for him, so it was probably a foot longer than her and at least, large enough to house a small village. She gulped then took a deep breath :

- Your bed is big enough for the both of us. And since, you were the gentleman and offered me its exclusive use, I would be a very sore guest if I'd let you sleep on this terrible furniture you dare call a sofa.

Despite his surprise at her unexpected proposition, Dracula chuckled :

- Well, if you get into the habit of coming to see me while drunk, I may need to invest into a second bed. Or...

Agatha raised a warning finger :

- Don't even think about finishing this sentence, Count.

The older vampire grinned but stopped talking. After an awkward silence, Agatha added :

- You should think about replacing that sofa, too.

- I will." At his tone, she looked at him. He was watching her back with that same expression again.

- Are you sure you don't mind?" Dracula broke the spell. "I must admit I got quite fond of my bed, since I don't need my coffin to sleep in.

- No. I mean : I don't mind." But she insisted, to be sure : "You promise me no mischief.

- You offered me to sleep with you." He countered, teasing her.

Agatha didn't catch the joke, if her scandalised look was any indication :

- I was drunk!

Dracula laughed at her outraged tone.

- I'm joking, Agatha. Relax.

he sat on one side of the bed and patted the place next to him.

- Come on. You look dead on you feet. I promised you no mischief. I'll keep my word.

Agatha sat carefully on the bed then lay down next to her old enemy. They didn't say anything for some time. Dracula rearranged his limbs then put his hands behind his head, settling in.

Agatha was lying next to him rigidly, debating with herself, until finally she sighed :

- Oh Hell!" And throwing caution to the wind, she rolled on her side to nestle against him. It was quite nice, actually.

The older vampire stayed still for a moment, unsure what to do. Then, slowly, he put down one arm to place it around her shoulders and bring her a little closer to him.

- No mischief." She mumbled into his shirt.

- No mischief." He confirmed with a smile in his voice. "Even if you make it hard for me to keep my promise."

- Not without a partner." His younger kin replied softly, already on the verge of sleep.

Dracula resisted laughing at her tart answer, so as not to disturb her. She was relaxing against him and very soon, he could sense she was fast asleep. No partner indeed.

He couldn't hold it any longer and laughed, barely disturbing his exhausted partner. She muttered in her sleep, then settled against him once more after throwing an arm across his chest.

Perhaps, she would heed his advice next time. But Dracula hoped she wouldn't. Drunk Agatha was almost as fun as angry Agatha and far more agreeable.

The older vampire looked down at the woman in his arms. Maybe he was the one high, in this instance : he still couldn't believe his nemesis was actually sleeping, sober and peaceful, in his embrace. If God had decided to be done with him and Agatha was His sword arm, Dracula decided then and there that it was a small price to pay for a few hours with her in his arms. And with that satisfying thought, he slipped in a comfortable slumber.

[httpsfelicity]

“In a black dress, she’s such an actress” - Harry Styles × Model Reader AU (Part 2/?)

Summary - Harry meets a model downtown and falls for her quickly, leading the public to think that it’s a pr stunt. Unsure of what to think, the reader plays along, not knowing that Harry is unaware of the rumours.

For @cruizmanadu, @stephaniemalvie!, @kissessfordraco Xx

A/N - Part two! Thank you sooo much for the feedback on part one, I never expected it! Glad you guys like it so far. If you haven’t read part one, click here x Once again, if you’d like a part 3 / have suggestions / ect, just send a DM or ask! Here you go babessss :) 

Harry Styles: Hi

Y/n <3: Hi

Harry Styles: Why are you awake, it’s 3am?

Y/n <3: I could ask you the same thing, you messaged me first!

Harry Styles: You’re right. What’s up?

Y/n <3: Watching TV, you?

Harry Styles: Not much. Listening to The Beatles, y’know, normal night things.

Y/n <3: Never really got around to listening to them personally

Harry Styles: Omg reported and BLOCKED.

Y/n <3: Omg noooooo come back 

Harry Styles: Kiddinggggggg, but I have to make you listen to one of their albums sometime

Harry Styles: Are you free tomorrow?

Y/n <3: I have a shoot all day. I’m free the next day tho

Harry Styles: We could maybe do something then? The park?

Harry Styles: Unless you have a better idea, of course

Y/n <3: No that sounds great! What time?

Harry Styles: 7?

Y/n <3: Sure! :)

Harry Styles: Now, GO TO SLEEP!

Y/n <3: Only if you do!

Harry Styles: Okayyyy, goodnight!

Y/n <3: Goodnight!

Seen: 3:14am

As you crawled into bed, a feeling of satisfaction spread through you. He wanted to spend more time with you - that ought to be a good sign, right? “Maybe this could work out, after all,” was the last thing you thought before you fell asleep.

The next day was the usual whirlwind of events that occurred every shoot day - wake up early, take a cab over to the location (That particular day’s mystery place happened to be an old art studio), take another cab with some assigned lady to get you ready, another cab back to the location, then a whole day of photos. It was all a blur to you, so when the head of the whole operation thanked you at the end of the day, you were glad it was all over. Of course you adored your job, but considering the amount of sleep you’d gotten last night (Which, by the way, you did not regret one bit) you were thankful that in 45 minutes you’d be fast asleep.

What you did not expect, however, was for that little power nap to turn into a full 14 hours. By the time you woke up the next day, it was the crack of 11am. You sat up frantically, taking in your surroundings. You were still wearing your street clothes - jeans and a blouse - and a quick glance in the mirror revealed you hadn’t taken off your extravagant makeup, either. Trust me, it was not a pretty sight. You scrambled for your phone, and aside from all of the usual twitter notifications, DM requests, and messages from Ella and Harry (Which you were over the moon about), you noticed that you had 4 missed calls. From, none other than Harry.

You quickly clicked on his contact and dialed up his number. After a few rings, he picked up.

“Hi!” He said cheerfully.

“Hey,” you laughed. “Why did you call me? Four times, to be exact?”

“Just wanted to make sure we were still on for tonight. But then I got worried when you didn’t answer, so I called again to make sure everything was alright.”

“And again, and again.”

“Correct,” he laughed.

“Rough photoshoot. I was exhausted, and it wasn’t all that exciting. By the time I got home, I was asleep. Literally. I slept for 14 hours straight.”

Harry laughed so hard on the other end that you had to move your phone away from your ear for a couple of seconds so he could calm down. “Oh, wow, I... well, I guess it’s not that funny. That’s awful. You should’ve gotten more sleep the night before!”

“I would’ve, but somebody just had to message me at 3am!”

Cue another round of laughter. “Oh my god... look, I’m sorry, I really am! I didn’t know you had to wake up so early. I won’t message you so late into the night anymore, I promise.”

“Don’t promise that! I quite liked it. Besides, all of those shoots are the same. Nothing worth remembering, if you ask me.”

“Alright, alright, fine. But are we still on for later? If you’re still tired, we can reschedule...”

“No! After twice the amount of sleep I usually get, I feel like I could run a marathon. Seven?”

“Yup.”

“Okay. Gives me enough time to adjust myself to reality.”

This sent both of them into bouts of laughter.

“Alright, well, I’ve gotta go, but I’ll see you then?”

“You’ve got it! Bye!”

“Bye! And for the love of god try not to fall asleep this time, yeah?” He cracked himself up.

“I’ll try!” You replied as you hung up. You sighed, smiled, and then leaned against your headboard, though not for long. You had things to do - number one, get a shower.

Flash forward a few hours, and you were all set. You were wearing a pair of jeans and a blouse, similar to yesterday’s outfits, just with less smeared makeup and bedhead. You had even managed to listen to a few albums while you were doing your hair. You quickly ate a salad for supper, confirmed the meeting spot with Harry, then headed out the door.

You arrived 10 minutes early, and to your surprise, Harry was already there again. 

“How did you get here before me?” You laughed as you walked up to him. “I left even earlier than last time, specifically to race you!”

“Oh, I have my ways,” he grinned. “So, would you like to know what I have planned?” 

“Enlighten me,” you prompted as you began walking past the bushes and flowerbeds with him, admiring his bold, light purple flared pants and white top.

“Well, first we walk through the park. Then, I have a reservation booked for La Sedbe Hyudge. If that sounds okay to you, that is.”

La Sedbe Hyudge was one of the most exclusive clubs in New York. Reservations were crazy expensive, and that’s not including the price of the food and drinks.

“Oh, Harry, you really didn’t ha-”

“No, no, don’t worry about it. The reservation’s already made; there’s no turning back now,” he laughed.

You laughed along with him. “Well, we can just split the final bill.”

“No,”

“But-”

“Don’t worry about it!” 

You sighed. “Okay,” you finally agreed. “Well, anyways, tonight sounds like it will be great fun. Thank you.”

Harry nodded, looking around. You had to admit it, the scenery of the park was very nice. The gardener(s) here must be paid awfully well.

“So, I listened to Fine Line.”

Harry perked up. “Oh?”

“It was - and I’m not just saying this because I li- we’re friends - but it was incredible. I’ve never heard anything like it.”

Harry was trying to hide his smile, but he was failing miserably. “Well, that’s good,” he concluded nonchalantly. 

“No, really! I have Golden stuck in my head. It’s beautiful. And don’t even get me started on Lights Up.”

“You didn’t see the music video, did you?”

“..Yeah?”

“Oh, wow.”

“It was ARTSY!” You laughed, Harry clearly getting embarrassed. “No, in all honestly, it was great.”

“Well, I’m glad you think that,” he smiled. “I wish I could say the same to you, but you don’t sing, obviously.”

“Not my forte, honestly. I was in choir in elementary, but that’s pretty much it. Never really had any interest in the preforming arts. No offense.”

“None taken. I’ve always liked singing, but I didn’t think I’d pursue it as a career. I was very happy at my old job, thank you very much.”

“What was your old job?”

“...”

“...”

“I used to work in a bakery.”

“No way!” “That’s adorable,” you thought as the two of you rounded a corner of the path.

“Yes way! Not to brag, but I was very good at making cinnamon rolls.”

“Now, isn’t that something.”

“That’s not all - macaroons.”

“Oh my god, marry me.”

You continued goofing off for the rest of the walk. You talked about Netflix shows and whether Summer or Winter was the superior season in the taxi, and the best way to make Kraft dinner on the sidewalk. By the time you walked into the restaurant and sat down, you were discussing the importance of a good facemask.

“I don’t know. I just can’t believe you do them.”

“I can’t believe you don’t.”

“Why should I?”

“Do you want me to go over the health benefits again?”

You sighed. “No. I just do not have the patience.”

“For me to explain it again or facemasks in general?”

You smiled. “Both.”

Harry laughed rather loudly, gaining a few odd looks from some stuck-up diners. “You’re lucky you’re cute, y/n.”

Before you could respond, a waiter walked over to your table. “And what could I get for the couple this evening?” He asked.

You and Harry looked at eachother and tried to supress laughter.

“Well, I don’t know about my husband here,” you start, looking over at Harry with a grin. He’s staring back at you and you are positive that he’s gonna blow it at any second, but you decide to keep going, “But I’ll have a glass of red wine.”

“Whatever you want, dear, so I guess I’m driving,” Harry shrugged. “I will have water, please.”

The waiter nodded. “I’ll be right back.”

 As soon as he was out of earshot, the two of you burst out laughing.

“That.. was.... amazing!” Said Harry between laughs.

“I know right!” You agreed. “We have to keep it going all night.”

“YES,” he nodded as a group of teenage girls walked past the table, also laughing uncontrollably.

Then, the waiter returned. “For the lady,” he said as he placed down a glass of  wine. You immediately picked it up and took a sip. 

“For the main course, I’ll have the steak, please,” said Harry in his very-best fancy voice.

“I too,” you said, giggling and taking another sip.

The waiter nodded and headed back to the kitchen. The two of you laughed again. 

Just then, you felt your phone buzz in your purse. “It’s probably nothing,” you thought, choosing to ignore it. But then it went off again. And again. And again.

“You should probably get that,” said Harry, looking at your bag.

“Nah, it’s probably nothing.”

“Alright. I gotta run to he bathroom, and then I’m gonna order a drink for myself, okay?”

“Okay,” you said as you watched him get up. “Bring me back a glass too!”

You watched him walk over to the mens room. Your phone buzzed. He pushed open the door. Your phone buzzed. The door shut behind him. You reached down and pulled out your phone.

Ella: Oh my god

Ella: Y/n

Ella: Where are you right now

Ella: Are you with anybody?

Ella: ?????

Ella: Y/N

Ella: CHECK UR PHONE

You quickly typed up a response, although you were confused as to why she was so worried all of a sudden.

Y/n: I’m at the Sedbe Hyudge with Harry, why?

Ella: *Sent a set of photos*

Ella: Check twitter for more.

You clicked on the photos. The first was a screenshot of an update account, saying that you and Harry were in the park. Then, another tweet from the same account, saying you were at this restaurant. Then, photos of you in the park. And then, photos of you at the restaurant. Under that were screenshots of twitter users.

@Cocopopstyles: I just want Harry to take me on a date like he does with y/n, is that TOO MUCH TO ASK. They’re TOO CUTE.

@Y/nxxxxstyles: ANOTHER WIN FOR THE SHIPPERS THEY’RE AT THE SEDBE HYUDGE DHHHVDHBDCHUDB YES

@HSDaily: Ew lmfao she’s so ugly PLS 

@Stylessssmaple: “I ain’t saying she’s a golddigger, but she ain’t messing with no broke....”

@LaylaHoran: I heard that they were talking to the waiter like they’re an actual couple. A few girls overheard it, idk their @’s tho.

@LarryStylinsonobvs replying to @LaylaHoran: Really?? Omg that’s pretty quick tbh. Weren’t they first seen together days ago?

@LaylaHoran replying to @LarryStylisonobvs: Yeah apparently. Idk what’s going on. Is she a PR stunt or not???

@LarryStylinsonobvs replying to @LaylaHoran: Not to be a bluegreener but she could be a beard... we’ve gotten so much content from them in the past 72 hours like.... are u gonna tell me there’s no contract in there at all?????

@Y/nsflowers: Y/n looks so good in the new pap photos pLEASE MARRY ME MA’AM.

@Y/L/Nsummertime: Y/n is over lmfao can she please cut the bullshit. Wbk she’s in it for the money. The job, the PR stunts, the boyfriend...

@TheDailyPoolsideNews: Model y/n and ex-boyband star spotted out in the town! Will this be the next Hollywood snoozefest?

There was more, but Harry was already back at the table, carrying two glasses and setting them down, smiling. All of a sudden, you had this really sick feeling. You couldn’t look him in the eyes. You took your drink as he sat down. Not wanting to say anything in case it ruined the night, you took a sip and put your phone back in your purse.

“Everything alright?”

You looked up. “Yeah.”

Harry stared at you. You stared back jokingly, trying to break the tension. Harry’s phone started ringing. “Oops,” he frowned, “thought I turned this off...”

“You can take it, it’s okay. I checked my phone before. Plus, I need to use the washroom.”

“Okay,” he smiled as you stood up, smiling back. As you were walking away, you heard him talking to whoever was on the other end of the line. “Hey, Nial- what? No, I am, why-”

You pushed into the womens room and locked yourself in a stall. “What the hell is going on?”

You sit there for a few minutes, trying to collect your thoughts and give Harry some time to finish his conversation. Someone had seen the two of you at the park and in the restaurant, so what? Some people liked you, and some people didn’t. Okay, that’s understandable. Some people hated you. That’s fine, you don’t care. But people still think you and Harry are a PR stunt. This is only your second date! And it’s not eve a date! It’s just a... you put your head in your hands, then sit up, not wanting to smudge your mascara. You reach for your phone, only to remember you left it in your purse, which was currently on the floor next to your chair next to Harry. God.

And, to make matters worse, he had gotten a phonecall and from what you had heard when you were walking away, he sounded worried. Perfect! That was probably his management. Or, better yet, one of his friends doing the same thing Ella had done to you. Suddenly, you jumped up and walked back out to the table. He was fiddling around with his napkin. When he saw you, his face lit up. You didn’t buy it.

“Hi, sorry, it was just one of my friends. He wanted to t-”

“Oh, it’s fine,” you said, politely cutting him off.

Harry was taken back by this, but not for long. He wasn’t fazed easily. “Oh, okay. That’s good. Sorry for taking so long. Oh, and I don’t want this anymore, so if you want it, you can fill yours up. Otherwise, I’m just gonna give it to the waiter when he comes back.”

You never drank too much. You knew three glasses would be awful for you. But you took his and filled yours up, because “I don’t want to waste anything. This place is so expensive.”

Soon after, the waiter dropped off your meals. Harry was speaking less, more unsure of himself than before, but you didn’t notice. You made polite small talk, but it wasn’t like your antics from before. Yet when you were leaving, you did not split the bill. Harry still paid.

When you walked outside, it was dark. You hadn’t expected it. You laughed. Harry laughed. “Let’s wait over here for a taxi, yeah?”

You nodded and followed him. You sat on a bench. Harry messaged somebody. You swung your feet a little. Harry took a call. You stayed seated, watching people walk by. Harry came back over and helped you walk to the taxi, arm around your back. You tried to tell him you didn’t need his help, but he didn’t listen. 

Harry gave the taxi driver his address. You gave him yours, but he didn’t listen. You spoke up again, but Harry told you not to worry; you could spend the night with him. You nodded.

Harry helped you out of the taxi. You didn’t fight back. You tried to pay for the taxi, but he wouldn’t take your money. You held his hand as you walked through the doors of his apartment building, got in the elevator, got to his apartment. He sat you down on the couch and went off to his room. He came back shortly after.

“I don’t have any pyjamas for you.”

“Why would I need pyjamas?” You laughed a little, and then a lot.

Harry smiled. He went back to his room and came back with a shirt still wrapped in plastic and a bag.

“Here. The bathroom is over there. There’s makeup wipes on the counter.” He helped you up and you walked over. 

“Why do you have makeup wipes? Do you wear makeup?”

“Yep!” Said Harry. “Just turn the lock to the left. It’s tricky sometimes, try it a few times if it doesn’t work, yeah?”

“That’s so cool, can you show me your makeup sometime?”

“Yep! Maybe after you get your pyjamas on.”

“Really?”

“Mmhm!”

You shut the door and turned the lock, though you doubted you’d need it. You took off your fancy clothes and put on a pair of brand new too-big black sweatpants and a too-big pink t-shirt. Why did you need pyjamas again? Harry hadn’t answered. He wasn’t sending you home in pyjamas, was he? Uh oh.

You walked out. Harry was in the kitchen. “Do you need anything?”

“A drink.”

“Water?”

“Wine, dummy.” You cracked up at this.

“You’ve already had more than enough. C’mon, let’s go to the living room.” He grinned. 

“Whyyyyyy?”

Harry smiled patiently. “C’mon, y/n. We can watch a movie or something.”

“Okay. Wait - can I just have orange juice instead?”

“Of course.” He grabbed a can of juice and then walked into the living room. You followed. There were pillows and blankets on the couch, and Disney+ was set up.

“Ooou, fancy,” you laughed.

Harry crawled under the blankets. You did too. He laughed. So did you. Why were you even upset with him in the first place? You couldn’t remember. Harry grabbed the remote and turned on some show you’ve never heard of before. The Mandalorian, whatever that was. You leaned your head on Harry’s shoulder. It wasn’t even boring - why were you falling asleep? 

Harry closed his eyes - he was tired, too, but for different reasons. You listened to his breathing get slower. You held him tightly. You held him back. 

“Friends don’t hold friends that way,” you thought to yourself. “But who cares?”

You fell asleep. So did he.

You forgot about the stunt rumours. So did he.

He forgot about how his friend called him in a panic, not wanting this relationship to get ruined for him like the last one, and the one before that, and the one before that. About how he really, really liked you, but couldn’t act on it. He wanted to give you the world. Yes, he fell too quickly, too easily, but who could blame him?

And you forgot about Ella in the same panic. She didn’t want this to get ruined for you, of course, because this was your first shot, your first love (Although not that she’d know - you had to admit you had been a bit distant with her since you met Harry.) She didn’t want you to fall into the hands of the public eye. She wanted to make sure you were safe. She wasn’t sure if you should trust Harry, so of course she should be worried.

But you trusted him.

And he trusted you.

And everything is okay.

Until 3am.

A/N PT 2 - While you’re waiting for part 3 (which is definitely coming btw!) check out my other fics through this masterlist HERE!

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Evan “Buck” Buckley begins.

Day 7: Free Choice / “Closure”

Eddie felt like an idiot. Why had he left Buck like that? He had only said ‘I got you,’ it didn’t need to mean anything romantic, it could be simply platonic. But that was the point, Eddie wanted it to mean more. So much he had bolted when he had heard Buck mumble ‘Adam’ in his dreams. That too, didn’t need to mean anything. But Eddie felt too embarrassed to find out, so when he had the opportunity to do a double shift, meaning he had the perfect excuse not to go see Buck, he took it. Also, Chris was visiting Eddie’s parents for a couple of days, which meant Eddie could actually sleep after his double shift.

And the sleep he truly needed, he felt exhausted after the shift. Eddie didn’t know how long he had slept when he heard a knock on the door. He must’ve been close to waking up, otherwise he would not have heard it. He wasn’t expecting anyone or anything though. He quickly put on a pair of joggers and a t-shirt. 

Eddie wasn’t sure if he was still sleeping when he opened the door. “Buck.”

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Buck closed his backpack and looked at the room he had spent the last few months in, some of the best of his life, even if the ending was anything but. He had pretended to sleep when Adam had come back from work, not wanting to talk with him. He wanted to get out from Florianópolis, now. He only had a few shifts left, so he had called the manager and they had found an agreement so that Buck was freed from his contract immediately. Having been the most popular bartender over the high season paid off.

He had booked a bus ticket out town and had decided to backpack a couple of weeks before returning to home. He tried to be as quiet as possible, not wanting to wake Adam or Cathy up. He almost succeeded.

“Buck?” he heard Cathy ask.

Shit. 

“Are you leaving?”

“Yeah…” Buck felt his face turning red. “I was gonna call you tomorrow, I wasn’t just going to leave without saying goodbye, I promise.”

“And Adam?”

Buck just lowered his gaze. “I can’t.” He shrugged his shoulders

“I get it.” Cathy said. 

“Sorry.”

“No need to be… Don’t be a total stranger, okay?.” She said and gave Buck a big hug.

“I won’t, bye Cathy.”

“Bye Buck.”

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“Buck...how are you here?” Eddie was stunned. “How are you out of hospital?”

“Hi..” Buck blushed.

“Oh sorry, hi, please come in and sit!” Buck was on crutches after all.

Buck limped to Eddie's living room and sat down. “Sorry if I scared you, it wasn’t my intention.” He said, apologizing.

“Don’t be silly, I’m happy to see you, but how?”

“I got released today and took a taxi here, really not that hard, even with these.” Buck said sarcastically and moved the crutches.

“That’s not what I meant.”

“I know.”

There was a silence, both of them struggling to continue.

“You didn’t come to see me yesterday, or today.” Buck eventually said and looked sad and confused. “Did I do something wrong?”

Eddie felt like the world’s biggest idiot. Why had he had to bolt that way.

“No, of course not, I just had a double shift...I’m sorry, I didn’t send you a message.”

“No I know, Bobby told me....  but he also told me you could’ve taken an extra shift the other days too but you didn’t… was I a hindrance to you, did I make you lose money?”

“No no, I wanted to be with you!” That came out way too desperately, Eddie thought. “Just… Chris is with my parents now, so I could take the double shift.” He was lucky he had a good excuse.

“Oh, good.” Buck blushed and smiled.

“So, you’re okay to be alone at home?” Eddie asked, concerned.

“Yeah I’m fine, I managed the last time I had a cast on my leg, remember? And this isn’t as bad.”

Eddie would rather forget that, but yeah, he did remember. “But then you didn’t have a concussion and broken ribs!”

“I’m fine, really, I got good medication.” He smirked.

“Okay, but promise to tell me right away if you need any help, okay.”

“I will, between you and Maddie, I think I’ll manage.” 

He smiled that smile Eddie loved, the one that reaches his eyes. Eddie finally looked at the time. “So, dinner?” He asked.

“I thought you’d never ask.”

They ordered pizza, because after that hospital junk, Buck needed something extra special and watched some random movie from Netflix. Eddie was happy to be back to normal with Buck, but he still had ‘Adam’ back in his mind, he had to ask, and when the movie ended, he blurted out:

“Who’s Adam?”

Buck looked confused. “What?”

“Who’s Adam? You were talking about him in your dreams the other night.”

“Oh,” Buck turned his head and looked sad. “He’s my ex-boyfriend.”

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“So I just left, went backpacking for a couple of weeks, then returned home and went to try out for the SEALS.” Buck finished telling the story.

“I didn’t know you were into guys.” Was all Eddie managed to blurt out, he knew it sounded stupid.

“Well, Adam wasn’t exactly something I wanted to talk about, I wasn’t hiding about being bi.” Buck was clearly defending himself.”

“No I didn’t mean that,” Eddie felt like an idiot again, it was clearly the theme of the day or the week, more like. “He must still mean a lot to you, even after all he did.” Eddie couldn’t help feeling jealous.

“No he doesn’t, why do you say that?” Buck was confused.

“Because you called for him in your sleep.”

“Oh that… I saw him the other day.”

“Now it was Eddie’s turn to be confused. “You saw him?”

“Yeah, he’s a doctor here now, just moved to LA, go figure.”

Eddie remembered wondering what Buck was keeping from him that day, now it all made perfect sense. Suddenly he thought punching a doctor was totally okay, he hated the guy and what he had done to Buck.

“I’m so sorry Buck, it must not have been a nice surprise.”

“It was surprisingly okay.” 

“It was?” Eddie started to feel jealous again.

“Yeah, I mean, not at first… I was super surprised and wasn’t feeling that comfortable seeing him again, especially him being one of my doctors. But after I slept on it, I realised I’m over it and it really was for the best.”

“It was?” Why was it all Eddie managed to suddenly say?

“Yeah, I mean, if I’d gone to New York, I wouldn’t have had the idea to try for SEALs and if I hadn't tried out for it, I wouldn’t have become a firefighter. And I wouldn’t change this for nothing.”

“No?”

“No.”

They were smiling at each other like the idiots they were.

“Did you ever talk to him after Brazil?” Eddie had to ask.

“He kept sending me messages for a while. It took me weeks to reply. We haven't spoken since.”

“I hope he said sorry.” Eddie couldn't hide his disgust towards Adam.

“He did actually. Not that we talked much. But he did apologize…. and him and Alex are married nowadays, so I guess Cathy was right about the soulmate thing.” Buck shrugged.

“Are you okay with it?”

“Surprisingly, I am. I hadn’t thought about him in a long time, and things turned out for the best. But seeing him gave me some closure I never realised I needed.”

There it was again, the smile that Eddie loved so much.

“Sooo…” Eddie really needed to talk with Buck, but he had no idea how.

“Eddie.” Buck was clearly struggling too. “We need to talk.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah… but not now, I really need some sleep. Can you come over tomorrow?”

“I can.”

“So we’ll talk tomorrow.”

“We’ll talk tomorrow.” Buck stood up, wobbled over to Eddie and gave him a kiss to the cheek.

“Tomorrow.” He said.

“Tomorrow.”

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BTS Drabble || 3a.m.|| Jimin x You

〖 Requested 〗

a little angst, but mostly fluff

Word Count 1.658

Jimin wakes up at 3am to a series of missed calls from you and instantly fears the worst. Soon, however, the nightly disturbance takes an unexpected turn ... 

A/N: This was such a sweet request. Please show it some love. Thank you. 💙

3a.m. 

Only grudgingly did Jimin open his eyes, his peaceful slumber being disturbed by a relentless buzzing sound that just would not stop.

Still half asleep, he sat up in his bed and rubbed the sleep from his eyes before he went on to stretch his limbs and blindly feel for his phone – no doubt the source of this disturbance – on the nightstand. The bright red digits of his alarm clock read 3:01am.

"For the love of –" Jimin had started out to curse, furious with whoever dared to bother him at such an ungodly hour. As soon as he read your name, however, and discovered the six missed calls he had received from your number, he stopped in mid-sentence, an icy shiver immediately shooting down his spine.

For you to call him in the middle of the night, something must have happened. And nothing good, he presumed.

Within seconds, Jimin was wide awake, his senses heightened, no trace of drowsiness left in his system as his thoughts were racing, imagining the most terrifying scenarios.

What if you had been in an accident? Or got drunk with your irresponsible college friends again, who would leave you wandering around Seoul all by yourself like last time, when you couldn't afford the cab fare? Or, even worse, what if you had gotten into an argument with your parents again? And your father had hit you, in the heat of the moment? Or locked you out? It wouldn't have been the first time.

Sick with worry, his hands trembling, Jimin called your number, seconds feeling like hours while he was forced to listen to the dial tone. But you didn't pick up.

"Y/n, I'm worried. What happened!? Are you okay? Call me when you get this," he left you a frantic voice mail, almost choking on his own voice, so tight was his throat.

What if he had lost you? What if you were in trouble? What if he had slept unsuspectingly when you had needed him the most? What if he let you down?

"Shit," Jimin cursed under his shaky breath as he paced the floor of his bedroom, running in circles, bathed in cold sweat while he desperately longed for his phone to ring once more. But it didn't.

There was really only one thing left to do for him now. He would have to go over to your place to check on you himself and search all of Seoul if he had to.

Quickly, Jimin grabbed a random jacket from his wardrobe and threw it over his pajamas, almost leaving the apartment barefooted in his hurry. Only midway down the staircase did he realize that he had forgotten to put on shoes, cursing his own forgetfulness when he had to turn back to put on his practice sneakers. God knew in what sort of emergency situation you currently were. Every second might have counted, and he just wasted about thirty of them.

"Shit, shit, shit," Jimin was muttering to himself as he made his way down the stairs, not bothering to wait for the elevator.

Finally, he arrived at the lobby and rushed past the building's security guard positioned by the main entrance.

"Sir, what's –"

"Nothing." Jimin stopped him with a wave of his hand when the man made a move to block his way. "Gotta go. No time to explain."

Luckily, the guard decided to let him pass without asking further questions.

As soon as Jimin reached the open street, he broke down, gasping for breath, his lungs burning, his sides cramping, struggling to get back on his feet.

He had to call a cab.

He had to get to you.

Now.

No time for weakness.

No time to waste.

Pictures of you, bruised, bleeding, hurt, lost, alone, crying … haunted him, urging him on to keep running.

Until, suddenly, unexpectedly, the call of a familiar voice demanded his attention. The sound was so faint, almost inaudible through the ringing in his ears, Jimin was inclined to believe he had misheard. But there. There it was again.

"Jimin?"

Wide-eyed, he spun around.

"Jimin! It really is you!"

At first, he was hesitant to trust his eyes. But there was no doubt. It was you he was looking at. His y/n. His girlfriend. His love. Alive and well, by the looks of it, smiling even.

Beaming with joy at the sight of him, you made your way over to Jimin who remained frozen in place, a state mostly owed to the absolute exhaustion that had gotten a hold of his limbs, as well as to utter disbelief.

“Y–Y/n!?" he stammered, battling with mixed emotions.

On the one hand, Jimin's heart was flooded with relief at the realization that no harm had come to you. On the other hand, however, he was furious you had given him a reason to fret and do a full-blown cardio workout in the middle of the night for nothing.

"Yes. I'm sorry if I woke you," you smiled at him warmly as you threw your arms around his waist for a close hug, burying your face in his shirt and making it so much harder for Jimin, if not impossible, to stay mad at you for even one second longer. "But how did you know to come down here? My phone died. I didn't even get a chance to let you know I was here."

"I – Y/n! You almost gave me a heart attack!"

Eyes wide with confusion, you pulled back from the hug to look up at him, brows raised.

"I – What!? How? Why?"

"I don't know. You tell me!" Jimin scoffed, his tone a little harsher than initially intended.

He could tell you felt bad already, so he leaned down to place a kiss on your forehead, cupping your face with both his palms.

"I was just so worried, baby, when I saw all your missed calls and couldn't reach you after I woke up. I thought something had happened."

"Oh," you sighed, pouting. "I'm sorry, Jimine. I didn't intend –"

"I know. I know, baby. It's okay. But, please, don't ever scare me like that again."

With a fond smile, he ran a hand through your hair, his other arm wrapped around you tightly.

"I won't, I promise."

"Good. Now, why did you call me, Y/n? Did something upset you? Or did you get lost again?"

"No," you shook your head, cheeks flushed if Jimin wasn't mistaken. "It – It's nothing. It's stupid. I shouldn't have called you at this time of night for no reason. I'm sorry."

"I'm sure there was a reason, baby. Otherwise you wouldn’t have called me. Don’t worry. You can tell me. What kept you up at night? Hmm? Did you have a nightmare?"

"No. It's just –" Abashedly, you cast down your eyes, avoiding his on purpose. “I couldn't sleep, and it was one of the first warm summer days, and I haven't seen you since last week, because your schedule is so busy during the daytime. And then I saw all these couples outside, roaming the streets, laughing, holding hands, having ice cream ..."

You had started shifting your weight nervously from one foot to the other, in doing so wiggling free from Jimin's embrace, clearly ashamed. Despite your efforts to shake him off, though, he didn't let go of your hand but, instead, wrapped his pinky around yours, a thing the two of you did sometimes.

Because, at the beginning of your relationship, you used to have trouble being intimate and vulnerable with him emotionally and physically at once. So, whenever the two of you would have a heart to heart, you would get scared and shy away from Jimin's touch. Until he established this ritual, where he would just hold on to your little finger until you would be comfortable enough to allow physical closeness again. A method which had proven effective in making you feel safe and gaining your trust, something Jimin cherished above all else.

For a few seconds, he merely looked at you, getting lost in the view, incredulous at the fact that such a beautiful, loving and lovable, tender and delicate creature was actually his.

"Sooo ...," he then cooed, smiling, smitten with your adorable attempt at hiding your embarrassment on account of having woken him from sleep for such sentimental reasons. "You missed me? And wanted to take a night walk with me? To have ice cream? Is that it?"

At this point, Jimin couldn't contain his wide grin, despite his efforts to show you that he took you seriously, smiling so hard his cheeks burned.

"Maybe," you muttered, averting your flushed face and hiding behind a protective veil of tousled hair.

"Aww, baby. Why didn't you just say so earlier? I missed you, too! So much!" He pulled you close and pressed his lips against your temple for a quick peck, meeting no resistance. "And I would love nothing more than to take a romantic night walk with you! It's been too long since we had our last date, anyway."

"Really?" You blinked up at him, stunned by his unexpected reaction.

"Of course, stupid," Jimin smiled, gently poking your nose with the tip of his index finger before kissing it.

"Come on, let's go!" He eagerly pulled at your hand, fingers intertwined. "There's a convenience store close by, and I know for a fact that they have your favorite ice cream. Any idea how I know that?"

"No," you shook your head, grinning like a Cheshire cat. Jimin was the only one who could make you smile like that. And, right now, his features were a reflection of yours, eyes sparkling, two crescent moons, shining brighter than the sun herself in the balmy summer night.

"Because, whenever I pass the store and see the advertising poster for that ice cream hung up in the shop window, I have to think of you, Y/n."

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The Same - Chapter 5 - Martin (1/2)

From 9:00 AM to 5:00 PM patients were allowed to have phone time.

Martin didn't use this privilege before, as he had stopped trying to call Malcolm after his transfer from the prison.

But now.. now he could talk to his son! Whenever he wanted. From 9 to 5, of course. A bit of sweet talk, nentioning his son worked with the NYPD, and a compliment had Martin everything he could want.

Because he was such a "high risk patient", they brought the phone to him.

He didn't even have to move! Martin could read and write while being on the phone all he wanted. From the comfort of his own cell.

He had planned on calling Malcolm that morning, to speak and cherish his boy's voice.

However, his thoughts became much more interesting, much less perverted when the morning paper was delivered.

Dr. Whitly glances up from the paper, at the guard sitting in the corner. David, his nametag said. He smiles, pointing with his free hand to the television poised above the phone.

"Do you mind turning it to the news, David? I do believe my daughter is on at the moment."

Martin sits back as his guard does as asked, raising his eyebrows as his daughter was indeed reporting. A quadruple homicide, huh. How intriguing.

Malcolm was probably already on the case.

Just a bit longer until he could call Malcolm, ask him about this quadruple murder. How exciting, killing four people at once.

It had always been much too risky for Martin himself, but he silently applauded the person who pulled off such an act.

Of course, when he talked to his son, he would act indifferent. Horrified, even. Martin smirks, setting the paper to the side.

Picking up the Peter Pan book and running his fingers over the cover idly as he watched Ainsley speak with another person on the news channel.

"Ring my son, please, David." The doctor requests, smiling politely as the guard dials for him.

"Hello?" His son answered quickly. He must already be doing work for the case.

"Malcolm, my boy, it's dad!" The book rested on top of his crossed legs, his finger intertwined with each other and moving as he spoke. A grin on his face.

"What? How the hell do you have a phone?" His son sounded baffled at the concept, and it was hard not to beam like the cat who caught the canary. He was so very proud of his manipulations of the staff here.

Really, it was almost too easy.

"Oh, I don't, I have "phone time." A critical distinction. My calls had been exclusively reserved for my medical consultations, but I was able to pull a few strings to help the NYPD and their newest profiler.." He teased lightly, like it was a private joke. Both proud and resentful of his son's occupation.

Martin placed his feet on the floor and moved the rolling chair side to side without disturbing the base.

"Sooo, I heard about this quadruple homicide." He crooned, sounding entirely too smug and comfortable.. Martin whistles, tapping the side of his left leg as he spoke.

"That's quite a story." He says conversationally, trying to get more information on the case. Figure out where he was, what he was doing.

A silence follows, and then his son asked him very meek voice, "How do you even know I'm here?"

To the outside eye, Martin would look very surprised at this question. But the devil inside of him was roaring with triumph, proud at successfully manipulating his son into telling him his whereabouts.

"Oh- my, you're actually on the scene?!" He rocked forward, sitting up higher in his chair. Pointing to the television. "Oh, that's great! Go, go stand behind your sister- go on, I bet I'll be able to spot you." Martin grins at the concept, wishing he could see Malcolm.

Yes, he had his picture. But it wasn't the same as seeing him move, seeing his eyes dart around and his brilliant mind work.

"No." His son shuts him down, sounding dark and irritated now.

Perhaps he got too excited.

"No, oh, you're busy. Of course. I get it." He sat back, hands folding neatly in his lap. Getting quieter.

Closing his eyes for a brief moment.

"So, tell me about the bodies." Martin says, trying to sound casual. But sounding all too excited. It had been so long since he saw a corpse, a crime scene. He so craved the art of it.

"Every killer leaves their.. own unique signature." His face scrunched for a moment, a tick he had developed. Martin dearly missed placing his signature. It was always his favorite part of the murder process.

"Now, I want to hear all the details." He inhales sharply, his hands coming up to fold at his stomach. Scrunching his eyes shut and unfolding them, holding them up.

"I want to really," Martin sniffles, mind coming up with thousands of possibilities, each one messier than the last. "Be able to see it in my head."

"I don't need your help." His son said slowly, enunciating each syllable. Martin couldn't help but inwardly preen. Oh, Malcolm. How wrong he was..

His eyes opened, smile turning into a slight frown. "Oh, don't be a killjoy. I have so much to offer." Martin changes his relaxed stance, sitting forward. As if to get closer to the phone, let his words sink in deeper.

Like knives, corrupting Malcolm's thoughts.

"We're both obsessed with murder; like father like son."

He expects a response, but all he gets is a dial tone.

His smile falls immediately.

"Call back, David." He orders, voice cold as he brings his fingers up to his chin. Resting them there. Glaring at the phone.

The calls go on all day. From 9 to 5, without any breaks. David is becoming irritated with him, but Martin doesn't care. He wants to speak to his son.

"Hello, Malcolm, it's dad-"

"Hey, kiddo, it's your father again-"

"Hello, Malcolm, it's your dad. I heard more about the case. Ooh. Gruesome stuff. Anyways, if you want to bounce around some ideas, give me a call."

"Dad here. I have thoughts on the case."

"I respect that you're conflicted about picking up, but as Oscar Wilde said, "The only way to fight temptation is to yield to it."

"Remember Bradford Bishop? Killed five members of his family in '76 and was never caught? I've always wondered.."

"Dad again. It's almost 4:30."

"Hey, kiddo, it's your father. Sun's beginning to set."

"Dad here. I really would like to speak with you."

His irritation grows and grows, slowly building up after every failed call.

"Sir, I really think-" David tries to tell him, and Martin turns his withering gaze onto the guard.

"I do not care what you think, David. This is between my son and I. No one else. Call again. Now."

He tightens his fist, knuckles cracking and David calls and the voicemail ("Bright here.") rings once more.

"I really would like to speak with you. You sounded tired on the phone. You know, maybe I can help with that."

"I don't know. Help with anything. I JUST WANT TO HELP, DAMN IT!" Martin started off sounding calm, but he quickly descended into screaming, standing up and going towards the phone, his tether pulling him back at the last moment.

It's like a switch flipped, completely normal one moment and homicidal the next. The sign of a true psychopath.

David stood up, much taller than him. Glaring down at him. Martin falters, stepping back.

"Well, Malcolm, phone time is ending for the day. A total bust. Thanks for that." Martin sighs, squeezing the top of his nose, feeling a killer headache coming along.

"Well, hopefully we can speak tomorrow. Goodbye, my boy." The phone clicks off. Martin is left feeling jarringly empty. And angry. So, so very angry.

 

The doctor doesn't sleep well that night, worry and anger eating away at him. Why didn't Malcolm answer his calls? Sure, he had asked about the bodies, but his son knew him well enough to know his obsession with corpses.

So it couldn't be that.. What could it be?

Martin doesn't get an answer until the next day.

He rises with heavy bags under his eyes, feeling fatigued and having even less answers than before. No one could make him so exhilarated and bothered at the same time.

Malcolm was the only one.

After his outburst yesterday, the doctors are refusing to let him see Malcolm without handcuffs around his wrists. It's quite an unnecessary precaution.

He would never hurt his boy.

Well, with his hands, anyway..

As custom, Martin puts his back to the door as his son enters. Turning and smiling at his exhausted, pretty face.

"Malcolm! You got my messages. Come, let's solve a murder." He says eagerly, only to have his son hold up a hand, stopping him.

"There's only one thing I want from you, and that's the truth. Tell me what you did to me." Martin sighs, bringing his rolling chair over and sitting down in it.

"All right, take a seat. Ask me anything." His son complied, and while Martin was incredibly on edge, he felt calmed by his son following his orders.

"I've been remembering things about my childhood."

"Good things?"

"The girl in the box." Alarm ran through Martin, though he displayed an outward expression of indifference. Had he remembered?

"After I found her, did you drug me so I wouldn't call the police?"

The doctor deflected, twisting his expression into one of concern to hide his alarm. "Malcolm, when was the last time you slept through the night?"

"You used chloroform, didn't you? On a ten year old."

Martin swallowed heavily, scratching at his arm nervously.

They make it look so easy in the movies, but it's tricky stuff, you know? The wrong dose can easily kill you," Malcolm opened his mouth with a defiant expression, but his father continued on. "Which is a long way of saying, "No, of course I didn't drug you."

"The girl that I saw-" His son began, and Martin once again shut him down.

"Wasn't real." He says firmly, unwilling to change his stance.

"I may have done some.. bad things, but I never did that."

A silence followed. Malcolm was glaring at him with a resentful expression. It made his stomach turn. He never wanted his son to look at him like that.

Malcolm would understand, once Martin was able to break him down and make him see things from his point of view. The doctor had no choice, he couldn't simply allow Malcolm to go crawling to the police so soon.

For now, he would deny the accusation until he was blue in the face, if he had to.

"Well, don't take my word for it." Martin continued on. "Ask the police, ask your mom. We all agreed there was no girl in the box."

Malcolm stood, stalking to the door. Martin could barely restrain himself from standing and going after him.

"They're wrong and you're lying. Goodbye, Dr. Whitly."

Martin reached out to him. "Wait! Your case." His son turned back to him, looking at him out of the corner of his eye.

"You're, uh, after a family annihalator?"

"What?" Malcolm asked him coldly, almost not willing to follow his father's train of thought.

"Your suspect, this, uh, Liam character on the cover of The Daily News.." Martin grabbed a folder off of his desk, holding it up. "Isn't this your profile?"

"My profile is constantly evolving." His son said snarkily, and Martin couldn't help but smile fondly.

"And your method is a mix of psychology and on-the-fly improvisation. I love it." The doctor looked down at the folder for a second, looking up at his son through his eyelashes.

He prides himself in the deep flush that blooms on Malcolm's face.

"Oh, I've always been fascinated by familicide. To.. love one's family that much." Malcolm flinches, barely noticeable to the outside eye. But his father knows all of his little signs.

Signs of attraction, that is. And signs of deep rooted shame.

"Perverted? Yes." Incredibly perverted, the two of them. Playing this little game of cat and mouse. Martin pushing his son until he broke.

"Narcissistic? Sure." Malcolm had developed narcissistic tendencies at a young age, a by-product of his father's methods of caring for him.

Yes, Martin had been delighted when his son first showed signs of being a sociopath. It wasn't quite what he had planned, but it would do.

Afterall, there was only a single type of person who could understand, sympathize with psychopaths. Sociopaths themselves.

His plan, even after being put on hold for a decade, was still running smoothly. Malcolm was still exhibiting emotional responses; guilt, remorse, and sadness.

It would only be a few more years until Martin fully purged those needless emotions from his dear boy. Death was something beautiful, it wasn't something to feel guilt over.

"But it's most certainly love." He tells Malcolm, his tongue poking out to lick his lips.

He doesn't get quite the full reaction he was hoping from his son, only a small flush and a shifting of his feet. Averting his gaze.

"Love? What are you talking about? You didn't kill us."

"Well, I'm not an annihalator. Love didn't drive me to kill anyone. No, it drove me to have you." That was a blatant lie. Malcolm's conception wasn't formed out of love.

It was formed out of lust, and the anger at being trapped with the woman he married. Of course, he wouldn't tell Malcolm this. Yet.

The boy finding out his parents marriage was little more than an act on his father's part would only damage his psych more than it already was.

His son looked disturbed. "I'm leaving." He turns to the door again, and once more falters in his steps. "And you're wrong. It's not always about who they love. It's about who loves them."

Standing in front of him, Malcolm's (Now grown) little boy looked so beaten, so broken down. His eyes staring into his father's soul.

Martin wanted to heal him. Wrap him in his arms and tell him how much he loved him. That he could never not love him.

While he thought this, Malcolm seemed to have a breakthrough. "This annihilator was consumed by his hatred for Aristos, but but Aristos didn't love them back..."

"What's that now?" Martin asks, eyebrows furrowing together as his son went on.

"Liam didn't care enough about his family to kill them. He wanted out. He-he even changed his name! Our killer wanted in." His face lights up, and even though he was doing police work at the moment, Martin was just as excited as him.

Invigorated at the passion in Malcolm's expression.

"Oh, that's good." He says, standing nodding as his boy went on, figuring out the case.

"That's why he made Aristos watch the others die! He was punishing him, taking the one thing that Aristos never gave him, a family."

Malcolm was practically bouncing in place, and Martin wanted to grab him by the shoulders and kiss the living daylights out of him.

"Oh, my goodness, are we solving the crime right now?" The doctor asks, unbelievably excited at the process he got to watch just barely 5 feet away from him.

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Caramel Skin Under a Vanilla Sky prt 22? full draft

With Lance on his back, Keith tried to find his way out of the labyrinth of tunnels, buildings and caves. His heart and head hurt from thinking way too much, and from his aching face. Lance had one hell of a thick skull, he was lucky that his unofficial boyfriend hadn't collided with his nose. His face still felt swollen as it was, which would probably lead to Lance feeling even worse all about what had happened. When he'd seen Lance striding towards the exit of the ballroom, it was clear that something was wrong, though he wasn't sure what. Lance had been dancing with Lucteal, then he was running. Lucteal hadn't done anything actually wrong as far as he hadn't kissed or groped at Lance, but still... something had happened and Keith had to know Lance was alright. The moment he'd wrapped his arm around Lance's waist, Keith had known he'd fucked up. His love interest oozing the smell of bad citrus, and as he'd gone to release him, he'd been too slow. Temporarily knocked back by the blow to the face, he'd seen the glaring guilt in Lance's eyes as he'd pulled and aimed his blade for Keith's gut. The move fluid, almost beautiful to watch if not for the pain behind it. It was definitely not a move Lance had mastered as a Paladin. Which wasn't to say Lance couldn't fight hand to hand, he's simply always excelled with a fire arm and seemed much more confident when aiming his blaster. What he must have been through to go straight for his blade even on a safe world... It taxed Keith's mind to keep up. Hiking Lance up higher in his hold, Lance's cold nose rubbed at his neck as he mumbled softly in Spanish. Keith wished he knew more Spanish than the few words of insult Lance threw his way, especially when most of them had a long string of unknown words between them. It was a reminder of a world Keith wasn't part of. Pausing in his trekking for the second time in as many ticks, his ears picking up the sound of footsteps coming closer. Ducking back into the shadows falling across the street he was on, Keith's heart was starting to pound. Normally he wouldn't be so shaken by the sound of steps, but Lance wasn't in a good mental space, and his instincts were screaming at him to keep the sleeping Cuban safe from absolutely everyone. Appearing with a lantern, Keith nearly laughed at his own fear as Daehra came closer. Stepping out the shadows, Daehra jumped as she finally realised he was right there. Feeling as sheepish as Daehra looked, Keith pushed down his flaring instincts further "You have no idea how relieved I am to see you" "As am I. You've both been gone for so long" "Lance fell asleep while we were talking, and all these caves begin to look the same" "You were lost" "Directionally misplaced" Laughing softly at his words, Daehra raised the lantern enough for Lance to groan in annoyance at the light. Lowering it, she nodded "Yes, he would be asleep. Is he alright?" "He will be. We talked. His anxieties went into over drive and he kind of freaked out" "I felt fear from him. Lucteal was in tears, Annla was demanding we go right after both of you. She did not understand what was wrong" "Lance is going to love that. He was ashamed of what happened" "He does not need to be. Now that I have located you, would you like for me to show you back from the city?" "That would be great" Falling into step with Daehra, she walked on Keith's right side to limit the amount of light Lance was exposed to with his face buried on the left side of Keith's neck "You pushed quite far into the city. Do you know where you ended up?" "Not really. It was some kind of... church or something" Daehra let out a small gasp "You pushed further than I thought. The church lays in the Royal Quarter. Commoners are not allowed there" Well oops. It wasn't exactly planned that they'd end up lost "We didn't touch anything. I mean, we sat on a bench so Lance could relax" "Do not worry yourself, I will not tell. I know he is not the kind to trespass on people's ways" "Thanks. I think he was too out of it to realise anyway, so I won't tell him" "If you would like, I can give you a proper tour. Though I feel you most probably only become lost again" Keith huffed with a frown "Is it that obvious?" "A little. Take no offence. We designed this place so outsiders would be lost in an attack" "That makes sense. I think after tonight, I might try taking Lance and Kosmo for a walk above ground tomorrow. He's always loved the feel of the sun" "He has mentioned Earth. The rain and the animals. It sounds very pretty" "I was never attached to Earth like him. But it's green and blue. It doesn't rain fire. Things have changed since the Galra invaded, but it's... I feel differently about it now. Earth is where my dad was born, where I was born, and where Lance's whole family comes from. My adopted brother is from Earth, so his his fiancé, and our other friends. Sometimes Daibazaal gets repetitive with al the purple and grey there" "Is like Erathus?" "Yes and no. Erathus isn't as green and open. It's like the ancient movies from old" "Movies?" "Moving pictures" "Oh! I know of those. I would love to see your Earth" "I'm sure once things calm down, Lance would love to show you. I'm trying to talk him into letting me take him to Altea at the moment" "Altea? Wow... we never spoke of Altea. Leandro spoke with Annla about his time there" "Lance is really good with kids. Much better than anyone I know, except for maybe Shiro. He took me in when I was angry snot nosed shit" "I cannot imagine that" "We used to fight all the time, then slowly we became friends through it all" "And now, more?" "Yeah. More" Lance was tentative but Keith couldn't blame him. He'd said he was falling for him. Keith could understand why Lance was so hesitant, he wasn't born under a rock. Relationships tended to progress into more than hand holding and light kisses, but now Lance was officially his in an unofficial capacity. Even if it was all Lance could do to right now, he was sure they'd slowly begin to move towards... that... when the time was right for both of them "I am happy for you both" "Thank you. We're keeping things slow while we work things out, so he's probably hit me if he knew I told you" "'m going to hit you if you keep talking while I'm trying to sleep" Mumbling against Keith's neck, Keith's cheeks warmed over being caught talking to Daehra "How long have you been awake?" "Long enough to know my head feels like crap" Hiking Lance up again, Lance huffed at him "Don't give me that. I could always drop you" "I wouldn't put it past you... where are we?" "Daehra came and got us" "Oh... Hi, Dae. I hope he hasn't been an arse" Giving Daehra a tiny one handed wave, Lance nuzzled into Keith's neck as he did. It seemed more like his unofficial boyfriend wanted to avoid her than to talk to her "I thought I was a dick" "Dick. Arse. It's all below the belt" Groaning at Lance, Keith momentarily contemplated making good on his threat to drop him "Go back to sleep. We'll be out of the tunnels soon" "Ok... Good night, Dae. Sorry I ruined your party" Daehra shot Lance an affectionate look "Good night, Leandro. Please do not worry about the party. It is still continuing" Nodding at Daehra's words, Lance fell back to sleep without replying. His warmth breath tickling Keith's skin as it evened back out "He's fallen back to sleep" "That is good. I have never seen him sleep so much as he does when with you" "I've never slept as well as I have been while sleeping next to him. For all he's been through, he still manages to amaze me" Led out the tunnels by Daehra, it really seemed like too much effort to walk back to the Telula. Daehra had to return to the party, leaving Keith alone with the sleeping Lance, who despite being far too light, seemed to be growing heavier by the tick. Casting a rueful glance towards the house that was sooo much closer than the ship and didn't have a ramp to struggle up, Keith forced himself to walk past it's soft inviting glow from the lights inside. Lance had wanted to go back to the Telula, which meant they were going back to the Telula. The sleeping Cuban had no idea how many free passes Keith had been throwing his way, but tonight Lance had earned his right to choose the ship. He'd both finally said the name of the vile piece of shit who'd raped him out loud, without screaming or losing control as he did, and admitted he did in fact have feelings for Keith and was scared for the same reasons Keith was. Plus, he'd scared the hell out of himself when he realised he'd accidentally hurt Keith before pulling his blade on him. The ramp was the beginning of the end for Keith's energy. They should have just slept in the church over night and pled ignorance over it all come morning. Making it down to Lance's quarters, he cringed as dropped Lance on his bed, unable to quite judge the height of the mattress and the distance to Lance's arse. Holding the cringe as he lowered Lance's legs, he turned to find Lance half starfishing on the bed with a glare on his face. Quiznak, Lance wasn't impressed at all "You dropped me" "I misjudged the height" "You dropped me!" "I didn't mean to" "Keith, you still dropped me" "Sleeping princesses don't get to complain. Do you know how heavy your arse is?!" Worried he'd taken it a step to far by snapping out of exhaustion, Lance grinned at him and threw him for a loop "I'm sorry. Thank you for carrying me" With warm cheeks, Keith mumbled self consciously "You're welcome. If you lift your feet, I'll do your boots for you" "Leave them, come to bed instead I'm too tired to move" "That's why I said I'd do them for you" "Come to bed..." "Lance let me get your boots off, then I'll come to bed" Whining at him, Lance reached for him with both arms. Keith finding himself immediately climbing into Lance's hold. He couldn't deny Lance when he was reaching for him openly. Pulling Lance over so they ended up laying face to face, Lance's blue eyes stared into his with his arm trapped under Keith's neck "I'm sorry about your cheek. It looks painful" "It's not too bad. I'm sorry for dropping you. I really didn't mean to" "It's alright... it was a little jarring, but it's ok... I'm too tried to really care" "You should go to sleep then" "Already ahead of you, I'm secretly still sleeping" "I wouldn't be surprised. You're a man of many talents" Snorting loudly, Lance ruined the soft mood built by the two of them whispering at each other "God. You're such a sap. I wonder what the others would say if they heard you" "They wouldn't believe it. I'm the broody one, remember" "I haven't forgotten. Can you stay tonight?" "Idiot. Who else's bed am I going to be sleeping in?" "Yours? With Kosmo?" "We both sleep better together. Let me do your boots. We really should changed" "Tomorrow's the time for regrets... I want to go back to sleep now" "At least take your belt off" "I can't be bothered" "You're like a giant man-child aren't you" Bringing up his left hand, Lance flicked him in the middle of his forehead. Keith catching Lance's hand before he could flick him again "I represent that implication, Mullet" "It's not a mullet" "Mmm. You'll always be Mullet to me. Grumpy-Mr-Mullet" "Alright. You're not making sense anymore. I'm taking my boots of, so I'm taking yours off to. Get under the covers" "Fiiine. You're lucky you're cute" Blushing too hard to stay so close to Lance, Keith slowly climbed out of Lance's hold and off the bed. Taking Lance's left boot in his hand, Lance whined at him but a few ticks later, he was out all over again before Keith even had his laces undone. * Waking before Keith, Lance stayed laying against his not-boyfriend boyfriend. With his chin resting on Keith's chest, Lance stared up at Keith's face half in shock that he was really right there. Sharing a bed had become a silently agreed upon thing that should have been over once they'd landed, yet, Keith kept coming back to his bed. Lance growing used to Keith claiming his bed like it was on. Sure, it scattered his nerves in the few moments of waking and finding the warmth of solid body by his, but Keith had never overstepped. His arm remained looped around Lance's waist, never dipping lower, and if either of them were having nightmares, the other was right there for comfort. Watching Keith's long eyelashes flutter, Lance was jealous of their length, as was he jealousy of Keith's soft curved lips and the smile that played on them. Like he was smirking in his sleep over something Lance couldn't understand. He couldn't understand how Keith could possibly be happy with dating him how he was. How he could keep picking Lance up and keep supporting him like this? Being the baby of the family, he was always the one in the background. His siblings jealous of the moments his parent's spoiled him, while oblivious to the times he went without because he'd been forgotten. When they were on the castle he'd made it his personal mission to be there for them all so no one felt as crappy as he had. It was like Keith could see right through him, like he could reach in and pull those emotions out that he didn't want to acknowledge. He knew he wasn't coping, but he'd gotten up, out of bed, and gone to work. He'd put one foot in front of the other until he was walking again, kept going until he was running, but instead of running towards a new life he was running from the ghosts of his past. He'd been running so hard that he didn't think Keith could catch him, let alone ground him. He'd fallen hard for Allura, yet had fallen just as hard for Keith... and now... he'd loved and lost Allura. He couldn't survive loving and losing Keith. Not that he knew if he could survive a relationship with him. He didn't know if his friendship with Keith could survive the fall out of what was to come, especially with Keith wanting him to stop taking the pills. The way he'd softly begged him... He didn't want to keep showing Keith such a childish side of him. Such a weak and pathetic sight... Every time he reached out his hand, Keith had been there to take it, to catch him as he fell. So for Keith, he'd do better. Carefully detangling himself from Keith's hold, Keith rolled to the spot Lance had vacated, a hand feeling for him. Not ready for Keith to wake, Lance stuffed his pillow against Keith's chest. Keith immediately wrapping his arm around it and burying his face into the fabric. Waiting a few extra moments to make sure the half-Galra wasn't about to catch him in the act, once he knew it was safe Lance made his move. Raiding his room, the armoury, behind the panel in both other spare rooms close to his, the space beneath the bathroom sink, and the bathroom drawers, Lance collected every single pill and injection he could find. Including the ones they kept on hand for trading or for set-ups when undercover. There was far more than he thought on board. 4 full boxes of injections, plus a few others with different amounts ranging from only a couple of vials left to being half full. Bottle after bottle of pills... Seeing it all laid out, Lance gripped the counter of the bathroom vanity, drawing in a deep breath as he took a moment. How had he let it get this bad?... Right... He wanted his stupid heats to stop and his marks to go away. When he'd finally hit on a combination that did both, he didn't care about the risk or cost. Sure, his family might miss him, but he wasn't sure anyone else would... He knew Keith had cared, yet didn't know he still did. He'd thought that their phoebs apart would have snuffed out whatever "feelings" Keith had for him. He hadn't realised Keith had liked, or loved, for as long as he had. Looking up the pills staring at him, Lance shook his head. He needed to do this for Keith... He wasn't ready to forgive himself, or love himself, so he had to do this for Keith. Separating out the blue pills from the rest which he'd placed safely into the bathroom cabinet out of sight, Lance's hands shook as he stood with the pile pooled in his hands over the toilet. All he had to do was drop them. So why was it so hard? He still had time to hide it all away. To pretend this hadn't happened... Keith wouldn't mind. Keith wouldn't blame him... only... For some unknown reason, tears welled in his eyes. Keith would mind. Keith would want to know and help him through this. He'd care. He always fucking cared. Parting the sides of his hands, the tablets poured from his hold, sending water splashing and clinging as they hit the metal bottom. Watching them, he shook his head in anger, lashing out and hitting flush. The moment the water swirled and swept away the tablets, Lance found himself plunging his hand into the toilet basin, trying to get them back as he let out a sob. His hand was only in the water for ticks, unable to find any traces of the tablets. The Cuban wrenching his hand out with a sob. He needed his pills. He couldn't be Leandro without his pills... With a light knock on the door, Keith interrupted his pity party "Lance? You in there?" "Just a dobosh!" Scrambling up, Lance moved to the sink to scrub at his hands. He couldn't hide that he'd been crying. His eyes were too red and teary for that. Scrubbing hard, he scrubbed up both his arms, sniffling back his tears as he did "Lance, are you ok?" "Yeah! Had to pee and kicked my toe!" It was a weak lie. One he was sure Keith would see through once he walked out the bathroom "Hurry up then, I need to pee too" "Ok!" He wasn't finished washing his hands, but was holding Keith up. Shutting the water off, Lance shook his hands off before opening the door for Keith. With impressive bed hair and his tunic shirt hitched up as he scratched at a spot at his side, Keith looked like sex on legs. Lance was barely able to keep from gawking "You've been crying" It wasn't a question but a statement, Lance nodding as he let the same lie slip off his tongue again "I kicked my toe" "You're crying from kicking your toe?" "When you're messed up in the head, even the smallest things can trigger tears. I thought I left you sleeping" "I was, until I woke up needing to pee" "Right! Sorry, sorry, I'll get out of your way" Sliding past Keith, Keith grabbed Lance's arm as he cleared the doorway "Are you sure you're ok?" Pushing a smile to his lips, Lance nodded "Yeah. I'm fine, heading back to bed" "Back to bed? It's nearly lunch time" Quiznak. When had it got so late? "Then I'm going back to my room to check my comms. Hurry up and go pee already" "I'm going already" "Good!" Scurrying away from Keith and the bathroom, Lance mentally berated himself as he did. That had been awkward as hell. Keith knew he was lying, prodding carefully as he tried to get the truth out of him, while Lance was still feel revolted at himself for trying to fish the pills out of the toilet. He couldn't even remember what the blue pills from Erathus did... He hadn't really known, only that popping pills made him feel better which was the main thing and they were relatively cheap which was another big factor in the beginning. Reaching his room he made straight for his bed, climbing in and burying himself beneath the blankets. He'd check his comms and check in with his team members after he got a little more sleep. * Deciding to shower given he was already in the bathroom, Keith forgot about the fact that he needed clothes to change into after the shower. Returning to his room rather than Lance's, Kosmo was laying rather proudly on the clothes of Keith's he'd pulled down from the tiny wardrobe and fashioned into a nest on the bed. It looked as if every bit of fabric had gone into Kosmo's hoard, leaving Keith both angry and apologetic. He'd neglected Kosmo the previous day, and slept with Lance the previous night. His poor wolf was probably feeling put out by the lack of attention. Walking over to his bed, Keith sat on the edge "Come here, Kosmo" Patting his lap, Kosmo dragged himself out the pile though that action was betrayed by his wagging tail "I know boy. I'm sorry. I didn't mean to neglect you. You don't deserve it. How about I get dressed, then we can get you some breakfast? I was going to take you and Lance both for a walk today. Maybe find a stick and play fetch?" Jumping at "fetch", Keith copped a smack to the chin from Kosmo's head in the wolf's enthusiasm. He'd healed up mostly over night from Lance's blow, leaving a small about of bruising in the corner of his eye. Kosmo's head was just as hard, Keith biting the inside of his cheek as he tried to wrangle Kosmo down and prevent taking a paw to the dick "Ooof. Off you doofus. Go annoy Lance. I'm going to have to annoy him for clothes as it, thanks to you. All this needs to be washed!" Trying to scold Kosmo didn't work. Not when he felt bad for leaving his wolf alone for so long "Right. Come on, let's go. Lance's room first, then f-..." Teleporting him mid-sentence, Keith wasn't sure who was more surprised. Keith because he was in his towel, or Lance because they'd teleported right on top of him. Letting out a startled squeak, Lance peaked his head up from under the blanket "What the Quiznak?!" "Sorry! I told Kosmo we were coming and he took it on himself to teleport us" "Kosmo!" Sliding off the bed, the towel caught on Kosmo's paw stripping Keith naked right in front of Lance. Blushing right to the tips of his ears, Lance pulled the blankets over his face while Keith snatched back the towel to restore some dignity "I'm so sorry! He's being a little shit..." "It's ok!" "Lance..." "It's ok! Just get dressed" "I actually need to borrow some clothes. Kosmo destroyed my room" Groaning under the blanket, Lance shoved at the bulk that was Kosmo "You're a menace!" Yipping happily, Kosmo grabbed Lance's blanket in his mouth and teleported over behind Keith. Scrambling up, Lance's eyes landed on Keith again. Covering his eyes with both hands, Lance shook his head "Gargh! Guys! What are you doing to me?! It's too early for this" "I swear, none of this was planned" "I don't care. Please get dressed. You're too hot to look at" "So you think I'm hot?" "Yes! Now put some clothes on" "I don't know. You're a blushing mess right now, and you're adorable" Slumping back down, Lance rolled away from him "I'm not adorable. You're a dick. You're both dicks" Walking around to the side of the bed Lance was facing, Keith sat down next to his not-boyfriend. Pulling Lance's hands from his face, Lance kept his eyes scrunched closed. With how cute he was being, Keith couldn't help tease him a little "Are you embarrassed to look at me?" "Yes!" "Because I'm a guy?" Opening his eyes, Lance frowned up at him "What? No... Why would that be a problem?" Keith could think of fair few reasons why that would be a problem, but wasn't able to keep the slight laughing wobble from his tone "Then why won't you look at me?" Trying to hide his face in his pillow, Lance blushed even harder as he mumbled. The tips of his ears were literally red "Because you're too fucking hot. Look at you. All chiselled with those broad shoulders... it's like... not fair how hot you are" "I'm not that hot. Besides, I'd say you are the better looking one" "Am not. That hair of yours... how is it so silky? You don't even use products" "You're the blushing mess. It's not like you haven't seen me naked before" "And did you think maybe I'm not up to seeing you so hot and naked like right now? There's clothes in the closet..." "Hey, no. I didn't think about that. I was thinking about how cute you looked trying not to look. I'll get dressed in a tick, but there's one thing I want to do first" "I don't think my heart could handle anything else" Leaning in, Keith kissed Lance on the cheek. Lance groaning as he rolled, burying his face completely in his pillow, arse in the air as he curled into a ball. Smiling to himself, Keith climbed off the bed "You handled that fine" "Nope. I'm dead. Please remember me how I used to be. Tell my family I loved them. Here lies Lance, killed by Keith's abs" "You can tell them yourself. Now get up and take a shower. I thought we could head out and spend some time in the sun. Kosmo needs a run" "I have to check my comms" "Which you can do outside, in the sun" "You don't even like the sun" "I don't mind it. We might as well make the most of it until the Telula is up again" "I miss my ship" "You're in your ship" "I miss her. She doesn't randomly land on people then strip naked for no reason" Laughing, Keith walked over to Lance's closet. Opening the door, he started flicking through Lance's clothes "That was Kosmo's fault!" "Yeah, yeah. Blame the wolf. If you want me to get up, you need to get dressed" "It's so hard to choose" "Because I don't have enough black?" "Something like that.." Choosing jeans and white shirt, Keith grabbed the same thing out for Lance. Lance was going to relax and take a break, even if it killed him. * Lance was puffed as he and Keith made it to the top of a sand dune that had seemed a hell of a lot smaller when they were at the bottom of it. Wiping his sweat drenched forehead, he grinned at his best friend. Keith looked just as wrecked, the smile on his face just as wide as his hand took Lance's. Despite the lack of life above ground, the view was amazing. Purple-grey trees laid beyond them, dotted around what looked like a possible lake. With a wild look in his eyes, Lance tugged on Keith's hand "Lance... no" "Come on. You're the one who said we were spending the day outside" "And you're the one who insisted we race up the dune" Rolling his eyes, Lance tugged harder "Technically all I did was look at you. Kosmo can teleport us right over there" "You really want to head down there, don't you?" Lance nodded. He felt like he was hiding the fact he was melting in the sun rather well, especially when he was carrying the supplies in his backpack. Keith had offered to carry everything, but Lance wanted the distraction from both thinking of the tablets he'd flushed away, and the distraction of his mind reminding he'd seen Keith naked before him. He could still feel how hard he'd blushed, his arse growing wet at the sight... as his stomach rolled. Keith wasn't hard, there was nothing truly sexual about the encounter, yet... if they kept on the tangent they were on, sex was inevitable. His body seemingly willing to openly accept Keith despite what they'd been through. Joking and playing it off the best he could, he hoped Keith had chalked it all down to simple embarrassment instead of a pushed down mental panic "Alright. Kosmo, you're up" Taking a series of mini-teleports over to the pocket oasis, Lance was happy to throw himself down in the soft grey grass beneath an equally grey tree. Slinging off his backpack, he dug out three water pouches, splitting the first one open for Kosmo "There's water right there, isn't that why you wanted to come all the way over here?" Rolling his eyes at Keith, Lance held the pouch in his hand while Kosmo lapped deeply "We don't know if that water is safe to touch, let alone drink. And I am sooo not going to be responsible if anything happens to Kosmo" "Want me to check? I can scan it with my comms" "No, it's ok. This is... nice" Now that he'd sat, Lance didn't feel like moving. It was nice, like a little forgotten piece of the world where only the three of them existed. Sitting down beside him, Keith grabbed a water pouch "This is kind of nice. It beats the endless sand" "Right?! Who would have thought their was our own little oasis out here?" "Is it still an oasis if the water's bad?" Finishing the water pouch, Lance put it down then reached to scratch Kosmo's head. The wolf stretching out on the grass with a yawn "Of course it is. We should take photos" "You want to take photos?" Anxiety flared, Lance feeling stupid for asking as he looked past Kosmo to avoid Keith catching his eye "Not if you don't want to. It was stupid to ask" Nudging him with his elbow, Keith went on to rest his head on Lance's shoulder "It wasn't stupid. I was jut surprised. Other than the oasis it's all sand and rocks" "There's you. There's Kosmo. Maybe I want to take photos of the two of you?" Lance knew it wasn't a date, it was Keith taking him away from everyone to distract him from his own thoughts. It was... there first time slipping away from everyone completely since they'd become a not-thing thing. He wanted to make memories of it before things went to quiznak "You want to take photos of me?" "And Kosmo. You make it sound like I'm some kind of a stalker" "Seeing I practically stalked my way back into your life, I give you permission to stalk away" Having been stalked as part of his job, Lance wasn't keen on stalking "I thought it might be nice to... maybe have some photos. Of us..." Keith sat up far too fast, Lance felt even more like an idiot "Oh! Like... us us" Really? How could Keith be so incredibly nice and caring, but be so quiznakking dense "No. You and this tree, you idiot. Why are you picking me on me?" "I'm not picking on you. I'm not great at talking" "We both know that's not true... if anything, I've been the one who's been lousy at talking" "You're doing better. Let's take those photos before you get distracted by your comms again" "You're... actually alright with it?" "Only because it's you" It was now that Lance finally became certain that Keith was going to have him blushing to death before the day was through. Pulling funny faces as Lance took photos with the holopad, Keith had him in stitches as he impersonated all their friends. With their faces only centimetres away from each other, Lance grew more and more aware of how close Keith's lips were. The soft lips that kissed his cheeks, hair and forehead... yet respected that Lance didn't like things against his lips. Fumbling the holopad, Lance wanted to climb into a hole. The lined-up photo had been perfect. Keith looked like the emotionally constipated emo he'd used to be, and Lance had had a genuine smile on his lips. He hadn't realised his breathing had hitched until Keith's hand was taking his "Hey, you're alright. The holopad wasn't damaged" "It's... not that" "Then what is it? Did I do something? "No... no. It was me. I messed up" "You messed up what?" "I dropped the holopad" "You're upset because you dropped the holopad?" "It sounds stupid when you say it like that" "It's not stupid... maybe a little stupid. But it doesn't mean we can't take more photos" "I don't feel like it anymore. I'm sorry. It was a good photo too" "They'll be more opportunities to take more photos in the future" "That's not the point" Leaning back into him, Keith wrapped his arm around him and pressed a kiss to Lance's neck "Then tell me. I don't care if you think it's stupid. I want to know. I can't read your mind" "Are you sure about that? You seem to know more about what's going on with me than I do" "I'm sure. Those secrets are safe in your head until you're ready to tell me" God. Keith was perfect. Lance couldn't deal with it all. He had the full attention of the sweetest guy in the universe "Can you stop being so blindly perfect this morning? I'm going to be dead by lunch if you keep this up" Huffing at him, Keith wasn't making it easier "I'm not doing anything" "You are. You're being all Keith like" "I thought you liked me being "Keith like"" "Ugh. You're frustrating me! You kiss and cuddle me like this and it makes me wish I could kiss you back!" "I didn't mean to make you feel forced" "I know you didn't. I know you wouldn't... I mean... I'm trying to know you wouldn't. But when you're being like this, I want to be able to reach out and kiss you" "Then do you want to tell me about what happened?" "No. Not really..." "You know I'm not going to judge you. I know they gagged you, does the pressure remind you of that? Of the fabric?" Lance shook his head "No. I'm... not ready. It sounds like a cop out, but... I hate making you wait for a time I might even reach" "Lance, those bastards took so much from you. And none of this is fair. It's also not you're fault. Ok? If my kissing you and holding you is too much, I'll back off. Whatever you're comfortable with is more than enough for me" "No... I mean... it throws me off, but you... it's not bad. I'm still trying to adjust to the fact that you're actually here. And that you're real" "Is it that unbelievable that I could love you?" "It is, after what happened" "You're overthinking things. Before you say it, I know you can't help it. Now, if we're not going to take photos what do you want to do?" Lance was up for anything that might mean dropping the subject of kissing Keith... even if he maybe wanted to try but was too scared of the possible outcome "Check my comms. I've got people out on missions and I want to make sure they're all ok" "Then I'm going to take a nap. Wake me up for lunch" "You mean afternoon tea. We had breakfast at lunch time" "It's space, it doesn't count" "It does too count" "Then we're agreeing to disagree..." Interrupted by a ringing comms, Lance grabbed his backpack and began pawing through everything until he found it was his black communicator ringing, peering over, Keith couldn't see in "Is it mine or yours?" "Mine. My personal one. Do you want your while I'm here?" "You aren't going to answer?" "It's a message, which I'm going to answer once you tell me if I'm getting your comms out or not?" "Leave it. I'm not expecting a call" "Alright, but if your mum calls, you're explaining why you didn't answer" "It's fine. She's not that bad" "Riiiight. Her and Kolivan... that's the ultimate power couple right there" "Don't I know it" "Exactly why I wouldn't be missing their call. Kolivan's blank stare is a thing of nightmares" "His smile is even worse... it's like he doesn't quite know how" "Your mother's hot. He better be treating her right" "You think my mother's hot?" Crap... it'd slipped out... "Not as hot as her half-Galra son?" "That's better. Are you ever coming out of that backpack?" "I was thinking of staying in here. I can't accidentally call your mum hot if I'm lost in here" Pulling the backpack away, Keith threw it down near their feet "I'd rather you not be lost in there. Who's the message from?" Right. Message. His communicator. That thing. Clumsily turning his communicator up the right way, Keith didn't comment so Lance told himself it didn't matter. Opening up the message, he drew his brow in confusion. The last thing he wanted to do was drag Keith off into something when Keith really needed a break from dealing with him "It's from Hunk..." "Hunk? What does he want?" "I don't know, it's a video message" So much for settling his nerves by distracting himself with his communicator. He should have just ignored it "Do you want me to open it?" "I can work my own communicator!" Snapping at Keith, Lance took a deep breath "Sorry. I'm sorry. I wasn't expecting a message from him. We barely talk anymore, and I honestly don't even know how to reconnect anymore. I feel like... I'm the stupid one for missing our time on the castle" "I miss it too. I don't miss you being worried and taking care of everyone, but I do miss Black... After flying our lions, no other ship compares. Are you sure you don't want me to open it?" Keith was right about the ship thing. Lance missed Red's touch in the back of his mind so much he'd wondered if it'd ever been as soothing in real life as the memories of it seemed to be. When Red had left, he'd left Lance to take the full brunt of his emotions... which he really hadn't been equipped to handle. In a way, Keith was like having Red back... "No, but you can stay like that and watch it with me" Nuzzling into him, Keith nodded "That I can do" Shaking slightly, Lance opened the message "Hey, Bud! It's been forever! Well, I suppose you're wondering why I'm calling. See, I'm planning on proposing to Shay, and wanted your advice but my last message about wanting to talk must of gotten lost. Ha ha ha. Shiro said you and Keith were out on a mission! He's good... Shiro I mean. He missed you. We all do. You're probably sneaking around with Keith right now, so don't... uh, worry about calling back... unless you want to. No pressure man. Say "Hi" to Keith if he's there. I'm sure I can figure out how to propose to Shay. I mean... is a ring in a cupcake too much? You know what, I'll ask Shiro, or Curtis. Curtis is good too... so... yeah... I'll see ya round, buddy" Lance felt himself tearing up. He was so quiznakking happy for Hunk, but felt so incredibly shit that Hunk thought he wouldn't call back over something so important. He'd wanted to be Hunk's friend. He knew everyone thought him flaky, but he thought Hunk knew him better than that. He wasn't great, but he could be together enough to be there for Hunk "Lance?" "I'm a... terrible friend" "What? No" "You heard him. He thinks I don't care" "He knows you care" "Does he? He didn't even think I'd call back" "Call back now" Lance shook his head firmly "I can't do that" "You can. I'm here with you" "I'm crying" "Because you're happy for him" Lance was beginning to wonder if Keith had ever experienced anxiety, or if his anxieties decided to fuck him over in different ways. He felt sick. Like he'd missed the bottom step and been jolted out of place "I... don't know what to say. My marks aren't showing... what..." "Shhh. Hey. Breathe for me. You just need to breathe. I'll do the talking" "But my marks? I can't..." "Make-up. We're on a mission remember?" "A mission?" "That's right. This is a mission for Hunk's happiness. We're going to call him back" Lance didn't want to be that friend. Or that person. He didn't want to be petty over the fact Hunk had been busy with Shay and work. He truly wanted to be happy, purely happy, so why did he have to feel so sick? Before things had gone to hell on the castle, Hunk had been his best friend. His friend he really thought he could tell anything too. Until he started teasing him over his feelings for Allura. Now that he thought about it, he wondered if Hunk had thought Allura agreed to go on a date with him as a practical joke... or as a rebound because she'd discovered how nice it was to have someone by your side. The thought of Hunk laughing fed his anxieties. If Hunk had laughed at him wanting to date Allura, didn't that mean he thought Lance was nothing more than a joke? Way out of her league? "Lance, it's going to be ok. The sooner we call back, the sooner that ball of anxiety will lessen" Snorting, Lance tried to deflect "How do you know I'm anxious?" "Because you're as in my lap as you can get without actually climbing into my lap?" "Sorry" Shuffling forward, he didn't get far. Keith wouldn't let him go "It's nice to know you trust me. So trust me with this, ok? If it gets too much, or you feel like you can't breathe, squeeze my hand and I'll find a way to end the call" God. He shouldn't be like this. It was just Hunk. Hunk never got mad at anyone. He was like a teddy bear personified "Alright... thank you... This feels like when you called out of nowhere" "You were this anxious?" "You have no idea. I can barely keep up with Veronica without letting her know I'm... like this... It's gotta be bad when you're scared of Hunk" Kissing his hair, Keith repositioned them slightly "You'll be fine. I've got you" "I really hope so..."

[goldenworldsabound]

Modern AU: Museum Date

This is the last modern AU fic for a bit, but I wanna come back to it! Direct follow to the confession scene. First dates are weird, but even weirder when your weird kids are being weird. Wack.

Wendy hadn’t been up for long when Viren began messaging her.

“Good morning!

It turns out that I’d promised Claudia we’d go on a family outing to the art museum.

I know it’s probably not exactly the date you had in mind, but...would you like to come?”

She smiled at the text, almost forgetting to check her calendar before making her response.

“That sounds wonderful.

Your kids were pretty delightful last time I met them. :)”

She added the last bit with a bit of a smirk on her face. They had been...not too subtle about what they were doing at the company picnic. She had brushed it off at the time, but there was intentionality she couldn’t ignore now, since she knew that Viren really did have feelings for her. Her heart fluttered at that thought.

That was right. They were...dating now? He’d totally used the word “date” in his message. She blushed, putting her hands over her face. She was so thrilled. Were they going to hold hands?! And stare into each other’s eyes unabashedly over dinner-

Her phone chimed. She took a hand off her face to pick up her phone, reading the message. More began to come in as he continued to type.

“Haha...delightful…

Thank you.

Do you need a ride?

Oh! We’re planning to be at the museum around 2 pm. Does that work?”

Right, kids. This was not going to be a romantic candle lit museum date. Would they even hold hands…? She’d never wanted to hold a hand this bad in her life.

“I usually take the bus but of course any more time I can spend with you…;)”

She giggled a little as she sent the message, feeling flirty. There was one thing she was curious about though. Her finger hovered over the send button nervously, until she finally screwed up her courage and sent the question.

“Did you tell them that we’re dating?”

He started to type a response. He stopped. He started again. She watched her phone nervously.

“...I did now.

I tried to make it clear they shouldn’t be weird about it but I give you a 99% chance they’re going to be weird about it.

I’m sorry in advance. They’re just very excited, it would seem.”

She could practically see him slumping his shoulders and looking exhausted already. It was a classic dramatic Viren reaction she’d seen at work numerous times. She tapped back her response.

“Lol. I’ll try not to be weird as well ;p”

“No, you can be as weird as you want!

Er, I mean

...let’s just leave it at that.”

“Hmm sounds good. I’ll see you then. :)”

She hesitated a moment, but decided to send a heart emoji as well. She squealed when she received one back.

Overcome with joy from the entire exchange, she pressed her phone against her bosom, blushing and smiling. She’d have to pick a cute outfit, but not too sexy, since the kids would be there, but she definitely did wanna seem like she’d dressed up-

There was a lot to do before 2 pm, and yet she felt it couldn’t come fast enough.

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She’d picked out a cute outfit - a longish white skirt with pastel colors, and pastel green top tucked in. It was in good taste, she thought, even if the top had a bit of a deeper v-neck than she had initially wanted.

When the doorbell rang Wendy practically ran to get it, grinning as she opened the door and saw Viren standing there. She was pleased to note he was wearing a black button down tucked neatly into his jeans, a little fancier than usual.

“Hi!” She said excitedly, noting that the kids were not with him at the door. In a spur of the moment decision, she hugged him, to his surprise.

“Hey.” He replied, blushing a little, returning the hug. They broke apart and Wendy bent down to tie her shoes. “Are you, uh, excited?” He asked.

“Oh! Yes, I’ve been looking forward to this all day.” She admitted, smiling as she stood up. “And the art museum is a nice bonus to getting to spend time with you.” She added, winking and sticking her tongue out.

He blushed. “Me, too. I’m glad you could come.” He sighed a little, smiling. “Soren and Claudia are...also pretty excited. They, uh...I can’t control what comes out of their mouths, and I’m sorry. I tried to remind them not to be weird-”

“It’s okay, Viren, I’m not gonna like, freak out cause your kids are super excited to see us dating. I’m sure it’s fine.” She grabbed her purse and they headed to the car. Wendy could see that Claudia had been staring out the window, while Soren seemed to be doing something on his phone. Claudia waved. Wendy waved back.

She heard Viren sigh again before he walked over to the driver’s side and she hopped into the passenger side.

“HI WENDY!” Claudia practically yelled, leaning forward. “It’s so good to see you!” She had a huge grin on her face. Wendy was touched by how happy she seemed to be.

Soren put his phone away, attention also focused on Wendy. “Was hoping we’d see you again.” He added.

“It’s good to see both of you too.” Wendy replied. “Thanks for letting me crash your family outing.” She saw Viren roll his eyes out of the corner of her vision before he started to drive.

“Oh that’s noooo problem at all!” Claudia said, waving her hand dismissively.

“Yeah, it’s just the art museum so it’ll probably be more interesting with you along.” Soren rolled his eyes in a way that reminded Wendy distinctively of what she’d just seen Viren do.

“Soren! The art museum is great, you just don’t have the taste to appreciate it.” Claudia crossed her arms, glaring at her brother.

“Yeah whatever.” Soren grumbled back.

“Kids…” Viren warned.

“Anyway, how was the trip?!” Claudia asked. Soren returned to his phone, only half paying attention now. “Dad said the presentation went well!”

“Uh, yeah, that was great. It was a pretty fast trip but uh not too bad I’d say.” Wendy replied, wracking her brain for anything interesting they’d done. Other than...the night in the hotel…

“Did you do anything fun out there?”

“Not really...not a lot of time. Had some good food to celebrate but I mean, it was a really early morning, so...just went to sleep early.” Wendy lied, smiling innocently.

“Sooo, when did you and Dad-”

“Claudia.” Viren interrupted. “Do not ask what I think you’re going to ask or you will be grounded.” He was scowling, but upon glancing at Wendy, softened into a slightly sheepish look. She stifled a desire to laugh at seeing him speak so seriously.

Claudia sighed, pouting. “Fiiine.” She looked thoughtful. “Okay, new question! Do you play any video games?”

Wendy grinned and turned to look back at Claudia. “Yes. Very yes.”

And so the car ride passed without further incident.

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Claudia was ecstatic as they wandered the museum, alternating between talking to Soren and talking to Wendy and Viren about her thoughts on the art. Wendy was happy to engage her, pointing out her own thoughts. Soren was less inclined, but he seemed to be entertaining himself by striking the poses various paintings and sculptures had, admiring his own physique with joy, and the frequency with which Claudia found his posing amusing.

Wendy and Viren stayed close together, mostly quietly observing the art. She kept finding herself glancing at his hands, trying to work up the courage to grab his hand. But he hadn’t been exaggerating about his kids - they were a little overbearing, and they were both clearly watching closely to see what would happen.

She thought it was ludicrous that she had slept with the man but she couldn’t bring herself to grab his hand. Finally as Claudia and Soren turned a corner in the gallery, safely out of sight, she reached over and hesitantly brushed her fingers against his hand. He looked at her, smiling at her slightly flushed face, and then took her hand into his.

“Is that why you kept looking at me oddly?” He commented. “You were looking at my hands?”

She blushed, caught off guard by the fact that he’d noticed that. “Shush, you aren’t supposed to acknowledge that you noticed things like that!” She reprimanded him in a mock angry tone. “...but yes.” She coughed, shaking her head as if to clear the blush from her face. “We should go to the next section.” She started walking, pulling Viren along behind her, with a little happy smile on his face.

Wendy was pleased and relieved that Claudia and Soren were both preoccupied with a large sculpture in the middle of the room. It was abstract, and they seemed to be arguing over what they thought it was. She was secretly hoping they wouldn’t notice the hand holding at all, though that seemed unlikely. Or that they’d have the discretion not to make a huge deal out of it in the quiet museum. That seemed...likely, right?

Claudia wandered over to them, and Wendy visibly saw her eyes flick to their held hands. She got a huge grin on her face and squeaked a little. At noticing Viren's scowl, she reduced her grin to a smile, and begin to push Soren away.

"Let's go over here Sor-bear!" She said, winking at Viren, who groaned slightly at the extreme lack of subtlety. Soren, having just noticed the hand holding, gave a slow thumbs up before letting Claudia drag him away.

Wendy laughed a little despite her blush, while Viren put his free hand over his face in annoyance.

"Subtle. Extremely subtle." He muttered under his breath. Wendy pressed a quick kiss to his cheek.

"Not at all, but…they're trying." She whispered back, enjoying the light blush on his face from her surprise kiss. She squeezed his hand. "Anyway, what do you think about this piece?"

He glanced at the painting for a moment. “Seems nice.”

Wendy snorted at him. “You barely even looked at it.” She teased. “What, am I too much of a distraction?” She asked, acting like she hadn’t just spent the last 20 minutes staring at his hands thinking about holding them.

To her surprise, he blushed. “Well, I! I, uh...maybe.” He slumped, leaning against her, making sure to put some of his weight on her.

She stumbled a step in surprise. “Hey now!” She blushed herself as he smiled sheepishly at her and straightened up. “You bastard.” She grinned. “Well, look, I really like this piece, so can I tell you about it?”

He nodded. “Sure. That sounds nice.” He gestured with his free hand at the painting. “Teach me your ways.”

“Alright, so, for me, this piece is all about the texture. It’s an oil painting so there’s a lot you can do with that.” Wendy spoke softly but excitedly about her thoughts on the piece. Viren found himself as engaged as when she talked to him about a work problem - actually, perhaps even more. Work stuff was emotionless and dry, but this...there was emotion and feeling and subjectivity behind every word. “So...yeah. What do you think?”

Viren blinked, still definitely thinking about how pretty she looked while she talked passionately about this. “Oh, um...yes, the contrast of the hard and soft shading definitely adds a neat effect. The whole things feels very...like an almost forgotten memory.”

“Oh! So you were listening.” Wendy smiled genuinely, despite the way her words came off. “That’s a great way to describe it too, I hadn’t considered that element as much. Very astute for someone who looked so distracted.” Now she was definitely teasing, squeezing his hands gently and sticking her tongue out a little.

“I mean, I admit, I was also admiring how beautiful you looked discussing it, less like a forgotten memory, and, and...more like a...future...memory?” He blushed a little as he realized how cheesy that sounded. Wendy blushed too, both of them looking away shyly.

“You’re very sweet.” She murmured back, squeezing his hand again. “Um, next painting I guess?”

He nodded, letting her lead him. As they turned, they noticed Claudia and Soren running over to a painting, having clearly just been watching Viren and Wendy. Viren groaned slightly, scowling, while Wendy turned pink again.

It wasn’t that he didn’t want them here - of course, Claudia had been the one most excited to come. He just wished they’d be less weird about it. He appreciated that they were providing space, but at the same time...he didn’t want them to feel like they couldn’t hang out with him and Wendy. They just needed to act like...normal!

As if reading his thoughts, Wendy tilted her head towards where the kids were trying to nonchalantly pretend to be absorbed with a painting, and walking over to them.

“So...what do you think about that one?” Wendy asked Claudia. Claudia paused a moment, thinking. Suddenly, she tapped her nose excitedly with a smile.

“I think what I like about it, is that it reminds me of Soren!” She exclaimed.

Soren raised a brow. “What?”

“Oh! Yeah! I can see it!” Wendy replied, using her free hand to tap Viren’s shoulder excitedly.

He looked at her with a baffled expression. “I’m sorry? That doesn’t look anything like Soren.” Viren squinted at the painting, still confused.

“Yeah, I’m way more muscular than...that! I don’t even know what that is.” Soren added, gesturing at the painting.

“You don’t know what it is, yet you’re sure you’re more muscular than it?” Claudia asked, puzzled.

“Well, yeah, duh.” Soren shrugged at her.

“I’m sorry, can one of you explain?” Viren chimed in again, rolling his eyes with an exasperated look.

“It’s kind of got the feeling of Soren.” Wendy answered, nodding sagely.

“Yeah, like, there’s these confident lines over here, and the way this flows is like muscles and stuff, and…” Claudia pointed out a great deal on the painting, drawing flattering conclusions about how it related to her brother. By the time she was done, Soren was grinning.

“Wow, art is the best!!!” Soren declared, putting a hand on Claudia’s shoulder. “I’m gonna find one that represents you!” He ran off to do so, Claudia close behind as they hemmed and hawed at every piece, declaring it “Claudia-like” or “Sor-bear-esque”, or even “BIG DAD ENERGY”. And, to Wendy’s surprise, even one or two that were, “Wendy-rific”.

Viren was thrilled. Even if he continued his act of being grumpy when they pointed out something weird and called it “BIG DAD ENERGY”, he was very happy. And whenever he looked at Wendy, she was smiling. And the kids were having a great time too. It was perfect.

She...was perfect.

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The day came to close, and it was time to drop Wendy off at her apartment. She said good-bye to the kids, and Viren walked her to the door, fully aware that Claudia and Soren would be watching intently.

His heart pounded in his chest. Even without the additional audience...what was appropriate as a good-bye?! A hug? Kiss on the forehead? Both? A deeper kiss?! But the kids were watching so that one was definitely out-

She unlocked the door, and turned to look at him.

“Thank you, for letting me join you and your family.” Wendy said, smiling bashfully, blushing already. She found her words awkwardly formal towards this man she’d already known for a year.

“Oh! The pleasure was all ours. You saw how happy Soren and Claudia were to see you...a-and how happy I was.” He took her hands in his, lifting them both up to his lips for quick kisses. She blushed, but giggled.

“I was really happy too. Let’s...do more of this?” She bit her lip, looking up at him. Viren nodded quickly, eliciting a laugh from the both of them.

“We can plan more, for sure.” He glanced back at the car, immediately regretting that when he saw Claudia and Soren plastered against the window, watching. Wendy seemed to notice as well, looking startled for a moment. “Well, I better go, those two are, er, getting restless...I guess…”

Wendy thought that maybe she should kiss him. But she hesitated. It was extra hard to make these decisions with an audience. No, better not, she decided reluctantly.

“Fair enough, Viren. I’ll see you at work Monday.” They shared a quick hug, before Wendy stepped into her apartment, watching Viren walk back to his car, and watching him drive off, before finally closing the door.

[iheartgrayson]

back rubbing | grayson dolan

💘SMUT💘

*REQUESTED*

SUMMARY: GRAYSON OFFERS TO GIVE YOU A MESSAGE WITH HIS MASSIVE HANDS AND YOU CAN’T RESIST.

WC: 2.3K

- Smut request U and Grayson r dating and he gives u a massage with his nice strong arms and u get turned on-anonymus

You struggled to open the door to your house as you tried to support the big luggage on the other and a bag on your shoulder. Today was the day that you were returning from a business trip to Toronto and all you wanted was to relax and spent some time with your boyfriend Grayson.

You walked inside the house and threw your stuff on the sides as your eyes searched for him. You knew that he was home because his car was outside your parking lot. Since there was no sight of Grayson on the first floor he must be upstairs on your bedroom.

You took off your shoes and run upstairs and straight to your bedroom. The door was slightly opened, you heard noise but there was no light so you burst inside.

Grayson was on the bed, on top of the bed sheets and his phone on his hands while a video was playing. He looked up as soon as he heard you. His eyes lighten up and a wide smile spread across his lips. “Babe!” He exclaimed and got up from the bed and run to you and embraced in his big arms. “Oh, I missed you so much.”

“I missed too, Gray.” You said and hugged him back as tight as possible. You kissed his cheek and got apart to look at each other.

“Look at you, you got bigger.” He said with disbelief as you rolled your eyes.

“You’re kidding me right? It was only a week Grayson. Not a decade.” You walked to the back and threw yourself on top of it, landing with a loud bang. “So, what were you doing before I came?”

“I was watching videos of us. I missed you so much and that was the only thing I had.” he answered and you could see his cheeks turning red. Damn, he was so cute.

“Hey, it’s good. Actually it’s adorable. I love you so much, you goofy.” You said and grabbed his hands and threw him on the bed, next to you. Grayson turned on his side so he could look at you while you remain on your original position.

“So, how was your trip?”

“Tiring and exhausting. Especially the damn airplane. It was so full and there were some dushbags in front of me that though sleeping with the chair fallen back at me was smart. And don’t let me tell you about that lady that slept for four hours straight on my shoulder while there was a toddler hitting my chair from behind.” you said irritated while rubbing your eyes.

Grayson laughed at your response. “Seems like everything happened to you, baby.”

“Yeah, you can’t imagine. My back hurts like hell.” you groaned but an idea popped on your boyfriend’s little head.

“Do you want me to rub your back?” He questioned you as his eyes looked at your face and had a small smile.

You didn’t even thought about it. You took off your T-shirt and threw it on your feet, leaving you in your bra, while turning to lay on your stomach so Grayson could rub your back. You felt movement on the bed and waited for the action to happen. Two seconds later you felt a very cold liquid on your back making you hiss.

“What the fuck is this?” You asked Grayson.

“Oil, I heard that it is suitable for back rubbing. Now, you need to relax and let me do my job. Alright?” His voice was so soft that instantly you relaxed while nodding your head.

“Okay.”

As the cold oil run down your back you felt Grayson’s big hands on your back. They were warm in addition to the oil and that was amazing. He started working first at your shoulders were all the pain was.

At first he was slow but soon he started rubbing harder earning a loud moan from you. It was good.

“Yeah, like that babe.”

After keeping a satisfying amount of time there, his hands roamed further down while his fingers worked magic. It felt like you were getting a new whole brand body.

“How does it feel, sweetheart?” Grayson questioned you while he stole a glance at you before returning to his job.

You turned your face to the side to take a breath too. “Fucking amazing. Shit. It is sooo good Gray.”

Last it was your waist. As soon as his hands went there you felt a funny feeling going through your whole body. The way his giant hands worked there, so near your ass made you feel things.

You felt yourself start getting wet. It had been a whole week without Grayson and you sure as hell you missed him. You swallowed hardly and slowly you rose your body making Grayson confused.

“I am not finished. Why you got up?” He asked you with his eyebrows raised. You smirked at him.

“I just had a better idea to make me feel good.” You answered but the confused look he still supported on his face told you that he didn’t know what you were meaning.

You got up and sat on his legs since he was on top of bed, each one outside his own, and your hands wrapped around his neck. You looked deeply in his eyes and fall in love all over again. They were a shiny green color and they were full of love. That boy stole your heart and he owned every bit of it.

“I love you so much.” Your told him and leaned down, your lips crushing on his, and made out for a whole minute before you fall apart to take a breath.

“Yeah, I know.” He said and pecked your lips and he had a wide sheepish smile on his gorgeous face.

You pushed him back on the bed and your hands worked with the hem of his shirt and pulled it off him quickly. His hard chest making contact with my eyes and you felt your nipples getting hard at the sight of him. Grayson just looked at you, letting you do whatever you please with him just for this one time, and enjoyed the view.

“Damn, you are so beautiful. I missed you so much.” He bit his upper lips and his eyes explored your body as you got up and took off your leggings leaving you only on your bra and panties.

After a second you pulled them off too now leaving you completely naked in front of your boyfriend who was half naked. You saw as he gulped and a whimper came out of his mouth.

“Do you like the view?” You asked him with a smirk as you climbed back again on top of him. Your bare pussy now on top of his clothed rock hard dick.

Grayson didn’t need more than a second to get hard, just a single though could make his thick cock rise, and it was so fucking hot.

“I believe you can feel the answer.” He told you. His giant hands now slapped on your hips and moved you slightly on his cock. “Fuck, you make me so damn hard baby.”

“Oh, I know.” You decided to tease him a bit as you grabbed both of your boobs on your hands and played with your hard nipples. Your cold fingers made a shiver run down your spine, wishing it was Grayson’s hands instead. You moaned loudly and close your eyes in pleasure.

“Fuck.” He hissed and his hands moved fast your body and they landed on your boobs, slapping your hands away. They were naturally big and Grayson’s biggest weakness.

As he played with them, our hands fall on your side and then started rocking your hips on his cock. You always dry humped him but only for a teasing but right now you had something different in mind.

“Grayson?” You dragged his name as you opened your eyes and looked at his face.

“Mmm?” He hummed.

“Can I please, please myself on your life this?” You suddenly questioned him making him look at you in shock. He stood there frozen for a second before nodding his head fast.

“Yeah, fuck yes. That would be hot, just do it, come on.” He said and after leaving your boobs his hands grabbed your hips and tried to move them on top of him. You smiled at this and nodded your head.

You suited yourself on top of him and after feeling his dick on your wet heat, after leaving a loud moan, you started rocking your body back and forth. Back and forth.

Fuck! That is so fucking amazing. You thought to yourself as Grayson’s pants came in contact with your swollen clit making you feel truly fantastic.

“I was so right. It is fucking hot.” Grayson said more to himself than to you as hell watched every single movement you made on top of him and groaned couple times at the feeling. He was rocking hard and you could feel every bit of it.

Couple more trusts and you squirted. It was an ability you had discover two months ago with the beloved boy under you. You had made a big mess on top of him but Grayson couldn’t care at the moment. He was just so much turned on by the whole scene that he couldn’t bring his mind to care about anything than just to shove his dick inside you.

With a big breath you fall on your his chest, leaving small wet kisses on it. “Gray, it felt so damn good.” You moaned sending vibrations to his body which made Grayson moan too.

You moved down more until you reached his lower body. You looked up at his face and saw that he was looking down at you with a lustful look. You smirked and grabbed the hem of his pants along with his boxers and moved then down with a fast motion. His cock hit his lower stomach and you saw as precum licked out of it.

He exhaled one deep breath as his cock got freed and fall back on the bed on his back, his hands wide apart and chest raising fast. You grabbed his dick in your hands and guided him slowly in your mouth but Grayson’s hands grabbed your hair fast and pulled you away.

“I can’t take foreplay now. I just need to be buried inside you.” He explained and got up as well from the bed and took off his clothes. “On your hands and knees now.”

It was one of the very few times he was dominant and it got you excited. You did as you were told. You turned your head back to look at Gray and you found him looking at you admiring the view in front of him. “Fuck, baby. I can see that your little pussy is so fucking wet.”

“Only for you Gray.” you said and bent your upper half a little down so your ass could be higher in the air. You heard Grayson whistled and then the bed shaken underneath you. You got ready for what it was about to come and two seconds later Grayson trusted fast his cock inside you.

You almost forgot how big and thick he was.

“FUCKKK.”

“Shit. You got tighter or what?” He asked surprised at your tightness and stood still for a moment told let you adjust to his size, something you could never done because he was simply huge.

“Move Grayson, move.” You panted and he immediately obligated. His hips hit the back of yours hard, the slapping echoing through the silent room, and his dick stretching your walls. Your eyeballs rolled back at the steady, hard and deep rhythm of his trusts.

His hands gripped your waist to steady himself and his eyes closed in pleasure. Sweat run down both of your foreheads as the room felt hotter by the second.

“Deeper Grayson.” You told him. Grayson nodding his head, he moved his body as closer to you as possible and the tip of his cock hit the sensitive skin inside you that made your body shook under him.

He stopped for a moment because he felt himself closer to the end and he didn’t want to finish just yet. “Why did you stop?” You asked him annoyed.

“Come on, get up. I have an idea.” He said and after sliding off you, you got up and waited for him to speak. “Move towards the window and face in front.”

You walked over the large window and with a confused look Grayson smacked himself back inside you and started bumping fast and hard. You moaned as you collided to the cold glass, your nipples getting hard again by the cold and you looked outside to see if anyone was watching you. There were some people walking by but no one looked at you.

Grayson peaked a faster rhythm that made his hard balls hit you and then your body hitting the window. One of Grayson’s hands that were around your waist reached down to your clit and started toying with it. “Oh.My.God.” you said with every trust.

“Come on baby girl. Cum all over my dick.” Grayson told you. He knew you were close, he knew your body too well.

“Shit. I’m-I’m close babe.”

He made circle moves on your clit and that was when you lost it. Your eyes rolled back to your skull and your body let your fluids run down your pussy and into Grayson’s cock.

His hand left your clit and then found your shoulder and he took a glance down at your bodies as he tried to reach his own high.

You were panting uncontrollably since your body was still moving. With a small smile you clenched your walls around Grayson feeling that vein on him making him groan. “Do that again.”

Once again you did as you were told and clenched around him and then you felt Grayson standing still and his warm seed filling you up. His head fall on yours as you heard him breathing hard.

 “That was such a good welcoming Gray.” You said and turned to look at him as you kissed his lips.

“Yep. You need to leave more often if the sex is that good afterwards.” He commented making the both of you laugh.

[kimonobeat]

aiko bon “Profile Interview” Chapter 5 (2/3)

ーWhat kinds of part-time jobs did you do the most of?

aiko: I worked part-time at my dad’s bar when I was in junior college. I wasn’t gonna get to see my dad as much when I started living on my own, you know? It was honestly just an excuse to see each other. My goal when working there was to show up and let him see that I was doing just fine. I think I actually went there about 4 or 5 days a week. but it didn’t really matter how much I did or didn’t go, he gave me 50,000 yen a month. I’d work maybe 3 or 4 hours at a time and would  just make it in time for the last train going home.

ーWhat was it like working with your dad?

aiko: I was so tired…… It wasn’t embarrassing or awkward at all. The customers always wanted to talk about the Hanshin Tigers though. I don’t know. Some people would also say horrible stuff to me too, like, “Oh, you wanna be a singer, huh? Just quit now while you’re ahead.” My dad didn’t get any super nasty customers or anything. I don’t think they meant it quite like that.

ーSo was that the only place you experienced working at part-time?

aiko: No, I had a few part-time jobs in high school too. The first job I ever had in my entire life was being a miko. My friends told me to give it a try during my freshman year of high school because “the pay was good”. I decided to keep it a secret from my parents. Then I was hospitalized with appendicitis right before I was supposed to start. Once I’d healed, I started going regularly and was a miko during wedding ceremonies. I get this feeling I tied a pretty loose knot between sooo many couples. It might as well have not even been a knot. (laughs)

ーDid part of you want to do that job because of the outfit you got to wear?

aiko: There was that too, but I used to love doing interesting things like that. I didn’t really want a regular part-time job. Being a miko was a pretty interesting job though. “If you’re family of the groom, please sit over here. If you’re family of the bride, please sit over here.” I had all those lines memorized. Then I’d hand it off to someone else for the San San Kudo part. After working as a miko, I had a job where I had to wear a mascot suit too.

ーOne of those jobs where you put on a mascot suit and gesture around?

aiko: Yeah. I used to go to amusement parks and do Anpanman shows too. I was Butaman though, so I wore a Butaman suit. I was Rapitan at Tojouko Land, and this character named ‘Kotaro’ who was the mascot for a bearing company in the Midousuji parade. The Kotaro suit had these two, round eyes for a head, and the body was a silver outfit that sort of looked like an F1 racer. Anyway, I got into the Kotaro costume but it was so hot, I was just waiting around without the head on. The cameramen who came over to photograph the race queens asked if it was okay to take pictures of ME! (laughs) I was like, “Me? Really!?”

ーAnd you didn’t mind, did you? (laughs)

aiko: The parade was exhausting, though. I couldn’t see because I had this thing on my head, so I had these girls holding my hands to guide me along the entire time. I walked for over an hour holding balloons and just looking at the ground the entire time saying, “Are we there yet? How about now?” Oh, and I just thought of another one. You know when “Itadakimasu” was making rounds to each province? I was in the lion costume. (laughs) The costume was so big on me it just flapped around. I did quite a few costume jobs for dispatch companies. I worked at Lawson part-time too. I quit after about a month though.

ーWas it too ‘normal’ for you?

aiko: Yeah. It just made me wanna sleep sooo bad. When you work part-time at night, you have so much free time. I was SO sleepy. I think I already slept too much as it was. Another part-time job I had was working as an OMC card in a call center as an operator. My job was to answer customers’ questions, like, “Will this be a recurring payment? What's my balance? How much do I have left on the account?” over the phone. I was once a beer girl at baseball games. I worked part-time at Mister Donuts too. I couldn’t stay at any of them for long though. It didn’t matter what job it was, I just couldn’t do it.

ーWhat kinds of things did you do most often when you were hanging out with your friends in your junior college days?

aiko: Hmmm… I’d shoot the breeze talking about dumb stuff with this one guy who was a year below me, or with my other classmates. We also enjoyed bowling and karaoke. Everyone was always trying to get me to come to parties, but I’ve never really been interested in stuff like that. Just look at it this wayーI’m pretty sensitive, so. (laughs) So whenever I went to parties, I’d just end up feeling super exhausted by the whole thing. I’m also not really a big fan of people who know tons of drinking songs. I mean, you’re just forcing yourself to drink, you know what I mean? Like, they start singing, “Nagai’s gonna drink~ Nagai’s gonna drink~ Nagai’s gonna drink it in 5 seconds~”, and then you’ve gotta chug the whole thing while everyone else counts, “One, clap clap. Two, clap clap. Three, clap clap.” I have this image in my head that people who know a lot of those just play too hard. I always thought to myself, “If I ever followed them, they’d ditch me on Mount Ikoma.”

ーWhat does that mean?

aiko: There’s a mountain in Osaka called Mt. Ikoma. The Ikoma Cemetery and Ikoma Amusement Park are there to. Anyway, I was always worried someone would bring me to the top of the mountain and ditch me there. If they were hitting on me, I thought sure I’d get left behind. I was too scared to ever go no matter how often people invited me. I always had it in my head that if I followed them, at the end they’d try to kiss me, take all the money I hadーor depending on the placeーshoot me. (laughs)

ー(laughs) So mixer parties were off the table, then.

aiko: Of course they were. My classmates went to quite a few though. They were always asking, “Hey aiko, we’re going… to a mixer, wanna come?” I’d always answer, “Oh, nah, thanks though.” Especially because that was right around the time the economic bubble burst. Things still had that bubble afterglow back then, though. Y’know, around the time “Konya wa Boogie Back” came out? That was back when you called guys Ashi-kun or Mitsgu. A couple girls I knew had Ashi-kuns of their own. “What’re you gonna do when you graduate, then?” I’d ask, and they’d just say, “Hm, get a job I guess?” That’s why I kinda just, I don’t know, felt like I was too different for all that. I would’ve never been satisfied with stopping after music school. Because of that, I only keep in touch with one of the friends I made when I was at music school. Her name’s Toshie. Whenever I have a concert I still make sure to tell her to come every day. We keep in touch.

ーWas she one of your classmates as a popular music vocal major?

aiko: Yeah, she was. She’s all about Japanese drums and yoga right now. (laughs) I’ve been blessed with friends that constantly make me think to myself, “Wow, we share a real bond” ever since I was a high school student. I had friends like that in high school too. Toshie was that friend for me in music school. When I stopped going to school completely, she’d bring me small amounts of rice at a time in plastic bags and hang them on my doorknob. “I’m worried about you,” she said. “Make sure to eat.”

ーYou’ve had friends like that help you out in all kinds of ways, haven’t you?

aiko: I really have. I used to have these friends who would come over to my house every day whenever I’d just broken up with someone. That’s why I’m still friends with those people now. Just recently I got a package in the mail from one of those friends out of the blue. I was like, “What’s this?” Then I looked in the cardboard box and saw all this “Oi Ocha” in it. It said, “Please drink a bunch.” (laughs) They knew I loved “Oi Ocha” so they sent me some as a gag gift. Now that I think about it, some of my friends send me text messages every single day that say, “I love you aiko!” too. (laughs)

ーAre most of your friends people you met when you were in high school?

aiko: My high school friends are my main squeezes. Or like, an employee at a clothing store that I got to know in music school that I ended up being friends with afterwards. I mean, I introduced myself to people and talked with them while I was in music school, but in the end were just ‘school friends’. Which is why my high school friends mean that much more to me, I think. I guess part of me just figured they all had friends and I didn’t really try hard to get to know them. But my classmates in high school are the kind of people who’d say, “Don’t worry Aiko. If you’re ever bedridden, I’ll take care of you.” (laughs) I tend to get lazy about that sort of thing, even though I know I shouldn’t. I did in music school too, and that’s why I tended to hang out with my classmates and underclassmen in high school more even though there were a few other people who were like, musical majors that I used to chat with.

ーFor example, when you were at school, did you ever go anywhere with your classmates between classes?

aiko: No, never. I’d just say, “I’m going home” and would leave. I was living alone in a room I was renting close to the school, so we’d all used to gather there in the beginning. We’d do that between classes sometimes too. And also at lunch. It became a thing for everyone to come over to my house and eat lunch. Everyone would get so excited they started acting kind of selfish.

ーYou mean like, leaving their trash everywhere and not cleaning up after themselves when they made a mess while eating?

aiko: Exactly. One time my friend left cigarette ashes everywhere and didn’t even clean it up, or apologize. They just said, “Oh well.” That pretty much ended that. I was like, “Welp, nothing else to talk about then.”

ーBut if you had friends over right after starting music school, you must’ve had quite a few friends.

aiko: I only had one left by the end. To be really honest, at the beginning it sort of felt exactly like high school. Going to music college was like, an extension of high school. I just wanted things to be fun again. Right after I started school I made a bunch of friends I was pretty close with. I even had a group of friends who were in the popular music vocal department, but it just felt like it wasn’t really working out to me.

ーAnd then when you closed the shutters, you didn’t open them back up again?

aiko: Not much. I normally don’t, and when that happened, nobody really talked to me. Before I do, people tell me, “Hey, you’re being kinda… y’know…” I work hard in my own way to make things work. I’ll even change my approach and try getting back in contact with people too sometimes. It’s not a done deal, is what I’m saying.

ーYou just lose your patience with people, is all.

aiko: Maybe that’s it. Once I’m done dealing with someone, that’s it. Doesn’t matter if they apologize to me either. I just feel like they’re someone I can’t get along with, so it’s no use apologizing, no matter what they say.

ーSo was that it during the whole time you were at music school? You just stopped hanging out with people?

aiko: Yeah. I thought to myself, “That’s it, I’m not having anyone over at my place anymore.” Then everyone started saying, “Hey Aiko, you mad about something? If you’re mad, then just say so! What happened? You seem down. You can talk to me about anything y’know!” because I was acting differently from before. But I’d already decided I wouldn’t go back on it, so I turned ‘em all down and said, “Nah, I’m not mad at all. I’m not thinking ‘bout a thing! I’m fine, I’m fine, seriously, it’s nothing.” I used to get real shy when it came to stuff like that.

ーYou’re cautious with people to a certain extent until you get close to them now, you mean?

aiko: Yes. I started needing a lot of time to get close to people.

ーBut you were really outgoing up until that point, right?

aiko: Yeah, super outgoing. The thing is though, after that happened I became a lot more shy. I guess, like… it was like this switch went off inside me. Like a switch for being shy just flipped on.

ーNow that you’ve got that ‘off/on’ switch, do you spend a long time checking people out before you become friends with them?

aiko: No, I’ve just sorta learned to talk my way out of things, so maybe now people don’t think I seem shy to them. At first glance, you’d think I was just, y’know, normal. For example, let’s say the person I’m talking to is thinking to themselves, “Well, next time then!” For me though, I require a lot of courage to even go next time. They might think it’s something easy, but for me it feels like a really big deal.

ーYou’ve always given nice, clear answers in interviews without any issues since you debuted, though. I would’ve never thought you were shy.

aiko: That’s ‘cause I may be shy, but I really wanted to be a singer. (laughs) That’s the only thing I’ve had as my goal, all this time. And to achieve that goal I’d do just about anything, no matter how hardーit doesn’t feel like a big deal to me, I guess you could say. Coming to Tokyo and being away from all my closest friends and family was really, really hard on me, but I was fine with it because it was a step closer to working in music. Interviews are the same way for me. I just think to myself, “It’s not the same thing as singing, but I hope they feel something, and a lot of it.”

ーSo you overcame your shyness for that reason?

aiko: Yeah, exactly. In this world where SO many people are debuting every single day, the writers, magazine people, and people at radio stations probably have to listen to a ridiculous amount of songs every day, you know? They probably get tons of demo tapes and samples to play. I thought that if maybe, people remembered me as being this really positive person and not just my music, I’d get lucky and stand out more to them because of that. I don’t even mind if someone only remembers me as “that lively girl with the kappa haircut”. When someone tells me that they’re gonna give me 3 minutes to talk, I bare everything for 3 minutes in the hopes that they’ll learn a lot of different things about me.

ーAnd when you do that, you set aside your shyness for a moment.

aiko: Yeah, yeah. That’s why the people I talk to always seem to think I’m a really outgoing person. Then they’re like, “Here’s my contact information. Text me anytime!” and I just can’t bring myself to. (wry laugh) I’m the same about getting messages, too. I’m the type of person who worries 3 days after I get a text. “I still haven’t texted them back… What do I do!?” I still would hand out my calling card in the beginning, though.

ーYou mean business cards just for when you were “aiko”?

aiko: Right. I just wanted to be included in everyone’s groups. Pony Canyon, Ever For Music, and ‘aiko’. Instead of having one for the record company that promoted me, one for the management agency that backed me up, and another one for aiko, I had them all lumped together. I was trying to be part of everyone’s cliques at once.

ーAnd that one business card was one of the ways you showed it.

aiko: Exactly. Instead of saying, “Let’s do this this from now on!” I was like, “This is what I’m doing as of right now.” I wanted to create circles with everyone instead of being at the center of everyone else’s circles. I wanted to know more about them, and I wanted them to want to get to know me instead of just being diplomatic and taking their business cards. I’d rather be a part of people’s life by making them think, “Oh, is that what aiko’s like? I guess I’ll listen to her music then.” I use my business card to get people to care about me even the smallest amount. It was never with the intention to get them to do all the selling for me.

ーInstead, you wanted to “make sales together”.

aiko: Right, right. I started working as a radio DJ during my music college days, and I’ve watched so many promoters come by. Everyone’s trying the hardest they can to promote their release to the director. Even when the director says they don’t have the time, they just ask, “When are you going to be done with whatever work you’re starting right now?” and wait until they come back. After watching that happen, I felt like I had to brace myself for that once I was in that position, promoting myself along with them. I’d ask them to advertise me but had no intentions of creating that pyramid shape; that’s what the business card was for, making it feel like we were in it ‘together’. When I had business cards made through Pony Canyon, though, they told me that I couldn’t have “The Fuji Sankei Group” printed on it because, “You’re not an employee.” (laughs) So I said, “That’s fine. I’ll draw a picture instead!” and drew a picture where their logo would’ve gone. (laughs)

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[lightforgedeve]

The falls and the Faire.

Dear Journal,

Today was...a rather tiring day. I did some light training to get myself going for the day, i slept for two so can't get too lazy! Was having a nice lunch and Aursuna came by, i was so worried about her when i didn't get to see her last night. Oh! I didn't tell you about last night, well it wasn't very special. I was up a bit to get something to eat and just wondered to stretch, and i thought i heard Aursuna and Lyn'dara and i wanted to confirm some rumors i heard, but we got distracted and we ended up discussing about my new armor. I think it's fine, it's light, flexible. I'm not too hot in it, my reach is extended when i'm in it. I think it's very practical. I'm able to do larger movements in it too, it's perfect for practice. Anyways, so that was rather quick though as she had a meeting to get to. So not much about yesterday, after all had been resting the past couple days as i said. Back to today, she joined me for lunch, thankfully she didn't go on about my outfit again, i didn't want to get into the mechanics of it or admit that my mother took all my other armor when i got my newest set from her. This one i had to buy myself and i hope she doesn't find out, she'd be so mad at me if she found out i damaged the other one due to me being reckless in training. We spoke about some different things, here and there. It was a nice conversation. I don't think she trusts the Rangari prime very well, but i also think they are closer then they realize as it seems both are trying to look out for each other in one way or another. Well...least on Aursuna's end mostly, but she does that often with many people. Afterwards i went on ahead and got ready. For what you ask? Only the greatest event in all of history! The biggest thing i've ever wanted to try! CAMPING! Of course i've camped out on missions and stuff, but this is very different! It is a glorious trip one makes, scrapping down to the bare essentials and working on surviving in the vast wilderness of a world unknown! Or..well so i thought. It seems everything was already taken care of, we didn't need to make our sleeping space or clear the area. We just..went to the spot, unloaded and the most we had to do was catch our own food. Which was easy enough as we were by the water. Ah! And that water! It was sooo refreshing! A good few of us showed up, the High Vindicator Brutula was setting things up so as soon as he said that, i went down to my swimsuit and leapt in! I couldn't wait! It was all a lot of fun, it was nice seeing everyone relax and just have a good time together. I even got Aursuna on my shoulders to play a game the humans call, chicken. We went against the High Vindicator and Avatia, which surprised me. I thought Aursuna was going to win, she was getting some good pushes in, but Avatia managed to pull through and we went down! It was so much fun! And Aursuna has such nice soft skin. Then we all got together to play some other games. The first one was called, Truth, Dare or Drink. I was dared to kiss the High Vindicators arm, that was so very much weird! It was a fun game though, mostly everyone accepted dares, even the High Vindicator who was dared to let everyone call him by his name for a week! I tried it...once, i didn't like it, felt uncomfortable. I kept feeling like a looming death was over me after i said it too.  He seemed to be in high spirits which was very good to see, everyone seemed to have a great time. After the first game we played, two lies and a truth, the object of the game was to pick which story was true. Obviously i wasn't very good at it, everyone knew right away which one was the truth. Avati on the other hand was very tricky with her wording, it was sooo hard trying to figure it out. All in all, it was nice to learn a bit about everyone. Some moments got a bit sad on that, but they swung back around. Good food and good drink, some started heading off to sleep. Lyn'dara came rather late, but those that stayed up got her in on the game she missed, which was the first one. It was nice having her come in, i got to brag about Aursuna being on my shoulders, she didn't like that much. However, i was able to get Lyn'dara to finally get out of her armor, i mean who wears armor to camping?! Even the High Vindicator wore something more relaxed! Plus i think Aursuna would have liked it. I tried getting her to just confess her feelings for Aursuna, by daring her, i figured if she said it and got it over with maybe i could just move on. However, her skill in diplomacy has definatly been gained from Aursuna as they bother easily skated around it and made it seem like they just had a really good bond. I started getting really irritated at that point. I couldn't help it. I just have been getting so sick over all this. I spent the last couple days resting and really thinking things over. It really didn't help getting called Jealous by Alesundriel. Though she helped getting things in the open between me and Lyn'dara. Of course, Aursuna had left by this point. I don't really understand what jealous means, however i know it feels consuming. I don't like being called on it, because it feels like i've lost a piece of myself that i can't control. The idea of not being in control, i hate it. It's bad enough i've let myself go into being reckless during my last training go, i can't allow myself to fall into something like that. We were able to talk things out a good bit, and i feel a lot better doing it. We came to a good agreement and understanding i think. Plus, she's really cute when she cries. I mean...it's not good when she does it, i get a bit nervous, but i can't help it. I feel like she's the older sister at times as i look up to her, but then in such a moment when i have to help her up, i just can't help but think she's cute! She can be a bit of a crybaby, but that's why she has me! And i hope she see's it such way too, that she can be herself and cry whenever she needs to because i'll be there to help her! Today was exhausting, but i think i grew quite a bit today. So, i'm going to rest now. Good night! --------------

Dear Journal,

Today i went to my first ever faire! Apparently it is something humans do now and again to raise money for various things. They gather people of all sorts and types to put up stalls with food and games. There's also competitions where you can win prizes. When i first arrived, there was some sparring, which is like Jed'hin but a bit different too as there is no ring to be knocked out of. However it was inside and it was so very crowded i started feeling a bit sick being trapped in so. I got a bit nervous. I felt like i was stuck on the Vindicaar again. Before too long however, Eveneah came to my rescue and offered we get something to eat. So i eagerly went out. We had a bit of trouble finding things, but she stayed close. I was worried i'd miss her, there were just so many people! So many were tall too and some short, people of all sorts were there. It was very overwhelming. I had not seen so many people in one place at once, even in the cities at least people are mostly moving about. Here however, everyone was all clustered in different groups, talking, laughing, playing games and eating. I didn't know where to start or finish for anything. We finally found some food, and i was able to try Pink Lemonade and a Funnel cake for the first time. The Pink Lemonade was not to my taste at all however, much too sour! Ick! However the cake was very yummy, mostly...i sort of ate it rather quick to get rid of the sour taste. I also got to watch my first, play. The play was about a woman from westfall who wanted all the fine things, her husband worked hard and got her all such things and took her to a ball. (I thought that was a toy a child plays with, however it seems to be some sort of formal gathering where people dance together and choose different partners). Her friend was a baroness (I think that's a title of someone who is wealthy) and lent her a necklace, but the necklace was lost! (I assumed it was because someone stole it) So the husband and wife worked very hard and sold everything they had to rebuy a new one, exactly the same for the baroness. Four years later they were in rags and poor, and the baroness spotted the woman in shock. And the woman told the baroness what happened, but she laughed and told her the one she lent her was a fake and that the woman wasted all her things for nothing and left. I couldn't believe this! I did not expect these turns of events! I thought the baroness and her were friends, so i thought she'd take pity on the poor woman and say something like, "Oh no! How could my friend fall so, thank you so much for working so hard to replace my necklace, you are such a dear friend, let me help you and your husband get back your home." It seems there was a lesson, as Eveneah explained, which was: to be thankful for the things you have. I guess Daisy wasn't happy with what she had and then lost it all, so i guess that makes sense. But poor Mister Smith! He was happy and he worked so hard! He didn't deserve that at all! Oh, also a play is a story that is "acted" out, as in rather then it simply being read. Someone is that character in the story and says and acts like that person. I was a bit confused by this and had many questions. Such as; why didn't anyone go and talk to those people? Or what's a narrator and why is it only Becky can talk to them? The narrator seems to know what's going on, so why didn't they tell Daisy and Mister Smith what was going to happen? Oh...maybe a narrator is a seer! I get it. Still so many questions! I asked a few to Eveneah, and she said she'd explain later but she didn't and i felt i had asked her about enough questions. I also got to adopt a goat! His name is Chip! Apparently adopting animals is the same as adopting children, i find that a bit strange. I was confused about how one adopts a animal, i mean, they should be free to live in their homelands doing whatever it is they do. However, i learnt these animals didn't have homes anymore or were hurt and sick from being out in the wild and couldn't survive on their own. I was thinking of getting a cow, as i thought a large creature would be a better companion compared to a small one. I can't tell you how often i misplace Marsuul. However, the two cows i was introduced to seemed to be a couple. I'm already in a predicament of being worried i'd ruin the chance for one couple, so i stepped away from that. They did both get adopted together however! So that made me happy. As i was called a goat in the past, i thought i'd get one, well..i mostly just wanted to look. I do see the resemblance, however, i can't see it as a bad thing. Goats are just so cute! I met two, Billy who was quite energetic which may have been hard to contain and Chip who was in a accident and became blind in his left eye, his tongue also sticks out and flops about. However he didn't let such things bother him! He still is happy and jumps around. He is a good reminder that no matter what happens, just keep moving and making the best of everything! He's really helped me feel better about some things. He really likes jumping around, especially on my bed. However, the Marsuul seems to be on edge with him. I was hoping they'd get along, but it seems the Marsuul is being a bit picky. Even now, he is wrapped about my arm, claws in my skin, tail hugging me tightly to the point where i almost can't feel my hand and just glaring at Chip. I think in time they'll get along, i just wanted the Marsuul to have a friend while i'm away as i can't take him to some places. I love him and don't want him getting hurt. Also, it seems Chip wont need a leash. Oh, that's a long rope that makes sure your pet doesn't go too far away. Eveneah explained that to me. Maybe i should get a leash for her for next time we go to the faire, that way i wont loose her! Ah anyways, so Chip loves to run around and jump, a lot, but he doesn't go far. He stays right close and often comes back and bumps his head in against me. Kind of hurt my leg a bit, but he's so cute! At the end of the faire, there were fireworks! They are so amazing! A bit loud, hurt my ears a bit. But the colours and lights of it are beautiful! They look like a exploding star! But..not as deadly. It was a nice way to end the night. I also learned that Eveneah loves them, i may have to pass such on to Aursuna, maybe it'll help with finding Eveneah a mate. Who knows? I hope there's more faires soon, i would love to be able to try the games and competions next time and watch another play! I hope this one has a nice ending. Ah! Chips asleep on my bed. Hm, maybe i can curl in somehow. Good night.

[pinksausageduo]

our night, our memories

member: lai guanlin  genre: fluff summary: you go on a trip to taipei with your favourite group of 11 guys but of course a trip is nothing without a little romance, a confession and swimming at midnight requested: yes

you couldn’t believe it you were on a plane to taipei 

especially with your favourite group of 11 guys 

you brightly grin at one of your best friends, guanlin 

and he gives you his signature gummy smile, you could see how happy he was to return to his hometown

“we’re grinning like idiots you know?” you say jokingly

“do i care? nope. i’m on a plane with my favourite girl in the world to my favourite place in the world” he says brightly

you blush at his words feeling super gooey

you scold yourself, no y/n he means it as a friend nothing more

you look around and see the ruckus the guys were making

all the guys and you were all on a school trip to taipei

everyone taking the language courses gets to go on a trip 

guanlin basically made all his hyungs and of course you sign up to go to taipei, no one could resist his begging and puppy dog eyes

luckily no one else had signed up to go to taipei and since you were such a small group, they assigned jisung, one of the TAs and basically the mum of the group to look after you all during the trip

you were over the moon when you found out it'll only be the 12 of you

but even with all of your excitement, you were exhausted

you had 2 exams the day of your departure and you studied all night cramming all the information in

you didn’t realise but you dozed off, accidentally ending up with your head leaning on guanlin’s shoulder

guanlin slightly jumped as he felt your head on his shoulder

he smiled sweetly at the sight of you sleep, he made sure not to disrupt your sleep knowing how exhausted you were

as you slept, you snored lightly making him chuckle at how adorable you were

and of course seongwoo filmed you for blackmail material

you also drooled a little but instead of being disgusted at it, guanlin made sure to wipe it off with a tissue

he was glad he could take care of you for once since you always took care of you

seongwoo, daniel and jaehwan like the cheeky immature pricks they were

turned to face you sleeping and guanlin and basically made kissy faces at you two before singing teasingly

“guanlin and y/n sitting in the tree, k-i-s-s-i-n-g”

just imagine jaehwan singing that like super nicely ugh i love his voice sm

you half woke up from their annoying antics and was pissed off since they disturbed you you know that state where you’re awake but you’re not yeah that’s the state you were in

you threw a pillow and seongwoo’s face then retorted half pissed off half amused

“we are on a plane not a tree, and does it look like i’m kissing guanlin i’m sleeping you blind immature brats”

guanlin muttered under his breath “i wish we were kissing”

you accidentally heard and blushed so red, he didn’t realise you heard

your mind was going haywire

you liked him so much you have for so long and he likes you

WHAT DO I DO?? you brain was basically screaming 

you were snapped out of your thoughts by seongwoo saying in a baby like voice “oooo y/n getting angry, us three leave” 

then the three of them slowly lower themselves into their seats still smirking at you two and of course jaehwan winked at you 

you groan and curse them under your breath 

then you suddenly realise you were on guanlin’s shoulder 

you blush again realising that your crush likes you back feeling ecstatic and so happy

you were completely over the moon

“y/n? earth to y/n?” guanlin said softly while waving his hand in front of your face did you see what i did there ;)

“oh sorry, i was just thinking but what’s up?” you say as casually as possible trying not to blurt your confession out

internally you decided just to leave it until the end of the trip and you could tell him then

“oh i was just going to say, you should sleep you’re exhausted i know how much you studied for those exams.” he said in a caring and loving tone making your heart flutter

“thanks guanlin i will” you sweetly reply 

“by the way if you want to sleep on my shoulder it’s fine, it’s actually really comfy” he says blushing make you feel all giddy 

and you nod and smile back at him and lean your head on his shoulder and before you knew it you were asleep

you woke up and went through all the security regulations

sungwoon the whole time was talking about all the places we should go 

“we should go to taipei 101!! apparently the view is amazing and plus i need more aesthetic pictures for my instagram”

“gosh sungwoon could you get any more superficial” minhyun said teasingly

“hey! i’m not the one who stares at the mirror all day and tell myself how handsome i am?!” sungwoon retorted

“no i don’t, i clean the mirrors not admire myself in them, but you always do that and so does jinyoung, eh and jihoon occasionally” minhyun replied nonchalantly

“why the hell are you bringing us into your argument?!” jinyoung and jihoon chorused

“it’s trueeee” daehwi adding cutely

“guys we’re holding up the line hurry the hell up, do the bickering later” woojin said rolling his eyes at his friends

you laugh at all their petty arguments thinking they’re adorable but knowing they all love each other so much

you guys arrive at the hotel and you’re so happy because you’re the only one who doesn’t have to share a room because you’re the only girl

you all end up showering, getting dressed and settling in and it was already dinner time

all the guys gathered in your room, everyone trying to decide what they want to eat, which just ends up as one huge argument

“i want fried chicken!!” jihoon said brightly 

“yah! are you crazy we’re in taipei and you want fried chicken??!” exclaimed jisung continued saying

“we’re supposed eat the regional food you know, like dumplings”

“ooo could we go to like some bubble tea place” daehwi said excitedly

“we need to eat dinner you know, i’d like to have some seafood, or sushi, i’m craving sushi” minhyun added 

“can’t we eat noodles?” woojin whined

“i want noodles as well!!” agreed sungwoon 

“well after dinner i want ice cream!” jinyoung said like a 5 year old

“i want to eat meat” seongwoo and jaehwan shouted adding to the bickering and to the noise level

“i just want a sandwich with ketchup and a beer” daniel said seriously

making all of us turn to him in wtf are you saying look

which resulted him into shrugging “what it tastes good??”

“EVERYONE WE’LL GO TO ONE OF THE NIGHT MARKETS OKAY??!!” 

you shouted grabbing everyone’s attention

guanlin brightened up at that idea and explained to the group

“the night market’s here are amazing!! they’ll definitely have the bubble tea and ice cream, they have this special beef which they light on fire and it tastes sooooo good. they have really good noodles and dumplings and there will be a couple places which serve some sushi, and chicken but probably not a ketchup sandwich sorry daniel hyung” he ended with a cheeky smile at daniel

to which daniel responded by pouting and crossing his arms like a child

“great idea y/n, gosh if you haven't suggested that we’d be here for hours” jisung said gratefully smiling at you

you smiled back and said “chop chop come on people!”

the night markets were super fun, all of you ate so much, bought clothes and different souvenirs and items

there was a few times when someone went missing but in the end it was one of the best nights of your life

you got matching sunglasses with guanlin

“put these on, you’ll look so swag” you said teasingly handing him the sunglasses

“oh gosh stop i said swag one time and you’re gonna tease me forever” he groaned while putting on the sunglasses

“damn you look good” you said appreciatively and he blushed cutely

he also puts it on you and you model it for him and he laughs and says

“you look gorgeous with them, you always look gorgeous though so not much difference” he said feeling brave but instantly hating himself for saying it

cursing himself why why why did i say that???? i probably made it sooo awkward

you feel extremely happy he said that but also super flustered and you stutter out a quick thank you

he quickly defuses the situation by buying the two sunglasses but the cashier makes it worse by saying

“aw such a cute couple item!!” 

you and him look at each other super embarrassed but you couldn’t help your huge smile and you look at him where you can see him smiling broadly 

and feeling a burst of courage you lightly hold his hand and say thank you to the cashier

he looks at you in shock and you give him a shy smile

you tug at his hand and you both joined the group 

woojin was the only one noticing you guys holding hands in the group of crowded people and whispered into guanlin’s ear knowing he hadn’t confessed yet

“take her to the rooftop pool, it’s heated and it’ll be a perfect place to confess to her, if you book it late at night it’ll only cost about $50” 

$50 you rich boi i'm broke af 

guanlin blushes at the thought of you in a swimsuit and confessing to you

teenage boys am i right? but he’s still a cutie

he thanks woojin gratefully and woojin just says “anytime little bro”

“i’m taller than you” guanlin says laughing softly

“details, details, details” woojin waved him off and left you two alone

you didn’t notice them talking admiring the colourful stalls and all the wonderful smells

anyways everyone went back to their rooms with a huge smile, you couldn’t sleep because of the time difference so when around 12 someone knocked on your door you opened it and saw guanlin 

you were in pyjama shorts, a loose t shirt and your hair back messily with a green face mask on 

even then guanlin thought you looked stunning 

you felt so embarrassed at your appearance and said “what are you doing here so late?”

“uhhhh i want to show you somewhere, wear a swimsuit, we’re going swimming” he says in the most confident tone he can muster

your heart races and you say to him “i’ll be right back, make yourself comfortable”

you quickly wash off the face mask put on your swimsuit and a flowy dress over it, and grab a towel

you see guanlin sprawled over your bed and you hit him lightly 

“oh that was quick let’s go” he says 

you head up to the rooftop and you gasp as you see the huge pool

it was an infinity pool, looking over all of taipei and no one was there

you took off your dress and set your towel down on one of the seat feeling a bit self conscious you wrap your arms around your waist

you head towards the pool and you dip your foot, relaxing when it was nice and warm

guanlin just stared at you the whole time, feeling super happy that you liked the pool, also admiring how gorgeous you were, promising to buy woojin a meal for the suggestion

he took off his shirt and set it down near your stuff

you look at the beautiful view and you turn your head around in shock and happiness and face guanlin

your cheeks heat up as you see him shirtless showing off his toned body, you ignore all the butterflies and you say to guanlin “this must of cost a lot, to book the pool out??!!” you exclaim

“who said i booked it?” he says cheekily 

“the sign where it says booked” you retorted snorting

not answering he cannonballs into the pool drenching you head to toe

you look at him in disbelief and he just smirks back making you scream

“I’M GOING TO KILL YOU LAI GUANLIN!!”

you equally cannonball into the pool splashing him

before you could process what was happening

he grabbed your waist and as an automated reaction you wrapped your legs around his torso and your arms around his neck

and suddenly you were eye to eye, noses nearly touching and guanlin smiles your favourite gummy smile 

“if you haven’t noticed, i like you a lot, and i know i make my mistakes and i have my flaws but y/n will you be my girlfriend” he whispers intimately but nervously

you couldn’t help yourself but gently press your pink wet lips on his soft ones

feeling like fireworks were going off in your stomach as he gently kissed you again and again

until you were both breathless

you loved the kisses they were slow and sweet just like you two

you realise you didn’t actually reply to his confession so you say sweetly

“of course i’ll be your girlfriend guanlin, we’ll get through everything together like we always have.”

“thank you for making this an amazing night” he says softly while kissing your forehead

“no thank you for making these unforgettable memories with me” you say in reply still feeling amazing at the fact you were guanlin’s girlfriend

you both stare at the gorgeous city sky line with his arm wrapped around your shoulder and you leaning into his chest he whispers into your ear

“this is our night, our memories, always and forever” 

sorry this took so long to make!! my draft didn’t save so i had to retype a lot. also it was so hard to find a gif suited for this scenario cause like do i do gummy smile guanlin, or super cool guanlin. i chose gummy smile guanlin. CAUSE I LOVE HIS SMILES. like tbh guanlin is so nice to write for idek why. ANYWAYS hope you enjoyed the fluff, as always leave me a message or an anon for feedback or just to text!